Locked Out of Love

by Mary K. Norris

  Locked Out of Love

  Guild of Truth

  Book 3

  Mary K. Norris

  Avon, Massachusetts

  Copyright © 2015 by Mary K. Norris.

  All rights reserved.

  This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission from the publisher; exceptions are made for brief excerpts used in published reviews.

  Published by

  Crimson Romance

  an imprint of F+W Media, Inc.

  10151 Carver Road, Suite 200

  Blue Ash, OH 45242. U.S.A.

  www.crimsonromance.com

  ISBN 10: 1-4405-9535-6

  ISBN 13: 978-1-4405-9535-6

  eISBN 10: 1-4405-9533-X

  eISBN 13: 978-1-4405-9533-2

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, corporations, institutions, organizations, events, or locales in this novel are either the product of the author's imagination or, if real, used fictitiously. The resemblance of any character to actual persons (living or dead) is entirely coincidental.

  Cover art © iStock/beijingstory and iStock/feedough.

  This book is for my brother and sister, Sean and Kathleen. You guys are my very best friends. Love you both.

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  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Acknowledgments

  More from This Author

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  Chapter 1

  Joel took another swig of his drink. He'd lost count of how many he'd had. Too many, if he was to fancy a guess. But hell, he wanted to take Felix out to celebrate. It was a sort of pre-bachelor bachelor party.

  "I really am happy for her," Joel insisted as he took another swallow of rum.

  He hadn't meant to bring up Sydney, but he couldn't help himself.

  "I know," Felix said consolingly.

  What was there to be angry about? Sydney had loved him, in her own way. It wasn't her fault that she found her Mirror Mate, the one person in all the world who was meant for her. Only a jackass would hold a grudge against her. And Joel was not a jackass.

  Okay …

  Maybe he was a little bit of a jackass.

  “It wouldn’t have been so bad if she hadn’t hidden the truth from me for three months. Three months she suspected who Merrick was to her and she kept it from me.”

  "Look," Felix said as he rested a hand on his shoulder. "There are plenty of beautiful woman around this bar. Just take your pick."

  Joel continued to stare into his liquor. He didn't want to look around. The women only reminded him of Sydney. If they didn’t have golden blonde hair then they had green eyes or small frames. He sighed.

  “And don’t look now,” Felix said in a hushed voice, “but our bartender keeps glancing your way.”

  Joel had been so distracted with his own thoughts, he hadn’t even realized their bartender was female. Hadn’t there been a dude filling his drinks earlier? He couldn’t remember. Maybe it was time to stop.

  He finished his drink and pushed the empty glass away from him. “I appreciate the effort, Felix, I really do. But tonight is about you, not me, and I need to stop moping. It’s been nearly six months. I’m over it.”

  Felix shot him a sympathetic look.

  “I am over it,” he repeated, stiffening his spine. “It’s the stupid alcohol in my system turning me into this whiny bitcher, I swear. Watch, I’ll prove it to you.” He spun around on his barstool and scanned the bustling area. His gaze caught on a woman who smiled seductively and waved. Joel’s eyes instantly jumped to her hair. Golden waves.

  Fuck, getting sucker punched in the gut hurt less.

  He spun back around before he threw up. He dumped his head onto his forearms where they rested on the bar top. “Fuck my life,” he said miserably.

  Felix laughed.

  At least one of them was enjoying his misery.

  “Don’t worry,” Felix said. “Your face only turned a mild shade of green. Maybe next time you’ll be able to last long enough to smile and wave back.”

  “Shut up.”

  Felix laughed again and clapped him on the back. “You want me to scout you out a nice dark-haired girl? But I have to warn you that you don’t get to bring some bimbo from a bar to my wedding. Got it?”

  And wouldn’t that just be great? Joel was going to have to attend his best friend’s wedding stag, watching the woman he’d dated for three years bounce around on the arm of another man. His life was now complete.

  He needed another drink.

  As if summoned by magic, a napkin was placed down in front of him. A few seconds later another tumbler filled with rum was set on the napkin. “On the house,” said a pleasant, feminine voice.

  Joel looked up and locked gazes with the most beautiful pair of crystal blue eyes he’d ever seen. A jolt went straight through his body. The woman inhaled sharply as if she’d felt the same thing, her eyes widening in alarm.

  No fucking way …

  Joel’s eyes darted down to the nametag on her left breast. Fern. Fern looked ready to flee. On pure instinct Joel grabbed her hand before she could pull away.

  Instantly there was another shock of awareness that made his whole body hard, followed quickly by a strange numbing sensation, like his hand was slowly falling asleep.

  Alarm turned to terror on Fern’s face. Her other hand instantly dropped to the counter as if she could use it as leverage to pull herself free from him, but as soon as her hand touched the hardwood top, Joel heard the distinct clink of a Lock.

  Startled cries rang out as people struggled to lift glasses, purses, money, and body parts from the bar top around him.

  Joel stared open-mouthed. He whipped back to Fern. Together they looked down at their touching hands. Fern ripped hers free and fled behind the bar.

  “Wait!” Joel shot off his barstool. The world spun. Shit.

  Too much alcohol.

  Felix grabbed him by the shoulder. “What the fuck was that?”

  Joel shook his head to try and clear his muddled thoughts. “That woman. She just absorbed my powers.” At least that’s what it felt like. “I also think she’s my Mirror Mate.”

  Felix swore. Together they raced from the bar, Felix throwing down a hundred-dollar bill to pay for their drinks.

  “I was supposed to get that, you know,” Joel said on their way out.

  “Pay me back later.”

  They circled the building as fast as possible and caught Fern bursting out of the backdoor like a bat out of hell. She collided with a man in a dark suit, her slender hands on the man’s chest to steady herself.

  Joel ground his teeth, a sudden stab of jealousy going through him.

  “I’
m so sorry,” Fern said to the stranger. Her eyes dropped down to where the man was trying and failing to pull his arm away from his chest.

  She’d Locked him.

  If what Joel saw at the bar didn’t confirm it, this did. Somehow Fern had borrowed his powers. The tingling sensation when their hands touched must have been his ability going into her. He was a LockSmith, a supernatural with the power to Lock anything and everything to anything else, and he didn’t mean doors. Well, he could Lock a door, but no key would be able to open it—only he’d be able to. He could Lock shoes to the ground, cars to the street, or even a heart in a human chest to keep it from beating. Whatever he Locked froze, stuck in place until he chose to Unlock it or he got far enough away that his ability stopped working. He’d never met another LockSmith, but he doubted Fern was one. Tingling sensations during contact was not the usual MO. And now she’d accidentally Locked that man’s arm to his chest when she’d touched him. She had no idea what she was doing.

  He quickened his pace.

  As if sensing his presence, Fern looked up and spotted him. Her lips parted, and he noticed the slight hesitation in her body before she turned and ran down the alley.

  “Hey!” the man called after her. He pulled frantically at his arm. “What the hell did you do to me?”

  Joel ran up to him, Felix hot on his heels. “Don’t worry, sir,” Joel said with forced calm. His heart was beating a mile a minute. Every instinct screamed to go after Fern, but he couldn’t leave this man. He grasped the stranger’s arm in what he hoped was a friendly manner. “She’s been getting everyone all night,” he lied glibly. “The honey exploded on her.” He focused his attention and had a moment of apprehension when his powers didn’t come to him when he first called. A few seconds later he felt the familiar tingle at the back of his neck. He Locked the man’s arm to his chest in an attempt to override Fern’s mistake before Unlocking it, hoping like hell his plan would work.

  It did.

  The man’s arm dropped away and he stared down at it. “I don’t smell honey,” he said.

  Joel shrugged and scanned the alley. A mop of silver blonde hair caught his eye. Fern. She was watching him. Her head disappeared behind the wall and Joel knew she was gone.

  He clenched his hands into fists.

  Chapter 2

  Melanie shot into the first cab that stopped for her, not caring about the cost or the fact that she had just left work without telling anyone.

  “Where to, miss?” the cab driver asked.

  She threw out the address to the community center and fell back against her seat, eyes closed.

  The back of her neck still tingled. Her hands trembled where they rested atop her thighs.

  And here she’d spent all day thinking she might be coming down with some kind of flu, worrying about the cost of the doctor’s visit and how she couldn’t afford to take any time off.

  But it wasn’t the flu.

  It was so much worse.

  She hunched over and dropped her head into her hands.

  “Is everything okay, miss?” The cab driver was probably afraid she was about to puke on his upholstery.

  No. Nothing was okay.

  “Everything’s fine,” she lied.

  A few minutes later, the cab driver pulled up to the front of the community center. “Are you sure you want to be dropped off here? It doesn’t look open.”

  Melanie’s shoulders slumped. He was right. It was too late for the center to be open. What had she been thinking?

  That I don’t want to go home.

  And now she’d wasted even more money having the cab driver bring her here. She was tempted to get out and simply walk around aimlessly, but there was no point. She’d only be stranded.

  “Actually, would you mind taking me elsewhere?” Melanie gave him her home address and cringed inwardly at how much the fare was going to add up to.

  • • •

  “Oh, Melanie, there you are.” Her mother threw her arms around her neck and gave her a huge squeeze as soon as she was through the door. “I called the bar looking for you, but they said you ran off. I feared for the worst. Are you all right?”

  So all her co-workers at the bar had witnessed her flight? That wasn’t good.

  “I’m fine, Ma.” She extracted her mother from around her. “I thought I saw Alexander and I fled.”

  Her mother’s clear, blue eyes widened at the mention of her ex. “You should have called the police. You have a restraining order on him, don’t you?”

  She hated lying to her mother, but she couldn’t tell her the truth. “I wasn’t sure and I panicked. Why did you call the bar looking for me?”

  Her mother turned around and plucked a small sticky note off the cluttered side table. “The people you found to help Nathan called earlier looking for you, and because you turn your cell phone off at work, I told them where they could find you. I wanted to check in to see if they’d contacted you yet. I know it’s late, and I know you can’t be disturbed at work, but I thought … ” She drifted off and Melanie offered an understanding smile.

  Ma thought she was helping her son.

  All this time Melanie had been trying to find ways to help her brother, and now it turned out she was just like him. The thought sent a sickening lurch through her stomach.

  Cursed.

  “How is he?” she asked.

  Her mother’s gaze dropped to the floor. “Your father and I were at work; so was your aunt and her boyfriend. No one was here to watch him. I think he had a stash of drugs hidden somewhere in his room. He’s been out of it since I got home.”

  The wrinkles in her mother’s face seemed harsher against her sad eyes and graying hair pulled back into a neat bun. She looked so tired.

  She’s too old to have to worry about this stuff.

  Melanie gathered her mother’s frail form into her arms and gave her a quick squeeze. “I’ll go check on him.”

  She slipped down the narrow hallway, mindful of all her aunt’s precious vases and safari animal figurines that cluttered the tables, along with books and glasses resting on coasters. It was a tight squeeze with six of them living in the two-bedroom home, but somehow they made it work. She stopped at the end of the hall where her parents had given up the second bedroom to her and her brother. She raised her hand to knock and paused. What for?

  She pushed open the door.

  The room was a mess. Clothes were thrown everywhere, some with fresh rips in the fabric, including hers.

  “Nathan, no,” Melanie moaned as she picked up two of her favorite tops. She’d been lucky enough to find them on clearance and now they were ruined. She threw them into the wastebasket in the corner.

  Nathan was right where Ma said he’d be. One of his legs dangled over the edge of the bed, his arms were spread wide, and he stared unseeing at the ceiling.

  Melanie swallowed the lump in her throat. Was this to become her fate? All this time she’d thought she was the lucky one. Her neck tingled and she felt an answering sting of tears in her eyes. When Nathan had first started getting his visions, he complained about an itch at the back of his neck. The doctors had diagnosed him with narcolepsy, but Melanie knew better. Now, six years later, he turned to drugs and alcohol to escape his visions.

  Was it only a matter of time before Ma would find them both like this?

  No.

  Melanie straightened her shoulders. There was still hope. Ma said the people who could help Nathan had wanted to talk to her. She wouldn’t give up until she’d exhausted all avenues. If these people could help Nathan, then perhaps they could help her as well.

  Besides, I’m not getting visions like Nathan.

  So what did that leave her with?

  Suddenly, her thoughts flipped to the man at the bar, the one drowning his sorrows with alcohol. Her heart quivered in her chest and she rubbed at it.

  He had powers. He knew what he was doing. Knew how to control them.

  Somehow when she’d fled the bar
, she’d trapped that suited stranger’s arm to his chest, but never-want-to-see-the-bottom-of-my-glass man had simply walked up, grabbed him, and undone whatever Melanie had done.

  I absorbed his ability.

  She dropped down on an empty corner of her brother’s bed. Her mind swam; hours ago she had only her brother to worry about and now it turned out she had some strange power, too, one that she put on display without meaning to, one that could draw unwanted attention to herself.

  One thing at a time.

  Say she had absorbed some of the drunkard’s ability. All that meant was that he lived with powers, and he hadn’t looked mentally unstable. Drunk and depressed? Yes. But crazy? No.

  Something about him had drawn her curiosity at the bar. His dark mahogany hair flirting between sexy and shaggy, those defined brows half hiding a pair of midnight-blue eyes, and his hands … working hands, covered with scars like a map with too many trails to follow. What would they feel like under her fingertips, against her skin, teasing … ?

  Melanie’s breath caught and she instantly shook the thoughts away.

  Where had those come from?

  Her eyes darted to Nathan. Had he witnessed her getting all hot and bothered over some stranger?

  No.

  Any lustful feelings evaporated as she stared down at him. She took one of his hands in both of hers. “I’m going to help you,” she promised him. “I’m going to help us both.”

  • • •

  “Miss Vyntra?” Melanie turned. A young woman with wavy, brown hair and studious blue eyes stood before her. She was a good few inches shorter than Melanie and wore black pants and a black blazer that emphasized her curves. She thrust out her hand and smiled. “I’m Juliet Arden. I’m here to talk about your brother. Shall we?” She motioned for them to start walking down the boardwalk.

  Melanie tightened her father’s worn windbreaker against her as the ocean breeze kicked up. She’d picked the boardwalk near the pier for a reason. One, it was away from her home, and two, it was public. Although, in the month of March, the beach wasn’t exactly bustling with tourists. Still, she could never be too careful. After all, she’d expected the man she’d talked to on the phone to be here meeting her today. Not some woman.