Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Then my phone rang.
The kiddos were up from their naps.
13
Nine months later, I went into labor. It was in the middle of a contraction, as I was screaming at Caden because he’d done this to me, when I heard a voice in my head.
My head! What the hell?
“Summer.”
“What?” I snapped at Caden.
He frowned. “What?”
“You said my name.” I was panting. I had sweat covering every inch of my body, and I was not happy.
“No, I didn’t.”
“Summer, listen to me.”
I looked around, because who the fuck was that? “Is someone's phone on?”
“You will remember, because right now you are with child. When you give birth, the pain will unsettle your mind. The coding we did to wipe your memories of us will be broken into pieces. I’m putting this into your memories so it will smooth everything for you. No ill effects will happen to you. You will be the only one to remember, and it’s because you conceived your child here. Your child will bear a mark from this place. When you see it, you don’t need to be afraid. This place has magic in the air, and your child has that magic in her. Everywhere she goes, she will make people smile. They will feel her presence, and she will heal wounds inside of them without knowing it. She is special, and if she opens the door to this world someday, as her mother, you will be there to support her. Until then, until you bring her into this world, you will adhere to the coding Shay is putting into your mind.”
I’d gone stark still, hearing that voice in my head, and in a flash, I saw him.
Kellan.
I saw her. Shay.
I saw–ahhhhhh! The mother fucking pain. Why hadn’t I taken the epidural? Go natural my ass. Never fucking agai–aahhhhhhhhhh!
Four hours later, I was holding Circe Colton Banks.
When she opened her eyes, I remembered everything.
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I wanted to write a little something for a Christmas surprise in my reader group, so I asked some of the girls who help out in there what they’d like. They suggested quite a few, but these were the three that stuck out to me. Anti-Stepbrother and Hate To Love You both were asking to update the readers, and Kellan never really stops glowering and making threats in my head, so there you go!
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This one was for the readers in my reader group. I really appreciate everyone in there.
And Bailey. I can’t ever forget to thank my special pup. Ever. He reminds me daily to be thankful for him.
DAMIEN’S SISTER
AN EVIL HALLOWEEN SHORT
TIJAN
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(Set before A Crossover Adventure)
CHAPTER 1
“You’re Damien’s sister, right?”
Since we were juniors, and since Damien was the ‘big man’ on campus, or one of them once he joined a fraternity, this was not a shock to me. Damien was also in the most popular fraternity on campus, or so he told me. I tended to believe him because this was a weekly occurrence.
Everyone knew Damien.
What was different about this question was because I wasn’t being asked by a human.
She asked the question as we were leaving class, and I stopped in the hallway, giving her a once-over.
Yep. Not human.
Humans didn’t give me the zing she was giving me, and I sensed into her, shifting around—witch. Then, just as quick, an image flashed in my head. Her, and her coven, doing some ritual. They were dancing around a fire, half-naked. Their arms and heads raised to the sky, and smack in the middle was my half-brother. I didn’t normally have a problem with witches. If they noticed me, they avoided me. If Kellan was around me, they ran like a bat out of hell.
The problem I was having was that Damien had been pinned to a stake and he was bleeding right next to the fire.
You will leave my brother alone.
She sucked in a breath, her eyes bulging out from the invasion in her head. I could get in her head. She just couldn’t get in mine. Because of that, she was scrambling backwards literally and metaphorically.
I didn’t. I mean—he’s cute. That’s all.
I glared at her, starting to walk her back to a more private hallway. Not the right answer. I saw what you and your coven are going to do to him.
What?! I’m not in a coven.
Then there were more images. Her. Her laughing. Her friends. Them talking about college, about courses, about cute boys...about spells. Them practicing spells.
I got to the last image. A love spell.
Are you kidding me? You’re going to bleed him so he falls in love with you?
Omg! No! I’d never do that to him—
I showed her the image I saw of her, him, the fire, the naked dancing.