Tena StetlerAuthor of Paranormal Romance/Suspense & Cozy Mysteries With Magic Spark!

Lets start with what is A WITCH’S QUANDARY all about.

Gale’s engagement is off because she refuses to leave her thriving business in Ireland to follow Dillon to Scotland. Her family and friends are on the emerald isle. Yet, when Dillon returns with the whole story and asks for her help, she must follow her heart.

Becoming a Solicitor, then partner in the family law firm was never Dillon’s dream. Now it’s his nightmare. Called to Scotland, his father demands he take his rightful place in the firm or be disowned and disinherited. Something is terribly amiss in the firm and family.

During Gale and Dillon’s investigation, they discover the enforcer for the Demon Overlord is also delving into rumors the firm is acting illegally. Magic has been stolen, someone is being blackmailed, and a member of the Witch’s council is corrupt. If Gale and Dillon want a life together in Ireland, they have to unearth secrets threatening to destroy the firm and family in Scotland.

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Sneak peek between the pages of A Witch’s Quandary:

Walking blindly into whatever was going on at Dillon’s firm was irresponsible and fool hearty. He can’t do this alone. No matter how hard she tried, the questions kept circling.  Did his father really send someone here to stalk and seduce me? Why? It was suddenly crystal clear to her that his father didn’t believe their relationship was over. What lengths would he go to to ensure that outcome?  Beads of sweat formed at her brow then trickled down her temple. Would he dispose of me to force Dillon to do his bidding? She swept a hand across her forehead to wipe away the moisture as her heartbeat increased and fear reared its ugly head. Taking several small breaths, she calmed herself. Masked hooted quietly in the tree outside her window. A whine and a yip sounded from the living room alerting her to the fact that Trouble was no longer asleep in her crate.

Slipping quietly out of bed, she shrugged into her robe and padded downstairs. “What’s a matter girl? Need to go outside?” she crooned to the puppy while unlocking the latch. Quickly, she clipped the leash on the pup’s harness and they sprinted to the door. Once outside Trouble immediately did her business then bowed down on her front paws, her rear end wiggling in the air and yipped.

“Shhhh…it’s the wee hours of the morning. Can’t we just go back to bed until the sun comes up?”

She must have dozed off, because the next time she opened her eyes, the sun streamed in the bedroom window highlighting the auburn streaks in Dillon’s tousled sable hair. His sculptured facial features reminded her of the handsome highlander rogues that no doubt existed in his family tree. She listened for the pup, when no sound filtered upstairs, she touched Dillon’s cheek and his stunning deep blue eyes rimmed with thick, dark lashes, the envy of any woman, blinked open. His luscious full lips curved up in a devilish smile easing her trepidation.  A talent he’d possessed since she’d first laid eyes on him.

He reached over and gently caressed the little creases between her eyebrows. “What’s got you frowning so early this morn, Mo Ghra?”

She loved the Gaelic endearment meaning “my eternal love” as the words rolled off his tongue in Scottish brogue. “Nothing. Rough night.” She took his fingers and kissed them before letting him wrap his arms around her again. “I like watching you sleep. You seem so at peace. Rather than carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders as you were when you walked into the pub.”

“Not fair. I was worried about you.”

“Maybe. But that’s not the only reason. I see the trouble in your eyes and feel the turmoil in your heart. Have you so soon forgotten Fae blood pulses through my veins as well as the telltale witch’s magic?”

“I’d never make that mistake. Your Aunt Erin taught me the ways of your family. Not looking forward to facing her again under these circumstances.” He sighed heavily. “What are the chances I get tangled up with a Fae/Witch married to Tiarnan King of Faeries either?”

“Luck of the draw.” She laughed. “Once we explain everything. We need to do that soon. They will understand. It’s not like they’ve never faced family tyranny at its worse. Whose father banishes his only daughter to the Sihde of her Faerie lover never to allow her to see sunlight or feel it on her face again?”

“True. But at least they knew what they were up against. We’ve no idea.”

“For centuries. And no control over fixing it.” She crossed her arms across her chest.

“I see your point. How about we get up, fix a quick breakfast, and take a walk along the cliffs? The pup will like that.”

“Make her easier to manage at the shop too.” She glanced at the clock on the wall. “It’ll have to be a quick walk, I need to open Pixie Magic in a couple of hours.”

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