By the Pricking of My Thumbs

London, 1888

Elizabeth

Determined to help other witches like me hunted by the Royal Occult Bureau, I stalk London's streets at night to steal from the wealthy toffs and pay the exorbitant fees required by the Royal Occult Bureau. Occult agents search for me. They want me dead or alive. But so far, I've been too fast and too smart for them.
Except for one agent.

Lord Lucius Deveraux Viscount of Cranbourne, also known as the Vicious Viscount, wants to catch me no matter what. When my grandmother decides to move out of London-sans me-leaving me socially unprotected and financially destitute, I find myself in need of a husband-society and its rules And who is the first and only one to propose? The Vicious Viscount.

But since there is nothing as likely to succeed as what the enemy believes you cannot attempt, I marry him. Not because I find him attractive, that's ridiculous. But it's best to keep my fiercest enemy close. Unaware that I'm the witch he's hunting, he welcomes me into his house. And I'm using 'welcomes' loosely.

He's as stiff as a rod and as icy as a wine cellar. Sneaking out at night has become difficult with Deveraux watching my every move, but on the bright side, I can keep a strict watch on him too.
Although, if I'm being honest with myself, a side of me wants to challenge him. Another wants to ravish him.

**This is book 6 of The Royal Occult Bureau Series, but it reads as a stand-alone. It's a steamy paranormal/historical romance for adults**