Bait N’ Witch Progress Update

If youve read any of my Legendary Consultants stories, you know that a red haired witch is due for a story. Thanks to the usual life and other plans get in the way I have bumped my release for Bait N Witch out to January 2017, and am (still) working on the first draft right now.

I have to say, this one is giving me a run for my $. My original goal with this series was to stay on the lighter side. I think I took The Worse for Were a little more serious than I planned. The story and characters just demanded that. But Bait N Witch is back to lighter, despite some serious issues theyre dealing with. A challenge Im really having a lot of fun managing. 🙂

How about a peek at what Im working on?


(still in progress on this might change as the story gets written lol)

Rowan McAuliffe has been alone all her life. Secretly trained in her powers by an unusual source, shes been taught not to trust anyone. Especially other witches. However, after she was forced to perform a hateful act against her will, she now hides from the Covens Council who seek answers, and possibly her life.

Greyson Masters is the Councils best enforcera witch hunter who lays down the law. However, Greyson has just inherited his triplet nieces to raise, following the death of his sister. Budding new witches who display an alarming combined power no one understands. Too bad he hasnt got a clue how to deal with them.

Little does Greyson realize that the new nanny sent to him by Legendary Consultants is the very witch he is hunting. When the truth is revealed, can these two opposing forces find a way to listen to their hearts? Or will Greyson have to follow orders and kill Rowanthe one woman whos made his soul come alive?


Very Rough Excerpt:

The scene she came upon, had her hesitating in the doorway. Three identical girls, around the age of nine or ten, flung spells at each other in rapid succession and with angry intent behind every blow. In their midst, stood a tall man, his face pinched with frustration as he tried to put a stop to things.

As far as Rowan could tell, the girls were using their magic to disfigure each other. Even as she watched from the shadow of the doorway, one wailed as her hair sprouted, lengthening until it touched the ground in a waterfall of follicles.

“Hey,” the girl squealed.

“Now Chloe—” the man tried in a placating voice.

But Chloe wasn’t listening. “I’ll show you,” she shouted. With a whisper of words and a fling of her hands, one of the other girls suddenly turned bald.

Another high pitched scream rent the air.

“Lachlyn, don’t you dare—”

Again the man’s words went unheeded and next thing, Chloe’s long hair turned mint green.

The third girl laughed, and both her sisters turned on her together, faces red with anger.

“Enough!” Rowan snapped the word, voice full of authority, as she stepped into the room. With a wave of her hand, all three girls sat on the pale leather couch, mouths shut and hands in their laps, held mute and immobile by Rowan’s spell. She would not release them until they understood the consequences of their actions.

The man whirled on her, hands raised, ready to blast her, but Rowan had expected his action, and stayed still, doing nothing to provoke him further. After all, if a total stranger showed up in her home casting spells, she’d fry them and ask questions later. In fact, she was impressed at his restraint.

“Who are you?” he demanded in a low, growl of a voice that caressed her nerves and had her body perking up. Shock stirred along with previously dormant desire. Perfect timing, as always, since she hadn’t responded to a man in years.

Now that the chaos had ceased, she had a chance to pay more attention to the male specimen before her. And what a specimen. This was Greyson Masters? Her mental image was a far cry from the warlock standing before her. She tallied up the essentials: early thirties, lean and muscled, jet black hair without a trace of grey in sight, and dark eyes currently glittering with anger and magic.

A warning she took seriously, answering in a quiet, calm voice. “I’m your new nanny.”

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