Spell Weaver's Embrace

Paranormal Witch Romance

He tried to kick me out of the beach house we both accidentally rented. So I hexed his sheets and slept with him instead.

He’s rich, rude, stupidly hot—and the walking embodiment of everything I hate.
So of course we’re forced to share a beach house.

One week in and I’ve hexed his towels, he’s threatened to evict me, and we’ve had kitchen-counter sex so good I forgot my own name.

He’s infuriating. Arrogant. Impossible to ignore.
But then he brings me coffee just the way I like it.

He says my laugh makes the house feel like home.
And when my magic slips—he doesn’t run.

He holds me like I’m something worth protecting.

Now I’m falling for a man who doesn’t even know witches are real—let alone that I’m the secret heir to a coven that wants me dead.

If I stay, I’ll drag him into a war he can’t win.

But if I leave, I’ll lose the only man who ever made me feel like I belong.