The Family Spells_A Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance by C. M. Stunich

Author:C. M. Stunich [Stunich, C. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sarian Royal
Published: 2018-10-31T18:00:00+00:00

I was so not looking forward to Hex showing up that I almost hoped he really would bail.

But no.

Fifteen minutes after the hour, there he was, knocking on my door with his familiar asleep on his shoulders. Hex looked around the wraparound porch at the dozens of glowing jack-o’-lanterns with a bit of skepticism and maybe … something else? It was hard to tell, but I detected a shred of longing and a dash of jealousy in his gaze. I was a bit of an empath—nowhere near my sister's level—but I could sense strong emotions. Right now, I was getting crumbs off of Hex, but at least it showed he had feelings other than disgust and fear for me and my kids.

"Come on in," I said, standing back and gesturing him into the house. As he crossed the wards, the spell on my door rippled happily, the ley line feeding extra magic into the defenses. Hecate's tits, even my house liked the asshole. "And don't worry, we've locked the kids up in their cabinets under the stairs, so you don't have to look at them."

"You what?" he asked, orange eyes widening as I popped a hip and put my fist on it. Argent was in the kitchen cooking—it was the only non-magical, domestic chore he enjoyed—and the smell was making me drool.

"They're asleep in their beds," I said coolly, watching as Hex took in the living room with a fairly neutral expression. After seeing Lulu's house, I knew he'd grown up in a traditional witch's house, so it was doubtful there'd be anything here to startle him. Our decor was eclectic, racy (most of our paintings had witches in various states of dress and coitus), and there were things in there that would cause a lot of humans to shit their pants.

Spells were carved into the walls, there were pentagrams on the ceilings, and sometimes the furniture moved of its own accord. Oh, and a serval was sleeping curled up on top of the woodpile. Bast cracked one eye, stared at Connard for a minute, and then closed it again. Likewise, Hex’s familiar did the same, grumbled and tucked his head in his paws.

Fucking cats.

Even our familiars were similar. Sigh.

"Okay," Hex said, and that was pretty much it. How exciting. I wanted to punch him in his purple nuts. Fine, so maybe his balls were never purple, but I could change that with a stupid little Bewitched style twitch of the nose.

"How's the spell working out by the way? No more purple dick?"

"No more purple," he said as Caine and Spec moved in from the kitchen with witch's brews in their hands: basically champagne with a little magic kick. Spec handed one to Hex while Caine offered the other up to me.

"Still limp as an earthworm, huh?" Caine growled, and then smirked. He was dressed in a gray flannel shirt over a wifebeater, his raggedy jeans hanging low on his hips. His new tattoo looked near perfect while mine was still leaking goo, smearing bright colors all over my white tank.

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