Witch's Tattoo

By Eliza March

Michael Veret, Acadian coven leader, knows his destiny lies with his soul mate, the witch with the ability to restore the power of the Pentacle, a power needed to release the coven's spirit gifts, but his heart belongs to the young grad student he can't have. On her birthday Lisette Bouchard discovers the legacy her parents died for. She's a powerful witch, with no training, no mentor, and no coven. Her on and off again relationship with Michael is over...until she discovers he's the warlock who must approve her membership. When she finds out they are also soul mates destined to fulfill the pentacle’s prophecy, Lisette isn't certain she wants destiny ruling her love life. What she is certain of is she wants Michael to love her for herself and not because he needs her for her power.Will Michael be able to prove he’s loved her all along before evil steals her away?

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
• Release date: Oct 13, 2014
• ISBN: 9781628305821

Eliza March

Eliza March worked as assistant librarian during college and lived for time in the reading room. Later, when she became a gossip columnist in the Hamptons, she had plenty of fodder for her stories. Now, the award-winning author known for writing contemporary, paranormal, and fantasy romance with sensual content, also writes everything from soul searing, gut-wrenching love stories to downright ridiculously, humorous romance. Eliza enjoys writing multi-genre stories for her fans who love variety. https://ElizaMarch.com https://elmarchbreathlessbooks.wordpress.com https://elizamarch.wordpress.com/e-l-marchauthor/ http://elizamarch.blogspot.com

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Inc.

Witch’s Tattoo

by

Eliza March

Halloween Anthology 2014

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

Witch’s Tattoo

COPYRIGHT © 2014 by Eliza March

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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Publishing History

First Faery Rose Edition, 2014

Digital ISBN 978-1-62830-582-1

Halloween Anthology 2014

Published in the United States of America

Dedication

To the staff at The Wild Rose Press

Acknowledgments

A special thank you to Senior Faery Editor, Amanda Barnett, who always comes through for me, and also to my wonderful critique partners, author Lorelei Confer and author Linda Bleser, who came through with ideas when the plot hit a wall.

Chapter One

Beltane, The woods outside New Orleans

Michael lifted his arms to the North, the East, the South, and the West, casting the circle of fire. The Fire ceremony was the most effective used with the searching spell. The Prophecy promised him a soul mate, a witch who would return his coven’s powers, but she had yet to materialize. Beltane and the Blood Moon would enhance his magic, and hopefully, he’d finally see her face.

The power he called built, and the vision formed.

She appeared from the bushes and shifted, assuming the spirit of the wolf. Beneath the pale moonlight of the Blood Moon, he joined her, choosing the panther spirit. Relief filled the warlock’s heart. The ability returned. Once the Prophecy was fulfilled, his coven would be able to assume their spirit animals again.

But in this vision, the wolf moved beyond the creek, too far ahead for the panther to block the bear that entered the clearing and attacked. The image of an ancient demon, Artemis Shade, superimposed itself over the bear’s muzzle, morphing in and out of focus. As the panther raced to the wolf’s aid, bounding as if flying, he jumped, and while the panther was in mid-air, the bear turned and faced him. Before he could sink his claws and fangs into the beast, the bear disappeared.

Michael Veret willed his trembling muscles under control until the aching in his bones subsided, but shaking himself free of the vision took more energy than he expected. Sweat poured off him, yet he was chilled to the bone, and when he went to wipe his forehead, he wondered at the dirt beneath his nails.

One thing the vision made clear; Artemis Shade wanted his soul mate. But which coven member did the demon control?

A sound in the bushes startled him.

Lisette Bouchard walked into the clearing, appearing as if he’d conjured her. Hell, any warlock worth his salt should have known she was there. Then, he hardened with the knowledge that she was—standing directly in his line of vision, unnerving him.

No powerless mortal should be able to fluster him the way she did—the way she had since the day she arrived at Tulane. He struggled to resist and forced down his body’s reaction.

Am I interrupting? The young woman’s earthy voice, mellow and smooth as aged whiskey, took a toll on his resistance.

He held his breath, not speaking, wondering what she’d observed from the bushes.

What? Not glad to see me? she continued as if his silence meant nothing.

Her crop top showed enough skin to make him notice her pale midriff when she shrugged. Delicate and sturdy all at the same time. Fragile and strong. Sex and innocence wrapped up in one tiny package, a package he found impossible to resist.

U-uh, how did you find me? Damn she had him stuttering.

What makes you think I was looking for you? She tilted her head and put a hand on one cocked hip.

There was a flash of resistance in her expression. That particular attitude had intrigued Michael from the start—among other attributes.

He raised an eyebrow, challenging her to tell him the truth. She lifted both shoulders with an indifferent shrug.

You brought me out here one night last year. I wanted to see the moon everyone is talking about— she pointed to the Blood Moon —this seemed like a good place.