A Warlock MacGregor novel
Entangled Covet
June 2014
On Sale: June 2, 2014
Featuring: Lydia Barratt; Erik MacGregor
218 pages ISBN: 1622665937 EAN: 9781622665938 Kindle: B00K9ODF5E e-Book Add to Wish List
โLy-di-ah! I sit beneath your window, laaaass, singing
โcause I loooove your aโโโ
โFor the love of St. Francis of Assisi, someone call a vet.
There is an injured animal screaming in pain outside,โ
Charlotte interrupted the flow of music in ill-humor.
Lydia lifted her forehead from the kitchen table. Her
windows and doors were all locked, and yet Erikโs endlessly
verbose singing penetrated the barrier of glass and wood
with ease.
Charlotte held her head and blinked heavily. Her red-rimmed
eyes were filled with the all too poignant look of a
hangover. She took a seat at the table and laid her head
down. Her moan sounded something like, โIโm never moving
again.โ
โYou need fluids,โ Lydia prescribed, getting up to pour
unsweetened herbal tea from the pitcher in the fridge. Sheโd
mixed it especially for her friend. It was Gramma
Annabelleโs hangover recipe of willow bark, peppermint,
carrot, and ginger. The old lady always had a fresh supply
of it in the house while she was alive. Apparently, being a
natural witch also meant in partaking in natural liquors.
Annabelle had kept a steady supply of moonshine stashed in
the basement. If the concert didnโt stop soon she might try
to find an old bottle.
โ โLy-di-ah!โ โ
โOmigod. Kill me,โ Charlotte moaned. โNo. Kill him. Then
kill me.โ
โ โLy-di-ah!โ โ
Erik had been singing for over an hour. At first, heโd tried
to come inside. Sheโd not invited him and the barrier spell
sent him sprawling back into the yard. He didnโt seem to
mind as he found a seat on some landscaping timbers and
began his serenade. The last time sheโd asked him to be
quiet, heโd gotten louder and overly enthusiastic. In fact,
sheโd been too scared to pull back the curtains for a
clearer look, but she was pretty sure heโd been dancing on
her lawn, shaking his kilt.
โOmigod,โ Charlotte muttered, pushing up and angrily going
to a window. Then grimacing, she said, โIs he wearing a tux
jacket with his kilt?โ
โDonโt let him see you,โ Lydia cried out in a panic. It was
too late. The song began with renewed force.
โHeโsโฆโ Charlotte frowned. โI think itโs dancing.โ
Since the damage was done, Lydia joined Charlotte at the
window. Erik grinned. He lifted his arms to the side and
kicked his legs, bouncing around the yard like a kid on too
much sugar. โMaybe itโs a traditional Scottish dance?โ
Both women tilted their heads in unison as his kilt kicked
up to show his perfectly formed ass.
โHeโs not wearingโฆโ Charlotte began.
โI know. He doesnโt,โ Lydia answered. Damn, the man had a
fine body. Too bad Malinaโs trick had turned him insane.
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