Published: Aug 15, 2011
ISBN # 9781554879144
Word Count: 15,111
Sorcha Channing is determined to achieve a positive outcome in her craft. The daunting task she undertakes lands her in over her head. With the help of her familiar, Esmie—just maybe she can fix what’s gone wrong. Macsen Steele is tired of rescuing young witches from the boiling cauldron. With his enhanced and manipulated DNA, he’s only there to do his job, not fall for the beauty he’s assigned to but can never have. Will the two opposites be able to avert politics aiming to separate them? Or can passion and respect burn so hard between opposites hot enough to cause a complete melt down.
Heat from the sun’s rays departed and the fiery star dipped below the horizon. Sorcha flitted through Macsen’s mind. Irritated by the troublesome witch, he shrugged her image away as the decaying stench of evil permeated the air. He rose to follow the dark scent that tickled his nose. Stone cracked and crumbled down his naked body much like water sluiced off wet skin.
Under his feet, the roof creaked. Small pebbles pinged from his body while larger rock turned to ash, billowed in the air around him and then disappeared into the night sky. What he needed was a Red Bull to wake up properly. With stiff steps, he moved up the slope onto the highest peak and scrutinized the land below him.
Traversing one lifetime to the next, with a new coven for each stop, he paid a penance for his sinning parent whose choice damned him for eternity. His assignment to look after the ascending leader’s children, a keeper…a protector until recalled to a new location. Six young women drove him to distraction nightly. One aggravating temptation in particular refused to leave him in peace. From her hypnotic blue eyes, perfect body, to her moon spun silk hair, damn she had him waxing poetic. He snorted and let the sounds of the night give him the clues he needed. Yeah, she was up to no good. Her nervousness washed through him.
“Where are you, Sorcha?”
He heard her voice ring loud and clear, the soft sound of her cursing brought a laugh to his lips. He opened the link between them and found her staring—
With a guttural roar, he took flight, cloaking his form in invisibility. Weeding through the panic of six females meant ciphering which squeals were in actual terror and which were in moderate fear. The city below faded away. Enhanced vision showed him their magical trail, one he followed past the parks and out of the city. Macsen sniffed and let out a huff of hot air. Incensed, he headed toward the outskirts of the cemetery.
Wings splayed, he flapped above the quivering girls, trying to remain within their protective circle—upturned earth on one side of them, the thin veil sealing demons from entering earth on the other ripped open. Like a tug of war, the low-level demons edged closer in an attempt to draw them out. His gaze fell on Sorcha’s white knuckled grip on the grimoire and the summoned corpse trying to wrestle it from her hands. What in the hell had she gotten into this time?
He had half a mind to stand back to see what they were made of. When Ekho, the youngest of sisters, let out a wallop of a scream…loud enough to bring in local law enforcement, his decision was made for him. Macsen swooped down into the fray, opened his mouth, spewing acid fire in the demons’ direction, propelling them to scurry for cover. In a raspy dialect, he repeated his words, commanding their obedience in returning to their levels.
Sorcha wants nothing more than to control her craft but when a little peer pressure gone bad brings her face to face with her new guardian she finds her life altered in ways she never dreamed. Poor Sorcha the girl has the worst luck in the world but luckily she had Macsen there to protect her when she really needed it. I can honestly say I loved how she handled the situation with the gargoyles and wanted to help them no matter the costs to herself.
Macsen is forced to watch over a group of witches that can’t seem to stay out of trouble and one in particular cause more than the rest. Macsen is a great male lead though he broods like no other he is always there willing to help the girls when needed. You could tell he truly cares for Sorcha and appreciates her help at the end.
This book ended with what looks like the great promise of another book and I can’t wait to read it. 4 Fairies
Mahalia Levey draws you into the story with her descriptive prose and sense of humor. She makes the characters instantly likeable by making them seem very human. The main characters are Sorcha and Macsen. Sorcha is a lovable witch that is clumsy and could even be considered a walking disaster. Macsen is the guardian gargoyle that was sent to protect Sorcha and her sisters.
Sorcha and Macsen meet face to face early on in the story during one of Sorcha’s accidents. Macsen sets things right and Sorcha can’t stop the instant attraction. Sparks fly and then words. The two set each other’s nerves on end without even trying. This is something that is developed in a positive way throughout the short story. Their romance is a whirlwind of erotic delight.
The secondary characters deserve a mention because they brought out the personalities of Sorcha and Macsen and added a layer of humor. Sorcha’s sisters and Macsen’s gargoyle friends kept the story light and flowing.
Ms. Levey left her readers hanging in Courting Disaster with worry for the safety of one of the sisters. I’m hoping that this ending means that we’ll see more of these witches and gargoyles in the future. Mahalia Levey created a wonderful world for these characters so that with future instalments it can grow even further. I look forward to the journey.