The Chastener Witch Next Door

Excerpt:

Lucille froze mid-step. The man turned around.
And she nearly shrieked when she saw that it was Dimitri.

Really? Again? And he just had to be barely dressed this time too, with his wavy hair wet and his body glistening with droplets of water.

Was she tripping? Was she hallucinating? Because it was bad enough that she was in a strange bedroom inside her own home. She didn't want to be alone with this know-it-all too, no matter how delicious he looked right now.

And Dimitri was watching her, doing nothing to cover himself up.

The light from the lamps around the room casted some of his features in shadow, but it emphasized a lot of things too. Especially from his neck down. He was toned and tanned and firm, just strong-looking in every way. Veins were protruding along his arms, his chest and stomach rippling with muscles. There was something graceful about him too. Beautiful, even. The fabric around his hips didn't do much to hide what was underneath either, and it was just begging to be yanked off—

Okay, no. Lucille shouldn't be thinking of stripping him naked. She shouldn't be mesmerized right now. She shouldn't be feeling like she wanted him.

But she did want him...


Tired of seeing your partner blatantly ogling other people when you're out on dates? Fed up with hearing excuses when you catch them on the act? Exhausted with having to deal with lies, gaslighting, manipulation, and heartbreak?

Well, Lucille Saint-Claire is what you need. The Lady in Red, the Witch Next Door, the one who'll definitely bring your cheating partners to their knees.

Or at least she used to.

Times have changed, and now people resort to tamer ways to make their partners pay. However, one woman comes barging into Lucille's quarters and demands a good old revenge special—giving the heartbreaker a taste of his own medicine. Will Lucille be able to deliver this time? Or will she succumb to the game and put her own guarded heart on the line?