A vengeful fantasy standalone romance perfect for fans of Serpent & Dove
I’d never particularly liked humans, but I’d never wanted to kill one. Until now.
Hidden in a kingdom that hates witches, I’m forced to hide what I am. With my sister working in a secret dark magic club, and our family’s shop gaining unwanted attention, things couldn’t be worse when the notorious witch hunter, Damian Shaw, comes to town.
When my sister shows up dead, and my family’s name is called into question, we’re forced to adopt new aliases and leave the home we cherished. As I watch my life fall apart, I vow to destroy the hunter responsible, but his punishment would not be swift. Death was too easy.
Redforest is a quaint town, with a church, pretty shops, and people who despise witches. When my family and I move in, I set my sights on the Shaw family, quickly learning everything I can about them. Damian’s son, Elijah, is the hunter’s greatest pride. His heir. His confidante. The only family he trusts.
I come up with a plan. I am going to shatter every good thing in Damian’s life, starting with his son. My goal: make Elijah Shaw fall in love with me, turn him against his father, and ruin everything in his life from the inside out.
With my family and heart on the line I must be careful, or I may end up becoming the same monster I am trying to kill.
Heart of a Witch had over 300 preorders on Amazon and released on December 14th. It has had excellent reviews and rating over Amazon and Goodsreads and currently has 47 reviews on Amazon and 170 on Goodreads. It remains popular on Instagram.
I closed my eyes. I pushed Ember from my mind, filling it instead with the witch hunter. The townspeople. The club owners, but they were already dead. A quick fate, really. For centuries, witches had been demonized, but like humans, there was good and bad in all of us, and Ember was good. She trusted humans. She gave to charity and tried to do and say the right thing. She danced around people’s feelings, careful not to hurt them. She and I couldn’t have been more different, but I loved her for it. She was the light I didn’t have, but they’d killed her. They had squashed her light as if it were nothing, and they had been left only with darkness. Me.
I gripped the edges of the sunken bathtub. Fury clouded my vision, and my nostrils flared as every injustice suddenly felt like a mountain collapsing on top of me. I’d let too much slide over the years, and it had cost us everything. I let what happened to our cousin go. I hadn’t fought back. I’d never fought against the hunters or anyone who demonized us.
If humans wanted to believe us evil, then I would become precisely that. If they wanted darkness, I’d shroud them in it until they choked. If the hunter wanted another reason to hate witches, I would be that, for him, because in his vengeance against us, he’d turned me into his own personal poison.
I sat in the bathtub, plotting, planning until the water turned cold and pale-blue light filtered through the window.
I wouldn’t kill him straight away like he had her. Instead, I’d destroy him from the inside out. Death was going to come for him eventually, but I wanted to ensure he’d be begging for it when it did.
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Portuguese
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Deise Costa
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