troubled past, yet none know her full story. Her ability to control
the elements and her knowledge of plants make her magic strong and
unbreakable. It’s just too bad that she’s closed off her heart to
not risk it again, having learned that horrors are possible, even
with those who claim to love you. It only takes one man at the rainy
Beltane celebration to change her outlook, and one killer to endanger
to set down roots and reacquaint himself with old friends. Learning
that magic is, in fact, possible, the second revelation is the one
woman who calls to him: body, soul and heart. Even more surprising,
he learns that with a simple touch he can relieve pain and lift
emotional burdens, it just doesn’t help him deal with his own past.
While he may write about happily ever after, he knows it only as
fiction. Until her.
leaving two bodies in warning, this little group of friends who
welcomed him with open arms, are at risk if they don’t find the
The eight stood in a circle around the small fire pit. Outside the shelter, the rain poured so hard it was a steady, deafening sound. Cora stepped closer to the fire and stared into it. She glanced up and nodded to Leena. Taking Dade’s hand, she whispered, “Let’s hope the ancestors are available tonight.”
Dade lifted her hand and kissed it before he let go. “I’ll make sure they are.” He picked up the instrument in front of him and gently began to shake it from side to side. His lips moved in a silent chant, and he closed his eyes.
Owen watched as Leena and Steven both turned their backs to the circle, facing the pouring rain. Raising their hands, they lowered their heads in concentration. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he’d never have believed. As their heads came up, the wind circled the shelter and blocked out the pouring rain. He could no longer see, or hear, the heavy downpour. Not knowing what to expect, he looked at the others. Chris, Kasey, and Rachel were standing with their hands clasped and staring into the fire as the flames rose, flames that were nearly white now. He blinked just to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.
Dade’s motion with the shaker became faster and louder as he moved to stand beside Cora. Her head was thrown back and her eyes closed, she seemed to be shaking with the rhythm of the rattle. Her eyes flew open as she stopped moving and looked into the fire. He could see the sweat beading down her face, and her hands trembled. The look on her face told him she was afraid, but she said nothing. She reached empty hands toward the fire, and the flames flew higher. Not knowing what else to do, Owen went to stand behind her in case he was needed, hoping he would know if he was at some point.
She stepped back and cried out in fear. He caught by the biceps and held her, as Dade instructed. Glancing over her shoulder and into the fire he saw, he blinked again, images. They blurred together and he couldn’t understand them.
Cora cried out again and sagged back against him. He caught her tight against his waist and held her to his chest. His own chest began to burn. He didn’t know what was going on, but he felt compelled to stop it. “Stop now!” He said roughly.
all paths to stir it all together…
sparks hotter than the Solstice heat. Can they work out a way to be
together as they try to stop a killer from striking again?
angry or happy. Her energy comes through in all her magic, and she
often wishes she could rewrite her own story to become charming and
sophisticated enough to be with a certain wealthy male lawyer she
wants more than anything else.
easy mannerisms he has adopted. There is nothing he cannot do with
his magic and he has tried all of it, whether right or wrong. His
fortune has left him wanting for nothing in life except the one thing
money can’t buy, the woman he feels too unclean to approach.
Chris came out of his library to see the three men sitting in his living room. He paused and looked around. “Did I forget about a meeting?” Where were the women? “Where is everyone else?”
Dade leaned forward and rested his elbows on his legs. “We were instructed they were coming here after work and they have been locked in your little magic broom closet for the last hour.”
Chris raised his eyebrows. “Doing?”
Owen lifted his hands. “Won’t say.”
Steven slumped down, wishing for a nap. “They’re not too pleased being driven to and from work.”
“I see.” Chris turned and started down the hall. “Let’s see what they’re up to.”
The men got up and followed him.
He tried the doorknob to find it locked. “Kase, unlock the door.”
“Soon.” She called to him through the door.
He stood there glaring at the door. They’d locked him out of his own room in his own home! We’ll see about this. He stepped back and slapped and invisible command at the door.
Sparks flew off it and the door remained closed. “What the…”
Dade grinned. “Quite the little witch you have there, Larkin.”
Steven whistled out a breath. “Just how much trouble can they get into with all your stuff in there?”
Chris still scowled at the door while he answered. “A lot!” He tapped the door with his hand. “Kassandra unlock the door.”
A gentle breeze blew over all four of them.
“That would be a polite no.” Dade said quietly.
“Like hell, I’ll be locked out of my own temple room.” Chris hissed. Stepping back, he stared at the door, the handle shook. When he thought it was going to open it started to pour rain on the four of them. He waved a hand to stop it and looked at the men beside him. Dade’s long hair was soaked and the expression on his face was similar to how he himself was feeling about the whole thing.
“And that would be a mind your own business.” Owen said sticking his hands in his pockets.
Chris looked at Steven. “You have any ideas?”
Steven shook his head trying to get the water to stop dripping in his face then took a step away from the door. “Oh no. I’m plenty happy enough to wait until it opens on its own. You might like lighting striking you but I’m not too open to trying that.”
Chris shook his head. “Are you all afraid of them?”
Dade nodded. “I’ve seen what each one can do alone – especially your little innocent there my friend; the four of them together scare the hell out of me.”
Chris sighed and looked back at the door. “Kasey?”
“Yes Christopher?” Her voice came through the door again.
“You’re making me angry and I don’t want to do something I’ve promised you I wouldn’t.”
A wind breeze ruffled his hair. “I know you won’t Chris. Now go away I’m trying to concentrate here.”
His jaw dropped. Sighing he looked at the others. “Beer?” They nodded and followed him down the hallway.
“Seems you’re a bit afraid of their wrath too councilor.” Dade mumbled behind him.
“Shut up.” Chris growled and walked into the kitchen.
festival they are determined to stop the killer from harming anyone
again. And Steven will, with a plan of his own, persuade Rachel that
they are meant to be together.
buoyant recklessness. She loves being a flirt and has spent many
years indulging that side of her personality. Her energy draws
others; her character is to protect all those that cannot protect
themselves. When she’s not riding on life, she is helping children
less fortunate then herself.
more than his energy usually allows. He is a highly-respected
pediatrician that always goes that extra step to ensure all in his
care are receiving his utmost attention. He often sacrifices sleep to
spend time with his friends, and he can’t seem to help affably
chasing the skirt of the one woman that breaks his easy-going charm
and makes him forget he’s supposed to be the jovial. He hides his
strength in body and magic, never letting others know that he is more
than the carefree man with everything he needs.
determined to stop the killer from harming anyone again. With a plan
of his own, Steven decides he’s done waiting for Rachel to see that
they’re meant to be together and takes things into his own hands.
When they were well out of sight Steven stopped and looked back towards the cabin.
Chris hissed out a breath as he looked around. “This should be far enough.” He looked at the trees overhead and then to the ground. “How do you want to do this?” He sent him a wary look. “Who are you going after?”
Steven rubbed his jaw. “Not Kasey, she’d just zap my ass and I’d probably have burn marks.” He noted the pride in Chris’s eyes as he tried not to smirk. “I’m going to aim for Rachel or Leena, definitely not Cora. If she so much as made a sound, Dade would thump me into the ground.”
Chris grinned. “And you don’t think Owen would?”
Steven shook his head. “Leena wouldn’t let him.” He let out a deep breath and then held up his hands, palms facing Chris. “Here goes nothing.” He closed his eyes and took slow breaths as he reached deep inside to the magic he held tightly within his body. He felt it climb through him and warm his skin. When Chris’s finger tips touched his, he felt a powerful boost to the magic gathering.
He pictured Rachel inside his mind and focused on her for a few seconds, testing. A heat spread through him as he felt the connection to her aura pass over his own. He searched for the way into her thoughts and felt her mind click open as if he’d turned a lock. Taking a deep breath he concentrated harder.
His hands shook until he felt Chris funnel some of his own power into the sight he was trying to grasp. He could see all of the women and a multitude of colors as they moved around inside the cabin. He could feel nervousness and anxiety. Furrowing his brow his held onto the link as it started to change. He couldn’t sense what it was now, it had somehow changed quickly. It was as if …
A blast of power shot through him and sent him sprawling to the ground. His hands were burning suddenly and it felt like he’d been hit across the head with something made of stone. He opened his eyes slowly and looked up at the leaves on the trees above him. Lifting his head carefully he looked around and spotted Chris lying flat on his back as well.
“We are in a lot of trouble, Doctor.” Chris sounded out of breath.
“Yeah,” he agreed and then turned his head towards the steps coming from the direction of the cabin.
a flash of magic
witches to stir it all together
targeting their kind.
group of special friends together to use their powers to unmask the
killer and prevent more victims, before moving to the celebration of
small remove: her ability to feel other’s emotions has kept her
guarded and alone. After reeling from the killer’s emotional
tumult, her friends are concerned and looking to protect – none
more than Dade.
reactions with his drums leaves Dade singularly placed to draw the
killer forward, but his concerns is only for Coralee. Always drawn to
her, his past history with women leave him wondering if she ever
could take a chance on him. A gathering that could change everything
by catching the killer just may bring a new love to light.
Steven slumped down in the seat, as Dade drove them back to Cora’s to unload everything. Closing his eyes, he sighed. Sleep. Soon.
“Do you know where I can get a horse?”
He opened his eyes and looked at Dade. “There’s a horse on the list?”
Dade looked at him and frowned. “What? No.”
Steven sat back up. “Should I even ask what the hell you want a horse for?”
Dade smirked. “You said you wanted to see me top all you guys.”
Steven pinched the bridge of his nose for a second. “And you need a horse to do this?”
Dade nodded. “Yeah, a white one.”
Steven put his head down and chuckled. “Do you even know how to ride a horse? I’m assuming you’re planning on riding it.”
Dade shrugged. “How hard can it be?”
“I can’t get in shit for taking pictures this time.” He took a calming breath trying not to laugh again. “I have a patient; his parents own a farm. If you’re serious.”
Dade grinned. “I’m serious.”
Steven leaned over towards him. “You’re not going to ride a horse into Cora’s house are you…
places, for too long. His light charm carefully keeps others from
seeing the dangerous man that lies inside. He is the first for
justice and will go out of his way to keep the innocent safe. He
finds himself falling for the woman that was a victim of a sick and
vile person and is caught between keeping her out of harm’s way and
completing the job he needs to finish.
that becomes a victim to the vicious attack of a killer. Even though
she survives, she will have to learn to live with the scars for the
rest of her life. In hiding she has to rebuild the strength to get
through it. She is forced to spend her days and nights in the company
of a detective, that seems to have no other plan in life than to
constantly aggravate her and make her want things she may never have
injured, the group of friends pull together to keep him and the
recovering victim of a killer safe. As a result, the group of twelve
become targets of the criminals after Patrick and have to live
together in a safe house for Yule.
follow orders or will they take matters into their own hands?
Walt looked around at the three women, then to the giant that stood in front of him. “Who the hell are you and where’s Blaine?”
Dexter shrugged. “He’s not here.”
Walt backed towards the door a bit, pulling Bob with him for cover. He pointed the gun at the large man. “We’ll be going then.”
Dexter shook his head. “I don’t think so.”
Walt shoved Bob as hard as he could toward Dexter, reaching for the door at the same time. He pulled it open only to have it jerked from his hand and close with a loud bang. “What the…” He spun around and pointed the gun at Dexter again. Bob was lying in a heap on the floor as if he’d fainted. Idiot.
He pointed the gun at the longhaired woman and grinned. “Walk over here, real slowly.” Her eyebrows went up in a look of shock.
“I don’t think so,” she said softly.
The short blonde flung an arm up and growled. “I don’t like you pointing a gun at my friends.” The gun jerked out of his hand and floated toward the big man, who reached out and plucked it out of midair.
He flipped the safety on and tucked it into the waist of his jeans. “You should listen to her, friend.”
“What are you people?” Walt looked from the longhaired one back to the short blonde.
“Sexy.” The black-haired woman said softly as she stepped from around the man who held his own gun directed at him now. “And slightly irritated that you barged in here.”
Walt stared at her for a second then turned back toward the door.
“Leaving so soon?” She purred. His back was against the wall, his feet not touching the ground. His shocked expression looked down at Rachel, as his heart tried to climb into his throat.
Georgian Triangle area.
in 2009 she hasn’t stopped. Jacqueline describes her writing as “all
things paranormal”, which she has proven is her niche with
stories of witches, ghosts, physics and shifters now on the
children, most of whom are finally able to look after her instead of
the other way around. Together they do random road trips, that
usually end up with them lost, shopping trips where they push every
button in the toy aisle, hiking when there’s enough time to escape
and bizarre things like creating new daring recipes in the kitchen.
She’s a grandmother to four (so far) and looks forward to corrupting
many more in the years to come.
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