Wicked Obsession: Magic and Mayhem Universe: Wicked Series, #8

By Teresa Gabelman

With the past behind her, Ember is ready to live a normal life once again. Searching for the one person who can help her, she finds herself in the town of Assjacket. Because of a spell, Ember has been living in a world where she has faced nothing but cruelty. Her obsession to break the spell placed upon her leads her to a man who sees past it all to the woman she really is.

 

Zach looked past the scars both visible and hidden the first time he noticed Ember. Instead, he sees a kind soul who is being treated horribly. Her quick wit and intelligence, as well as humor, attracts him to her instantly. He vows to help her fight the ghosts from her past. One thing about Zach, he has never lost a fight.

 

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

• Language: English
• Publisher: Teresa Gabelman
• Release date: Jun 20, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201043766

Book preview

CHAPTER 1

Wicked had finished up her last tattoo appointment, cleaned up and was ready to head out when Bruce came rushing in. Where you been all day? Wicked asked before she could stop herself because honestly, did she really want to know?

Collecting from Fat Bastard. Bruce answered quickly. Told him I had Rook on standby to shit on him if he didn’t pay up.

Rolling her eyes Wicked sighed. You are going to get Rook in trouble with Angel.

Wicked’s life had changed so much since having her babies, but now she could add a sister and father to the mix. She loved it. Once a loner, she now had a growing family, and she couldn’t be happier.

Rook gets himself in trouble. He can’t keep his beak shut and is always telling on himself. Bruce huffed rolling his eyes before they widened. Shit I almost forgot what I came here for. There’s an owl outside that needs to talk to you.

Excuse me? Wicked turned to look at Bruce, then toward the door. Did you just say there is an owl outside wanting to talk to me?

I did. Bruce nodded, then bent his head to sniff at his balls.

Bruce! Wicked snapped her fingers. Focus.

I am…on my balls. Bruce snorted before looking up at her.

What in the hell does an owl want to talk to me for? Is it a Shifter owl or a Familiar owl? Wicked flipped her hands in the air.

How the hell would I know? Bruce shouted throwing a paw in the air.

Because you are the nosiest cat I’ve ever met. Wicked shouted back. So, you are telling me that you didn’t ask this owl anything? Not one thing?

Bruce looked down toward his balls then back up at Wicked. I’ve got itchy balls, man. Bruce said looking worried. I think I need to see the Shifter Wanker.

What in the hell are you talking about? Wicked shouted louder. There were days that Bruce drove her to the brink of madness and today was one of them. Wicked was still on edge after being found by Micah Desoto, the high priest of the Unbroken Circle Coven. So, anyone or anything showing up looking for her had her fight or flight instincts ramping up.

My itchy balls! Bruce yelled even louder. Do you not listen to me?

What are you two yelling about? Thorne frowned as he walked inside, his eyes going back and forth between the two. And why in the hell is there an owl talking to itself as it paces back and forth on the sign outside?

Wicked glared at Bruce, then rolled her eyes as she stomped toward the front door without answering Thorne. She refused to acknowledge Bruce’s itchy balls. Not responding to anyone, she passed Thorne and walked outside. Looking up, sure enough there was an owl pacing back and forth on the sign Thorne had made for her shop.

The owl stopped pacing, its head tilting slightly as it looked at her. Please tell me you’re Wicked.

Wicked cocked her eyebrow, then looked at Thorne. Can owls be Shifters?

Never known them to be. He replied glancing from the owl to her.

The owl gasped as if offended. I am no Shifter.

Then that means you are a Familiar. Wicked’s eyes narrowed as she stared up at the owl. He looked down on her with a superior tilt of its head.

Wow, did you come up with that all by yourself? The owl said, then gave a hoot.

Wicked crossed her arms as she glared up. You dare insult a Witch?

You dare think of me as a Shifter? He glared right back.

I dare think of him as a midday snack. Bruce said then licked his lips.

You come near me you mangy overgrown rat and I will flay you alive with my talons. The owl shifted toward Bruce.

Rat? Bruce bellowed, his fur sticking straight up in outrage. I’ll show you rat you wide-eyed, feather brained—

Stop! Wicked shouted stepping in front of a seething Bruce. "What do you want?

I want nothing from you, Witch. The owl said in a haunting manner. But unfortunately, my Witch does.

Wicked frowned. And who is your Witch?

The owl straightened, fluffing his feathers proudly. I am Winston—

Could’ve called that one. Bruce snorted with a roll of his eyes. Snooty name for a snooty ass owl.

Familiar to Ember of the Sacred Flame Coven. Winston ignored Bruce, his eyes on Wicked.

Wicked gasped in shock and anger. You lie!

I do not lie. Winston stated without hesitation.

But, I saw…

What everyone saw. Winston finished for her when it didn’t seem that Wicked had the words and she didn’t have the words. But because of her sisters she is alive.

The sisters had been involved with the Unbroken Circle Coven at the time she had been there. Ember had been the youngest sister and her friend. Wicked was at a loss for words. She couldn’t believe that she was alive. Micah had taken so much from her, from many of the Witches, but Ember had been a very close friend.

But I saw her die. Wicked frowned shaking her head needing to be careful. There were still bad seeds out there who supported what Micah had been doing. I watched her burn with her sisters.

Did you? Winston said, his large black eyes missing nothing. Or did you see what you thought was Ember? Do you remember that day when a woman came to you to try to comfort you? Tried to talk to you, but you sent her away.

Wicked tried to think back to that time, but honestly, she had gotten so good at pushing all those memories somewhere deep it was hard to drag them back out to relive them. Suddenly the vision of a woman with scars across her cheeks, her dull red hair stringy and greasy hanging in her face. She looked like a hag with crooked teeth. The memory flashed in her mind like it was yesterday. She gasped, her eyes shooting toward Winston.

Don’t be too hard on yourself. Winston said as if he could read her mind. You were one of the nicer ones to her.

Oh, my Goddess. Wicked’s hand went to her mouth. I didn’t know.

Just the way her sisters planned it. Winston replied with a nod. And with their death, the spell cannot be broken. But now with Micah Desoto gone, Ember is desperate to once again be Ember of the Sacred Flame Coven. She has been looking for you for a long time.

Ember is in Assjacket? Wicked asked still in disbelief. Was this some kind of trick?

She is. Winston said, then seemed to pick up on her hesitation. She had a feeling you may not believe me and as much as it pains me to repeat, she told me to tell you… ‘Once you go Witch—

You’ll never switch. Wicked finished for him, choking with tears. That was something they always said to each other whenever they spotted a cute guy. It was really her. Ember was here…alive? Take me to her!