Demons in the Bedroom by Lidiya Foxglove (Paranormal House Flippers #1)
English | 2020 | Romance | ePUB | 794 KB
Have you inherited a creepy old house that needs updated bathroom tiles, a new kitchen, and an exorcism?
Call me: Helena Nicolescu, the best house flipper witch on the east coast.
But I have to admit, I might be in over my head this time. I bought “Lockwood House” at an auction, and the magical community definitely knew something was up, because my rivals were all in on it, including Jake and Jasper, the infuriating wolf shifter twins who think they’re so much better at renovations than me. I overpaid and now I’m stuck with a mess. Floors caving in, 70s carpeting, and…the ghost of an incubus who won’t stop flirting with me while I’m trying to demo.
That’s not the only problem. The former owner’s son seems to be drawn to the place against his own will. My witch radar is going off big time, telling me he has demon blood coursing through his own veins. And the wolves must smell trouble in the air, because they keep sniffing around too. I’ll definitely never tell them that I keep uncovering disconcerting artifacts throughout the house. And more than anything, I won’t admit that they both look pretty good in a tool belt. Why does this house seem like it’s calling trouble to the doorstep?
I have eight weeks to get this done and then I’m putting this mansion on the market and moving on.
This is a medium-burn reverse harem romance!
I arrived at the auction early, trying to suppress a little quiver of excitement that I’d been feeling ever since I saw the gloomy towers of Lockwood House on the real estate listing.
Never get emotionally invested at an auction.
Oh, but sometimes it was too hard to resist. And I knew this was going to be one of those rare finds. A wizard’s domain that was going up for sale through a regular human Realtor. All the humans would be bidding based purely on how much it would cost to update an old kitchen, but I could add in the value of the magical—
“Curses!” I said aloud when I saw the white van with the ‘Wolves at the Door’ logo. “How did they find this place?”
I parked my truck a few spots down, flung open the door, and hopped out, hiding my soured mood behind sunglasses, sucking down the last few sips of my chai latte.
“Hel has arrived.” Jasper slid the van door shut and turned to look at me.
I rolled my eyes. My name was Helena, and everyone called me Helena, except these two oafs. Jasper was six feet of muscle, scruff, and competition, and his twin brother was twice as annoying as he was.
“Is that Hel? Hey, there’s no way you can handle this house, pipsqueak,” Jake chimed in behind him. “It’s 3500 square feet and it needs new everything. Not to be sexist, but—“
I held up my hand. “No one has ever said anything good after that preface.”
“It’s too much work,” he said. “Jasper and I can knock out the demo before you can say ‘Toil and trouble’.”
“I beg to differ. I have a different clientele,” I said. “They want the homes a little more preserved. Anyway—let’s put that aside. I’m just here to bid my best and let the best woman win.”
“I like the way you think, girl.” I heard another voice say behind me. A fake-nice female voice I knew all too well.
I should have known. If I found this house, the werewolves found it too, and so did Kiersten, one half of a husband and wife team based outside of California. She was shivering in a puffy pink coat. “Ooh, these New England winters. I don’t know how you handle it,” she said to me.
“This is Pennsylvania,” I said. “And it’s only September.”
She blinked at me. She had no idea Pennsylvania wasn’t part of New England and the winters could be a lot worse. “How are you doing, Helena? I haven’t even seen you in ages.”