by Casey Morgan
“Why not?” Simeon said. “It’s worth a try.”
Marilyn was tapping my shoulder, as if to get me to hurry up and agree.
“Okay, okay,” I told her. “I already said I thought it was a good idea. But if you need me to officially announce that I’m in, you’ve got it, pretty lady.”
But her tapping increased, as did her heart rate, and I began to realize that that hadn’t been why she was trying to get my attention.
“Umm, Melchior?” she squeaked, her tone of voice sounding very familiar to when she had told me there was a wolf watching us.
I turned around, already pretty sure of what was she looking at.
And sure enough, Gaspar had snuck up behind us. Luring me into the woods to fight was more Simeon’s style than his. He didn’t pounce on us and carry Marilyn through the forest like Simeon had, either.
Nope. Gaspar was known to be one sneaky, stealthy motherfucker.
And here he was coming up to us as if we were old friends. Hanging out and eavesdropping on our conversation.
How much had he heard? I wondered.
I had no idea, but as he rubbed his palms together gleefully and said, “Well, what have we here? A pact of some sort, eh?”, I had a feeling we were all about to find out.
THE END… for now. Stay tuned for more in the Bethel Forest Shifters series, featuring paranormal menage/reverse harem romance!
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Sneak Peek of The Spell of Three
Prologue
Shanna
“I really think that you should calm down, Shanna.”
My mother looked at me with un-compassionate eyes, like the fact that I was making a scene was the big deal.
I glared at her and my sister and my now ex-fiancé. Derek looked down and shuffled his feet a bit. But he didn’t look sorry. Not at all.
I frowned at him.
“It’s two days before our wedding, Derek. Two days! And you expect me to be calm?”
My anger made my voice raspy.
Without even thinking, I gathered the magic in the air around me and brought it into my body. I didn’t have a clue what kind of spell I wanted to cast: a fireball, a blast spell, an illegal curse? Whatever would make me feel better in this moment.
“Shanna!” My father hissed, looking down at my palms. “There will be no magic in this house. Drop it, young lady!”
I breathed out and released all the magic in my body.
“I’m the better witch anyway,” bragged Nora.
My bratty little sister stood with her arms, crossed facing me. Derek, my ex and now her fiancé, was standing right by her.
It was Thanksgiving and I had just caught the two of them kissing in the hallway. I had been walking down the hallway to let them know dinner was ready, when I saw that they had already gotten started enjoying a pre-dinner treat of their own!
Derek was kissing my little sister two days before he was supposed to marry me. It was absurd! Like a crazy nightmare that I couldn’t wake up from.
And to make matters worse, my parents were supporting Nora. She had always been their favorite, a fact they never bothered to hide from me, and now they wanted me to calm down and support my sister and her new love. I wanted to claw her eyes out.
Instead, I ignored Nora’s comment and took a seat on the tan couch that occupied my parents’ too-sterile living room. My mother had just recently been convinced to take the plastic off the furniture, but it still looked like no one lived here.
I never knew why they insisted on living in a museum-like atmosphere. Now I was thinking that perhaps it was to match their cold, empty hearts.
“Okay,” I said, my voice hard and barely just above a whisper. “Let me get this straight. You two have been dating and sleeping together for months. Months during which you, Derek, lied to me and let me continue planning a big wedding that you had no intention of ever going through with?”
My mother wandered over to sit next to me. She put a bony hand on my thigh in a way that was supposed to be comforting, but was not at all. I flinched under the iciness of her hand.
“Pumpkin,” she looked at me with wide blue eyes that mirrored my own. “Love just happens. Nora and Derek didn’t plan this. I don’t understand why you aren’t happy for her.”
I moved my knee out of her grasp and glared at her. Mom always took Nora’s side, even if that side was crazy.
“How long have you and Dad known about this?” I asked, my voice even and cold.
Mom dropped her eyes from mine. “A few months. You see...”
I jumped to my feet. “A few months!”
I glared at her and my father; neither looked sorry.
“I spent so much of my own money on this wedding and the honeymoon.” I glanced at Derek. “The wedding and honeymoon in Ireland that you convinced me to book, so that we could meet my distant relatives! What the hell, Derek? Why would you even have me do that?”
“Well, Shanna,” Derek shuffled forward. “I figured, you know, that you could give Nora and me the tickets. I mean, that’s her family, too.”
Oh, hell no!
“Derek, I paid for the tickets.”
I shook my head, partly to show my refusal to his ridiculous suggestion, but mostly to hide the fact that I could no longer hold back my tears.
“There is no way that I’m sending you and my sister on what was supposed to be our wedding and honeymoon trip.”
Dad tutted at me. “Be reasonable, Shanna.”
I turned to glare at him. I felt the magic in the room rush into my body again and wove my fingers through the movements of a blast spell.
My mom, dad and Nora all sucked in magic of their own. We didn’t send spells at each other much, but, as a family of witches, it did happen from time to time.
I fingered the blast spell resting in my palm. It felt like a ball of swirling hot air. I wanted to release it at my sister; to see her crushed against the wall and maybe taking out my mom’s pristine couch with her.
But I wouldn’t do that. I was a good witch. I was a good girl. A lot of good it had done me in life, but, like it or not, that was who I was. So, I dropped the spell, grabbed my purse and headed towards the door.
Derek followed me outside. He seemed anxious, as I unlocked what was formerly our car. As far as I was concerned, it was my car now.
“Where are you going, Shanna?” he asked.
I didn’t even turn to look at him. I couldn’t. I had loved him this morning. Two hours ago, we were engaged and happy, or at least that was what I thought. My heart clenched. It was heavy and aching in my chest.
How could he do this to me?
I felt the magic in the air around me again, but quickly pushed it away. There was nothing it could do to help. I had all the magic in the world, but no spell would fix a broken heart.
“Shanna?” Derek asked again.
“I’m going to Ireland,” I told him. “Clearly, the wedding is off. But I’m still going on our honeymoon.”
He blinked at me, as if he wasn’t comprehending. Just in case there was any chance he thought I might be delusional and meaning “with him,” still, I decided to clarify things.
“Alone.”
And with that, I got into the car and shut the door in his face.
I had no idea what the fut
ure had in store for me, or why Ireland of all places would hold anything better than here, but I figured I had to go somewhere, try something. Clearly all that was left at home was heartache and betrayal. Plus, I was not about to waste the money I had spent on my portion of the ticket, at least.
Well, that’s over, I thought. Time for something new.
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Two strapping Irish elves. One lonely but strong female witch. And a love – not to mention a burning desire – that cannot be denied.
Shanna McDonnell is having a horrible would-be honeymoon. It doesn’t help that her fiancé just left her for her little sister or that her parents are on her sister’s side.
But now she is in Ireland, during the rainy season, alone. She’s supposed to meet her long-lost relatives, but the McDonnells of Ireland aren’t the friendly family she expects. And meeting them leads her to real trouble.
Luck’s Hollow is a town mostly inhabited by elves and sprites. Its small-town feel, and little shops, make it the perfect destination for the paranormal tourist. And Hennessey House is the most charming bed and breakfast for the discerning werewolf or witch.
The tall, handsome elf brothers, Brody and Ryan, are the general managers of the bed and breakfast that has been in their family for hundreds of years. The brothers like to share a joke, and show off their muscles, but when a gorgeous red-headed witch checks into the honeymoon suite alone, they decide to try to show off and share other things as well.
What starts as a one-night stand with both elves meant to be a fun fling to help Shanna forget her heartbreak grows into so much more. Suddenly Shanna is facing the wrath of her Irish cousins and the scorn of the whole town. But the elves’ love is a natural spell so powerful Shanna doesn’t think she could break it even if she wanted to.
Will Ryan and Brody’s love be enough to pull her through when things with her family turn violent? Or will the magic between them fizzle when reality sets in?
The Spell of Three is a full-length urban fantasy steamy menage paranormal romance of over 65,000 words. It is intended for ages 18 and up due to its heat level and adult situations.
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