Not the Witch You Wed (Supernatural Singles #1)

by April Asher

Violet Maxwell was the one who got away. And he wasn’t just the bastard that let it happen. He was the idiot who hadn’t run after her.

keep your spine straight, your chin high, and don’t let that mouth of yours run away.” “It doesn’t run. Sometimes it … skips.” Edie cocked a silver eyebrow. “Saunters?” Vi corrected. “Okay. On occasion, it may speed-walk, but I can’t always control it. It has a mind of its own.”

“I don’t think you realize the effect you’ve had on me ever since I was a pup, princess.”

She’d never been magicless to him. Even when she hadn’t been in possession of her Magic.

“Revolutionary acts come in all shapes, sizes, and tactical maneuvers.”

“My grandmother always says sugarcoating things makes them easier to swallow, but it doesn’t change their base ingredients.”

No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.” Vi nearly sobbed with her love for the succubus. “You’re quoting Eleanor Roosevelt now? You’ve grown up on me, Harp.” “Roosevelt?” She looked confused. “No, I’m quoting Joe from Princess Diaries.”