This isn’t your typical witch book. There’s no coven. Don’t get disappointed. Our heroine has witchy powers. Kat just doesn’t know she’s one of the chosen seven Pleiades witches. Sure she’s got the ability to pick up people’s thoughts and she can even hop to a different dimension, although she doesn’t exactly have control of the hopping. But she doesn’t know why witch hunters keep trying to abduct her. The person she must trust to protect her is the gorgeous one-night-stand she accidentally cursed when he kicked her out of his dorm room years ago. Naked. Avoiding a repeat of that night is her priority.
Matt recognizes what Kat is and feels obligated to help her, but only after she reverses that curse: May you never find satisfaction with another woman. But bonding to a Pleiad and getting involved with the druidic ways he turned his back on long ago are not on his lifetime to-do list:
Softly he said, “Ten years ago you started whatever this thing is between us. You cursed me and then disappeared. How do you pop in and out of my life? Are you playing a game?” He massaged his forehead and whispered, “You really are one of the witches, aren’t you?”
His low, teasing laugh sent a wave of goose bumps down the back of her thighs. Her gaze shot to his. His blue eyes simmered. He had shifted gears. This wasn’t the cool, iron will, interrogator Matt. Memory sucked her back to that night so long ago. This was the wild man. The man who exuded passion with each subtle movement. Answering need echoed throughout her body, burning her with the memory of their past.
He leaned over her. His eyes dilated like a cat about to pounce.
“I’m not a witch.” She tried to breathe evenly and mask her body’s reaction to the idea of being pinned again beneath all those hard contours. So big, broad…and, oh God, she was in trouble. Lust sizzled through her every nerve ending.
He laughed with a deep, rich sound. “Deny it all you want.”
I think you’ll love Matt and Kat. These characters just sizzle together on the page, and naturally where there’s sizzle, there’s fire. I love to hear from readers. So don’t be shy.
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