Love's a Witch (Hart Clan Hybrids) by Roxy Mews Excerpts

Love's a Witch (Hart Clan Hybrids) by Roxy Mews
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You can’t outrun love, especially when it runs on four legs.

Hart Clan Hybrids, Book 2

Since a very real set of vampire fangs sank into her arm, Mary Fields has accepted that she’s part of a magical world where all her dreams and visions finally make sense.

As she journeys to find a Wiccan mentor who’ll help her get a handle on her new powers, she clings to the one relic from her former life—a sketchpad. She also tries to ignore the red mating aura she’s beginning to see around her only companion on the trip—the hottie she used to read to at the library.

Mary’s readings were once a fun distraction from the cruel joke the supernatural world played on Craig Hart. He’s supposed to protect her from vampires out to make her their personal blood supply, yet he can’t bring himself to keep his paws off.

As Mary digs deep for the inner strength to protect herself, one stumble off her magical path sends her straight into Craig’s arms. Where love burns…but so does a truth that could turn that red mating aura into a river of blood.

Warning: This book contains outdoor sex without the benefit of bug spray, and erotic biting that could result in involuntary eruptions of fur.

ROMANCE EXCERPT:

Craig

Thoughts of sharing a room with Mary started to trickle into my brain, and in the next instant there she was standing in front of me. Blue diamond eyes looked up into mine. It was like I’d called her.

“Are you coming?” She had no idea how the buzz she had going made her words sound. The question should have been innocent enough. It was her breathlessness at hurrying into the room, and the way her pupils dilated that had very un-innocent thoughts banging around in my brain.

I couldn’t help the growl. “Not yet.”

She stepped back, shook herself off a bit, and then started backing into the doorway. “Oh…well…um…don’t blame me if Amber eats your food. She’s been eating a lot. Even for her. And…well…your choice. Ow!”

She tripped and fell on her butt, a ripple bouncing through her frame. How was a guy not supposed to think of her breasts bouncing for other, much more fun, reasons? I grabbed her hand to help her up. Lacking some of my famous self-control, I pulled a little hard. A squeak from her and she crashed into me. Her soft curves felt amazing pressed against my body. A deep breath and I knew I wasn’t the only one affected. She was getting wet just being close to me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a bad looking guy. I was used to having women respond to me, but this was different. Hers was a scent I couldn’t ignore, and it caused my wolf to fight harder.

“Save me a plate, Mary. I’ll be in there in a minute.”

“Uh huh.” Making women breathless was fun. Making Mary breathless was dangerous.

This was something more than playful. Before my brain could process anything else, something on her neck really caught my attention. Right where her collarbone met the veins tracing delicately along the column of her throat I could see her pulse. I tilted my head to get a better look. She squirmed against me. She was getting wetter being held. So little Mary had some submissive tendencies. Interesting.

I couldn’t stop staring at that spot. What was that? I hated mysteries. Investigation was necessary. My wolf suddenly grabbed the reigns and he pushed my tongue from my mouth. I started laving Mary’s neck. She stiffened, but immediately softened with a moan. Her scent surrounded me and gave my wolf even more hold. I was drunk on her, and let my wolf hold my body up.

Then my teeth lengthened. A bone jarring feeling that hit me when I scraped them against her supple skin. It was the only thing that made me take the control back. Cold washed over me as my wolf’s intentions became all too obvious to my human brain.

He wanted more than sex from this woman. My wolf wanted Mary as his mate. She was mine. This was exactly what I had been trying to avoid. She couldn’t be mine. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.

Mary was still in my arms. She arched her back. The softness of her belly pressed against an erection that had a mind of its own. My wolf grabbed hold of my lust and pushed through. She smelled so good. I needed just one more taste. Just a little one.


Magic Excerpt

If there was one thing I had come to understand in these last months, it was that you had to respect the power of blood. Blood had the power to turn my friends into supernatural beings, had the ability to sustain Amber and Jake beyond death, and it was the reason Kari was being hunted for some blood slave ring.

“Well, since I’m already bleeding, it’s not as much of a sacrifice tonight. Let’s do it.” I needed to quit being such a wuss.

In a few minutes Kari had a circle of white pillar candles surrounding us, then surrounded us in a ring of salt. The tea set was between us as she settled across from me on the hardwood floor. The lack of an altar had me startled. The last coven I was with had one smack dab in the middle of every circle.

“No altar?”

“We aren’t asking for assistance from the gods tonight. This,” Kari made a vague gesture to include the tea and candles, “is about helping you focus. I want to help you draw from every side of yourself. I’m just pouring the tea.” That’s what she did. I set my old tea down and accepted the new cup offered. She palmed my grip in hers.

She made sure my cup was balanced inside our hands before peeling back my bandages. One hand supported the bottom of the teacup. The other moved my wound over the steam. I felt the moist heat penetrate not just my wound, but my whole body. The chamomile tea did more to calm my nerves this way than when I drank it.

“Bleed into the drink. Blood is powerful. We can hide from ourselves in our minds, we can forget, we can be dazzled, but the blood…” Kari squeezed the sides of my palm, re-breaking the seal of my skin. Dark red dripped into the tea. The color swirled down in the translucent liquid. Rings expanded and faded until the color of the entire drink began to change and darken and the bottom of the cup faded away. “…the blood tells us the truth. Drink your truth, Mary. Learn.”

I grabbed the strips of cloth and held them against the cup to clot the wound again. My eyes wouldn’t leave the drink. Its color turned again. The red clouds I’d become all too familiar with were in my tea.

“I don’t know if I want to drink it.” I spoke to Kari, but my eyes were drawn into those red swirls.

“Are you scared of the truth?” Her words floated. The room was beginning to fade.

“Terrified.” But the cup met my lips anyway.

An alcohol-like burn coursed down my throat. I couldn’t help coughing. I was glad Kari was with me, but why did I feel like there were others as well? Drowning was an underwhelming term to describe what happened next.