A Demon's Guide to Wooing a Witch (Glimmer Falls #2)

by Sarah Hawley

Why had his past self chosen to make an enemy of her rather than seizing the opportunity to use those thighs as earmuffs?

Nice eyes for a very not-nice woman.

There were few things as appealing as a woman who was comfortable in her power.

“As your sworn enemy, I can reliably inform you he did not succeed. It would take magic beyond the most powerful witch’s abilities to turn you into anyone but exactly who you are.”

He eyed her profile, amused that someone with the bone structure of a storybook princess had the manners of a feral cat.

Was she supposed to flirt back? Did she even want to? Men were more trouble than they were worth, as she’d learned the hard way.

“So, my warrior queen, where are we going?” Calladia nearly tripped over her feet. A laugh burst from her. “What did you just call me?”

There was a softness to her, too, echoed in the gentle slope of her jawline and the curve of her parted lips. He shivered, imagined those lips trailing kisses over his torso, each one an autumn raindrop to cool the angry fire burning in his chest. He would drink that sweet relief down like a dying man, but he suspected it would never be enough.

“You’re a good person, even if you don’t always believe it, but I’m not. Say the word, and I’ll punish him in the vilest ways you can imagine.”

Calladia wasn’t a prize to be won—she was an equal competitor in this battle of wills and wants, and the only way to woo a woman like that was to leave her wanting until she got impatient and seized the prize herself.

*Results may vary. Do not make a wish on an empty stomach. If your wish is followed by acrid green smoke or disembodied cackling, evacuate immediately. If a wished-for erection lasts more than four hours, seek medical attention. No returns on babies or pets. Do not wish for the apocalypse; it won’t work, and you’ll look like a jerk. This statement has not been evaluated by the FDA.

Lucifer, the feel of her. The sounds she’d made. It had been everything he’d imagined and somehow, impossibly, more.

“I’m not afflicted by madness.” Lilith winked. “Madness is afflicted by me.”

He lifted her hand to his mouth. “Your life is many things,” he said, lips pressed to her skin, “but it’s far from small.”

“Listen to me,” he said, fisting the strands at their roots. “You deserve everything you want. You should take everything you want, the way you once promised me you would. And if you can’t do that yet, say the word and I’ll do it for you.”

“Being strong doesn’t mean winning every battle. Sometimes it means surviving to fight again.”

Love wasn’t trying to force someone to be who you thought they should be. It was loving them as they were while supporting them on their journey toward becoming their best self.

“The sun could die and the stars could fall and the earth could rip itself apart, and none of that would matter, so long as you were in my arms.”