Witches of the West - (An Urban Fantasy Whiskey Witches Novel) by S.M. Blooding

Author:S.M. Blooding [Blooding, S.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Whiskey Witches, Book 4
Publisher: Whistling Book Press
Published: 2016-10-24T05:00:00+00:00

Paige wasn’t quite ready for Leslie and Alma to show up. Mostly because she didn’t really know what she was doing. They needed protections set up. Wards. Great.

In Dallas, Alma had started them and Paige had just added to them. Along with everyone else.

That wouldn’t happen here. Paige was supposed to be the new matriarch.

New matriarch. New head of a special division. New leader of a revolution.

A lot of new stuff and she didn’t know what the fuck she was doing with any of it.

Alma got out of Leslie’s car looking like a freight train had ran her over.

“Grandma.” Paige walked toward and reached for her elbow.

Alma jerked her arm away, her lips flat, her white eyes defiant.

Well, awesome. Paige gave Leslie a wide-eyed look of “holy crap-balls, Batman.”

Leslie clenched her teeth and shook her head as she walked around the hood of her car. “Hey, Pea. Ready?”

“Yup.” Nope. Not at all.

Alma opened the back door and pulled a black garbage bag out.

“What’s in the bag, Grandma?” Paige asked as chipperly as she could without sounding completely fake.

“Broomcorn.”

“Oh good.” Thank goodness. “I was wondering where we were going to get that.”

Alma narrowed her eyes. “Where is my granddaughter?”

Paige beamed a smile at her grandmother. “And there are sage bushes outside all the doors. How lucky is that?”

“Sage?” Alma asked, the corners of her lips pulled down in confused disgust.

Shit. Had the djinn been wrong? “Yeah. Looks like just regular sage brush to me, and since they’re already here, I thought we could use it to help repel negativity.”

“You want to incorporate sage into your wards.”

She didn’t need to make it sound so stupid. Geez. “Yes. You think it’s a bad idea?”

Alma shrugged and shook her head. “You’d be binding your ward to the earth.”

“Bad?”

“Different.”

Oh, Alma was in a bad mood. “Okay.” Paige sighed. “What do we do?”

“First, you go find a stick.”

Paige really just wanted to throw a big ol’ tantrum. “A stick?”

Alma leveled a tired look at her granddaughter. “You’ll be making a broom.”

“I guess I’ll go with you,” Leslie said brightly. “Because we’re doing this at my place, too. Yay. I’m going to dump my purse at your desk.”

“Okay. Meet me out back.”

Alma disappeared inside with Leslie.

Paige could have walked through the building, but chose to stay outside. Alma’s mood sent waves of irritation coursing through her.

So, wait. The alphas were irritating her. Alma’s bad mood was irritating her.

Was she just irritated?

Could be. The move had thrown her off more than she was ready to admit. And…she needed sex. Not just a quickie like they’d been able to catch before. She needed biting, feeling, tasting, exploring good sex.

Look at her, prescribing sex like it was a drug.

Except that, according to science, it kinda was.

She wanted to rip Dexx’s clothes from his body and ride him hard ‘til morning.

Or for fifteen minutes.

Or until she passed out.

Whichever happened first.

No-no. She needed the good kind. Ride him hard for fifteen minutes, then bend over the bed and let him ride her. And then bring out the stool and ride him.

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