Witchling Summoned: Seeking Witchdom, #1

By Maddie James

Jade McIntire is flunking out of WWU—Witches & Warlocks University. While retaking Potions & Lotions 201 for the third time, on the eve of Halloween no less, she meets up with a High Warlock of McScreamy proportions who delivers an urgent quest.

 

A quest, which for this witcherly-challenged, WWU near-dropout, seems impossible to achieve. Just when she thinks the task has been accomplished, she learns she's been summoned—a High Warlock somewhere has chosen her for his future, High Witch mate. But if she can't pass Potions & Lotions, how in the netherworld can she pass High Witch training?

 

What's a lowly witchling to do, when the High Warlock of her McNightmares comes knocking with marriage on his mind?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sand Dune Books
• Release date: Oct 13, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393910480

Maddie James

Maddie James writes to silence the people in her head. They finally quiet down when their stories are told. Author of 50+ romantic novels, novellas, and short stories, Maddie writes romantic fiction in contemporary, paranormal, and romantic suspense worlds. She’s mighty partial to her cowboys. Maddie began her romance writing career as a traditionally published author in 1997 and has published with several traditional and small press publishers. Currently, she works as an independent author publishing through her own imprint. Besides writing romance fiction, Maddie writes non-fiction under another name. Winner of the Calico Trails Cameo Award (Roses & Rawhide) and the Romance Book Scene’s Best Novella Award (Red: A Cajun Seduction Tale), Maddie has been listed as a Top 100 Contemporary Romance author at Amazon, and a Rising Star of Western Romance at iBooks. Affaire de Coeur says, “James shows a special talent for traditional romance,” and RT Book Reviews claims, “James deftly combines romance and suspense, so hop on for an exhilarating ride.”

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WITCHLING

Jade McIntire is flunking out of WWU—Witches & Warlocks University. While retaking Potions & Lotions 201 for the third time, on the eve of Halloween no less, she meets up with a High Warlock of McScreamy proportions who delivers an urgent quest.

A quest, which for this witcherly-challenged, WWU near-dropout, seems impossible to achieve. Just when she thinks the task has been accomplished, she learns she’s been summoned—a High Warlock somewhere has chosen her for his future, High Witch mate. But if she can’t pass Potions & Lotions, how in the netherworld can she pass High Witch training?

What’s a lowly witchling to do, when the High Warlock of her McNightmares comes knocking with marriage on his mind?

WITCHLING

Summoned

Witcherly-Challenged

It’s not like I’m a fish out of water or anything, because I am a real witch. Well, witch in training, of course. Or, witchling, as we are called.

And even though I am sitting here in night school, retaking Potions & Lotions 201, it doesn’t mean I’m a loser. It just means that I’m, well, witcherly-challenged. Or so I’ve been told by teachers and classmates alike:

Jade, you are flat-out potion-challenged.

Jade, that spoon hasn’t moved one iota. Levitation is a challenge for you, is it not?

Jade, repeat that spell six more times please. By the bones, I swear you are spell-challenged.

And on it goes...

Jade McIntire twisted a cord of jet-black hair around a finger and tugged. She always did that particular thing—tug at her hair—to get her brain back on track when daydreaming. But could she help it? One look out the window at the almost-full moon hanging golden and round in the very dark sky, and one glance at the clock hands on the wall—which incidentally were about to point straight up midnight any second—and who could blame her?

I just talk to myself to figure out crap. And in her life, she’d had a lot of crap to figure out. What with her mother dying, and her grandmother disappearing, and her father never making an appearance—not even once—yes, a lot of crap to wade through.

Talking to herself was her gift, of sorts—if one could call it that. Potions and spells, not so much. She worked things out by talking aloud, and usually if she pondered things long enough the solution came to her. Those close to her were used to it. Mostly they just ignored her. Often she told strangers she was simply talking to the cat. Except sometimes, there