Title: Never Cross a Warlock
Author: Marilyn Vix
Series: Beware of Warlocks (3)
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Shadowcat Publishing
Release Date: Mar 25 2015
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook
Blurb/Synopsis:
Can two warlocks
be too many?
Yes, if one
happens to be your ex-husband trying to kill you for a witch divorce.
The other, a sexy
Aussie that makes you forget all the rest.
That’s Catherine Bank’s warlock problem. She will have to
choose between the two of them. Will she marry either, or end it all in a spell
battle that will bring Las Vegas to its knees. Only time will tell. No one
knows the mind of a witch better than herself. Unless, she falls in love.
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Excerpt: From Chapter 3 of Never Cross A Warlock
I slid out of my bar chair faster than I’d ever made an
exit. I had to regroup. Nothing like a quiet bathroom stall to clarify your
thoughts.
I made it through the bathroom door and stumbled into an
empty stall. Sitting on the toilet, a stream of tears burst forth. Once I
started, I couldn’t stop. I let it happen. Nothing like a good purge to get
some sense back into a girl. Was I really ready for a life with Jeff? I felt
the soul binding telling me he was the one to stick it out through thick and
thin. But then, I thought so with Rich, too. But he’d never done the
soul-binding spell. Just the marriage spell, and then we went on a shopping
spree, buying houses, cars, and anything else that he thought my money, and now
his, could buy. I was so stupid. He was such a cock suck up.
I heard a knock on my stall door. “You okay in there?”
I snuffled, using some toilet paper to clean up the snot
from my nose.
“Yeah. Men suck.” I wouldn’t say warlocks. This was a mixed
club.
“I agree with you there, girl. Just let me know if you need
something.”
I blew my nose a couple of times, wiping off any excess,
then stood, straightened my dress, and flushed all the tissue down the toilet.
There. My man tears were spent. Time to move on and try to make a decision. I
opened the stall door and saw the attendant ready to hand me a towel.
I added a quick “Thank you” before dabbing at my streaked
make-up. I was going to have to do some reapplying.
“Sometimes this is the best place to come and let it all
out, dear,” added the attendant.
“I’m totally embarrassed,” I said as I tried to make
something out of my raccoon eyes. I’d just gone old-fashioned tonight. No added
spells instead of make-up. I liked going all natural, as I called it. I really
didn’t need spell enhancing, and was proud of that. Not every witch could claim
to have a spell-free appearance. I started going through my purse for items to reapply
and make better the mess on my face. My brown hair kept flopping in front of my
eyes. It was getting distracting.
“Don’t be. I get a lot of woman crying out their man
problems in here.”
“Hear any good solutions?” I started to reapply some liner,
giving up on the mascara. I figured just adding more base and rouge would make
me presentable again.
“Yes. Most of the answers involve kicking the scoundrels out
of their lives, or forgiving them. I’m guessing one of those options might fit
yours.”
“It does in one case.” I laughed. Throwing Rich out of my
life would seem fit, if I lived through his retaliation. “I think getting rid
of him is the best option.” I smiled at the thought of it.
“Oh, girl, two men. That’s always a problem.” The attendant
smiled, leaving me to my make-up repairs. Just then, a toilet flushed and the
stall opened. In the mirror, I recognized the woman exiting. It was Cassandra.
I wasn’t sure how much she’d heard. She came up to the sink
next to me, rinsing her hands. My lips pursed, and I tried to play it coy. I
looked in the mirror to touch up my rouge, but I saw my cheeks were plenty red
without it. Maybe she wouldn’t notice it was me.
“Cat?” Her voice actually sounded surprised.
Shit. “Cassandra?”
Marilyn is a paranormal romance novelist. She enjoys the
characters that just don't fit in. From witches to time traveling researchers,
she is letting her imagination soar to explore new worlds and write all the
details down. Marilyn has traveled to Paris, London, Sydney, Las Vegas,
Amsterdam and Munich. She loves to include her travels in her settings as much
as possible. Best of all is letting her reader enjoy them through the
perspective of a character. She currently lives in Northern California with her
husband and cat. The cat, of course, is the center of attention.
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