The Baker's Guide to Risky Rituals: A Paranormal Demon MC Witch Romance (Sweet Pea Mysteries Book 1) by Kathryn Moon

Author:Kathryn Moon [Moon, Kathryn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-17T16:00:00+00:00

The kitchen witch’s home smelled like her, sweet and spicy, vanilla hanging like a cloudy backdrop over every piece of furniture. The apartment had a warmth to it that made Bell uneasy, as if those oversized pastel pink pillows on the couch were capable of dragging him into their depths and putting him into a lazy, decadent nap.

He helped himself to snooping through the living room first, rifling through magazines and notes on recipes. When that was dull and fruitless, he hunted the kitchen and discovered the world’s most intensely chocolate brownies he’d ever tasted. There was magic in the kitchen, lingering on cupboard doors, but it was harmless and loving, only the intention of sharing care and kindness. Not even a damn love potion in sight.

The bedroom was a large open space with an enormous bed on a white platform. Beleth stared at the twisted sheets for longer than he would’ve cared to admit. Perhaps the man’s body he was wearing was starting to develop a man’s appetites, because he enjoyed the image of Josie his mind conjured, tan skin against baby blue sheets, curves on display. The reverie ended as a hum of power thrummed out of the corner of his left eye.

“Here we go,” Bell purred, facing the altar arranged on a table in front of a large window.

He frowned as he stepped closer. It was unlike any altar he’d seen before. Witches’ altars were meant to be tidy displays, made of natural items. The one in Josie’s bedroom was cluttered and colorful, full of bottles of booze and a box of cigars, dry and fresh flowers, silk patterned scarves, a harmonica and a plastic tambourine, colorful drawings, and strange figurines that were a cross between saints and demons. Candles glowed in safe containers, and ash lay on an incense burner from the morning. Bell couldn’t puzzle it out, but there was no denying the hearty glow that touched every single item on the table. Whatever Josie was praying to, it was listening.

Downstairs the front door shut, and Bell gave the altar a last look before heading back out into the living room. He propped himself against a supporting beam by the kitchen and waited for Josie to find him.

She came in with flour stains on her black clothes, and handprints on her hips that he wanted to cover with his own. She sighed and Bell grinned, waiting for her to turn and face him, to scream, for her heart to pound so loud in her chest he could hear it in his own veins.

“Have you been waiting long?”

His foot landed too hard against the wood floor as he shifted to stand straight, lips turning down in a scowl as Josie turned to face him. She raised her eyebrows, waiting for his answer.

“I didn’t feel a ward,” he said.

“So you thought I wouldn’t notice you walking around? Directly over my own damn head,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. His stare pulled down to where her breasts pressed together.

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