A Witch Holiday Box Set: A Steamy, Paranormal, Holiday Box Set E-Book

Rhiannon Futch

• Herausgeber: Rhiannon Futch
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

Three holiday themed novellas all rolled into one book!
Witchy Ever After
A pushy mother and the holidays are here. What’s a dedicated to single life woman to do?
Spell a guy for the holidays! It’s the perfect plan!
One little spell to help him pretend they have been dating for months and to forget her when the holidays are over and all Aria’s problems are solved. Right?
A Witchy New Year
Kaylynn has it all.
Cushy programmer job, a lover that is happy being just a lover, the best family and friends a woman could ask for.
Then Raúl breezes into town and her happy, well-ordered world crashes; revealing that not everything is as it seems.
My Witchy Valentine
Amira has always wanted to leave the small town they raised her in. Now that her sister is happily partnered up and Mom has decided she is next; this is the perfect time to make her move.
Moving to the city doesn’t change her nature and as a mechanic, stopping to help a someone stranded is just what she does. It blows up in her face when Mr. Strand is gorgeous and wants to thank her with a night out.
It’s just one dinner. What could go wrong?

Leseprobe

A Witch Holiday Box Set

A Steamy, Paranormal, Holiday Box Set

Rhiannon Futch

Contents

Witchy Ever After

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

A Witchy New Year

Chapter 1 - 2

Chapter 2 - 2

Chapter 3 - 2

Chapter 4 - 2

Chapter 5 - 2

Chapter 6 - 2

Chapter 7 - 2

Chapter 8 - 2

Chapter 9 - 2

Chapter 10 - 2

Chapter 11 - 2

Chapter 12 - 2

My Witchy Valentine

Chapter 1 - 3

Chapter 2 - 3

Chapter 3 - 3

Chapter 4 - 3

Chapter 5 - 3

Chapter 6 - 3

Chapter 7 - 3

Chapter 8 - 3

Chapter 9 - 3

Chapter 10 - 3

Chapter 11 - 3

Chapter 12 - 3

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About the Author

Witchy Ever After

Chapter One

Back in my apartment I grab the ingredients for tacos from my fridge. I love tacos. They are the perfect fast food for me. Meat in the microwave with the tortilla over the bowl, and I start throwing my taco fixings into another bowl. It is probably sacrilege or something to do it this way but I feel like it is expedient and functional. I cook a bunch of meat and chop veggies once a week. If I decide to change it up, the same things work for stir-fry. The problem with mom and this visit is still frying my brain as I throw everything together and eat my fill. Tacos safely in my belly I decide to have a bath. Maybe that will help.

Looking into my herb cabinet I pull out a branch of rosemary for mental powers, goldenrod for divination, and some lavender for peace, then a little eucalyptus just because I like the smell and it does clear the sinuses. I pull the rosemary leaves from the branch and drop them into a little muslin bag. A couple spoons of the lavender and goldenrod have the bag set. Putting away the rest I take the bag and the one branch of eucalyptus into the bathroom with me. I live in the downtown area, so my apartment is an older home converted into apartments. This is great for me because they wanted to preserve the look of the house and I got a huge clawfoot tub for my bathing pleasure. Tying the bag I drop it in and grab a hair tie to secure the eucalyptus to the spigot. The water heater here is an on-demand type, it doesn’t even hesitate with the filling of the tub. Moments later I am stepping into a tub of steamy water with a sigh. This is the life.

Laying there in the tub I let my mind drift away to seek the answer to my problem knowing that this is the kind of thing I would tell any of my patrons to do for their own problems.

Like lightening out of the blue I sit straight up in the tub, I have it! I’ll find a guy on a dating app, convince him to pretend to be my boyfriend for the holidays and then we go our separate ways. Yes! If I add a little spell to help it along and make sure he forgets me after New Years, that will be just so much better! I will have a guarantee that he forgets me and mom will have her dream. I will just wait a few months after Christmas and tell her we broke up. He had to move out of country for work. Yes. That will be perfect.

Grabbing my phone from where it rests, I download the first dating app I can find on my phone and set up a profile. The Christmas holiday is not that far off. I have to find a man for the holidays. Ten minutes and three selfies later I am in business. I start browsing through guys and hit a like on some that feel like they just might do. Shortly after that I begin to feel drowsy so I drain the tub and take myself off to bed.

Chapter Two

The next morning I scroll the dating app as I sip my coffee in the kitchen. I see potentials, and I have some messages to check but nothing is sparking my interest so far. Maybe I need to ease up on my standards? I think they are good but I am not seeing a guy that quite fits them. I need a guy I can tolerate, maybe even like through the duration of Christmas and to New Years Eve, because why not have a date to start the year off with? He needs to live across town from me even the fringe of Raleigh would be great. Can’t be in any of my social circles, which means no witches. He needs to be looking for something short term, nothing serious. He needs to either not have family or just not be planning to visit them this year, I don’t want to keep anyone from visiting their family that wants to visit them. And he should be handsome because a tight butt never hurt anyone.

Setting my phone and coffee down I sit at the table. Closing my eyes I take a deep, slow breath. I focus on the qualities I am seeking in my temporary guy. With my focus set I pick up phone and coffee. My search goes faster with my intuition tuned in to my goal. There he is! I hit the like button and send him a message asking if he would like to meet for a drink this evening.

Mission accomplished I chug the rest of my coffee and head for a shower. Returning to the kitchen I see he has responded, asking if I would like to meet at the Geer St. Garden. I love that place.

I reply as I head out the door to my shop telling him I would love to and that I can be there at 6:30 if that is good for him. His see you there arrives as I pull out of the drive.

Today has seemed to drag on forever. I had customers in right up to closing and I had to shoo Gladys out of the shop. I barely have enough time to make it and traffic is likely to be garbage so I send him a quick message, letting him know I am on my way.

I arrive to find him waiting out front, Sweet Lady he is hot. Those shoulders, I could wrap myself around them. He is thick in the most glorious manner and I am here for it. Unless he is a complete jerk or horrible in bed, a few weeks of him could make the holidays really nice. I don’t usually want to jump right into things. But if we are going to make it look like we have been dating for months then we need to be having sex before mom puts us in my old room.

“Hi! I’m Aria. You must be Ransom.” He has been playing on his phone and looks up, a smile spreading across his face.

“I am. Nice to meet you. I got your message. I am glad you sent it, I would have been worried that I was being cat-fished without it. Dating apps bring about a lot of weird experiences. Ready to go in?”

“I am. I try to stay away from dating apps myself, but I made a short term exception.” I say as he holds the door and we step into a packed house. The host takes our names and asks if we would like to sit at the bar as it will be a forty-five minute wait for a table.

I look at him and shrug, he looks back to the host and tells them we would like that. As we make our way to the bar he saves me from face-planting the floor when some woman shoves her purse under my feet. The woman apologizes but seems insincere. I take a page out of Aunt Kaylynn’s book and whisper an inconvenience curse at her. I won’t get to see the huge zit she is going to have on the end of her nose tomorrow but I’ll know it’s there. We make it to the bar without further incident and I see the lady staring as we sit down. I smile at her and she smiles like she wishes I would fall off my stool. I ask Ransom, “Do you know that woman? She seems to hate me an awful lot for someone I have never met.”

He glances over his shoulder at her, “No I don’t— Wait. Yes I do. She is the really pushy, awful CFO of one of the companies we have been working with. She has been hounding me since the first day I saw her. I’m sorry, she must have seen us coming in and pushed her purse out on purpose.”

“I think she did, but it’s fine. Karma has a way of handling things like that.”

We each order a glass of moscato and we decide on a tray of appetizers. That way, if we don’t click, after the appetizers we can go our separate ways.

He asks me, “So what kind of shop do you run?”

“Oh, I run a witch shop. Spell ingredients, candles, that sort of thing. What is it you do?”

“I am an aerospace engineer which is a fancy way of saying that I work with planes. So are you really a witch?”

“I am. It’s passed down in my family, though not all witches have a family lineage.”

“Nice. So you never had to hide it from your family because they were too.”

“Right. They are all well aware and they spent a lot of my childhood keeping me from hexing the mean girl in my class. I did slip a few giant zits by them though.”

He laughs, “Giant zits? Beautiful. I bet you were a right tornado as a child.”

We talk and laugh our way through the entire appetizer tray. He asks if I would care to stay and have dinner with him, I tell him, “I would very much like that.” His brown eyes get warmer and he excuses himself to speak to the hostess. He comes back and says, she has a table outside if you don’t mind that?”

“That sounds lovely.”

I follow him over to the hostess and she leads us outside. I set my purse down in a chair and dig in it. I find the cash I have hidden in there and grab a ten, “I’ll be right back.” I dash inside and to the bar, find the tip cup and shove the ten in it. The bartender smiles and gives me a thumbs up and I smile back before I head back to our table. Ransom looks puzzled as I sit and I explain, “The bartender wouldn’t have gotten the tip when we pay and I wanted them to get their tip too.”

He smiles wide, “I didn’t think about that. I will remember it going forward.”

I sit and the waitstaff comes over to introduce themselves and ask if we are ready to order. I order the reuben and he orders the burger. We talk and laugh our way through the food. He is smart, funny, good looking, and I think we could definitely get along for at least a few weeks. He pays the check, and I let him. Outside he asks if he can walk me to my car, I tell him yes.

On the way I decide to go ahead and jump in with both feet. “I have a confession to make.”

“Oh no, don’t tell me you’re married.”

“What? No! Nothing like that. Well, not exactly like that. Look, let me spill my story and then you can ask all the questions, ok?”

He agrees and I tell him about Mom. How she is certain that I have been hiding a man from her and how pushy she is about me finding someone. I tell him about my plan to take someone there for the holidays assuming they don’t have plans to be with their family, but after New Years, I would want to go our separate ways because I am not looking to be part of a relationship.

He is silent while I am talking and for a few minutes after. Then he says, “So you want a boyfriend for the holidays to get your mom off your back? And then you want to go your separate ways after the holidays. What will you tell your mom is the reason why you broke up?”

“I haven’t gotten that far yet.” I lean against my car, “I hatched this plan last night after mom laid down her ultimatum.”

“Well, what happens if we really like each other?”

“I could cast a spell to make sure you forget about me. I kind of have to remember so I can tell my mom something when my boyfriend disappears. So um, what do you think? Want to be my holiday boyfriend?”

He leans against my car next to me, “I think yes. But you should know that I don’t think the magic—“

“Oh don’t worry, you don’t have to believe in it for it to work.”

“Well, if you say so. I still think it won’t work on me but I’m willing to take the risk. You are smart and fun and sexy as sin, even if it goes wrong I won’t be sorry to have spent time with you.”

I squeal and jump for joy, “Excellent!” Turning back to him I ask, “So, we have a limited amount of time to appear much more intimate than we are right now. Would you like to come back to my place and practice?”

He reaches for my hands and tugs me up against his body. Looking into my eyes he growls, “I very much would like to visit your place and practice some intimate things. Just to be clear, we are talking about sex?”

His growl sends shivers through my body and make my eyes roll back a little as my hips rock forward ever so slightly, “Yes. Yes I very much am. I definitely am referring to sex.”

He chuckles as he leans in to brush a kiss across my lips and whisper, “I need your address, I want to stop at a store on my way.”

Exhaling a shuddering breath I raise up just enough to kiss him lightly and then step back before I ask him to take me here in the parking lot. Pulling out my phone I say, “I’ll text it to you now.”

I send him the message and he waits as I get in my car, lock the doors, and get it started before he takes off walking at a brisk pace toward his own vehicle.

The whole drive home all I can think about is how nice it felt being pressed up against that smoking hot body of his and how eager I am to do that again without the clothing.

At the house I kick off my shoes and toss my purse into a corner. I run to my bedroom to make sure the bed is made before we destroy it. Looking around I realize my bedroom is something of a mess from getting ready this morning and I use a spell to tidy up a bit. Hopefully he won’t notice the apartment because he is so focused on me, but just in case.

He knocks on the door just as I watch some clothes drop into the hamper. I take a deep breath and force myself to walk to the door. Opening it I see him standing there looking sexy as all get out. I step back and invite him in. He walks in, wrapping himself around me as he does. Nibbling his way along my neck until he freezes an pulls back to see my face. I pout a bit because he stopped, but he says, “I should have asked if you still want this. Do you? We don’t have to do this. I don’t want to force you in any way.”

I groan, “Yes. Yes. Yes. I definitely want you. I want to have sex with you. I really want you to,” I hit the lock on my door and push it closed, “keep nibbling on my neck like you were moments ago.” I tip my head to one side and shove my hair back out of the way, “Right here good sir.” I say as I point.

His slow smile makes me burn as he leans in and begins softly nipping at my neck while his hands follow the curves of my body down to stop cupping my buttocks. He lifts and I wrap my legs around him. I feel his hardness pressing against my entrance and I can’t help but rock my pelvis on it. He moans into my neck, “Where is your bedroom?”

“The doorway with the witch on it.” I pant into his ear as my hands roam his shoulders and back. Goddess, I love a good set of shoulders. He pushes into my bedroom while carrying me like it’s nothing. I slide my legs down his as we get to the bed.

“Wait, I need to do the spell before we do this. Do I have your permission?”

“Yes, as long as we start getting rid of clothing now.”

I smile as I grab the bottom of his t-shirt and pull it up over his head to expose those gorgeous shoulders while I recite the spell. He cooperates by lifting his arms as he cocks his head to one side as though listening to the spell. Interesting. Then his hands are back on me as his lips find mine. He starts bunching my dress in his hands and then pulls it up and over my head, our lips separating briefly.

My dress is tossed off to the floor and my hands go to his pants. My fingers fumble with the buttons and he pushes them out of the way to snatch his pants open himself, freeing an impressive, throbbing erection. While he tugs his pants off I snatch my underthings off and barely wait for him to stand before I am pushing him back on the bed. He throws his hands up when I move to crawl on top of him, “Wait! I didn’t know we were going to go so fast, I need to put the condom on.”

I smile and back away a little, standing just out of reach and running my hands over my body. He is mesmerized and having problems operating the condom. I step forward and gently take the disc from him, placing it at the top of his shaft and slowly rolling it down while he watches and groans with pleasure.

The condom thoroughly applied, I crawl over him to position myself over his manhood. Lining it up with my hot core has him grabbing my hips like a life preserver. I impale myself inch by slow throbbing inch. His hands are clenching my hips now as he struggles to stay still. Reaching the base of his shaft is his breaking point, and mine too. I ride him for all I’m worth and he thrusts with everything he has. Within minutes we have both reached the peak, I grind down on him one more time to hit that spot and fall into ecstasy. My launch sets his off and he slams into me over and over. I fall forward onto his chest and his arms wrap around me, I sigh in contentment. He chuckles.

We separate so he can visit my bathroom and take care of that condom. I snatch the blankets down and slide under them to lay there dozing until he comes back. When he returns I ask him, “Want to sleep here tonight? Maybe see if that can be repeated a little slower next time?”

He laughs and says, “I would very much like that.” I hold up the covers and he slides under saying, “It isn’t usually so ferocious a need as this was, like as soon as we touched it was like fire under my skin.”

“Hmm, me too. It was lovely. Usually it is much less exciting than this. Which is why I would very much like to see if we can repeat it, but slower. For now, I need a nap.”

“Me too.” With that, he settles himself on his back and I snuggle up to his side. He slips and arm around me and we sink into dreamland.

Chapter Three

A few days later…

I have seen Ransom nearly every day since we met up. We seem unable to keep our hands off each other and that worries me a little. But Sweet Lady he is the best lover I have ever had. He is smart, kind, funny, and he is consent conscious in the best way. I love how he always asks and if I say no he is fine. Not that I say no for longer than it takes to finish a task. I want him just as often as he wants me. We are supposed to me up at my place for dinner tonight but I need to message him, I have to do the present shopping for my family for Yule. Gift exchange is part of our holiday tradition because my parents decided a long time ago that they wanted to blend the traditions and make it the best of both worlds for their children. That never changed so we exchange gifts every year without fail. I send him a quick text, letting him know that I need to do that, but he is welcome to come with me and we can grab dinner out.

He replies almost immediately, “Love to, shall I park at your shop and we go in one car?”

“Yes. That would be great. See you soon.”

That taken care of I turn back to the tasks at hand to see how much I can finish before my customers finish their holiday shopping.

He is right on time, arriving at the door to my shop just as I let my last customer of the day out. He walks in and I lock the door behind him. I turn around and we reach for each other. His shoulders are already my favorite place to lay my head. I lean back and we kiss for just a moment. Stepping back with my hands firmly planted on those sexy pecs, I tell him, “I have to cash out the drawer and then we can go.”

He chuckles and says, “Well get to it. You’re making me melt dressed all sexy like that. I have always wondered if a woman counting money would be hot. I guess tonight is the night that I find out.”