Friday, February 20, 2015

First Fight Friday: Never Marry A Warlock by Marilyn Vix

Goats solve their differences head-on. They don’t give the silent treatment or yell, they butt heads, and then it’s over.

Cowboy Marvin has learned humans resolve issues differently especially those romantically involved. His curiosity sparked, he has invited authors to stop by on Fridays and share the first fight from one of their books.


Marilyn Vix

is here for ...

First Fight Friday 

with a scene from

Never Marry A Warlock
Novelette #1 in Beware of Warlocks Series

When Catherine walks in on her husband in bed with her best friend,
it helps that she is a witch.
Unfortunately, so is her husband. 


My husband’s arms were wrapped around her naked body. The blankets were strewn and interwoven between their legs. He was spooning her with his biceps draped over her. I stood in the doorway taking in the scene of my husband and my best friend. It was the end of the world, at least for me. But I wasn’t going to take it lying down. I should have known better than to have married a warlock. 

I hit him with a force spell that knocked him up against the headboard. He fell back down and braced his hands out to catch his fall. Cassandra scrambled out of the bed, dragging the silk comforter with her. Bitch. She better get out of my way. She was next. 

Rich was naked as he sat up to look at me. Normally, the abs-flash trick would work. But not now. I was too pissed off. I knew what spells he used to look like that. It was easy to fool a mortal and ex-best friend on the floor. But not me. Thing is, we were too evenly matched. I think that was the problem. 

He threw a counter spell that lanced light through my arm, digging into the flesh as it tried to anchor and link me to him. I flicked out a removal spell that broke the connection, laced my hands together, and hit him with a burst of everything I had. He went flying backward, through the window into the pool. It was satisfying to watch. He tried to rise up and hover toward me, but I knocked him back in the water with another force spell. 

He yelled from the pool. His wavy, brown hair trenched with water. “Baby, we can talk it out. It’s just a moment of weakness. You’ve had them with mortals.” 

I’d drown him if he couldn’t breathe water. Blowing up the six-million-dollar house probably wouldn’t kill him either. Like I said, never marry a warlock. 

I shot another burst of energy, creating a field that pushed him under. He swam back up and came to the side, with both chiseled arms on the edge of the pool. His brown eyes tried to melt my insides. I wasn’t going to let him win again. 

I walked through the window ledge, broken glass crackling under my heels. “It’s over Rich. Just over. I’m done with playing the games, or sharing you with the next mortal you pick up. Really, when I said my vows, it was forsaking everyone. Including mortals.” 

“I haven’t touched another witch in ages, Catherine. Really. Scout’s honor.” 

I blasted him into the pool again. Rich came up from the bottom, laughing. He swam back to the side and got out. He walked toward me with glistening, rock-hard muscles. I fought down the attraction, along with the writhing anger. Maybe blowing him up was too good for him. Slow, painful death. Maybe. 

He walked up to me, his brown hair wet and slicked back, brown eyes mirroring the puppy I had as a kid. “It’s only good fun. Really, I haven’t been with another witch the entire year of our marriage.” 

“Which is now over.” I crossed my hands in finality. “I’m not renewing the yearly vow. It’s done.” With a final touch to his arm, I put a lock spell on him. He froze for a moment and grinned with a snarl. Rich vibrated and lines glowed on him as he tried to counter the spell. 

I knew it wouldn’t hold him for long. It was just my time to get away before he tried to kill me. Sweet-talking would only buy so much time before he’d retaliate. Like I said, we were evenly matched, and our marriage had been a good peace between us. Until now. 

I raced through the room, past the ex-friend mortal cringing under the comforter on the floor. I yelled to her, “You’re lucky I don’t have time for you.” I could see Cassandra’s blonde hair and blue eyes as she brought the blanket down to get a better look at me. “How did you do that?” she whimpered from under her tent city. 

“I’m a witch, you bitch.” But then I felt Rich’s energy building behind me, and knew I had to get out of there before he brought the house down on me. 

Copyright ©Marilyn Vix 

Never Marry A Warlock by Marilyn Vix

Catherine walks in on her husband in bed with her best friend. What is a woman to do? It helps that she is a witch. Unfortunately, so is her husband. 

Before you can say spell battle, Catherine high tails it up the coast of California to clear her head. Lucky for her, she finds an 
Aussie hitchhiker. 

She'll have to face her soon to be ex-husband in a witch divorce, spell battle style. Can she have a little fun with her new found boy toy, 
or will he get scorched in the foreplay?

Never Marry A Warlock
Novelette #1 in Beware of Warlocks Series
is available on

Marilyn's bio: 

Marilyn is a debut paranormal romance novelist. She enjoys the characters that just don't fit in. From witches to time traveling researchers, she is letting her imagination soar to explore new worlds and write all the details down. Marilyn has traveled to Paris, London, Sydney, and Munich. She loves to include these in her settings. Best of all is letting her readers enjoy them through the perspective of a character. She currently lives in Northern California with her husband and cat. The cat, of course, is the center of attention.

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