Witches Night is the first in our series of anthologies celebrating Halloween night, when the veils
between worlds are thinnest and anything can happen. To kick it off properly, we’ve put together a
collection of spicy, saucy, magical tales of witches and the people who love them. From the dabblers and
charlatans to the full-fledged sorceresses of old, each of these stories is filled with curses and spells,
wit and passion by authors familiar to our readers as well as some new, exciting faces. Seven very
different witches, seven passionate, engaging stories that will draw you completely under their spell!
EXCERPT
...Maddy turned to look at him in surprise, but the sight of Cash took her breath away. His short, dark
hair still had the bedhead look he favored, but in the place of the button-down and jeans he’d been wearing
was the doublebreasted tuxedo he’d worn for his bouncer job at the Rising Sun. The jacket enhanced his
broad shoulders, tapering down over his lean hips and making his long legs look even longer. But it was the
glitter in his light green eyes that transfixed her, a hunger that she felt in raised goosebumps along her
skin as his gaze raked over her small form.
“I swear…” he breathed. “I really have to do this more often. I’d forgotten how beautiful you were like
this.”
Maddy glanced down to see what he was talking about and gasped. His were not the only clothes that had been
transformed. Her casual peasant skirt and blouse were gone. Instead, she wore a ball gown that could have
come straight from her wardrobe in the painting, and she rushed to the large mirror on the wall of the
living room in order to get a better look.
It was the darkest of ebony, with wide straps holding up the fitted bodice and a double layer tulle skirt
with a curved hem. Sequins adorned the bodice, sweeping over her breasts and down into the uppermost
portion of the skirt in a leaf-like swirling pattern that made her feel like she was moving already though
her feet were standing still. Her hair was pulled back off her face, blonde and wavy and secured with a
diamond clip, while the make-up was the same flawless palette of scarlet and cream that had characterized
most of her time at the Rising Sun.
Cash appeared in the reflection, his arm curving around her waist as he bowed his head to begin trailing
butterfly kisses along her exposed neck. “Have I mentioned how much I love you tonight?” he murmured
against her skin.
Maddy sighed, losing herself in the sensations of his hot mouth and hard body. “But…I thought you
weren’t supposed to use your magic?” she asked. When did her voice get so breathless? “You said if
you used it, it left a trace and they could find you.”
He seemed completely disinterested in her argument and continued to run his lips along her shoulder.
“They already know I’m in New York,” he said. “Otherwise the painting would never have shown up at the
museum.” His hand slid up her stomach, cupping the underside of her breast. “And we’re leaving for England
tomorrow, so I’m not too fussed about a little glamour to make the room the way I want it. In fact…”
She saw his free hand flick behind him, and she heard the sudden static of the record player, several
seconds of the electronic noise filling the room before Sinatra’s voice took over. Maddy twisted in Cash’s
embrace, eyes glowing in excitement.
“We haven’t danced since we got back,” she said
“You think I don’t know that?” he replied, his mouth canting into a wry smile.
His hands were warm and dry as he led her to the middle of the room. By the time he pulled her back
against his chest, Maddy was ready for more than a waltz, her skin tingling everywhere it pressed to his.
They began moving in synchronous steps, matching strides they’d mastered, never once taking their eyes off
the other. When the first song ended, they didn’t stop to wait for the second, spinning and twirling with a
freedom that had been missing since their return...
