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    The Witches in Love Collection Part 1: 4 Fantasy Fiction Romance Stories: The Witches in Love Collection, #1
    The Witches in Love Collection Part 1: 4 Fantasy Fiction Romance Stories: The Witches in Love Collection, #1
    The Witches in Love Collection Part 1: 4 Fantasy Fiction Romance Stories: The Witches in Love Collection, #1
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    The Witches in Love Collection Part 1: 4 Fantasy Fiction Romance Stories: The Witches in Love Collection, #1

    By Elizabeth Reed

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    The Witches in Love Collection:  4 Fantasy Fiction Romance Stories.
    All stories are also available to be bought as a standalone single story.
    Word Count 25,126.
    A Witch’s Touch

    Ethan is left on his sick bed with fatal battle wounds. Now all he awaits is for death to claim him. Instead, he is visited by a mystery woman who comes to his room each night to care for and nurse him back to good health. He is surprised by his record recovery, but even more so by his strong attraction to his new protector, who gives him a new will to live and grow strong again.

    Ava is returning a favour from Ethan, who had come to her aid in the past. She will see to it that Ethan lives on and becomes as strong as he was before. However, she has not counted on the favour bringing her closer to her patient as they spend more time together and bond. She knows that she must rid herself of these new found feelings towards Ethan before he finds out the truth about her—that she is a witch—and looks at her with disdain.

    Can there be any hope that Ethan and Ava will be able to save each other, and make a new, happier life together?

    To Woo a Witch

    Connor continues to turn up at Kaelyn’s cabin, determined to get her attention, but Kaelyn is not impressed by his attentions and keeps him at arm’s length. That is, until a violent storm takes place and she reluctantly grants him temporary shelter inside her home. Once in close proximity, Connor tells Kaelyn the surprising truth—that he has seen her in his dreams that started over five years ago, and he is now determined to get to know her better!

    Kaelyn is as confused by his words as she is by the effect that his presence has over her, as Connor ensures that they become closer—just as he had planned.

    But in a twist of fate, Kaelyn attempts to use her powers as a witch to save Connor’s sister Christina from an evil manifestation that has settled within the child’s mind. Only then does Kaelyn begin to realise the full extent of her feelings for Connor, as she battles to come back safely to him so they can be together once again!

    The Witch’s Torment
    Victor is overjoyed when a hooded woman uses her magical ability to save him from his elder brother, who is moments away from beheading him as punishment for following their father’s dying wish and claiming leadership of their land. The mysterious woman, Christina, is both beautiful and kind-hearted, and it is not long before Victor falls in love with her.
    But Christina is a tormented by a shadowy presence from her past that will not leave her be. Until she exorcises her nemesis, she knows that she cannot be around Victor and give in to the love that she has come to feel for him.

     


    The Witch’s Music

    Rebecca is outraged when the outlaw Nathan catches, robs and kidnaps her. She has little regard or respect for a man who seems to have such a poor moral code.
    But has Rebecca judged Nathan too quickly? Is it true when he tells her that he doesn’t have a choice in his deeds, and that he is freedom fighting for the good of the vulnerable people of his land against the wicked Lord Greyjoy?
    When Nathan is captured by Lord Greyjoy’s men, Rebecca must decide what she believes. The only way he stands a chance of being rescued is if she uses her magical flute to cast a spell that might just save his life – and her only chance at understanding her strange attraction to the outlaw is to ensure that Nathan lives.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLori Books
    Release dateOct 7, 2014
    ISBN9781502283092
    The Witches in Love Collection Part 1: 4 Fantasy Fiction Romance Stories: The Witches in Love Collection, #1
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    Elizabeth Reed

    As long as I can remember I have always loved everything and anything to do with the romance genre. Enjoying writing, reading and watching a wide range of love stories. I am a true romantic at heart! So after studying for a philosophy degree and then going on to work in a corporate job in advertising, I decided to reconnect with my passion again! I now write mainly romance short stories, with the aim to share all of my ideas with others who also have an interest in romantic fiction. I write in a range of romance subgenres including erotic romance, contemporary, sweet, paranormal/fantasy fiction and historical. I hope to continue writing as long as my ideas keep flowing out from my mind. In early 2014 I experienced my own personal love story, when I married my one true love. I now live together with my husband in London.

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      The Witches in Love Collection Part 1 - Elizabeth Reed

      A Witch’s Touch

      Chapter 1

      Ethan waited for death to claim him. His only wish now was to sit at the table with his ancestors in celebration, away from the immense pain that overwhelmed his body and mind. He no longer knew how long he had been lying on the bed paralysed and in isolation. In his current state of semi-consciousness, the war where he had secured his fatal wounds seemed so far away in time. He hadn’t expected the battle to end in his demise.

      A good week before the battle, he had felt confident. He had been in good health and he had felt strong of body and mind. Strategy had been put in place; it should have been an easy fight and win. They had outnumbered the enemy, and he knew, as the head of his tribe, that his men were well skilled and that they hungered for the win. But things had not gone to plan. He had woken up on the day of the battle not feeling quite himself. He had felt weak, his limbs not responding as quickly as they usually did to his commands. His mind had felt hazy.

      He had not let the negative change in him deter him from the battle. He was his people’s leader; he could not show any hesitation or weakness. It would put the enemy at an advantage, to expose a weak spot to them, and he did not want to bring concern to his people who were eager for the kill and to bring glory to their land.

      So he had rode out with his men, fully armoured, starting the war-cry as he clashed with the enemy again and again. At first, he thought he would be fine and would be able to preserve his energy until the end. He drew swords with man after man, successfully bringing them to the ground. But his movements started to become sluggish, his mind was not able to comprehend each adversary’s movements quick enough to react with killer blows. It was thus only a matter of time until a fatal blow was struck against him and he fell to the ground.

      He had been lucky that his well-trained band of men, who fought from behind him, were able to protect his vulnerable body from being struck again and his spirit sent to the other realm. He had remembered sounds of shock and horror from his people as they lifted his body away. At that point, he knew that luck was against him.

      He was now left on his sick bed as the war proceeded on without him. He wished now that his men had just left him to perish, for it was better than the hell he now found himself in. Being only half alive, he could use only part of his senses. He heard half conversations, footsteps and commotion in his room, but was unable to comprehend the meaning behind the words and sounds. He also saw blurred images from time to time, but his mind and eyes had no focus. And he could hardly move his limbs. He was a prisoner of his weak body, powerless to do anything but wait for it all to be over. He closed his eyelids in acceptance of is dire fact!

      Suddenly, he found himself awakened by a light, and then a gentle touch on his forehead. He knew it was a woman; he could smell her scent as she bent down and raised his eyelids to try and take a look into his eyes. She smelled of wild flowers. He could not make out her face; he was still in a half daze. But he felt a feeling of warmth, with her being so close to him. He wondered if he had travelled to the other realm. He then heard her sweet voice; it brought music to his ears.

      ‘Ethan, you need to drink this, before it’s too late!’

      He could not respond, no matter how he tried. He then felt her soft hands on his jaw. She gently opened his mouth and spilled a bitter liquid into his throat. He coughed, detesting the taste of the brew. She did not make him drink any further.

      She began to inspect his wounds. He could feel her wash them before she applied some type of ointment, with great care, and then bandages on his bare skin. His body had hurt greatly all over, but after she was done with him, he felt as if his pain was not as intense, and his wounds burnt less.

      ‘Ethan, I must go now, he heard her say. I will be back tomorrow to see how you fare and to re-dress your wounds. Try not to be distressed. Rest now, so you regain your strength.’ He felt her kiss his forehead, and then heard her walk out of the room as quietly as she had come in.

      He wanted to shout, and beg her not to go and leave him. He wanted the feel of her soft touch and words again. He wanted to know what her name was.

      He prayed that she would keep to her promise, and she would come to see him again!

      In the morning, he was awakened by the sunlight streaming through his window and beating down on his face. He opened his eyes, feeling optimistic for the first time in days. He put this in part to the feeling of strength coming back to his body. He still felt sore all over, but the pain felt more bearable. There may be hope for me yet, he thought.

      He also knew his change of mood was caused by the mystery woman who had come to his aid the previous night; he was eager to meet her again. And now that his eyes were not cloudy with fever, he wondered if he would be lucky enough to get a good view of her!

      A noise interrupted his thoughts. Is it she? He thought. But the footsteps were too heavy and masculine sounding and were those of two people, not one lone female.

      He closed his eyes instinctively, not ready to face any visitors in his weakened state other than the woman who had come to his aid the previous day.

      He heard the door open and two people enter confidently. They walked around his sick bed; he knew they were inspecting his condition. They then began to speak openly, unconcerned by his presence or whether he could hear their words of malice. He recognised their voices: they were those of his steward who helped to run his household affairs and his uncle. The two were in deep discussion.

      ‘Shouldn’t he be gone by now?’ His uncle spoke. Ethan could tell that he was frustrated.

      ‘Yes, he seems to be clinging on, but this will be of no use. The poison we gave to him was very strong. No one could survive such a dosage. It will be just a matter of days now.’

      ‘Well, as long as you are sure of that. Otherwise, why don’t we finish him off here and now?’ his uncle said.

      Ethan heard the sound of a rattling sword as his uncle spoke. He wished he could pounce from where he lay and strangle his uncle by the neck until the last breath left the man’s wretched body. But Ethan knew he was powerless and his body would not respond. So he willed his mind to calm down.

      ‘Don’t, my Lord. If we kill him in cold blood, it will raise suspicion. There are those who are still in firm support of Ethan, and believe foolishly that he will survive and be strong once again. So if we kill him and new wounds are seen, there are

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