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Some Like It Wicked

By: Stacey Kennedy | Other books by Stacey Kennedy
Published By: Ellora's Cave Publishing Inc.
Published: Mar 01, 2013
ISBN # 9781419942235
Word Count: 22,594
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Categories: Romance>Erotic Romance

Description
Bryanna is far from the perfect witch. Shunned by her coven and her boyfriend for her unruly magic, she seeks a new life for herself in a new town—Charmstone.
When Bryanna arrives, it’s not long before Zeke, a demon gone good, is burning with fire over her. Not only has she set his world ablaze, but he’s found one soul he can save. He’s determined to free her from the insecurities that have damaged her.
Together they experience lava-hot passion as they weave their way through a tornado of emotions. But when Bryanna’s ex returns, Zeke will need to take a stand and hope that their lust leads to a forever love.

A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
 
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Excerpt:

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An Excerpt From: SOME LIKE IT WICKED

Copyright © STACEYKENNEDY, 2013

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Chapter One

 

A thump, followed by a ga-jug, echoed within theVolkswagen Rabbit, then the car rolled to a halt on the side of the gravelroad.

“Oh Blessed Be, this cannot be happening.” Bryanna turnedthe ignition key and it clicked. She tried again, but she didn’t hear a sparkof the engine igniting or a purr from the muffler, she only heard silence.

Dropping her head against her hands resting on the steeringwheel, she shrieked in frustration and her throat tightened. But when tearsfilled her eyes, she straightened up. “No, you will not cry.” Cursing thenow-dead piece of junk, she opened the car door, grabbed her handbag from thepassenger seat and kicked the car’s silver door shut behind her.

Before the dash-unit GPS crapped out on her, it had indicatedshe had arrived in the West Feliciana Parish of Louisiana. Now she stood atop anarrow ridge overlooking a river below with blue sky and white clouds above.

The beautiful sight didn’t match her wretched mood. She shouldenjoy the rich, earthy scents around her, feel rejuvenated to have left thebusy city of Shreveport behind and bask in the gloriousness of the naturearound her. That was, if she was a good Earth Witch, which sadly, she wasn’t. Infact, her magical abilities were embarrassing at best. But those kinds of chastisingthoughts weren’t important anymore. Nothing mattered. Least of all what shecould or couldn’t do with her magic.

She strode forward and her long black satin skirt draggedalong the ground, making her grumble. The gravel road was slightly damp and thebig clouds meant a storm had recently blown through, which only added to thestrong scents around her. Rich moss thrived on the forest floors to her right.Birds chirped in welcome, but she didn’t know to where.

Not as if that mattered either. The only thing that did concernher was never turning back and always moving forward. Her life needed to change,which included getting her ex-boyfriend, Layton Brimley, completely out of it.

A man built of romantic dreams—beautiful on the outside,blue-eyed, blond-haired and sexy as sin. But the pretty packaging was deceptive;his soul was tainted with darkness. He was the reason she’d been on the roadfor four hours now and why she’d never go back to the Shreveport coven.

Above her, a bird squawked and Bryanna raised her hand toprotect her eyes, watching the hawk soaring on a thermal. She sighed. If onlyshe was that hawk and Layton was a little mouse she could rip to pieces. It’dbe the sweetest revenge.

She focused back on the road and increased her speed. On herthird step, her boot caught a stone, causing her to stumble forward. With ayelp, she nosedived toward a puddle and scraped her hands against the roughstones. The dirty water soaked her clothing, plastering her skirt to her skin.

“Oh for the love of magic.” She pushed herself up, wiped herinjured hands on her wet skirt and took a cautious step forward, but wobbled.When she glanced down, she noticed the heel of her boot had broken off.

Drat!

Things that had been bad so far were only getting worse witheach passing hour. She’d need four sets of hands to count all the mishaps she’dencountered along the way. Limping forward, she continued on, determined to getto…well, she hadn’t figured that out yet.

As the hawk above her squawked again, she also heard a carapproaching from behind and drawing closer with each limp she took. Refusing tolook back at the car in fear of embarrassing herself further, she stared at thegravel road when a thump caught her attention. The car’s tire had clearly hitanother hole in the road, since when she turned, a splash came barreling towardher.

If she were a normal Earth Witch, she could conjure magic tostop the dirty water from hitting her. Sadly, she was anything but normal.Instead, she braced herself, shut her eyes and waited for the deluge.

Only a second later, the frigid water hit her dead center,as expected.

When she opened her eyes, she discovered her violet-streakedlong black hair dripping around her. Looking down at her black corset, shefound it completely soaked and dirt particles marred her flesh. “That’s it!”she shrieked to the sky above. “I’ve had enough!”

“You can either get in or stay wet. Your choice.”

At the low, velvety voice, Bryanna jerked her head towardthe car, looking at back door of the black Dodge Challenger, which was open. Getin the car with a stranger? Or stay in these soaked clothes, with a broken heelon my boot?

The right decision was glaringly obvious.

With her continuing limp, Bryanna approached the car, then settledinto the backseat. “Thank you for stopping.” As she leaned against the back ofthe seat, she noticed she was dripping dirty water along the expensive black leather.“Perhaps this was a bad idea. I’m ruining your seat.”

“It’s only a car,” the driver stated.

Glancing up from her soaked clothes, Bryanna examined hersavior. He stared out the front windshield, but then looked at her in therearview mirror, and she sucked in a harsh breath. It wasn’t his appearancethat worried her. His short dark-brown hair, the broad set of his shoulders andeven his nicely defined arms filling his pale-blue T-shirt looked incrediblynice. But it was what lay in the depths of his coal-black eyes that terrifiedher.

A demon.

“The name is Zeke.” He flashed a grin that, if she hadn’tbeen frightened, might have been sexy. At her silence, he chuckled, put the carin gear and then drove down the road. “Surprised to see a demon?”

She gulped, stunned speechless.

Demons were underworld creatures, stealers of souls andspawns of Satan. What kind of trouble had she landed herself in?

“Stop the car!” she shouted, blindly grasping for the doorhandle that seemed to have disappeared. She might have looked down to assist inher much needed escape, but that meant she would have to take her eyes off thedemon, which she wouldn’t dare do. “Let me out. Don’t eat my soul.”

Zeke barked a shout of laughter. “I might be a demon byright, but I have chosen a different life for myself. I won’t eat you.” Hischuckling faded. “And I’ll even send a tow to get your car later. What’s yourname?”

His reply knocked her off her axis and made her pause. Waswhat he suggested even possible? Could a demon deny his heritage? “Bryanna.”She managed to look away from him and noticed they approached a town. “Whereare you taking me?”

“Charmstone.”

Once he passed through the metal gates at the entrance, Bryannaspotted an old wooden sign that hung on a wrought iron stand. Charmstonewas carved into the wood with Established in 1839 written below.

As the car traveled down the curvy paved road, shops of allkinds appeared. First, Duncan’s Dungeons, then Scaredy Cat Café and even LittleShop of Potions. The town had a historical feel, with aged stores that onlybuilt more character. It didn’t look decrepit, but had an incredible charm. Oneof those places so memorable that if she left, she’d definitely return.

After Zeke rounded a corner, he brought the car to a stop. Draggingher gaze from the eclectic shops and the few shifters who walked along thestreet, she exited the car and stared down the street to her right. She thenlooked to her left, totally mesmerized.

The shops were all huddled together with no sense oforganization. They were nothing like she’d seen in Shreveport. It even smelleddifferent here, almost like gingersnap cookies. Every shop appeared to be alittle house and each had a different style that somehow made each one special.

“What a charming little town.” She glanced over her shoulderat Zeke and her mouth instantly went dry.

At some point, he had joined her and he was dark, dangerous,but gorgeous. He towered over her, staring down at her in a way that should havesent her running. Instead, she found herself captivated. Her breath caught inher throat as he gave a smile that was as devilish as his evil roots.

He regarded her a moment, giving her a once-over beforecuriosity filled his dark eyes. “If you’re a witch, why haven’t you,” he wavedhis hand over her, “changed your clothing?”

At the reminder of her magical flaws, her cheeks warmed. Thespell he suggested was, in fact, the simplest of magic. She considered lying tosave herself from the embarrassment, but why bother? A demon had no right tojudge her. “Because I’m a terrible witch.”

One sleek eyebrow lifted. “How so?”

A breeze filled the air, causing leaves to flutter down fromthe tree above, making her slightly chilled in her wet clothes. “My powers areon the fritz. I can command the earth element, but when I do, something horriblehappens.”

His eyes twinkled. “Show me.”

Some Like It Wicked

By: Stacey Kennedy
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