After spending most my life single (for witches itâs practically an occupational hazard) I finally found someone to love. OK, so then he got killed, but heâs recuperating nicely. And I should be home, nursing himâmaybe just a little bit naughtilyâback to health.
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But no. The Prime Minister asked if I could look after this rock star buddy of his, Zane. Creepy Goth guys in cloaks keep showing up at his concerts and zapping his mojo. Hmm, smells like teen warlock to me. Anyway, I owe the PM, and Zane is fun, tooâI mean, what girl wouldnât want to hang with the hottest man in music?Â
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Look, everyone has vices. Right now, Iâd like to indulge in one of mine and blow some people up so I can get back to my sweetie in Texas. But if these caped dudes donât show themselves before another paparazzi shot of Zane and me hits the tabloids, I may not have a boyfriend to go home to.
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âFrom demon-hunting and club-hopping to boyfriend-minding and shoe-shopping, this book has it all.ââRomancedivas.com
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âA delightful ride from the first page to the last . . . the action is immediate and lightning fast.ââRomance Reviews Today