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Some Like It Wicked
Stacey Kennedy
Bryanna is far from the perfect witch. Shunned by her coven and her boyfriend for her unruly magic, she seeks a new life for herself in a new town—Charmstone.
When Bryanna arrives in Charmstone, Zeke, a demon gone good, is burning with fire over her. Not only has she set his world ablaze, but he’s found one soul he can save. He’s determined to free her from the insecurities that have damaged her soul.
Together they experience lava-hot passion as they weave their way through a tornado of emotions. But when Bryanna’s ex returns for her, Zeke will need to take a stand and hope that their lust leads to a forever love.
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Excerpt
Some Like It Wicked
Copyright © STACEY KENNEDY, 2013
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
A thump, followed by a ga-jug, echoed within the
Volkswagen Rabbit, then the car rolled to a halt on the side of the gravel
road.
“Oh Blessed Be, this cannot be happening.” Bryanna
turned the ignition key and it clicked. She tried again, but she didn’t hear a
spark of the engine igniting or a purr from the muffler, she only heard
silence.
Dropping her head against her hands resting on the
steering wheel, she shrieked in frustration and her throat tightened. But when
tears filled her eyes, she straightened up. “No, you will not cry.” Cursing the
now-dead piece of junk, she opened the car door, grabbed her handbag from the
passenger seat and kicked the car’s silver door shut behind her.
Before the dash-unit GPS crapped out on her, it had
indicated she had arrived in the West Feliciana Parish of Louisiana. Now she
stood atop a narrow ridge overlooking a river below with blue sky and white
clouds above.
The beautiful sight didn’t match her wretched mood.
She should enjoy the rich, earthy scents around her, feel rejuvenated to have
left the busy city of Shreveport behind and bask in the gloriousness of the
nature around her. That was, if she was a good Earth Witch, which sadly, she
wasn’t. In fact, her magical abilities were embarrassing at best. But those
kinds of chastising thoughts weren’t important anymore. Nothing mattered. Least
of all what she could or couldn’t do with her magic.
She strode forward and her long black satin skirt
dragged along the ground, making her grumble. The gravel road was slightly damp
and the big clouds meant a storm had recently blown through, which only added
to the strong scents around her. Rich moss thrived on the forest floors to her
right. Birds chirped in welcome, but she didn’t know to where.
Not as if that mattered either. The only thing that
did concern her was never turning back and always moving forward. Her life
needed to change, which included getting her ex-boyfriend, Layton Brimley,
completely out of it.
A man built of romantic dreams—beautiful on the
outside, blue-eyed, blond-haired and sexy as sin. But the pretty packaging was
deceptive; his soul was tainted with darkness. He was the reason she’d been on
the road for four hours now and why she’d never go back to the Shreveport
coven.
Above her, a bird squawked and Bryanna raised her
hand to protect her eyes, watching the hawk soaring on a thermal. She sighed.
If only she was that hawk and Layton was a little mouse she could rip to
pieces. It’d be the sweetest revenge.
She focused back on the road and increased her
speed. On her third step, her boot caught a stone, causing her to stumble
forward. With a yelp, she nosedived toward a puddle and scraped her hands against
the rough stones. The dirty water soaked her clothing, plastering her skirt to
her skin.
“Oh for the love of magic.” She pushed herself up,
wiped her injured hands on her wet skirt and took a cautious step forward, but
wobbled. When she glanced down, she noticed the heel of her boot had broken
off.
Drat!
Things that had been bad so far were only getting
worse with each passing hour. She’d need four sets of hands to count all the
mishaps she’d encountered along the way. Limping forward, she continued on,
determined to get to…well, she hadn’t figured that out yet.
As the hawk above her squawked again, she also heard
a car approaching from behind and drawing closer with each limp she took.
Refusing to look back at the car in fear of embarrassing herself further, she
stared at the gravel road when a thump caught her attention. The car’s tire had
clearly hit another hole in the road, since when she turned, a splash came
barreling toward her.
If she were a normal Earth Witch, she could conjure
magic to stop the dirty water from hitting her. Sadly, she was anything but
normal. Instead, she braced herself, shut her eyes and waited for the deluge.
Only a second later, the frigid water hit her dead
center, as expected.
When she opened her eyes, she discovered her violet-streaked
long black hair dripping around her. Looking down at her black corset, she
found it completely soaked and dirt particles marred her flesh. “That’s it!”
she shrieked to the sky above. “I’ve had enough!”
“You can either get in or stay wet. Your choice.”
At the low, velvety voice, Bryanna jerked her head
toward the car, looking at back door of the black Dodge Challenger, which was
open. Get in the car with a stranger? Or stay in these soaked clothes, with a
broken heel on my boot?
The right decision was glaringly obvious.
With her continuing limp, Bryanna approached the
car, then settled into the backseat. “Thank you for stopping.” As she leaned
against the back of the seat, she noticed she was dripping dirty water along
the expensive black leather.
“Perhaps this was a bad idea. I’m ruining your
seat.”
“It’s only a car,” the driver stated.
Glancing up from her soaked clothes, Bryanna
examined her savior. He stared out the front windshield, but then looked at her
in the rearview mirror, and she sucked in a harsh breath. It wasn’t his
appearance that worried her. His short dark-brown hair, the broad set of his
shoulders and even his nicely defined arms filling his pale-blue T-shirt looked
incredibly nice. But it was what lay in the depths of his coal-black eyes that
terrified her.
A demon.
“The name is Zeke.” He flashed a grin that, if she
hadn’t been frightened, might have been sexy. At her silence, he chuckled, put
the car in gear and then drove down the road. “Surprised to see a demon?”
She gulped, stunned speechless.
Demons were underworld creatures, stealers of souls
and spawns of Satan. What kind of trouble had she landed herself in?
“Stop the car!” she shouted, blindly grasping for
the door handle that seemed to have disappeared. She might have looked down to
assist in her much needed escape, but that meant she would have to take her
eyes off the demon, which she wouldn’t dare do. “Let me out. Don’t eat my
soul.”
Zeke barked a shout of laughter. “I might be a demon
by right, but I have chosen a different life for myself. I won’t eat you.” His
chuckling faded. “And I’ll even send a tow to get your car later. What’s your
name?”
His reply knocked her off her axis and made her
pause. Was what he suggested even possible? Could a demon deny his heritage?
“Bryanna.” She managed to look away from him and noticed they approached a
town. “Where are you taking me?”
“Charmstone.”
Once he passed through the metal gates at the
entrance, Bryanna spotted an old wooden sign that hung on a wrought iron stand.
Charmstone was carved into the wood with Established in 1839 written below.
As the car traveled down the curvy paved road, shops
of all kinds appeared. First, Duncan’s Dungeons, then Scaredy Cat Café and even
Little Shop of Potions. The town had a historical feel, with aged stores that
only built more character. It didn’t look decrepit, but had an incredible
charm. One of those places so memorable that if she left, she’d definitely
return.
After Zeke rounded a corner, he brought the car to a
stop. Dragging her gaze from the eclectic shops and the few shifters who walked
along the street, she exited the car and stared down the street to her right.
She then looked to her left, totally mesmerized.
The shops were all huddled together with no sense of
organization. They were nothing like she’d seen in Shreveport. It even smelled
different here, almost like gingersnap cookies. Every shop appeared to be a
little house and each had a different style that somehow made each one special.
“What a charming little town.” She glanced over her
shoulder at Zeke and her mouth instantly went dry.
At some point, he had joined her and he was dark,
dangerous, but gorgeous. He towered over her, staring down at her in a way that
should have sent her running. Instead, she found herself captivated. Her breath
caught in her throat as he gave a smile that was as devilish as his evil roots.
He regarded her a moment, giving her a once-over
before curiosity filled his dark eyes. “If you’re a witch, why haven’t you,” he
waved his hand over her, “changed your clothing?”
At the reminder of her magical flaws, her cheeks
warmed. The spell he suggested was, in fact, the simplest of magic. She
considered lying to save herself from the embarrassment, but why bother? A
demon had no right to judge her. “Because I’m a terrible witch.”
One sleek eyebrow lifted. “How so?”
A breeze filled the air, causing leaves to flutter
down from the tree above, making her slightly chilled in her wet clothes. “My
powers are on the fritz. I can command the earth element, but when I do,
something horrible happens.”
His eyes twinkled. “Show me.”
“That’s not a good idea.” She scanned the area and
while only a couple of warlocks stood by the café and a few werewolves across
the street, this seemed dangerous. Turning back to Zeke, she admitted, “It’s
best I don’t use my magic.”
He closed the distance between them, studying her
from head to toe. “But you are a witch.”
To call her a witch was akin to calling a black cat
white. “Yeah, that’s the problem. I’m only a half-witch.”
He snorted, folding his arms over a thick chest.
“There’s no such thing as a half-witch.”
“Wanna bet?” she countered.
The side of his mouth curved. “Go on.” He leaned
against the wrought iron lamppost and waved her on, which flexed the muscles in
his biceps. “I’m not worried. Show me.”
She cleared her throat, a little stuck on the sight
of his flexing muscles, before she gave herself hell for looking at a demon
that way. Focusing off him, as well as realizing he wouldn’t relent until he
saw her flaws for himself, she focused inward. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
He winked. “Little witch, you couldn’t hurt me if
you tried.” Pointing toward himself, he tilted his head. “Demon, remember?”
There was that.
Besides, even if she had perfect magic, she still
couldn’t injure him; exactly why witches feared demons. Although this demon
wasn’t typical, was he? With that thought on her mind, and not wanting to
prolong the moment, she shut her eyes. Years had passed since she called to her
element and she wasn’t confident earth would respond.
Perhaps some of her agreement had been because it
almost felt like the final act of defiance. Her magic had been wonky since
birth and her ex, Layton, had been right—her spells only caused trouble. Now
she was free of him and could conjure magic whenever she wanted. That was, when
alone and not for anyone to witness her mishaps.
Warmth began to fill her veins, instantly reminding
her of how intimately her magic touched her, bringing forth a world of guilt.
Abandoning her element had been the hardest thing she’d ever done. But what
else was she to do?
As a heat wave rushed over her body and settled into
her chest, happiness spread through her equally as powerful. The earth element
appeared as elated as she was to reconnect. When the breeze picked up and
turned into a stronger wind, fluttering her hair, she concentrated on her
clothes. She pictured each article of clothing in her mind and switched that
piece of clothing with something new.
With a skirt and corset strong in her mind, the
blast of heat in her veins burned wicked hot until it vanished and the wind
returned to a gentle breeze.
Only a second passed before Zeke burst out laughing.
She snapped open her eyes, caught sight of him
staring at the ground and then she followed his gaze. The moment she spotted
the tiny round glass jar, she groaned. “See.”
“I do see.” He picked up the container, pulled out
the cork and lowered his nose to the glass. “It smells like vanilla with a hint
of almonds.” After he closed the jar again, he smiled at her. “Is it skin
cream?”
“Sure is.” She lifted her chin, forcing herself to
remember he was a demon and had no business judging her. “As I told you, my
magic never comes out right and always gives me these thingamajigs.”
“Thingamajigs?”
She gave a firm nod. “Yup, all kinds of weird
whatnots.”
“Well, Bryanna.” He offered her the container with
gentleness in his gaze that made no sense coming from a demon. “Must be
incredible skin cream since your skin is beautiful.”
With burning cheeks, she accepted the jar, unsure if
she should thank him or ignore him. She chose the latter, considering he was a
demon, after all. Sure, a sexy demon with a wickedly charming smile, but
nonetheless, a demon.
She deposited the cream in the garbage bin beside
the lamppost and when the glass container clanged against the bottom of the
metal garbage bin, she finally looked at Zeke. He stared at her intently and
she became trapped in those same confusing eyes; so dangerous, yet tender.
When he chuckled, her attention drifted down to his
curved lips, making her wonder what it’d be like to kiss a demon. Would he be
gentle? Or would he be a devil between the sheets?
The second she realized it hadn’t been a passing
thought, but intense curiosity, she gave her head a hard shake for even going
there.
What was wrong with her?
“There’s a store close by that should suit you.”
Zeke’s voice had deepened, his eyes glinting dangerously. “I’ll buy you
whatever you need to replace your clothing.”
She bit back a curse, seeing he wasn’t blind to her
regard of him. Her most private thoughts always showed on her face. She had to
work on not being such an open book. “I don’t need your money. That’s one thing
I do have.”
In fact, money was the only thing she had, not that
she’d tell a demon that. What she didn’t have—what she longed for—was
everything that truly mattered: love, acceptance and perfect magic.
She had lived without the important stuff for
twenty-five years and she couldn’t do it any longer. Those desires made her
leave everything she knew behind in Shreveport in search of a new life.
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Publisher’s
Note: This story was previously published elsewhere under the title Whatnots
& Doodads in 2011, and has been revised and expanded for Ellora’s Cave.
Stacey Kennedy writes romance
that sometimes gets very naughty. She’s an urban fantasy lover at heart, but
she also enjoys losing herself in dark and sensual worlds. She lives in
Southwestern Ontario with her husband who gave her a happily ever after.
Together, they have two small children who can always make her smile, and who
will never be allowed to read mommy’s books. If she’s not plugging away at a
new story, you’ll find her camping, curling up with the latest flick, or
obsessing over Sons of Anarchy and Games of Thrones.
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