Step into a world of magic and passions....

Take a dash of spice, heat it.

Add a flash of magic and watch the sparks fly.

Toss in a killer that's targeting women.

Add a handful of witches from all paths to stir it all together...

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Excerpt Thursday - Autumn Dance


At the autumn gathering twelve angry and determined witches use their power to draw out the killer before anyone else can become a victim.
With his magic ability Dade has control like no other— if he had that in his everyday life he could have the one thing he wants.




Dade closed one eye and his head dropped back a few inches. “S’most.” He whispered. Then he grimaced at him. “Leggo.” He tried to lean back to lie down.

Steven grabbed the back of his head to stop him. “I don’t think so, you’re going to sit up here with your eyes open and shortly you’re going to heave your guts out and then we’re going to have a shower.”

“Noo.” Dade’s eyes rolled back. “Is movin’.”

Steven smirked. “Nothing brings it all back up better then the spins my friend, it’s either this or I haul your ass to the hospital to have your stomach pumped.”

Owen walked over behind the couch and put his hands under Dade’s arms and pulled him more upright. “Up you go.”

Dade moaned and tried to lean to the side again. “Leggo.”

Steven pulled his head back upright and held it completely straight. “First heave and we’ll aim you; don’t make me stick my fingers in that mouth, Bro, that’s just— eww.”

Owen grinned at him over the shaky man. “In your profession you can still say eww?”

Steven shrugged. “You want to stick your fingers in that mouth right now, go for it.”

Owen shuddered. “Eww no.”

Dade swallowed and started trying to take deep breaths.

“Here we go.” Steven watched him swallow a few times the let go of his head to pick the pail up and put it under his face.

~ * ~

Owen scowled at the cup of coffee he handed Steven. “Our kids get sick and Leena’s on her own.”

Steven took the cup and sipped it slowly. “Well I’m surethey won’t smell like a week’s worth of bad booze.” He set the cup down. “You want to climb in the shower with him or start cleaning up?”

Owen was rummaging under the sink looking for anything he could spray or squirt to get rid of the stench. “As appealing as dragging his ass into a cold shower sounds I’ll pass that fun to you.”

Steven smiled. “Fine, come help me get him off the couch. His stomach is as empty as it’s going to be.” Walking back in, he sighed. “Where is the camera when you need it?”

“Oh!” Owen reached for his phone. “Right here.” He held up the phone. “Don’t touch him yet.” He walked closer to the man kneeling on his own couch with a pail between his legs and took several pictures.

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Jacqueline Paige
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All Things Paranormal
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