Sinfully Wicked: Magic and Mayhem Universe: Wicked Series, #2

By Teresa Gabelman

Wicked is still tattooing, with her rock n' roll familiar, Bruce. The difference now is she is happily mated to a sinfully wicked and sexy panther, Thorne.

As the past comes back into Thorne's life, misunderstandings and danger are in the mix. With a new threat looming Wicked and Thorne have more than themselves to worry about.  

Welcome back to the town of Assjacket for more wickedly hilarious mixtures of paranormal personalities.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Indie Digital Publishing
• Release date: Oct 22, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386371403

Book preview

Chapter 1

Wicked stood over the stove, stirring and checking the dinner she was lovingly trying to make for Thorne. Cooking was definitely not her strong suit, but she had followed the directions, and everything looked edible. She kept it simple with steaks, a pasta and alfredo sauce, breaded asparagus, and bread.

Smells like feet in here. Bruce, her familiar, hopped up on the table.

With a sigh, Wicked rolled her eyes. Leave it to Bruce to ruin a perfectly positive mood. It’s the alfredo sauce. It’s supposed to smell like that. Then she took a sniff and mumbled, I think.

Since when did you start cooking anything other than mac and cheese? Bruce continued to sour her mood. And I don’t think any food is supposed to smell like feet.

Don’t you have a card game or something to go to?

As a matter of fact, I do. Bruce glanced toward the front of the apartment then back at Wicked. Do yourself a favor and magic that crap out of here and do what you usually do with food. Twirl up a feast fit for a panther with that handy-dandy finger of yours.

Goodbye, Bruce. Wicked hissed, then glared at him over her shoulder. Don’t hurry back.

What is that smell? Thorne walked into the kitchen, his nose wrinkled in disgust.

Does it smell like feet? Bruce asked as he gave Wicked an I told you so glance.

Yeah, Thorne replied with a thoughtful look toward Bruce. He then glanced toward Wicked and the stove.

Hope you have an iron stomach. You’re gonna need it, Bruce warned Thorne as he disappeared out the door, leaving Wicked and Thorne alone.

Disappointed, Wicked frowned as she looked at the stove. She had wanted to make Thorne dinner tonight without the use of the magic. Just as she lifted her hand to zap her smelly attempt away, a strong hand grasped her arm.

Don’t you dare. Thorne’s deep voice filled the room.

Looking up at him, she frowned. I wanted to surprise you with dinner that didn’t come from my finger.

And it looks delicious. Thorne pulled her into his arms as he observed what was on the stove.

But it smells like feet, Wicked said into his chest in defeat. Don’t worry. I won’t make you eat it.

I’m starving, so I hope it’s ready. He kissed the top of her head then sat at the table she had set.

Thorne, I’m not going to force you to eat this. Wicked went to lift her hand again. It’s not a big deal.

If that food disappears, believe me when I say there will be no dessert for you tonight. His tone was serious and his meaning clear. If she zapped the food, he wouldn’t have sex with her. Yeah, right. She cocked her brow in challenge. Her eyes ran down his body until her gaze disappeared under the table. A flirtatious grin curved her lips. I think you may want to find something else to threaten me with because I don’t believe you.

Thorne shifted in the chair, keeping the stern look on his face. I’m ready to be served. This time, he cocked his eyebrow, and it hit her right in the feels making her body pulse. And don’t use any magic to change it.

After having a stare down with the handsome Shifter, Wicked turned and grabbed a serving bowl. After ladling the pasta in it, she placed it on the table, realizing that Bruce was right. It smelled like feet. Her eyes briefly met Thorne’s, and she had to give him credit; he didn’t even flinch at the steaming smell that was surely overpowering his senses.

Quickly, she filled the table with the food she’d fixed, then sat down across from him. Thorne had waited until she sat and then dished out big portions of food on his plate. How was your day?

Fine, she replied as she watched him saw away on the steak she’d obviously overcooked. Remembering their last dinner together at the diner in Assjacket, she frowned. Yours?

Good. Thorne continued to cut his steak then put a huge hunk in his mouth and chewed… and chewed… and chewed.

Inside, Wicked was mortified. She had really wanted to make this dinner special. They had both been so busy and well, she wanted to do it all herself. Since the incident with Porky, his now dead employee that Thorne had killed and who had shot her, their time together had diminished.

You close on the building you were wanting? she asked, continuing to watch him chew the same piece of steak. She hadn’t even filled her plate yet. Honestly, she was afraid to after watching him and smelling her efforts. Thorne had a knack for real estate, which was how they’d met. She rented an apartment and the space for her tattoo shop from him.

Thorne glanced at her, then swallowed, hard. He cleared his throat and grabbed the glass of beer she had poured in a frosted mug and drank the whole thing in one. Setting down the empty glass, he nodded and cleared his throat again. Tomorrow morning.

That’s great. Congrats. I know you wanted that building. Wicked’s congratulatory smile slipped as he took a forkful of pasta. He was really going to eat it. Admittedly, it traveled to his mouth super slowly, and he was staring at it with a wary gaze. Just before it met his lips, Wicked twirled her fingers, and the nasty stuff disappeared along with his fork.

Wicked. His narrowed eyes met hers.

"There is no way