Bring Me The Witch’s Heart: Witchwood, #1

By Amber Lew

When a witch dies, her body transforms into a magical tree. Warlocks harvest the wood from these witch-trees to craft powerful artefacts. But witches live a long life and don't die easily. That's why they hunt them.

 

When nineteen-year-old Eileen is attacked by a terrifying warlock, she follows a mysterious black cat into a hidden realm. Forced into a world of magic beyond her comprehension, she learns she's descended from witches. And her ancestry is far more intricate than what she expected.

Caught up in a web of royal conspiracies, she finds that this is not the utopia she had been promised.

As she uncovers the secrets of the Witch Queens, she will question what she knows about love and belonging. A stupidly handsome warlock, Adrian, will make matters more complicated when he reveals why he's been chasing after her.

 

Enemies by nature, Eileen and Adrian must unite against a common threat—a dark force is pulling the strings to bring war and chaos to humans and witches alike.

 

As their feelings for each other grow, they must fight the unknown forces at play before it's too late. 

 

Will Eileen have what it takes to make the hard decisions when the time comes?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Eromami Publishing
• Release date: Nov 20, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223764755

Amber Lew

I'm Eromami and I write spicy fantasy romance books. In my stories, you'll encounter a strong female protagonist who may start with doubts but finds her inner power. Alongside her, you'll meet a captivating main male lead and intriguing secondary romantic interests. These adventures take place in detailed fantasy realms, featuring mesmerizing male leads who are shifters—vampires, werewolves, fae, dragons, and more! While the protagonist explores romantic bonds with other characters, she ultimately finds her way to a committed and monogamous relationship with the male lead, resulting in a happily ever after or happy for now ending. These reverse harem stories have no mm action, and the relationships depicted are mostly hetero, with occasional bi-curiosity.

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Book 1

Bring Me The Witch’s Heart

Chapter 1

Don't Open The Door

I walk into my old room for the first time in months, and there he is, sitting on my bed as if he owns the place. Handsome? Well, sure. He's probably the most attractive man I've ever laid eyes on. But does that give him any right to invade my privacy? Absolutely bloody not.

Who the hell are you? The words leave my lips before I have a chance to think them through. He meets my glare with an infuriatingly charming smile, his pearly white teeth framed by full, rosy lips. It's ridiculous how much I want to keep looking at that smile.

What are you doing in my room, who let you in? I continue, not giving him even a second to reply. My heart races as I back away from him. I haven't been home since I moved out of Dad's house to attend college, and now some stranger is just lounging on my bed like it's no big deal.

The man finally gets up, smoothing out his tailored blue suit. His movements are graceful, and confident. He extends a hand towards me, but instead of taking it, I observe him carefully, equally curious and annoyed.

He seems to be in his mid-20s, tall and broad-shouldered, with a powerful frame that hints at the muscles beneath his fancy suit. Oh, I'm sorry, we haven't met, he says, his voice deep and velvety. My name's Adrian.

I glance at his outstretched hand, then back at his face, raising an eyebrow to silently demand more information. As I study his features, I can't help but notice his square-jawed face, framed by a tousled mane of golden hair that falls effortlessly over his forehead. It gives him a slightly mysterious allure that's both irritating and intriguing.

Realising I'm not going to shake his hand, he withdraws it and clears his throat, looking slightly embarrassed. Oh, right. Your father William let me in, he says.

Dad let you in? I repeat incredulously. Dad never invites anyone over, especially not strangers this good-looking. Also, today is my birthday and we were supposed to spend it together the two of us, as always. What on earth is going on?

My handbag suddenly shakes, and I delicately place a hand on it to still the movement. I glance quickly at Adrian, hoping he hasn't noticed, and meet his gaze. His beautiful, expressive eyes are a shade of hazel that seems to shift with the light, ranging from an intense blue-green to a warm, inviting brown.

How do you know my father? I ask nonchalantly.

We're colleagues, I'm a designer as well, he replies. I study him once more. Dad was never one for socialising much. He had never invited anyone to our house, ever. And he certainly never mentioned this guy. But I suppose we haven't been talking much lately, not since that fight.

He said he would be back in a minute, Adrian continues, bringing me back to reality. He went out for some groceries.

I nod and hold the door knob. I can deal with him later. Would you mind waiting in the living room? I have to change.

Oh, of course, Adrian says, and proceeds to leave the room. But not before giving me a last, wickedly charming smile. The way his lips curved so invitingly made it hard to keep one's guard up. Luckily my heart is sealed away tight.

I close the door behind him and sigh, relieved to finally be alone. Without hesitation, I put the bag onto the floor, unzip it and out comes the cat. He gracefully glides out of it, immediately jumping on the bed and making himself comfortable. I observe him stretch luxuriously. He's a beauty, with glossy black fur that attracts the light and a sleek, almost regal air about him. His bright yellow eyes appear almost human, as if he knows far more than he should. Over the phone, Dad mentioned a stray cat had been wandering around the house for a few days. He'd be furious if he knew I'd let it in, but the poor thing seemed so hungry, meowing pitifully at me. I couldn't just leave him outside.

Right then, I say to the cat, just give me a second, okay? I quickly change into something more comfortable – a pair of leggings and an oversized shirt. For a fleeting moment, I consider dressing up to match our unexpected guest, but I dismiss the thought as ridiculous. I'm not interested in dating anyone, not now or ever, so why bother?

Before heading to the living room to make sure the stranger isn't rifling through our valuables, I stick my head out of the open window and squint against the sun's glare. Our rented home in Nottinghamshire is in the middle of nowhere; no neighbours, no shops, nothing. Just grass, more grass, a few trees, and behind those trees, a road that leads to a sleepy little town. It's dreadfully dull, and I can't