Wickedly Yours (Witches of Pleasant Grove, #2)

by Jennifer Chipman

“Then stop talking and let me kiss you, woman,” he growled, his hands coming to my hips to pull me against him.

A deal with the devil. A shudder ran down my spine.

Even knowing the truth of what this man was, I still couldn’t help my attraction to him. There was something electric between us, something that lit me up inside and threatened to swallow me whole.

“You’re not a distraction,” I promised. You’re my salvation.

I’d been waiting for her for a lifetime, but the moment she entered the hall, I knew I would have waited for the rest of my existence for her. For just a moment in her light.