Published by: Holliday Publishing
Release Date: 12-02-2016
What happens when a centuries-old vampire who’s allergic to magic falls for a very modern witch? Mayhem, madness, and romance!
William glanced down at her and then stumbled, because she was smiling at him. A real smile, not a cautious, fake, or defiant smile. An actual smile that reached her warm, dark eyes and turned the lovely curve of her cheek into a sonnet.
A cold, dark place deep in his chest opened up–just a fraction–enough to let a glimmer of light touch the hidden echoes tucked inside him. Navigating the world on his own, decade after decade, had taught William to bury his truths in the shadows and never let anyone see beyond the surfaces that he’d so carefully constructed. But now, for some undoubtedly insane reason, he wanted to fling open the doors to those dark places in his soul and let the clean, bright autumn winds scour them clean.
Make him whole again.
An almost-electric shock sizzled though his body, searing nerve endings along the way, and he realized he was in more danger from this one small witch than he’d been in years. Perhaps centuries. He told her none of that, of course.
Instead he returned her smile, struggling to remember what they’d been talking about before her smile had cracked open his world.
William’s Witch: the second installment of a funny, sexy new paranormal romance series from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Alyssa Day.
“Read this if you want to have a very good time. Quick, funny read. Vampires, witches, and werewolves, oh, my.”
—Amazon reader review by Laurie Anderson
“…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
William Pemberley woke up with a blazing hangover and realized that, yet again, he didn’t know where or when he was.
The where was a fairly common occurrence and had been for at least the past few decades, so it didn’t bother him all that much, but the when was a relatively new development, and he didn’t like it at all.
He shot up through six feet of soil into the moonlit quiet of a church graveyard, landing in the middle of a standoff between a couple of knife-wielding thugs and a woman wearing a lopsided pair of plastic wings.
“A tuxedo? Really?” the woman drawled in a rich, sultry voice that made him think of aged whiskey and dark chocolate. She looked William up and down and curled her lip. “Isn’t that a little old school?”
William glanced down at himself, mildly surprised to find that he was, indeed, wearing a tuxedo. He grinned at the butterfly. “Apparently, I had a very good time. What year is this?”
She snorted in a very unfeminine way that, oddly enough, turned him on a little. “2016. Vampires are out, shifters are in, hashtag it’s a new world, baby