Sassy Ever After: A Witchingly Sassy Seduction (Kindle Worlds Novella) Read Online Free Page A

deliriously exciting enticed and thrilled her enough to roll onto her side for more investigation. With eyes still shut to keep what must be a beautiful dream going, Celia sniffed the pillow she had in a stranglehold. Essence of sandalwood and… spicy maleness seized her senses.
    Hot damn! Where was she? This must be a bit of sexy heaven.
    Even in the drowsiness of sleep, she smiled at her corniness. Scents of male presence continued to lull and soothe her, but the desire to investigate the source was too overwhelming to try to drift back into deep sleep. She had to get up and get going. In the meantime, she’d check to see if the dream was real.
    With half a plea, and a dash of a long shot of hope, Celia stretched out hands to roam the space next to her for signs of male warmth and muscles. She was alone. What she wasn’t ready for, was the pang of hurt that sucker punched her gut, when she discovered there was no one here with her.
    Alone isn’t lonely! She thought, giving herself one of her many pep talks to make it through this crazy odyssey that was her current life. It had been so long since she’d had sex of any kind that she ached for male contact—the kind that was infused with affection or even simple lust. This was probably some kindness of strangers, giving her the chance to get a good night’s sleep.
    Celia chanced opening her eyes to see warm tones of a modest bedroom, with a huge-ass bed smack dab in the middle of it. Said bed, had given her the best night of sleep she’d had in like… forever. Yes, as she thought, probably some boring couple who gave her their bed for the night.
    But how did I get into this bed?
    The thought still nagged and tugged at her consciousness. Concentrating on gathering her thoughts, Celia had to admit, the constant background tension of survival that normally plagued her was missing. She felt… safe.
    Light filled the room as she sat up in the large bed. She couldn’t remember much, like how she’d gotten here, but she had this weird feeling that she really was safe. That feeling was one she’d been in contact with less and less over the months. And feeling less safe was something she didn’t want to think about right now. She didn’t want to think about how she’d been constantly on the move, trying to stay out of sight and off the radar of Deidre and her posse of so-called witches that were more like extreme bitches in her estimation.
    One little public humiliation and Deidre was all “Get the cunt and make her bleed!”
    The shudder from that memory irrupted through her body was the not-so-gentle reminder that Celia didn’t have the luxury of lingering here too long. She had to get a move on. To stay anywhere for too long, meant they might find her again. She’d already had a recent near run-in with one of Deidre’s contacts and had to high-tail it out of the last place before landing here.
    Blinking a few times to wash away the remnants of the haze of sleep, she allowed her mind to come back online to face the day. It took a moment for the memories of yesterday to float to the surface of her memory. She’d been trying to find a place to crash for the night, when that wolf-shifter had caught her trying to break into the back of a building.
    Snatches of the rest of that incident floated in and out of focus. She’d been caught, had to climb down with him watching, unsuccessfully tried to ditch the wolf and then… nothing. Celia couldn’t remember the rest between her conversation with that guy and how she’d gotten here.
    Still relaxed and ready to face whatever lie ahead, she swung legs out of the bed, only to realize she only wore a t-shirt—one that wasn’t hers.  And, it only covered her to the top of her panties. Trying desperately to remember the last thing she did before going to sleep, she did a mental check to see if her body felt any differently.
    After a quick check, paying special attention to her lady bits, she had the assurance she needed