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  Find A New Series To Love…

  About the Author

  Other Titles by Erin R Flynn

  A Supernatural Script Inc. Book

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  The ripples of the attack against Soraya Devil keep growing, and after finding the powerful enchanters of her coven were affected and had to be cleansed, she’s at her limit. While the main culprits have been caught and interrogated, the secrets to that magic still elude her, and that means a threat against the people she loves and protects.

  And Soraya isn’t going to let that stand.

  To fix the problems with the angels, the veil, and smack the demons back over the lines they keep crossing, she needs to recover first… But not physically. She’s done that.

  Emotionally and mentally, she’s taken a huge hit with someone breaking through her vast protections and getting to her. She sees that even as someone emotionally stunted and oblivious most days. The problem is what the hell does she do about it while still being the shield all enchanters, supes, and the world needs?

  She doesn’t have a clue, but an old fling she meets at the most random of places at a time she feels like she’s breaking might have the answer she needs.

  Plus, some answers she didn’t even know to ask the questions for.

  The Enchantress is a fast paced ride of sexy fun while balancing the needs of her coven, police investigations, work, supes, and the world that wants so much from her and still trying to move on from her past to find the love we all deserve.

  *This book is part of a series and cannot be read as a standalone. Like all my books, this is not light and fluffy and includes dark themes and events some may find triggering. Reader discretion is advised.

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  “Well, it makes me feel better that she wants to be here even less than we do,” I muttered as I stared at the Chief of Police’s wife. I shot the guy an annoyed look. “You didn’t even tell her? Seriously? I hope you run the police better than that.” I winked at Wendy when she tried to smother a snort. “I like her. We can have dinner with her anytime.”

  “Do I need to even talk?” she teased me.

  “I find it just gets me in trouble most times,” Hunt said with a chuckle, squeezing me to his side to let me know he was truly teasing.

  “You say lots that’s good, pet,” I praised. I nodded when I heard her thoughts. “Yes, it’s a British endearment, but more than that, we didn’t like each other when we met, and I told a wolf shifter to sit, stay, and settle without realizing it so he didn’t interrupt my work. And he did. I always found that endearing, so I call him ‘pet’ a lot and he lets me.”

  “It’s the accent,” he admitted, shrugging when I shot him a surprised look. “I’d let you call me just about anything and thank you, Soraya. I can’t be the only one who’s ever thought you have a lovely voice.”

  I thanked him and did a double take before what I heard upset me. I walked right up to Frank Conard, the new Chief of Police, and grabbed his hand he extended to shake.

  Except I wanted the contact to get more off of him.

  “No, he’s not cheating, Wendy,” I muttered to his wife, her longing to have a relationship like ours when she’d been married for over ten years to this man upsetting her. Especially when she was sure he was cheating on her.

  “Excuse me,” he snapped, yanking his hand away and giving his wife a mixed look. “I can’t believe you would think that of me and around someone who can hear thoughts. I would never cheat on you.”

  I snorted. “One, don’t blame her for her thoughts. Yours aren’t great either. And you would absolutely cheat. You just haven’t yet. You’re tempted and thinking about it all over the place, and she doesn’t deserve that. She’s completely valid to doubt you, so don’t make her feel like she’s crazy.” I winced when Hunt sighed. “Sorry.”

  “You’re apologizing to him?” Chief Conard demanded, not hiding his outrage.

  His wife had another reaction. “Who?”

  I focused on her. “I don’t know. I just saw faces of women.”

  “Multiple women,” she whispered, her tone heartbroken. “Of course, multiple.”

  “I’ve not cheated. I’m just not dead,” Conard snapped. “You look at men too. Don’t act…” He trailed off and cleared his throat, seeming to remember what this was and what he wanted from it.

  Tempers were like that. I knew firsthand since my temper was way worse.

  “Let’s start this again,” he chuckled awkwardly. “This got off on the wrong foot and took a strange turn.” He glanced around and frowned again. “And the restaurant is oddly empty.”

  “Yes, and you wanted it full so everyone could see us eating together and you’d get that boost in popularity and attention you so crave,” I about purred. “Child, welcome to my city and the way things work. You might be the chief of police, but I’ve been in charge of this place since before you were born.”

  “For the record, people think you’re dirty when you say stuff like that,” Hunt muttered under his breath.

  “No one is truly clean, but I’ll put my morals against anyone’s any day of the damn week.” I kissed his cheek and moved over to Wendy, linking our arms. “Now that you know it won’t be a stuffy dinner with people you have to give fake smiles about to please your demanding husband, let’s have some fun. The whole place is closed just for us after all.”

  It was hard not to laugh when Conard cursed in his head. He was actually pretty clean himself but not because he had high morals. He knew doing bad always bit people in the ass later, and he wanted to be squeaky clean so he could go all the way to the top and no one could take him out later.

  So he was clean because he didn’t want to be punished. That wasn’t a moral person in my book but still someone I could work with.

  I’d flatten him if he cheated on his lovely wife though.

  Somehow that was still acceptable and not enough to throw out a future political career. Hell, it seemed a prerequisite most days… As long as they were male. A few females had been forced out for that in recent years.

  The world would never not be sexist.

  “Thank you again for coming, Ms. Devil,” the owner gushed. “We have the entire menu ready for you and—”

  “Don’t hover, darling,” I chuckled as I took the chair Hunt pulled out for me. “It won’t sway me but might annoy me. Let your chef’s work speak for itself and I promise to be fair. Just go have a drink at the bar and know you’ve done your best.”

  “Of course. I was going to introduce each item and—”

  “I’ve already got the menu and notes,” Hunt told him, the gaze he gave the owner saying clearly to back off. It was a good look that the guy didn’t deserve, but we’d had problems with the owners being too much, so now we’d learned to lay the line down first.

  That way we could smack them when they went over it instead of them going over the line and acting like they had no idea they were assholes.

  Sure they didn’t.

  “This wasn’t what we agreed to, Ms. Devil,” Conard said, not sitting yet.

  Hunt moved closer to him and pulled out his chair. “We agreed to have dinner with you after you putting pressure on my bosses and making it known you wanted to get to know one of your new Lieutenants. I am one of yours, but I’m always hers first, so do not disrespect my partner when she took time out of her busy schedule and accepted for me.”

  Wendy blinked at him and then couldn’t hide her shock, focusing on her plate.

  I leaned over and tapped in her view until she looked at me. “I know, right? I wasn’t looking for a partner, but damn if I could keep pushing away someone who was so serious about me and protective.”

  “His love for you is very genuine,” she agreed quietly as jealousy surrou nded her.

  And it must have been enough that it filled Hunt’s nose because he shot her a pitying look. I realized that was part of his attitude towards his boss a few times removed.

  My heart swelled at his next move.

  He leaned in and talked to Conard under his breath. “A mate is a blessing. Yours has a chance to experience something few get to and with all the spoiling Soraya insists on when she hosts anything. Stop thinking of your career and think of your fucking vows to love and cherish her.” And then he sat down, asking if I needed anything.

  “No, I have everything I need, pet,” I said as I reached over and took his hand.

  He chuckled and brought it to his lips. “This place doesn’t have dessert, so not everything you need.”

  “How can a restaurant not have dessert? That’s a damn crime,” I grumbled.

  Wendy burst out laughing, and Conard must have realized this was really how things were happening instead of him getting his press moment and running the show. He might be Hunt’s boss a few times over… But so fucking what?

  Seriously? So what? It wasn’t even the military and Hunt could quit tomorrow with people knowing Conard was the reason and that would leave a mark on him. He needed to be smart. He wasn’t an idiot as the chief of police, but he needed to be smarter. His eyes were bigger than what he could actually handle.

  It happened to the best of us.

  The first of the appetizers was brought out and I knew something was up, shooting Hunt a suspicious look. “Why this place, pet?”

  “I picked something local,” he hedged.

  “Uh-huh. This place is divine and inspired.”

  “It’s amazing,” Conard agreed, his wife nodding as well.

  “Which means they don’t need my approval to help them,” I purred, shooting Hunt a look to spill. “You knew I’d be sold from the first paté and foie gras because they’re not just fancy rich food but amazing reinventions. So why are they willing to shut down for me to taste the menu and give my approval and not charge me as much as possible?”

  Hunt sighed, setting down his fork and leaning back in his chair, moving his hands behind his head and stretching. A slow smile formed on his sexy lips, and I realized I’d been staring at him like he was the next thing I was eating.

  “I used a lot of magic today,” I grumbled, sticking my tongue out at him when he chuckled.

  “I give you the same look every time you cross your legs or pull your foot up on your chair,” he told me.

  “Wonderful, now we’ve confirmed we’re having sex tonight after dinner just like every damn night,” I said easily, ignoring when Conard choked on his bite and Wendy coughed as well. “What don’t you want to tell me about this place?”

  “I don’t want it to influence your decision.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Unless the rest of the food is awful, I’ll give my approval and you can put it—whatever we decided. Spill.”

  “I learned about the place from the station,” he said, nodding when I winced. “Nothing is dirty here, but the chef’s brother is. Apparently, when he was arrested, he was bragging his sister is some big name and would get him out. When she refused to get involved, he told everyone he ran money through here and all kinds of shit.

  “People who were after him came here to hassle her, so patrol was involved a few times, and people don’t want that as part of their fine dining. The place is nothing without her, and that’s why the owner is being so extra and probably panicked since you walked through the door. He needs this to work or he’ll have to fire her to get the stink off his place.”

  “And she made the place, so he’s not an asshole if he doesn’t want to do that,” I muttered. “Plus, he could have a lawsuit later if she got fired for something not her fault.” I smiled at him when he nodded. “So you were a softy and wondered if they were trying to get in with me.”

  He shrugged. “I just want any excuse to see you wear a dress like that for me.”

  “Pet, I lounge around in nothing sometimes because I get distracted and forget to put on clothes. Don’t act like you’re abused.” I made my phone appear and saw Wendy’s mouth fall open. “I have a lot on my plate. Sadly, it’s true and not my way to flirt with him. I forget everything. Constantly.”

  “You do better than you think,” Hunt defended.

  I gave a half shrug and called the front desk. “Darling, could you call the London nest and see if any of them are up? I’d like a conversation and maybe an off-books job for one of them for a bit. Thank you.”

  “I didn’t think of that,” Hunt muttered.

  I shrugged. “I know how posh those gits are, and they would eat this up and sit in the kitchen reading a book to make sure nothing went wrong. A bit of whispers that there was an ancient vampire here dining regularly and only idiots would mess with this place.” I might have said more, but Wendy’s mind was racing.

  The soups and salads came, and the servers outlined what everything was, and luckily they were doing very small portions for the humans. It was even smarter when they asked what they preferred for the main entrée instead of stuffing themselves silly.

  Whereas we would probably need more food after.

  “Why would you have the desire for an ancient vampire to hang out at your job?” I asked Wendy gently when the servers were finished. “You’re married to the head of the Chicago Police Department.”

  “Is something wrong at work?” Conard asked, his voice concerned and genuine. “Why didn’t you tell me something was going on?”

  But not in the way it should have been.

  “Oh, we’re not going to be friends,” I chuckled darkly. “You’re worried not for her safety and well-being, but how it could reflect on you.”

  She snorted. “I’m not surprised. That’s why I didn’t tell you. You want me to quit and be your little clueless wife at home to make friends with politician wives and plan dinners for you.” She turned to face him fully. “I don’t want that. I don’t know how else to say it more clearly so you’ll hear me. I didn’t date a politician. I dated a cop who wanted to do good like I do.”

  “I am a cop. Things change. I still want to do good. I can do more good now as the chief of police and whatever comes next. I’m young. This shouldn’t be the end of the road for me. If you loved me, you’d understand that.”

  Wow.

  Just wow.

  He cleared his throat and realized how much he’d said. “This isn’t the time or place for this. We can talk more at home, and you can tell me what’s—”

  They both let out noises of shock as someone from the front desk appeared with Victor and Rayaz from the London nest. Victor was the leader and someone I’d once thought of like an older brother, but Rayaz I didn’t have much to do with, so I was curious why he was the one to come as well.

  “We were in a meeting,” Victor explained, answering my unasked questions.

  I thanked the enchanter and stood to greet the two vampires. Hunt stood as well and extended his hand to Victor. “Crush his hand like last time and I’ll crush your skull.”

  “It was several times ago,” Victor defended, giving Hunt a normal handshake. “I rather like the pup now. He’s dedicated to you as anyone should be.”

  Hunt wisely didn’t say anything and simply nodded to Rayaz.

  I introduced the couple we were dining with, and the vampires were polite with Wendy but made it clear they didn’t give two shits about Conard. Something he was shocked at.

  He’d live.

  “This mushroom soup is delicious,” I murmured, floored my tastebuds could be set off at once by simply a soup. The servers had brought over chairs for Victor and Rayaz, and I shared my soup with Victor.

  “That’s lovely, but you are biased with how much you love mushrooms,” he muttered. “Why did you ask to see us?”

  “I’m sorry, yes, it’s very late your time,” I muttered. “I’m shocked you were up having a meeting.”

  They shared a look and Victor nodded for Rayaz to go ahead. “We’re getting hassled at night a bit too often now that people know the land is owned by vampires in the spotlight. We put in cameras like your people suggested, and Tommy even helped us install, but the locals seem to give zero fucks. Like misplacing reports we file.”

 

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