Unlike his parents and his twin Seamus, Ian O’Donnell is not a good witch. Or rather, he isn’t quite good at it. Studying charts and remembering candles hasn’t ever really been his thing. Still, he longs to see the mystical sites of the world, especially the Great Pyramids of Giza. When Ian finally reaches them, though, he finds himself more attracted to the sexy man who works the night shift at his hotel than he does the pyramids.<br><br>Ian’s able to convince Khnurn to take him to the desert for a romantic evening in front of the pyramids. Everything’s going great until Khnurn gets serious. He tells Ian he’s a vampire and they’ve known each other before. Unfortunately, Ian can’t recall ever having been in a serious relationship in this life, or any other, and he isn’t quite sure Khnurn isn’t just feeding him pick-up lines. When Khnurn leaves Ian alone to think about things, another man appears in Ian’s life, a crazy-looking spectre that might just be the Angel of Death.<br><br>Ian soon finds himself hightailing it back to Massachusetts just in time for Halloween with his wonderfully animated witch family and their coven. Unfortunately, it isn’t souvenirs Ian’s brought back with him, but rather the creepy spectre from the desert, and maybe a sexy vampire who might just be the love of his life.

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“Seriously, don’t panic,” the man at the bar said.


“You don’t understand,” Ian began. “Something is out to get me.”


The bartender shook his head and said, “Wow, you haven’t even had a drink. Still, if this is how you’re starting, I don’t think I’m going to serve you.”


Ian turned to the bartender and said, “You seriously don’t understand.”


The older customer stood from his stool and crossed to Ian. After he gently placed his hand on Ian’s arm, he looked Ian straight in the eye in a concerned way that reminded Ian of his own parents.


“Are you on something, son?” the man asked.


“No, I’m not on anything,” Ian said. “I am being followed by something crazy, and I don’t want it to hurt other people on the train, or me for that matter.”


“You mean someone?” the bartender asked.


“No. No, I don’t,” Ian protested. “I mean something. A stalker I could handle. Whatever this is following me, is much worse than a stalker.”


Chapter 14