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“Why am I not surprised?” Sunny responded. She laughed and lifted her skirts, her glance inviting him to take the final step.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and together they jumped over the broom.
Sunny reached up and kissed him, and he wondered how he could ever have thought of leaving her at all. This was what he wanted, and why wouldn’t he?
It was pure magic.
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A CUCKOO IN THE COVEN
There’s a new witch in town, but who is this mysterious stranger and why has he come to Raven’s Landing?
Rowena Meldrum is the baker at The Witch’s Brew café, and this shy young witch can only imagine sharing her precious moments with a trusted lover, until Caleb Meriwether strolls into her life. This handsome stranger beguiles and seduces her, but does he have a dubious motive for doing so? Rowena’s instinctively wary because she once trusted a male witch who tricked her, and kept her prisoner. Nevertheless, her heart has been entranced, and even the disapproval of her own coven can’t stop her falling in love with a man she knows nothing about.
Caleb is a loner, a male witch with no history, and no coven. He doesn’t want or need a coven, but he’s on the hunt for knowledge. He agrees to infiltrate the Raven’s Landing community in exchange for vital information about his own origins, and sees Rowena as his way in. But the powerful London witch who holds the key to his past is playing a wicked game, and Caleb needs to find out what it is. Getting mixed up with an adorable innocent like Rowena is only going to hinder his progress, right? It’s imperative he cast her aside. What he didn’t account for was the power of love, the strength of the Raven’s Landing coven, and the revelations they might reveal.
Read on for the first chapter:
CUCKOO IN THE COVEN
CHAPTER ONE
??“WHY ON EARTH WOULD I want to be part of a coven?”
It was a ludicrous idea. Caleb Meriwether shook his head, dismissing Dimitri’s suggestion.
Dimitri Kustavos lifted his vodka glass and swirled the ice around. “Useful contacts. People who understand you.”
“I’ve managed without for my entire twenty-three years.”
“You’ve managed because you’ve got me.” Dimitri grinned. “But you’d gain so much more meeting new people.”
Caleb reached for his whisky tumbler, and took a swig from it. The music in the club bar was suddenly too loud, too annoying. Dimitri, who he’d known since they were kids, lounged on the sofa opposite, a woman draped on either side of him. The women were arm candy. Expressionless glamour girls who cooed over his magical abilities and his sexual prowess.
“Yes, I’ve got you,” Caleb replied, sarcastically, “so I don’t need a coven.”
“I get it,” Dimitri replied. “You’re self-reliant, but there’s something missing from your life. You just said as much.”
Caleb fixed Dimitri with a dismissive stare. “You weren’t listening. I told you I’d given up trying to find out about my start in this world. I don’t care to know any more.”
“The very fact you mentioned it means you want to know. You’ve tried everything, haven’t you? You’ve even used your magic to find out your heritage.”
Caleb shrugged. It was true, but he wasn’t going to beat himself up about it, especially not for Dimitri. “What are you getting at?”
There was always something behind Dimitri’s façade, some ulterior motive. They were old friends from boarding school days, and they met up occasionally for a drink, because they both had the gift.
“I just wanted to see how you were coping.” Dimitri didn’t deliver casual enquiry well. “It’s been a while.”
Caleb sensed Dimitri was lying. “I’m doing fine. To be honest I find life more challenging when I don’t use my magic, and that’s what I enjoy, a good challenge. Using the gift makes everything too easy.”
Dimitri gave a derisive laugh and stroked his hand along the curve of his female companion’s hip. “You’ve achieved a lot, sure, but wouldn’t it be the icing on the cake to find out about your background?”
Caleb didn’t respond. They’d already spoken about this matter. Dimitri knew everything about his own roots, his heritage. Caleb knew nothing.
It did irritate. Most of all he wanted to know why the truth had been hidden from him. He regretted discussing it with Dimitri though. Dimitri didn’t respect boundaries, nor did he take hints well. Caleb was ten years old when Dimitri arrived at his boarding school, having been expelled from his previous one for being a troublemaker. They were both on the verge of discovering their gift, and it bonded them.
