Candelit Magic by Wendi Zwaduk
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?
Farseen by D.R. Slaten
Three lonely souls find each other and the cure to a disease ravaging the witching community on All Hallows Eve.
Taking a break from finding the cure for a magic sickness killing witches, Evangeline—Evie—Parker picks up Drew for a night of hot sex. One night is not enough, however. In a strange twist of fate, Trent, Drew's partner, also comes into Evie's life. One night is definitely not enough when two become three. As they come together, they realise that while separately they are good, together they are great.
All Hallows Eve is the time when the cure to the magic sickness is predicted to make itself known. Combining magic and sex on that special night cures more than the magic sickness afflicting the witch community, it also cures three lonely hearts.
Sudden Storm by Nan Comargue
Camilla Ferrar is a witch with the power to control the weather, but she's completely unprepared for the storm her new boss, Damien Barthe, unleashes in her life…and on her senses.
Camilla 'Cam' Ferrar has the power to control the weather, but she's all alone in the world. She's tried all her life to connect to her witch heritage by attending groups and studying the history of witchcraft. Her new boss, Damien Barthe, shows signs of being her opposite—a witch hunter. But when she confronts him, she finds out that he's actually a witch himself, and on a mission to seek out and neutralise those who are using Wiccan powers for evil purposes.
Damien's mission has brought him to Cam's workplace and she knows that once he's done his job, he will be on his way, but that doesn't stop her from falling for her sexy new boss. Tensions are ratcheted when she's forced to lay off employees due to the recent merger with Damien's company. When one man takes it particular poorly, he starts stalking her…leaving Damien to come to the rescue just as Cam begins to manipulate the weather in her own defence.
In the aftermath of the confrontation, Cam and Damien head back to her place and finish what they had started but never completed before—a night of wild witchery and sex.
With his mission over, will Damien walk out of her life the next morning, or will their explosive connection finally conquer the storm?
General Release Date: 27th October 2020
Excerpt from Candlelit Magic
"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.
Excerpt from Farseen
Tonight was the night. She was going to get laid—have a bona fide one-night stand. Christ, it had been so long since another person had given her an orgasm. She needed one. She just needed, period.
Hot, slightly slutty dress. Check.
Killer fuck-me pumps. Check.
Blood-red lipstick. Check.
Several condoms. Check and double check.
With a last glance at her reflection in the mirror, she walked out of the door on a mission. A mission to have hot, sweaty, anonymous sex. It was on.
She glanced around the ballroom, taking in the sights and smells of people who were drinking too much, talking too loud and just trying too hard. Maybe a business cocktail function wasn’t the best place to pick up a random guy. She smirked at herself. Oh well, if she did some networking then the night wouldn’t be a total bust. So her perusal of the room went from looking for Mr Goodbar to whether she knew someone to start off the evening’s round of introductions and small talk ad nauseam.
She would need a drink for this. Disappointment always needed a cocktail…or two. Smiling, she walked to the cash bar and ordered another vodka tonic.
As she turned from the bar, her elbow struck a solid mass to her right.
“Oops. Sorry,” she murmured as her glance went from her drink to the face of the man she had just elbowed in the side.
Holy shit. He was gorgeous. Tall, blond and beautiful. Not pretty-boy beautiful, but the kind of beautiful that made a man stand out in a crowd. He had laugh lines around his mouth, kind eyes and hair that looked as if he’d run his fingers through it a time or two already. So it was the kind of beautiful that wasn’t polished, but was authentic. In a sea of plastic smiles and fake personalities, he stood out.
Thank God she had said her apologies before she had looked at his face and gone mute.
He smiled at her. “It’s no problem. I barely even felt your little elbow,” he said to her before turning to the bartender to order a Sam Adams lager. He turned back to her. “You can make it up by standing here and talking to me so I can pretend that I’m doing what my business partner wants me to at this shindig.”
“Partner drag you to this thing to put in some face time?”
“Yeah. Kicking and screaming. I hate these things. Give me a computer screen over people any day,” he said with a mock shudder. Then he held out his hand. "I’m Drew, by the way.”
“Evie. Well, Evangeline, but everyone just calls me Evie,” she replied as she placed her hand into his.
His hand was massive. Or maybe her hand was small. He brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed the backs of her fingers.
“It is truly a pleasure to meet you, Evie.” He looked directly into her eyes.
Oh my goddess. Was this gorgeous specimen of a man flirting with her? “Umm, it’s good to meet you too?”
It really wasn’t a question, but holy Batman, it had been a long time since anyone had flirted with her. Her circle didn’t show that much interest. They had all grown up together, and those who didn’t view her as a sister were scared of her power, her strength. Fragile male egos couldn’t take that she could take them down. Which she wasn’t opposed to doing, but she’d need a damn good reason.
So she had spent the last few months in relative isolation trying to figure out why the witches were getting sick. Magically sick. The few who had lived to the conclusion of the illness had gone stark raving mad and she had had to put them down.
It had hurt her heart—to strip their magic so they couldn’t accidentally hurt innocents. And once they were tried and convicted, to either kill them or bind them to an insane asylum where they pretty much killed themselves. Once a witch, male or female, got the illness, there was nothing anyone could do. It inevitably led to death in one form or another.
She had been working like mad in her stillroom trying to find a way to combat it, but without knowing the origin of the disease, the solution was not going to be easy to find. She had come up with a part herbal, part magical concoction that slowed the illness. But that wasn’t a cure. And giving victims a few more months before the disease drove them crazy didn’t help very much in all practicality. It was more of a stopgap measure. Slowing the illness gave her time to work on finding a cure. It didn’t really do much more than help her help them.
Excerpt from Sudden Storm
"You knew this was coming, didn’t you?"
The heavyset man sitting in front of Camilla had sputtered the words out. As she watched, a dozen different emotions crossed his red face. Prominent among them was bewilderment, followed by rage.
Silently, Cam repeated a peace chant, but the powerful anger in the man was overcoming even her well-meaning prayers.
Lester Kern raised a large fist and slammed it onto the desk between them.
"Answer me, dammit!"
"I knew last week, Lester," Cam told him, "when I was given the list of terminations."
He shook his head in mock disbelief. "And you kept it to yourself all that time? Didn’t it matter to you that you’ve been working with us for four years and the new overlords have only been here for a month? Or were you too busy congratulating yourself that you somehow managed to escape the axe?"
Congratulating herself? Cam had been calculating how long her anticipated severance cheque would last, along with the rest of her colleagues at Creatiff Consulting. Ever since the merger with Briggs and Barthe had been announced, they’d known massive layoffs were coming and no one had felt safe. Least of all Cam. The Director of Human Resources was a position of trust and who could blame Messrs Barthe and Briggs if they wanted to hire their own?
Although the accusation brought the pink to Cam’s pale cheeks, she strove for calm. Still, her grey eyes were wide and she couldn’t stop nervously patting her black hair into place, even though she knew it was already perfectly arranged.
"Now, Lester, you know I couldn’t breach confidentiality by disclosing the list of employees scheduled for layoff."
"Screw confidentiality," he barked. "You had a duty to me, along with the rest of us here at Creatiff. Ever since this goddamn merger was announced, we’ve known that it was a case of us against them."
That attitude is the surest way to end up on the termination list, Cam thought, but didn’t say so out loud. Grant Briggs had spent more than an hour meeting with each of the senior directors when he had taken over at the helm—Barthe was apparently more of a silent partner in the operation—explaining that nothing was as of yet set in stone and that good people who could possibly be kept on would be. He’d mentioned that he would be evaluating the Creatiff employees’ work histories over the next few weeks to find out which ones he could keep—but Lester had seemingly ignored that part.
"I don’t see it that way," Cam said to him, "and neither do the majority of our colleagues. Most will be staying on."
It was the wrong thing to say. She saw that the minute the words left her mouth. If she had possessed the power, she would have frozen that instant in that room and snatched back the words before they travelled to his ears, but despite all of her studying, that ability was beyond her.
"Lucky them," Lester sneered, "and lucky you. Although we all know how you managed to rise through the company so quickly and hang onto your job for so long, huh?"
Again, she sent up a little prayer that the next sentence would remain lodged in his throat.
"Too bad I don’t have long legs to flash the boss or a set of big tits to push in his face."
That was it. Her patience had run out.
"That’s enough, Lester. Here’s the rest of your severance package." She pushed an envelope across the desk. "I trust you will prefer to go over them on your own, rather than have me explain it."
He snatched at the papers with his big hand. "My lawyer will see them first."
Cam inclined her head. "As you wish. That was actually what I was about to suggest."
Grant Briggs had briefed her. The packages they were offering were generous—they would not budge from them. He was confident that any employment lawyer would tell the laid-off employees the same.
Lester jumped up, his bloodshot eyes blazing. She recognised his defiant expression. He was not about to be robbed of the last word.
"You know what, Camilla fucking Ferrar? I’ve heard for four years what an ice queen you can be and I’ve never really seen it. I thought you were pleasant and polite. Not too chatty, but that can be a good thing in a woman. But now I finally see what everyone else does…you’re a frigging witch!"
Wendi Zwaduk
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.
You can find out more about Wendi on her website or on her blog. You can also find her on Instagram, Bookbub and Amazon.
Nan Comargue
Nan Comargue is a romance and erotic romance writer who has been reading romance novels all her life. She prefers sexy confident heroes who win over slightly introverted heroines (read: nerdish types) but she writes about everything from angel-warriors to cowboy ménage.
Nan blogs about her writing journey and other interesting topics (zombies!) here but lately she tweets more than she blogs (and sometimes more than she writes).
Nan is Canadian, eh?
D.R. Slaten
In my before life, I was a trial lawyer. Stuff happened. You know—life happened. Now I write stories that swirl around in my head. I love doing both. I just can't do both well. I like doing things well. So, because of the circumstances allowing me to write, I gave up lawyering to become a writer.
Now for the good stuff. I love dogs although both of mine have long since gone to doggy heaven. I read lots of books in a variety of genres. I make fun of the news and reality TV. I think chocolate should be on the food pyramid as its own category. Dirty martinis are my preferred drink. I think good friends, good conversation over a good meal is the ideal way to spend any free time. I'm not human until and unless I have had my first cup of coffee. And last but not least, I always try to buy flowers for my hotel rooms because it just makes it feel more like home.
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