Hexed

By Jezebel Jorge

A love spell turns lethal when Rowan falls for pro wrestler Dylan Dalton.

Rowan isn't the most stable witch in the DeFliehr coven. She sees spirits and plays with magickal penis candles. The super smart standout Vandy tennis star is hell bent on getting her man. She's also teaming up with her ghostly grandmother Odessa to avenge her birth mother's rape and untimely demise.

Dylan dreams of his red haired long legged witchy woman long before Rowan shows up and steals his heart. Chaos ensues when their worlds collide. Wrestlers are dropping dead. Secrets are revealed that threaten to destroy the already dysfunctional Dalton family.

*** WARNING - This novel contains graphic sex scenes, scripted violence, infidelity, and a serial killing anti-heroine ***

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jezebel Jorge
• Release date: Nov 12, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301288182

Jezebel Jorge

Jezebel Jorge is a practicing witch, medium, and a Reiki 2 light worker. She likes to have her genre described as Witch Lit - Sizzle and spice and some things Not so Nice. Unlike most authors, the Voices running amok inside her head are sometimes spirits reaching out to tell their stories from the other side. Ghosts like to embellish just as the living, but there is usually a bit of truth entwined within her fictional stories. Jezebel uses over twenty years of being around the inner workings of the wrestling business to make the pro wrestlers in her Ring Dreams series jump right off the page and into the squared circle. She takes you behind the curtain, immersing her readers in an industry where the truth is often stranger than fiction. She lives in Nashville, TN with a spoiled rotten Golden Retriever / Great Pyrenees mix named Harry Potter and Odessa, a very vocal Spirit Guide with an affinity for snakes.

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A love spell turns lethal when a hot young witch falls of a professional wrestling superstar.

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Hexed

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~ 1 ~

"Goddess of the riverway

Oh come to me I pray

Goddess of love and beauty

Come into the light

Join me on this full moon night."

Rowan twirled five times around an altar of flaming yellow and orange candles surrounded by seashells and shards of brightly colored mirrored glass. Her uninhibited nakedness made the dance an erotic offering.

"Light my path, show me the way

Of this my Goddess I pray."

She poured bottled spring water into a silver chalice and drizzled honey into a matching bowl. Rowan licked a drop of honey off her finger and took a sip of the water to assure the Nigerian River Goddess that her gifts were not contaminated.

Most beautiful one, my intentions are pure.

The Corn Moon would be full by the witching hour. It was almost too perfect, a full moon on a Friday and the fifth and final day of her love spell. Oshun favored all things in fives.

Come, Oshun, and join me.

The beaded seashell chimes hanging above the window jostled in a symphony of clangs and dings. A gentle breeze swept through the room, heightening the seductive scent of cinnamon incense. The candles flickered. Their smoke billowing into the unmistakable curve of a feminine form before drifting off into the early morning sky.

To her running bathwater, Rowan added Grains of Paradise and yellow rose petals plucked from her backyard garden. The remaining petals went into a yellow bucket along with a combination of five essential oils, five ground powders, and five cinnamon sticks.

She kissed the autographed photo of her beloved and placed it back on the altar. On the first day of her spell she wrote his name and birthday on the back of the photo in orange ink. Dylan Dalton, October 31st. How appropriate her love had came into this world on Samhain, the most sacred of Pagan Holidays. Following the instructions from Oshun’s Water Shrine Love Spell, she had also included his mother’s name, Elizabeth Dalton.

Standing in the claw foot bathtub, she coated her breasts and inner thighs with honey. Next, she dumped the bucket over her head before settling down for the final soak to seal her spell.

Tonight you shall be mine, as I have always been yours, she said to the photo before reaching across the altar to grasp the most important candle cast in the shape of a penis.

This candle came anointed and blessed by Mamman Merci, straight from her exclusive French Quarter Voodoo Shop. Their combined spell strength made the red wax phallic symbol a magickal force to be reckoned with. She used the flame of an altar candle to ignite the wick of the phallic symbol with a fire kiss from Oshun.

Rowan held the silver blade of her athame over the flame before pressing the sharp tip into the pad of her finger. Blood spurted, trickling down to where a wedding band would someday rest. A spell is most potent when sealed with the blood of a witch, a virgin witch at that. She caressed the candle until the red wax glistened with the stain of her blood.

Focusing on the dancing flame, she poured energy into the wax, making the candle throb with a magickal charge. The connection ran so deep she could feel his heart beating in her hands, his ardor rising with each rhythmic stroke. The heat felt so sweet, opening her up with his desire. Not even a kiss had she shared with any other, for he was the only one worthy of her affection.

"As this candle burns, so his heart burns with love for me.

As this wax melts, so his heart melts for me.

This spell is sealed, his heart belongs to me."

She lowered the candle to the water just as the completed spell caused it to explode in a torrent of melting wax.

As it is willed, so mote it shall be.

The chimes shook in a frantic rattle and an icy chill seeped into the room. A brilliant swoosh of red, traced with streaks of silver and gold, danced across the ceiling in undulating swirls. A spirit materialized in front of the full length mirror hanging on the back of the bathroom door. With each twirl the ghost solidified until she looked as real as her previous earthbound form.

Rowan couldn’t remember a time when she hadn’t seen spirits. This one had watched over her from the cradle, their bond stronger than if her grandmother still walked among the living. Theirs was a relationship bound by the lies and strengthened by the deception of her adoptive parents. George and Nancy Murdoch didn’t think she knew the truth, but she did.

She had learned of her adoption on the eve of her thirteenth birthday. The night of her first bleeding and the night it all started to make sense. From that day forward, she considered those highbrow Southern Baptist doctors her parents in name only. Odessa was her family. Her spirit guide had been the one to teach her the ways of a witch.

Odessa wore a dress of the palest golden yellow, spun from silk, and as smooth and perfect as her porcelain skin. Her long copper tresses shimmered in the candlelight as the spirit swayed in rapt admiration of her own reflection. She was well aware of her beauty and wore it with not a hint of modesty.

Turning to greet her granddaughter with a windblown kiss, Odessa said, Oshun only wishes she could make such an elaborate entrance.

It is not wise to speak that way of such a powerful Goddess.

What’s she going to do? Odessa twirled around for another peek at her own image. The spirit so loved mirrors. I’m already dead. She laughed and swirled her way back to hover above the tub. We’re prettier than she could ever imagine. Look at me and see yourself. We are of the same blood and beautiful bones. She ran a hand through Rowan’s identical fiery red hair. Dylan will not be able to resist your boundless charms. It is time, beautiful one.

The spirit removed five copper bracelets from around her wrist and placed them on the altar.

In the blink of an eye the ethereal figure dissolved back into the dancing red light, swirling across the room before vanishing into nothingness.

~ 2 ~

Those plump pink lips, so soft yet so strong... teasing him, pleasing him... He was so incredibly close... It felt so good he didn’t want it to ever end...That luminous skin and the flowing mane of red hair covering her nakedness...

The things she did to his cock... devouring him, making him cry out in exquisite pleasure... He didn’t want to cum in that perfect mouth... He wanted to kiss her... God, he wanted to fuck her so bad. This creature was too divine to be real...

He looked down into those shining green eyes, the deepest most beautiful shade of green he’d ever seen. Like wet summer grass...

That’s it... He wanted to fuck her on a field of morning dew until she was wetter than the ground beneath them... He had to satisfy her or he’d lose her... He couldn’t lose this angel... this goddess...

Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit!

Dylan Dalton jerked awake to his brother’s ringtone blasting from his cell phone and someone pounding on the door. He looked around his Atlanta hotel room quickly realizing that his dream girl had disappeared right along with another one of those amazing dreams.

He grabbed his phone. What?

Would you open the fucking door already?

Dylan ran a hand through his bed head hair and grabbed a sheet to cover the tent his dick made in his boxers. Way to waste a perfectly good erection.

You’re so not my dream girl.

His older brother Bryson burst through the door, slamming his gear bag down on the carpet. I married the bitch from hell.

That’s not a news flash. Did you have to wake me up at, Dylan squinted at his phone, I can’t see shit without my contacts.

6:15. Bryson threw his own phone on top of his suitcase. Get this, while I was at her dad’s house last night with our kids, she was here at the bar getting into it with Allison. I’ve not see her in at least five years. Yet in the world according to Courtney, I’m still fucking her.

Yeah, I was gonna tell you Allison was looking for you last night.

Courtney wants to start working with us again. Just because I let her hire a nanny, she thinks that’s her license to go back on the road. When hell freezes over!

She is a heat magnet at the ring.

She never leaves it at the ring. We don’t need her. I’ll quit and go to the WWE before I’ll travel with her again.

Dad would have a coronary if you went to work for Vinnie Mac.

Then he’d better keep out of this. She started threatening to call him, and I tossed her the damn phone. He knows I can’t take her crap 24/7. I’m miserable enough on my days at home with her.

Allison gave me her number. Why don’t you call her?

All Dylan really wanted was to get back to dreaming about the girl who had been haunting him for weeks.

Why would I want to do that? Bryson asked. She’s got some nerve showing up here. Did the dentist dump her?

Since it didn’t look like Bryson was going to be leaving any time soon, Dylan got his glasses, sketch pad and colored pencils from his backpack. While his brother got comfortable in the other bed, Dylan went to work on the most recent drawing of his dream girl.

She’s fucking around with Dad again, isn’t she?

Huh? Dylan so didn’t want to go there. Allison’s never had a thing for Dad.

Don’t play dumb with me... Courtney. She’s probably whining to him on the phone right now. 743 minutes of calls between them on the last cell bill.

You counted them all up? Get a life already.

Or at least chill out and go to sleep.

Bryson kept on droning, but Dylan tuned him out to focus on capturing the musculature of her long legs. The curve of her sweet little ass. That mane of red hair all the way down to the top of her butt cheeks. Damn— he was getting turned on all over again.

Dylan had completely zoned out tracing the outline of her breasts in a silhouette of hotness when his phone chirped with an incoming text message.

Mom says Happy Birthday and she still loves me more. Dylan tossed a pillow at Bryson, stopping him in mid-rant. Seriously, she wants to know if you’re okay. Dad’s been sitting outside talking to Courtney for over an hour.

The old man is never going to learn to keep it in his pants.

If he'd done that I wouldn’t be here.

Billy Dalton’s dalliances with ring rats were legendary. Dude was the ratting king. He’d banged more groupies than most of the other guys combined. There he was in his mid-fifties and he still had women throwing themselves at him.

His dad fucked around.

If Bryson and Courtney weren’t fucking, they were fighting.

His mom kept them all sane.

Just another day in the only life Dylan had ever known.

After telling his mom the non-X-rated part of his dream he decided to take one more shot at getting rid of his babbling brother. Call Allison.

Not happening.

Getting laid never killed anyone, at least not yet. That’s what condoms are for.

You really don’t get it, do ya? Bryson glared at him.

I’m getting it a lot more often than you obviously are.

On that note, Dylan decided to take it to the bathroom for a long hot shower with his hand playing the role of his red haired dream girl.

~ 3 ~

Good morning, beautiful one. Rosette’s smile was as dazzling as the silver blade of the knife she wielded to slice a pile of fresh fruit.

The plump, ebony-skinned Haitian immigrant acted as Rowan’s earthbound teacher of the Craft. Nancy had hired Rosette as a housekeeper and adult presence in the home after the Murdocks’ marriage crumbled under the stress of the never discussed secret adoption. Her so-called mother never had a clue Rosette had been sent to her with forged references by Rowan’s other biological grandmother, the very much alive and witchy Dinera DeFleihr.

Rowan planted a kiss on Rosette’s cheek, grabbed an apple slice, and went through the French doors to the back deck. From this vantage point the eastern sky tinged with magnificent shades of a purple to create a breathtaking orange sunrise. The green leaves of the ancient oak tree shimmered with the first kiss of morning sun.

With Rosette’s help, Rowan had turned the fenced-in barren backyard into a garden paradise. They had planted and tended rows of every herb imaginable. The wild pink roses that ran up the sides of the deck were still thriving in the last August Indian summer, and she hoped to have home-grown pumpkins in time to celebrate the September Mabon harvest.

Rowan started her morning yoga practice with a graceful swoop into Downward Dog, inhaling the soothing scent of lavender drifting across the deck. Her breathing synced to the gentle tinkle of water from the fountain they had made on one side of the yard. She couldn’t wait to start her Tuesday and Thursday morning herbology class. Finally, a subject she found interesting.

Come and get it or I’ll throw it in the creek. Rosette came through the double doors with a breakfast tray.

You’d better not throw away my plantains.

Rowan finished up a Sun Salutation before sitting down beside Rosette at the wrought iron table. She added a generous sprinkling of powdered sugar and coated the fried fruit with warm maple syrup.

I can’t believe you’re eating that before your first match of the season. Nancy’s voice sent nettles up her spine.

She didn’t have to look up from her favorite breakfast treat to visualize the black cloud of gloom that always hovered around her so-called mother. Her visit had made the short break between summer school and the first fall semester seem like an eternity.

The child is skinny as a rail. Let her eat what she wants, Rosette said as she stood to offer Nancy her seat. It wouldn’t hurt either of you to get a little meat on your bones. Why don’t I fix you a plate?

No thank you. Nancy replied tersely, without bothering to sit. Don’t blame me when you wilt right in the middle of the second set. This is just another reason why I don’t feel right about leaving you here all alone.

I’ll be fine.

Anything short of a straight-A average and you’ll be in a dorm next semester. I don’t want you driving that Corvette all over town either.

I breezed through a double-load of summer school, didn’t I?

Yes, but you had your father here with you. I can’t believe he decided to take off for Europe after it was too late to get you signed up for campus housing.

Rowan fought to suppress a giggle. She had conjured up a last-minute persuasion spell that sent George to Europe for a year’s sabbatical.

I’ll keep an eye on her, Rosette promised.

That will be much appreciated. Nancy glanced at her watch. I hate to miss your match, but I really need to get back home. I’ve got so much work to get caught up on. Not everyone can just drop everything and rush off to Europe.

That’s okay, Have a safe drive home.

Keep those grades up and call me after your match.

If the woman was so damn proud of her tennis scholarship, why couldn’t she make time to stay for her first college tennis match at Vanderbilt? Not that Rowan would admit it mattered.

Just walk your perfectly pressed beige pantsuit, sensible brown pumps, and pearls out to the Volvo and haul ass back down I-40 to Raleigh. Good riddance.

Did she come? Rosette asked as soon as Nancy left. I could feel the chill she brings. That Odessa is a mighty powerful spirit.

Yes, she left me these. Rowan jingled the copper bracelets around her wrist.

Rosette took a brush to Rowan’s hair. At least someone cared she looked good for the match.

I’m going to miss you when you start the new job tomorrow.

I’ll only be a few miles away in Brentwood. You know I’ll be popping in all the time to check on you. Just because I have new kids to tend to don’t mean I’m deserting my baby girl.

It’s so cool you got a job working for Dylan’s brother. I just hope his wife isn’t the bitch everyone says she is.

That Courtney is something else. Rosette laughed. Kinda reminds me of you in a way.

Really?

I like her. She’s got spunk.

It was nice of her to let you give me your complimentary membership to her gym.

When would I have time to work out? Rosette adjusted a braid. I’ll have my hands full with those twins and the red headed tot. Maybe I’ll someday teach the little one our Craft.

Rowan’s silent pout gave away her jealousy.

Don’t go having a snit, Rosette chided. I’m plenty capable of loving you both.

A true witch is born, not taught.

And it harm none, do as thou wilt, Rosette said firmly.

It was a little late to go biding the Wiccan Rede after Rowan had spent the past five years obsessing over Dylan. She had four scrapbooks filled with his photos and had read every word written about him on the Internet. It was no secret Dylan’s birth had been the result of an affair his father, a wrestling legend in his own right, had with a woman he’d met on the road. The woman had abandoned him to Billy Dalton when he was a toddler.

At least Billy and Elizabeth Dalton hadn’t been liars like her adoptive parents. No one ever tried to hide that truth from Dylan. The shared bond of their adoptions made her feelings for him even stronger.

Rosette stepped back to admire the series of intricate French Braids ending in a long pony tail hanging down Rowan’s back.

First, go win your match. Then you can think all you want about Dylan. He will be one lucky man tonight.

No, I will be the lucky one.

While you were communing with Oshun, I called upon Erzulie, Rosette pulled a beaded rose quartz anklet out of the pocket of her plaid Bermuda shorts. Two love Goddesses are better than one.

Rowan offered up her ankle so Rosette could tie a love knot with the hemp string.

His love shall follow you wherever you tread. As you forever have his heart and are always in his head. Rosette sealed the spell by kissing Rowan’s beaded ankle. When the full moon reaches her glorious peak, I will light the candles to bless your union.

I can’t believe the night is finally here.

Just be careful, child. I couldn’t love you more if I’d birthed you myself.

~ 4 ~

Bryson scrolled through the address book on Dylan’s phone until Allison’s number appeared on the screen. If only he had followed his mom’s advice and kept her away from the business. She hadn’t been able to handle the women throwing themselves at him every night. He couldn’t deal with guys coming on to her.

He had walked out of Hooters madder than hell over all those guys staring at her ass in those skimpy orange shorts while she accused him of banging rats on the road. He’d never cheated on her. Not until that night with Courtney.

She had offered him a ride after the show. Half a bottle of Jack later and the pesky little kid he’d known all his life was suddenly a hot nineteen year old woman. She’d leaned against the hood of her vintage Corvette Stingray and begged for it right there in the parking lot of the hotel. Like a fool he’d let her unzip his jeans and help herself.

Damn, if he didn’t still get turned on just thinking about that night. Never mind that she’d been playing 'I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours' with Dylan since before they hit puberty. Who cared that she’d been screwing Billy since she was sweet sixteen. Courtney might be a bitch to live with, but she was a freak between the sheets or anywhere else she wanted it.

Ten years later and he’d never had another woman even come close to out sexing Courtney. Once she finally got her claws in him there was no going back. He’d been pussy whipped since the first time he fucked her.

Every time he’d try to walk away and leave her, they would have a knock-down, drag-out, screaming, shoving, biting, and kicking confrontation that always ended with him on his back and her on top of him riding out her frustration. He’d hate himself the next morning, but he always came crawling back for more.

Yeah, he was whipped all right.

You okay?

Bryson answered by slamming the phone shut and handing it back to Dylan.

You should know by now that Courtney ain’t the only piece of ass out there.

Drop it.

I’m just saying, my ahem... date from last night left me a nice bag of goodies. Dylan handed over a gift bag. Happy birthday.

Decas, Tren, Winstroll, and Tabs. Holy shit, you should have kept this girl around and bought her breakfast. Who’s her hookup?

Her husband’s a pharmaceutical sales rep, so she swiped some samples out of his car. What can I say, the chicks dig me.

Bryson loaded up a syringe, dropped his pants and bent over the side of the bed. Here shoot me up.

If I’d known I was gonna be looking at your bare ass, I wouldn’t have put in my contacts.

Wanna hit? Bryson asked as he changed into a pair of workout shorts.

Hell no, I like my testicles too much to make them shrivel up and die.

Roids are safe as long as you know how to cycle them. It wouldn’t hurt to get a little juice in you.

No, thanks. Dylan plopped down on the bed to lace up his Nikes.

It’s that GHB shit you mess with that will fuck you up. Bryson pulled his hair into a ponytail before growling and flexing at the mirror.

Come on, other than women it’s my only vice. I don’t abuse it. You know I only take enough to get me to sleep when I’m wound up at night.

Whatever.

~ 5 ~

The gym had always been Bryson’s safe haven away from the ring. It was a mindless adrenaline rush. Nothing could touch him there--not even Courtney--when he pushed his body to failure on a final set

He jerked through a set of dead lifts like there weren’t any plates on the steel bar. His iPod blasting heavy metal and the testosterone boiling through his veins had him totally in the zone. Dylan’s rat had the hookup on some high quality juice. He could almost feel his lats spreading and thickening with each rep.

Hopefully this cycle would take care of the nagging ache in his bicep. He’d been pushing it by not taking time off, but if he missed a match he didn’t get paid. Pro wrestlers didn’t get sick days. It was a chance he had to take since the pressure of carrying the company always fell across his massive shoulders.

He shook out his arm and grabbed a set of dumbbells for some bicep curls. Halfway through the set, pain seared through his injured arm. He closed his eyes and struggled into another rep, determined to block it all out.

You’re pulling with your back. Courtney sneaked up behind him to hiss in his ear. Isolate.

Her right arm coiled around his waist, and she pressed her breasts hard against his back. Her left hand cupped his elbow with enough strength to stabilize his arm. Just the distraction he needed to make it through those agonizing last reps.

I’m calling your doctor tomorrow. You need to get an MRI on that bicep.

It was such a relief for her to take the weight out of his shaking hand that he only nodded an okay before yanking out the ear buds, I thought you were going home.

Dad made the boys breakfast and planted them in front of the TV watching some of those old DVDs he got at that legends’ convention yesterday.

They did have a blast going with him and meeting all his old friends.

He watched as she grabbed a pair of 30s off the rack and whipped through a set of dumbbell chest presses with perfect form. She made it all look so effortless as she leaned on the bench to breeze through a set of tricep kickbacks.

The view of her ass in tight red training shorts made him forget all about her calling his dad. Courtney’s legs had more cut and definition than his did and her arms were ripped. Three kids later and she still looked like she could be ready for a fitness contest in short notice.

She automatically got behind him to spot his second set of bicep curls. Leave it to Courtney to make spotting an erotic activity. She pressed against his back so tight that it was a wonder no one told them to get a room. Especially when she snuck in a little crotch rub just as he went to drop the weights.

I’m sorry about last night, Courtney said after knocking out another set of her own. I just had so much fun at the convention signing autographs and being recognized again.

I know the feeling. He waited a moment to see if she was still going to play nice. When she started stroking the sore arm, he went ahead and said it. I don’t think our marriage could survive being on the road together, and someone needs to be home with the kids.

Billy told me the exact same thing.

For a few sweet moments they were reunited by their shared passion for the only life they had ever known. They were from third and fourth generation wrestling families. Their fathers had been tag team partners, traveling down thousands of miles of road together. A lot of those summertime trips were made with Bryson, Dylan and Courtney all crammed together in the backseat of a Cadillac. After Charlie’s nasty divorce, he and Courtney were frequent guests at the Dalton’s dinner table. Their families were bonded by a lot more than wedding vows.

What do you think of this place? She asked. Dad owns the strip mall and the gym is two months behind on rent.

It’s got potential, but it needs a lot of work.

He said I can take it over if I back down on working again. They offered him a sweet deal on the equipment.

Go for it. I think it would be good for the boys to get to spend more time with Charlie. Anything to keep her off the road. Hell, he’d refinance their house if running another gym would get her off his ass.

It would be good for all of them. I’ve not seen Dad this happy in a long time. After we close on the deal, I’ll bring the kids with me on weekends and turn this place around in no time.

Sounds like a plan.

She gave him another interesting spot to finish up his last set. Then he couldn’t stop staring as she did dips between two benches. Her diamond belly button ring sparkling against her tan and toned abs.

After fifty dips she stripped off her training gloves and sat down on the bench with some water while he did a set of shoulder shrugs.

I was watching you train while I was upstairs on the treadmill. She waited until he was finished to ask, Did you just start another cycle?

Is it that obvious?

"To me it is. Don’t forget to up