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?
General Release Date: 18th October 2013
"Love all over the fucking place and none for me," Neil Blake muttered. He followed his sister into the supermarket and groaned. Of all the things to be doing on a Wednesday morning, he had to chauffeur his sister around to do last-minute wedding arrangements. Damn. A dull ache started behind his eyes and his stomach churned. He wasn’t a fan of weddings to begin with, but the way his sister went on, he swore she was the first person in the world to get hitched.
"Clay and I posed for all those pictures last night. He was so hot in that black suit." Melissa, his sister, smacked Neil’s arm. "You’re not listening."
"I’m tuning you out. I could care less about engagement pictures." He shoved his hands into his pockets. "I’d like to get this whole thing over with."
"Brat." Melissa whipped around to face him, stopping him in his tracks. "You know, if you went to Madame Scarlett’s, you might find your soulmate, too. She works! Ask for her love potion. I guarantee you’ll find not only a hot chick, but your perfect mate." She smirked. "Tall order for you, but she can do it. That witch knows what she’s doing. She’s a professional."
"I love you, I do, but I’m sick of hearing about wedding anything." He nodded to the bakery counter. "Give them the flowery thing so we can get the hell out of here."
"It’s a cake topper, Neil." Melissa rolled her blue eyes, then flounced away from him.
Jesus. His brain pounded. Just once he wanted his sister to butt out of his love life. He’d been down the engagement route once and dated plenty of times. Love didn’t mean shit to him. ‘Find the right girl,’ Melissa had once told him. ‘Don’t settle,’ she’d said. He didn’t think he had and yet he was the one alone.
A flash of blue caught his attention. He zeroed his gaze in on the bright color across the aisle. The woman reached to the top shelf of the rack for a loaf of bread. Other shoppers strolled past her and one guy, a friend of his from Corrigan’s Construction, snorted, then shook his head and walked away.
What an ass, Neil thought. The guy could’ve helped her.
Melissa bobbed her head, in deep conversation with the ladies behind the counter. She’d never notice that he was gone.
Neil crept across the aisle and picked up the loaf of bread. "Here you go." Blue hair framed her face and drew his gaze down her body to the voluptuous curves. Breasts made for a man’s hands to cup and hips perfect for clinging to during sex. Blood rushed through his body and his cock thickened behind his zipper. He hadn’t even touched her, but damn, she elicited a reaction from him.
"Thanks," she murmured. Her coral lips parted and she tipped her head down. She accepted the loaf of bread, slipping it into her basket, then ducked around him.
Neil watched her scurry away from him. Her butt wiggled just a little with each step. The jeans she wore hugged her curves, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of her figure. His mouth watered. Crazy that he should feel such a pull to her.
"I thought you were looking at that girl." Melissa’s voice broke through his thoughts and her hand clamped down on his upper arm. "She’s not your type, but hey, maybe you need someone off the beaten path."
"Shut up," he snapped, sounding angrier than he felt. "Sorry."
"If you want to go to the wedding alone, that’s cool." Melissa hugged his arm. "Madame Scarlett will help, but I get it. Andrea cut you deep. It’ll take time to get over her and you think more time is what you need." She steered him forward. "But you’re going to have to try one of these days. Being alone is not a good look for you and it makes you grumpy as shit."
Trust his sister to be blunt and to dredge up brittle feelings. Andrea had claimed she’d love him forever. Said she wanted to be his wife. His heart ripped in half. Three weeks after she’d accepted his ring, she’d thrown the trinket at him and sworn she’d never loved him. She’d been seeing another guy from Corrigan—Davis Smith. That night Neil had shoved his pride into a drawer, along with his heart, and vowed not to fall in love again. He’d fall into bed—but not love. Not a chance.
The girl with the blue hair darted twenty paces or so in front of him and stopped at the self-scanners. He couldn’t help but look at what she’d collected—blueberry muffins, salad mix, diet soda and chocolate, along with the multi-grain bread. Healthy food with a little cheating. No crime in a little indulgence. His kind of girl. Well, sort of. The blue hair bothered him. Because he liked it? The colour turned him off?
He wasn’t sure.
Wendi Zwaduk is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to BDSM and LGBTQ themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com and the former AllRomance Ebooks. She also writes under the name of Megan Slayer.
When she’s not writing, she spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice.
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Reviewed by Long and Short Reviews
This is a charming and sexy story, just perfect for an evening of magic and romance. I like the secondary character in this, Havan’s best friend and partner in Madame Scarlett’...
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