Hooked on a Witch
The witch hunter cannot fall for the witch…
Shannon Randolph might just have to be very naughty. She needs help from the most dangerous witch hunter in the world. Small problem, though. She’s a witch.
Evil magic-wielding wackos are coming out of the woodwork after her to get an object they think she stole, but didn’t. This sexy witch-hunter who understands all forms of magic might be her only hope.
The moment Shannon strolls back into Jason Merck’s life he’s in trouble. There’s something about the witch he can’t resist, but he must. The witch hunter can’t fall for the witch.
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“…an entertaining and spellbinding tale of two destined soul-mates overcoming incredible supernatural odds…I cannot wait to see what’s next in future installments.” – Romance Junkies
★★★★★
“…this is a very exciting adventure that will hold you on the edge of your seat…This is a fun exciting series, which I wholly recommend.” – The Reading Cafe
★★★★★
“I could not put this book down….If you love witches, warlocks, Gods, Goddesses, then I highly recommend this story to you.” – Astronimamkm Mary, Goodreads reviewer
★★★★★
“I loved the weaving of the Greek Gods and Goddess into the story…pretty action packed with a dash of mystery… A fun read!” – BCD Book Review
★★★★★
“This is a fast-paced and action-filled book…a neat twist at the end, this book was thoroughly enjoyable. Definitely recommended by me.” – Archaeolibraian
★★★★
“…a captivating story filled with passion, action, and danger…a great mythology that was basically an extension of Greek mythology mixed in with witches!” -All Things Urban Fantasy
★★★★
Awards:
- 2018 Prism Award, finalist
“I’m not a witch.”
Like hell you’re not a witch. Merck tried not to laugh, but a yeah-right snort escaped him.
“What about this?” he asked, giving the scrying glass a shake where it dangled from his finger.
Her eyes narrowed. “Give me back the glass.”
“No.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“Won’t argue that, but I’m the asshole who saved your ass last night.” He liked her angry. It helped him distance himself from how much everything about her pushed him to the edge. The edge of behaving out of character. Insane. Irrational. Like how much he wanted to kiss her right now. The temptation nearly overrode common sense. Lord, the girl had beautiful eyes. When he saw her blue eyes in the bar and she recognized him, he felt the string connecting their lives draw taut. That instant link hadn’t diminished over the years, even though it should’ve.
Nope. No kissing with her. There’s no sort of connection crap. Focus on the scrying glass and why she wants it.
She held out her hand and wiggled her fingers. “I’d appreciate you returning my glass to me.”
“Yours, huh? Do you know what this piece is?”
“Of course, I know it’s a scrying glass.”
“Do you know how it works? What it requires to work it?”
She chewed on her lower lip. “Not really. Do you? I’d appreciate a few hints.”
He swiped a hand across his face, relieved she didn’t entirely know what she’d acquired. That didn’t erase her intent to use it, though.
