Blog Tour : Excerpt & Giveaway , Amelia Bishop - Water Witch

Book Name: Water Witch

Author Name: Amelia Bishop

Author Bio:

I am a reader and writer of romantic erotic fiction of all varieties. Sometimes, the little stories in my head just need to be shared (and sometimes they are just for me). I enjoy red wine, black rum, shell-hunting walks along the seashore, and solo late-night drunken dance parties.

Author Contact:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ameliabishopauthor

Twitter: @anotheramelia

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Cover Artist: Cover photo by Dan Skinner

Publisher: Self-published

Buy link:

Amazon

Blurb:

Vincenzo is a witch with a short fuse, a sexy smile, and dirty mouth.

Life demands little from Vincenzo. Treasured by his mother and grandmother, protected by his coven, and blessed with precognitive skills, he grew up happy and carefree in his snug home by the bay.

Then a sexy Fae walks into his house to steal his beloved heirlooms, and into his dreams to steal his heart. Meanwhile, haunting visions of an unknown disaster on the horizon shake his secure world and force him to take responsibility for the first time in his life.

Now he must master his witchcraft, temper his impulsiveness, and listen to his heart.

Exclusive Excerpt!

Seeing his back, I took a step toward him. “Wait!” He turned at my voice, and we were too close, almost touching. “Don’t leave.” I whispered. Goddess, I wanted him to do the things he’d mentioned, to hold me and protect me. Or just touch me, and distract me from whatever disaster was looming in my visions. I placed my hands on his biceps, surprised by the firm muscle I found beneath the thin cotton of his tunic.

“My witch.” He pulled me into a hug that was too rough and yet perfect. His strength shocked me. I’d seen him shirtless, and he wasn’t any more muscular than me, but his embrace held the power of a larger man. His whole body felt tight and hard.

Damn it was nice in his arms. I took a deep breath, my nose buried in his neck. He smelled of rainwater and moss, with a tiny wisp of woodsmoke. Where did he live? Why had I never asked him? All my questions were always so self-centered. I forced my head up. “Where do you live?”

He pulled himself away from me, with obvious effort, and smiled. “I am a fairy. I live in the forest.” With a hand on each of my arms, as if to prevent another embrace, he kissed first one cheek, then the other, and then turned and ran away over my lawn, to the woods on the other side of the empty lot next door. I stood there and watched, my mouth hanging open and the echo of his chaste kisses still tingling my cheeks, until he disappeared from view.