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A must-read RH series 🔥

Lunar Witch (Phases of the Moon Book 1)

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Reaching my hand forward, I picked up the cool stone and ran my fingers over it, feeling its magic buzzing against my skin. I tightened my hold on it as I looked at the dagger and realized that it was worthless in comparison… But if I took this, would I actually be able to get rid of it? No. I wouldn’t be able to do that. It couldn’t be destroyed, but the idea of selling it off and putting it into dangerous hands was far worse.<br /> Deciding I couldn’t trust what they would do with it, I slipped it into the top of my shirt, nestling it against my chest. It felt warm against my skin, and when I stood, I eyed the dagger before turning—<br /> Oh.<br /> It goes without saying that I was never caught off guard. Ever. <br /> So I felt panic soar through me, for just a moment, as I found an extremely large man standing nearly toe-to-toe with me. How had he managed that? <br /> I didn’t speak and didn’t react. Instead, I moved my gaze across his large chest and up his jawline, pausing on a pair of full, masculine lips. I swallowed, feeling a weird sensation like heat pulse through me as I imagined what it would be like to touch those lips with my own. <br /> What was going on with me right now? <br /> Finally, I met a pair of dark eyes so inky, I was positive they were black. I inhaled sharply, feeling the darkness that surrounded him as cool shadows brushed against my skin, somehow seeping underneath my clothing. A shuddered breath left my lips as I felt a surge of both uncomfortable tension roll through me at his clear display of power, but more so…desire. I didn’t want to consider that aspect because I was overwhelmed by the cold, almost painful electric sensation running over my skin, one that I knew was completely due to him. <br /> His power grew thick through the room as the man examined my face, his shadows exploring my magic tentatively, almost as if trying to not spook me. The more I stared into his eyes, the more I realized what was unsettling about him. He exhibited no fear. Everyone, especially while dealing with me, felt the physical responses of fear and adrenaline—but this man had none, and it was clear as day why.<br /> He was a shadow witch. <br /> Which meant he was incredibly lethal. His gaze dipped to my covered mouth, then to my body, making me wish I could read his mind to hear what he thought. <br /> I frowned at that. <br /> Why did I care what he thought about me? I couldn’t deny I did though. Surprise seemed to light up his features before he met my gaze once again, a flush working over my skin at the heat there. His shadows wrapped around my own tightly, nearly holding me hostage. It should have made me feel apprehensive, but instead a sickening sense of security worked through my chest. <br /> I needed to get out of here. Now. <br /> “Who are you?” His voice was thick and rough, making me wish I could fully see him through the intoxicating spell of his magic. I opened my mouth, almost as if I was going to answer—<br /> Searing pain exploded in my chest as I felt my breath catch. Out of habit, I didn’t react or cry out, but everything seemed to grow fuzzy around me at the white-hot pain. I blinked, trying to stay upright as my magic went haywire, blasting through the room in a whirlwind that shifted and threw objects. I pressed a hand to my chest, noticing that the moonstone seemed to burn under my touch, as I continued to hold his gaze. I couldn’t see him as clearly as before though, and I felt a weird sensation, almost a high, float through me as my knees turned weak.<br /> I’d been through so much pain.<br /> So much agony.<br /> But this? This was far different.<br /> When a sudden icy flash froze everything in the room, including my own magic, I realized the man in front of me had grasped my jaw and pressed his forehead to my own. Words were coming from his lips, words I should have recognized, but my hearing was full of static-like white noise and my limbs were hot. His magic, like a wave of winter, herded my magic back into my body until it felt like I was going to explode, the pressure growing.<br /> The smallest noise left my mouth as everything shattered at once—<br /> Everything went black as I felt my knees break, and pleasure coated every nerve ending down to my fingertips. I fell into a hard, warm body, the feeling of being touched like this almost inexplicable. Both pleasurable and so incredibly painful. When was the last time anyone had touched me? That wasn’t what really caught me off guard though. <br /> No. It was the sound of blood rushing through my veins, the pulsing beat that seemed to shake my teeth. My heartbeat. <br /> My heart was beating? When had that happened last? <br /> What was going on with me? <br /> This was so bad.<br /> Yet, for just the moment, I gave into his hard hold, realizing we were on the floor as he held me tightly against him. <br /> It could have only been seconds before reality came crashing in and his hands on my body caused a very different feeling to spur through me—not one of pleasure, but panic. Memories of being held down on the floor sprang forth, and my body reacted before I had a chance to think through it.<br /> I snapped away from him, landing five feet away in a crouched position, his head snapping up in surprise, his arms still out as if holding me. The room was still dark, but I could see more of his gorgeous features, and the way he was dressed was what I would expect from someone living in an estate like this. Expensive. His hands were circled by shadows as I finally stood, knowing I needed to make my exit. Fast.<br /> “Don’t think about it, little jaguar.”<br /> <br /> --LUNAR WITCH (Phases of the Moon Book 1)

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