Man in Black

A Wicca coven. A serial killer obsessed with witches. A spell gone wrong. And an innocent seventeen-year-old girl.Can The Man in Black stop The Witch Killer or is he too caught up in the charm?"Maggie raced through the forest, leaping mossy logs and boggy spots, flying with the force of the encounter. Witches! There were witches, right here in her forest at Buntzen Lake. Suddenly, the amazement Macbeth had felt became very clear and very real, and these witches hadn't even melted before her eyes. But they had made out.That man in the black cape with the long black curls and Egyptian eyes … He could be a rock star. She couldn't shake the image of him bending that white-robed woman over the altar-had never seen anything like it, or like the others in their brilliant cloaks-like movie stars only a million times better because you could smell them, and they smelled like earth and exotic spices and sweet September smoke, and she'd almost touched them … and the dancing and the music … No one at school would believe this."

In the captivating sequel of The Tortured King, ancient magic collides with modern trickery as a Wicca high priest embarks on a thrilling journey to defy the boundaries of time and challenge destiny. In his attempt to prevent the tragic outcome of The Vampire's Game, goth magician/coven high priest, Estrada, initiates a preemptive strike against Diego and his vampire brood. Archaeologist Sorcha O'Hallorhan slips into her own time warp with a woman she once adored; and Conall Ceol, an Iron Age Druid bard, rides into the future to challenge Michael Stryker for Estrada's love.#LGBTQ+ #URBAN FANTASY #THRILLER #VAMPIRE #CRIME #SUPERNATURAL #SPICEAnd when the first sounds burst from the bard's throat, Estrada stood on the dance floor gazing up at Conall and thinking again of that four-hundred-year-old yellow cedar tree that had been split by lightning. Thick as Manuka honey and melodic as his pipes, Conall's voice tossed and turned and evanesced, then spiraled back like Time. Like they were all caught in The Between. When tears rolled down Estrada's cheeks, he tasted their salt on his tongue. "Like treacle." Michael's whisper tickled his ear. "I can't wait to taste him."