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    A Slash of Savagery (Wiccan-Were-Bear #8)
    A Slash of Savagery (Wiccan-Were-Bear #8)
    A Slash of Savagery (Wiccan-Were-Bear #8)
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    A Slash of Savagery (Wiccan-Were-Bear #8)

    By R.E. Butler

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    Book Eight in the Wiccan-Were-Bear Series

    Natural Wiccan Arissa Kensington takes a job at the vampire club, Fang, in an attempt to help protect the vampires’ mates who are being targeted by anti-vampire fanatics. She expects to perform protection spells and help out around the coven’s office, but she never expects to meet her mate or that he will have flashing purple eyes and double fangs.

    One thousand-year-old vampire Brone has spent the better part of his immortal life with a sword in his hand. One look at the beautiful Wiccan, Arissa, and he knows that he’s found his beloved mate, and he’s willing to walk away from everything that he knows for her. When the coven’s enemies attack the one meant to protect them, can Brone get to her in time?

    This story contains a vampire assassin, the Wiccan who loves him, a dragon who needs saving, and a heart-stopping battle. Expect possessive vampire behavior, spell casting, a sassy Wiccan, and plenty of neck biting.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherR.E. Butler
    Release dateOct 27, 2014
    ISBN9781310235528
    A Slash of Savagery (Wiccan-Were-Bear #8)
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    R.E. Butler

    A Midwesterner by birth, R.E. spent much of her childhood rewriting her favorite books to include herself as the main character. Later, she graduated on to writing her own books after "retiring" from her day job as a secretary to become a stay-at-home mom.When not playing with her kids, wrestling her dogs out the door, or cooking dinner for her family, you'll find her typing furiously and growling obscenities to the characters on the screen.Her best-selling series Wiccan-Were-Bear, The Necklace Chronicles, Hyena Heat, Wilde Creek, Were-Zoo, Arctic Shifters, Norlanian Brides, Saber Chronicles, and Ashland Pride are available now.

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      A Slash of Savagery (Wiccan-Were-Bear #8) - R.E. Butler

      A Slash of Savagery

      Wiccan-Were-Bear Book Eight

      By R. E. Butler

      Copyright 2014 R. E. Butler

      A Slash of Savagery (Wiccan Were-Bear Book Eight)

      By R. E. Butler

      This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of the author.

      Cover by Valerie Tibbs

      This ebook is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locations is coincidental.

      Disclaimer: The material in this book is for mature audiences only and contains graphic sexual content and is intended for those older than the age of 18 only.

      * * *

      Edited by Jennifer Moorman

      * * *

      Much love and hugs to my sisterfriend, Joyce, for reading the story over and over and reminding me about the past

      To my Aunt B. L. and my husband, B. B., I love you both.

      Table of Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

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      A Slash of Savagery (Wiccan-Were-Bear Book Eight)

      By R. E. Butler

      Natural Wiccan Arissa Kensington takes a job at the vampire club, Fang, in an attempt to help protect the vampires’ mates who are being targeted by anti-vampire fanatics. She expects to perform protection spells and help out around the coven’s office, but she never expects to meet her mate or that he will have flashing purple eyes and double fangs.

      One thousand-year-old vampire Brone has spent the better part of his immortal life with a sword in his hand. One look at the beautiful Wiccan, Arissa, and he knows that he’s found his beloved mate, and he’s willing to walk away from everything that he knows for her. When the coven’s enemies attack the one meant to protect them, can Brone get to her in time?

      This story contains a vampire assassin, the Wiccan who loves him, a dragon who needs saving, and a heart-stopping battle. Expect possessive vampire behavior, spell casting, a sassy Wiccan, and plenty of neck biting.

      * * *

      Chapter One

      Mishka, the vampire master of the largest coven in the state of Ohio, read the security report sent to him by the coven guards. Red hazed his vision as he viewed the report on his tablet: another vampire’s mate had been attacked during daylight hours. That made three in one month. He had been master of the Cleveland, Ohio, coven for years, and in all that time, he could count on one hand the number of mates who had been attacked. Three in the same month was no accident. The mates of his people were being targeted.

      He laid the tablet on his desk, leaned back in the leather chair, and glanced across the desk to Brone, his oldest and most trusted friend. One thousand years old, Brone had been to hell and back more than once and lived to tell the tale. A male who held allegiance to none had chosen to join Mishka’s coven. Mishka trusted no one more.

      Options? Mishka asked.

      Brone was an imposing male: nearly seven feet tall and broad, with buzzed hair, blue eyes, and double fangs that were unique to his sire’s line. He was in charge of security for all of the coven’s holdings. The mates were taken during daylight hours when they were most vulnerable. The first order of business is that mates do not leave without security. There are plenty of daytime guards that can adequately protect them.

      Mishka nodded. The coven specifically employed staff who could function during the daylight. Since vampires slept during the daytime, non-vampiric staff handled tasks from security to the business office. There were chefs who cooked for the non-vampire staff and mates, accountants and lawyers who handled the business side of the coven’s holdings, and the cleaning staff. Daytime security was most important to him. Members of his coven lived and worked in his clubs. He had clubs all over the northern part of the state but chose Fang as his residence, as did many of his coven members and his inner circle, known as his family.

      The clubs are safe? Mishka asked.

      Yes. Brone leaned back in the chair and narrowed his eyes. But they were not attacked within the clubs, only outside of them. Percy’s mate was beaten up at the hair dresser. Nero’s on the way to her family’s home. And the most recent one, Horace’s mate, was shopping with friends.

      Mishka stifled a growl. The First Church of Humanity was a vicious thorn in his side. Since they had founded a church near Fang, he had seen an upswing in attacks on vampires. The church hid behind religious freedom, spewing hate-filled speeches about vampires, spreading lies, and picketing the clubs. Vampires had been staked in the name of human rights, and in a way, Mishka understood that. Having been alive for five hundred years, he’d been part of many wars where one species or another believed they were superior. But these humans were preying on the mates, going after the females the males held so dear. Only cowards attacked women.

      It would be helpful if the males would turn their mates, Brone said.

      Mishka shook his head. I can’t ask that of them. Mates choose to turn and be turned at their discretion. Yes, it would make them safer, but they would still be vulnerable to the church’s attacks. Until they are stopped, I’m afraid that none of us are truly safe.

      Brone stood and glowered. The coven is safe within the walls of the club. I have seen to it.

      I know, old friend, but even you can’t prepare for everything. The church is a band of fanatical, misguided, dangerous people who are looking at every possible way of attacking us and driving us into extinction.

      Brone growled in his throat and left. Mishka exhaled slowly and closed his eyes. He had never turned a woman he loved, and neither had Brone, but he knew that it was the safest choice for a vampire’s mate. If Mishka ever found his mate, he would stop at nothing to see her safe, and he knew that Brone felt the same way.

      So far, neither of them had found a woman worth dying for. But who knew what the night would bring?

      Chapter Two

      Arissa Kensington stood behind the counter of The Cleveland Mother Earth Store and weighed fennel seeds on a small scale. She tipped the contents of the small bowl onto a square of blessed cotton and secured it into a pouch with a leather tie.

      You can leave dishes of fennel seeds around your home to banish negativity, Arissa told the woman who had asked for the seeds and then told her how much she owed.

      I can use them for banishing spells, too? the woman asked.

      Arissa wrapped the pouch in plain paper and placed it inside a paper bag, handing it to the woman. Of course.

      The woman took her change, gathered her package, and left the store. Arissa leaned on the worn, wooden counter and stared at the empty store. It was nearly closing time, but in her experience, people always walked through the front doors when the night was almost over.

      You’ll jinx us, Lulu, one of the coven Wiccans, said, smiling. A watched door always opens when you don’t want it to.

      You should embroider that on a pillow, she said with a laugh.

      Arissa had been part of the Northern Ohio Wiccan coven for almost two months. She had transferred from a small coven in Indianapolis after being contacted by the North Corner, Lorene. Lorene had asked Arissa to join the coven because they had recently lost several coven members and were looking for natural Wiccans, or powerful unnatural Wiccans to join them. Arissa was a natural Wiccan with the ability to control the earth. In her small coven, she had been a corner. After one meeting with the enigmatic Lorene, Arissa had been ready to join them.

      Lulu, who was an unnatural Wiccan with very little power, sprayed organic cleaning solution on the glass doors and wiped them with paper towels. Do you miss being a corner?

      Nah. Arissa began to straighten the counter. It’s draining to funnel power like a corner needs to, and it’s stressful to have people rely on you so heavily for their own power spikes. I like being part of the coven, but it’s nice to be on the outside of things.

      Lulu straightened and tossed the paper towels in a nearby trashcan. I wish I was more powerful. You can teach classes and give advice and readings. I just get to do the menial stuff.

      Arissa had heard many women over the years complain about their lack of power, but what they failed to understand was that having power was not all rosebuds and rainbows. Arissa could control the power of the earth, which meant that until she had learned how to harness her powers as a teenager, she had spent many years causing earthquakes when she was emotional.

      A natural witch, such as Arissa, was born to a full witch and inherited the powers of her family line. All the women in Arissa’s family could control the earth. Unnatural witches, like Lulu, had a family member somewhere in their history who was a full Wiccan but turned away from his or her power for one reason or another. As the power went untapped, future generations’ powers were diluted until there was very little, if any, real power left. Sometimes, like in the case of the East and West Corners of the Cleveland coven, unnatural witches could study and dedicate themselves to the craft and increase their power. Arissa suspected that Lulu, while she would like more power, wasn’t willing to work for it.

      When she finished cleaning off the counter, Arissa unlocked the register and pulled out the cash drawer. Just as Lulu was about to flip the lock on the front door, she gasped and Arissa looked up. Two tall men wearing all black pushed open the doors. Lulu backed away quickly, joining Arissa behind the counter.

      As Arissa prepared to cast a protection spell around herself and Lulu, an exceptionally beautiful man stepped through the open doors wearing an elegant suit, his golden-brown hair loose about his shoulders. Lulu made a squeaking sound, and Arissa looked at her in question, but the young girl’s eyes were glued to the man.

      It took Arissa a moment to realize why he looked so familiar. He was Mishka, the head of the vampire coven.

      After stepping around the counter, Arissa strode toward him. My name is Arissa Kensington. Can I help you, Sir?

      Tilting his head

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