Fired from her job, her apartment firebombed, and her small amount of money dwindling too quickly, Sara ran. Knowing that the terror would follow, she took the only refuge available to her, an unfinished house she'd inherited. She didn't know she would also inherit a long legged hunk of good looking man that would set off every buried desire she'd ever had. Her vow to never practice witchcraft again ended when the terror threatened Dem. Her enemies learned that like vicious dogs, they should have let the sleeping witch lie.