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Hex and the City
By Nazri Noor
Stolen Hearts, Book 1
Leon Alcantara is a real son of a witch.
The last in a proud line of witches, he’s come to test his small magic in the big city. Stealing enchanted artifacts pays the rent, but the competition is fierce. And handsome. And great at magic, too.
But Maximilian Drake and his dark, brooding glances are the least of Leon’s problems. A chain of anomalies surges through the city, strange distortions in reality that threaten both Dos Lunas and its people.
Suspected by the arcane authorities, Leon is forced to work with his nemesis to clear his name. But Max is so secretive over his shrouded past. Can he even be trusted? Leon must decide before the anomalies destroy the city — and his entire life.
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“Whoa. Okay, big guy. I’m flattered that you think I’m speedy enough to steal it right from under you, but I’m not that good.”
Max scoffed as he laid the watch back down. “You couldn’t even secure the bag from the Smith house. But considering how unprepared you were, I’m hardly surprised.”
My hunger faded, replaced by anger. Hanger. I set my noodles down, stood up, and strode over. “I work my way,” I told him, the two of us meeting in the center of the room. “You work yours. Not that your method is any better. All that preparation and you couldn’t grab the bag, either.”
He jabbed a finger at the air right in front of my face. “Because you got in the way.”
“That bag would have been mine if you hadn’t interfered. You got in the way first, Max. You did.”
My finger jabbed at his chest before I could stop myself. He stared at me aghast, like he was shocked I was fighting back. What a jerk, this Maximilian Drake, so used to bullying others just because he was bigger, stronger, taller, darker, handsomer — damn it. I clenched my fists, sucked in a long breath.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” I told him. “I can use my words.”
He backed away a step, scowling. Good. Some part of him was still scared of me, of my unfamiliar foreign hexes. I could use my words, all right. I still regretted doing that, though, the chest jabbing. Not because of the retaliation that might follow, but because of how it confirmed that he truly was a walking slab of muscle.
I forced myself to glare him in the eye, too afraid of what I might do if I allowed my gaze to linger on that tempting groove in the middle of his chest. The one separating his perfect pectorals, the one that invited me to run a finger down the entire length of his torso, all the way to his —
“Just stay on your side of the room,” Max said. “And I can’t believe I just said that out loud, but you’re behaving like a brat, and you deserve to be treated like one.”
I bared my teeth at him, standing on the balls of my feet. “Oh, yeah? Well, you should stay on your side of the room, on that awful, squeaky bed, with all your stuff draped all over it. Are you unpacking or setting up for a yard sale?”
He raked a hand through his hair, gestured angrily at the general vicinity of my bed. “Says the guy with all the crap and junk food. Have fun sleeping in a pile of cookie crumbs, you whiny baby.”
“Fine!” I stomped my foot, proving his point, and thoroughly hating that I was proving his point. “I will. I will sleep in a pile of crumbs. God, you’re so annoying.”
His back turned to me, Max pulled his tank top up and over his head as he strutted toward the bathroom.
“Whatever you say, baby.”
In a different context, using a different tone of voice, what he said could have been sexy. Instead it made my fists tighten, my toes curl. Plus, I couldn’t even get a good look at his torso. So inconsiderate.
And I realized too late that I’d let him have the last word.
“You’d better not take forever in that bathroom,” I said.
He stopped at the door, feet plodding heavily as he turned toward me. I held my breath. I was expecting a six pack. Nope. The man had eight, split by a trail of dark, tantalizing hair leading down to his waistband. He grabbed the front of his jeans and pulled down his zipper, the sound of it ripping through the silence.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he said, this time with a suggestive purr. “You’ll get your turn, too.”
The bathroom door clicked shut. Black undies. I’d definitely caught a flash of black undies, and he’d definitely caught me staring at his abs.
And he had the last word again, too.
Fucking hell.
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Nazri Noor is a California-based author of Filipino and Malaysian descent. He can curse fluently in three languages, but only writes in English. He also speaks just enough Sindarin and Valyrian to impress absolutely no one. Nazri loves writing urban fantasy heroes who use wits, style, and their wildly unpredictable magic to save the day. They often fall in love, too.
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