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Candlelit Magic by Wendi Zwaduk
Part of the Wanton Witches Collection
Total-E-Bound Publishing
Contemporary, Paranormal, M/F, Anal Sex
Novella
Even love witches
get the blues.
Havan’s magical potions bring couples together and give
them the happily ever after of their dreams. Too bad her spells don’t work for
her. In Erie View, the townspeople see nothing more than a witch. All she wants
is to find that special man to embrace her quirks and love her. Will she be
able to accept the blessings of the Goddesses or lose faith in herself?
Neil doesn’t believe in magic. It’s trickery for
television and movies. No one creates a spell for people to fall in love. Hell,
he doesn’t even believe in love. After a string of crappy dates and dead-end
romances, he’s through with relationships. But a chance meeting at the grocery
store changes his mind. Havan’s nothing like he expects—but is the blue haired
witch enough to make him give romance another shot?
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EXCERPT:
“I wanted
to thank you in person for the candle. It’s very pretty.” He snapped his lips
shut. Damn it. He sounded stupid. “I don’t know what I’ll use it for, but they
make the house smell nice.” Shit.
She stared
at him, but didn’t say anything.
“I suck at
small talk.” And apparently trying to sound smooth in front of beautiful women.
“What”—Neil picked up a tiny bottle filled with amber liquid—“exactly do you do
here? And what is this?”
“I’m a
witch.”
Matter-of-fact,
no inflection in her voice. Factual and blunt. What would it take to make her
smile? Blush? Call out his name when he pumped into her pussy? Oh shit, he
needed to get his thoughts away from sex.
He paused
a moment to make sure that he’d heard her right. “A witch?”
“Yes, and
I make the potions the people in town rave about. I’m not Madame Scarlett and
neither is Cian. I thought everyone in town knew, but hey, you might not have.
She’s just the name I picked out when my Aunt Siobhan turned the store over to
me. Cian likes red, so her hair is red and she lets everyone think she’s
Madame.” Havan folded her hands on the glass display case. “I heard you say you
wanted something for your sister. I remember her, vaguely. Her then boyfriend
came in looking for a love potion. I gave him one and it seems to have worked.”
“Kasen?”
The guy had used a love potion? He knew the general story, but to hear Melissa
talk, it was love at first sight. The spell or potion or whatever came a lot
later.
“Sounds
right.” Havan shrugged. “They got what they wanted.”
Well,
what do you know? Neil pointed to the bottle with the amber stuff inside.
“This? Is this what they used?” He needed to keep her talking.
“Yes.” She
wore two rings per hand, each ring set with a huge stone—one in red and one in
black. “This one will get you a date and this one will get you forever.” She
tapped the top of a black bottle. “Cian claims we have potions for revenge and
greed, but they don’t work.”
“Why not?”
He picked up one of the black bottles. “If I cast a spell for a negative
reason, then that negativity will come back to me threefold. It sucks.” She
tucked a lock of darker blue hair behind her ear. A selection of hoop earrings
dangled from her ear, starting at the top and following down to her earlobe. “I
learnt my lesson a long time ago. Don’t cast what you can’t handle.” For the
first time since he’d seen her, she smiled and laughed. “You will totally regret
it.”
“I hear
you.” Neil gripped the bottle. The more she talked, the more he wanted to
listen to her. His cock pushed against his pants and he mashed the bulge into
the front of the display case to ease his ache. “My sister already fell in
love, so she doesn’t need this. Think it’ll help me?”
Havan
sighed. “It will, but you have to accept whoever is chosen. What you want might
not be what you get, but she will be the one your heart truly desires.”
Her words
stopped him cold. She wasn’t a thing like he expected and she sure as shit
wasn’t his type and yet he couldn’t help but want to see her. “I’ll take it and
whatever it was your friend went upstairs to find.”
“Oh.
Okay.” Havan wrote up the bill on a receipt pad. “Give her a moment.”
“I will.”
Neil clutched the bottle tighter. A witch. No wonder the people around town
talked ill of Madame Scarlett’s. No one knew what the hell they were dealing
with. But Havan didn’t strike him as a witch. No green skin or huge warts.
Maybe he’d been watching too much television. The bracelets on her wrist
jangled as she wrote.
“I know my
sister was being forward, but I’ve got a question.” He wanted to see her again.
Had to. “Would you accompany me to my sister’s wedding?”
“What?” Her
eyes widened again, displaying the ring of dark blue surrounding her pupils.
The lighter blue flecks sparkled. Would she look at him that way during sex? He
hoped so. Hoped she’d give him a chance, too.
“Well,
you brought them together.” Stupid, stupid. He took one of the business cards
and flipped it over, then wrote his phone number and the date of the wedding.
“My name is Neil and I know this is a shitty way to ask you out, but I really
am drawn to you.” He slid the card to her. “No strings, but if you’d like to go
with me, I’d love to see you.”
@Copyright
Wendi Zwaduk 2013
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