Errors and Exorcisms
Author: Annie Anderson
Series: The Wrong Witch, #3
Publication date: January 5th 2023
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy
Savannah is a Hell of a city…
After a quick jaunt to the Fae realm, I’ve come home to find my city on fire, my mate nowhere to be found, and demons running in the streets. Now, I have to help close a portal to Hell while also trying to figure out why my wonky powers are destroying reality as I know it.
And I will. Right after I find my wolf…
Errors and Exorcisms is the third book in The Wrong Witch series. If you enjoy fated mates, enemies-to-lovers, and steamy paranormal romance, then this is the series for you.
“Well, look who’s back causing trouble,” a smooth Southern voice said, stopping me in my tracks.
My gaze darted to the entryway chair at the base of the staircase. Nico’s friend Wyatt sat with his hand around a mug of coffee, one ankle resting on his knee. His cowboy boots and western-style shirt seemed at odds with the blond hair obscuring the side of his face and the casual nature he was affecting.
No, this Wyatt was harder than the man I’d met before, his stare less jovial, his jaw tighter.
He tipped his chin at my hand, as he brushed the hair from his face, revealing a gnarled scar spanning the whole of his cheek and down his neck into the collar of his shirt. “That’s new.”
Looking down, I realized my hand was engulfed in flames. “Oops. It is. It seems to pop up when I’m startled. I’ll… get the hang of it.”
Concentrating, I willed the fire away, and by some miracle, it actually listened to me. “See?”
“Your mate know you’re galivanting about? I sorta figured he’d be surgically attached to you for the rest of forever.” He sent me a censuring eyebrow raise as he sipped his coffee.
I waggled my now-fire-free hand. “I left him a note. I tried waking him up, but I don’t think he’s slept right in years. Waking him when he was that peaceful just seemed wrong, you know?”
Plus, I had shit to do before the whole of the world went tits-up. You know, priorities.
“If you say so.”
I raised my own eyebrow. “How patronizingly noncommittal of you, Wyatt.”
At my ire, Ghost showed the big man his teeth. All of them. No growl, but the goal was achieved when Wyatt held his hands up in surrender.
Good puppy, I thought, chuckling to myself.
Ghost straightened and leveled me with a wolfy glare fit for instant death. I am not a pup. Ghost is ancient.
“Whoa, now, I didn’t mean anyth—”
But I ignored Wyatt to respond to Ghost.
“All dogs are puppies. Old dogs are puppies, puppies are puppies, and even ancient, spirit-ripped wolves who do awesome things are good puppies. Take a compliment, Ghost.”
Not a pup.
“Fine. I will never call you a puppy again, you temperamental beast.”
Ghost’s ears perked up. Beast. I like beast. Call me a good beast.
I snickered. “Beast it is.”
about the author
Annie Anderson is a military wife and United States Air Force veteran. Originally from Dallas, Texas, she is a southern girl at heart, but has lived all over the US and abroad. As soon as the military stops moving her family around, she’ll settle on a state, but for now she enjoys being a nomad with her husband, two daughters, an old man of a dog, and a young pup that makes life… interesting.