Season Of The Witch: TEASER #4



He was fairly sure he’d bruised a rib.

Darius sat perched on the edge of Georgia Clare’s faded sofa. In front of him were the shattered remains of what he guessed had once been a coffee table. It was little more than kindling now; a sad, splintery mess. He stared at it, his brain still stuck processing one particular image.

That…thing. He’d never seen anything like it. At first glance, it had vaguely resembled a dog. A dog with yellow eyes. A dog that could walk on its hind legs, that seemed to repel light, that came with a distinctly sulphuric smell…

Right. Not a dog.

Before he could mull over the other possibilities, Georgia straightened from where she’d been crouched in front of the refrigerator. “Here we go. I knew these were in there somewhere.” She picked her way around the wreckage in her living room, and passed him a plastic bag.

Darius glanced at it. “Vegetable Medley?”

She shrugged. Her cheeks reddened slightly. “Fiber, right? Anyway, it’s all yours.”

Darius tugged the hem of his dress shirt out of his slacks and pressed the impromptu ice pack to his side. The cold bit painfully through his undershirt. He hissed.

Georgia watched, arms crossed, forehead knotted. “You seem to be taking this awfully well.”

Darius debated ignoring the implied question, finally gave a tiny shrug. “What can I say? You’re not the first witch I’ve dealt with.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “How did you know I’m a witch?” Her eyes widened. “Are you part of the demimonde?”

No way was he going to tell her the truth. Darius gave the first plausible excuse he could think of. “MacMillian told me about his last case.” Georgia’s eyes narrowed. He grasped for something more. “And I’ve seen some things of my own.”

She nodded slowly. “Anything like this?”

“No.” That at least, he could be honest about. “Nothing like this.”


SEASON OF THE WITCH is coming Oct. 1st!


Published by L.J.K. Oliva

L.J.K. Oliva writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance, with a heavy dash of suspense. She likes her whiskey strong, her chocolate dark, and her steak bloody. Most of all, L.J.K. likes monsters... and knows the darkest ones don't live in closets.

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