An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance of magic and adventure amidst the colorful backdrop of Amy Quinton's Fantasy Victorian London.
Josie Bell is all about her job...
Miss Josephine Bell, witch, is tasked with apprehending a rogue demon before he obliterates London. But the Lycan assigned to assist her isn't, strictly speaking, available...since she just arrested him.
Worse? Said incarcerated Lycan believes she's his mate and isn't exactly delighted by that unfortunate turn of events.
Her foolproof plan? Break Lycan out of gaol. Capture demon. Return Lycan to gaol. Also: Don't get caught. Fend off wolfie Mating Instinct. Ignore the man's indecent smile.
But that kiss...
The MacKeane is all about his clan...
Lachlan Connor Daire MacKeane, The MacKeane, 7th Duke of Skye, and involuntary guest of Marshalsea Gaol has been arrested for murder. If he hadn't been hoodwinked by a saucy witch, he'd be prowling the streets, hunting the real assassin.
Worse? Said impertinent witch is his mate, a more unsuitable lover he cannot conceive. She isn't Lycan. A female wolf would never be so... devious.
Or so beguiling. Never mind, so kissable.
But how much more could they be together?
If that wicked witch is as clever as she seems, she is farfrom London right about now because one whiff of her scent and even this magically sealed gaol couldn't keep him from her.
Josie Bell isn't concerned. Fending off alleged murderous scoundrels is just another day in the life of a Spellmaiden. An impulsive Lycan doesn't even merit a raised brow. She's far more concerned with saving the world, though admittedly, a searing kiss (or ten) does have certain perks.
When Josie and Lachlan discover how certain random events aren't quite so accidental, insignificant oddities aren't quite so trivial, and the true villains aren't quite who they expect, can they learn how to work together before the next Potential Extinction Event becomes very, very real?
It's a busy time to be a witch in London.
Spellmaidens of Coven Square - House Animus
A Spell for a Duke
A Duke to Scry For
The Duke Who Lived
