The Witch’s Enchanted Alien

by Fiona Roarke

  The Witch’s Enchanted Alien

  A Nocturne Falls Universe Story

  Fiona Roarke

  Dear Reader,

  Nocturne Falls has become a magical place for so many people, myself included. Over and over I’ve heard from you that it’s a town you’d love to visit and even live in! I can tell you that writing the books is just as much fun for me.

  With your enthusiasm for the series in mind—and your many requests for more books—the Nocturne Falls Universe was born. It’s a project near and dear to my heart, and one I am very excited about.

  I hope these new, guest-authored books will entertain and delight you. And best of all, I hope they allow you to discover some great new authors! (And if you like this book, be sure to check out the rest of the Nocturne Falls Universe offerings.)

  For more information about the Nocturne Falls Universe, visit http://kristenpainter.com/sugar-skull-books/

  In the meantime, happy reading!

  Kristen Painter

  The Witch’s Enchanted Alien

  A Nocturne Falls Universe Story

  Copyright © 2018 by Fiona Roarke

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems—except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews—without permission in writing from the author.

  This book is a work of fiction and was made possible by a special agreement with Sugar Skull Books, but hasn’t been reviewed or edited by Kristen Painter. All characters, events, scenes, plots and associated elements appearing in the original Nocturne Falls series remain the exclusive copyrighted and/or trademarked property of Kristen Painter, Sugar Skull Books and their affiliates or licensors.

  Any similarity to real person, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author or Sugar Skull Books.

  Published in the United States of America.

  Table of Contents

  THE WITCH’S ENCHANTED ALIEN

  Welcome from Kristen Painter

  Copyright

  About the Book

  Dedication and Acknowledgments

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Epilogue

  About Fiona Roarke

  More by Fiona Roarke

  The Witch’s Enchanted Alien

  Paranormal private investigator and witch Ruby Hart needs a man—specifically, a man with a unique tattoo. Finding him for her anonymous client will put her fledgling business in the supernatural haven town of Nocturne Falls, Georgia in the black for months.

  Maximilian Cornelius Vandervere the Fourth was a privileged and respected member of one of Alpha-Prime’s most elite families before the Incident made him a social pariah. An uncomplicated life as Max Vander in the secret alien colony on Earth is the perfect solution.

  The double whammy of a love spell and a truth spell is definitely a complication he doesn’t need.

  Ruby can’t help but notice the tall, gorgeous blond alien. It’s hard to ignore a man who keeps declaring his love and proposing marriage to a woman he’s just met. And it’s clear he needs help.

  Sweet, sexy Max is a puzzle she can’t resist.

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  Dedication and Acknowledgments

  For Kristen: Thank you so much for letting me put my Alpha aliens in Nocturne Falls so they could hang out with all your awesome characters.

  Chapter One

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  Nocturne Falls

  The Black and Orange Ball

  Ruby Hart tugged at the too-short hem of her foolishly conceived disguise for tonight’s costume party and surveyed the room. From the decorations dripping from the ceiling, corners and walls, to the massive food table laden with every imaginable offering, along with all the other awesomely dressed-up guests, this year’s annual charity ball was shaping up to be absolutely amazing.

  The home of Nocturne Falls’s grand hostess, Elenora Ellingham, was spectacular. Candles lit up each and every room in the house. They graced the elaborate chandeliers. They were present on every surface, high and low within view, making the grand place cozier and more comfortable, to Ruby’s mind. The theme of this year’s ball, Fairy Tales and Fantasy, encompassed just about any costume created for such a grand charity ball.

  Grabbing a drink from a tray carried by a passing waiter dressed like a pirate, she took a sip of outstanding champagne and searched the room for her quarry. Amazing party aside, she had a job to do.

  She’d been hired online to locate someone who’d, essentially, run away from home, although he was no child. Her job was threefold—ensure the runaway was okay, discover if he needed anything and, finally, deliver a message from her client. Fine by her. She was also supposed to secure a response from the runaway to be forwarded back to the mysterious client through the elaborate means of secrecy whereby she’d been contacted.

  The over-the-top confidentiality made Ruby wary, so much so she’d even considered turning down the job. Then the first half of the promised fee arrived. It amounted to triple her normal fee. She’d receive the remainder of her fee upon delivery of the runaway’s response to the client’s message.

  A check of the source of the funds didn’t uncover nefarious connections, so Ruby agreed to do the job. Besides, she wasn’t really in the financial position to refuse. She was, after all, running a business. As the operator of a new and very specialized enterprise in Nocturne Falls, she needed some satisfied clients to spread the word. Her books remained on the sparse side.

  The sealed letter her anonymous client had forwarded with the first half of her fee waited in her office in the mercantile building owned by her family. It would be given over to her quarry, if she could find him—no, when she found him.

  Failure was not an option, according to her bank account.

  Once the missing person gave her his response and she delivered it to her client, her anemic bank account would get another injection of much-needed cash. All she had to do was find the tattooed guy. It couldn’t be that difficult. He sounded hard to miss, even in a town full of residents who would make heads turn almost anywhere else. As a new resident in Nocturne Falls, he must have attracted notice. One would think. He was proving more elusive than expected. The brief description the client provided could fit any number of supernatural beings—Supes, as they were called here—in Nocturne Falls, but she’d hinged her hopes on his distinctive tattoo.

  Moving her paranormal investigative business to Nocturne Falls from overseas and starting over in a new country, while a great idea in many ways, was expensive. Considering that the vast majority of Nocturne Falls’s residents had plenty of secrets and a strong desire to keep them added an extra challenge to the equation. She’d never been a quitter, though. She wasn’t ready to tuck her tail between her legs and ask her newly discovered family for money…at least not yet.

  The primary reason for moving her business to the Halloween-themed town hadn’t changed—to be closer to her aunt and her two half brothers. She of all people knew family
was important. Especially a family that accepted her for who she was and didn’t try to make her into someone she wasn’t.

  Been there, done that, had the T-shirt.

  First, her mother died in childbirth. Then, when Ruby was just days old, her father abandoned her to the tender mercies of her maternal relatives to drink himself into oblivion. Or so she’d been told. Effectively orphaned, she’d grown up near the Romanian border, raised on the mantra that her father had been weak, inferior and unworthy of her mother, who came from a wealthy, pedigreed witch family. Ruby was bright. As she matured, it became clear that as far as her maternal relatives were concerned, she fell into that category, too. Unworthy.

  Ruby endured all the trials and unpleasantness until she got old enough to ask pointed questions about her own history and her parents. When her relatives refused to help, she had to dig. She found she had a talent for investigation and turned that talent into her profession.

  Her maternal grandparents hadn’t been happy when she discovered the existence of her two younger half brothers—conceived while her shattered father grieved for her mother—in another country and wanted to connect with them. They forbade her to make contact, as if they only had to speak the words and she’d bow and scrape like a servant to appease them. When she refused to comply, they resorted to using smaller words, as if she was a five-year-old who willfully misunderstood and required supreme patience. Well, she wasn’t a child, nor was she a servant, regardless of how they treated her.

  That had been the last insult Ruby was willing to accept.

  Imperiously, her grandparents told her she would be banished from their lives and cut off from their financial support if she pursued her quest to find her bastard brothers. No doubt, they fully expected never to have to follow through on their threat, certain as they were of her lack of spine. She had no idea why people who made it clear time and again that she was a necessary obligation, not worthy of their love in the least, thought she would be cowed by the threat to expel her from their world. It wasn’t like she was ever really part of it anyway. How could she miss what she never had?

  She relished telling them goodbye and left the country that afternoon. All of her worldly possessions fit into one large knapsack. They didn’t come after her. She hadn’t expected them to.

  All that Ruby had to remind her of the father she couldn’t even picture in her mind was an old-fashioned pocket watch. The face was scratched up, but the timepiece worked. It was the one thing that survived the purge of her father’s possessions after her mother’s death. She only had it because the midwife who attended Ruby’s birth tracked her down a few years ago to give her the pocket watch and the story of what truly happened the day she was born, without her grandparents’ venomous spin.

  Greta said Ruby’s mother defied her parents to marry Ruby’s father. She became pregnant within the first month, and the couple’s love grew with their unborn baby.

  Ruby had come early while her father was away. Her mother clutched the pocket watch in her fist during the delivery that took her life. Her maternal grandparents told her father upon his return that both mother and child perished. They kicked him out of their home and their lives. The grief and guilt he felt over the loss of his wife and infant daughter consumed him.

  Her mother’s family had lied, not only to her father, but to her for all of her life. Good riddance. They’d always made her feel like a second-class citizen. She was better off without them. She had two brothers and an aunt who welcomed her into their lives with open arms. They were worth far, far more to her than money.

  There were those pesky bills to pay, though.

  Ruby forced her mind back to the job at hand. The Black and Orange Ball was Nocturne Falls’s largest charity fundraiser of the year. Supposedly, everyone from town attended. Everyone. This was as good a place to start her hunt as any. This unexpected job would fund her for quite some time, if—no, when—she found the tattooed man.

  “Say,” a familiar voice behind her said, “are you old enough to attend this party? You don’t even look like you’re eighteen years old yet.”

  Ruby turned to see her half-brother Viktor, grin wide, fangs out, dressed in a mid-last-century version of a vampire’s outfit, complete with large collared cape.

  Fingers resting lightly on his forearm, Isabel, Viktor’s new bride, wore what looked like a vampire princess costume. The champagne-colored gown had lots of beading and shiny sequins along with a short train. The Bride of Dracula outfit came with fangs of her own—fake ones, where Viktor’s were real—long dark hair and twin bite marks on her neck. The bite marks looked fresh.

  Viktor was a vampire, well, half vampire. Until Ruby’s arrival, Viktor thought his father was human. Armed with the new knowledge his sire was a witch, Viktor now described the other half of his heritage as being half magic.

  Given her brother’s sometimes oddball sense of humor, Ruby would not put it past him to have forgone the makeup and fake blood and bitten his wife’s neck as a party prop for tonight’s event.

  “Very funny,” she said, but smiled and winked at Isabel. “Stop making me point out that I’m older than you. It’s mean.”

  “Fine. But I didn’t mean it as a dig. Trust me, when you’re older you’ll be really glad you look younger.”

  “Touché.”

  “What are you doing here? I thought you were hot on the trail of someone.”

  “I am. He’s surely here somewhere or will be very soon. I’ve heard everyone in town usually shows up to this shindig. And if he shows up, I’ll find him.” She hoped she sounded confident, because she wasn’t actually certain she’d discover her elusive quarry here.

  Tonight’s festivity was the ideal place to begin her search. If she didn’t find him at the Black and Orange Ball, her quest would be more difficult.

  “Nice. If you need any help with a takedown, you just let me know.”

  “Thanks, but I’ll be okay. I’m just locating someone for a family member, not chasing a criminal to ground.”

  “Still, I’m here for you.”

  “I appreciate that.”

  Isabel pointed to her costume. “I love your outfit. Little Red Riding Hood, right?”

  Ruby tugged uselessly at the hem of her short black skirt. “It’s a little bit shorter than I thought when I saw it in the store. Guess I should have tried it on before making my purchase.”

  “Oh no. It looks great on you,” Isabel assured her. “Just don’t let a big, bad wolf catch you. Or a big, bad, alien wolf. They’re the worst.” She grinned.

  Isabel would know, since she really was an alien, as in extraterrestrial. She came to Nocturne Falls from a place called Alienn, Arkansas, where a community of real-live aliens lived in plain sight of the humans. Much the same way Supes hid in plain sight in Nocturne Falls. As Ruby understood it, Isabel’s homeworld, Alpha-Prime, was two galaxies away. Ruby thought that was very cool.

  Isabel made for a very beautiful vampire princess, and she was perfect for Viktor. Their love for each other surrounded them like an aura. They were one lucky couple.

  Ruby rolled her eyes at Isabel’s good-natured taunt about a romantic diversion of the male variety. “I won’t let anyone catch me. Trust me, I’m not in the market for a date, wolf, alien or other.”

  Viktor’s smile lost some of its sparkle as his protective brotherly instincts kicked in. “That works for me. I don’t want to have to take anyone out for inappropriately hitting on my sister.”

  “Well, watch out for Vilma,” Isabel said, patting her husband’s arm. “I suspect she has other ideas in that regard. You know how she loves matchmaking in her quest for grandchildren.”

  Ruby couldn’t agree more. Vilma, her father’s sister, had adopted Warrick, who was half dragon, and Viktor, as babies and raised them as her own. Ruby’s father never learned of the boys’ existence before he died. Vilma was shameless in her determination to get a passel of grandchildren, and had even gone so far as to resort to matchmak
ing to facilitate her growing desire. Since both Viktor and Warrick had traded in bachelorhood for the matrimonial state, she apparently had a knack for it. That left Ruby as the sole Hart of the younger generation clinging to singledom.

  Aunt Vilma was overcome to learn her brother’s daughter had not died at birth. She had welcomed Ruby into their family circle the moment she learned of her survival. Ruby not only gained two half-brothers, but a loving aunt who would have been in her life had she only known Ruby existed.

  “I told her not to set me up with any matchmaking possibilities, but I can’t imagine she’ll listen.”

  Viktor and Isabel laughed. Her brother said, “I wouldn’t count on escaping that fate, but you never know. Maybe she’s changed her ways now that Warrick and I are married.”

  “Not a chance. Unless you distract her with the imminent arrival of half a dozen grandchildren, I suspect she’ll keep up her wily matchmaking ways until all of us are wed.”

  “No potential grandchildren yet, but we’ll let you know.”

  Her brother and sister-in-law waved and melted away from her and onto the dance floor, staring into each other’s eyes as if they were completely in love, which they were. They had a tendency to look at each other like lovesick teenagers. A wistful smile shaped Ruby’s lips.