A Witches of Wimberley short.
New York Times bestselling author, Victoria Danann, adds some more night magic to the captivating witch series.
Wednesday’s not just a witch. She’s a modern woman who doesn’t like being told what to do.
Rally is a warlock who can’t seem to think about anything but Wednesday. The fact that she’s not interested only makes her more intriguing..
It’s Wednesday’s turn for the spring rites, but she stuns the entire colony by saying no. She sees herself more as a save-the-world activist than a bride. Hoping she’ll change her mind, the Witches’ Council recruit her friends to apply pressure and proceed with plans as usual.
The warlock, Rally, met Wednesday at a witches’ gathering in Aspen. They barely spoke the entire weekend and he didn’t think much of it until afterward, when he found himself waking during the night with her on his mind. He could track her down, but to what end? He certainly wasn’t interested in a relationship lasting longer than forty minutes, but it had been months since the brief encounter and he was still being caught by friends, musing about Wednesday instead of listening.
Then one day it came to him that she must have cast some kind of spell. That was all the reason he needed to track her down.
Perhaps he expected to find a compliant, cooperative, submissive female. One thing was certain. He was not prepared for an aloof witch who couldn’t manage to care enough to pretend to be indignant. When she shrugged, said, “Think what you want,” and walked away, he was left standing with an open mouth and an ancient hunter’s impulse to chase rousing to a state of full awakening.
New York Times bestselling author, Victoria Danann, begins a HOT new MC romance series spinning off SSMC. You’re gonna love it. For true!
Ça va mal. Ça va pas bien.
Take a journey into the exotic culture of bayou country in Louisiana’s Lafayette and Acadia parishes. Cajun beauty, Angelique Bellefeuille, has had enough of bikers and their bullshit. Being put in danger because of her father’s motorcycle club makes that conclusion rock hard solid.
When she’s sent to an allied club for protection from threats made by a rival club , she’s reunited with her childhood friend, Just Batiste. Only he’s not the cute, fun, adventurous kid she remembers. He’s large and in charge. And the sexy, menacing fire starter mounts a full frontal assault on her vow to stay away from the very fire he embodies.
To prove that things can never be simple, add to the equation the interest of Dev Merit, who’s on loan from the SSMC to get a joint venture off the ground.
Angel knows a lot of women might fantasize about being pursued by two men like Just Batiste and Dev Merit. But that’s because they aren’t acquainted with the pitfalls inherent in relationships with bikers. Trusting that either one of the bad and beautiful boys might be sincere would be crazy ass stupid. Wouldn’t it?
The last thing Batiste needs is a woman to interfere with the mission giving his life purpose. But Fate has her own sense of timing. Angel is distraction and frustration walking around in the form of a little girl grown into a mind-numbing,curvy, blue-eyed devil who can’t seem to decide if she was jumping his way or toward the SSMC pretty boy.
Just when Batiste thinks he can’t get more frustrated with the little troublemaker, she’s kidnapped by the very people he’s supposed to be protecting her from. Dev’s emotions roll to the surface like Viking thunder. Batiste, on the other hand, quietly vows to get her back and to initiate Armageddon if she’s been harmed in any way.
YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’VE GOT TILL IT’S GONE.
Only one thing could be worse than never finding the love of your life…
finding her and forgetting.
From New York Times bestselling author, Victoria Danann, “mistress of modern romantic fantasy”.
“…illustrated that love is the strongest magic of all.”
Rachel can’t imagine life without Dashiell Fonteneau. They were the kind of couple who believed they were destined to find each other eons before they were born.Married people, but forever lovers.
When Dash goes to Denver on a business trip that was supposed to last for three days and doesn’t come home, Rachel finds herself in conflict with the colony at Wimberley over what to do.
The entire community is in complete agreement when they decide magic can’t be used to bring him back. They say she’ll have to learn to live without him.
“I was tense the entire time I was reading this book. It keep me riveted. I couldn’t put it down.”
READERS ARE SAYING: It’s the perfect blend of angst, humor, and a little night magic.
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CHOICES ALWAYS COME WITH CONSEQUENCES.
New York Times bestselling author, Victoria Danann, adds a long-awaited book to the Knights of Black Swan saga featuring everybody’s favorite demon. 👿
Two and a half centuries ago Sixt had been a young witch with little control. In a fit of jealousy, she’d cursed the demon with an addiction spell. She thought better of it shortly thereafter, but couldn’t find him to take it back. She did something unforgivable, but now she wants forgiveness anyway.
Deliverance had been a slave to sex for so long he could barely remember life before. When he learned the compulsion that was a never ending itch was an addiction hex, he was elated because hexes can be withdrawn by the witch who casts them. But giddiness was cut short when he learned the price he’d have to pay to have the curse reversed.
Knights of Black Swan has been voted BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE SERIES every year for the past four years in a row. Reviewers’ Choice Awards, The Paranormal Romance Guild.
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She’s on the run. He’s as steady as they come. Karma is calling. And so is the mob.
New York Times BESTSELLING AUTHOR, Victoria Danann, adds an unlikely, but weirdly charming romance to the SSMC series.”
Gin: How did I end up almost two hundred thousand dollars in debt? It wasn’t as hard as it sounds.
I went to Colombia and studied anthropology. The perfect background to get a great job. Right? Okay. It was a stupid choice. As it turns out, one of several. But I was still a teenager when I picked a major. I’ve since learned that brains aren’t fully developed until years later. A lot of good that information does me now. So I ended up answering phones at a third rate magazine. In New Jersey. When a duffel bag full of big bills showed up in my gym locker, I did what anybody with student loans would do. I paid them off.
It turns out that the money didn’t come from my fairy godmother after all. More like godfather and he’s the furthest thing from a fairy tale. Some goons stashed the bag in the wrong locker. For the mob. It probably won’t surprise you to learn they want it back. So, again, I did what anybody would do. I ran. All the way to the Texas Hill Country. I mean, they wouldn’t follow me there. Right? It’s practically the Outback. Right?
Raze: It was Bike Night at my place, which meant it was crowded. But when she came through the door, she stood out like a neon sign. I didn’t care that she looked lost or that she had unbelievably suckable curves. And it didn’t occur to me to worry when she looked back over her shoulder. I guess I figured she was looking for a boyfriend or a husband who, if he was smart, would always be real close behind.
The fact was, I needed help. Marjorie called in with some lame excuse, which meant she was fired. Employees can’t bail on Bike Night. It’s a cardinal sin. I don’t really know what that is ’cause I’m not Catholic, but it’s bad. I said, “You got any experience slingin’ drinks?” She shook her head. I gave up a disgusted sigh. “You good with people?” She gave me a cute little smirk that’s probably served her well up to now and shrugged. I shook my head, knowing I’d be sorry, and handed her an apron.
She took it, looked at it like she didn’t know what to do with it. After a second of two she raised those big blue eyes to mine and said, “I don’t have a place to stay.” I looked away so she wouldn’t think she had me by the balls and let go with a stream of cuss words in my head.
“Do a good job and you can sleep in the studio in the back. For tonight,” I said. She gave me a hug like she was grabbing onto a lifesaver and filled my nose with her rainy green apple feminine shampoo smell. ‘Course I didn’t show it, but that hug knocked me on my ass. She was just some woman coming off the road. I knew this. But there was something… I pushed her away. “Just for tonight.” My voice was gruff, sounded harsh. Good. She needed to know my Roadhouse was no plushy crash pad.I was firm. I was clear.
Get ready for a fire and ice story that proves love is no respecter of plans.