Love & Accusations

By Selena Page

Carmina Caprice is a witch on the hunt. When her old flame is accused of murder, she wants to be the one to bring him to justice, but even after a decade apart, the sight of him rekindles a love worth fighting for.

Jackson Lane has always been a good guy, until he became a wanted man. Now he's on the lam and the woman who broke his heart years ago is trying to take him--to jail or bed, he isn't sure which. To add to his problems, something is speaking inside his mind, something he can't control.

Together they will need to tap into their scorching past and powers they didn't know they possessed to prove Jackson's innocence and stop the real murderer--a being not of this world.

Content Warning: Explicit love scenes, naughty language, and sexy magical secrets.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Selena Page
• Release date: Dec 24, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370956708

Selena Page

Selena Page is the author of the Caprice Chronicles, a paranormal romance series centered around a family of cursed witches and warlocks. Her heroes are hot, her heroines are sassy, and the spellbinding chemistry that results will blow your mind.A foodie, knitter and lover of daring bodice rippers, Selena writes from her beachfront home in Galveston, TX, and spends her spare time relaxing in the sand and playing in the waves with her viking husband and her three corgis by her side.

Book preview

Another small town grocery store, another half-frozen bean and cheese burrito. Carmina Caprice grabbed a stack of paperwork as she shoveled the vile fast food in her mouth, her eyes scanning the papers once again. Even though she had memorized it weeks earlier, she still found comfort in going through the information.

On the surface, Jackson Lane was someone she rarely saw in her line of work. Intelligent, well-liked, gorgeous. An English teacher at the local high school. An all-American, apple-pie kind of guy if she’d ever seen one. And, of course, her former high school sweetheart. She hadn’t told her boss that little detail; this was more than a job for her. This was personal.

It wasn’t quite the vision she had when she thumbed through pictures of the victims. One of her special talents was a small touch of post cognition—sometimes, when she read police reports like these, she could see what had happened. Every time it was the same, a clear image of Jax choking and beating the women, a dead look clouding his brilliant blue eyes. Four dead women, with two more hospitalized. No witnesses, but both of the surviving women swore up and down it was Jackson Lane. Of course, he had skipped town before the investigation could really get rolling. A clear indication of guilt, in her experience.

This wasn’t the kind of case she usually worked. She liked to stick to the non-violent offenders, guys who had jumped bail over fraud or theft. Easier to bring them in, and since the job didn’t offer health insurance, less risk that she would be paying out of pocket for a broken arm or worse. It didn’t always work out that way, and she’d seen her share of hospital rooms while out in the field, but this case was something special.

Carmina tossed the papers into a pile, leaning her head back against the opulent leather seat of her car, sighing heavily. The Jax she knew would never hit a woman, let alone beat one to death. In eight years of knowing one another and three of dating, he had never been anything but a perfect gentleman. When the other guys were wolf-whistling at girls and making snide remarks about their tits, Jackson was telling them to stop being scumbags. It didn’t make sense, and it infuriated her that such a seemingly kind and mild-mannered guy could do something so horrible. Carmina had to admit she felt betrayed by her memories, her stomach twisting as she thought about Jackson’s smile and his infectious laughter.

It didn’t help that there were massive holes in the narrative of this case. Jax swore he didn’t do it. He even had an alibi for two of the murders. No fingerprints on any of the women, nothing that could forensically link him to any of the scenes. But the confirmation from the victims that it was him was pretty damning. Particularly since one of them happened to be his ex-wife. The cases presented in an identical manner, so it wasn’t a huge leap of logic to assume he was guilty.

It had been two weeks of trying to chase him down, and Carmina was no closer to finding him than she had been the first day. On the upside, no one else had found him either. But the longer he was gone, the more likely it was that he wouldn't be found. And there were few things she hated more than losing her mark.

She had arrived in Bartlett, New Hampshire the day before. A tiny town known for its outdoor recreation, and a few miles down the road from Hart’s Location, a villa where Lane’s great-uncle owned a derelict hunting cabin. As far as she could tell, it had fallen out of use when the man had died, although it remained in the family. After weeks of driving around the North East and hitting every likely place, this was her next best lead. And if this turned out to be a bust, it would be hitting cheap-ass motels and slipping them a twenty to tell her if they’d seen him. Although her expenses would eventually be reimbursed, it was still an expensive, time consuming, and all too often fruitless way of tracking someone.

Carmina had a map to the cabin, courtesy of Jackson’s mother, Andrea Lane, who was anxious to have her son back, guilty or not. Andrea had been thrilled to hear from Carmina, and Carmina had a small pang of regret over cutting off contact with Jax and his family. Now all she needed was a bit of luck that he’d actually be there, and that he’d be willing to come quietly. She didn’t want to have to shoot her ex-boyfriend, but she would if he forced her hand.

Four years as a bounty hunter hadn’t prepared her for this. She had seen all manner of scum in her time, but never someone she knew as intimately as Jackson. The thought of seeing him again under these circumstances made her stomach twist—she almost hoped she wouldn’t be the one to find him, even if the paycheck for this job would be enough to let her live comfortably for months.

Carmina inhaled deeply, a shiver running down her spine as she felt a pulse of power surround