Wanton Witches: A Box Set

By Wendi Zwaduk, Nan Comargue and D.R. Slaten

FROM EXCITING ROMANCE AUTHORS WENDI ZWADUK, D.R. SLATEN AND NAN COMARGUE

Wanton Witches – the complete box set

Candelit Magic by Wendi Zwaduk Even love witches get the blues.

Farseen by D.R. Slaten Three lonely souls find each other and the cure to a disease ravaging the witching community on All Hallows Eve.

Sudden Storm by Nan Comargue Camilla Ferrar is a witch with the power to control the weather, but she's completely unprepared for the storm her new boss, Damien Barthe, unleashes in her life...and on her senses.

Enter an enchanting world filled with wicked witches, charming warlocks and most importantly the magic of love. Discover what happens when our mystical heroes and heroines journey on a quest for love, and demand to have their carnal desires met. Sparks, as well as broomsticks, will fly!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
• Release date: Oct 27, 2020
• ISBN: 9781839434594

Wendi Zwaduk

Wendi Zwaduk is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to BDSM and LGBTQ themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com and the former AllRomance Ebooks. She also writes under the name of Megan Slayer. When she’s not writing, she spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice.

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Authors

Totally Bound Publishing books by Wendi Zwaduk

Single Books

Learning How to Bend

Must Be Doing Something Right

My Immortal

You’ll Think of Me

Tangled Up

Careless Whisper

Please Remember Me

What Might Have Been

Ever Fallen In Love

Someone Like You

Love Remembers

When You’re With Me

Sunshine of Your Love

Firelit Magic

Her Man

My Favorite Mistake

Silk and Decadence

Bound by Desire

Love Lessons

Drawn Together

Written Together

Together Again

Dancing Together

The Refuge

Running with the Wicked

Resisting the Wicked

Clandestine Classics

The Phantom of the Opera

Anthologies

Treble: Savin’ Me

Switch: Still the One

Bound to the Billionaire: Play to Him

Whip It Up: Honey and Decadence

Lasso Lovin’: Tying One On

Wild After Dark: Taken In

Boots, Chaps and Cowboy Hats: Between Us

Three’s a Charm: A Sinful Tune

Sensory Limits: Just You and Me

Seasonal Collections

Heart Attack: Over My Head

Haunted By You: Miss Me Baby

Wanton Witches: Candlelit Magic

Jolly Rogered: Ruined by the Pirate

Totally Bound Publishing books by D.R. Slaten

Single Books

Night Blind

Seasonal Collections

Wanton Witches: Farseen

Totally Bound Publishing books by Nan Comargue

Single Books

Captive Angel

The Gamble

Snow Fire

Rock Star

Darker Nights

Brother’s Keeper

Hot for the Professor

The Girlfriend Experience

Anthologies

At Your Service: A Lady for Two

Boots, Chaps and Cowboy Hats: Three to Feud

Seasonal Collections

Wanton Witches: Sudden Storm

WANTON WITCHES

Candlelit Magic

Farseen

Sudden Storm

WENDI ZWADUK,

D.R. SLATEN &

NAN COMARGUE

Wanton Witches

ISBN # 978-1-83943-459-4

©Copyright Wendi Zwaduk, D.R. Slaten, Nan Comargue 2013

Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright October 2013

Interior text design by Claire Siemaszkiewicz

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CANDLELIT MAGIC

Even love witches get the blues.

Havan’s magical potions bring couples together and give them the happily ever after of their dreams. Too bad her spells don’t work for her. In Erie View, the townspeople see nothing more than a witch. All she wants is to find that special man to embrace her quirks and love her. Will she be able to accept the blessings of the Goddesses or lose faith in herself?

Neil doesn’t believe in magic. It’s trickery for television and movies. No one creates a spell for people to fall in love. Hell, he doesn’t even believe in love. After a string of crappy dates and dead-end romances, he’s through with relationships. But a chance meeting at the grocery store changes his mind. Havan’s nothing like he expects—but is the blue-haired witch enough to make him give romance another shot?

Dedication

For SB for giving me the push.

For CD for the help.

For JPZ—Time to make some candlelit magic with you.

Chapter One

Love all over the fucking place and none for me, Neil Blake muttered. He followed his sister into the supermarket and groaned. Of all the things to be doing on a Wednesday morning, he had to chauffeur his sister around to do last-minute wedding arrangements. Damn. A dull ache started behind his eyes and his stomach churned. He wasn’t a fan of weddings to begin with, but the way his sister went on, he swore she was the first person in the world to get hitched.

Clay and I posed for all those pictures last night. He was so hot in that black suit. Melissa, his sister, smacked Neil’s arm. You’re not listening.

I’m tuning you out. I could care less about engagement pictures. He shoved his hands into his pockets. I’d like to get this whole thing over with.

Brat. Melissa whipped around to face him, stopping him in his tracks. You know, if you went to Madame Scarlett’s, you might find your soulmate, too. She works! Ask for her love potion. I guarantee you’ll find not only a hot chick, but your perfect mate. She smirked. Tall order for you, but she can do it. That witch knows what she’s doing. She’s a professional.

I love you, I do, but I’m sick of hearing about wedding anything. He nodded to the bakery counter. Give them the flowery thing so we can get the hell out of here.

It’s a cake topper, Neil. Melissa rolled her blue eyes, then flounced away from him.

Jesus. His brain pounded. Just once he wanted his sister to butt out of his love life. He’d been down the engagement route once and dated plenty of times. Love didn’t mean shit to him. ‘Find the right girl,’ Melissa had once told him. ‘Don’t settle,’ she’d said. He didn’t think he had and yet he was the one alone.

A flash of blue caught his attention. He zeroed his gaze in on the bright colour across the aisle. The woman reached to the top shelf of the rack for a loaf of bread. Other shoppers strolled past her and one guy, a friend of his from Corrigan’s Construction, snorted, then shook his head and walked away.

What an ass, Neil thought. The guy could’ve helped her.

Melissa bobbed her head, in deep conversation with the ladies behind the counter. She’d never notice that he was gone.

Neil crept across the aisle and picked up the loaf of bread. Here you go. Blue hair framed her face and drew his gaze down her body to the voluptuous curves. Breasts made for a man’s hands to cup and hips perfect for clinging to during sex. Blood rushed through his body and his cock thickened behind his zipper. He hadn’t even touched her, but damn, she elicited a reaction from him.

Thanks, she murmured. Her coral lips parted and she tipped her head down. She accepted the loaf of bread, slipping it into her basket, then ducked around him.

Neil watched her scurry away from him. Her butt wiggled just a little with each step. The jeans she wore hugged her curves, giving him a tantalising glimpse of her figure. His mouth watered. Crazy that he should feel such a pull to her.

I thought you were looking at that girl. Melissa’s voice broke through his thoughts and her hand clamped down on his upper arm. She’s not your type, but hey, maybe you need someone off the beaten path.

Shut up, he snapped, sounding angrier than he felt. Sorry.

If you want to go to the wedding alone, that’s cool. Melissa hugged his arm. Madame Scarlett will help, but I get it. Andrea cut you deep. It’ll take time to get over her and you think more time is what you need. She steered him forward. But you’re going to have to try one of these days. Being alone is not a good look for you and it makes you grumpy as shit.

Trust his sister to be blunt and to dredge up brittle feelings. Andrea had claimed she’d love him forever. Said she wanted to be his wife. His heart ripped in half. Three weeks after she’d accepted his ring, she’d thrown the trinket at him and sworn she’d never loved him. She’d been seeing another guy from Corrigan—Davis Smith. That night Neil had shoved his pride into a drawer, along with his heart, and vowed not to fall in love again. He’d fall into bed—but not love. Not a chance.

The girl with the blue hair darted twenty paces or so in front of him and stopped at the self-scanners. He couldn’t help but look at what she’d collected—blueberry muffins, salad mix, diet soda and chocolate, along with the multi-grain bread. Healthy food with a little cheating. No crime in a little indulgence. His kind of girl. Well, sort of. The blue hair bothered him. Because he liked it? The colour turned him off?

He wasn’t sure.

Neil, she’s cute in an unorthodox way. Melissa tugged him to the sliding doors leading to the parking lot. You should ask her out.

I don’t even know her name. He yanked his truck keys from his pocket. What if she’s not interested in me? I’m not exactly a catch.

Oh, my God, Melissa shouted. She charged to his side of the truck and shoved him into the fender. Three inches shorter and at least seventy-five pounds lighter than him, she still packed a punch. Andrea was a bitch. She used you to get what she wanted. You were a nice guy and not the bad boy you look like. The day she walked off into the fucking sunset with Davis was your Independence Day. Stop living in the past and find a girl who deserves you.

The blue-haired girl strolled out of the store, only to stop and look in Neil’s direction. Her eyes widened, although he couldn’t see the colour, then she held her bag tighter. She darted to the closest vehicle.

Neil rubbed his eyes. Had to be the impact from his sister thumping him. The girl had climbed into a hearse? Who drove those kind of vehicles, save for morticians? She didn’t strike him as a mortician. The hearse spun out of the parking lot and disappeared around the corner towards the centre of town.

We’re going to Madame Scarlett’s, Melissa said and ripped the keys from his hand. Like it or lump it.

I’m going to regret this, aren’t I? Neil sighed. Chalk another win up to his sister’s unshakeable will.

Well, fuck.

Havan sped down the main drag of Erie View, Ohio, past the dilapidated storefronts long abandoned and boarded over. The refurbished hotel in the centre of town served as the one bright light in the otherwise drab setting. The three-story building, decked out in lavish arches and stark white paint, glimmered in the midday sun. One day she’d stay at the hotel and be one of the classy people in town—not the freak. She rolled her window down, inviting in the biting October breeze.

The winter suited her better. She liked the cold and the dark. Better to not be seen and easier to make magic. She longed for a place to practise her magic in the open, but not in Erie View. The people acted like a plague affected her—they ran away in fear unless they wanted one of her potions. Then she and her best friend, Cian, became very important.

Havan parked the gigantic vehicle, a gift from her uncle, the town’s former mortician, in front of her store. Few of the patrons of Madame Scarlett’s Potions and Spells figured out she was the mysterious Madame. Or they didn’t care. She rolled the window back up, then hit the locks and closed the driver’s side door. Her thoughts wandered back to the guy from the Save More. Being five foot three and sporting blue hair meant that many of the eligible bachelors in town dismissed her. Her last go at dating had ended in disaster. Wouldn’t that be the gossip nugget of the century—the local witch, who could create potions to bring couples together, couldn’t find a date herself.

Who needs love anyway? She unlocked the front door to Madame Scarlett’s and flipped the sign around.

Her co-worker, Cian, turned the corner, static mop in hand. Heya. Cian flipped a lock of crimson hair over her shoulder. You look like you saw your future and it’s holding the death card. What’s up?

Nothing. Havan ditched her purse behind the main counter, then headed to the back room to work on more spells and the new line of romance candles.

Wanna go with that answer, or come up with a better one? Cian followed hot on Havan’s heels. What’s he look like and who is he already paired up with?

Havan ignored her friend’s questions and turned the first two metal candle moulds upside down. The scent of rose and sandalwood floated around the workshop area. Her spells and potions worked and worked well—for everyone else. She tipped the second two moulds over, then removed the wax from the first two. The candles, filled with pink beeswax and the ingredients for her love potion, filled the room with fragrance.

Cian cleared her throat, then stopped Havan from tipping the third set upside down. Spill it. You’ve been in a funk ever since last Halloween. I know it’s not the time of year. We do the best business right now. I can’t keep the revenge candles on the shelves.

They don’t cause revenge, Havan muttered. Black wax with glitter in the shape of a skull. The only magic was the flame making the eye sockets glow. If I actually cast a revenge spell, then it comes back on my ass threefold, you know that. I’ve got enough problems. I don’t need crap because of a stupid spell.

Touchy. Cian held up both hands. So what’s he look like? Her brown eyes sparkled and she whipped around, then sat on the work bench surface. He’s a hunk and in your opinion, totally out of your league, right?

I hate you. Not really, but damn it, Cian knew her too well. Havan tipped the third set of candles over and groaned when one candle snapped in half. Yes, she relented. He was hot. Like, blue eyes pale enough to get lost in and thick dark hair with just enough curl to be sexy. And those arms. She shivered. Strong, and he had manners.

So… Cian folded her arms. You’ve talked to him? Swept him off his feet with a love potion? Or wussed out and run the other way?

What do you think? Havan slipped the wick down enough to separate the busted parts of the candle, then snipped. I steered clear of him through the Save More and about cried when I saw him with a girl in the parking lot. All the good-looking ones aren’t my type or they’re already married.

I see. Cian crinkled her nose. The bell on the front door binged, signalling a customer. I’ll be right back.

Cian wandered to the front of the store, leaving Havan alone with her thoughts. She peeked around the door to see the customers. The guy and the girl from the parking lot. Her heart sank. Probably there for a love potion.

Happily ever after for everyone else—except her.

The guy glanced towards the door where Havan hid. He tipped his head to the side, apparently not listening to whatever Cian and the girl said. The corner of his mouth turned upward in a half smile.

Cian rested her hands on her hips and she raised her voice enough that Havan heard what she said. I asked you what kind of potion candle you want.

He didn’t look at Cian, but fixed his attention on where Havan waited. I want a special one. One that no one else wants. One that’s a little rough around the edges, but looks cool.

A shiver raced up her spine and her hands trembled. The guy was direct and really freaking cute. Taller than her by at least a foot, dark scruff on his cheeks and glittering ice blue eyes. His brown hair curled at the nape of his neck and the stretch of the cotton shirt across his chest hinted to his time spent slaving in the gym. What would it feel like to touch him? To hear him whisper her name in the dark? She cut her gaze from where he stood and focused on her job. No point in drooling over what she couldn’t have.

I have just the thing. Cian strode towards Havan’s hiding place.

Oh shit. Havan froze. Where the hell would she run to now? The girl and the guy followed Cian to the back of the store. The girl grinned from ear to ear.

How about this one? Cian shoved the door open and pointed. To Havan or the candle? She wasn’t sure.

Hey! That’s your girl, the woman squealed. She clapped her hands together. My brother needs a date for my wedding and you would be the perfect date. Want to go?

Lissa, shut up. His lips didn’t move but his voice rumbled through the small workshop. I’d like that candle you’re holding. That’s what I’ve been looking for.

Ah. Havan should’ve known—he wanted the broken candle, not her. She placed a sticker on the bottom of the better-looking half of the busted pillar candle and murmured a quick incantation. Love