Witch Bound by Eleri Stone
Raquel Lindgren knows what her future holds. An arranged marriage. A new home in Ragnarok, Iowa, with another clan of refugees from Asgard. She should be happy. But there’s a mental block preventing her from tapping in to her true abilities as a witch. And she’s more attracted to the best man than she is to the groom…
Fen can’t believe he’s falling for his best friend’s future wife. As a hound, a wolf shifter, his duty lies with the pack. He’s seen too many hounds destroyed by love, and he’s sworn never to take a mate, never to have children of his own. He can’t deny his desire for Raquel, but she deserves more than he can offer her.
Raquel’s been raised to trust in magic, her clan and her destiny. But when a vengeful demon threatens to break out of Asgard and destroy the clan, Raquel learns she must trust in love if she is to take the future into her own hands.
She shifted closer to examine the drawing. The scent of sunshine and magic surrounded him. Her hair brushed his ear. Her breast, full and tempting, gave slightly when she leaned against him. He closed his eyes and set the notepad down on his leg so she wouldn’t notice the tremble in his hand. “That line—” she pointed, “—there’s too much of a curve to it. It needs to be straight.”
He corrected it as she studied the rest. He wished she’d move away. He could do this for her. The tattoo, he’d help her with that. Hopefully, it would do what she wanted it to. She could replace the wards herself and take her place as clan witch, take her place as Christian’s wife. Fen knew she felt the need to prove herself. Like a cracked pot that needed to be glued back together. There was nothing wrong with her so far as he could see. She let other people tie her up with their expectations, tie her into knots, just like Christian had always done to win his father’s approval.
She didn’t need to be fixed. Neither had Christian. Maybe the two of them could…help each other see that. They’d marry, heal. Be happy.
Fen very badly wanted them both to be happy.
“Can I overlap the runes? Or join them?”
She hesitated. “Best not. I’m not exactly sure what that would do. It might strengthen them, but it could create an entirely new effect that we don’t want.”
He nodded and adjusted a line or two. He held it up. “What do you think?”
She sat next to him on the carpet, her knee bumping against his, and rolled up her shirtsleeve. “Let’s do it.”
“Why not? I need to know. I won’t do anything hard. I’ll…I’ll reheat the pizza. I could practically manage that now without any help.”
He hesitated, considered the set of her shoulders and the mulish glint to her eyes. “You’re drunk.”
She straightened and gave him her best sober look, which wouldn’t have fooled a second grader. He sighed. There wasn’t much danger in this. He was using washable marker for the test run and could disable the runes with a single swipe from the damp rag on the table.
“Okay, give me your hand.”
She leaned over to set her forearm on the table but he grabbed it instead, pulling it across his lap. She inhaled sharply and he looked up at her, but she stared at her arm. A blush slowly crept up her neck. He could feel the flutter of her pulse through her wrist. He would have noticed her reaction to his touch even if he hadn’t been able to scent it on her skin. Arousal. It hit him hard. Unrequited lust was one thing. This was a whole ’nother level of hell.
He tightened his grip and bent his head, focused his attention on the art. It was a simple design but important to get the runes exactly right. It would be easy to write a curse onto a person if you didn’t know what you were doing. He hoped to hell they knew what they were doing.
He could see the veins clearly through her fair skin. She had freckles everywhere, across her nose and forehead, on the tops of the lovely breasts he shouldn’t ever have noticed. There were no freckles on the inside of her arm, only soft skin and delicate, fascinatingly feminine musculature. A wrist so narrow he could snap it by flexing his hand and a pulse that raced beneath his fingertips. If she’d set out to purposefully torture him, she couldn’t have done better.
Q: Tell our readers why you think they’ll enjoy Witch Bound
A: Witch Bound is about modern-day Vikings living in the American Midwest. It will appeal to fans of Norse demigods, virgin shapeshifters, witches with performance issues and sword-wielding warriors.
Q: You may have noticed we like to include our favorite quote in our reviews of the books we read. What is your favorite quote from Witch Bound?
A: My favorite quote from Witch Bound is:
“When you decide to take down walls, you go right for the dynamite, don’t you?”
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