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

Fucking demons.

His brothers were currently looking into what factions were brewing in this region, which was a good thing, but Denn had been hiding something from him this morning. That had him worried. He’d thought about pushing him on it, but hadn’t had time. He and Jessie needed to get out of New Orleans, and fast. He doubted either of them was ready to take on an army.

Crossing the Lake Pontchartrain Causeway, they quickly left the city limits of New Orleans, headed for the middle of nowhere. They drove in silence as the empty road and occasional car went by them until he heard a stomach growl that had to have come from Jessie.

“Are you hungry again?”

She nodded her head. “A little, but I’m fine. I’ve gotten used to living on very little.”

His stomach heaved at that thought. If he wasn’t careful his imagination would run wild with possibilities of just what she’d endured. “Once we get settled in a safe place, you’re going to have to tell me exactly what happened to you back there.”

“It’s over, Noah, we need to just let it go.”

“Uh-uh, cherie, it’s far from over. In fact, we likely have a long, tough road in front of us.”

“What do you mean?” She looked confused.

“According to my brothers, Uncle Scott has quite a plan brewing. Something else we are going to have to discuss soon enough.”

She shifted closer to him in her seat. “Why not tell me now? I think we have time.”

“Not yet, Jessie, for now I have to stay alert and focus on getting us away from here safely.”

She crossed her arms against her chest, pushing her breasts up and against the already tight fabric. His mouth watered when he saw her peaked nipples poke against the shirt. The pouty look on her face only inflamed him further, challenging him to take her over his knee and teach her a lesson or two. He loved the lure of a woman with an independent streak and Jessie was just his type—it’s what had drawn him to her in the first place.

For years he’d pursued meek and submissive women for his darker tastes, but Jessie had taught him the sweeter pleasure of submission with spirit. Despite her lack of enthusiasm toward his lifestyle, she’d responded immediately and with such intensity he’d thought his heat would combust them both. As it turned out they’d both been surprised with each other’s response. Their time together had been hot and brief, and her ultimate disappearance had driven him mad for a while. His pride prevented him from searching for her, so instead he’d indulged himself in every vice he could to forget about her. Work, sex, tequila and eventually he’d moved on. Until he answered his brother’s call.

He was so tired of hearing about the family prophecy bullshit. He’d never bought into the drivel their uncle force-fed them as boys, and now that the missing pieces had conveniently been located he wasn’t surprised that the bastard had been lying to them all along. He believed in his brothers, though, but he knew from experience that the right woman could completely impair any man’s judgment.

His turn was coming up. Noah swiveled his head to make sure no one was in his blind spot or anywhere at all. The dirt road he sought was partially covered by vegetation and couldn’t be spotted by most people, so he didn’t want any witnesses seeing them go off the main road. With no sign of people, he turned toward the bushes and waved his hand in front of them. From the corner of his eye he watched Jessie’s eyes get big as the overgrown bushes raised enough to reveal the road in front of them and allow his truck to pass through.

“What the hell?”

“Don’t look so surprised. You’ve known I was a witch for a long time.”

“I know, but I’ve only seen you manipulate heat and fire. Not move objects at will.”

“Not really a big deal to use the heat in the air to push some things around.”

* * *

She sat silently for a moment as he maneuvered the truck through the uneven terrain to the smooth dirt road beyond and considered him. She, like most people in their part of the world, had heard plenty of rumors about the Scott brothers. But even with their brief love affair he’d kept his magick use to a minimum around her. Oh, she knew how closely he held onto the dark power inside him, she’d touched it many times, she just hadn’t realized how much he probably used it.

That kind of magick couldn’t be wielded by humans without some serious repercussions or after effects, not even born witches. Unlike her, their magick could come from two different sources: the good or the bad. She didn’t really like using the terms light or dark—that just sounded so Hollywood. Let’s face it, it’s either good or evil, she thought. Trying to walk a path using both, or what many witches referred to as grey magick, was often a little like killing someone for their own good. In the end you’re just kidding yourself about doing the right thing.

Lost in her thoughts, Jessie jerked forward in her seat when the SUV came to a quick and sudden stop. She glanced out the window to see they’d parked in front of a small, dilapidated wooden shack. What the hell? The place looked like it should be condemned. Surely this wasn’t where they’d be staying.

“Where are we?”

“The middle of nowhere. Which is exactly where we need to be.”

He stomach sank. “We’re staying here?” He must have read the sheer horror of that in her face because he laughed. Not a quick snort or momentary chuckle. He outright started to laugh his ass off as he opened his door and got out. She opened her own door and joined him in front of the truck.

“What’s wrong, Jessie, you aren’t impressed with my place?”

“You live here?”

“Sometimes. Stay here for a second, I’ve got to get the truck stashed.”

As Noah jumped back in