Not the Witch You Wed (Supernatural Singles #1)

by April Asher

“Form a Witch Bond with him? You’re serious? Gran, he’s not a front-runner, a middle-runner, or an in-last-place-runner. Hell, he’s not even running.

He’s stationary.”

“Finally something we’re in agreement abo...

“Call me ‘princess’ again and I won’t hesitate to put you in an...

unless you counted the extra time he’d get with Violet. More one-on-ones meant more snarky comments. More javelin-speared glares. And more opportunities to belly-drag his

way onto her goodish side.

But his Wolf? That furry bastard was all in, and practically salivating.

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

His inner Wolf damn neared purred at their physical closeness, and if he didn’t know any better, he’d say her skin was heating beneath his palm.

“I wasn’t questioning your level of attractiveness, Wolfman. You’re practically wet-dream fodder.

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

Gotten off. She quickly banished the wild images flying through her head, but they didn’t go far.

I like to be the one in control …

If she hadn’t been so busy telling her lady bits to cool off, she would’ve rolled her eyes at the innuendo. The temperature inside the Jeep rose ten or more degrees, causing sweat to collect between her boobs.

Think you can go a few minutes without growling at me?” Linc challenged, and like he’d hoped, her lips curled into a grin. “I don’t know. Think you can go longer than five minutes without pissing me off?” Vi teased. “That seems like a pretty tall order.” “Especially for you.

“Nothing that would be considered public indecency.” Unfortunately.

I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship, Violet Ann Maxwell.” She took his hand reluctantly. “Or the beginnings of murder in the first degree.”