A Librarian's Guide to Witchery: Vol 1

A Spark
of Something

Hello there, I don’t think I’ve seen you here before. Well, if you are new, welcome. I’m Oliver ‘Ollie’ Cross, owner of the Cross Heritage Private Library, and I have a problem. Several actually. To explain the full weight of my conundrum, I feel I have to put out there that I am skeptical of all paranormal ‘things’, and always have been. Mostly, I just find the supernatural a bunch of nonsense. At least…I did…until ghosts started appearing…and my cat started talking to me… And if that weren't enough, there is a book that constantly insults me, while claiming that I'm a witch!

So, as you can see, I have quite a conundrum on my hands, in that I…may be losing my ever-loving mind.

On a positive note, for the first time in my life, a man may actually like my tendency to babble, so…winning there? But then, Noble Vincent is perfect… Mysterious, but perfect. Though my cat doesn’t like him, and my best friend thinks he is hiding something. But if anything that's happening is reality…my cat also lied to me my whole life…and my best friend usually thinks everyone is hiding something, so…opinions rejected!

Anyhoo, things are fine! I’m fine! What’s a few life altering events, some breakdowns, and…multiple people trying to kill me—hah… Things will be okay! I hope…

CONTENT WARNING: This is an MM paranormal romance book that contains blood, violence, gore, murder, death, attempted immolation of a non-MC, and panic attacks. Please do not read if you find any of the previous triggering.

Jahla eyed him. “So, why are you gracing me with your presence?”
He ignored her question and smiled. “How’s your day been so far?”
“Ah, I see, you’re here to annoy me. Good to know.” She chuckled, an affectionate smile on her face, despite her words. “It’s been fine. Busy, but that’s just this time of the year. Have you eaten yet?”
“I—” He grimaced. “No?”
“Did you pack a lunch?”
“Also, no.”
“Are you planning to order something now?”
Ollie cleared his throat. “I was actually thinking I’d read more of that new acquisition, and then order something.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “You mean, you were planning to let your undiagnosed ADHD win, and not eat anything until probably closing time again, or until you passed out.”
“I was not! I was going to read for maybe an hour and then order!”
“When have you EVER read for just one hour?”
He couldn’t actually recall, but there had to be a time. Not all books were interesting. Some, in fact, were as dull as dust. “I have, I’m sure.”
“It’s noon, Ollie. Eat first.”
“I can wait.”

“You, Mr. Noodle Arms, who weighs nothing and has low blood pressure due to vitamin deficiencies, should not be putting off meals.”
Ollie glared. “I do not have noodle arms!”

His arms were small, but they weren’t noodles. Okay, they were noodle-ish. It wasn’t as if he was trying to lose weight, he just forgot to eat…a lot.

And the low blood pressure wasn’t his fault. His body literally just didn’t like to properly absorb several important and necessary vitamins. Though, forgetting to eat really didn’t help matters.
“The last time you forgot, you ended up passed out in the elevator, and almost gave Old Woman Martha a heart attack.”
He winced. Oh…right… “I’ll eat first. Wouldn’t want to scare our regulars.”
Ollie would have complained about her calling someone old, but Martha was the one who insisted they call her Old Woman Martha.
Jahla grinned, looking pleased that she had won, but then the grin turned smug. “Speaking of regulars, isn’t that your crush?”
Ollie spun, his gaze zeroing in on the jaw-droppingly beautiful man—no, dreamy man—who had just reached the top of the steps.
With peppered short brown hair, which was more shaved on the sides and tightly curled on top, the man was at least six foot three. His muscled physique was clearly outlined under the long-sleeved blood-red top he had on.
Ollie had to say, the man filled out his blue jeans really, really well. With an oval-shaped face and beige skin, his crush had a bare square jaw, a narrow-pointed nose that had a slight bulge in the center, as if it had been broken at one point, hazel-green eyes, and the cheekbones of a model. Really, all of him came together to form someone that was WAY out of Ollie’s league, but he could attempt, right?! What was the worst that could happen?

Well, a lot of bad things, considering the man could likely bench press him without a sweat, but…

positive thoughts only!
“The last time you forgot, you ended up passed out Ollie let out a happy sigh. “Noble Vincent.” He drew out the name as he said it. “Even his name is dreamy.”
He glanced back when Jahla snorted.
“The only thing you know about him is his name.”
Was she right? Mostly, yes, but that didn’t matter! He beamed.
“Ohhh, is someone jealous? Well, you shouldn’t be. You know I’d drop him for you in a heartbeat.” She rolled her eyes, and he let out a fake heavy sigh. “But alas, as you are ace and aromantic, my poor broken bisexual heart must focus on the hot, mysterious guy—”
“That you can’t seem to utter a single sentence to without stuttering and turning into a tomato?” Jahla said sweetly.
Just on hearing her words, his face began to heat, something she no doubt noticed, as he was a redhead and…pale as all hell.
“I can so!” Ollie huffed. He looked at her for a moment as she stared back, clearly doubtful, before saying, “Well, have fun! Hope you’re overrun I am off!”
“To the Rare Books section, to creepily stare at Mr. Hot and Mysterious as he sits down to read another ‘research’ book?”
“Oh shush,” he whined.

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A Librarian's Guide to Witchery: Vol 2

Villain of My Heart

Ollie Cross here, back with more problems. As we learned last time, after much denial, witches are real...and I am one. Witches are real, and I am doing just...fine...if I ignore the fact that my cat and I were almost murdered by a witch hunter.

Noble’s here with me, so there is that, and my friend, Jahla, is too. But the latter is starting to act weird, and the former, I think, is possibly...hiding something. Oh, also, it turns out, surprise, surprise, I am not even normal when it comes to being a witch. Because why would I be normal in any way in my life? But I will go on, because what else am I going to do? Find more secret doors in my house? Possibly.

Oh yeah, did I mention there is a secret door in my house that leads to a library that is basically a witch’s wet dream when it comes to supernatural and witch related knowledge? A secret library full of books that possibly lead to me to starting a few fires, and ones that may point towards my boyfriend being my mortal enemy... Did I mention I am fine?

CONTENT WARNING (TEMP): This is an MM paranormal romance book that contains blood, violence, gore, murder, death, and panic attacks. Please do not read if you find any of the previous triggering.