Bewitching Her Warlock
One day shy of her twenty-fifth birthday, Maeve Brennan finally achieves her dream of owning a thriving clothing boutique after investing two years of blood, sweat, tears, and her entire bank account. After too many nights filling her belly with ramen noodles like a kid living the broke-ass college life, she’s ready to fly headfirst into celebrating her accomplishments. But when the clock strikes midnight during her night of celebration, she’s thrust into a vision that pulls her into a past she can no longer deny, leading her on a quest to find out why, all of a sudden, her wounds heal in minutes and who the mystery woman is that she keeps seeing in her visions.
Orion Murdoch, the owner and operator of Murdoch Construction, itches to break ground on a prime piece of real estate he’s waited to acquire for over a decade. Rumored to be sacred land, Silver Meadow is a magical place that enhances his warlock powers and calls to him as if something awaits him there. With the opportunity to finally make it his home, the project is plagued with one incident after another threatening his flawless reputation, impeccable safety rating, and the lives of his crew.
Maeve and Orion collide in a whirlwind of ancient curses, sordid family entanglements, and painful discoveries on land woven into the tapestries of their pasts. Desire, steeped in fate and tradition, draw them together with a fierce heat just as their true identities drive wedges between them even as they’re forced to rely on one another to hunt the truth, break free of the veil of evil that looms over them, and right the wrongs of the past.
Meeting his gaze, she cupped his chin. “Your gender might whisper in your ear and tell you that you’re the alpha in this relationship, but don’t forget, balls or no, my lineage as the head of the Moonstone Guardians Pack guarantees that alpha status to me and me alone. I’ll fight till my last breath to keep it.”
His jaw flexed as he clenched his teeth. Holding his stare she waited him out, waited for him to concede. His shoulders went rigid, but he finally tipped his head in acceptance.
“You drive a hard bargain,” he said.
“I want no misunderstandings.”
“No misunderstandings,” he agreed.
“I want you beside me. Not in front of me or behind me. But right there with me. Can you do that?” she asked, dragging her thumb over his plump bottom lip.
He bit into her flesh, and the sensation shot liquid heat straight to her center, making her fight the urge to squirm. “Right beside you the whole way,” he said, right before hooking an arm around her waist and lifting her clean off the ground.