Amelia Bishop’s Water Witch

Until being a part of this excerpt tour, I had never heard of Amelia Bishop. I loved the idea of Water Witch and the blurb made me want to read it. Of course it wasn’t out yet so I couldn’t read it yet. But I wanted to check out this author. So now I have a new author to read (hooray!) and a book that I couldn’t wait to come out (it’s out now so double hooray!). One of the many benefits of promoting authors is learning about new ones. Today I have the pleasure of giving you an exclusive excerpt for Water Witch that you can only read here. You’re going to want to know what happens next! At the very bottom be sure to enter for a chance to win one of three copies of the book.

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.

“I have some skills, witch, do not doubt me.” The humor was back in his voice and he put one hand on his hip in a sassy little move that I loved.

I laughed and crossed the floor to wrap him in my arms. “Your skills astound me, Fae. Thank you.”

“For you, my witch, anything.”

I held him and considered letting the moment pass, but my eyes rested on the piles of boxes behind him. “You really think of me as ‘your’ witch? You truly believe we’re mates?”

“With all of my skill and all of my heart, I know it.”

“Shit.” I laid my forehead on his shoulder.

“Is it so terrible to imagine?”

“No. It’s pretty great, actually. I just never thought… I guess I still can’t believe in ‘mates.’”

He pushed me back so he could look into my eyes. “And when you look at me, what do you think? What is the first word that comes to your mind when you see my face, or hear my name?”

“Mine,” I admitted, and watched his face light up. “I think you’re mine.”

“I am. And you are mine, Vincenzo. Do not fight it any more.”

About Amelia:
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.
Twitter: @anotheramelia

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