Candlelit
Magic by Wendi Zwaduk
Part
of the Wanton Witches Collection
Totally
Bound Publishing
Contemporary,
Paranormal, M/F, Anal Sex
Novella
Even love witches get
the blues.
Havan’s
magical potions bring couples together and give them the happily ever after of
their dreams. Too bad her spells don’t work for her. In Erie View, the
townspeople see nothing more than a witch. All she wants is to find that
special man to embrace her quirks and love her. Will she be able to accept the
blessings of the Goddesses or lose faith in herself?
Neil
doesn’t believe in magic. It’s trickery for television and movies. No one
creates a spell for people to fall in love. Hell, he doesn’t even believe in
love. After a string of crappy dates and dead-end romances, he’s through with
relationships. But a chance meeting at the grocery store changes his mind.
Havan’s nothing like he expects—but is the blue haired witch enough to make him
give romance another shot?
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EXCERPT:
“I wanted to thank
you in person for the candle. It’s very pretty.” He snapped his lips shut. Damn
it. He sounded stupid. “I don’t know what I’ll use it for, but they make the
house smell nice.” Shit.
She stared at him,
but didn’t say anything.
“I suck at small
talk.” And apparently trying to sound smooth in front of beautiful women.
“What”—Neil picked up a tiny bottle filled with amber liquid—“exactly do you do
here? And what is this?”
“I’m a witch.”
Matter-of-fact, no
inflection in her voice. Factual and blunt. What would it take to make her
smile? Blush? Call out his name when he pumped into her pussy? Oh shit, he
needed to get his thoughts away from sex.
He paused a moment
to make sure that he’d heard her right. “A witch?”
“Yes, and I make the
potions the people in town rave about. I’m not Madame Scarlett and neither is
Cian. I thought everyone in town knew, but hey, you might not have. She’s just
the name I picked out when my Aunt Siobhan turned the store over to me. Cian
likes red, so her hair is red and she lets everyone think she’s Madame.” Havan
folded her hands on the glass display case. “I heard you say you wanted
something for your sister. I remember her, vaguely. Her then boyfriend came in
looking for a love potion. I gave him one and it seems to have worked.”
“Kasen?” The guy had
used a love potion? He knew the general story, but to hear Melissa talk, it was
love at first sight. The spell or potion or whatever came a lot later.
“Sounds right.”
Havan shrugged. “They got what they wanted.”
Well, what do you
know? Neil pointed to the bottle with the amber stuff inside. “This? Is
this what they used?” He needed to keep her talking.
“Yes.” She wore two
rings per hand, each ring set with a huge stone—one in red and one in black.
“This one will get you a date and this one will get you forever.” She tapped the
top of a black bottle. “Cian claims we have potions for revenge and greed, but
they don’t work.”
“Why not?” He picked
up one of the black bottles. “If I cast a spell for a negative reason, then
that negativity will come back to me threefold. It sucks.” She tucked a lock of
darker blue hair behind her ear. A selection of hoop earrings dangled from her
ear, starting at the top and following down to her earlobe. “I learnt my lesson
a long time ago. Don’t cast what you can’t handle.” For the first time since
he’d seen her, she smiled and laughed. “You will totally regret it.”
“I hear you.” Neil
gripped the bottle. The more she talked, the more he wanted to listen to her.
His cock pushed against his pants and he mashed the bulge into the front of the
display case to ease his ache. “My sister already fell in love, so she doesn’t
need this. Think it’ll help me?”
Havan sighed. “It
will, but you have to accept whoever is chosen. What you want might not be what
you get, but she will be the one your heart truly desires.”
Her words stopped
him cold. She wasn’t a thing like he expected and she sure as shit wasn’t his
type and yet he couldn’t help but want to see her. “I’ll take it and whatever
it was your friend went upstairs to find.”
“Oh. Okay.” Havan wrote
up the bill on a receipt pad. “Give her a moment.”
“I will.” Neil
clutched the bottle tighter. A witch. No wonder the people around town talked
ill of Madame Scarlett’s. No one knew what the hell they were dealing with. But
Havan didn’t strike him as a witch. No green skin or huge warts. Maybe he’d
been watching too much television. The bracelets on her wrist jangled as she
wrote.
“I know my sister
was being forward, but I’ve got a question.” He wanted to see her again. Had
to. “Would you accompany me to my sister’s wedding?”
“What?” Her eyes
widened again, displaying the ring of dark blue surrounding her pupils. The
lighter blue flecks sparkled. Would she look at him that way during sex? He
hoped so. Hoped she’d give him a chance, too.
“Well,
you brought them together.” Stupid, stupid. He took one of the business cards
and flipped it over, then wrote his phone number and the date of the wedding.
“My name is Neil and I know this is a shitty way to ask you out, but I really
am drawn to you.” He slid the card to her. “No strings, but if you’d like to go
with me, I’d love to see you.”
@Copyright
Wendi Zwaduk 2013
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