Candlelit Hex – Milly Taiden

She reached into her pocket, pulled out the candle. “On my doorstep. This morning.” One of her candles. Burnt down to a nub, nothing left but a smear of wax and the ghost of intention. The note was still wrapped around it, neat handwriting that made her skin crawl.

Your flames reveal such interesting truths. I wonder what else they might show? Wyatt took the candle and note, careful not to touch her fingers. His expression went hard as he read. A muscle jumped in his cheek. “He knows about the mate revealing.” His voice was carefully controlled, but she heard the edge beneath it.

“Exactly what your magic does now.” “He’s interested.” Narla wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly cold despite the warmth of the office. “That’s worse than the threats, Wyatt. When Derren becomes interested in a target, he finds a way to use it. To twist it into a weapon.” “Give me the rest of it.” Wyatt set the candle and note on his desk with deliberate care. “You’ve told me what he did to Niccolas. What he threatened. Now tell me what he is. The part you’ve been afraid to say even to me.”

“You can’t protect me from him.” The words came out sharper than she intended. “He killed Niccolas with a thought. Drove Clara off a cliff without ever touching the wheel. He’s survived for five centuries by eliminating anyone who threatens him, and if you⁠—” She stopped. Pressed her palms flat on the desk. Forced herself to breathe. Wyatt crossed the distance between them. His expression had gone to that flat, deadly quiet she’d come to recognize—not pity, not careful distance.

Fury. Controlled, leashed, burning white-hot beneath the surface. “If he decides you’re a threat—” she started. “Then he’ll find out what a mistake that is.” His voice was barely human. “You don’t understand what he is. What he can do.” “Tell me.”

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are fictitious or have been used fictitiously, and are not to be construed as real in any way. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental. Published By Latin Goddess Press Winter Springs, FL 32708 http://millytaiden.com Candlelit Hex Copyright © 2026 by Milly Taiden Edited by: Tina Winograd Cover: Jacqueline Sweet All Rights Are Reserved.

No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. Property of Milly Taiden May 2026 Formatted with Vellum 1kitap1.com/en ABOUT THE BOOK Six years of “no.” One night of “finally.” Narla Wright is a professional at disappearing.

In Haven Shores, she’s just the quiet candle witch—soft voice, steady hands, nothing to see here. She’s absolutely not hiding from a nightmare with teeth. And she’s definitely not spending way too much mental energy on the suspicious, annoyingly hot sheriff who’s been watching her like she’s a crime waiting to happen. The way he fills out that uniform? Irrelevant. Those hands? Not thinking about them. Six years of avoidance, ruined the moment he finally touches her. Wyatt Gentry doesn’t trust easily, and the candle witch is a puzzle he can’t crack.

Too serene. Too secretive. Too damn good at making his panther pace and snarl mine while his brain says absolutely not. Years of watching her. Of keeping his distance. Then the equinox surge puts her in his arms—and she fits like she was made for him. She tastes like honey and bad decisions. And his self-control?

Gone. When Narla’s candles start exposing fated mates and her nightmare finally finds her, she needs protection—even if it comes with fangs, a badge, and a growl that makes her knees weak. But safe houses mean close quarters, and close quarters mean his hands on her, his breath against her neck, and six years of tension finally snapping. The monster at her door is terrifying. Falling for Wyatt?

Even scarier. 1kitap1.com/en —For readers who love a good laugh, Enjoy. 1kitap1.com/en T ONE NARLA he candles were misbehaving again. Narla watched the flame on her display table flicker from amber to violet, a color that had no business existing in honest fire. She’d poured these particular candles three days ago, infused them with the usual intentions—peace, clarity, gentle protection—but lately, her magic had other ideas. The Autumn Equinox Festival swirled around her booth in a chaos of fairy lights and sugar-spun laughter.

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.

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