Black Magic Voodoo
by Nikki Landis
A steamy, paranormal, why choose romance about a snarky, stubborn witch and a handful of sinful immortals who form a protective barrier against a deceptive, seductive demon king.
Welcome to Mystic Hallows, home to thirteen witch covens that keep the veil between the living and the dead closed. It's a world of monsters, mayhem, and magic where the ancestors of the powerful Salem witches of the past struggle to keep balance, and everyone has a deep, dark, and often deadly secret.
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“What the hell are you wearing?”
Damian leaned against my doorjamb and smiled in that slow seductive way that ate at my composure whenever he was near. “I’m dressed up for Samhain.”
I glanced over the ridiculously tall black top hat perched on his head, slightly askew, and the skull makeup that made his green eyes pop. They were swimming in sinful thoughts, and I didn’t have to guess where his mind lingered as he dropped his gaze to the cleavage spilling out of the top of my ebony corset. My eyes narrowed when he didn’t look away. “Stop roaming over my body like it belongs to you.”
‘Doesn’t it, my pet?’
“No,” I blurted loudly, covering up my chest.
Gabriel barreled through Damian on the way in, a welcome disruption, and the two stared at one another with cool hostility. Their rivalry was obvious, but Damian made it worse with the stunt he pulled. I wasn’t so sure I needed his blood to survive when he forced it down my throat after my accident.
Sneaky, deceptive vampire.
Damian leaned against the wall as Gabriel sauntered closer. I was suddenly reminded of circling sharks who were attracted by blood in the water. Gabriel’s gaze simmered, full of heat. He leaned in as I sat at my vanity, finishing the last of my makeup for tonight. “You look beautiful as always.” He pressed a soft kiss to the top of my head, his strong woodsy scent lingering in the air.
“She is rather ravishing.”
Did the vampire just pay me a compliment?
‘I’m not always terrible.’
“Uh-huh.” I rolled my eyes as he winked.
Gabriel took the makeup from my hands and pulled me gently to my feet. With his eyes locked on mine, he leaned in and pressed a light kiss upon my lips. “That’s the best I can do without ruining your makeup.”
‘I’d ruin your makeup just for fun.’
I ignored the vampire.
‘And you’d love it.’