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Hell’s Spells, it hasn’t even been a minute and the witch broke out the emoji threat
Mr. Sexy Voice
Ah, right. He couldn’t see her visually objectifying his body.
Mr. Sexy Voice
And she liked him … or at least she liked the fluttery feeling that got stronger the longer she stayed in his arms.
have a tendency to quake the knees of beautiful women.”
Her knees buckled … for real this time
“This cannot be happening.” She couldn’t ski her way down the hill without becoming a witch-size boulder and taking out anyone unfortunate enough to be standing in her way. She couldn’t stay … because bladder. Summoning every ski lesson she’d ever taken—which obviously never “took”—Vi glanced down the hill and gulped. “I can’t believe I’m about to do this.” With a silent prayer to Goddess, she gently pushed off … and immediately knew she was in a witch-heap of trouble.
His Wolf had recognized her, practically sitting up and whimpering as he honed in on her sweet flowery scent.
“You.” Linc smirked. “Hello there, Violet. Long time no see.”
“Not nearly long enough.” She released his goggles.
“Come on now, princess. Don’t be like that,”
She scooped up a handful of snow, and after shaping it into a large ball, hurled it with the tenacity of an MLB pitcher. “Eat that, Lincoln Thorne.” The projectile nailed him square in the face, snow exploding in every direction, including straight up his nose.
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.
Her. His True Mate.
“Violet Maxwell! You’ve been hiding from me!” Evidently not well
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me
Lincoln and I are practically mortal enemies.”
But Violet couldn’t look away. Not now, and not when they were kids.
The more distance she put between them, the less her hands glowed, which proved that Lincoln Thorne was bad for her health.
Lincoln Thorne had broken her fragile teenage heart once. She’d be damned if she let him have a go-round at her battle-scarred adult one, too.
Sparky. Chill the hex out.”
Her Magic hovered beneath the surface of her skin and, at her firm demand, pushed higher as if saying oh yeah we are, be-witch.
Even her Magic had a damn...
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“Of course it’s purple.” Her eye twitched as she threw him a dirty look. “Because your name’s Violet…
“Witch puberty?” “At thirty-two years old?”
He couldn’t afford to get distracted by a real romance. But a fake one … He could do that. He just needed the right woman.
fell into a pair of ridiculously strong arms. Both the arms and the man attached to them smelled really good. Like pine and leather. Like wolf and rebel. Like Lincoln freakin’ Thorne.
“I think I would’ve preferred hitting the floor,” she muttered. Lincoln’s mouth twitched. “Your wish is my command, princess.”
“I firmly believe in giving women what they want.”
Vi can handle it, and she won’t like you getting involved.” Linc paused with his hand on the knob. “Me specifically, or any male in general?” “Both?” “Too bad.” He
“Fuck me,” Harper
“I don’t care what you say about alpha shifters, Vi. That was fucking hot.” Adrian clapped him on the back, grinning like a fool. “That was a thing of beauty. Totally worth the aggravation we’ll have to deal
with l...
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“You keep sounding surprised when I tell you things about myself. Keep it up and I’ll start thinking you consider me a grade-A asshole.”
“If the wolf tail wags…
“We were friends once, princess. We were more than friends.” Once
upon a time, she’d been his fucking lifeline.
Violet Maxwell intrigued him as much as she had fourteen years ago. Hell, even more. She argued. She pushed back. She dared look him in the eye and question his tactics, something no Supernatural in their right mind would feel comfortable doing. Did he see something he liked? Hell to the yes
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.”
“Your worst nightmare, if you keep talking or take one more step closer to her.”
“Did you seriously say you’re his worst nightmare? Who do you think you are? Batman?”
“Don’t you dare go to sleep on me! Wake up, Wolfman, or I swear to Goddess, I’ll … Fuckity-fuck. Lincoln!”
the witch who hated his guts was this concerned about him, he must be in really deep shit.
that Lincoln ‘The Jerk-Turd’ Thorne?” Olive’s blue eyes widened to silver dollar size. “What the fuck did you do?”
“Why do you immediately think I did something?” “He’s lying in your bed, and you’re the one who’s left ten messages on my voice mail in the last hour. Even if I didn’t have a genius I Q, a law degree, and impeccable common sense, I’d have figured that out.”
Go save your Alpha.” “He is not my Alpha.”
“Is being overdramatic a wolf thing, or a Lincoln Thorne thing? Or maybe it’s an Alpha thing? Newsflash, not every witch needs a wolf shifter to save their ass.” He didn’t realize he’d closed the distance between them until he felt Violet’s body heat warming him from less than a few inches away. “Except you do. I mean, I saved you from breaking your pretty neck on the ski slope. I saved your toes from breaking under Mayor Ruddick’s two left feet. And correct me if I’m wrong, but don’t you need me to be quiet about your little magical affliction? If I open my mouth, that three-month reprieve
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number three. You’re really racking them up.”
“Oh. My. Goddess. Do you work at being such a condescending megalomaniac or does it come naturally to y...
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