Thursday, August 28, 2014
Kasey watched him silently. She had to move. She had
three weeks and then was homeless. It made everything
she’d said last night seem even more of a reality to her. Here
he sat in this house, sipping coffee, not looking a bit
disturbed by the fact he’d gotten someone to pay her off
quietly so she would find somewhere else to live.
Kasey sat back and looked over at him again. “Make sure
you bill me accordingly for your time.” She would not fall
apart in front of him. She let out a hushed breath.
His angry eyes met hers. “I didn’t do... it... for... the...
money,” he said, pausing on each word.
Kasey lifted her chin higher. “That’s fine, but I’m sure it
took time away from more important things you had to do.”
She crossed her arms and sat back, wishing she could melt
into the chair.
Dade hissed out a loud breath and sat back. “Well, I
don’t know about the rest of you, but I’ve about had all the
light brunch conversation I can stand.”
Several heads nodded in agreement.
Kasey stood up. “Why don’t all of you go relax on the
terrace, and I’ll clear this up.” She began picking up dishes
and stacking them.
“Enough!” Chris bellowed as his closed fist slammed on
the table hard enough that the dishes rattled.
Kasey turned and glared at him, her hands on her hips.
“Oh, I don’t think so!” she spat.
Chris shoved his chair back and stood.
She flashed a hand out at him, and an unseen force sent
him flying back into his chair and sent it sliding back three
feet. “Don’t!” she practically growled.
Chris flicked a hand, and all the dishes from his end of
the table went crashing onto the floor.
Everyone scrambled back from the table as he slowly
stood again. “Do. Not. Slap. Me. Back. Again,” he grit out
in a low voice.
Dade ran around the side of the table and stood beside
him, his hands out to his sides. Chris didn’t even turn to
look at him. “Stay out of it.”
Dade lifted his hands and backed up a few feet.
Kasey’s chest was heaving with ragged breaths. “At least
I slap at you with something tangible instead of taking
cheap shots with words, Christopher Larkin!” Her fists were
clenched at her sides. She opened them, and the table shook
with a force she’d never used before. The dishes lifted up,
and then they dropped down hard enough several shattered.
Kasey watched the glass and china scatter everywhere and
then looked back at Chris. “Take that out of the payoff
money you’ve swindled for me!” With that she ran out of
Chris stood there feeling every bit as angry as she had
looked. He wanted everyone to go away and leave them
alone. He started to step towards her and then stopped and
clenched his hands at his sides. His knuckles were white.
Leena went to go after Kasey and smacked up against an
invisible wall. She felt her hand over it for a second, then
turned and looked at everyone in the room.
“Someone tell me what the fuck just happened!” Dade
Kasey is a woman that exudes energy and brightness; she is as equally passionate when angry as she is when she’s happy. The energy she carries from life comes through in all her magical workings with spells and stones, giving them great magical strength. She is a dreamer and often wishes she could re-write her own story so that she was charming and sophisticated enough to be with a certain wealthy male lawyer she wants more than anything else.
Chris is a force of strength and experience that is carefully hidden behind the easy mannerism he has adapted so carefully. There is nothing he cannot do where magic is concerned and he has tried all manner of things, whether right or wrong. His fortune has left him wanting for nothing else in life, except the one thing money can’t buy him, the woman he feels too unclean to approach.
Separated by two different life styles yet their passion and magic ignite 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?
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Thursday, August 21, 2014
The eight stood in a circle around the small fire pit.
Outside the shelter, the rain poured so hard it was like 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 some ancestors are
Dade lifted her hand and kissed it before he let go. “I’ll
make sure they are.” He picked up the shaker sitting 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 and faced 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
someone telling him.
As their heads came up, the wind seemed to continuously
circle the shelter and block out the pouring rain. He could
no longer see or hear the heavy downpour.
Not knowing what to expect next, he looked back at the
others. Chris, Kasey, and Rachel were standing with their
hands clasped and staring into the fire as the flames rose
higher. The flames were almost white now, and he blinked
to make sure it wasn’t just his eyes.
Dade’s motion with the rattle became faster and louder as
he moved to stand beside Cora. Her head was thrown back
and her eyes closed, and she seemed to be shaking with the
rhythm of the rattle. Her eyes flew open, and she stopped
shaking to look 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 at some point.
She stepped back and cried out in fear. He caught up her
shoulders and held her tight as Dade instructed him to do.
Glancing over her shoulder and into the fire he saw, he
wasn’t sure what, images but 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
At once, Dade stopped shaking the rattle and the three
controlling the fire dropped their hands and gasped when
they looked at him holding the slumped woman in his arms.
Leena and Steven settled the wind and turned around to
see the others crowding around Owen. He looked at Leena.
“I have to set her down, or my legs are going to give out.”
Dade set his rattle down and scooped Cora into his arms.
She was still shaking and breathing as if she’d been running.
He walked over to the table and sat with her held in his
Leena and Chris helped Owen to sit at the table. “Hell of
an initiation.” He put his head down on the table for a
moment and then looked over at Dade. “Is she okay?”
Dade looked down at her as her eyes opened. “Yeah, but
she didn’t quite share the strength of this with us.” He
glanced back at Owen. “If you hadn’t discovered your gift
tonight, it would have been a lot worse.”
Owen looked over at Leena, who was looking worried.
“Can I drink now?” He let out a long breath and accepted
the bottle she handed him. After taking two long swallows,
he looked back at Cora. “I dunno what just happened, and I
don’t know what I saw, but as soon as I touched Cora, the
fire had images in it... images I’m not sure I even want
Cora sat up slowly in Dade’s arms. “I’m okay now,
Dade. Thank you.” She pushed against his arm.
“Well, you can just sit here for a moment or two longer.
You scared the shit out of me! If Owen hadn’t told us to
stop, I don’t know what would have happened! Jesus, Cora,
why didn’t you tell us it was that strong?” Dade asked.
She touched his cheek lightly, then rested her head
against his shoulder. “I had no idea it was that strong, Dade,
or I wouldn’t have exposed all of us in a negative way.” She
took a deep breath, then climbed off Dade’s lap and looked
over at Owen. “I owe many thanks to you, Owen Grey. I
couldn’t pull back completely, but I felt when you took half
the burden. You’re going to come in handy when I have
seeing to do.”
Owen took another drink, before offering her the bottle.
“You’re welcome, and I’ll get back to you on answering
whether I want to help again or not.” He rubbed his chest.
“My chest still burns like hell.”
Everyone glanced at Cora then back to Owen as Leena
sat beside him and grasped the hem of his sweater. “May I?”
He shrugged as she lifted his sweater. He heard gasps then
looked down to see a burn in the shape of a cross on his
chest. It covered the skin from his collarbone to the bottom
of his rib cage. She touched it lightly. “It’s not hot; does it
Leena is a woman that is gentle in everything, her personality and moods. She always feels maternal with her closest friends and would go out of their way to look after any one of them. Her ability of controlling the elements and knowledge of plants make her magic abilities strong and unbreakable. She is a leader at work and in life, always working hard to keep those around her close, but never allowing anyone to get too close.
To the outside world she is just Leena Duncan, a quiet woman who works a normal job and lived a quiet life.
A few times a year she can openly use her magical gifts at celebrations within a small community of people she calls friends.
Having lived through the horrors that can come from the hands of someone you thought loved you; she decided never loving again would prevent more emotional scarring.
It takes one man at a rainy Beltane celebration to change everything she is comfortable with and one killer to change her safe world.
Owen is a man that reflects humor and cavalier vibrations to others, he is gentle and caring as is his ability to draw negative and heal others. If you didn’t know him, you would never realize he came from violence. Knowing how the real world can be, he has vowed to never put himself into the position, or allow anyone else that could open up the world he has carefully sealed shut forever.
He creates worlds and puts them on paper to entertain others. After years of using his imagination he finds out his friends can do things he thought only his mind created.
For his entire adult life Owen Grey has always played it safe and kept to his own world of writing, never getting too close to anyone.
Having lived a nightmare growing up he would never take the chance of repeating history. He may write about happily-ever-after, but knows it is pure fantasy and doesn’t exist.
Until her . . .
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