Magic and Mayhem: Bridget's Witch's Diary (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Witches of Mane Street Book 2) by Heather Long

Author:Heather Long [Long, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kindle Worlds
Published: 2017-02-20T18:30:00+00:00

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Rika

“Dammit,” Rika swore as she found herself standing in the center of her bedroom once more. She’d come clean with Bridget, and Bridget hadn’t kicked her out or turned her into an amphibian when she admitted to the Baba Yaga’s curse, snaking her diary, and summoning the really hot highlander.

Angus.

Crap.

Her spell reset to three in the morning, before anyone was awake. It was a limited time window, but she’d given herself five hours to loop. The idea being she could search while they slept. But it hadn’t been anywhere near five hours when it reset them…worry about that later. Find Angus now.

He’d come through the loop, and he’d been in a different place and arrived at a different time.

Rika hurried out of her bedroom as quietly as she could manage. Sometimes Bridget had the reflexes of a cat. Other times, she slept the sleep of the dead. Another inconsistency in the loop. Damn annoying one.

At the bottom step, she halted. Angus stood in the center of the living room. He wore ripped jeans, which hugged his massive frame and an ordinary t-shirt which stretched across his broad chest. Thunderstruck expression aside, he was the sexiest damn thing she’d ever seen.

And since he’d ripped off the green tartan earlier, she’d gotten an eyeful of the whole package.

“You’re here.” Relief swamped her or it did until he pinned her with a furious look. His eyes were the perfect shade of blue, and they seemed to shimmer in the low light of the lamps in the room. His dark hair hung past his shoulders, giving him a roguish appearance. She kind of missed the kilt, but he could definitely work the jeans.

“Witch,” Angus said angrily, storming over to her. He towered over her, and she didn’t think of herself as short 5’7, but he had to be well over six feet. This close, she had to crane her head back to meet his gaze. “What did you do to me? The sun was up, then it vanished. I was in the kitchen with the male who speaks like a priest, and now I am here.”

And his accent had definitely modernized a little, even if the brogue remained thick. Or perhaps she’d already acclimated to it. She’d always had an ear for languages.

“I can explain,” she assured him, though her gaze remained fixed on the fullness of his lips. Man, did he have to be so damn gorgeous? Of course, he’d looked pretty delish on the cover. Not to mention, what she’d read he could do with those lips…

“Then explain, witch.” The emphasis he put on the word witch sent heat coursing through her. Man, she could climb him like a pole. Of course, they didn’t have time for that right now, but she probably had more flexibility than she’d ever possessed.

“I summoned you.”

“I’m clear on that part.” He folded his arms, and invaded her personal space. The warmth of his nearness seemed to cling to her. As did the intensely masculine scent perfuming the air.

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