Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
TEN
ELEVEN
TWELVE
THIRTEEN
FOURTEEN
FIFTEEN
SIXTEEN
SEVENTEEN
EIGHTEEN
NINETEEN
TWENTY
TWENTY-ONE
TWENTY-TWO
TWENTY-THREE
TWENTY-FOUR
TWENTY-FIVE
TWENTY-SIX
TWENTY-SEVEN
TWENTY-EIGHT
TWENTY-NINE
THIRTY
THIRTY-ONE
THIRTY-TWO
THIRTY-THREE
THIRTY-FOUR
THIRTY-FIVE
THIRTY-SIX
THIRTY-SEVEN
THIRTY-EIGHT
THIRTY-NINE
FORTY
FORTY-ONE
FORTY-TWO
FORTY-THREE
FORTY-FOUR
FORTY-FIVE
FORTY-SIX
FORTY-SEVEN
FORTY-EIGHT
FORTY-NINE
FIFTY
FIFTY-ONE
FIFTY-TWO
FIFTY-THREE
FIFTY-FOUR
FIFTY-FIVE
FIFTY-SIX
FIFTY-SEVEN
FIFTY-EIGHT
FIFTY-NINE
Teaser chapter
BLOOD MAGIC
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Praise for the work of Annette Blair NEVER BEEN WITCHED
“A superb tale . . . Whimsical but heart wrenching . . . Magician Annette Blair provides a terrific finish to an entertaining saga.”
—Alternative Worlds
“The author combines magic and love in such a way that even a statue would find its heart moved . . . A perfect ending to a witchy trilogy. Annette Blair’s writing is pure magic! Highly recommended!”
—Darque Reviews
“A wonderful tale of love, understanding, and forgiveness told with passion and humor. The reader will be captivated from the first page and will find it difficult to put this enchanting story down . . . [Never Been Witched includes] a good amount of hilarity and eroticism tossed in as only Ms. Blair can do.”
—Fresh Fiction
“The last of Annette Blair’s witch trilogy is definitely, in this reviewer’s opinion, the greatest, and that is saying a lot as the two preceding tales are superb . . . There is mayhem and humor by the truckload in this very sexy and highly entertaining story. At the same time Never Been Witched is a tender love story of two extraordinary souls looking for the way to a happily ever after. Wow!”
—Reader to Reader Reviews
“A wonderful conclusion to a funny and enjoyable series.”
—Romance Junkies
“I simply could not put this book down . . . The pacing of her books is absolutely perfect. They’re fast, intense, and suck the reader in with a vengeance . . . The sweet paranormal touches, humorous language, and snappy dialogue are superb. Blair is setting a high bar for herself and future works, and I have no doubt she will rise to the challenge. This book rocked the house! Grade: A+”
—Penelope’s Romance Reviews
“I highly recommend this series and especially this third book of the trilogy to anyone who loves magic, humor, and romance mixed together with delightful characters guaranteed to keep you entertained and charmed!”
—Fallen Angel Reviews
GONE WITH THE WITCH
“Yet another fun romp for Annette Blair!”
—Fallen Angel Reviews
“A spellbinding story that totally knocked my socks off!”
—Huntress Reviews (5 stars)
“Wonderful characters, a riveting story line, and a sensuous undercurrent are just a few of the things that made this such a phenomenal story.”
—Romance Junkies
“This story tugged at the heart . . . A definite addition to my keeper shelf.”
—Fresh Fiction
“I’ve read all of the ‘witchy’ tales from Ms. Blair, and found this to stand on its own, but [was] made even better [by] having known many of the characters previously. I would recommend them all for your reading pleasure.”
—Romance Reviews Today
“Annette Blair’s second contribution to her triplet trilogy should come with oven mitts as it is hot, hot, hot . . . This is one road trip you do not want to miss!”
—Reader to Reader Reviews
SEX AND THE PSYCHIC WITCH
“Sassy, sexy, and sizzling!”
—Reader to Reader Reviews
“Ms. Blair’s humor and wit is evident in many ways . . . A delight [that] will bring chuckles.”
—Romance Reviews Today
“A sexy, hilarious, romantic tale with fun characters, snappy writing, and some super-spooky moments. I’ve looked forward to this story since the introduction of the triplets in The Scot, the Witch and the Wardrobe, and it was well worth the wait!”
—Fresh Fiction
“More hot scenes . . . spine chills . . . outrageous stunts . . . A witchy climax that will warm your very soul. I can hardly wait until the next Cartwright triplet spins her spell. Out-Freaking-Standing!”
—Huntress Reviews
THE SCOT, THE WITCH AND THE WARDROBE
“Sassy dialogue, rich sexual tension, and plenty of laughs make this an immensely satisfying return to Blair’s world of witchcraft. Fans will welcome back familiar characters in supporting roles, but newcomers will take to it just as well.”
—Publishers Weekly
“Snappy dialogue can’t disguise the characters’ true insecurities, giving depth to Blair’s otherwise breezy, lighthearted tale.”
—Booklist
MY FAVORITE WITCH
“Sexy.”
—Booklist
“Annette Blair will make your blood sizzle with this magical tale . . . A terrific way to start the new year!”
—Huntress Reviews
“This warmhearted story is a delight, filled with highly appealing characters sure to touch your heart. The magic in the air spotlights the humor that’s intrinsic to the story. A definite charmer!”
—Romantic Times
THE KITCHEN WITCH
“A fun and sexy romp.”
—Booklist
“Magic. The Kitchen Witch sizzles. Ms. Blair’s writing is as smooth as a fine Kentucky bourbon. Sexy, fun, top-notch entertainment.”
—Romance Reader at Heart
“Bewitching! Full of charm, humor, sensuality . . . An easy-reading, reader-pleasing story that makes you feel good all over.”
—Reader to Reader Reviews
Berkley Sensation Titles by Annette Blair
THE KITCHEN WITCH
MY FAVORITE WITCH
THE SCOT, THE WITCH AND THE WARDROBE
SEX AND THE PSYCHIC WITCH
GONE WITH THE WITCH
NEVER BEEN WITCHED
NAKED DRAGON
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Dedicated with love to:
Patricia Grasso,
Goddess, Author, and Friend.
Thanks for my daily laugh, Ducky.
And especially for passing the crown.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
I took literary license with Salem, Massachusetts, in order to give my magickal supernatural ancients a place in the life of one of my favorite cities. Imagine that Collins Cove is barely cut into Salem, and that extra piece of land is a community known as Salem’s End. McKenna’s property is there, fronting the water. What’s left of the cove is what I refer to as the old harbor. The caves where people hid during the Witch Trials, and survived, do exist, but they’re in Framingham. I moved them to McKenna’s land for the purposes of my story.
A SLIVER OF HOPE
On the Island of Stars, on a plane beyond ours, a Roman legion exists.
Cursed for performing their duty with spirit and might.
Banished and exiled by Killian, Crone of Chaos and black-magick blight.
Warriors still, breathing fire for sport
Casting shadows on the ground from the air, wings spread,
Bearing scales of gold, some silver, some red.
Dragons who hoped to be blessed with unlikely redress,
Humanity returned and put to the test.
But trapped by an endless lava sea, this army of dragons seems doomed not to be.
One sliver of hope, a risk: bound moons shade white magick from black.
One dragon per phase might be turned and sent back,
But who could be spared to make way for the rest? Who best?
The alpha, stepped up to save his clan.
Andra, Goddess of Hope, chanted her white-magick plan:
“Shed horns, spines, claws, and webbed wings. Shrink scales, spade, and tail—”
Killian’s counter spell struck like a fiery bolt. Bastian roared as he took the jolt.
But aborting now would mean certain death. No wasting time, not even a breath.
“Warrior to beast, now back again. Send this man to the plane he began.”
Bastian roared as he twisted to shift from dragon to man in the steam from the rift,
Blessed by Whyzind the elder with a dragon tear, a magick so rare,
Hope grew, despite the scent of death in the air.
ONE
In a body that seemed too small to contain him, Bastian tumbled endlessly through bouts of darkness and spirals of light, hailstorms and lightning, surcease and fright.
She who cared for him and his brother dragons on the island appeared to him. “Killian failed to stop us with her counter spell,” Andra said telepathically. “She will never forgive you for getting away, or me for casting the spell that released you. Be vigilant; her vengeance knows no bounds. She is an eternal, universal scourge on her enemies.”
“Is there no hope for my brothers, then?”
“There is always hope. Never forget that. Every battle Killian loses, like this one, weakens her, as my losses weaken me. Every battle each of us wins strengthens us. But Killian toils for the dark and hopeless aspect of spirit, and I for the bright and hopeful. By virtue of your transformation, you are now one of my emissaries.”
“And one of Killian’s enemies. Where are you sending me? What do you ask of me?”
“You will understand in time.” Andra vanished as Bastian’s tumble through the ether continued.
Time passed. Gnashing teeth drowned sweet, soothing whispers.
Andra returned, her cloak of stars dimmer. “On earth, you will be both powerful and powerless. You will retain the gift of fire, but do not flaunt it.”
Sleep came. Dreams: Bastian rode a swirl of stars, until lightning struck and his inner dragon rose up to rebel. He fought a darkness of spirit that angered him, and his dragon nearly rose up to take over his being.
The scent of rose poppies, Andra’s scent, calmed him. “Fight your dragon’s attempts to regain control,” she whispered. “For Killian’s counter spell may have altered your ability to shift back into a man, and that inability could destroy you and all you hold dear.”
This time, Andra disappeared as fast as she’d arrived.
Toothy gargoyles took to nipping at his hind end while pixies screamed in his ears. He fought a horde of charging creatures. Flying ogres, smoke-winged and dark, licked his cheeks with slurp-slimy tongues. Goblins, with pointed ears, stink-burped in his face. After an eternity of torture, his transgressors were sucked into an icy darkness, leaving Bastian exhausted, his vigilance weak.
Andra returned, paler, smaller. “You are charged to find one particular earth woman, one whose hope you must strive to replenish. That is how we work, by spreading hope wherever we can, one creature at a time. That creature will in turn spread a contagious hope to the next. This woman you seek is your fate. Her heart is a mate to yours. She will be spirited and often alone. She may have rivers flowing from her eyes and seem shunned by men. She will not like who she is or how she looks. You can change that. But her heart will be pure and beautiful. Make her lifequest your own. She is the key to fulfilling your destiny and continuing my work.”
“How will I know her?”
“Her heart will speak to yours, however much she fights you.”
“She fights?” Anticipation rushed Bastian but he checked himself. “If I fail in this quest?”
“You will perish. As will your brother dragons. If you succeed, I will send them to you, one by one, each man-dragon with his own assignment.”
Bastian hated to see Andra leave this time. She seemed to be fading away.
Alarm disturbed his dreams . . . or his reality. Color and light swirled to mighty winds that rippled his skin and shivered his teeth. He saw eyes and talons, sharp as double-edged swords. Night shifted to d
ay and back again.
Andra’s light grew dim, her scent, too, her hand against his brow a frail blessing. “I invested my magick in you,” she whispered. “Succeed, and you return it thrice over. Fail and I will be too weak to save your brothers. Your destiny lies at the sign of the crowned dragon. Only your heart mate can lead you there. You will give her hope and she will give you life.”
As her words faded, so did Andra, until she was nothing but a winged wisp; then she vanished.
When he woke, Bastian journeyed, still, toward a bright, distant light filled with rainbow wishes, vague dreams, and nightmare prospects.
As he spiraled toward an unknown destiny, he hoped the turbulence would not turn him inside out or jelly his brain before his arrival.
TWO
He landed naked upon a sword bush in a circle of chanting women.
Bastian roared and shot to his feet. Dreadful notion on his part, because he had retained his dragon leap. After cracking his man skull and downing one poor tree, he ended flat on his back, bones rattling, the fading scream of circle-chanters floating back to him from a growing distance.
Pain teased his inner beast to the point that it tried to overtake him, a test of strength so powerful, shadow claws formed on his hands before Bastian stifled his inner rebellion and his claws receded.
After centuries of waiting, he’d nearly lost his humanity in less than a blink.
To keep Andra and his brother dragons safe, he must keep himself in check.
Bastian flexed his man hands as the scent of vegetation, of earth and its creatures—blessedly lacking the stench of lava smoke—filled his senses while awareness settled in. He had landed in an isolated spot, except for an amused banquet of birds on the limb above him, cawing and sprinkling him with scorn.
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