Published by: Holliday Publishing
Hardened by years of protecting his town, Alejandro is a warrior that is taken off guard by the garden witch who sees the world in shades of sunshine and delight in this delightfully charming paranormal romance. I was completely and utterly delighted by this offbeat romance and I am glad to know that it is sparking a new series, so I will be enthusiastically looking for the first book in the Cardinal Witches series. —
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First in a funny, sexy new paranormal romance series from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Alyssa Day.
Opposites don't only attract, they go supernova in this sizzling tale of magic and mayhem.
Warning: This book contains magic, basilisks, warriors, a crazy family, Granny, sibling rivalry, trolls, carnivorous leprechauns, bad boys, paranormal romance, humor, laughter, fantasy, potions, romance, kisses, and a happily ever after. Read at your own risk!
“…the most hilarious family ever created with a pen, or Word Program, or whatever.”
—Amazon reader review
“It was hilarious. I was laughing out loud because I couldn’t help myself. This is the first time I have read this author, but it will definitely not be the last.”
—Roqui, Amazon reader review
Alejandro followed Rose into the house, determinedly looking at the back of her head. He glanced back to see that Mac was headed around the corner, signaling that he’d meet Alejandro on the other side. There was no way the basilisk was indoors and, anyway, the woman who’d filed the report had stated that its location was in the garden.
The house was warm and inviting and gave him clues to its owner’s personality. A soft cream color covered the walls, which were bare except for a stunning art piece made of glass and aged wood that hung behind the bright scarlet couch. Books were scattered across a brass trunk that served as a coffee table. Framed photos were arranged in groupings on most available flat surfaces; the majority of them featured a variety of blond women who must be related to Rose, although a few were of various cats and dogs.
He took all of that in during the few seconds it took him to cross the room, and then he followed Rose to her kitchen, noting that she hastily closed a door halfway down the hall. The door opposite to the closed one held a small room lined with walls of books. The other one must be her bedroom.
He shoved the idea of Rose in her bed, all that glorious hair streaming across the pillows, out of his mind and watched as she crossed the room to a window seat, where an oddly arched statue of a cat stood.
“Alejandro, meet Bob,” Rose said, and he quickly looked around the room, only to confirm that nobody was there.
“Bob? Who is Bob?”
“Bob is my cat,” she said, that quicksilver grin again crossing her face and then vanishing. “The basilisks got him just after I rescued Ninja.”
“The basilisk attacked your cat after you rescued a ninja?” he repeated slowly, realizing he’d been right. There was no way a woman this beautiful could have a personality to match her looks.
She was nuts.