Two Witches and a Whiskey (The Guild Codex: Spellbound Book 3)

Two Witches and a Whiskey (The Guild Codex: Spellbound Book 3)

Three months ago, I landed a job as a bartender. But not at a bar--at a <i>guild</i>. Yeah, the magic kind.<br /><br />I'm not a badass mage like my three smokin' hot best friends. I'm not a sorcerer or an alchemist, or even a wussy witch. I'm just a human, slinging drinks like a pro and keeping my non-magical nose out of mythic business. Seriously, I know my limits.<br /><br />So why am I currently standing in a black-magic ritual circle across from a fae lord?<br /><br />Somewhere behind me, my three mage friends are battling for their lives. Somewhere near my feet is the rogue witch I just knocked out with a stolen spell. And I have about five seconds to convince this very angry sea god not to shmoosh me like a bug.<br /><br />I'm pretty sure this wasn't in the job description.<br /><br />--<br /><b>THE GUILD CODEX: SPELLBOUND</b><br />Three Mages and a Margarita (#1)<br />Dark Arts and a Daiquiri (#2)<br />Two Witches and a Whiskey (#3)<br />Demon Magic and a Martini (#4)