A century’s old grudge. A burning desire for revenge. A hunger for carnage and chaos...
For years, the Mercier family has despised Elsbeth, the Red Witch. Now, with her entering their town, Melisande Mercier feels her chance for a long-awaited vengeance is finally at hand.
Yet before her plans can be put into place, the sexy sorceress finds trouble snaking its way through the halls of her manor. Downtrodden by the fact that her overwhelming desire for her cousin, Kenrick Locke, can never be, she unknowingly invites evil into her bed.
As the son of one of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse, her new lover seeks to unleash Hell on Earth with the Mercier family as his sacrificial pawns. Melisande’s only hope to save her family is to put aside her hatred and join forces with Elsbeth.
Can the flames of their age-old rivalry be snuffed out for the greater good? Or will their failed alliance cause the world to burn?
From the world of Falls Creek comes Book Two in The Spell Caster Diaries; a paranormal suspense series by author SF Benson!
SF Benson loves putting a spin on a story. She primarily writes romantic fantasy with unusual characters in unexpected circumstances. SF’s books feature diverse and strong characters who have to work hard to get to their happily ever after. Sometimes the playing field is fraught with supernaturals. Other times it might be a pervasive magic. No matter how you look at it, her characters know how to meet the challenge and get what they desire—love!
Published since 2016, SF has released sixteen books in five different series and has appeared in four anthologies! Under Nadirah Foxx, she’s written six books on the darker, steamier side of life.
Curious about what all SF Benson and her alter ego, Nadirah Foxx, might be up to? Check them out at https://www.authorsfbenson.com/.
I loved writing Elsbeth in Inception, but writing Melisande Mercier was so much fun! Imagine a super sexy witch who has all of the supernaturals in the French Quarter bowing at her feet. Melisande is dark with her magic and can be deadly when she wants to. Thank goodness, she doesn't want to often!
Another storm was brewing, but it wasn’t an event any human or any type of technology could forecast. The pending tempest wouldn’t involve rain or even high winds, but it would be climactic. Its signature—sexy, dark, and devastating—filled the air and made my spine tingle. Ever since I was a child, I knew trouble had a peculiar, lewd taste. A particular funk that couldn’t be ignored. Something else I discovered as a child? My family owed its very existence to evil. We reveled in it and found it delicious.