Witchfire in the Vampire's Hold (Witchfire #1)

The Vampire King watches me like he already owns my curves. My witchfire heats whenever he gets close. The castle thinks I’m the sweet little mouse with a broom. He knows better.

I keep my voice soft. My hips swaying. My power tucked low where no one can see it.

But he feels it humming under my skin. He steps into my space, and my magic rushes to greet him. Heat climbs my throat. Flame curls low in my belly.

His presence turns every room hotter. His shadow drags desire across my nerves. His touch—barely there—undoes the control I’ve spent years mastering.

The king shouldn’t want the hidden witch. The witch shouldn’t want the monster built for sin.

But everything in me burns for him anyway.

One touch from him could ignite me.

And I’m ready to let the fire take us both.