A Wedded Midlife (Witching After Forty #8) Read Online Lia Davis, L.A. Boruff

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Witching After Forty Series by Lia Davis

Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)

Ava and Drew are getting married!


But it’s not going to be easy. C’mon, this is Ava we’re talking about.
As her powers go completely bonkers, everything that can go wrong suddenly does. After all, she’s a witch and her beloved is technically a witch hunter.
Drew’s family isn’t helping matters either. Everyone Ava loves turns out to be a creature that freaks them all out.

Witches? Check.
Vampires? Check.
Shifters? Check.
Ghouls? Check (Check, check.)
Add in the devil, a snarky talking cat, and the fae (boy, they are not helpful at all).

It seems like the only direction anyone will be marching is away from each other as quickly as possible.

The last thing Ava needs as she tries to get to the altar is an old nemesis turning up, so surprise, surprise that’s exactly what happens. As chaos wreaks havoc for the witches and hunters alike, Luci decides that now is the perfect time to go MIA. The devil is in the details, and it turns out no one knows anything about this demon king after all.

Will it be hell on earth or happily ever after for the newlyweds?
No one’s really sure yet…





Why was I sad? I wasn’t sure, to be honest. I was so beyond my baby-making days. Then again, the thought of having a little bundle of joy and a little piece of Drew growing inside me wasn’t such a bad thing.

I’d only had about an hour for the idea to fester. Once Larry and Zoey had gotten back from the closest drug store with the home pregnancy test, Drew and I had rushed to my bathroom. Then I’d peed on the stick.

Three minutes later. No baby.

Drew slipped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close as we balanced on the edge of the tub and looked at the pregnancy test. “Have you had any other symptoms besides your powers being off kilter?”

Shaking my head against his shoulder, I sighed and breathed in his clean, citrusy scent. The new body wash I’d ordered smelled divine on him. “No. I don’t know why I thought this would say positive. It’s the least likely option, really.” I was on birth control to help regulate my crazy midlife hormones. And getting to the age where a pregnancy would be dangerous for both the baby and me. It wasn’t ideal, me being knocked up.

Could someone tell my heart, please?

Lifting my mood wasn’t going to be easy, but nothing had changed. “I still have to figure out why my powers still aren’t working right. And try to fix it. If something happens to us, I’m not going to be much help.”

“Listen.” Drew took my hands and caught my gaze. “The only thing that’s going to happen is we’re going to get married and then leave for one heck of a spectacular honeymoon. Everything will be great.”

How dare he? Pulling back, I glared at my soon-to-be husband. “After all we’ve been through, you’re going to put something like that out into the universe?”

“What?” He had that look on his face like he thought I was crazy but was going to placate me. “Put what out there?”

“Now that you’ve said that everything is going to go well, something will go wrong, absolutely.” I jumped up, then pulled him to his feet. “Turn around in a circle three times or spit over your fingers or something.” There had to be a way to break the curse he’d just set on us. “Salt! I need salt.”

Rushing out of the bathroom, I bustled down the stairs and ignored the startled gazes of pretty much everyone I knew and loved as I rushed toward the kitchen.

Was I acting a little bit insane?

Yeap. But what else was new? Insane was my life.

Was this behavior keeping me from crying about a baby I was never pregnant with?

Also yeap.

I grabbed the saltshaker and hurled salt over my shoulder to dispel whatever bad omen Drew had birthed into the world.

Ugh, birthed was a bad word choice.

“Ow!” Olivia squalled behind me. “What’d you do that for?”

Whirling around, I found my best friend dancing around the kitchen with her hands covering her eyes. “Oh, it burns.”

Sam hurried from the room and returned with my bottle of contact solution a moment later. Of course, he knew I kept some in my office. He knew me so well, even though we hadn’t been as close since I’d moved away from Shipton all those years ago. Even after moving back, I was now closer to Olivia than Sam.

It was weird how life worked sometimes.

We helped her rinse her eyes out, and then I had to explain my antics while everyone crowded in the doorway to watch. “Drew said something about everything between now and the wedding going smoothly. I was trying to compensate by doing every ward-off-evil thing I could think of.”