“So you’re his Fated Mate? What does that mean?” Kat asked as she watched the kids running around the open park land of the Mother Ship’s common area. Because of the season, the intensity of the green sun at the center of the Mother Ship had been lowered enough to permit snow to fall and the result was magical.
Everywhere kids were laughing and playing, making snowmen and throwing snowballs. In the center of it all, covered in the densest blanket of snow and undisturbed, was the Sacred Grove—the temple sacred to the Goddess. A few of the priestesses could be seen peering out from the snow-covered branches of their grove and smiling as they watched the kid’s antics.
Sarah, who had been born and raised in Florida, was amazed by the gorgeous sight. She’d often wished to see snow as a child but this was her first experience with it. It made everything seem perfect and right and indescribably beautiful.
“Well basically it means we’ll live to a ripe old age and then die at the exact same time,” she said, trying to draw her mind back from the snow to answer Kat’s question. She wasn’t about to go into the fact that Sazar could also drink from the more sensitive parts of her anatomy and give her multiple orgasms by doing so. That was a little too embarrassing to share, even with her good friends.
“That’s wonderful! Sazar must be so happy he doesn’t have to worry about losing you the way he lost his first wife,” Sophie said softly.
“We haven’t talked about it much but yes—I think he’s really relieved.”
Sarah smiled as she watched her new mate sip hot cocoa and talk with Commander Sylvan and a few other Kindred warriors who were gathered by one of the many picnic tables set up around the perimeter of the common area.
“Right now we’re just getting used to being mated and being a family,” she added as Tsandor threw a snowball and ran away laughing when Shad threw one back at him. “But I have to tell you—I’ve never been so happy. Not since I was a kid myself.”
“It shows.” Liv smiled at her. “You’re positively glowing.”
“And what’s that on your finger, doll?” Kat raised an eyebrow at her, looking at Sarah’s hand.
“Oh…” Sarah blushed and laughed, looking down at the pear cut diamond solitaire on the ring finger of her left hand. “Sazar gave me that last night after we tucked Tsandor in bed. Kind of as a Christmas present slash engagement gift. He said that the other warriors told him Earth women liked them and he wanted me to be happy.”
“I’m guessing that’s not the only present he gave you, hmm?” Kat laughed and nudged Sarah in the ribs. “You don’t have to tell us—we know how it is when you’re newly bonded.”
“Oh, well…” Sarah felt like her whole face must be red but just then Liv put her fingers to her temples.
“Oh dear! Baird just bespoke me—they want us to gather up the kids to start bobbing for tam-tams.”
“They want to what?” Sarah asked, frowning.
“Oh, one of those weird Kindred Winter Solstice traditions we told you about,” Sophie said. “They have this big tub of greenish-blue slime and they float little toys and prizes called tam-tams in it.”
“You have to put your hands behind your back and try to grab one of the prizes with your teeth,” Kat continued the story.
“But the slime is semi-sentient which means it thinks the toys are food—so it tries to keep the tam-tams away from you,” Liv finished.
“It’s kind of like bobbing for apples if the water in the tub was sticky and gooey and alive and kept trying to grab the apples away from you.” Kat shuddered. “We hate it—the slime gets everywhere.”
“But the kids love it,” Sophie said with a sigh. “And since we make our guys put up with all of our Christmas traditions, we really can’t complain about theirs.”
“I can complain,” Kat exclaimed. “You know how long I kept finding little pieces of live slime on my triplets' clothes and in their pockets last year? War and Peace were determined to keep some of it for pets and the little bits of it were creeping all over—it was like having a house full of living blue-green boogers! Ugh!”
Sarah couldn’t help herself—she burst out laughing helplessly.
“I’m sorry,” she finally managed to say when she got herself under control. “But Kindred brides have…have the strangest problems.”
“You’re one yourself now, doll,” Kat pointed out, grinning. “We’ll see how hard you’re laughing when Tsandor brings home a wriggling handful of blue-green ooze and wants to name it ‘wormy.’”
“Come on,” Liv said, hooking her arm through Sarah’s and nodding at Kat and Sophie. “Let’s show Sarah what she got herself into.”
Laughing, the four women made their way through the Christmas snow to gather up their kids. As they went, Sarah sent a silent prayer of thanks to the Goddess. She had a man she loved, a little boy she adored, and a home she was safe and sheltered in.
Life was good and she felt overwhelmingly blessed. This was the happiest Christmas she could ever remember.
The End?
Of course not! There are always more Kindred books coming. I’m hoping to dive back into the main series and write Brides of the Kindred 21 in 2018 and I also still have lots of ideas for other Kindred Tales as well. Plus I want to write Alien Mate Index 5 and Cougarville 4 and the Goddess only knows what else.
In the meantime, I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
Hugs to you all,
Evangeline
Christmas 2017
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Hugs, Evangeline
PS—Do you remember a book I wrote called The Sacrifice? It was later picked up by a publisher who renamed it Sovereign’s Choice. Then, when that publisher (who shall remain nameless) suddenly stopped paying me royalties, I was able to get the book back, along with many others.
I want to let you know The Sacrifice is being re-released on November 18th as both an ebook and an audiobook. If you have already read it, there is no need to buy again but if you haven’t, give it a try. I like to say it’s kind of like a paranormal twist on the 50 Shades genre. Meaning, lots of hot, naughty BDSM plus witches and vampires. Yum!
The Audio version is being performed by the very talented Mackenzie Cartwright who also narrated my Alien Mate Index books as well as my Born to Darkness books and Deal with the Devil. She really brings The Sacrifice to life so if you’re into Audio (like I am) give it a try.
Here’s an excerpt to get you excited…
Chapter One
“So what are you wearing to the Glen tonight?” Lexy sounds thrilled, as though she can’t wait to offer herself up. Or maybe she’s excited about offering me. Since I’m finally twice eleven, (twenty-two in regular, non-witchy language,) I am finally eligible to be chosen as the Sacrifice. Not that the Sovereign would pick me, but still, it’s a coming of age rite.
“I don’t know…” I sigh and lean against the counter displaying some of our most potent magical herbs. The dry, fragrant scent of them fills the air around us, so much that sometimes I think I smell it in my sleep. This shop, The Witch’s Brew, has been in our family for generations and I’m the general manager. Not because I want to be but because I really don’t have much of a choice.
“Come on, Emma—you must have something picked out. You’re twice eleven now.” Lexy swishes her long auburn hair over one shoulder, still sounding excited.
“I don’t see why I have to come at all, let alone get all dressed up,” I grumble. “It’s not like I’ll ever get chosen.” Not that I want to be chosen of course—no one does. Being the Bloodlust Sacrifice for the Sovereign of the Tampa Bay supernatural community is considered a deep honor—but it’s also a hassle and a pain in the neck. And I do mean that literally—the Sovereign is a vampire.
“You don’t know that—you might be chosen.” But Lexy sounds doubtful. “I mean, you’re a member of an ancient family with a powerful magical lineage,” she continues, obviously trying to be upbeat. “Your mom was the head of the coven until—”
“Please, don’t.” I hold up a hand to stop her.
“Sorry.” Lexy looks contrite. She knows I don’t like discussing my long deceased mother. She died in a house fire when I was only eight but the memories are painful and I still miss her every day. “Anyway,” Lexy goes on, “I’m just trying to say you do have a chance.”
“Right,” I snort disdainfully. “Lexy, I have no chance—I’m a dud.”
Lexy puts one perfectly manicured hand on her slender hip. “Don’t call yourself that, Emma!”
“Why not? It’s the truth.” A “dud” is a person from a magical family with no magic of their own. That description fits me to a T. After my mother’s untimely death, I went to live with my aunt and cousins, of which Lexy is my favorite. We were all about the same age and as we grew, my cousins all began to exhibit signs of magical skill. Me, I exhibited nothing. Nada. Zip. Zero. Zilch. Then when puberty hit us all, one by one, their powers grew. The onset of menarche is a powerful time for a witch. A time when her hair and eyes take their true and lasting shade and she comes into her own magically and physically.
All of my cousins came through puberty beautifully. Lexy, Trissa, and Delilah each have flaming red hair and brilliant green eyes. They’re all tall and slender and gorgeous—every supernatural creature with a penis within a hundred mile radius is attracted to their beauty and magic. A fact that Lexy and her sisters take full advantage of. In fact, Delilah, the most delectable of the three, even specializes in sex magic. Making love with a lot of different men isn’t looked down upon in the witch’s matrilineal society—it’s more like a status symbol. Lexy and Trissa are a bit more sedate but not much—they always have a date and often more than one lined up for Friday night.
And then there’s me.
Puberty had not been kind to Emma Krist. It doesn’t seem to matter how ancient my lineage or how powerful my mother was, the whole legacy just passed me by. I’ve been left with mousy brown hair, muddy hazel eyes, and debilitating menstrual cramps every time my period rolls around. Not to mention that I never got the tall, slender figures my cousins inherited. Instead, I’m short and curvy—way too curvy, unfortunately, with big boobs and even bigger hips. Add that to my lack of magic and the males of the supernatural community aren’t exactly beating down my door. Or any other males either, for that matter.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Lexy says, frowning. “You’re beautiful, Emma and you’ll come into your power eventually. I know you will.”
“Yeah, right,” I mumble. “And until then, I’ll just keep minding the shop while the rest of you actually practice the craft.”
“You don’t have to stay here, you know,” she points out. “You could get a job in the human world if you wanted to.”
I’m planning on doing just that, actually. I’m getting a degree in herbology and botany, taking classes at night whenever I can. But I’ve still got a few years to go before I graduate so in the meantime, the family shop is my best option. Besides, somebody has to run it and it would be a waste to have a practicing witch tending the shop when she could be out practicing the craft.
“I’ll be fine,” I say, wanting to change the subject. “Anyway, what are you wearing?”
“A sexy sheer little something I picked up at the last festival.” Lexy gives me a coquettish smile. “Guaranteed to get Alex’s attention and keep it.” Alex is the alpha wolf she’s been flirting with for the past few months. She’ll probably get him during the sacrifice ceremony but knowing Lexy, once she has what she wants, she’ll lose interest and move on to the next interesting male. “So what are you wearing?” Lexy demands, returning to her original question. “Something sexy I hope.”
Actually, I plan on wearing a nice long black skirt and a long sleeved silk shirt to go with it. Not very sexy and not very cool, considering the Florida heat, but black is slenderizing and the long skirt and sleeves will cover a multitude of sins. I can’t tell Lexy that, of course—she’ll have a fit. So I just shrug vaguely. “I’ve got something picked out at home—it’s no big deal.”
“Of course it’s a big deal—it’s your twice eleven!”
“I don’t know why you’re so excited,” I grouse. “It’s bound to be the same as always. The Sovereign will chose one of the fairy princesses because they’re the prettiest and sexiest and their blood is the most potent. Then everyone else will pair off and the whole thing will become one long orgy.”
“Will you listen to yourself?” Lexy shakes her head in exasperation. “I’m telling you, it’s going to be different this year. Don’t forget, there’s a new Sovereign ascending.”
“So?” I shrug. “He’s still going to be a vampire. What’s the difference?”
“The difference is that he’s younger—only a hundred or so and you know that’s not very old where vamps are concerned. Plus, everyone is saying he’s into some pretty kinky stuff.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Kinky how?”
“You know,” Lexy says mysteriously. “Whips and chains and bondage. Apparently he has unusual ways of taking blood and power. And he fucks like a bull.” She sighs. “I wouldn’t really want to be chosen but if I was…”
“If you were, you’d be stuck being some vamp’s sex toy for an entire year,” I point out acidly. “Not to mention his personal blood bank. Ugh.”
“It’s not so bad being bitten—if the vamp does it right.” Lexy frowns at me. “Don’t tell me you’ve never done a vamp before.”
I shake my head. “Nope, sorry. Not interested.” Actually, my closely guarded secret is that I’ve never ‘done’ anyone before. I’m a virgin—a big no-no for a witch, who is supposed to use sex to augment her power. But since I don’t have any power to augment in the first place, it’s really not a big deal. Well, except to my ego but what can I do? As I said before, the guys aren’t exactly knocking down my front door. And though I could probably hook up with a human guy for a one night stand, I don’t want to lose it like that. Somehow I can’t take sex as casually as Lexy and my other cousins—I want it to mean something. Which is stupid, I know, but I can’t help the way I feel.
“Well maybe tonight is your night,” Lexy says, interrupting my inner pity party. “I happen to know of a really hot vamp who says he likes your type.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Are you trying to set me up again?”
“Well, somebody’s got to,” Lexy huffs. “It’s for your own good, Emma. A witch needs company, you know.” Which is a nice way of saying she needs regular screwing.
“No thanks. Not this witch.” I shake my head firmly. The last time I let Lexy send me on a blind date the guy she picked up turned out to be a horny werewolf on a full moon night. I barely escaped with my virginity and my panties intact.
“Emma,” she begins but I override her.
“I’m only going tonight because I have to go,” I tell her. “If I wasn’t required by supernatural law to be there, I’d skip it and stay home to watch a Gilmore Girls marathon.”
“Oh, you…” Lexy throws up her hands. “Sometimes I don’t know what to do with you, Emma.”
“Just love me,” I said, giving her a winning smile. “And let me live my life the way I want to.”
“Never.” She declares. “If I did that, you’d go on being frumpy and lonely. I’m determined to transform you.”
“And just how do you plan to do that?” I put a hand on my hip.
“You’ll see,” Lexy trills. “I’ll be at your apartment around six thirty to pick you up.”
“But the ceremony doesn’t start until eight,” I point out.
“So? We’ll hang out. We haven’t had any good cousin time in ages.”
“Just hanging out? That’s all you’re planning?” I’m very suspicious of this—Lexy always has an ulterior motive.
Lexy gives me a wide-eyed glance that’s just a little too innocent. “Of course. And also—”
But whatever else she was going to say is interrupted when the string of chimes hung over the door tinkle a musical warning. Someone is coming into the shop. A customer—time to be professional.
“I’ll see you tonight,” I tell Lexy.
“See you tonight.” She blows me a kiss and heads toward the door.
As Lexy is leaving, the customer is coming in. They brush shoulders and Lexy stops to lift her eyebrows suggestively at me behind his back. I make a quick shooing motion and point to the door. Now isn’t the time to flirt. She giggles and leaves, the chimes tinkling a second time as she flits gracefully through the door.
I put on my best “I’m a professional witch” face and look up at the customer…and up and up. He’s tall—at least six foot five which makes my own rather diminutive five four seem even shorter. He’s also handsome—all chiseled features, dark hair and broad shoulders. He’s even got one of those little clefts in his chin and some sexy stubble to go with it. No wonder Lexy was making eyes at me behind his back. On his right hand he wears a heavy gold ring with a strangely carved black stone. Onyx, maybe? I’m not sure. But I do know there’s something about him—a muted power I can feel thrumming in the air around him. I’m sure he’s a supernatural being but I can’t place what kind, exactly.
I get a chance to study him because he’s perusing a handwritten list, staring at it fiercely as though he’d like to burn a hole in it with his eyes.
“Yes, sir?” I say at last, when he continues to just stand there, looking at the list. “Can I help you?”
“I certainly hope so,” he snaps. “That is why I came here.” He’s wearing an expensive charcoal suit with a crisp white shirt and a solid red silk tie that looks like it cost more than my car. When he looks up, his eyes are cool grey, reminding me of a winter twilight.
Rich asshole, I think, but don’t say. “All right then,” I murmur smoothly. “If you’ll just tell me what kind of spell you’re trying to work—”
“These are the herbs I need,” he interrupts me, going back to the list. “Mugwort, serpentavia root, yarrow, rosemary—”
“Wait a minute.” I hold up a hand to stop him. “Do you need them fresh or dried?”
“How should I know?” he snaps. “You’re the expert—you tell me.”
I take a deep breath, reminding myself to be professional. “It depends on what kind of spell you’re casting or what kind of potion you’re making?” I end the sentence as a question, raising my eyebrows at him, hoping he’ll fill me in.
“It’s a potion,” he says reluctantly. “I really can’t say any more than that. Look, just give them to me dried.”
“All right.” If he wants to be an asshole, I don’t care how his potion comes out. I come out from behind the counter and start hustling around the store, grabbing the herbs he named. We keep most of our merchandise up front on the various shelves so technically he could get them himself. But it’s clear Mr. Tall, Dark, and High-handed is used to being waited on so I take it upon myself to get what he’s demanding.
When I turn around, I see him watching me closely. For some reason, I feel my cheeks get hot. I’m wearing jeans and a modest crew neck T-shirt but somehow it feels like those cool grey eyes can see right through my clothes. Don’t be stupid, I tell myself uneasily. As if someone like him would look at someone like you. “Um, is there anything else?” I ask, trying not to let him see that his eyes on me disturb me.
“Hmm?” He looks at me speculatively. “Oh, yes—I also need adder’s tongue, cinnamon, cedar—”
“Hang on.” I go and get the things he’s naming, collecting them easily—all except the adder’s tongue. We don’t get much call for that one and it’s stored on the highest shelf in the store. Feeling self conscious, I stretch up on my tip-toes, trying to reach it. I can brush the red tin it’s stored in with my fingertips but I can’t quite—
All at once I realize he’s right behind me. “Allow me,” he murmurs. I can feel the heat of his big body along my spine as he reaches over my head and easily plucks the red tin of adder’s tongue from the top shelf. He isn’t actually touching me, but he’s not far from it, either.
I turn quickly to find my face just inches from his broad chest. When I look up, I’m confronted with those cool gray eyes again. He’s studying me as though I’m some kind of a bug he wants to know more about. I can feel his power, throbbing like a beating heart between us. Whatever he is, he’s one dominant son of a bitch, that’s for damn sure.
“Oh!” I try to take a step back but the shelf is in the way. I only succeed in making the various jars and tins of dried and fresh herbs jangle against each other.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, but he makes no move to back up and give me more space. “I didn’t mean to frighten you—I was only trying to help.”
“You didn’t frighten me,” I lie, lifting my chin. He might be a hot, powerful supernatural whatever he is (I still don’t know his species) but I’ll be damned if I let him intimidate me in my own shop. For a moment we lock eyes. Mine widen and his narrow—it’s strangely intimate and also disconcerting. Who is he?
Finally, I manage to look away and sidle away from him, putting some space between us. “What else do you want?” My words come out sounding rude—almost belligerent—but being this close to a male, especially such a large, dominant alpha male, isn’t something I’m used to.
He clears his throat and consults the list again. “Cedar, ginseng, and rue. And that should do it.”
I shake my head. “No, not that last one. You don’t want rue.”
“Excuse me?” He gives me a displeased frown. “You don’t even know what kind of potion I’m concocting.”
“Yes, I do,” I say, feeling calmer now that I’m out of his general proximity. I go back behind the counter, cementing my authority here as the witch in charge. “You’re making a divination serum,” I tell him. “Probably to help you find your true love.”
“What?” For the first time he looks genuinely angry. Not just pissed or snappish but really irate. “Who told you that?” he demands, striding toward me. He has long legs so it only takes two steps to put him right in my face. I’m glad we have the counter between us, not that he couldn’t just step over it, as tall as he is.
“No one told me,” I snap right back. “It’s obvious. Look—you’ve got mugwort, that’s good for clairvoyance. Serpentavia root and adder’s tongue for divination. Rosemary and cedar for purification and love. Cinnamon for lust and ginseng for, uh, sexual potency.” I clear my throat, feeling my cheeks get red at the intent way he is studying me.
“And?” he demands.
“And so you don’t want rue,” I say, nodding to the shelf where the herb is kept. “Rue is for exorcisms and hexes. Adding it to a true love divination serum would ruin the whole thing. I mean, you want to find the girl…or guy, right?” (Hey, what do I know about his sexual orientation? I can’t even tell what kind of supe he is.)
His face darkens. “It’s a female I am searching for, I can assure you of that.”
“Okay, sorry.” I hold up my hands in a “don’t shoot” gesture. “But anyway, you want to find her and bind her to you, not hex her. Rue would ruin a perfectly good serum.”
“And you’re sure of this, how?” He leans over me, looking into my eyes, obviously trying to intimidate me.
I lift my chin and frown at him. “Besides getting a degree in herbology and horticulture? An entire lifetime spent in this shop, learning the properties of every known herb at my mother and aunt’s knee. Believe me Mr…”
“James,” he says, drawing back and extending his hand. “Aiden James.”
“Believe me, Mr. James,” I said, ignoring his offered hand. “If a witch of my lineage tells you not to put rue in your love potion, you’d better pay attention.”
“It’s not a love potion,” he says, frowning at me. “None of this is about love. I just need to find the right one.”
“The right one for what?” I demand.
“None of your business, nosey little witch.” He glares at me frostily. “You don’t need to know.”
That’s technically true but I don’t like being insulted in my own store. Well, my family’s store but it feels like mine since I run it. “That’s it.” I point to the door. “You can leave now if you want to be rude.”
“Is that so?” He leans forward again and bares white, even teeth. To my surprise, I see two long, curving fangs where a normal male’s canine teeth would be. Holy crap—he’s a vampire! I’m stunned and more than a little afraid—I’ve never seen one who could hide it so well. He’s scary as shit but still, I endeavor to hold my ground.
“Yes,” I say, hoping my voice isn’t shaking too much. “That’s so.”
“Are you threatening to kick me out of your store?” he demands.
“If I have to.” I may not be a powerful vampire or even a practicing witch but we do have some pretty effective “leave me alone” type spells already made up in aerosol cans like magical mace. They come in handy for a lot of witches who, as I said before, like to sleep around. Sometimes a guy gets clingy and you need an out. Of course, I have no idea if they would work on a vamp but it looks like I’m about to find out. Slowly, surreptitiously, I reach under the counter for an aerosol can full of the distilled warding spell.
Aiden James still looks furious. “You should learn to treat your customers with more respect,” he growls in a soft, menacing voice. “Were you mine, you’d be severely punished for such a display.”
“Well I’m not yours,” I point out, my hand tightening on the smooth cylinder of magical mace.
“A great pity,” he snaps. “There’s nothing I’d enjoy more than teaching you a lesson, little witch. You’re badly in need of some discipline.”
I can’t believe him. What kind of caveman is he, anyway?
“Right,” I say. “Well I’m afraid you’ll just have to forgo that particular pleasure. And I’ll treat you with more respect when you start treating me with more respect. This is my place of business—don’t come in here and insult my intelligence.” I may not like running this stupid shop but I know my stuff cold and I’ll be damned if I let him say otherwise.
To my surprise, Aiden James suddenly stops looking scary and vampiric and nods a little stiffly. He takes a deep breath and his next words genuinely surprise me. “Very well, I will admit that it was rude of me to disparage your knowledge.”
“Thank you,” I say, nodding.
“I can see you know what you’re talking about. You’ve saved me from a very costly error, Ms…”
“Emma,” I say grudgingly. “Emma Krist.” I wonder how he can be out in the daylight. The gold and onyx ring on his right hand catches my eye, must be magic—heavy duty magic too, to pull off something like this. A vampire with access to high-level sorcery—great. My little bottle of magical mace would probably bother him as much as a gnat bothers an elephant. Slowly I release my grip on it and place both hands on the counter.
“Very well, Ms. Krist, you’ve earned my respect.” He looks at me speculatively. “And my interest. Forgive me for being rude, I’m very preoccupied just now.” He puts out his hand again in a conciliatory gesture. “We are well met on this Sacrifice Eve.”
I don’t really want to shake his hand but I don’t see that I have much choice. Reluctantly, I hold out my own hand. “Well met, indeed,” I say, giving the ritual response. Or that’s what I start to say as his hand closes over mine.
But as his much larger hand engulfs my own, I feel a strange tingle that runs down my arm and gives me a most uncomfortable jolt. My heart starts to hammer and I jerk my hand away from him. What the hell…?
Aiden James must have felt it as well because he looks from his hand to my face and back again, as if trying to figure out what just happened. Well if he finds out, I wish he’d let me know. I’ve never felt such power from anyone before, not even my Aunt Cassandra and she’s a senior witch and the mistress of our coven.
The vampire studies me, his grey eyes narrowed. “You know,” he says at last. “I think I’ve changed my mind.”
“About…about what?” I ask, wishing my voice didn’t sound quite so breathless.
“About this…all this.” He waves one hand negligently at the packets of dried herbs strewn over the countertop. “I don’t think I need to make this potion after all.”
“You don’t?” I look at him uncertainly. He was so intent on his list, so insistent about the ingredients. What changed his mind?
“No.” He shakes his head, then cocks an eyebrow at me. “I assume I’ll see you at the Sacrifice Ceremony tonight?”
“Of…of course,” I stutter, feeling stupid. My hand is still tingling from his touch—along with other parts of my body. What happened? Who is he? Then I realize what he’s asking. “Not that…I mean, I won’t probably be around afterwards,” I say quickly, feeling my cheeks heat up. “For the uh, celebration. The after party, whatever you want to call it.”
“The orgy,” he says, and there is a spark of heat far back in his gray eyes that makes me tingle all over again. “You don’t intend to participate?”
“Uh, no. Not at all.” I shake my head firmly. “I don’t…I’m not…not like most witches. Besides, I have to be back here early tomorrow.” I pat the counter, indicating my place behind it.
James looks at me speculatively. “I see.”
“So I might see you there but I won’t…I can’t…”
“I understand.” He nods, cutting me off.
Suddenly I feel stupid. It’s not like he was propositioning me. Someone who looks like him? Please—he can have anyone he wants and I’m sure once he catches sight of my lovely cousins I’ll be the last witch on his mind.
I clear my throat and try to get back to business. “Uh, so anyway. Are you sure you don’t need the herbs?”
“Quite sure.” He gives me one last long look from those cool grey eyes and nods. “Good day, Emma. I’ll see you soon.”
I seriously doubt it, I think as he heads out the door, empty handed. As I put back the herbs, I wonder again who he really is and what happened when we touched. But it seems my questions are destined to go unanswered. I’m sure if I see him at all during the after-Sacrifice celebration, he’ll be partying with some slender fairy chick or chatting up some other pretty witch or were. As for the girl he was searching for, he won’t have to look hard to find one to suit him.
I sigh softly and look at my watch. Almost time to close up anyway. I put the shop in order and try to get him out of my mind. But somehow he lingers there, Mr. Aiden James with his sharp teeth and even sharper eyes. Why can’t I stop thinking of him?
Want more? Of course you do! You can find the Sacrifice as an ebook Nov 18th and as an audiobook…
Hugs and Happy reading and listening!
Evangeline
This is the fifth Kindred Tales novel I have written and it won't be the last--I have lots of ideas for side stories set in my Brides of the Kindred universe. Each Kindred Tales novel is set in the Kindred world and has the recurring characters you've come to know and love, as well as new Alpha heroes and spirited heroines who have lots of hot sex.
However, good news! I finally have a handle on the plot of Kindred 21, Vanished, which I hope to release early in 2018. For some of you who have been asking, it's going to involve time travel and the hero is going to be Shad, Kat's little boy who is a Shadow Twin. But don't worry, you'll still get to see some of your favorite recurring characters too.
I have been teasing this forever and I am SO excited to finally write it! Look for it soon and in the meantime,
Hugs and Happy Reading!
Evangeline