Eliza Gayle Witch Bundle (paranormal romance) Eliza Gayle (moboreader TXT) 📖

death of him. Hell, she was afraid of him. Not that they didn’t have good reason for their feelings. He had a habit of doling out pretty severe punishments every time one of the witches failed any of his missions. Failure wasn’t an option, and luckily they were the best at what they did—the loss of a target was extremely rare amongst them.

As she slipped the warm athletic socks onto her feet, she stopped. Would being in the house with one of the twins outweigh the fact that another had bested her? Would her failure this time finally be the last straw he’d been threatening for a good long time? A chill swept through her. She shook her head. It didn’t do a bit of good to think like that. She had a job to do and it’s what she needed to focus on. Getting out of here any which way she could. Raven hesitated at the door and listened intently. There was nothing she wasn’t willing to do to reach her objective. Nothing.

She quietly turned the knob, hoping the room outside would be empty so she could continue her reconnaissance around the house. If she couldn’t leave then she’d spend some time learning everything she could. Easing her body between a small opening in the door, she stopped in her tracks. Both Jake and Denn stood across the room, deep in conversation. She couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, but Jake’s hand rested on Denn’s shoulder, caressing the spot in a rather intimate way.

Oh my Goddess, are they? She stood transfixed, curious about the familiar way their bodies angled into each other. Lean muscle against dark brawn. She could almost picture their lips touching, hands roaming…Oh, my. Not wanting them to see her, she quickly eased back through the opening and pulled the door closed with little sound. She leaned forward and rested her forehead on the door.

Were Denn and Jake lovers? She thought hard about the implications of that information and figured there had to be a way to take advantage of it, but all she could focus on was the two of them standing so close to one another. If Jake had leaned slightly forward his lips would have been touching Denn’s. She groaned at the image. What would it be like to watch the two of them together? Her pussy pulsed at the thought of the two men pressed up against each other, one dominating the other. Holy fucking hell. What the hell was in that lotion that Jake rubbed on her?

Raven began to doubt what she had seen. More than likely her brain was fried from her ordeal and she’d imagined more than what was really there. Obviously the two of them were close friends. Seeing them as friends was easy, imagining them as lovers was quite a leap from a slight shoulder rub. Get a grip, Raven.

First, she pulled herself upright and forced herself to think about the Reverend and what he would do when he found her. She had to stay strong and focus on her job. She didn’t want them to know she’d seen anything so she shuffled around the door, even knocking into it a couple of times so the men would hear her coming this time. There’d be another chance to look around the house, she was sure of it.

Walking from the bathroom, she found Jake and Denn standing side by side, watching her entrance carefully. Their quiet moment was gone, and now it was her turn to be scrutinized. She stood there in her oversized clothing with the two men staring so intensely at her, she wondered if they could see through them. Goddess now she was just being silly. So why exactly was moisture gathering between her legs?

“You hungry?” Jake smiled at her.

He had no idea. “Yeah, I could eat,” she whispered, praying they wouldn’t notice the arousal roughened tone of her voice. Two seconds later, her stomach growled.

“That’s some answer. How about I cook us something?” Jake grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the door. “Cajun food is my new specialty. Got any favorites?”

She shot a look at Denn who simply shrugged his shoulders. She was on her own.

* * *

"It’s about time you showed up. You have kept me waiting for almost an hour. Considering your already tenuous situation, do you really think that was a good idea?”

Jake looked at the pompous older man now sitting across from him in the little street café. It was easy to see he was related to Denn. They had the same dark hair, similar build and a bump on his nose that nearly matched the one his lover had. Inside they couldn’t be more night and day. This man possessed a black heart from hell, although he hid it well from the public behind his religion. How the hell did he ever think it was a good idea to get hooked up with such a crooked man, and a Reverend at that? Well, it wasn’t as if he’d had a choice.

“My delay couldn’t be avoided. I have to be extra cautious these days. Your bounty hunter has more than complicated things lately.” He watched Scott’s eyes narrow at him over the mention of Raven, his hunter.

“Yes, about her. Why have I not received any reports on her status lately? Has she recovered yet? What is that nasty nephew of mine doing to her these days? It’s hard to believe the infamous healer Dennison Scott can’t help her.”

“You know, he actually does have a remarkable ability with his potions. I’ve seen him cure some things everyone was certain could not be cured, help people in hopeless situations. You ever think you don’t give him enough credit?”

“Jake, you’re not going soft on me, are you? Don’t tell me he’s starting to fool you too with all of his do-gooder nonsense.” Scott raked a sharpened nail across the table, menace dripping from his voice. “It would be