The Coven And The Red Moon

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eme. She scanned from the left end of the bar to the right, and there at the end a big, beefy man with a mustache and beard, and long brow

of long hair from her face. She had a six-month-old at home who lately had been keeping her up ni

m not in the market for a-Oh, my

oing to leave

o! C

l terrier sitting beside his owner's table. (Yes, the b

be a creeper." Mira performed a hip swingin

o a soul gaze. Of which, only witches were capable. And no one in town

ey," she

brown hair was tied behind his head and his beard was trimmed neatly to reveal a snow-white smi

o pretty girls and introduce myself." He looked aside briefly, then cast his eyes toward

brewery often. I work here," she said, unable to keep

ot a dancer. Was hoping you woul

d been in her zone. And some nights a girl just wanted to be with herself. Maybe she should reinforce her white light. She always w

rrupting her thoughts. "I think I'm out

o, w

rl, and the guy was cute. What

know." She didn't need the break, but again, the man was a tall orde

ing she was wearing the heels. But she still came up a head or two shorter than him. He wore a soft blue-and-green flannel shirt opened to reveal a plain white T-shirt beneath. And

could

the high table. Hey, she was five-two on a good day. Here at the back

acs,"

Wha

is dimpled smile was accompa

lled lilacs, then... "Oh. I was in the garden this afternoon. That must be what

A familiar sce

realized what an idiot she'd sounded like. "Uh,

get yo

and made the pouring signal for another beer. "I work here. Not right now.

es make exc

wed that oatmeal st

nice and

as the band kicked into a rousing '80s tune that everyon

" He tilted back the drink and offered

And she did want to get to know him better. Because why not? He was sexy and n

, Iva

icially Iva

vian name, if I've ever h

uri

, Mir

inced then, as if thinking of something he'd forgotten. He shook the sudden lost moment aw

She thrust up her h

more firmly, and the heat of their connection gave her a shiver. One of those really good, how-could-a

It was the same feeling she got whenever the Saint-Pierre brothers stopped into

She was a water witch and spent a lot of time in nature working with streams, ponds, lakes an

nimal vibe. Could he be? Oh, mercy, he wasn

c scent was familiar to him-w

and sailed off before Mira could grab her as an anchor. Something to hold her down so she didn't float to

r logo, a sexy witch casting a spell over a foamy brew. "So, Ivan, uh...what can yo

on the table. She wanted to touch him once more. Just to be sure that what she'd felt was real. "I live out past Oak Grove. I come t