All Chapters of The Kingpin's Witch Bride : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Quinn“Are you okay?”Those three words floated into my subconscious like a cluster of magical stars, lighting me up from deep within.I found it hard to breathe. Was it simply standing next to the hottest man I’d ever laid eyes on, or because I hurt everywhere?Turning my head just a shy fraction, I was shocked to see sharp gray eyes watching me intensely. My breath caught and I looked away. It might be a dream, after all. I couldn't believe I'd meet such eye candy in black tees and simple jeans on the same morning I was almost…raped.But then, I wished this entire morning had been a dream. Not just him. “You don't have to answer that, you know.” God. Even his voice was, I don't know, coffee and whiskey all at once? Rough and calming, each quiet rumble rousing every hair on my skin. Goosebumps scattered across my skin, and I shivered. “No, I'm not okay.”He was silent, but I could feel his eyes on me, hot as hell. A shudder raced through my veins as I lifted my gaze to the sky,

Quinn “That's it?” I heaved a sigh and nodded dejectedly, my gaze straying past the glistening glass window for the umpteenth time. “He really turned you so on for him and asked you to leave right in the middle?” I turned to look at my best friend and colleague, my face twisted into a painstaking frown. “But we didn't even get to the middle of it. It was only just starting to get really good when he got a call, and suddenly, everything changed.” Pain and humiliation flooded into my chest afresh as the memory returned. Embarrassed, I'd hurriedly thrown my clothes on and left. And the rest of the day back at the trailer had been nothing but bleak as I lay in bed, thinking about the man that made me feel more things than any other men put together had made me feel in my twenty-five years on this bloody earth. I wanted to lie around thinking of his perfect face and body, and why he'd suddenly sent me away. But I had a job to do. I'd thought about missing just a day of work to go fi

Quinn Warm brown eyes were the first thing I saw when my eyes fluttered open again. “About time you woke up.” My breath stalled at the chocolate effect of the voice, and I sat up with a jolt. Where was I? I looked around with curious, groggy eyes, the painful memory from a few moments ago replaying in my head. That crime boss and his gang had succeeded in taking something from me. My life. But how was I still on my feet? There was no way I survived that shot point-blank in the chest. “Come on, we don't have much time.” I warily eyed the dashing man in a long dark coat swirling behind him. “Uh, excuse me. Who are you?” He flashed a charming grin that caused my heart to fall to its knees. Why the heck did I keep meeting this godforsakenly delectable men? First the crime boss that deceived me, another woman's betrothed… Now him with the warmest brown eyes I’d ever seen? “Pardon the late introduction.” He pulled off his hat and ruffled raven black hair, then he tipped his

Quinn I hated the way this man made me feel. I hated the way I trembled under his gaze and touch. Want. Fear. It was one or the other, and the possibility of each fueled the fire that burned in my lungs. Our eyes held each other in an intense stare-down, none wishing to back down. The gray in his eyes flickered from confused to angry every now and then. Like he wasn't even sure he was looking at the right woman. I struggled to make sure mine conveyed my anger, rather than the lust that consumed me simply by being close to him. It irritated me that even in this horrifying dream, I still felt irresistibly drawn to this man like magnet to a pole. Dead or alive, I should hate him. I should hate the way his cologne makes me dizzy with fluid ease. I should hate the way those dark, long lashes flicker with distrust. No, I hate him. When he spoke again, his voice was like gravel stones against my face. “Do you really think I tried to kill you?” I said nothing, unblinki

Quinn It felt like I had just been drenched in ice cold water. The dark blonde hair was unmistakeable. The long, lean back and shoulders that seemed to have stretched wider in only a short time. When was the last time I saw him? This was the same back that had carried me on my worst drunken nights. My tears had flowed endlessly on those shoulders. My Ethan. My sweet, not so little brother. The only reason I held on to the bed of thorns, that was my life. I was happy and sad all at once to see him, but the real surprise stemmed from the fact that he was holding onto and crying atop my body. The empty shell of Quinn Parker. What a horrible coincidence. How did my body and Lilith's end up in the same hospital? In the same ward? I was certain that this was a coincidence that wouldn't have happened under normal circumstances. Our worlds were way too different for our paths to cross like…this. As I watched the heart-wrenching scene play out before my eyes, I itched to