By Veronica Blade
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Brainiac Tessa McClean’s newly discovered magical powers give her an escape from her self-absorbed parents. But the thrill of being a witch fades when she learns of a rival coven and begins to suspect her own coven’s motives. Evidence tells Tessa to trust one side, but instinct drives her toward the other.
When the school’s scrumptious delinquent, Hayden Anders, offers Tessa self-defense lessons in exchange for tutoring, his timing couldn’t be better. Although hanging out with him is a necessary evil in Tessa’s fight to stay alive, resisting a bad-boy she secretly yearns for might be more than she can manage.
Together, Tessa and Hayden work to unravel the mysteries behind the two covens to discover why they’ll stop at nothing to lure Tessa to their side. She must form an alliance with one of the covens before it’s too late. But the wrong decision could cost Tessa the lives of all who she holds dear — including Hayden.
“Veronica Blade demonstrates an acumen of knowledge understanding the mindset of young adults so well. Mixed into the witches brew a hodgepodge of supernatural powers, high school peer pressures, and the muse of sex Something Witchy This Way Comes emanates an unforgettable cast of characters and incidents.”
– Gary Sorkin, Pacific Book Review
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“All sobered up, are you?” Hayden asked, eyes narrowed.
“Yes, completely.” I backed up so he didn’t have to worry about hitting me with the car. “I’ll see you guys later.”
As if waiting for me to say that, he jumped out of the car and slinked toward me like a panther — never taking his eyes off me. The look on his face was anything but mild. Uh-oh. What was up with that? He’d been pretty cool all night, hadn’t flirted and had only touched me to lead me somewhere.
Hayden didn’t slow down as he passed me. Instead, he gripped my hand again and dragged me along. Leaving the partiers behind, we went back up the driveway, and into the garage. He left the door slightly ajar, letting in a sliver of light so we didn’t have to fumble. He finally stopped in a secluded spot in the far corner of the garage and leaned against a work table. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
Refusing never occurred to me. Like a pliant doll, I lifted my chin and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him to me. He swooped and covered my mouth with his, his hot tongue assaulting mine.
Oh, crap. It was perfect — like his fantasies had melded with mine.
Except this was better.
I drowned in the feel of his lips, and his hands brought shivers as they skated up my back. When his mouth deserted mine, his eyes seemed to absorb the details of my face, his hands planted firmly on my hips. Then, in one swift move, he lifted me up onto the work table and kissed me again. Harder, hungrier …
I set my purse aside to free my hands. They skimmed his bare arms, moving on to explore his naked chest, my thumb sneaking into the waistband of his jeans.
What was I doing?
I couldn’t let him get any more than he’d already gotten from me. With my palms flat against his chest, I shoved him away. “Uh … I have to go.” Jumping off the table, I bolted.