Charmingly Wicked: Magic and Mayhem Universe: Wicked Series, #7

By Teresa Gabelman

After spending years searching for her sister and taking care of her sick father, Angel takes a step out of her comfort zone to do something for herself. She buys a house, but not just any house. Not only does it come with a leaky roof, wood siding that needs replaced, but a past that includes a sexy wolf shifter who has the power to steal her heart.

 

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

• Language: English
• Publisher: Teresa Gabelman
• Release date: Jun 21, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201706111

Book preview

Chapter 1

Angel stared at the key in her hand, her heart thumped with excitement as her mind swirled with disbelief. Slowly her fingers curled closed, holding the key tightly in her hand as if she was afraid it would disappear.

Slowly her eyes rose to the door the key would open, they roamed over the house, her house, their house. A real home for her and her father as well as Rook. Tears teased the back of her eyes, but she refused to let them flow. She had shed enough tears in her lifetime, but not today. Not even happy ones would flow today.

A match would quickly take care of that mess. Rook said as he flapped down on an old fence post.

Angel gasped glaring at her familiar. And you might find yourself in a cold metal birdhouse outside.

Rook cawed with a flap of his wings. You wouldn’t.

Oh, I so would. Angel glared then glanced back at the house as a smile replaced her frown. It’s perfect and just needs a little tender loving care.

And a bulldozer. Bruce said under his breath, but Angel heard him choosing to ignore his barb toward her new home.

I told you I had much better properties. Thorne who remained silent until now spoke up.

Angel shook her head still staring at the house, her excited mind flowing with ideas of what needed to be done.

Ah, what’s the big deal anyway. Bruce snorted. She can just snap her fingers, wiggle her nose or whatever she does to fix this place up exactly how she wants it.

Angel frowned with a shake of her head. Nope. I want to do this without magic. I want to get my hands dirty.

Hope you’ve had your tetanus shot. Bruce snorted, then rolled his eyes. What is it with you witches not wanting to use your magic? I don’t get it.

Sometimes doing things without magic is very satisfying. Angel replied, then gave Rook a warning glare. Only her dad and Rook knew that her magic was, well, somewhat wonky. Sometimes the outcome of her spells were perfect, other times not so much. More times not so much. Deciding to change the subject real quick she turned her attention to Thorne. Do you know anyone in need of a job that is a sufficient handyman?

Sufficient? Bruce coughed. They better be a master handyman for that mess.

Ah, I think you better shut up, Bruce. Rook warned watching Angel closely. You can only push Angel so far.

I do know a few good men. I’ll give them a call. Thorne said before Angel tore into Bruce. Wicked just texted and said dinner would be ready soon. You ready to go?

No, you go ahead. Angel glanced back at the house. I think I’ll stay here for a while and get some ideas.

When Thorne didn’t reply she glanced his way to see his expression. I don’t think that would be a good idea. It’s getting dark.

Angel narrowed her eyes in confusion. I’m going to be living here, Thorne. I’m sure I’ll be fine. I have a light on my phone. I’ll transport back to the house as soon as I’m done.

I’ll wait. Thorne crossed his arms not breaking eye contact with her.

Angel had never won a stare down in her life so her thinking she could win one with this man was hilarious, yet she tried and failed miserably by looking away first.

I’ll come back. Angel gave in realizing that she would make dinner late for everyone. Angel didn’t like to cause problems. She would rather give in than fight. More times than not she felt that was one of her biggest downfalls since people seemed to like to take advantage of her niceness. I am getting hungry.

When she headed toward the car she noticed Thorne hadn’t moved. She stopped to stare at him. What?

If you want to go through the house again do it, Angel. Thorne nodded toward the house. I have no problem waiting for you.

It’s fine, really. I’m just excited. Angel gave him a smile. I would just want to start tearing into stuff and I’m sure Wicked worked hard on dinner.

Bruce snorted, but remained silent when Thorne snarled his way before turning his attention back to Angel. I’ll make calls after dinner and get someone out here tomorrow to get started. Fair enough?

Angel nodded with a huge grin. Fair enough. She agreed. Thorne uncrossed his arms opening the car door for her. Once she was settled, he opened the back door for Rook and Bruce. In all honesty Angel had never met such a gentleman before especially one that looked like Thorne. Tall, dark and dangerously handsome usually in her world meant arrogant assholes. Yeah, her dating game was nothing to be desired. She was happy for her sister for finding such a man who clearly loved Wicked beyond anything Angel had ever seen. Just in this short period of time she witnessed the love they had for each other.

Once the car began to move she blocked out Rook and Bruce arguing about something in the backseat. Turning she watched the scenery pass, her stomach clinched as thoughts of how she was going to pay for all the remodeling that was going to need to be done on the house slammed into her mind. She had a little left over, but it wouldn’t be enough. Years and years of saving gave her a nice little savings. Her father’s money had all gone to his treatments and medical bills, at least what insurance wouldn’t cover.

As a witch many would think she could just snap her fingers and have a fat bank account, but that was far from true. It was against their laws. Though many witches got away with that, Angel never thought to do it for the fear of being caught. It was a mandatory prison term, and she couldn’t chance leaving her father alone. A job was in her future, she just hoped there were plenty of jobs in Assjacket.

Chapter 2

You’ve been quite since dinner. Wicked mentioned in passing as she put away the plates Angel had just dried.

Sorry. Angel grinned with a roll of her eyes. "I can’t stop thinking about what I want to do to the