The Tarot Club Series by Erin Mc Luckie Moya

There is a reason that the powerful get more powerful. Something that they don't talk about - or acknowledge. Sure you can get ahead the traditional way - by stomping on those beneath you to get to the top. By being ruthless and cut throat.But you can also employ a Witch. Someone who will read cards for you in a way that gives you an edge over your competitors, cast spells for you so that your desired outcomes are seamless... moreThere is a reason that the powerful get more powerful. Something that they don't talk about - or acknowledge. Sure you can get ahead the traditional way - by stomping on those beneath you to get to the top. By being ruthless and cut throat.But you can also employ a Witch. Someone who will read cards for you in a way that gives you an edge over your competitors, cast spells for you so that your desired outcomes are seamless.The Tarot Club is exactly this, only this time Corinne's client is the Bratva - the Russian Mob, and she suddenly finds herself reading cards to determine who should live and who should die by their hands.And Dimitri is the man who will lead the Bratva into a new era. But does Corinne want to stick around and be part of that? Will she stay as their Empress?The first book in a duet in the Tarot Club series is set to keep you on the edge of your seat gasping for more. less

Two different worlds collide, her hurricane sweeping against Dimitri’s fury of a tornado. They have the chance to rebuild the world, but rebuilding it and destroying it are two sides of the same coin.A bargain. A demon. A club. The Bratva. A Goddess. And, the thread of Magick pulsing through everything they do.Is being hopeful an exercise in naivety, or is it the thing that fuels them?DimitriI shouldn’t have claimed her - but I did, and she claimed me right back... moreTwo different worlds collide, her hurricane sweeping against Dimitri’s fury of a tornado. They have the chance to rebuild the world, but rebuilding it and destroying it are two sides of the same coin.A bargain. A demon. A club. The Bratva. A Goddess. And, the thread of Magick pulsing through everything they do.Is being hopeful an exercise in naivety, or is it the thing that fuels them?DimitriI shouldn’t have claimed her - but I did, and she claimed me right back. But having a Tarot Reader and Witch as my Queen complicates matters. Having her wasn’t supposed to raise the stakes, but it did, and I’ll be damned if I let her go.CorinneI watch the uneasiness flicker in his eyes. The threat hasn’t been quelled, the ground is shaky beneath us, and with every new member I meet, I look into the depths of their soul and wonder if they’ll be the one to betray us - because betrayal is coming - it’s written in the cards, I just need to figure out who. less

Disowned from her family, shunned from her history and the next in line to quell a war she has no knowledge about, Marie takes on a series of foes as she explores the muddy waters of history, discovering that witches and demons have far more in common than she is comfortable with. ***I slid down one of the many alleys, my hand brushing the old stones that were melded together to form the wall by pure will alone. The history - the magick - the memories pulsed through my veins... moreDisowned from her family, shunned from her history and the next in line to quell a war she has no knowledge about, Marie takes on a series of foes as she explores the muddy waters of history, discovering that witches and demons have far more in common than she is comfortable with. ***I slid down one of the many alleys, my hand brushing the old stones that were melded together to form the wall by pure will alone. The history - the magick - the memories pulsed through my veins. The throbbing in my jaw turned from a sparsal flicker to a roaring thud that did nothing to quiet my nerves as I fought the flood of emotions that arose each time I came to this town - each time I came home. Worse still, I couldn’t even slip away discreetly, because I felt the shadow of his presence trail behind me. Did he think I was oblivious? That I didn’t know he was following me? It wouldn’t be the first time I was trailed by a demon. “I can think of far more enjoyable ways to put that flush on your face.” My feet stalled of their own accord as I came face-to-face with Cort. Sighing, I resigned myself to the fact that this conversation would probably go the same way every other conversation I had had with him over the past few days. “What do you want?” less