Payback's a Witch (The Witches of Thistle Grove #1)

by Lana Harper

That was the thing about growing up with magic. Until you left it behind for good, you had no idea how incredible it felt just to be around it.

the kind of impossibly plush lips that gave you notions. And nearly translucent gray eyes, with a sooty ring around each pale iris that made her look like a tundra wolf. A really, really sexy tundra wolf, if this was, in fact, a thing.

At best, we’d been fellow celestial bodies whose orbits coincided at regular intervals.

“I’m in, witches. Let’s run amok.”

“Then they’re lucky to have you love them,” I said without thinking, a blush igniting in my cheeks as soon as the words were out.

I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak. A dazzling smile streaked across her lips like a lightning bolt.

The girl who embraced darkness, tended and cared for the phantoms that lived within it, while shedding such a scintillating light that it was damn near impossible to look away from her.

“You, Emmeline Harlow,” she said, eyes locked on mine, “are so extremely fucking beautiful it hurts my soul.”

We were pure heat together, a building blaze with no known boundaries. A tangled locus of lips and hands, driving each other wild over and over again. A fire that felt like madness, like it might never be put out.

It’s like you fucked the sass right out of me.”

Talia was an intimidating prospect, if you took her only skin-deep, all that beauty and brashness and semi-feral witchcraft wrapped in one very enticing and willful package.