Captivating The Witch

Captivating The Witch
Michele Hauf

Spellbound by attraction…Edamite Thrash is a big, bad, sexy demon overlord with a personal grudge against witches. When fate and a wild, undeniable attraction bind him to Tamatha Bellerose, he must learn how to work as a team to stop a campaign of violence against his kind. But not succumbing to her sensual spell proves infinitely more difficult.Tamatha is enchanted by all things demon, especially the potent demon boss and his dark past. Now, with evil and a centuries-old curse surrounding them, Tamatha’s only hope is that love – and her unpredictable magic – will be strong enough to save them…

The demon kissed her.

And he was still kissing her.

Tamatha backed up against the brick wall and wobbled in her pink leather heels, but he caught her about the waist with a sure and guiding hand— not breaking the incredible, shockingly hot kiss.

This man kissed her like he knew her. Had tasted her lips before. His mouth was firm and demanding, intent. Nothing about him being a demon repelled her. Everything about him made her want to get closer, dive deeper. To study him for more reasons than that he was demon. If she could run her hands over his skin, she would. She must.

She pushed her hands over his shoulders and teased the short, dark hair at the back of his neck. And then she glided up the back of his scalp and forward. Her forefingers glanced over the adamant growths at his temples she suspected were horns. Interesting. And he answered her greedy coax by dashing his tongue against hers and daring her to meet him as he deepened the kiss. Which she did.

MICHELE HAUF has been writing romance, action-adventure and fantasy stories for more than twenty years. France, musketeers, vampires and faeries usually populate her stories. And if Michele followed the adage “write what you know,” all her stories would have snow in them. Fortunately, she steps beyond her comfort zone and writes about countries and creatures she has never seen. Find her on Facebook, Twitter and at www.michelehauf.com (http://www.michelehauf.com).

Captivating the Witch

Michele Hauf

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

Contents

Cover (#u26192219-2303-57ff-a5a4-3eec3a9d0775)

Introduction (#uc8c28d06-3e7e-5d64-b90d-e3ca68d5cd2d)

About the Author (#u25d88b48-6682-5315-a530-56622046b605)

Title Page (#ue8f967dc-31c3-54eb-b9bd-0e380c899f8d)

Chapter 1 (#uba7f8f82-ecf9-539f-a494-1896dc4f6a90)

Chapter 2 (#u993bc039-719c-5a9c-ad77-3e4e4dbcf73b)

Chapter 3 (#u64a6d347-727d-5ab6-ba48-1ec16d0b392c)

Chapter 4 (#u29726ea8-62c9-5392-b488-894cdb458a12)

Chapter 5 (#ua01a44c0-63a4-5b88-8473-6f0b96727781)

Chapter 6 (#u074373ee-bbf8-5fb1-8d3c-21445d471a8f)

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Chapter 1 (#ulink_4fe3a616-4faf-5abe-a6d9-393834a4fb9f)

The evening hours in the Council’s archives were indeterminable from the daylight because the vast archives were located two stories below Parisian ground and formed a labyrinth of rooms, cubbies and hallways over many acres. It was like something out of a fantasy movie with the secret passageways and mysterious decor that might suddenly open to a dark chasm so cold your breath would fog, or a dimly lit library whose ceiling soared many stories high, or instead a small Regency-styled tearoom smelling of lilacs.

And sometimes after the witching hour things started moving.

Nestled in a room filled to the industrial iron-beam rafters with dusty old tomes and spiderwebs, Tamatha Bellerose noticed the thoroughly modern fluorescent lighting flickered. Someone was either accessing a security camera or one of the biometric-scan doors. Probably her boss, Certainly Jones, was on his way to remind her—as he did at least once a week—she didn’t have to work so late.

Tamatha didn’t mind. Since being hired to work in the Archives three months ago, she had been in a witch’s information heaven. While she had been hired for general filing and straightening, it was approved that she would spend time studying as she had mentioned that was her reason for seeking the job. Not a problem for her boss. And when Certainly had suggested she choose one of the messier storage rooms—the one housing all demonic artifacts, texts and accoutrements—she’d been thrilled.

Diabology fascinated her. Her grandmother Lysia (whom she had not the pleasure to know) had been a diabolotrist. The tales told by Tamatha’s mother, Petrina Bellerose, had been enough to stir Tamatha’s curiosity. She wanted to learn everything she could about demons because they were such varied and interesting creatures. And they weren’t all bad, as most people assumed. Their species and assorted breeds were as numerous and diverse as the humans who walked the earth.