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Bewitching the Enemy

Bewitching the Enemy

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by Dawn Chartier

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Contractor Storm Morgeaux is trying to keep her business afloat and not sleep with the hot-'n'-sexy new client, Dr. Nathan Davis. Adding to her troubles is the fact she accidentally released a series of dark spells. Now evil warlocks are after her family, and she has no idea who she can trust.

Nathan's biggest concern is getting his pediatric surgery


Contractor Storm Morgeaux is trying to keep her business afloat and not sleep with the hot-'n'-sexy new client, Dr. Nathan Davis. Adding to her troubles is the fact she accidentally released a series of dark spells. Now evil warlocks are after her family, and she has no idea who she can trust.

Nathan's biggest concern is getting his pediatric surgery center up and running. Still, his stunning new contractor provides plenty of distraction?until she sets off his Paladin medallion. A warlock is near. Nathan's first responsibility is eliminating the woman who wields new and dangerous magic. But something about Storm calls to him. She's mysterious, sexy, and downright irresistible, but most surprisingly, his.

Without the spells, Storm must learn to trust her new abilities. But can she trust the man who's torn between loving her...and killing her?

The Vieux Carré Witch Sister series is best enjoyed in order.
Reading Order:
Book #1 Bewitching the Enemy
Book #2 His Wicked Desire
Book #3 Forever Charmed

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Bewitching the Enemy

A Vieux Carré Witch Sister Novel

By Dawn Chartier, Kimberly Daniel

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2014 Dawn Chartier
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-63375-101-9


Storm Morgeaux hated being late more than anything.

She dashed through the museum's grand wooden doors, heart pounding, and plowed past the interior's massive Roman columns, whipping around the corner toward the stairs. Her dirty construction boots thumped loudly, sounding out of place on the pristine marble tile as she hurried up the staircase and rushed down the corridor.

Crap. They'd moved her grandmother's painting out of the small room it hung in last year. Damn it. The museum staff was always rearranging the rooms. She turned on her heel and stalked down the hall, peeking into each room as she went. That's when she heard them.

"Bless thee ..."

She followed the sound and entered a small room. Her three sisters and mother stood in a semi-circle, chanting and holding hands as the four of them faced the oil painting of grandma. And in typical Morgeaux fashion, they'd started without her.

Storm slid into place next to Rose. "Couldn't y'all wait another —"

Cold air blasted through the room.

Momma's legs buckled, then she bent and slid to the floor. Storm ran behind her, catching the brunt of her mother's weight. They both fell against the unforgiving marble. "Mom!"

She maneuvered to her knees and held her mother's head in her lap. "Mom? Can you hear me?" No response.

Storm's sister, Brye's gaze met hers, dark with worry. Beside them, Dusti dialed 9-1-1, while Rose rushed out of the room calling for help.

They'd never started the prayer without one another before. Why now? Why couldn't they have waited a few minutes longer? Momma's chest rose steadily. "Mom, can you hear me?" A beat. "Mom?" Thunder cracked outside like a whip. Not one snap, but four quick ones in a row.

Her mother still didn't respond.

"Why were you late?" Rose's sad voice cut off her thoughts. "You know how she gets about the ritual." She paused. "I left you a dozen messages."

Storm rocked, in an attempt to soothe her mother. "I came as fast as I could." She had promised she would be there. "I ... I uh ... ran to the jobsite to go over the revised surgery center contract and —" She should have postponed the meeting. But the weight of the entire family construction business weighed heavy on her shoulders.

Entirely her shoulders.

Shit. Her neck muscles tightened. Mom always warned them something terrible might happen if they didn't show up. She'd never believed her. None of them had. She'd always chalked it up as one of her mom's crazy philosophies. It's just a weird coincidence is all. Wasn't it?

"Where's the damn ambulance?" She leaned over. "Mom. C'mon. Wake up."

The youngest sister, Rose, touched Storm's shoulder. "She'll be okay, Sis."

Pressure built behind her eyes at her sister's kindness. Storm clutched her mother's hand. "She has to be." Tears threatened, but she held them back. She had always been the strong one.

For her mother's sake, being strong was more important now than it ever had been. She prayed she'd have the chance to make this right.

For her.

"Was she feeling bad earlier?" Storm glanced at Brye.

Brye faced the portrait and chewed on her lip for a second. "She seemed fine. But then she started mumbling about not letting them loose."

Storm followed her sister's stare, a sour taste filling her mouth. "Not letting what loose?"

"I've no idea."

She touched her mother's cheek. The annual gatherings had never made sense to Storm. She had no clue why her grandmother had requested they visit the painting each year after she died. Today, Storm had almost broken that vow. You were only a few minutes late. Give yourself a break. Surely being late hadn't caused this? Had it?

A pair of paramedics rushed into the room, pushing her aside, and swarming around her mother.

"Storm? Hey. Did you hear me?" Brye touched her arm.

She blinked at her sister. She'd been so caught up in watching her mom's face for a sign of consciousness that she'd blocked everything out except the strange tingling in her head. "No. What?" "I'll go with Mom in the ambulance. Dusti and Rose will take Mom's car. Follow us in your truck."

"Let's go." Storm loosened her ponytail, hoping to relieve the pain in her head ... didn't work.

The medics lowered her mother onto the gurney, and as they began to push it forward, Brye stopped them. "Wait. Where's her necklace?"

Mom never left home without that necklace.

Rose's eyes widened. "I saw her fiddling with it before she passed out.

"Go. I'll stay here and then catch up with you at the hospital." Storm hurried back into the other room, praying she'd find the one piece of jewelry her mother never took off.

It didn't take long to search the small room. Nothing. Her heart sank.

The necklace and the damned portrait — both were so important to her mother. Storm moved closer to the painting, searching for a clue, something that would be vital.

A black tome sat frozen above her grandmother's left hand and an ivory one sat above the right. Like the Libra horoscope sign.

The balancing scales of Justice.

Without thinking, Storm raised her hands and imitated her grandmother's pose. A cold breeze rushed through the room, and a shudder ran through her. She forced her hands down. A current started beneath her skin, humming stronger with each second, burning like fire.

Seized by a powerful urge to touch the floating tomes, Storm raised her hand toward the closest hardback — the black one. Her fingers hovered mere inches from contact when the ivory volume grabbed her attention and shifted her fingers to its direction.

Her hand shot back toward the black book. Run! A voice screamed in the back of her mind. Now! Her body refused to listen while her fingers moved ever closer to the dark book. Coldness wrapped around her like a wet blanket.

The room tilted, and her head spun. Black dancing spots blurred her vision. What the ...?

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

Sweat rolled down her temples and between her breasts, stopping at the waist of her faded work jeans.

Wrapping her arms around her waist, Storm wondered what the floating books were supposed to signify, if anything. Strange how she'd never thought about them before.

She'd never liked this painting. Damn, she liked it even less now.

A slamming door resonated down the hall, and she flinched, her pulse skyrocketing.

She tried to turn and leave, but her legs refused to cooperate. Her gaze shot to the painting once more. It toyed with her, demanding her attention.

Grandma's auburn hair hung long and wavy, exactly like hers.

The urge to touch the black tome returned, stronger than before. She focused on the blue and white veins lining the edges of the books, and then she saw it. Each book had a golden clasp lock.

Except one detail was off.

The black book's clasp was cracked. "You weren't there before — were you?" The lock had now spread farther apart as though it had been painted that way. "Impossible." She hesitated, and then slid her fingers across the ridges of dried paint.

Blinding light surged from beneath her fingertips. "What the —?"

She jerked her hand back, and the burst of light disappeared.

Shoulders squared, she raised her finger to the clasp. "What do you want?"

No reaction of course.

She snorted with relief. "I'm losing it." Stress had simply caused her to see things that weren't real. It happened.

But then, her headache exploded into a full-on migraine, and she leaned against the picture frame, fingers gripping the wood. A splinter pierced her skin, and she jerked back. Blood oozed, and trickled down her hand, but not before she'd accidentally smeared it across the portrait. "Good going, dumb-ass."

Storm wiped the blood off the picture.

A bright glare shone like a spotlight from beneath her splayed fingers. Blinded and too terrified to move, she tried to yell for help, but nothing came out.

A jolt of blistering electricity zapped her, and searing heat spread through her like lightning.

Thump. Thump.

The room spun, then slowly faded.

Thump. Thump.

Storm hit the floor like a sack of bricks. The whack to the back of her head was nothing compared to the acid burn eating away her insides.

"Are you okay, Ma'am?" A short, middle-aged woman stood over her, eyes full of concern. The lady helped Storm up and settled her onto the bench. "I'll get you a glass of water." She turned, and stopped in front of the painting. She bent over and picked something up and rushed back to her. "Um ... Did you drop these?"

Storm stared at the papers in the woman's hand. She didn't drop them, but somehow they appeared as though they belonged to her. "T-thank you." Without thinking, Storm reached out and took the papers. The women hurried off.

Storm studied the yellowed parchment that appeared to be torn from an ancient book, then flipped the pages over. All of them were blank. How odd.

Slowly, she raised her gaze to the book she'd touched in the painting. The lock was gone.

On the floor below the painting, the gold clasp now lay completely shattered and right next to it was her mother's broken necklace.


Pediatric surgeon Dr. Nathan Davis returned to the emergency room area after reporting the suspected child abuse case. He wanted to check in on the little girl before her mother and father decided to run again. This was her third visit in the last six months. This time her injury was a dislocated shoulder.

He cracked his knuckles, knowing deep in his gut that none of the injuries were accidents. The authorities moved way too slowly. Once his surgery center was complete, he'd do things his way. Sure he'd follow protocol as far as medical procedures went, but the abusive parents wouldn't like him very much once he was done with them.

The silver medallion he'd worn against his chest since becoming a Paladin, a Warlock hunter, chilled slightly against his skin with a familiar warning that danger was near. Within seconds of it chilling, the medallion warmed back to normal. What the hell? False alarm? He'd check into it if it continued. But not until he'd finished with his patient.

Nate squeezed the stuffed bear he'd bought from the gift shop and pushed the animal through the small opening in the curtain, keeping himself hidden. Throwing his voice into a silly falsetto, he said, "Hello. I'm Freddy the Bear, and I need someone special to take me home and watch over me."

Nate expected a giggle at the very least, but he got nothing. He reached to tug the curtain open, but someone beat him to it. A beautiful, obviously upset, redhead stared at him without saying a word. His breath caught in his throat. He glanced at the bed and no child. Sonofabitch.

The little girl's parents must have snuck her out.

An elderly woman lay still and silent where the little girl had once sat. Holding the teddy bear out to the redhead, Nate said, "Looks like you could use this."

"Thanks. I think." The woman took the bear and squinted at the furry, brown toy in her hands before eying him in confusion. Her fingers toyed with the bear's paw. "Wrong room, huh?"

Yeah, but right woman. Nate skimmed her dusty shirt, then her boots. He didn't smile often, but he felt a smirk coming on. "Sorry, cher, but keep the bear."

Her expression changed. "Wow. A doctor who gives out bears and knows how to rhyme. What a rare find."

Was she mocking him? "You've no idea."

Should he follow the strange urge to stay and find out more about the redhead, or leave in total humiliation over his theatrical performance with the stuffed animal? Without waiting for her shock to wear off, he turned. "Take care of my bear."

"I thought he was mine now, Doctor." She said as he closed the curtain behind him.

What the hell are you thinking? Find the little girl and her parents. Yeah, then what? It's not like you could kidnap the kid.

Nate sighed. It was true. He couldn't help her if she wasn't here. The thought angered and motivated him at the same time.

Only when he reached the end of the corridor did he remember he'd placed his phone number on a tiny piece of paper in the bear's front pocket so the little girl could call him in case of trouble. Now the redhead had it. Part of him liked the idea that she could call him. The other part knew she was trouble.

Nate searched the hospital corridor. His medallion had turned cold against his sternum for the second time today, and he grinded his teeth as adrenaline kicked in. No. One wouldn't dare come here. He opened his mind and scanned the abandoned hallway. Damn. He'd lost it. Rushing down the long hall, he found Paul behind the nurse's station chatting it up with some pretty blonde.

Paul wore a shit-eating grin. Nate cleared his throat then motioned with his head when Paul spotted him.

"I'll be right back." Paul ran his finger along the hospital tech's chin and winked at her.

Nate slammed through the door to the doctors' lounge and paced the room. His hands clenched, and he ached to punch the vending machine across from him. What the hell would bring one of those Warlock bastards here? On my fucking turf.

Paul swung open the door and stared across the room at Nate. "Make it quick. I've got about two minutes."

"Don't you feel it?" Nate asked. He'd been uneasy at the hospital all afternoon thinking his medallion was acting up, but now he was not so sure. "I feel one — here."

Paul closed his eyes and pulled his medallion from beneath his shirt. "Got nothing, man," he said, opening his eyes and curving his lips. "Itching for a kill, are you?"

Maybe. Nate glared at his fellow Paladin Warlock Hunter. "Aren't you?" Paul's eyes lit as he slid into a chair at the table. "Always. Did the Elders call?"

"No. I haven't heard from Grant yet." He hated waiting on orders from his grandfather. Locate the son of a bitch first, then wait for the call. That sounded better. However, they did have to hold off until the bastard left the hospital. There would be no bloodshed, not by a Warlock, where he saved people's lives. "What time do you get off?"

"Right after surgery. Give or take two hours." Paul moved to the door and glanced back to Nate. "If what you are feeling is correct, I can't believe those fuckers are that brave. Must have some big ones."

"Bowling balls. For peace of mind, scan the east wing on your way to surgery, I'll check the west."

Paul slipped out of the room. Just as the door closed, a missing-person code blared through the paging system. He strode out of the doctors' lounge, racing in the direction where he instinctively thought to find the missing person.

A slight chill developed against his chest once more. Maybe there was a Warlock sitting on his deathbed in the hospital. But why come here? Warlocks didn't go to hospitals. Nate rubbed his forehead. If you aren't dead already you bastard, you'll wish you were when I find you.

* * *

"What do you mean Mom's eyes opened and the newspaper floated in front of her?" Storm asked her sister.

Rose shrugged from the opposite side of the hospital bed. "Just what I said. I was dozing off when a noise — papers ruffling — woke me, so I glanced at Mom and found her sitting up in her hospital bed, her eyes wide open, hollow-looking, and staring at nothing. Then the newspapers lifted and danced in the air, like a breeze had tossed them, except her palms rose high as though she was guiding them with invisible strings." Rose rubbed her red-rimmed eyes. "Freakiest thing I've ever seen."

Storm wished she hadn't taken the bear to her truck. She wouldn't have missed the floating newspaper, and she could've used the bear to comfort her. "You sure it wasn't a draft from the air conditioner?"

"No, I'm not sure. She stayed like that for about ten seconds, then a nurse strolled in and everything was back to normal." Rose crossed her arms. "You think I was dreaming or something?"

After the weird event with the painting, Storm was in no position to deny what her sister believed to be true, even if it sounded like a campfire story.

Brye draped her arm around Rose's shoulders. "We're going through a lot right now, Sis. Maybe you did see it. I just wish I would've too, instead of going for coffee." She glanced around the room. "Where the heck is Dusti?"


Excerpted from Bewitching the Enemy by Dawn Chartier, Kimberly Daniel. Copyright © 2014 Dawn Chartier. Excerpted by permission of Entangled Publishing, LLC.
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Bewitching the Enemy (a Vieux Carré Witch Sister novel) 3.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 12 reviews.
Ren_Puspita More than 1 year ago
Bewitching the Enemy is not as bewitching as it should be. This first installment of Vieux Carre Witch series feels like a rip off of Witches of East End. Yes, I watch the TV version even just some episodes, and Bewitching the Enemy lack of rich characterization, background and setting. The worldbuilding is so weak and unbelievable. I think that Ms Chartier must cut some part so the pages fulfilled the quota, because I can see that she can develop some part and not make the story too rushed. Actually, I don't know why the series called Vieux Carre, while the heroine family name is Morgeaux. Yeah, I don't bother to search on Google what the meaning of "Vieux Carre" because I expect the author at least can mention it in this book. Bewitching the Enemy, imho, have a great premise, even it's overused. The heroine also strong one, she work on construction site and since I'm a project planner and contractor I can relate. What I don't like is what I've stated above, a weak world building. Ms Chartier do not explore her world thoroughly and that make me disappointed. What make me pissed of and reduce the star (I plan to give 3) is the rushed ending. Very very bad and unsatisfying conclusion I'd ever read. After the MCs confront the villain (that just barely mention), they have a fight because Storm think that Nate (the hero) love her because they are mate. Then they separate for some weeks, the story fast forward, and bam! HEA! Everybody happy! No conclusion for the fate of the villain, rushed chemistry between MCs, and one hell long epilogue. Oh, pfftt! :( I guess, if you like a witch theme book, you may want to read this one. It's just I can't enjoy Bewitching the Enemy like I want to. e-ARC provided by Entangled for honest review
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aprilrenee1976 More than 1 year ago
this is such a betwitching read. author definately bewitches the reader, in a good way. cant wait for book 2 ****A gifted copy was provided by the publisher for an honest review**** A new fantastic paranormal romance that features witches, warlocks, shifters and warlock hunters. When Storm Morgeaux is late returning home from work she never anticipates the chain of events that will unfold. Her mother ends up in a coma, she ends up with some weird new abilities, she meets the new DR whose clinic she is building and oh by the way, said DR hunts evil creatures who roam where she lives. Dr. Nathan Davis is a DR but he also hunts evil warlocks and when Storm is near, it sets medallion off. As the story progresses, we learn Storm in particular out of the three sisters could possibly be his mate . This story is a how Storm fnds out her "exotic" family background, who she really is and how she saves her mom and finds her true love. This is an entertaining, , funny and sexy read. The characters and their build up offer plenty of ideas for the future books, and keep in mind you have sisters Brye, Rose and Dusti Morgeaux who have also just discovered their witchy powers and origins, the scopes of their stories could go in many a direction(s), especially when you take into account that you have Warlocks, Shifters and Paladins added into the mix for future stories. I cannot wait to see what the author has planned for future stories. My rating: 5 stars ****
Mennina1 More than 1 year ago
Storm is struggling to keep her family business afloat and this new contract for a surgery center is what they need. Storm is late for a family meeting and her mother is sent into a magical coma. The problem is that non of her daughters knew that she was a witch or that they were witches. Then Storm lets out some very dangerous dark spells and sends their world into a tail spin. Then Storm meets the sexy good Doctor who is now her boss. She doesn't want to mix business and pleasure but it is really hard. Nathan is trying to get his pediatric surgery center up and running but as he gets near Storm his Paladin medallion goes off meaning there is a warlock near. Warlocks suck the lives out of witches to extend their own lives. Nathan is a protector of the witches and he just can't figure out what Storm is. Can they make it through all this chaos and find true love? Great story. Loved how the author created the setting and went with it. I couldn't put the book down. I was provided a copy of this book for my honest review.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I need sex i also need someone to have it with so please reply below to:::SEX'SLAVE'AGE:12 we can meet up and have sex im talking to boys or girls
Lori-Gonzo More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed reading this book and getting to know Storm and her sisters. Their bonds were right and I always love the stories with strong family connections. Storm and Nathan together were perfect together even though they had a hard time giving into their connection, stubbornness. Nathan was a protector, major swoon. He totally believed in his cause but I loved the way he would put his duty aside for Storm.   My only complaint on this book was that I would have liked a little more back story on Nathan and a little more to the end. I am hoping for more of Nathan and Storm should the sisters get their own stories. I received this book in exchange for an honest review from the publisher.
grandmareads102 More than 1 year ago
Storm Morgeaux is having a rough time. She is struggling to keep the family construction business afloat. Now her mother collapses when they are doing an annual ritual, but things are going to get a whole lot worse. Storm finds that she is a hybrid (part witch and part warlock) as are her sisters. They are being hunted by an unknown evil. Finally she is attracted to Dr. Nathan Davis who is a Paladin who hunts and kills warlocks as well as her client. What's she going to do? This story is a well written and suspenseful paranormal romance. Storm and Nate are so passionate. I loved watching them together. They have a love hate relationship that drew me right in. The city of New Orleans provides the perfect setting for their story. The secondary characters are so interesting. I really want to know more about Paul, another Paladin warlock hunter, as well as Storm's raccoon shifter, Bandit. The story is filled with both humor and danger. I need to know when the next Vieux Carre Witch Sister novel is coming. Be prepared this book ends with a cliffhanger. Dawn Chartier knows how to capture her readers' attention. I want to know who is behind this deadly attack.
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ReviewsByKellyHaggerty More than 1 year ago
I would like to thank Entangled Publishing, LLC who allowed me to preview this book via Net GALLEY for a fair and honest review. Love thy enemy! This is a fantastic beginning to what I hope will be a phenomenal series following the remaining Morgeaux sisters. The main characters sweep you into the story right away. The sisters are adorable, even with their personality quirks, especially Storm, as they struggle with secrets kept from them their entire lives. Nathan the super-hot hero fights himself, fate, and his could be fatal attraction to Storm. Chartier even includes some super steamy, toe curling, and romantic sex for us. While the sisters try to learn these secrets to save the lives of their mother and themselves, Storm engages in her own private battle with Nathan. Drawn into more and more secrets and mysteries yet to unveil, this novel is a page turner I could not put down. Sci Fi Paranormal types if you like yours with some hot romance thrown into the mix, then come and get it! 
gigiluvsbooks More than 1 year ago
Rebuilding New Orleans...one witch at a time Contractor Storm Morgeaux is trying to keep her business afloat and notsleep with the hot-'n'-sexy new client, Dr. Nathan Davis. Adding to her troubles is the fact she accidentally released a series of dark spells. Now evil warlocks are after her family, and she has no idea who she can trust. Nathan's biggest concern is getting his pediatric surgery center up and running. Still, his stunning new contractor provides plenty of distraction¿until she sets off his Paladin medallion. A warlock is near. Nathan's first responsibility is eliminating the woman who wields new and dangerous magic. But something about Storm calls to him. She's mysterious, sexy, and downright irresistible, but most surprisingly, his. Without the spells, Storm must learn to trust her new abilities. But can she trust the man who's torn between loving her...and killing her? Review: A really engrossing world of Witches, Paladins and Warlocks. I liked this new to me author's writing style, I thought she did a wonderful job of bringing us into her world.  In this world most of the warlocks have turned evil and suck the life force/souls out of witches to stay young and strong.  Paladin's are the enforcers and kill warlock's to protect witches.  The story is full of action and tense scenes.   Storm and her three sisters are thrust into a world they knew nothing about when there mother goes into a coma after Storm is late to a yearly meeting.  Storm unwittingly unlocks a spell and and comes in possession of some very powerful spells. Then all kinds a craziness breaks loose and Storm and her sisters must find a way to save their mother and get the spells back under lock down.  In the meantime Storm meets Nathan and neither of them trusts or knows what to make of the other, but the chemistry is there and fate throws them a curve ball. This story is full of strong, interesting characters who the author makes you root for.  The secondary characters are excellent also and make the story richer, I especially like Bandit. Cannot wait to read more about the sisters. 4Stars
Nicola_1202 More than 1 year ago
Bewitching the Enemy is an enjoyable paranormal romance featuring witches, warlocks, shifters and Paladins a.k.a warlock hunters. When Storm Morgeaux is late returning home from work she never anticipates the chain of events that will unfold. A chain of events that involves spells, evil warlocks, new found abilities and a sexy doctor. A doctor who just so happens to hunt warlocks on the side. When Storm and Nathan become acquainted in many aspects of their lives, the attraction is instant but something isn’t right and Nate’s warlock warning device is working overtime. I liked the characters and the general storyline but I must admit that I was expecting it to hold more magic; considering the Morgeaux sisters are new to their witchy-abilities, they seemed to take it a bit too much in their stride. I also felt certain parts of the story seemed to building up to more but faded away a little. But that said, it does hold some surprises and I'm hopeful elements of the story will continue as the series does. Dawn Chartier has created a likeable cast of characters, a story with potential and one with feeling. I look forward to seeing where she takes the sisters' journey next, Brye in particular. Reviewed for Read Your Writes Book Reviews. 3.5 stars Copy received courtesy of Entangled Publishing via NetGalley for an honest and unbiased opinion
bouncyberthaCR More than 1 year ago
3 - "I wanted you then, now and later." Stars. Bewitching the Enemy is the first book I have read by Dawn Chartier, but seeing as it is also the first book of the Vieux Carré Witch Sisters series, this time focusing on Storm Morgeaux and Dr. Nathan Davis. I am pretty sure it won't be my last. Initially bought together in a work capacity, Nate senses there is something a little off about his contractor Storm, especially after shaking hands with her, he gets the shock of his life and a branding on his palm that wasn't there before. A hurricane had begun to brew, and her name was Storm Morgeaux. Storm has a lot going on in her life at the moment, what with her mom's sudden non-responsiveness after a family get-together, the potential collapse of the family business she is responsible for. As well as feeling responsible for 3 sisters who aren't in the know about the financial crisis the business is in. As such, the last thing she needs is a pushy, sexy, Doctor/Client marking her palm, and then accusing her of being capable of things she had only ever previously believed happened in fiction. "First Witches now Warlocks. Whats next, Unicorns?" This is an entertaining, well-plotted, funny and sometimes sexy read. The characters and their development offer plenty of scope for the future books, and bearing in mind you have sisters Brye, Rose and Dusti Morgeaux who have also just discovered their witchy powers and origins, the directions their stories could go a numerous, especially if you take into account you also have Warlocks, Shifters and Paladins added into the mix at this stage as well. The only slight niggles I have, are firstly the fact that everything important pretty much happens over the space of several days, and personally I felt it would have worked better with a longer time-frame. Secondly, I also felt the sisters reaction to the discovery of their new-found powers and their families past a little lacking in reaction. I still really enjoyed it though, I was just looking for a little more emotion and less acceptance. "All great things are worth waiting for." I can't wait too see which sister is up next (although part of me is hoping for Brye), I am looking forward to seeing where Dawn takes the Morgeaux Sisters stories next. ARC generously provided via Netgalley, it was my pleasure to provide the above honest review.