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  Sinfully Wicked: Magic and Mayhem Universe

  Teresa Gabelman

  Contents

  Acknowledgments

  Foreword

  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

  Magic and Mayhem Universe Books

  About the Author

  Copyright © 2018 by Teresa Gabelman

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  All rights reserved.

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  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is coincidental.

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  This book contains content that may not be suitable for young readers 17 and under.

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  The Author of this Book has been granted permission by Robyn Peterman to use the copyrighted characters and/or worlds created by Robyn Peterman in this book. All copyright protection to the original characters and/or worlds of the Magic and Mayhem series is retained by Robyn Peterman.

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  Acknowledgments

  Once again, thank you so much, Robyn, for allowing me and my characters to come into your wonderful universe. You ROCK!

  To all the readers, thank you so much. Without you, there is no story. Hugs!

  Foreword

  Blast Off with us into the Magic and Mayhem Universe!

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  I’m Robyn Peterman, the creator of the Magic and Mayhem series, and I’d like to invite you to my Magic and Mayhem Universe.

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  What is the Magic and Mayhem Universe, you may ask?

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  Well, let me explain…

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  It’s basically authorized fan fiction written by some amazing authors who I stalked and blackmailed! KIDDING! I was lucky and blessed to have some brilliant authors say yes! They have written brand-new stories using my world and some of my characters. And let me tell you… the results are hilarious!

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  So here it is! Blast off with us into the hilarious Magic and Mayhem Universe. Sidesplitting books by fantabulous authors! Check out each and every one. You will laugh your way to a magical HEA!

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  For all the stories, go to https://magicandmayhemuniverse.com/. Grab your copy today!

  Chapter 1

  Wicked stood over the stove, stirring and checking the dinner she was lovingly trying to make for Thorne. Cooking was definitely not her strong suit, but she had followed the directions, and everything looked edible. She kept it simple with steaks, a pasta and alfredo sauce, breaded asparagus, and bread.

  “Smells like feet in here.” Bruce, her familiar, hopped up on the table.

  With a sigh, Wicked rolled her eyes. Leave it to Bruce to ruin a perfectly positive mood. “It’s the alfredo sauce. It’s supposed to smell like that.” Then she took a sniff and mumbled, “I think.”

  “Since when did you start cooking anything other than mac and cheese?” Bruce continued to sour her mood. “And I don’t think any food is supposed to smell like feet.”

  “Don’t you have a card game or something to go to?”

  “As a matter of fact, I do.” Bruce glanced toward the front of the apartment then back at Wicked. “Do yourself a favor and magic that crap out of here and do what you usually do with food. Twirl up a feast fit for a panther with that handy-dandy finger of yours.”

  “Goodbye, Bruce.” Wicked hissed, then glared at him over her shoulder. “Don’t hurry back.”

  “What is that smell?” Thorne walked into the kitchen, his nose wrinkled in disgust.

  “Does it smell like feet?” Bruce asked as he gave Wicked an “I told you so” glance.

  “Yeah,” Thorne replied with a thoughtful look toward Bruce. He then glanced toward Wicked and the stove.

  “Hope you have an iron stomach. You’re gonna need it,” Bruce warned Thorne as he disappeared out the door, leaving Wicked and Thorne alone.

  Disappointed, Wicked frowned as she looked at the stove. She had wanted to make Thorne dinner tonight without the use of the magic. Just as she lifted her hand to zap her smelly attempt away, a strong hand grasped her arm.

  “Don’t you dare.” Thorne’s deep voice filled the room.

  Looking up at him, she frowned. “I wanted to surprise you with dinner that didn’t come from my finger.”

  “And it looks delicious.” Thorne pulled her into his arms as he observed what was on the stove.

  “But it smells like feet,” Wicked said into his chest in defeat. “Don’t worry. I won’t make you eat it.”

  “I’m starving, so I hope it’s ready.” He kissed the top of her head then sat at the table she had set.

  “Thorne, I’m not going to force you to eat this.” Wicked went to lift her hand again. “It’s not a big deal.”

  “If that food disappears, believe me when I say there will be no dessert for you tonight.” His tone was serious and his meaning clear. If she zapped the food, he wouldn’t have sex with her. Yeah, right. She cocked her brow in challenge. Her eyes ran down his body until her gaze disappeared under the table. A flirtatious grin curved her lips. “I think you may want to find something else to threaten me with because I don’t believe you.”

  Thorne shifted in the chair, keeping the stern look on his face. “I’m ready to be served.” This time, he cocked his eyebrow, and it hit her right in the feels making her body pulse. “And don’t use any magic to change it.”

  After having a stare down with the handsome Shifter, Wicked turned and grabbed a serving bowl. After ladling the pasta in it, she placed it on the table, realizing that Bruce was right. It smelled like feet. Her eyes briefly met Thorne’s, and she had to give him credit; he didn’t even flinch at the steaming smell that was surely overpowering his senses.

  Quickly, she filled the table with the food she’d fixed, then sat down across from him. Thorne had waited until she sat and then dished out big portions of food on his plate. “How was your day?”

  “Fine,” she replied as she watched him saw away on the steak she’d obviously overcooked. Remembering their last dinner together at the diner in Assjacket, she frowned. “Yours?”

  “Good.” Thorne continued to cut his steak then put a huge hunk in his mouth and chewed… and chewed… and chewed.

  Inside, Wicked was mortified. She had really wanted to make this dinner special. They had both been so busy and well, she wanted to do it all herself. Since the incident with Porky, his now dead employee that Thorne had killed and who had shot her, their time together had diminished.

  “You close on the building you were wanting?” she asked, continuing to watch him chew the same piece of steak. She hadn’t even filled her plate yet. Honestly, she was afraid to after watching him and smelling her efforts. Thorne had a knack for real estate, which was how they’d met. She rented an apartment and the space for her tattoo shop from him.

  Thorne glanced at her, then swallowed, hard. He cleared his throat and grabbed the glass of beer she had poured
in a frosted mug and drank the whole thing in one. Setting down the empty glass, he nodded and cleared his throat again. “Tomorrow morning.”

  “That’s great. Congrats. I know you wanted that building.” Wicked’s congratulatory smile slipped as he took a forkful of pasta. He was really going to eat it. Admittedly, it traveled to his mouth super slowly, and he was staring at it with a wary gaze. Just before it met his lips, Wicked twirled her fingers, and the nasty stuff disappeared along with his fork.

  “Wicked.” His narrowed eyes met hers.

  “There is no way I can sit here and watch you eat that.” She leaned back in her chair with a sigh. “It’s disgusting.”

  “I wouldn’t know since you made it disappear.” He huffed, but he didn’t fool her; she saw relief in his eyes.

  She reached across the table and grabbed his plate quickly, stood and tossed the contents in the garbage. “I just wanted to do something nice for you without my magic, but it seems like anything womanly is going to take a twirl of my finger.”

  Dammit, she was really disappointed. Stuff like this never bothered her before, not until Thorne. All she was good at was tattooing. She wanted tonight to be special. He had asked her to move in with him right after she had been shot a month ago, but she had dragged her feet. Not because she didn’t want to spend every single minute with him, but because of her own fears. Tonight after dinner, she was going to tell him yes. She would move in with him. Glancing at the dinner in the trash, Wicked knew that wasn’t going to happen, not tonight.

  She heard his chair slide across the floor and then felt his body against her back. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Thorne pulled her up against him. “I can name quite a few things you can do that are womanly.” He nuzzled her neck and gently bit her tender skin behind her ear.

  Now that she definitely could do and without her magic, but was it enough to hold on to a man like Thorne? Turning in his arms, she looked up at him. He was so damn handsome it hurt. Closing her eyes, Wicked pulled him down for a kiss and ended up straddling him as he picked her up with ease.

  Wicked knew he was working his own magic on her so she would forget her disappointment, and it was working well. Pulling her mouth away from his, she stared deeply into his eyes.

  “I can get you something to eat, Thorne, or would you like dessert first?” Her voice was low and rough from their heated kiss.

  He ground against her with a half grin that always did wonderful things to her insides. “Always dessert first.”

  He carried her out of the kitchen as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her eyes glanced at the stove as they passed. With a discreet twirl of her finger, evidence of her failure disappeared. She wished she could do the same with the feeling of disappointment that settled into her heart.

  Chapter 2

  Wicked sat across from Zelda at the Assjacket Diner. It was a small lunch/dinner crowd, which suited them both fine. It seemed like when they came in during heavy business hours for the diner, Zelda was bombarded with Shifters needing advice.

  “So did you tell him?” Zelda eyed her as if she already knew the answer.

  “I was planning to, but I didn’t.” Wicked frowned, staring at her friend. The day she met Zelda was the night she was shot. Zelda had saved her and then nursed Wicked at her own home. They became fast friends during that time. “You’ve been dying to ask me that, haven’t you?”

  Zelda laughed as she dropped her napkin on her empty plate. “Yes, but I was waiting for you to tell me the news.” She kept her grin on her face, but there was concern in her eyes. “I didn’t want to pry.”

  “You could never pry.” When Zelda gave her a lowered glance, Wicked chuckled. “Okay, you could probably pry, but I wouldn’t consider it prying.”

  “Are you avoiding answering the question?” Zelda asked knowingly.

  Wicked sighed. “I fixed dinner and it was a disaster. Even a cat wouldn’t eat what I fixed and believe me, a cat told me so.” She looked around the diner. “My pasta smelled like feet.”

  “Feet?” Zelda chuckled then shook her head. “Wicked, why didn’t you just whip him up a five-course meal? You are a witch, ya know.”

  “Because I wanted to do it without using my craft,” Wicked replied with a shrug.

  “I really don’t know much about your past, and that’s fine,” Zelda said seriously. “But using your craft doesn’t make you less than.”

  Nodding, Wicked understood that, but she always wanted to do things herself without her craft unless she needed to. All her life she’d been treated differently because of what she was, and it was hard to break habits she had drilled into herself.

  “Listen to me.” Zelda leaned toward her, her beautiful red hair flaming in the overhead light. “That man loves you. I saw it firsthand when you were shot. He would have taken your place in a heartbeat. Thorne couldn’t care less if you can boil water. If I didn’t believe that, then I would be telling you to get rid of him. A relationship has nothing to do with how well you cook.”

  “Or clean a house?” Wicked grinned slowly. “I know he loves me. It’s just I wanted to show him that I was—”

  “If you say worthy, I will zap you into next week,” Zelda warned as she leaned back. “You are worthy, Wicked, and it’s damn time you saw that in yourself.”

  It was crazy how well Zelda knew her in such a short time they had been friends. No wonder Shifters came from near and far for her help. “Thank you.”

  “Don’t thank me for the truth.” Zelda pulled out her wallet. “This is on me today. Now go tell Thorne you’re ready to move in with him. It’s time, Wicked. Time for you to find happiness.”

  Excitement coursed through her body. It was time for her to stop analyzing everything and start living in the moment. Zelda was right. So what if she couldn’t cook. She could do even better than that and set a table with a five-star meal better than any chef out there. She could also clean the house in a second flat with just a twirl of her finger. If she really thought about it, those witchy traits she possessed just gave her more time to give to Thorne.

  Standing, they headed outside after paying and Zelda diagnosing someone who stopped her on the way out. Finally outside, Zelda hugged her tightly. “Go be happy, Wicked.” Zelda pulled back and smiled. “Everyone deserves to be happy.”

  Giving her one more hug, Wicked almost ran to her car excited to do just that. Before climbing in, she turned to wave as Zelda drove past her with a grin on her face. Her window rolled down, and Zelda yelled out the window, “I expect a call tonight.”

  Wicked nodded then got in the car, started and backed out of the parking spot. On the drive over to Thorne’s, which was only five minutes away, her excitement bloomed and so did her nerves. Zelda was right. It was time she took charge of her life and stopped worrying about everything. Actually, she had been that way until she’d met Thorne. The insecurities from her days in the orphanages had crept back into her life. She refused to let them control her life any longer.

  Turning down the road that Thorne’s home sat, she smiled as she looked around at the beautiful scenery. His house was the only one, and it sat at the end. She had been there quite a few times and actually felt quite at home. She loved everything about it. Her eyes spotted the house, his bike and truck in the drive, as well as another car.

  Maybe this wasn’t the best time, she thought as she slowed to a stop. Ready to put her car in reverse, she frowned when a shapely leg emerged from the car. Leaning closer to the windshield, Wicked squinted as the car inched closer.

  Thorne rushed out of the house and raced to the car without seeing Wicked’s own car stopped in the middle of the road. He helped the woman out and took her in his arms.

  Shocked, Wicked slammed on the brakes. Her chin clipped the steering wheel. Pain shot through her jaw, but she didn’t feel the pain there. She felt the pain in her heart.

  It wasn’t until Thorne took the woman’s face in his hands that she snapped out of her shocked state. “
You son of a bitch!” she cursed, her magic whirling angrily around the car.

  As if in slow motion, Thorne looked her way, his expression matter-of-fact as he stared. A moment later, recognition lit his eyes. He quickly let go of the woman and said something in Wicked’s direction, but she was past hearing anything. Knowing she had to get out of there before she zapped everything around her, she threw her car into reverse.

  Taking her foot off the brake, she hit the gas and started backing up just as Thorne ran toward her.

  “No!” Wicked shook her head as she raised her finger and with a few twirls, an invisible wall formed between them. Thorne hit it with full force and fell back on his ass. His mouth was moving, but she couldn’t hear a word. Nor did she need to hear a word from him. She’d seen it all, enough, and that was all there was to it.

  Just before she did every racecar driver out there proud, she gave Thorne the finger as she whipped the car around and took off. Unfortunately, she did look back to see him pacing, trying to find a way around the wall she’d placed. He stopped, as if he knew she was looking at him, and stared. Once she turned the curve, he was out of sight. That’s when the wall around her heart formed, and it would take a hell of a lot of magic to tear it down.

  Go figure.

  Chapter 3