Today, today, my book comes out today! Today there will be no more damn waaaaait! That’s right, folks, book TWO of the Philadelphia Coven Chronicles, Scrying for Summer, is out with Loose Id! Get your copy here!
Massive thanks to my fantastic editor Tamzin who sailed through this whole thing with me! Triple the thanks to Casey and Rob who beta-read this for me and helped me shape it into what you’re about to read! And so many thanks to everyone who’s sharing in the excitement with me today!
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Jev was looking for an adventure, however she wanted the usual variety of stomping out nasty fae in the city as an enforcer of the Philly Coven. Instead, handsome as sin Liam O’Reilly shows up on her doorstep dropping news of the worst organization of fae they’d dealt with on the rise again. Except, he’s a traitor, an asshole, and the absolute last person she wants to work with.
However, the longer they work together, the more the fire between them burns, turning from rage and irritation into something primal. And as she gets to know the real Liam O’Reilly behind the charming smiles and sexy lines, he becomes so much deadlier. Because the protective, self-sacrificing man underneath his facade is just the sort she could fall for.
Liam stepped away from her desk and crossed his arms as he waited for Jev to respond, the silence setting his nerves aflame. The entire Coven building gave him the jitters—too much magic brewing in this place, and as he strode through he’d garnered more than a couple nasty gazes. Not like he hadn’t earned them. Anyone who knew his past discretions already juried him as a screwup. He couldn’t help but notice the steel in her gaze as the girl with the brilliant mind weighed her options. Since he’d last seen her, she’d changed her hair to a lush cerulean that even in the yellowed light of the library shone like a jewel.
Jev hissed out a breath, and her fingertips curled around the edge of the large book she clutched. Her full lips pursed as she met his gaze, a resigned and more than a little irritated look in her own.
“Fine, consider me baited.” She glared at him before using the desk to push herself up. “Spill.”
Liam shook his head, casting a glance around the spacious room. Jev had earned his trust through the blood of battle even if she hated his guts. However, the entire Coven of witches didn’t need to overhear the information he had to discuss. “Not here.”
Her brow quirked up. “Yeah, because I’m going to just follow you to a dark alley where you can kidnap and murder me?”
The comment hit him like a blow to the gut, but he didn’t let it show. After all, he’d had years of experience playing a part, and the cruel and unaffected act had become a specialty. “Pick a public place, and we’ll go.” Even here in the library, where the books far outnumbered the witches present, the press of gazes made him uneasy. He spent years with no allies, watching his every move and every phrase until paranoia had sunk into his veins.
“Diner up the street. The owner’s a friend of mine, so if you decide to pull any hinky shit, not only will I kick your ass, but he will too.” She bent down to loop her messenger bag around her shoulder before tapping a finger on the desk. “No time like the present.”
Liam blinked in surprise at her quick-as-a-breeze pace, but rather than commenting, he jammed his hands into his pockets and gave her a nod. As they strode up the steps of the library, their footsteps echoing throughout the cavernous place, he cast a glance her way. “You know, if I was planning on ‘pulling hinky shit,’ I’d hope I was intelligent enough to nab you outside your home or something rather than escorting you out of your workplace with hundreds of dangerous witnesses.”
Jev let out a snort. “The jury’s still out on your level of intellect. After all, you signed up with Evil Incorporated in the first place.”
He shook his head, letting out a slow sigh. “Why the hell did I go to the most stubborn, infuriating woman on the planet for help? Of course you won’t listen when it’s not your damn fight.” His eyes flashed as he met her gaze, but she didn’t back down or look away.
“Part of my charm,” Jev threw back, adding in an impudent smile for extra effect. Her blood boiled as she challenged him, but there was no way in hell she’d get sent packing the second a little trouble reared. The humid air between them charged with tension as they stared at each other, neither willing to look away.
He reached forward, but before she could react, his hand gripped the back of her neck, and his lips pressed against hers. The scent of motor oil and cedar surrounded her, and the rough scrape of his mouth sent her senses reeling as sparks traveled to her fingertips. Her body responded before her mind caught up as she pressed against him, her tongue darting into his mouth to taste coffee and sweetness. His fingertips wandered up as he laced them through her hair, a sensation that made her shiver.
She should’ve been on alert after all the Unseelie they’d run into today, yet here she stood on a street corner kissing the hell out of the once-traitor, Liam O’Reilly.
He broke away first, a smirk on his lips that sent her temperature rising in the wanting-to-sling punches way. “Since you’re so determined to help, see you bright and early, babe.”
Without another word, he jammed his hands into his cargo pockets and slunk down the road, heading in a different direction than her apartment. Confusion reigned havoc on her senses as she stood there, hands balled into fists and still blinking at what had just happened. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips still tingled, but already the man had managed to enflame her temper yet again. She’d thought she had him pegged, but every time they interacted, he pulled out some different facet that made her question her preexisting view of him.
One thing was for sure, Liam made her crazy in a way few men could manage.