This Strange Witchery
The last thing he wanted……was to fall for a witchAll Torsten Rindle wants is to be normal. As soon as he completes his last job, he’s done with the supernatural. Then Melissande Jones sashays into his life, and Tor finds that he can’t resist this sultry sorceress. He might be able to protect her from vampires and zombies, but can he leave the paranormal world behind after Mel has bewitched him?
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The last thing he wanted...
...was to fall for a witch
All Torsten Rindle wants is to be normal. As soon as he completes his last job, heâs done with the supernatural. Then Melissande Jones sashays into his life, and Tor finds that he canât resist this sultry sorceress. He might be able to protect her from vampires and zombies, but can he leave the paranormal world behind after Mel has bewitched him?
MICHELE HAUF is a USA TODAY bestselling author who has been writing romance, action-adventure and fantasy stories for more than twenty years. France, musketeers, vampires and faeries usually feature in her stories. And if Michele followed the adage âwrite what you know,â all her stories would have snow in them. Fortunately, she steps beyond her comfort zone and writes about countries and creatures she has never seen. Find her on Facebook, Twitter and at michelehauf.com.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-08220-4
THIS STRANGE WITCHERY
© 2018 Michele Hauf
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Hereâs to you, Weirdo.
Contents
The key to disposing of a werewolf body was to get the flames burning quickly, yet to keep them as contained as possible. Torsten Rindle had been doing cleaner work for close to ten years. When a call came in about a dead paranormal found or deposited somewhere in Paris, he moved swiftly. Discreet cleanup was one of his many trades. Media spin was a talent heâd mastered for whenever he was too late to clean up and a human had stumbled upon the dead werewolf. He also dallied with protection work and the occasional vampire hunt.
It was good for a man to keep his business options fluid and to always expand his skills list. And if he had to choose a title for what he did, heâd go with Secret Keeper.
But some days...
Tor shook his head as the blue-red flames burned the furry body to ash before him. The use of eucalyptus in the mix masked the smell of burning dog. For the most part. The creature had been rabid, eluding the slayer until it had gotten trapped down a narrow alleyway that had ended in a brick wall. The slayer had taken it out not twenty minutes earlier, and then had immediately called Tor.
Those in the know carried Torâs number. He was always the first choice when it came to keeping secrets from humans.
Thankful this had been an old wolfâwerewolves shifted back to human form after death; the older ones took much longer, sometimes hoursâso he hadnât needed to deal with it in human form, Tor swiped a rubber-gloved hand over an itch on his cheek. Then he remembered the werewolf blood heâd touched.
Bollocks.
