First Ritual (Supernatural Battle: Coven Caves, #1)

by Kelly St. Clare

“Tempest Bronte Corentine. Storm. Thunder. Hurricane,” he said in a deep, quiet voice. “Quite the name you have.”

“I don’t tickle your pickle. Why do you want to kiss me?” “How do you know my pickle isn’t tickled?” “Because I’ve tickled pickles before. I know what a pickle that’s been tickled looks like.” My gaze lowered to his lap. “That pickle… ain’t tickled.”

“Sorry I don’t do it for you.” The magus stood, absently running his fingers over the spines of books closest. “You have the wrong parts.” “Huh?” “This pickle is tickled by other pickles, not by the pickle jar.”

“Pain can’t be compared, Wild. Your pain isn’t any less than mine. Just different.”