A Warrior’s Witch
An Otherworld Novel
Urban Fantasy Romance
Length: Novel
Heat Level: Sensual
Price: $2.99
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Decades old guilt collide with a murder, igniting a battle in a warrior’s soul to choose between love and duty…
Murder has brought Talon, Master of Guardians, as well as Zia, his witch and Master of Witches, to Chicago. The manner of death appears to be a suicide, but Talon is far from ready to close the case. To avenge the Guardian linked to his past, he agrees to take on the assignment, and find her killer.
As they dive deeper into the investigation, they find themselves entering a world where BDSM is the norm. A lifestyle that Zia is uncomfortable with and, rattled by this new development, she is more than ready to return to the Otherworld. But their investigation quickly takes an unexpected twist when they discover that they’re not only hunting a killer but also someone who is controlling supernaturals in Chicago.
Their mission not only brings danger, but also forces Talon to deal with decades old guilt that corrodes his soul. Every event that unfolds only deepens his fight and pushes him to face an ultimate choice—what is more important—his duty to the Otherworld or the witch he holds closest to his heart?
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Reviews
5 STARS – Romancing the Darkside
“A Warrior’s Witch is an emotionally charged book that touches your heart and keeps you on the edge with its element of suspense. We see a conflicted hero with emotional baggage and a strong heroine who is adventurous but can hold her own. One of the things that really stands out in this book is the unique supernatural world where witches, vampires and werewolves all coexist for the greater good and are not out to kill each other. I found the world building fascinating and the writing phenomenal. Filled with passion and excitement, A Warrior’s Witch is a must read for anyone who loves their romance with a little magic and danger!” Lori
5 STARS – Bitten by Paranormal Romance
“A Warriors Witch is a spin off from Stacey Kennedy’s The Magical Sword series. I really enjoyed both Talon and Zia during that series, so it was fantastic seen them get a story of their own. These two are already in love they just need some push to make it an official mating and Stacey gives them just that. These two I believe have the best adventure story Stacey has ever come up with, there plenty of danger in here. This is a light BDSM read that I very much enjoyed. Talon and Zia both are easy to fall for at least for me.” Laurie
You Gotta Read Reviews
“Let me just say that Stacey Kennedy has done it again. Outstanding and well done. I was so enthralled with this story from the first sentence, that I did not move until I had finished the entire book. I absolutely loved the fact that Talon and Zia had already been in a long term monogamous relationship for years, and the fact that they were both confident in the other’s love for each other. Wonderfully refreshing. There was none of the game playing, and horrific miscommunications so prevalent in a lot of romance novels. A Warrior’s Witch was a beautifully written and thoroughly entertaining, sensual rediscovery of what made Talon and Zia fall in love in the first place.”
Teaser
Zia couldn’t help but study the room, just to find something to hold on to and steady herself in the place she felt entirely uncomfortable. Her gaze drifted over to the leather table she saw earlier, trying to imagine what would happen on the table. Sex. Is that what they did here? Did they all enjoy watching two people express themselves while making love? Still, she couldn’t quite figure out why there were clips all over the table with little rings to suggest it was used for something else entirely.
As her eyes lingered across the room from scene to scene, a couple caught her eye. She did her best not to gawk, but failed miserably. The vampire stood talking with someone, which appeared to be a casual conversation, but that was not who held her focus. The mortal woman kneeling by his feet captured her. Pleasure shone on the woman’s face, her mouth parted slightly, her eyes hooded, and even with the distance separating them, Zia saw her labored breaths.
Zia examined the scene further, squinted her eyes to see the reason for her pleasure. Her eyes traveled lower and she realized the woman had nothing on her bottom half, but something strapped around her hips.
No, she couldn’t be seeing this right. She left her place at the bar, taking a step forward, and squinted further in an effort to see. What she saw immediately confirmed that her eyes weren’t lying. The leather straps surrounding the woman’s hips held an object in place and Zia saw the glow of something down below. It appeared an object had been placed within the woman’s center, strapped on to hold in place, and a vibrator situated over her sensitive flesh.
Zia’s skin burned as the woman’s pleasure was instantly explained. The heat in her cheeks only grew as she watched the incredibly private moment. The woman appeared to be gripping her climax, almost as if she could let go at any moment and give into it, yet restrained herself.
How could that be possible?
Zia couldn’t even comprehend doing such a thing and, right now, she wanted to run over to the woman and save her. Her whole body trembled as the woman’s did, as if Zia experienced the moment with her. Every muscle in Zia’s body tightened as she watched the woman’s eyebrows draw together in strain.
Climax, sweetie, climax.
Minutes passed and the pleasure only intensified. The poor woman didn’t even breathe anymore. Not moving. Frozen. Zia could only do the same. She could hardly believe this was happening in front of her. Is this what BDSM was? Restraint? Control?
In a slow manner, the man above her left the conversation he engaged in and looked down. He examined the woman a moment before he knelt down beside her and held her chin in his grip.
Something was said between them, but at this distance, Zia couldn’t hear. She saw the man’s mouth stop moving and the woman erupted into a spectacular orgasm. The implication was clear. He’d just given her the right to free herself. Zia’s breath whooshed from her lungs. What would it be like to have someone control her? It surprised her that she wanted to find out.
“Zia,” Talon’s voice came firm beside her.
She whipped her head to the side to find both Talon and the bartender watching her. Feeling ruffled, she drew in a deep breath to steady herself. The images of what she had just seen were burned into her mind forever. Her skin felt flushed and her legs a little wobbly. “Sorry, what?”
Talon grinned his knowing, damn sexy smile. “The Mistress will see us in her office now.”
“Oh.” Zia flicked her hair over her shoulder to dignify herself. She drew in another profound breath to secure all the rampant thoughts racing through her mind, plus the heat that rose within her. “Right, okay. Right.”
“A bit flustered, are you?”
Zia wouldn’t state to Talon how much seeing the woman orgasm like she had affected her, nor would she give him an idea just how disheveled she felt. “I’m fine, Talon. Let’s go and see her.”
His grin turned into a full-blown smile, declaring he didn’t believe her. The bartender only winked. Pulling herself together, she held her shoulders straight, let the memories of what she witnessed leave her mind, and followed Talon toward a door on the other side of the bar.
Walking by the couple, Zia peeked at the woman to find the man kissing her tenderly. He’d been so controlling moments ago, but now, marveled over her. Certainly a world she didn’t understand. Yet, she couldn’t deny watching the act didn’t arouse her. She’d be blind if it hadn’t.
Focusing her thoughts back from the fiery images, she looked back to the bartender who held the door open. “The Mistress’s office is the last office on the left. Knock before you enter.”
Talon nodded, met Zia’s gaze, and gestured for her to enter. Feeling slightly unsure of herself, she shook her head and gave him a push. She might be Master of Witches in the Otherworld, knowledgeable and powerful, but in the Earthworld, she clearly needed a lesson or two. Talon laughed at her hesitation, but obliged her, stepping though the door first.
