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    Blood, Toil and Trouble: A Bad Witch Short Story
    Blood, Toil and Trouble: A Bad Witch Short Story
    Blood, Toil and Trouble: A Bad Witch Short Story
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    Blood, Toil and Trouble: A Bad Witch Short Story

    By Robyn Bachar

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    Why settle for bad, when you can be wicked?

    Marie is the wild child of the venerable Duquesne family, born to break her mama’s heart. After failing at her guardian duties on two previous assignments, protecting Chicago’s magician community is Marie’s last chance at redemption. But with hunters preying on the people she’s supposed to protect, Marie must join forces with sexy, tempting Dr. Brian Dannaher to combat them—and nothing is more dangerous than falling for a vampire.

    Brian lives in the shadow of the other area chroniclers, often overlooked but grudgingly content to live a quiet, unremarkable unlife—until bold, vivacious Marie stirs desires he has long ignored. Chroniclers are meant to investigate and record magician history, and never to interfere with it. They most certainly do not charge into the fray and battle the rising darkness, but Brian was a soldier in life and hates the idea of watching from the sidelines. Brian would do anything to fight at Marie’s side, even if that means violating the oaths of his order.

    When the hunters strike too close to home, Marie has the chance to prove herself worthy of her family’s upstanding guardian reputation. But being a good guardian means ignoring the desire drawing her into Brian’s arms, and it’s so much more fun being bad...

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRobyn Bachar
    Release dateMay 1, 2020
    ISBN9781733576178
    Blood, Toil and Trouble: A Bad Witch Short Story
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    Robyn Bachar

    Robyn Bachar writes romance with swords, sorcery, spaceships and submersibles. Bachar's novels feature action and adventure, danger and suspense, found families and happily ever afters. Her books have finaled twice in the PRISM Contest for Published Authors, twice in the Passionate Plume Contest, and twice in the EPIC eBook Awards.

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      Blood, Toil and Trouble - Robyn Bachar

      CHAPTER ONE

      W e’ve got to stop meeting like this, Doc.

      I’d much rather take you out for dinner and dancing, Miss Duquesne, Brian said. Sadly, duty calls.

      What kind of dancing? A blush heated my face as I studied him. His reply was a sly smile, and I shivered as I was flooded with scandalous thoughts.

      Dr. Brian Dannaher and I had been crossing paths on a regular basis since I transferred to Chicago during the summer. As a guardian I’m charged with enforcing magical law and order, and as a chronicler Brian’s job is to investigate what happened and record it for posterity. Brian was also a Cook County medical examiner. Smart move—Brian could head off non-magical law enforcement from delving too deep into investigating murders with magician ties.

      At this point I saw Brian more often than I did my brother and sister-in-law—and I was living with them. I had to stop flirting with Brian, but Lord and Lady, the man pushed all my buttons. Brian possessed a clever wit and a charming Irish brogue, and he was just so pretty. Pretty is my catnip, but no matter how much mischief glinted in his eyes when he smiled at me, Brian was still a vampire. A sort of lesser-evil vampire, but good guardians did not date vampires of any variety. Period.

      I politely cleared my throat. Speaking of duty, who called you? I was asked to do a home check. No word about bodies being dropped.

      My tip about this location had come from the friend of a friend of a member of the local shapeshifter council—or so the text claimed. It wasn’t what I’d call a reliable source, but with so many shapeshifters falling prey to hunters I couldn’t afford to ignore it. We were still guessing at the total number of shapeshifters who were missing or dead, because shifters are a guarded bunch, and any information could be vital to our investigation. The situation had to be dire for them to contact us at all—when a guardian shows up at a shapeshifter’s door, it’s not because I’m looking to borrow a cup of sugar. I’ve probably been sent there to put it down like a rabid dog.

      Brian raised his phone. Anonymous text. It piqued my curiosity.

      Let me see. I swung off of my Harley and reached for his phone, but he drew it away and tilted the screen so I couldn’t see his unlock code. Smart. Paranoia may be another word for longevity, but so is vampire. Gullible people don’t live forever.

      Here. Brian turned the phone toward me, and I peered at the text and frowned.

      Different number, but it’s near the same message. Who contacts a guardian and a vampire for help?

      Chronicler, he corrected gently. I winced—there are two types of vampires, chroniclers and master necromancers, and both of them consider vampire to be an offensive descriptor. Not sure why that is, but I blame Bram Stoker. Dracula’s continued popularity hadn’t done the undead community any favors.

      Sorry, sugar, I drawled. Too much time spent with my sister-in-law. Cat’s not fond of blood drinkers right now, of any variety.

      "I understand, and since you called me sugar in your lovely accent I’m obliged to forgive you." Brian favored me with a polite bow, and I blushed again. People had been enamored of my accent since I left New Orleans for other assignments—it was great for scoring free drinks. All I had to do was bat my lashes and offer a sultry laissez les bon temps rouler and bam! All the booze a girl can drink—and as a guardian, I’m blessed with an epic alcohol tolerance. I can drink entire motorcycle clubs under the table.

      Thanks, Doc.

      At any rate, I assume I was contacted for my forensic skills, with or without a body to examine. He nudged the tool box resting on the curb beside him, and I nodded.

      No vehicle tonight? When I’d pulled up Brian had been standing alone in front of the house.

      No, I walked, he said, and I shuddered. Vamp—er, chroniclers and master necromancers often took shortcuts through the shadow realm to get from place to place in a hurry. It was a great way to instantly avoid traffic jams, but an equally great way to get jumped for trespassing by a band of angry shadow demons and pummeled into a bloody pulp.

      Well, let’s investigate, I said.

      In theory, crime scene investigation fell under a guardian’s purview—as long as a magician was involved in the crime—but investigation wasn’t my area of expertise. My specialty was apprehension. Magician councils called me when they wanted me to locate a guilty party, beat him down and haul his ass in for judgment.

      After you, Miss Duquesne. Brian picked up his gear and offered me his arm. Charmed, I looped my arm through his and we walked up to the house together. Being near Brian reminded me of being head over heels for a high school crush—I hadn’t suffered from this sort of awkward longing in years, and while my reaction was intriguing it was not work appropriate.

      The address we’d been summoned to was on the South side of Chicago,

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