Witch’s
Concubine
Cara
Carnes
A Wicked Tale * ARe Books
Genre: M/F, Vampires, PNR
About
the Book:
Nothing stands between a cursed
witch and her quarry.
Macy Davenport has two weeks to
purge the familial curse or she’ll suffer a sex-starved eternity. Finding a
vampire strong enough to handle her rare dragon witch powers isn’t easy. But
Doctor Death comes with a very high price and a string of complications.
Prince Dmitri Siysky, aka Doctor
Death, doesn’t have time for the fiery dragon witch, even if her carnal dilemma
offers interesting compensation. There’s an underground slave ring selling
vampires and he’s been sent the witches responsible.
He expected trouble, but he never
anticipated Macy.
Excerpt:
“This is crazy,
even for you.”
Macy Davenport
merged into the left lane, her right palm pressed hard on the horn and her foot
on the accelerator. People didn’t have respect for fast lanes anymore.
“Sarah, this is
the perfect solution to my problem.”
“Honey, not him.”
Sarah’s voice fell into a hushed whisper, as if the world would hear her speak
his name from the darkened interior of Macy’s Ford Festiva. “Doctor Death isn’t
for you.”
“He has a name.” A
shiver skittered down Macy’s spine. “I seriously doubt Dmitri Siysky
appreciates that one.”
“That vampire
deserves to burn. Did you hear what he did to poor Hilda?”
“Hilda the Hag?”
Macy shook her head. “Look, that vampire has slept with half of Seattle, and
the only reason he’s in Imperial custody right now is because he refused to
sleep with the other half—most of whom are in command. Everyone with half a
spell in them knows his only crime is not playing the political game. Or, in
his case, screwing Hilda.”
“So you’d take her
on to break him out?”
“I’d dare her to
take me on. Two more days of these powers simmering in me and I swear I’ll take
out half of Seattle.” She shuddered. “Starting with Hilda the Hag’s den.”
Soap box stored
for a later time, Macy dodged a white minivan and careened around a corner. Ten
minutes before Imperial Station closed for the weekend. No way in hell was she
suffering another night of debilitating arousal.
“I’m fresh out of luck spells, Macy, and I have yet to find one for fixing bad driving. Please slow down.” Sarah gritted her teeth. “He’s not going anywhere.”
“I’m fresh out of luck spells, Macy, and I have yet to find one for fixing bad driving. Please slow down.” Sarah gritted her teeth. “He’s not going anywhere.”
Macy guffawed. Oh,
he’d be going somewhere eventually. Every horny, cursed witch this side of the
Mississippi had probably heard about the legendary Doctor Death being
incarcerated. The charges were as trumped up as the wretched hex spurring Macy
into desperation.
“Look, I’m twenty
nine for two more weeks. If I don’t purge the hex before the big three-zero
strikes you might as well tie a bib around my neck and toss me in Witches
Haven.”
“Do not speak of
that place,” Sarah gasped. “I would never, ever put you there. Only the most
cursed witches are sent to that…that…that travesty.”
Silence remained
for a moment as the notion of Witches Haven brewed between them. They both knew
the gut wrenching truth—Macy had to screw or she was screwed.
“Look, it’s like
this. I literally have nothing at all to lose at this point. The only way to
purge the hex is to…” Macy turned her head and slammed on her brakes when the
light blazed red. Damn. One more minute lost. “You know what I need.”
“Yeah.” Sarah
sighed. “I still don’t understand why this is your hex to carry.”
“It’s the curse of
ten thousand nights. My mom only suffered a thousand of them before she…” Okay,
she wouldn’t dredge the river of trouble tonight. “Until the hex is gone I
can’t marry, I can’t have kids. I can’t even let a male witch or mortal touch
me. I’m left with the trolls who gifted me with the rotten problem because my
mom wouldn’t marry their king, the faeries who I loathe because they are as
trustworthy as pond scum, and the vampires.”
And Dmitri was one
hell of a vampire.
“So you’re going
to march in there and demand he bed you?”
“Geez, Sarah.”
Macy wheeled into the Imperial Station’s parking lot and threw her car into
park. “You make me sound crass. I’d take him to my place first.”
“Pfft. Whatever.”
Macy glowered at
her longtime friend and grabbed her purse. “Stay here if you want, but I’ve got
myself a vampire to indenture.”
Talking a
confident game was one thing. Following through was an entirely different
ballgame Macy wasn’t sure she had the equipment to play. Hell, had she even
found the right ballpark?
Her knees knocked
together, clattering with the knock of her kitten heels as she made her way up
the zillion stairs. The first guard to slow her down before she got to her
quarry was toast, or rather, an oversized toad. She didn’t have time for
anything beyond level one magic. Not when her entire future was at stake.
Literally.
About
the Author:
Cara Carnes was a princess, a
pirate, fashion model, actress, rock star and Jon Bon Jovi’s wife all before
the age of 13. In reality, her fascination for enthralling worlds took seed
somewhere amidst a somewhat dull day job and a wonderful life filled with
family and friends. When she’s not cemented to her chair, Born in small-town
Texas, Cara loves traveling, photography and reading.
For more information on other books
by Cara, visit her website: www.caracarnes.com
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