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Big Beautiful Witches: I Married A Warlock — Georgette St. Clair
Every witch in Twin River City is eagerly primping for the annual Crystal Ball, where they will have a chance to be claimed by a warlock â€" except for Big Beautiful Witch Fiona, of course. The one warlock she yearns for, the sinfully sexy Enforcer Erik Bloodstone, would never claim a chubby girl like her â€" would he? He's been flirting with her for years, but she knows it's in jest â€" which makes it sting all the more.
To make matters worse, he's investigating a series of warehouse thefts in her rundown neighborhood, so she can never get away from him and give her aching heart a break.
As Erik and Fiona grow closer, she comes to realize he may be leading a double life â€" and leading her on. Will the night of the Crystal Ball finally reveal the truth about Erik and his mysterious plans â€" and will the truth break her heart?
EXCERPT:
Lazy from the heat, they strolled to his car, his hand resting casually on her shoulder. When she climbed in, he buckled her seatbelt, his arm brushing her breasts as he did.
“Now that's just police harassment,” she informed him.
He climbed in next to her and put his hand on her thigh. “What about that?”
“That is just wrong. Very wrong,” she said, and then moved his hand up further. “That's better.”
His fingers tightened on her thigh, and she shuddered, liquid heat rippling through her veins and settling between her legs.
“Vixen. If I crash the car, I'm telling the insurance company that it's your fault.”
During the daytime, there was a ruined beauty to the Graveyard, the beauty of antiques and the ancient patina of rust. The sun beat down on them, warming her skin, and they drove north with the windows rolled all the way down.
The wind streamed through Erik's golden hair. His fingers skimmed up higher on her leg, sending streaks of heat shooting through her body, and she leaned back in her seat. Desire pulsed between her legs and she stifled a low moan.
To make matters worse, he's investigating a series of warehouse thefts in her rundown neighborhood, so she can never get away from him and give her aching heart a break.
As Erik and Fiona grow closer, she comes to realize he may be leading a double life â€" and leading her on. Will the night of the Crystal Ball finally reveal the truth about Erik and his mysterious plans â€" and will the truth break her heart?
EXCERPT:
Lazy from the heat, they strolled to his car, his hand resting casually on her shoulder. When she climbed in, he buckled her seatbelt, his arm brushing her breasts as he did.
“Now that's just police harassment,” she informed him.
He climbed in next to her and put his hand on her thigh. “What about that?”
“That is just wrong. Very wrong,” she said, and then moved his hand up further. “That's better.”
His fingers tightened on her thigh, and she shuddered, liquid heat rippling through her veins and settling between her legs.
“Vixen. If I crash the car, I'm telling the insurance company that it's your fault.”
During the daytime, there was a ruined beauty to the Graveyard, the beauty of antiques and the ancient patina of rust. The sun beat down on them, warming her skin, and they drove north with the windows rolled all the way down.
The wind streamed through Erik's golden hair. His fingers skimmed up higher on her leg, sending streaks of heat shooting through her body, and she leaned back in her seat. Desire pulsed between her legs and she stifled a low moan.
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