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  Wicked Good Witches (Supernatural Protectors: A Legacy of Magic) The Complete Series

  Ruby Raine

  Published by Ruby Raine, 2017.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  WICKED GOOD WITCHES (SUPERNATURAL PROTECTORS: A LEGACY OF MAGIC) THE COMPLETE SERIES

  First edition. November 24, 2017.

  Copyright © 2017 Ruby Raine.

  Written by Ruby Raine.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  WICKED GOOD WITCHES BOOK 1 | Book 1, Magic, Blood, and Bone

  WICKED GOOD WITCHES BOOK 2

  WICKED GOOD WITCHES BOOK 3

  WICKED GOOD WITCHES BOOK 4

  WICKED GOOD WITCHES BOOK 5

  WICKED GOOD WITCHES BOOK 6

  WICKED GOOD WITCHES BOOK 7

  WICKED GOOD WITCHES BOOK 8

  WICKED GOOD WITCHES BOOK 9

  WICKED GOOD WITCHES BOOK 10

  WICKED GOOD WITCHES BOOK 11

  WICKED GOOD WITCHES BOOK 12

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  WICKED GOOD WITCHES BOOK 13 | Sing a Song of Sixth- Sense

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  WICKED GOOD WITCHES BOOK 14 | Who Wants to Witch Forever?

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 17

  Epilogue...

  Special Note from the Author

  WICKED GOOD WITCHES BOOK 1

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  Book 1, Magic, Blood, and Bone

  Supernatural Protectors: A Legacy of Magic

  Includes strong language and adult situations.

  Recommended for readers 18 Plus.

  MELINDA HOWARD POURED a potion into a small glass vial. She used a funnel, not trusting her unsteady fingers. It was her first time making this particular potion and if the results were anything less than perfect, the consequences would be fatal to the vampire standing in her kitchen.

  He was across the room. A good fifteen feet away, but she’d have sworn he was hovering just inches behind her, watching her every move. Movements that suddenly became heavy and awkward. A sudden self-awareness creeping across her skin she’d never worried about before. At least not in front of the vampire.

  Darn it all! She chastised herself silently. Keep it together, you’re almost done.

  She exhaled, letting out a surge of hot breath, shuddering as an electrified pulse fired down her spine at the thought of him watching her. The pulse had the effect of pulling her skin too tight and made her fidget as if her body wasn’t the right size and shape it should be.

  Her heart quickened, her fingers quivering as she removed the funnel, the vial nearly filled. Just one final step to complete the potion. She shoved her chin-length chestnut bangs behind her ear, grabbing an already filled dropper and added the contents within to the vial.

  The mixture sizzled, a small plume of steam erupting from the vial before the clear liquid inside turned to deep red. Melinda smiled, relieved by the outcome. She let the buildup of nervousness escape with her next breath, corked the vial, turned, and tossed it to the vampire.

  It went high, threatening to fly over his head and crash into a wall. He deftly jumped into the air, caught it, and landed without a sound.

  “Good catch, William,” Melinda said, winking playfully.

  The vampire threw Melinda a stern smirk before drinking the contents of the vial.

  “Like you’d miss,” she added, rolling her eyes at him. She averted her gaze, unable to linger in his for long.

  “I never miss,” William replied matter-of-factly. The vampire straightened his black pullover, the dark color only further accentuating the paleness of his neck and face.

  “Did it work?” Melinda asked, venturing a fleeting look in his direction.

  “It tastes correct.” He paused, savoring the warm sensation the potion gave him as it forced its way through his veins like the blood that no longer willingly pumped its way through his body. “I do believe you did perfect, Melinda. Well done.”

  She curtsied, nodding in appreciation to her one vampire audience, hurriedly turning away again to avoid making eye contact.

  His gaze narrowed in a questioning manner. “Are you okay this morning?”

  Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. He noticed. I so suck at acting. “Um, yes,” she answered too hesitantly. She cleared her throat. “I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

  “You seem on edge.”

  On edge? Really? You have no idea, her thoughts exclaimed loudly. She wished she could tell him the truth- that her edginess was completely his fault.

  Melinda had dreamt about William the night before. A dream that while in the middle of, painted her the image of a goddess adored by a vampire. But once awakened from, left her restless with skin far too tight, achy, and needy. And now, normal daily actions she’d never given a second thought to turned clunky and awkward, sitting at the forefront of her thoughts while in William’s presence.

  Was he watching her, right now? What did she look like through his eyes?

  She’d had a crush on him for years, but she’d never dreamt of him, not like this. Not like these last few weeks. She’d awakened to a pleasant sting trailing across her skin, where cool fingers had traced the curves of her back, where lips had caressed her, tasted her. Where fangs had... her hand involuntarily slid up to her neck, a heated stammering of her heart causing her to catch her breath. She might as well have been living out the dream right here in the kitchen for goodness’ sake!

  “There it is again,” the vampire noted, disrupting her lust-filled memory. “I’ve never heard your heart flutter like that before. Are you ill?” He stepped closer, concerned.

  Stupid super vampire hearing! Melinda held her breath for a second, blood racing to keep up with her stammering heart. “I’m fine. Promise. I was just nervous about making the potion, and was recalling my dream from last night.” This was a partial truth. There had been a second dream. A much less pleasant dream, one she had shared with him. Her skin flushed and gaze lowered.

  “Very well,” he conceded with a narrow stare. She was holding back on him, something she never did until recently. What had changed? What was she hiding? Why did she not feel at ease enough to confide in him, as always?

  Melinda refused eye contact, keeping herself busy and her gaze downward. And if she chewed her bottom lip any harder she might draw blood. She shivered, though it was a warm summer day. That flutter returned, blood rushing through her veins in an attempt to keep up with her erratically beating heart. It got stronger the longer his eyes lingered on her movements.

  What was she hiding from him?

  He cast his gaze across the room looking at nothing in particular, focusing on the pulse of
her blood, a sound he was familiar with. This flutter though. It was... different. Strangely enticing. Although he could not ascertain why. Somehow, each flutter called out to him, almost reaching out across the room to him, jolting him with electric sparks of... of what? And why did it matter?

  Because all things Melinda Howard mattered. That’s why. And if she was ill, he needed to know. His ears tuned into her heart, his eyes closing, his mind sinking into each beat. Each pulse of blood.

  Unconsciously, he licked his fangs.

  What would she taste like?

  He sucked in, eyes opening in disgust. A scowl engraving on his face.

  This reaction displeased him immensely. It was not normal, appropriate, or acceptable behavior. Not for him.

  It was too bad he needed to have a blood-empty stomach before drinking the potion. He’d have to wait thirty minutes before partaking of his typical breakfast of warmed, week-old animal blood. It hardly sounded appetizing compared to the lovely blood-filled creature standing just out of reach.

  “William,” he barely heard Melinda call out. “Would you put this away for me? I can’t reach.” She outstretched her arm, holding a jar filled with herbs. She lifted her head when he did not reply, the jar slipping through fingers suddenly unable to maintain their grip.

  William caught the jar with ease and spun around to put it away, too late to hide his mistake. He might have controlled his fangs and kept his distance, but his eyes had turned a ravenous black. Normally, being around humans was tolerable. He’d had hundreds of years of practice. This morning, however, was particularly difficult. Melinda’s blood had always smelled appealing. But this morning it was practically calling out to him. “Drink me. I’m yours.”

  His hungry black eyes were something Melinda had witnessed before. She didn’t understand why it startled her so badly this time. Perhaps it was that she’d never been alone with him before when it had happened. She’d never had super sexed up dreams about him before, either.

  Embarrassed by her reaction, she grabbed a few potion supplies and busied herself putting them away. She took a glance and noticed William’s typical emerald greens had replaced the greedy black.

  God, I love his eyes. At forever thirty-one, the vampire’s smooth boyish face could not hide the old soul staring back at her. She let out an exasperated breath, wishing to forget every detail of all her William dreams. They would never come true anyway.

  William was a vampire. She was a human. A witch, but still human. And William had a strict no-dating-humans policy.

  As she cleaned up the potion-making mess, a young man entered the kitchen, at the same time running his gel covered hands through his spiky hair. He quickly regretted that choice thinking instead he needed to plug his nose. “Potion time again,” he realized, rinsing his fingers off in the sink.

  “Good morning, Michael,” said the vampire to the young man, who was Melinda’s twenty-three-year-old brother. “The taste is as loathsome as the smell.” William made a face that said, be glad you’re not the one drinking it.

  Michael was about to reply when a voice startled them from the hallway, behind them. “Good thing the potion’s worth the price, then.”

  “Charlie!” Melinda raced past Michael and jumped into her eldest brother’s flannel covered arms.

  Charlie twirled his sister in a circle, hugging her fiercely. He was not just older than she and Michael, but much larger, too. A broad shouldered, rugged man of twenty-six.

  “Hiya, Kiddo.”

  “God, you reek!” she choked out sarcastically. “More so than the potion, and that’s not an easy feat!”

  “That’s what happens when you take a three day fishing trip,” Charlie said, letting her slide back down to the floor. “I had to come home before the full moon.” His words really meaning, if it wasn’t rising soon, I’d still be gone.

  “Yeah, of course you would. It’s just nice to have you back in the house again.”

  “Which just proves my point that you’re still not getting out enough, Sis.”

  “Don’t start with me again about that. I’m getting out plenty. Remember that date I went on, like, a month ago...” her voice trailed off at the end, as she recalled the date had actually been over two months previous.

  “My point exactly.” Charlie poked her side, affectionately.

  Melinda had tried to forget that last date. It ended badly. Not that it had started all that great. But she’d given in and slept with the guy; he proceeded to finish, call her something along the lines of adorable and got dressed. She was pretty sure when he said adorable, he meant chubby. Which she wasn’t. Or maybe he’d meant, you gave it a good try. An A, for effort.

  And yeah, she’d eaten too much during their date, but that was mostly because he never shut the hell up and gave her a chance to speak. So yes, her pooch was a little bigger than it might have been normally. But it was the way he’d spoken his goodbye, which happened just minutes after they’d finished. Like he’d done her some charitable favor by sleeping with her.

  She’d left that part out when telling her brothers how the date went. The guy was a Jerkwad. Sex with the Jerkwad was empty. Meaningless. A complete waste of time. It hadn’t been satisfying in the least. But he’d gotten what he wanted. And she guessed, technically speaking, so did she. There was no longer the title virgin dangling over her head. Something that seemed important at the time, now, after her first time, not so much.

  Of course, if her brothers or William had found out how badly things went, they’d probably have killed the guy. Or at the very least, injured him severely.

  Charlie grabbed a mug of coffee and nodded toward his brother Michael, who refused to return the gesture. Charlie had hoped to avoid another argument so soon after arriving home.

  As it turned out, Michael didn’t feel like arguing either. “Meeting Emily for coffee,” he explained, promptly leaving.

  Charlie shook his head, disappointed.

  “Give him time,” the vampire advised kindly.

  “Why does he have to be so damn stubborn?”

  Melinda snorted. “Um, gee. Maybe because he’s a Howard.”

  “Exactly. He is a Howard, and like it or not we have a responsibility to uphold.”

  “Michael gets that, Charlie,” Melinda cut him off before his rant continued. “He’s just not as accepting of his fate as we are,” she added dramatically. “He sort of has a point though. I mean, why should he be forced to spend his life protecting the Isle, just because he’s a Howard?”

  “We don’t get to make that choice, Melinda.” Charlie stated it with finality. He glanced at the vampire, searching for approval, but William’s face showed no sign of his true feelings on the matter. Charlie had not thought it possible, but the vampire appeared distracted. When William didn’t answer he changed the subject.

  “Thanks for making the potion for me, Sis. I left for my trip so fast I completely forgot about it.”

  “No worries. You’ve had a lot on your mind. Besides, I’d do just about anything for My William.” She decided the best way to move past last night’s dream was to treat William as she always did.

  The vampire breathed out testily. “Melinda, you must stop calling me that. It is not right. Not only am I nearly four-hundred-years-old, but until quite recently I was your legal guardian. Must I keep reminding you of this?”

  “William,” she retorted innocently. “I’m twenty-one and you’re the only man I can flirt with in this testosterone filled house. Besides, you make it so easy. Have you looked at yourself lately? That’s right, you can’t. So I must take it upon myself to remind you how handsome a vampire you are.”

  Yes, she thought. Ridiculously handsome. No, he was beyond handsome now, especially after last night. He’d gone straight from handsome vampire she had a crush on to forbidden fanged hotty in a matter of a single dream. She tapped her fingers on the counter as if this movement would somehow drown out the racing heartbeats thudding against her chest.


  Apparently, forgetting about the dream was not going to be easy. And admitting how desperately she wanted the dream to be real, and knowing it could never happen, left her balancing on a precarious edge of never-going-to-have-this-itch-satisfied-ness.

  And the truth was, William did have a reflection. But it wasn’t one his own eyes could see. A side effect of the potion he’d just downed. It made looking into glass, difficult. Things had a fuzzy appearance. One bad side effect that was worth the freedom the potion gave him.

  William noted the change in her heart rhythms again but ignored it, tossing Charlie a look that pleaded for his agreement in the matter of her affections.

  “Maybe, Melinda, you would be better off saving your attention for someone your own age,” Charlie said, backing up the vampire. “And not to bring it back up again, but perhaps if you got out of the house more often...”

  “Charlie, you’ve scared off all the guys I’ve dated!” Except for Jerkwad, which she’d done herself apparently, by just being her. And there had only been two other guys she’d dated before him. Three whole guys, twenty-one years old. So beyond pathetic. Melinda tensed. She had chosen Jerkwad, to give herself to. She was never going to forgive herself for that choice. But she hadn’t wanted to carry the label virgin anymore. How stupid that label seemed now. She still felt like a virgin. At least she hadn’t told Jerkwad, not that the fact redeemed her decision at all.

  She pictured seeing Jerkwad’s face if she’d told him he was her first. Ugh. Thank God I was smart enough to keep my mouth shut. If not my legs.

  She put her stubborn gaze back on. “Charlie, between you, Michael, and William, drilling my dates with questions no normal human would comprehend, it’s no wonder they never call back for second dates.” She lashed out, preferring to believe it was them and not her, driving her dates away. But how could it not be her? She just wasn’t dating material. Or perhaps the other two had just wanted what she’d given Jerkwad, and when she didn’t put out...

  Dating sucks.

  But she’d blame it on her brothers, just the same.