Title: Boy Meets Witch
Author: G.A. Rael
Hosted by: Ultimate Fantasy Book Tours
Harper Adams is a witch on the run–from her past as a faith healer turned accidental arsonist, and from the power she’s kept locked away her whole life. She thinks she’s finally found a place she can settle down and call home in the picturesque town of Cold Creek, Vermont, but a mysterious white cat who may or may not be bent on taking the curvaceous witch’s soul has other plans. Harper’s compassion gets the best of her and earns her an unwanted reputation as the town miracle worker as well as the ire of sexy veterinarian and militant atheist, Darren St. Clair.
Cold Creek’s residents have a few supernatural secrets of their own, and Harper will have to face the destiny that led her to the last place a witch in hiding needs to be–that is, if Darren doesn’t have her chased out of town with a pitchfork-wielding mob before she gets the chance.
Darren looked around the mostly neat apartment, save for a few potted plants on the counter and table. The holly had been fitted with a splint on one of its branches. “It looks like a plant hospital in here.”
“It kind of is. Some of them didn’t fare too well after the fall, but I couldn’t bear to throw them away without at least giving them a chance.”
“Don’t you have some kind of cure-all for that?” he asked. She could tell he was just humoring her, but he put on a good show.
“Plants are delicate,” she said, caressing the leaves of the holly. “Tinctures and medicine can only do so much. Even if you can physically keep them alive, that doesn’t mean their soul is intact. Sometimes all you can do is wrap the broken pieces and hope they find a way to knit themselves back together.”
“Plants sound a lot like people,” he said, coming to stand in front of her on the other side of the counter.
Harper looked up at him and swallowed hard. Suddenly she understood then why she’d been trying so hard to avoid him. It wasn’t that she was afraid of him but of the way he made her feel. “I’ve never thought we were so different from them,” she admitted softly.
When Darren’s hand pressed against her cheek, she let out a trembling sigh. “I’m sorry about the other night,” he began. “I never meant to make you uncomfortable. I certainly didn’t want you to feel like you had to tiptoe around me in your own home.”
“Darren, that’s not it,” she said quickly. “When you kissed me, I wasn’t sure what to make of it. I thought–well, I don’t know what I thought. I guess I was just overwhelmed.”
He frowned. “Don’t tell me– Harper, that wasn’t your first kiss, was it?”
Her face warmed at the incredulity in his tone. She wanted to lie but knew that her blush would only betray her if her poor deceptive skills missed the chance.
“Holy shit,” he murmured, almost under his breath.
“You said it.”
“Why didn’t you say something?”
“What was there to say? It’s humiliating to be my age and never have even kissed a guy.”
“What? No, it’s not. There’s nothing wrong with it, I’m just sorry you wasted your first with me,” he said in a sullen tone.
“It wasn’t a waste,” she insisted. “It was wonderful, actually. Like I said, I just got a little overwhelmed. I wasn’t sure what to do when I ran into you next.”
“And now that you’ve run into me?”
Harper smiled, taking a step closer. “Now I know exactly what to do,” she said, draping her arms around his neck. Darren was tall enough that she had to look up at him but not so tall that she couldn’t reach him without standing on her toes. Before she could let her common sense get the best of her, and before the bewildered look on his face could turn into something else, she closed the distance between them and pressed her lips against his.
They were every bit as warm and wonderful as she remembered. Maybe even more so.
Once the shock wore off, Darren returned the kiss and his strong hands settled on her waist. She let out a surprised yelp when he lifted her onto the counter without breaking the kiss, but she opened her legs enough to allow his body to close the space between them.
His lips pressed gently against hers at first, but soon his tongue moved over them as if requesting entrance. Her lips parted instinctively to grant it and she found his taste sweet and smoky. Harper had never been to a school dance or had a late-night makeout session in the back of a boy’s car, but in that moment, she felt exactly like all those girls in the movies. The ones who let themselves get lured in by the good looks and smoky kisses of the black-leather-jacket-wearing, rebel-without-a-cause bad boy. It was in that moment that she understood, after years of yelling at “those girls” for being so naïve and careless, just why the bad boy always got the girl.
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