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Good girl Prys Bane is the ultimate witch princess—titled, rich, beautiful, and from the best royal bloodlines. But the STEM genius would rather hide with her statistics and crush on a forbidden bodyguard than marry a proper prince. Better to guarantee that no one discovers her true magic—powers more suited to a storybook villain than any princess.
Bad boy John Donovan has pretended to be a bodyguard while hiding his supernatural double agent status from everyone—even his own sisters who see him as the villain. Crushing on Prys seemed safe until he learns she’s not only the witch magistrate investigating a murder where his sister is the chief suspect, but Prys is also the matchmaker hired to force him into an arranged marriage.
When John and Prys are pulled into a deadly mystery that comes closer and closer to the couple by the hour, they must work together. When Prys discovers John’s kink, these enemies quickly become lovers whose passions ignite. Can this princess and her antihero find happily ever or will the killer be a best friend whose betrayal neither can survive?
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Publisher: City Owl Press
Language: English
Print Length: 388
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Good girl Prys Bane is the ultimate witch princess—titled, rich, beautiful, and from the best royal bloodlines. But the STEM genius would rather hide with her statistics and crush on a forbidden bodyguard than marry a proper prince. Better to guarantee that no one discovers her true magic—powers more suited to a storybook villain than any princess.

Bad boy John Donovan has pretended to be a bodyguard while hiding his supernatural double agent status from everyone—even his own sisters who see him as the villain. Crushing on Prys seemed safe until he learns she’s not only the witch magistrate investigating a murder where his sister is the chief suspect, but Prys is also the matchmaker hired to force him into an arranged marriage.

When John and Prys are pulled into a deadly mystery that comes closer and closer to the couple by the hour, they must work together. When Prys discovers John’s kink, these enemies quickly become lovers whose passions ignite. Can this princess and her antihero find happily ever or will the killer be a best friend whose betrayal neither can survive?
Publication Date: November, 2022
Publisher: City Owl Press
Language: English
Print Length: 388
Check it out on Amazon: https://mybook.to/WickedMatch

Want to delve into more of Luna's work? Check out her completed Legacy Series, her on-going Syn City Shifter Series.
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Fluent in sarcasm and penal code, Luna prosecutes by day and writes at night. She loves history, especially Los Angeles and Hollywood lore.
A survivor of traumatic brain injury with steel body parts, she lives in SoCal with her combat veteran husband and their two-pound terror of a rescue pup.
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Good girl Prys Bane is the ultimate witch princess—titled, rich, beautiful, and from the best royal bloodlines. But the STEM genius would rather hide with her statistics and crush on a forbidden bodyguard than marry a proper prince. Better to guarantee that no one discovers her true magic—powers more suited to a storybook villain than any princess.<br />
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Bad boy John Donovan has pretended to be a bodyguard while hiding his supernatural double agent status from everyone—even his own sisters who see him as the villain. Crushing on Prys seemed safe until he learns she’s not only the witch magistrate investigating a murder where his sister is the chief suspect, but Prys is also the matchmaker hired to force him into an arranged marriage.<br />
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When John and Prys are pulled into a deadly mystery that comes closer and closer to the couple by the hour, they must work together. When Prys discovers John’s kink, these enemies quickly become lovers whose passions ignite. Can this princess and her antihero find happily ever or will the killer be a best friend whose betrayal neither can survive?<br />
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Publisher: City Owl Press<br />
Language: English<br />
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Excerpt One
“Well done, you.” Bren snagged a champagne flute from a passing tray, ignoring the frazzled server who carried it. “Speaking of sexy, Senator Donovan’s hunk of a personal guard is here. The one you used to flirt with? What’s it been? Six months since we’ve seen him around?”
“Hmm.” Seven, but Prys wouldn’t admit that she’d counted.
“He must be on loan as he’s here without his usual old crone of a Senator.”
Prys almost choked on her tart. “Careful. Senator Donovan holds the most powerful seat in the world for a reason. She has spies everywhere.”
“Whatever. Don’t dodge the more important topic of the only eye candy here packing heat. There’s something about a man in uniform. Did you see him?”

“I did.” There’d been no way she could’ve missed him. From the moment she’d walked down the stairs, she’d spotted him in his Senate guard uniform of black cargos, tight t-shirt, and a jacket that did little to hide the muscles or the weapons. She’d stayed far enough away not to stare beneath his too-long-for-regulation dark-blond hair at his melt-your-heart blue eyes. Those eyes seemed to see through her inall the best and worst ways. As a guard, he was supposed
to blend in with the other trained killers—to protect and defend “for the greater good” at all costs.
If fading into the background had been his mission, he’d failed on a nuclear level.

Excerpt Two
Bren curved her lips into a wicked grin. “I’d like to try out his magic.”
“Male witches don’t have active powers.” Prys said the obvious like reciting a basic rule of physics in class and then felt like an idiot. Of course her best friend knew that and hadn’t meant magic in a literal sense. Heat crept up her cheeks. From missing the jokes. Certainly not from picturing what Bren had been talking about. In vivid, explicit detail. No, not that. She swallowed the last of the sweet past a suddenly dry throat.
“You know what I meant. How long have you two been flirting?”
“That’s not what we do.”
Unless Bren’s definition of flirting included the kind that would happen if stuck in a Regency reenactment. Him giving her looks that made her forget whatever work she’d been obsessing about. Him rushing to hold the door for her because she was constantly hurrying from one client’s disaster to another. Him walking close enough to almost brush against her at Senate events.
While his teasing should’ve given her courage to be brave, to try for something more, she hadn’t. Maybe because of her all-controlling Senator mother or front-
page-news rock star brothers. But more likely because she couldn’t string together a coherent conversation around him.
“We don’t flirt.” Prys hoped the finality in her tone would end the conversation. She glanced at the empty napkin,
wishing she had more than crumbs to chase away the bitterness in her voice.
“Call it whatever you like. What’s his name?”
“I don’t know.”

Excerpt Three:
Prys’s eyes watered, and her face burned like she’d swallowed a dozen hellfire hexes. The pastry bits in her throat refused to budge no matter how hard she coughed. The guard she’d fantasized about for almost two years rushed inside, kicking the door closed with his foot and moving toward her.
No, no, no. She held up her hand. This couldn’t happen. She was not having the hottie Heimlich her.
“Water.” She managed the word on a rasping gag. On the positive side, she could talk, which meant she wouldn’t choke to death. But she hated to imagine the tear-stained mess that might be her face, the claw marks on her neck, or her sudden dislike of tarts. No, it wasn’t the tart’s fault. She’d be back to finishing those off as soon as tall, blond, and nameless left. Perhaps she could drown this embarrassment in sugar.
He followed her jerky hand movements to the in-office bar that she’d stacked high with books instead of booze. Yanking a bottle from the fridge, he unscrewed the top.
What a gentleman.
Except her analytical side screamed his most probable motive hadn’t been manners. So soon after the Senate massacre in his home territory, he couldn’t let a Legacy heir die on his watch. That would be more than suspicious. It’d be conspiracy fodder.
“Drink.” He shoved the bottle into her shaking hands and stood far closer than necessary which gave her breathing problems for an entirely different reason.
She gulped one swallow, then another. “I’m fine.” Her hoarse whisper didn’t sound convincing. “Everything’s fine.” Not much better.
“You’re a terrible liar, and you do a shitty job of taking care of yourself. I’ve never understood why when you look after everyone else in your life.” He sat on the corner of her desk, looking like a haughty couture fashion model. Or a really sexy television pirate chastising her.

Excerpt Four:
“I’m not here to kill you by choking you on a cookie.”
“Tart.” She blurted the correction instead of asking why he’d avoided the question.
“Name calling already? I’m down for that kink although I thought tart was more of a gender-specific—”
“The pastry.” So many words. The man hadn’t said more than two sentences to her in as many years, and now, when she couldn’t talk, couldn’t think, couldn’t plan out what to say, he wanted to chat. “It was a tart.” She pointed to the baker’s box.
“Oh, those look good.” He sat a hip on her client files, sending papers into an unorganized spill. She twitched with the need to straighten the mess. He’d gone from sexy pirate to owning her desk like a displaced billionaire on an entitlement trip. She’d binged on romance novels lately as they were her only escape from witch politics and work, but the man seriously hit every hot-guy role she’d imagined. Until he reached for her tarts.
“Hey.” She smacked at his hand. “Those are my sweets. I nearly died for them. And you didn’t even ask.”
He caught her wrist, and her heart did a funny little flip. His fingers were warm and strong, not squeezing or holding her in place. Just wrapping as if he’d needed to touch her, to stroke his thumb against her skin.

Excerpt Five:
“You’re not expendable,” she said. “You save lives. The Senate didn’t pass the cost reduction. They simply commissioned me to complete the statistical analysis.”
Which had turned her gut with the callousness of treating the witches of lower classes as staff that could be replaced on a whim. “You wanted to flirt with me?” Then? Now? Any time since she had met him?
“Yeah, princess. Why else would I have followed you up here from the party? I know you wouldn’t consider a guard for your boyfriend since you’re required to match with a Legacy son, but you can indulge in a little harmless flirtation, right?”
Oh gods, he had followed her here because he fancied her. The idea fried her finely tuned arguments about keeping her distance. “I suppose so.”
“Unless you’ve met a Legacy son who you like better than me. I know your Senator mom sets up mandatory meetings for you and the witch princes. How have those arranged dates with the entitled pricks gone?”

Excerpt Six:
He brushed his hand across her cheek, tracing along a strand of hair that’d stuck there as if caught in jam from her sweets. Lovely. Her skin went hot under his touch from equal parts yearning and mortification. He swept gritty crumbs away. Nooo. She’d been scolding him like a prim nanny with food on her face and sticky hair. The blush raged. She braced for the teasing insult that must be coming. But it didn’t.
“I’m going to kiss you.” He said it as though it was an absolute certainty, as if she’d willed this probability into coming true with a wish.
“All right.” Oh my goodness, had she actually agreed? Out loud? Hexes and vexes, how else could she act like a simpleton in front of this man?
“How very proper. I feel like royalty is granting permission.”
“Get on with it.” She snapped her mouth shut. Embarrassment battled with desire.
“John,” he said. “If you’re going to tell me off in that dare-me-to-screw-you-dirty accent, you should know my name.”
“Just John?” Her mouth had obviously stopped communicating with her brain. Because what she’d meant to do was bite that deliciously filthy comment off his lips.
“You have enough titles and names for both of us. John will do.” He swept his lips across hers, teasing and tasting.

Excerpt Seven:
His kiss—soft and pastry sweet—was so much better than she’d imagined, and she had imagined some pretty spectacular kisses with this man. Their bodies didn’t touch other than his mouth on hers and his fingers lightly grazing along her jaw. He didn’t demand, didn’t invade, didn’t push.
He only rubbed his lips against hers as if she were spun sugar, the treat he’d always wanted and planned to savor.
As if she might be his favorite flavor of fizzy drink and the melt-in-his-mouth candy floss that he’d always craved—all in one. His gentleness meant so much more than the claim and conquer kisses she’d had before. She wanted to hold him there, to taste that simple pleasure for hours.
He pulled away, and she fought the urge to yank him back, keeping her protests to a frustrated whimper-groan sound that wasn’t at all ladylike. Had he not enjoyed it as much as she had? The way his gaze seemed pinned to her mouth didn’t make that likely. She licked her lips, and he made a deeper version of the noise she had.
“Someone’s coming,” he said. “Sounds like your mother.”
He might as well have tossed a cauldron of ice-cold water on her. “No.” She wasn’t sure what she was
protesting. The loss of him? Her mother approaching? The impending return to reality and the party downstairs?
“Is there another way out of here so we don’t have to explain?”
Right. Denial. The sensible approach. Especially for a blood-sworn guard who could be disciplined by a senator with penalties so much worse than firing. Plus, his easy escape would be less complicated than explaining flirting with a guard to her stickler-for-rules mother. “That door leads to the library and then out to the stairs around the way.”
He grinned. “Later, princess.”
And then he was gone.

Excerpt Eight:
“How did London go?”
John didn’t think his grandma wanted to hear about the only thing he’d thought about every hour since he’d boarded the plane at Heathrow for the nonstop flight home—that kiss with Lady Prys Bane. Wearing a black dress that showcased her like a stunning jewel in a plain setting, she had stood out among the older crowd of überelitist senators and rock-god-worshipping Banatics. But Prys wasn’t just part of the messed-up Senate system. She was the system. The only heir to the infamous Bane Senate seat, the third most powerful in the world, right behind his grandmothers.
He wouldn’t be telling Gigi about that kiss, or he might be permanently handed over to the Banes like property.
Instead, he stuck to discussing the reason his grandmother had sent him to London. “I didn’t find any of the intel you wanted. I searched downstairs as thoroughly as I could with a hundred guests and staff wandering about. The top floor was locked.”
“Don’t tell me you forgot to take a lock-picking charm with you.”
“I made it into the study.” Where he’d found always put- together Prys with her hair falling and her shoes off and crumbs on her face, licking pastry off her fingers and humming while she plowed through stacks of work. The woman could take care of everyone but herself.
“Did you find any information we can use?”
Knowing that Prys tasted like cherry jam, pastry dough, and perfection—did that count as useful?

Excerpt Nine:
The sun sank low over the western horizon, spilling golden light over the skyscrapers dotting the valley. They couldn’t be away from the safe house much longer, not with Gigi’s safety at stake. He might gamble with his own life, but not with hers. He nodded toward the city and its tangled snarl of freeways that sprawled below. “There are only a couple hours of daylight left, and we need you behind protection wards before dark. So where do you want to go first? One of the injured senators who could actually use a visit or Sorenson the evil attempted-snatcher of cute magical babies?”
“She tried to abduct one magical baby.”
“Yeah, your grandchild.”
“The best one.” Gigi grinned a bumper-sticker-grandma smile he didn’t remember her giving him, but a two-year- old wielding huge magic at least a decade before her time was enough to do that. “Just think of all the beautiful great-grandbabies you five will give me.”
The rush of panic stole John’s breath and tightened his chest more than pretending to be in league with the mother of all demons had ever done. Babies? Smelly, poop-making, crying babies? Nope. Matching for Legacy purposes would mean settling down, having kids, giving up his motorcycle and missions. Becoming his asshole father.
Nope.

Excerpt Ten:
Heat prickled on her skin, sending a flush that had to be crimson-bright to her cheeks. A crime scene was not the place for an about-that-kiss convo.
He met her gaze, the look in his eyes cold and accusatory. None of the playful heat she’d seen in London.
“Didn’t expect to see you again so soon.” His dry tone made the greeting sound more like go away.
Right now, she couldn’t deal with whatever problem he had. She was on the job. At a homicide scene.
Her expertise, her emotional detachment, her magic—those were why she was here, why she mattered. She had relegated the fluttering feelings he caused to fantasies that she might run into him against someday at a black-tie affair. When she looked fabulous and could think of something to say. Not after almost twenty-four hours of no sleep and travel and a murder.
“Hi.” Bloody brilliant.
He grinned, a quick flash that faded as quickly as it’d come—almost an involuntary reaction given the following super-serious-Senate-guard expression. Something had happened since London, something between them though she couldn’t guess what. She didn’t have to be a mind reader to see that. Or maybe the murder had him out of sorts, and he simply took it out on everyone. People reacted to death in crazy ways. She locked down her magic. She wouldn’t nudge him with comfort to take the pain away. Not even at ten percent of her power output. She couldn’t risk the exposure, shouldn’t have felt the need to. What was it about this man?
“How does this work?” he asked.
Oh yes. Murder. Crime. Horrors. Right.

Excerpt Eleven:
“Here? Now?” Prys’s pitch climbed to a squeak, and she stopped herself. She refused to return to her teenaged awkwardness. No way could she go crazy over a man who hadn’t even told her his name.
“Sure. Why not?”
A flush rose up Prys’s chest, prickling her neck. The napkin stuck to her sweat-dampened palm, and the tart she’d devoured curdled in her stomach. The noise level funneling through the open door cranked from headache-inducing to deafening. Or was that her pulse instead of the party? “No. If he wants to go nameless, he can be date-less.”
“Maybe he was intimidated by you being the heir to a Senate seat.”
“Six-foot-whatever of muscles and looking like he does, the guy wouldn’t have been intimidated. He probably dates an heir in every country except this one.” Since she was the only heir in the UK.
“Prick.” Bren gave a conspiratorial scowl.
“Yep.”
“So if asked about you hooking up with the gorgeous guard, your powers would say unlikely?”
“How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not a living Magic 8 Ball? You can’t shake me for a prediction.”
“But people would pay oh so much to try.”
They would. That was the sad part.

Excerpt Twelve:
She flipped another page, scribbled notes, and almost ignored the knock at the door to her study. Except Bren was bringing her laptop.
“Come in.” She spoke around a mouthful of yum, not looking up when the door opened. “When do you ever knock?”
“I’ll remember that open invitation for next time,” a deep male voice answered.
She jerked her head up. Not Bren. The guard—the nameless wonder from her fantasies—walked inside.
He was here.
In her study.
Why? Had he followed her? Had he gotten lost? Had he come to make out with her on the desk? Whoa. The sugar high shouldn’t have triggered that particular option.
He stared at her. Thoughts rapid-fired in her brain. Why was he staring? The obvious truth hit her. She hadn’t responded to his joke about invitations. It’d been a joke, right? It must’ve been. She needed to say something, anything, but her tongue had gone thick and her mouth dry.
“Oh?” She congratulated herself on the vague response. Except the word sent pastry and jam hurtling down her throat, sliding down the wrong way because of
course it did.
She coughed and choked and coughed again.
Which would be worse? Her tombstone with here lies Lady Prys Bane, victim of sexual fantasies. Or her mother’s “I told her not to eat calorie-dense sweets” funeral speech?
She tried to invoke Bren’s hypothetical Magic 8 Ball.
Outcome unclear. Ask again later.
Sometimes, psychic intuition sucked.

Excerpt Thirteen:
Everything looked normal—as normal as a megaluxurious, warded-up-the-ass mansion could. Not taking his eyes off the doors and windows, he brushed his palm over the 9mm strapped at his waist. He had another gun, a couple of knives, and a few premade spells on him that any supernatural idiot could invoke. But he hoped that he wouldn’t have to use any of those. “Stay here.”
“I will not.” Gigi grabbed her purse and reached for the door handle.
John’s heart made a quick climb for his throat. “No.” He thought fast. While he might defy authority in his heart and rebel quietly, openly pissing off a senator was a scary gamble—grandmother or not. “I know you have all kinds of magic, and you could take out a bad guy with a blink.”
Hers was dream magic, but the woman loved flattery. “If you’ll just wait, I’ll tell you that you were right and I overreacted and I’m an idiot as many times as you want when I come back.”
She folded her hands in her lap. “Well, shout if you need me. I’ll bring my handbag.”
Eyeing the designer label on the no-nonsense satchel, he almost expected the purse to move given the way she pinned it down. What the hell did she have in there? He couldn’t waste time asking.

Excerpt Fourteen:
“It sounds so tidy.” He made the last word sound foul.
“Murder is messy. We control as much as we can.”
“Not everything fits into a neat little box, princess. You pack any of those tarts?”
With that one question, he’d managed to knock her off-center with memories of the taste of him. Like she needed any more reminders of that kiss. Bren stared at her as if dying to ask what secrets she’d been keeping. “No.” Prys’s answer came out strangled. “No sweets here.”
“Just you.”
A lump of nothing and everything popped into her throat, and she struggled to clear it. A tiny ahem escaped her mouth. Great. Now, she sounded like a prudish schoolmarm.
She searched for a cool-girl answer to his cute comment. Her big brain should be able to spin out a reasonably intelligent response.
Nope.
She had nothing.
“The scene?” Because the sooner she got inside, the sooner she could stop stumbling over her words.
He ignored her question, walking to the passenger side of the Mercedes.