Karma (paperback)

ISBN Digital: 978-1-5092-0732-9
ISBN Print: 978-1-5092-0731-2
Page Count: 276
Word Count: 66330
Rating: Spicy (PG13)
MSRP: 15.99

People call me all sorts of names—bad girl, black sheep, and my all-time favorite...Satan’s bride. I could blame the fact I’m a witch for my behavior, but the truth is I’m infuriating, arrogant, and stab-worthy.

Alex Remington is a hunter and everything I’m not—righteous, honest, caring. We used to have a thing, but that was before he learned I’m a witch and tried to kill me.

Eighteen months later, he’s back in my life and we have a deal; I’ll help him save his brother and he’ll disappear from my life for good. But karma can be a real bitch…


Rating: Spicy (PG13)
Page Count: 276
Word Count: 66330
978-1-5092-0731-2  Paperback
978-1-5092-0732-9  Digital


He cocks a brow and laughs. "Are you serious?" he asks, and when I don't answer, he laughs even harder. "Oh God, you are. You can't sincerely believe I want to be seen with a witch. That's crazy, Manda."                                    
Here we go. There's the Alex I've grown to hate. My pulse races. "Of course, we wouldn't want to hurt your reputation," I snarl through gritted teeth. "I'm curious, though. Are your hunter friends okay with the fact you were screwin' a witch?"
He cocks a brow. "I wasn't screwing a witch," he clarifies. "I screwed a girl who lied to me. There's a difference."                                 
Wow. How the hell did we go from I-cheer-you-up-with-cupcakes, to you-were-the- biggest-mistake-of-my-life in the blink of an eye?                         
I'm about to go ballistic on him when he makes a calming gesture. "All right, calm down lil avenger. I didn't mean to hurt you, but working with a witch is against everything a hunter believes. Jesus, I'd never hear the end of it if anyone knew."    
Alex's apologies suck ass. "You're a douchebag, Alex a first-class douchebag."
Knocking the sand off his trousers, he jumps up. "Yeah, you're right. But I'm a douchebag who bought you lemon cupcakes."   
"No," I say as I get up. "You're a douchebag who thinks buying lemon cupcakes justifies being a douchebag."
Alex pulls a pair of sunglasses out of his jacket. "Chicken and egg, Manda."
Stomping away, I yell, "Egg and chicken, Alex."

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