Karma

Published: 05/04/2016










ISBN Digital: 9781509207329
ISBN Print: 9781509207312
Page Count: 276
Word Count: 66330
Rating: Spicy

Drag.Me.To.Hell.Series



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…

Excerpt:

The second I mention Jesse’s name, his aura darkens and his breath quickens. “Do you know where they’re being held?” he asks, trying to keep his voice even.

What kind of question is that? Would I still be sitting here if I did? “No, but—”

“Do you have a name or a description of the guys who have ’em?”

Thinking of the clown mask gives me the chills. “No, I don’t. But—”

“Then there’s nothing we can do today,” he says matter-of-factly.

My jaw drops. How the hell can he be so calm? Right, I almost forgot. Alex didn’t see what they did to Isobelle. What they’re still doing to the other kids. Ignorance really is bliss.

Alex looks up. “Listen,” he says, putting a hand on my thigh. “I want to find them too. God knows I do, but we have to be smart about this. I have a friend here who specializes in Santeria and Voodoo. He might be able to help us.”

A friend, huh? In other words: another hunter.

Crossing my arms, I pout. “You’re delusional if you think I’m going anywhere near another hunter.”

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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