Wild Fire

Guardian Witch 6

Etopia Press

Heat Rating: Sensual
Word Count: 78,579
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A vision. A lost talisman. A dangerous journey through time...

A month after their bonding, Ari and Andreas are still adjusting to married life when they learn the hard way that the O-Seven, the terrifying and brutal vampire elders, still have them in their sights. A three million dollar bounty hangs over each of their heads, and there’s no lack of assassins eager to collect.

When the local seer has a terrifying vision of the destruction of Riverdale, it’s up to Ari—as usual—to keep everyone safe. Only this time, an enemy from the past has bound her fire powers, and the city’s string of arsons seems connected.

Daron, the vampire prince in Toronto, has information that two of the vampire elders are on their way to Riverdale. Which can’t be good. Only a risky and unprecedented journey through time can provide the help they need. But that will leave Andreas to face the O-Seven alone...

Wild Fire
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Wild Fire

Guardian Witch 6

Etopia Press

Heat Rating: Sensual
Word Count: 78,579
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CHAPTER ONE

Needlelike streams of magical energy—one pale blue, the other a shimmering green—arced upward through the cave’s darkness. Their glow reflected off stalactites, hanging from the rocky ceiling like boney fingers. The magics curved gracefully toward one another, guided by the man and woman standing below. At the moment of contact, a violent explosion shook the Chamber of Ages. Sparks shot down the magical trails. His wand flew into the air and dropped to clatter against one of the limestone projections on the floor. “Damnation.” “Ouch!” Ari shook her hands and danced away, causing the protective charms on her bracelet to jingle. Maybe she should consider using a wand. “That stung.” Andreas swore again, softly this time, staring at the puff of smoke. An acrid hint of sulphur marked the area of magical collision. “I am certain that was not supposed to happen. Unless this was your idea of a ‘gentle melding’?” His voice barely contained his frustration. “It was a little more forceful than I expected.” She examined her fingertips for blisters. There were none, but she stuck her stinging pinkie in the corner of her mouth when Andreas wasn’t looking. Controlling pure energy through her fingers was harder for her than the fire magic, and she hadn’t done it that way since she was a teenager—almost nine years ago. She’d hoped it would have made it easier to show Andreas what to do. But it didn’t seem to be working out that way. He gave her a rueful look. “I don’t have much control, and this did not help.” He grimaced at the slender wand that he’d retrieved from the cavern floor. They stood in the middle of a vast cave filled with stalactites and stalagmites. On a cold, blustery January afternoon, the interior of Riverdale’s vampire caverns was the only place they could safely practice their witch magic protected from the weather. Not that Andreas or any other vampire was bothered by the sub-zero wind chills and snow that blanketed the town, but a fire witch didn’t have the same kind of indifference to temperature. The caverns—so comfortably cool during the summer months—were barely tolerable now. Ari shivered from the chill. “It wasn’t so bad. Every try gets better.” She stole a glance at her irritated mate. They’d been officially bonded for only a month, a rocky period of ups and downs as they adjusted to the new status. Their love hadn’t wavered, but the affinity their magics had for each other on the telepathic level was a complication. The mental link between them had grown so strong, so dominant, it made them both uneasy, and Andreas’s struggles to control his newly discovered warlock abilities often left him on edge. Maybe a bit more than on edge. Andreas wasn’t embracing the witchcraft as easily as she’d hoped. This wasn’t his first complaint about the wand. Maybe it just didn’t fit his alpha male image. Her lips twitched. She’d never say it to him, but the wand-waving did seem a little out of character—OK, wimpy—for a badass vampire prince. Ari hid a smile. No matter what his mood, she loved just looking at him. The fine, aristocratic features; the incredibly long lashes, the dark, brooding eyes that lit up when he caught her looking; the black lock of soft, gleaming hair that wouldn’t stay put but fell rakishly across his brow. But badass vampire or not, he needed the wand to channel his emerging magic. She rubbed her hands, as much from the cold as the effects of the failed spell. “I’m ready to go. Before we try again, we should do more reading and talk with Zylla. This isn’t working the way I expected.” “I am sure the fault is mine.” Andreas frowned. “Perhaps this is all a mistake. If I were intended to have warlock powers, wouldn’t they have manifested when I was young?” Ari slanted her eyes at him. “I can’t believe you keep bringing this up. It’s no mistake. You either are a warlock or you’re not, and you obviously have the power.” She quirked a grin at him. “Even when it comes out wrong.” “Well, this thing is not helping.” He regarded the wand with distaste. “Fine, I’ll take it back to the magic lab.” She held out her hand. “Good thing it was a loan.” She stuck the wand in the magicks’ pouch at her waist and took his hand. “Don’t be discouraged. We’ve made a lot of progress in the last three months.” His fingers tightened around hers. “You’re cold. You should have said something sooner.” He picked up her heavy coat, draped it across her shoulders, and rubbed her hands to warm them. “If I’ve made any progress, it is due entirely to your perseverance.” Andreas had been unaware of his warlock abilities before a trip to his estates in Italy last fall. They’d found his family’s Book of Shadows and a letter left by his mother. His magic had not manifested in childhood, but Ari believed it had been triggered during his vampiric transformation. For two hundred years, the magic had lain unsuspected, mostly dormant, until Ari taught him how to bring it forth. Well, sort of taught him. His mood darkened again. “My control is not strong enough to help us in a fight…which may be forced upon us soon. Rumors from Europe are growing frequent. Instead of cooling off after our escape, the O-Seven are speaking out against us, naming names.” “Then let’s see Zylla right now.” She tugged on his hand and turned away to hide a worried frown. A visit to the reclusive eight hundred-year-old vampiress, who had started life as a witch seer, was always interesting. And talking with her was infinitely preferable to dwelling on the vampire elders’ last attack and how close Andreas had come to dying. In a swift but typical change of mood, Andreas ended his brooding, swung her around and kissed her. “What was that for?” She grinned up at him. “Because I like you.” His face lit up with mischief. “Like me? Is that all?” She ran her fingers over his jaw and up into his hair. He chuckled, the sound sending a fire curling through her belly. “Well, perhaps a bit more.” He pinned her against a large stalagmite, his body revealing just how much more he was feeling. “Perhaps the visit to Zylla can wait.” He bent his head and captured her lips again. She pushed him away a little breathlessly. “I’m not making love on a freezing rock. Not when we have a nice, warm bed at home.” “Point taken.” He laughed as she wiggled away. “I suppose this means Zylla is back on the immediate agenda.” “If you can behave.” “Oh, do not challenge me, Arianna. The cold does not bother me in the least.” She loved the wicked danger in his voice. “OK, I’ll stop teasing…for now. Because I really think we should talk with Zylla.” He sighed, taking her hand again as they started into the tunnels. “To be continued.”

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