Hooked on a Witch

The witch hunter cannot fall for the witch…

 Pleiades witch Shannon Randolph has been framed for a theft she didn’t do. She has one week to return a stolen relic to the god it belongs or she will be executed. What’s worse? Evil magic-wielding wackos are coming out of the woodwork after her to get it. But the biggest danger is Merck. This sexy, dangerous witch-hunter who understands all forms of magic might be her only hope. Enlisting his help may require she be a very naughty witch.

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 cannot fall for the witch.

  • 2018 Prism Award, finalist

EXCERPT

“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.

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