Sometimes, the better you hide a secret, the easier it is for it to be revealed. When that happens, you immediately draw the Volturi attention. Your once normal and happy life crumbles to the ground and you are found bound into a castle full of the darkest and most dangerous creatures that walk planet Earth. One of those vampires though, seems to take a liking on you. Beware though! Secrets are still lying unrevealed and nothing is what it seems. (this story will not follow the Twilight Saga plotline)

PLEASE BE AWARE THAT THIS STORY WILL BE PUBLISHED ON AMAZON OCTOBER 1ST 2019 AND AS SUCH WILL BE REMOVED APART FROM THE FIRST FEW CHAPTERS. IT WILL BE AVAILABLE UNDER THE KINDLE UNLIMITED DEAL FOR THOSE THAT HAVE IT. "You taste like mine." Serena is a witch. Well, almost... If it wasn't for her badly behaved familiar she might have already ascended to full witch and finally gained the approval of the Head of the Council - her mother. But the damn cat doesn't seem to want to play ball and it's getting to the point that the local cattery is looking like a swell idea. For a warrior witch, the fact that her own familiar won't reveal his war form, is making her look severely stupid. And Serena doesn't do stupid.... Good thing she has a glitter-witch/pixie/gypsy/no idea what she actually is, best friend who has her own dragon as a familiar, and Serena is not jealous. Not at all. With help from a highly intoxicated Grandma, and an overly affectionate naked guy, Serena and Hayley fight against Sod's Law to finally achieve more than the title of 'Faulty West Coast Witch.' This is a Novella of roughly 50,000 words that includes lots of indecent flashing, coarse humor, and an irreverent witch that has the vocabulary of a big, burly truck driver. Foul language warning in three....two....one.... Author takes no responsibility for sudden cat appreciation societies, adoptions, and/or girly-squeals. Any relation to real life is totally accidental and should this occur, please send details (and photographic evidence) to author's email address ;).

Book 2 of West Coast Witches. See Kitty's Witch for book 1. Lucian was a bad, bad dragon. Kicked out of the Goddess' favor because of his vain, selfish, anti-social, jewel-hoarding nature, he found himself tied to the one thing he couldn't possibly resist - a witch so sparkly, she's almost blinding. He'd spent an entire year basking in the affection of the brightest witch in the whole of the West Coast, right up until that f*cking cat ruined everything by revealing their biggest secrets, and now he's lucky if he can get a single shimmery pout from his twinkling witch. Well. He's just about had it with her insistence on ignoring him. He was a two-tonne dragon. A freaking dragon. With fire and claws and Goddess-dammed spinal spikes for f*cksake. He was going to help her get her clumsy friend back, eat the silly elf that took her, and make her glitter for him until he couldn't see straight anymore. All that sparkle was his, dammit, and dragons don't share their jewels.

When Sportacus receives a letter from Robbie in which he asks for the hero's help this turns out to be just the first of many uncharacteristic appearing behaviors of the town villain and other strange happenings connected to it. And it's only the beginning of an adventure for the unlikely pair during which both of them have to cross lines that appeared impossible before. And all that can help them do so seems to be accepting their true feelings for each other...and their own true natures...