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  Son of a Succubus

  SERIES Collection

  BOOKS 1-7

  A Spin-off Series from

  Womby's School for Wayward Witches

  SARINA DORIE

  Copyright © 2020 Sarina Dorie

  All rights reserved.

  ISBN-13: 978-1709154379

  NOT-SO-COZY MYSTERIES

  IN THE womby’s school for wayward witches SERIES listed in order

  Tardy Bells and Witches’ Spells

  Hex-Ed

  Witches Gone Wicked

  A Handful of Hexes

  Hexes and Exes

  Reading, Writing and Necromancy

  Budget Cuts for the Dark Arts and Crafts

  My Crazy Hex-Boyfriend

  Spell It Out for Me

  Hex Crimes

  Of Curse You Will

  Cackles and Cauldrons

  Hex and the City

  Wedding Bells and Midnight Spells

  Hex Appeal

  Safe Hex

  The Joy of Hex

  Hedgewitchin’ in the Kitchen

  The Trouble with Hedge witches SERIES

  The Witch of Nightmares

  A Cauldron Full of Curses

  A Pocket Full of Poison

  The Witch’s Familiar

  SON OF A SUCCUBUS SERIES

  A Familiar Magic

  Curse of the Witching Hour

  Magical Maladies for Beginners

  The Physics of Souls

  Incubus Charms

  A Vial Full of Magic

  A Devil of a Time

  Soon to be released

  SON OF A FAE SERIES

  A Court of Muses

  A Court of Faerie

  A Court of Nightmares

  A Court of Ravens

  A Court of Witchkin

  A Court of Magic

  A Court of Shadows and Lies

  The vega bloodmire cozy witch mystery series

  Ghoul Problems

  Ghoulish Charms

  The Hex Files With Felix Thatch series

  Talented and Goblin

  No Way in Spell

  Other WORKS BY SARINA DORIE

  COLLECTIONS OF FUNNY SHORT STORIES

  Fairies, Robots and Unicorns—Oh My!

  Ghosts, Werewolves and Zombies—Oh My!

  stand-alone Novels

  Dawn of the Morning Star

  Urban Changeling

  The Chronicles of Dartania

  Silent Moon

  Fairy Godmother Mysteries

  Wrath of the Tooth Fairy

  The Memory Thief Series

  Steamy Steampunk mysteries

  Other Titles to Be Announced

  Table of Contents

  NOT-SO-COZY MYSTERIES

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  A special note for my fans because you specifically asked for a chronology of events:

  A Familiar Magic

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Curse of the Witching Hour

  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

  Magical Maladies for Beginners

  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

  The Physics of Souls

  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

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Incubus Charms

  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

  A Vial Full of Magic

  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

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  A Devil of a Time

  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

  EPILOGUE

  A Sneak Preview

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  If you are reading this spin-off series from Womby’s School for Wayward Witches series, I’m guessing you have read the other books as well. Whether you have stuck with the books because you love the quirky characters, you want to know about Abigail and Lucifer’s origins, or you are waiting to see what happens with the potential love interests, I appreciate your enthusiasm.

  I want to encourage you to sign up for my newsletter if you haven’t already done so. This helps me as an author connect to my readers, lets you know when books are being released, and gives me a way to gift you with free books and short stories.

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  Happy reading!

  A special note for my fans because you specifically asked for a chronology of events:

  The Son of a Succubus Series is its own original series and spin-off of the Womby’s School for Wayward Witches Series. The first novel in this series, A Familiar Magic, takes place after The Witch’s Familiar, the last book in the Trouble with Hedge Witches Series Bundle. The first novel in this series also takes place around the time of Book 13, Hex and the City from the Womby’s School for Wayward Witches Series. The second book in the Son of a Succubus Series, Curse of the Witching Hour, spans th
e time between Book 14 and Book 17 in Womby’s School for Wayward Witches Series. The remaining books in this series occur in the aftermath of the Womby’s School for Wayward Witches Series.

  A Familiar Magic

  Book 1

  CHAPTER ONE

  The Cat’s Curse

  All it took for Lucifer to lose himself in his cat self and to forget he was human under the midnight fur and sinewy muscle was the rustle of a bird’s feathers. Wings thrummed in the bushes nearby, and his ears twitched with alertness. His head snapped toward the rustle in the azalea, and his eyes fixed on the bird.

  It was a raven watching Abigail plant bulbs in the garden. Abigail MacQuillan Lawrence, his witch, the woman he’d loved for the thirty years he’d been cursed to live as a cat—and longer—worked in the dirt, unaware she was being spied on. Lucifer’s fur prickled at the tingle of magic in the air. This was no ordinary bird. It stared at Abigail with sinister intent in those beady, black eyes.

  The raven was probably in the employment of the Raven Court, sent to spy on or apprehend his beloved witch. Lucifer’s attention fixed on the bird and Abigail kneeling in the dirt, her back to the raven. The house and yard were warded with protective magic. A Fae shouldn’t have been able to get in, but the Raven Court was a tricky lot, and their queen was powerful.

  Lucifer hadn’t been able to use magic since he’d been changed into the form of a cat—not actively use it, anyway—but he could sense it. He felt it now, emanating from the bird in waves. It was about to do something, possibly to shift into a harpy or unleash a spell.

  He needed to attack before the bird suspected what he was about to do. Lucifer sank close to the ground, prowling slowly under shrubs so his prey wouldn’t see him.

  The flutter of the bird’s heart was calm, unsuspecting. The bird twitched, tracking Abigail’s movements as she stood and stooped to pick up her bag of bulbs and plastic kneeling pad. She wore a kelly-green jacket under an emerald yard apron, making her auburn hair look like it was made of fire. Mud stained the knees of her skinny jeans even with the care she took not to kneel directly in the dirt. It didn’t seem to bother her, though. She hummed to herself softly.

  She was oblivious to the fact that a Fae disguised as a bird observed her every movement, probably assessing her for weakness before striking.

  It was as Abigail removed her garden glove and held up a bulb to examine it that Lucifer realized why the bird was so interested. It wasn’t just that Abigail was a fairy godmother to a potentially powerful witch that the Raven Court wanted.

  The tingle of a plant affinity wafted in the air, flavoring the garden with the yearning to grow. Probably without even realizing what she was doing, Abigail was using magic.

  The Witchkin offspring that resulted from Morty and Fae pairings were forbidden from using magic in the Morty Realm, yet here Abigail was, her plant affinity pulsing within her. It was weak but not dormant as she often claimed.

  Lucifer’s own magic had been what drained her. It had been an accident, caused by his rash decision to use electricity on an enemy in an effort to protect her. She shouldn’t have been able to use her affinity, especially here in the Morty Realm surrounded by electronics and Morty-crafted chemicals.

  Green sparkled around Abigail’s fingers as she carefully laid the bulb in the earth. The raven tilted its head with interest. The Fae spy had just witnessed Abigail using magic. If it reported her use of magic—unwitting or not—when it was forbidden, the Fae could lay claim to her.

  Lucifer wouldn’t allow it to come to that.

  He stalked closer to the bush, prowling low to the ground, keeping to the shadows. As the raven leapt from the bush and swooped down toward Abby, he rushed forward in a spurt of motion and pounced, claws outstretched. His momentum sent the bird crashing to the ground, and they rolled into the shrubs along the fence line. Lucifer’s teeth clasped the raven’s neck. The bird flapped its wings, trying to throw him off and fly away. He shook the bird until his teeth were in the correct position to find the killing bite.

  Lucifer chomped down. The raven went limp.

  That would teach those bullies to send their spies to come for his Abigail. He wouldn’t tolerate any Fae harming his human or her family.

  Lucifer waited under a shrub, watching for more Fae. When he saw none, he lifted the bird and sauntered over to Abigail. The bird tasted wrong in his mouth. Magic clung to the feathers, bitter and acrid, the flavor lingering even in death.

  Lucifer dropped the enemy at Abigail’s side and butted his head up against her leg to get her attention.

  She stopped what she was doing and wiped her gloves against her apron. “What have you caught there?” Her eyes crinkled up, worry lines etching her forehead.

  She was still as beautiful as the day he’d met her when she’d been fourteen, though she was now closer to fifty. Freckles dotted her face, and the emerald of her eyes held concern. Sometimes she complained about gray hairs, but Lucifer didn’t see any.

  He meowed, the sound like an apology. In a way it was. Hunting birds was about all he could do now that he was trapped in this body.

  She nudged at the bird with her trowel. “Is that another one from the Raven Queen?”

  He bowed his head. It was the third he’d brought her this week. She scanned the trees. He nudged her, trying to explain he’d already searched for more.

  She removed one of her gardening gloves and scratched him behind the ears. “You’re my brave protector, aren’t you?”

  He nuzzled up against her and melted into a limp rumbling furball as she stroked his fur. She had always known how to show him affection, as a human or a cat.

  “We need to make our home safe. If we can’t, Clarissa won’t be able to come home for the holidays.” Abigail lifted him onto her lap.

  Clarissa wasn’t a child anymore. Lucifer wanted to reassure Abigail that her adopted daughter could take care of herself, but he couldn’t say anything. He closed his eyes, purring as Abigail petted him.

  “Who do you think we should inform? Vega Bloodmire or Felix Thatch?” she asked.

  The joy of being touched faded away. His ears flattened and his tail twitched.

  Why did she have to bring up his younger brother? There was no elfing way he wanted to be in the same room with Felix, that sniveling traitor. Not after what he’d done, abandoning Lucifer as a child to fend for himself against an abusive madwoman who had forced him into a heated oven as punishment. It happened that madwoman was their mother, and when she’d hauled Lucifer out of the oven, he’d found his siblings had run away from home and left him behind.

  A lump of ice sank into Lucifer’s belly at the memory of feeling so unwanted that they hadn’t waited to take him with them. Never again would he trust his brother to help him.

  Lucifer tore himself from the desire to follow his cat instincts and run away. It took all his mental energy to focus on her words and respond. He pressed his paw into the grass and drew a “V.”

  “Vega, it is,” Abigail said. “I’ll send her a letter.”

  Lucifer didn’t relish seeing Vega again. She was a wicked witch and related to the former mentor who had cursed him into the form of a cat. Even so, he needed to ensure Abigail remained protected from creatures worse than Vega Bloodmire.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Happy Haunting

  Vega Bloodmire arrived three evenings after Abigail sent her a letter by mail to Womby’s School for Wayward Witches where Vega Bloodmire worked as a schoolteacher with Clarissa, Abigail’s adopted daughter. Rain pounded against the roof, the rhythm creating a song of winter that almost masked any other sound.

  Abigail was in the kitchen, sliding organic, sugar-free, vegan “cookies” onto the table with a spatula, still unaware they had a visitor. Had she been baking real biscuits like she would be during the holidays in a few weeks, Lucifer might have been too distracted to notice the arrival of a guest, but he had no interest in these unappetiz
ing lumps.

  He knew Vega was there at the back door that led to the garden before she’d even knocked.

  It wasn’t the scent of magic that alerted him, not with the door closed between him and the oak tree that witches used to hide their arrival through portal magic. His ears pricked to attention when he heard the squish of Vega’s heels in the mud and the string of swear words as she splashed through a puddle that told him she’d arrived.

  He heard an incantation and tasted the flavor of starlight and grave dirt as Vega neared. The words of the incantation were for a cleaning spell, followed by a drying spell, but the way the words rolled off Vega’s tongue so smoothly and precisely sounded different from anyone else Lucifer had heard utter the same chant.

  “Meow,” he said to alert Abigail they had a guest. He padded over to the door and pointed with a paw.

  Abigail set her potholders aside and rushed over to open the door just as Vega knocked. Abigail smiled pleasantly, her eyes crinkling up with wrinkles that made her look mature and maternal.

  She stepped aside to allow Vega in. “It’s so good of you to come.” Her cheeks were flushed from the warmth of the kitchen.

  Lucifer nodded his head, pleased Abigail hadn’t thanked Vega. He was always nervous she might forget the rules of the Faerie Realm where they’d both dwelled during their teenage years. If one thanked someone with Fae blood, there would be consequences. Even if it was the Witchkin offspring of a half-Morty and half-Fae, one would owe the other a favor.

  As it was, Vega always expected favors, even if Abigail didn’t thank her.

  Vega swept through the door, looming over Abigail with her slender frame, looking disdainfully at the herb garden on the windowsill and the photographs of family on the wall. Vega was something like how Lucifer imagined a 1920s flapper would look like combined with a wicked witch in all black. The short bob of her midnight hair curved around her jaw, framing a face made of angles so lethal she could cut with a look. Her black sequined dress was accented with emerald beads the same dark shade as her sultry eyes.