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
βLy-di-ah! I sit beneath your window, laaaass, singing
βcause I loooove your aβββ
βFor the love of St. Francis of Assisi, someone call a vet.
There is an injured animal screaming in pain outside,β
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 Erikβs 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, βIβm never moving
again.β
βYou need fluids,β Lydia prescribed, getting up to pour
unsweetened herbal tea from the pitcher in the fridge. Sheβd
mixed it especially for her friend. It was Gramma
Annabelleβs 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 didnβt stop soon she might try
to find an old bottle.
β βLy-di-ah!β β
βOmigod. Kill me,β Charlotte moaned. βNo. Kill him. Then
kill me.β
β βLy-di-ah!β β
Erik had been singing for over an hour. At first, heβd tried
to come inside. Sheβd not invited him and the barrier spell
sent him sprawling back into the yard. He didnβt seem to
mind as he found a seat on some landscaping timbers and
began his serenade. The last time sheβd asked him to be
quiet, heβd gotten louder and overly enthusiastic. In fact,
sheβd been too scared to pull back the curtains for a
clearer look, but she was pretty sure heβd been dancing on
her lawn, shaking his kilt.
βOmigod,β Charlotte muttered, pushing up and angrily going
to a window. Then grimacing, she said, βIs he wearing a tux
jacket with his kilt?β
βDonβt let him see you,β Lydia cried out in a panic. It was
too late. The song began with renewed force.
βHeβsβ¦β Charlotte frowned. βI think itβs dancing.β
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. βMaybe itβs a traditional Scottish dance?β
Both women tilted their heads in unison as his kilt kicked
up to show his perfectly formed ass.
βHeβs not wearingβ¦β Charlotte began.
βI know. He doesnβt,β Lydia answered. Damn, the man had a
fine body. Too bad Malinaβs trick had turned him insane.
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