ENSPELLED
By
Roberta Winchester
Falling
in love with the enemy will not only endanger his mission, it may cost him his
life...
Ashton Chase lives to vanquish witches. Tormented by
a curse cast by an evil witch long ago, he can never fall in love or he will
die. So when he hears word of a new witch in a nearby town, he immediately
pursues her—but what he finds will not only endanger his mission, it may cost
him his life.
After Vivien Lane's ex-husband discovers she’s a
witch and almost kills her, she flees to her aunt's Victorian bed and breakfast
by the sea. All Vivien wants is a new start, and to never allow anyone to hurt
her again. But when a sexy, edgy stranger takes up residence within the bed and
breakfast, Vivien quickly realizes she may never find peace again. And when
he’s in trouble, she realizes the only way to save Ashton is to confront her
past and face what she fears most.
Excerpt:
An
icy chill stabbed through him and he froze. Something was very, very wrong.
Flowers
were growing in a perfect half-circle around Vivien’s long hair. Twisting stems
shot up through the green blades of grass, spreading leaves and unfurling
delicate, purple petals. Ash scrambled backward, his hand instinctively
wrapping around his dagger’s hilt.
Vivien
leaped up from the ground and the flowers continue to grow, spreading in every
direction from where she stood.
There
was something evil nearby, and it had chosen to focus its power on Vivien.
“Don’t
move,” he whispered, his grip on his dagger tightening.
“Ash,
what’s wrong?” She stared at him with wide, terrified eyes.
“That”—he
pointed at the freakish flowers with his blade—“is not natural.”
The
flowers stopped growing. Vivien looked down at the ground, and then met his
eyes with an expression he’d never seen on her before. Her face went white.
“You
see them?” He gestured again. “What the hell is that?”
She
shook her head, and took a step back, her body shaking violently.
“No. No, no, no.”
Her
panic-stricken eyes looked wildly from the flowers, to his knife, and then back
again. She took another step back.
“Vivien,
wait! Don’t step on th—”
And
then it hit him. She wasn’t backing away in horror from the creepy little
flowers.
She
was backing away from him.
And
with every step she took, the grass beneath her feet grew, sending little
shoots of green up all around her.
His
breath escaped him. The world began to spin a little.
“Oh,
my God. It’s you. You’re the one
doing this.”
Comprehension
slammed through him. The increasingly familiar pain in his chest ripped through
his whole body, and he struggled to stand. Declan had been right all along. And
Ash, ever the fool, had allowed himself to get caught off-guard, yet again. He
stared at her eyes, her unnaturally green eyes. That should have been his first
clue. What a fucking idiot. He took a shaky breath. Damn it. Damn it.
He
choked on his own breath. “You. You’re
a witch.”
For
one brief second, Vivien’s expression altered, and she appeared more offended
than afraid. Confirmation of what he dreaded most. He wanted her to deny it. He
wanted her to call him insane. But she didn’t. She knew exactly what he was
talking about.
“What
do you intend to do?”
Good
question. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to attack her, to plunge his
dagger into her heart immediately.
“I
came here to kill you,” he admitted, the words sour in his mouth. “If you
proved to be what—what you apparently are.”
She
took a step backward, away from him. “That’s ridiculous. Put the knife down,
Ash.”
Oh
God, he’d slept with her. Eaten her food. Drank her wine. Spent an entire week
with her. A witch. Satan’s spawn.
“You’ve
done things to me, haven’t you?”
It
made perfect, sickening sense. That was why he hadn’t felt well in a few days.
“No!” she shouted, sinking to the ground
where the remnants of the picnic lay, forgotten. “I can make plants grow. Sometime
when I’m feeling strong emotions they grow around me, without my control. It’s
nothing!”
Ash
looked down on her lovely face, upturned to plead with him, the sunlight
bouncing off her hair like a halo. The tiny purple flowers surrounded her like
a fairy ring. She was about as far from being a witch as a witch could be. The
dagger grew heavy in his hand. For the first time in his life, he hesitated.
For
the first time in his life, his sole purpose and reason for being, the one
thing that drove him every day, seemed wrong.
He didn’t want to kill her. A witch.
He
shook his head. She’d gotten under his skin. His feelings for her did nothing
to change what she was. Fighting the rising bile in his throat, he lunged at
her. Pulling her into a half-nelson, he held his blade to her throat with a
trembling hand.
“So
you’re going to kill me,” she whispered. Tears dripped onto his arm that held
her against his chest.
His
heart clenched.
“I
have to. I don’t want to. God, you cannot imagine how much I don’t want to.”
Within
his grasp her shoulders sagged. “Why would you do this to me? Why would you
wish to kill me for such a silly thing? What threat do I pose to you?”
Ash
swallowed the rising lump in his throat.
“I’m
a hunter. It’s what I am bound to do. I’ve pledged my whole life to the pursuit
and destruction of evil.”
“You
think I’m evil?”
Ash’s
grip on his dagger faltered. No. No. God help him, he could not do it. She wasn’t
even struggling against him.
He
never saw it coming.
One
moment he was contemplating the sudden overturning of his entire universe. The next,
Vivien squirmed out of his hold and he saw the side of the wine bottle hurtling
straight toward his head.
Blinding
pain exploded behind his eyes.
And
darkness swallowed him whole.
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Bio:
Roberta Winchester lives in a two-hundred-year old
haunted house in Kentucky with her husband. She is also a graduate student
working to complete her MFA in Writing from Spalding University in Louisville.
When not writing, Roberta is reading, sipping coffee, and daydreaming about all
the places she would like to travel to someday.
You can also find her on Facebook,
https://www.facebook.com/robertawinchesterauthor/
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