Bewitching Book Tours: Now on Tour Hex Factor by Andie M. Long with Exclusive Excerpt #exclusiveexcerpt

At auditions for Britain's Best New Band things get awkward when Noah bumps into his old high school sweetheart and sassy ex. The one he dumped to form his band, The Paranormals.

Witch Stacey has never forgotten Noah’s betrayal. Determined to charm the judges with her own band and win the recording contract, it will be the perfect revenge on her ex.

But as the competition heats up, so does the chemistry between them, until one of the show's presenters going missing threatens everything.

With ghosts on the loose and bands who will stop at nothing to win, can Noah and Stacey survive the competition and claim each other's hearts? Or are they doomed to be just another cliché of Hex, blood, rock and roll?

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Noah

I shouldn't have waited for her. It was a mistake.

She'd quite rightly challenged me and what could I offer her?

Nothing. A big fat zero.

I couldn't get her out of my system and that was my problem, because after getting this far, I wasn't going to leave my friends behind. This was the dream I'd sold to them when I'd been turned and we'd first got together.

I owed them.

I'd already abandoned one person who now clearly despised me. No sense in adding another three people to the mix.

Stacey Williams wasn't mine.

But my brain wasn't getting the message. Neither was my little brain, because it remembered a random night three years ago… when just for a moment, I’d thought everything might work out. I should have known it wouldn't be that easy.

Three years earlier.

“There’s been a change to tonight’s line up.” Zak said, as we prepared to go on stage at The Limelight, a club in North London.

“So?” Roman shrugged his shoulders. “Nothing new there. As long as it doesn’t affect us.”

“It’s a band called Seven Sisters. They’re following us on. The thing is, I just saw the lead singer...” His voice trailed off as he looked at me. “It’s Stacey.”

“Stacey? Noah’s Stacey?” Rex clarified.

“She’s hardly mine, is she?” I huffed. “We split up a long time ago, remember?”

We went out on stage and like usual I lost myself to the music, forgetting all about my ex. That was until she went on stage to do her own performance.

The girl I’d split from had been beautiful back then, but she was now all woman. Her brown hair was now a deep purple and rested over plump breasts encased in a leather bodice. Leather hot pants hugged her arse and fishnets failed to cover shapely thighs and calves. She was spellbinding. The voice I knew had matured and learned its craft and Stacey sang like a powerhouse, the audience erupting in applause when the band finished.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off her and as hers finally found mine as she left the stage, what felt like electricity shot through my body at our connection. But then I realised it wasn’t electricity. It was magic. As she came nearer to me, I could smell it on her skin, could smell it on the other band members. They smelled like rose petals with an underlying hint of sage. However, as she finally approached me and stood right in front of where I was, her hand on her cocked hip, the intoxicating aroma of adrenaline danced in front of my nose, along with the sweet scent of her blood.

I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder and walked out of the club.

She beat at my back and then when that didn’t work, she made an illusion of stakes all pointing towards my heart.

“Nice try, but the only wood around here right now is tenting my trousers.”

I did however place her down on the ground and I turned to look at her, my arms folding over my chest.

“We can talk now. Or I can fuck you now and we can talk afterwards.”

“Afterwards.” She said, and we made our way into the nearest hotel.

“I’m going to use you for sex and then this time I’m leaving you.” She said, stripping out of her clothes and revealing that hot body in all its glory.

“If it'll makes you feel better, then be my guest.” I shrugged off my own clothes, picked her up and threw her on the bed.

“How did I not realise you were a vampire?” She said.

“Because you weren’t a witch then. You were human and in order to protect you, I had to keep away from you.” I let my fangs descend and I bit her nipple. Then I sunk myself inside her.

She arched under me.

I moved my head under her ear and trailed kisses down her neck, smelling the blood that sang to me. “When did you become a witch?”

“After you.”

“Ouch.”

"Don't flatter yourself. I meant I found my calling and a new set of friends. Not that you drove me to look for how to turn you into a frog."

I stared at her and arched a brow. "You telling me it never crossed your mind?"

"Well, maybe every time I saw you with that other woman."

I thrust inside her again. "What other woman?"

Stacey stopped me from moving and stared at me. “The woman I first saw you with in the doorway. You were at her neck kissing her. I kept seeing you together.”

Smiling, I shook my head. "Mya is my sire. She made me a vampire. Nothing more. There was never more. I’ve only ever kissed the neck of one woman.” I licked up hers, feeling her skin goose bump beneath me. “I was feeding.”

“What does it feel like?” Stacey gasped, and so I showed her.

I pushed deep inside her and then I bit down on her neck. I thrust and sucked, thrust and sucked until She came hard, her pussy clamping around my cock and making me spill inside her.

“That was…” She said and I waited for her to finish. To tell me how good we were together. Maybe this was our fresh start now we were talking about the past.

“Okay.” She said, pushing off the bed and gathering up her clothes.

“Okay? What do you mean okay?” I scrabbled to get off the bed, trying to work out what she was doing.

She pulled a bored face. “I meant it was adequate. I got off and the bite was a nice touch. I’ll just go freshen up now, excuse me.” I watched, my jaw dropping as she sauntered away from the best defining moment of my life.

After she’d been in there a few minutes, my ego decided that this wasn’t how we were leaving things. I’d have to continue fucking her until she admitted it was perfection. But when I walked into the bathroom she wasn’t there. There was just a hint of the scent of rose and sage and a message on the mirror written in bright red lipstick.

Fangs for the memory.