Hecate's Own

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Zachary Beckett has been a screw-up most of his life, but he's finally done something right. He saved his brother's life at
great personal cost, and now he's on his way to Cleveland to train as a witch. There he meets Johra Yashodar, a teacher
with the belief that Zach is still a screw-up. It isn't long before Zach realizes he's hot for teacher.

Jo has never met someone like Zachary Beckett. His blue eyes haunt her, his body is made for sin and his magic... well.
The less said about that the better. He's the worst witch she's ever met, bar none. But Jo is determined to help him, and
to do that she'll fight the attraction she feels towards him tooth and nail.

But things aren't always what they seem, and when Zach realizes he's under a hex he comes into his own... as one of
Hecate's Own. Chosen by the Goddess Herself to fight evil, it's up to Zach and his brothers to save Jo from a fate worse
than death.

Read an Excerpt from Hecate's Own:

“Beckett.”

Zach winced and kept his eyes on the Prince. The man looked vaguely curious as he stared at the great wooden chair
where he normally held court. The rich scent of chocolate filled the air, drowning out the sandalwood incense the
Princess had been burning. The Prince stood across from his throne, arms crossed over his chest, his expression calm.

Zach was feeling anything but.

“Can you explain that to me, please?”

Zach blew out his breath and prayed he didn’t look as nervous as he felt. He’d seriously screwed the pooch and he
knew it. “I was hungry?”

Prince Roland Malinborn, ruler of the Witch Court and the most powerful magic man in Cleveland, turned to him. “So you
turned the carved white oak on the back of my throne, the ancient symbol of the Witch Prince, into a green M&M?”

He resisted the urge to cover his eyes. He was pretty sure his cheeks were bright red. “The lesson was to focus on what
you wanted right at that moment and bring it into being.” And hadn’t it been humiliating to fuck that spell up in front of
ten year olds?

“That’s just wrong, Zach.” The Witch Prince shook his head. “It has a face.”

“The strappy heels are kind of cute.” Princess Arianna tilted her head, the grin Zach knew she’d been fighting finally
making an appearance.

“Not. Helping.” Prince Roland sighed. “Fix it, Beckett.”

He stared, horrified, at the Prince. “Are you sure you want me to do that?”

The Prince stared back. “Good point.” He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. “Send Jo up, please.”

Aw crap. Jo was going to give him hell. And from the look on Prince Roland’s face he was going to have Zach’s ass stilled,
his magic silenced forever.

Just like at home, he seemed to screw up every spell he tried. But instead of fizzling and dying out with a whimper, here
his spells tended to blow up in his face.

The local “Elk Lodge” served the witches well, giving the Prince a centralized court without building an obvious palace. It
was also a source of occasional revenue. Actual magic performed during a wedding ceremony would more than likely
freak any normal wedding hall proprietor the hell out. So the rulers of the Witch Court allowed magic families to rent
certain rooms for functions and used the space themselves for their own holiday balls and special court functions.
Zach kind of liked the place, even if the location sucked ass. He missed being out in the open air. Maybe he could come
and visit occasionally, like once every ten years or so? Prince Roland might even begin to forget he existed.

“Sire!”

The Prince’s right-hand man come running into the hall and stopped, panting, in front of the Prince. “Yes, Tennison?”

Tennison bowed. “The mosaic, sire, in the hallway out front! It’s–”

“M&M’s?” The Prince was going to grind his teeth to dust if he kept that up.

The Prince’s face was cherry red. He was going to have an aneurysm if Zach didn’t fix this. “Sorry?”

It didn’t help his case when Princess Arianna broke out in giggles.

“Dear Goddess, Beckett. What have you done now?”

It wasn’t right, and it certainly wasn’t fair. There was no way Fate would be so cruel to him, but there it was. He was in
more trouble than he ever remembered being. The Prince looked ready to have him stripped of his powers. The Princess
looked ready to adopt him, which would only serve to piss off the Prince and Zach’s mother, a situation he strove to avoid
at all costs.

He was about to topple over from sheer unrequited lust.

He turned to look at the object of his obsession. Her dark hair brushed her shoulders. Jo’s deep brown eyes seemed to
bore right to the core of him. Full lips curled in a half-smile, the disdain he knew, knew she felt for him hidden for the
benefit of the Prince and Princess. Johra Yashodhar had faced better men than him and left them weeping and broken
in her high-heeled dust. She was an exotic orchid to his mangy wolf.

God, he wanted her. How could he not?

But she used the fact that she was two years older than him as a barrier to any intimacy, even friendship. She claimed
him as her student and treated him like one of the kids. He’d been watching her the entire time he’d been at court,
lusted after her more and more since she started teaching him.

She viewed him as an issue that needed to be dealt with.

Zach was about to lose his god damn mind. Unless he managed to figure out a way to become a sterling example of
witchhood he was going to wind up forever watching her walk away from him.

Hecate's Own
Heart's Desire Book 2
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Lenght: Novel

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