Not the Witch You Wed (Supernatural Singles #1)

by April Asher

If they had been True Mates, he never would’ve been physically able to walk away.

A shit-ton of what was wrong in the world could be linked directly to that exact toxic belief system, one his father had also adhered to.

Boys eventually turned to men and then their actions, fueled by a childhood of getting away with shit, amplified by ten.

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.”

“It would hardly be a buffet, Violet. I mean, you’re only what? Five foot at the most? At best all you’d be is a midday snack.”

“Did you seriously say you’re his worst nightmare? Who do you think you are? Batman?”

It felt good not to worry. It felt good not to think. It felt good not to feel.

“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.

“I’ve had one hell of a fucking day, and the only reason I got through it without ripping someone’s head off their shoulders was knowing I’d see you tonight.” Clearing his throat, he failed to hide the cute pink coloration on his cheeks. “I was counting down the minutes.”

“A Day: When the thought of peopling automatically steers you to the nearest liquor store,

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

“I trust you. It’s about damn time you trust yourself, too.”

He was falling head over heels for this woman … or maybe he’d never gotten back up after last time.

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.”

“I also better be the witch you wed … or so help me, Wolfman, Sparks will fly.”