It’s December, two years since I returned to Moonshadow Bay, and I’m about to marry Killian on the Winter Solstice. In the past two years, I've fought ghosts and urban legends, and each time I’ve come out triumphant, if scarred. Now, with the curse on the women of my family lifted, I can look forward to a long life doing what I love most, with the people I love best. And our work at Conjure Ink has been thankfully quiet as I adapt to my new disability.

But a new threat arises to threaten not only the town, but the region.

The Covenant of Chaos has been growing in strength, and their new leader—Mills McFarland—moves  to town. The Court Magika charges the Crystal Cauldon with invoking a protector for Moonshadow Bay. But we find ourselves facing yet another problem that could prove deadly when one of our members falls under Mills’s spell. Now we must not only find a way to protect the town, but to rescue our friend and coven-mate from the Covenant of Chaos, all in the weeks leading up to my wedding!

Includes the novella WEB OF DANGER!

KEYWORDS/TROPES: Paranormal, Witches, Faerie, Fae, Fairy, Weres, Shapeshifters, Romance, Paranormal Women’s Fiction, Badass heroine, kickass women, action and adventure, Ghost hunting, cats, ghosts, urban legends, shadow people, Shadow towns, wolf shifters, cat shifters, elemental magic, shapeshifter romance, mystery, strong women, kickass heroine, steamy, Pacific North West, woods, fae creatures, divorce, life change, new life, hometown, hauntings, dark creatures, amazing friendships, family secrets, spells, challenging foes, magical creatures, mythology.

Heat Level: Extra-spicy/Explicit

 

Excerpt:

Chapter 1

I couldn’t believe my eyes. I turned to one side, then to the other, shaking my head. I’d never felt so beautiful in my life as I did now.

“Do you like it?” Mandy asked. She had a cat-who-ate-the-canary look on her face.

“Like it? I love it. If I didn’t love Killian so damned much, I’d marry the dress,” I said.

Mandy was head of the local Renaissance Faire Society, and she was also a brilliant seamstress. I’d been at my wit’s end, trying to find the right wedding dress, when my grandmother, Rowan, suggested that I ask Mandy if she could make me something.

With less than a month to go, Mandy had done the impossible. She had created a dress that I never dreamed I could find. And today was the last fitting. Tears in my eyes—joyful ones—I stared at my reflection.

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The dress wasn’t a ren-faire dress, but Mandy’s sewing skills had birthed the perfect dress. It wasn’t what I had thought I’d want, let alone love, but it met every box on the list.

With a sweetheart neckline, the strapless corset bodice fitted snugly to my waist, then flared out in pleated panels. The court train was modest—trailing about eighteen inches behind me. The dress kissed the floor with an extra inch to spare in the front.

The design was deceptively simple, but what gave it the power punch was the rich black velvet of the gown. The bodice laced up the back, and the front was dappled with white lace appliques of flowers and vines that extended in several places down the front of the skirt. The decorative design covered the left side of the dress and then circled the lower third of the skirt and train around the back in a semi-circle.

Mandy carried over the velvet capelet to match. We wanted to have the wedding outdoors if it was clear enough. But clear or not, I didn’t want to freeze my ass off standing in the snow. The capelet extended to my elbows, and I’d be wearing black opera-length fingerless gloves beaded with tiny white seed pearls. I wasn’t going to wear a veil—I didn’t like the meaning of it, for one thing, but I’d be wearing a wreath of red roses, ferns, and baby’s breath to match my bouquet. A little retro? Yes, but I loved the pairing, and that was all that mattered.

“You’ve outdone yourself. Everything fits like…well, like it was made for me. Both the dress and the capelet.” I held my hand against the material and the white gold of my engagement ring shimmered. The black velvet set off the glacial blue of the center diamond. “It’s perfect.”

“I’m so glad you like it. Everything feels comfortable?”

I nodded. “Yes. Made to order! I’m so relieved that I’m not getting married in a murder-dress.” I hadn’t realized how much the prospect had been weighing on my mind. The vintage dress I had bought in July was lovely, but the original bride had been murdered in it and her ghost had come with the dress. I had solved her murder and freed her spirit, but after I realized that the dress had been through a tragic crime, wearing it to my wedding seemed to be asking for trouble.

“If there’s nothing else, let’s get you undressed and I’ll have my assistant pack it up for you.” She removed the capelet and then unzipped the back—I’d asked her to skip all the tiny buttons and lacing and install a hidden zipper instead. While it didn’t seem as romantic, it made the dress much easier to slip on, and I wanted to be able to wear the gown again to some formal occasions, like the balls given by the Royal Order of the Wand and Sword.

I reluctantly stepped out of the dress and began to change into my street clothes as she handed the dress off to her assistant. I zipped up my knee-length circle skirt and pulled on my V-neck sweater, then sat down to put on my knee-high leather boots. When I was dressed, I came out of the changing room that was one of the bedrooms in Mandy’s house, and crossed to her desk. The dress was hanging on a rack, covered in a waterproof zipped bag that would protect it from water damage, cat fur, and almost anything else I could imagine.

I sat on the opposite side of her desk and pulled out my wallet. “I’m ready to settle up.” I’d paid half in advance, and was paying the balance today. As she took my card and ran it through her app on her phone, I glanced over in the corner. There, staring at Mandy with a loving expression, was an older woman. I caught the ghost’s eye and smiled. She gasped and hurried over to me. It was then that I noticed the resemblance between Mandy and the woman.

Please, would you tell my granddaughter that I love her? And that her mother’s sorry—so sorry about what she did?

I hesitated. I had no clue what Mandy would think if I relayed the message. If I began talking to the air, Mandy would know that either someone was around or she’d think I was nuts. But she gave me the perfect opening.

“I’m sorry about your grandmother. I heard about the plane crash and didn’t realize she was on board until last week when a friend told me.” Mandy handed me the final invoice marked “Paid.”

“Thank you. It was a shock. Nonnie was on her way to visit me.” I paused, then said, “Do you get to see your grandparents much?” I tucked the invoice in my purse.

“One of my grandmas—the one who’s still alive—lives in Texas. I haven’t seen her for a while. We aren’t that close. My other grandma died last year. She raised me after my mother killed herself.” Mandy worried her lip, her voice husky. “I miss her so much. She took care of me. She was the one who taught me how to sew.”

It was always hard to know whether to tell someone about a ghost, but I glanced over at Grandma Ghost and she gave me a gentle nod as she walked up behind Mandy and placed her hands on Mandy’s shoulders.

“I feel her with me a lot,” Mandy said. “Like…right now I’d swear she’s nearby. I know that sounds silly. Maybe it’s just that I miss her so much.” She reached for a tissue and blew her nose.

“Actually, it doesn’t sound silly at all. I’m witchblood and I specialize in ghosts, you might say. Your grandmother is standing right behind you and she asked me to give you a message.” I waited. If she said she didn’t want to hear it, I wouldn’t press the message.

Mandy froze, staring at me. “You can see her? You can talk to her?”

“I can.” Turning to the ghost, I asked, “What’s your name?”

Lanora. Tell her that I’m always happy when I see her wearing the pearls I left her.

“Mandy, your grandmother’s name is Lanora, right? She wants you to know that she’s always happy to see you wearing the pearls she left you.” I knew I was spot-on when Mandy’s hesitation broadened into a huge smile.

“That’s Nan! I always feel her near me when I wear those pearls. Can you ask her some questions for me?” She sounded so hopeful, I couldn’t say no.

“What would you like to know?”

“Does she…has she found my mother? I never knew why she killed herself and I’ve always thought it was because of me.”

The pain in her voice hit me right between the eyes. Along with the chronic migraines I had developed thanks to a condition called energy reflux syndrome—ERS—my empathic skills had increased and it made it problematic to be around people who were highly upset. Their pain could trigger a migraine.

Energy reflux syndrome only afflicted certain members of the witchblood, and I was unlucky enough to be one of them. Given I had mostly been prevented from using or learning about my magic when I was younger, the energy had backed up and bingo, overloaded my magical circuits—so to speak—and they went haywire. That led to me developing ERS. There was no cure, though I could manage it. But it had changed my life in too many ways.

I turned to the ghost. “Have you talked to her mother? Mandy really needs to know why her mother left her.”

“Abandoned,” Mandy said, but I chose to ignore it.

After a moment, Nan’s voice came through loud and clear. Yes, I’ve talked to Beverly. She was a very troubled woman, and there are circumstances surrounding Mandy’s birth that Mandy doesn’t know about. I’d rather she not know about it.

“All right, I agree. Tell me.”

Her mother was viciously attacked one night by a group of men, and one of them ended up impregnating her. The cops never did find out the names of those who assaulted her, but there were at least five men and they took turns. When she didn’t come home on time, I was worried so I went out looking for her. I couldn’t raise her on her cell phone. She had been at a friend’s house and when she headed home, that’s when the men caught her.

I flinched, bracing myself. The story had gone very dark, very quickly.

I found her bike, and I called the police. They raised a search party and a pair of search-and-rescue volunteers discovered her in a nearby park, left beneath some bushes. She was severely injured. At the hospital they gave her the morning-after pill, but it didn’t work. Beverly didn’t know she was pregnant until she was too far along for an abortion. She thought she was gaining weight because she was eating a lot, and she didn’t have many other symptoms.

I was trying to figure out a way to ask her questions without Mandy overhearing. “Weren’t there other signs?”

You mean, what about her period? Beverly had never had a regular cycle, and she thought that the trauma had stopped it. She was eighteen. By the time she figured out something was going on and I took her in, it was too late. So she had to have the child and she refused to give her up for adoption. She thought she could manage motherhood, but it wasn’t long before Mandy proved to be too much. Every time Beverly looked at her, the child was a reminder of the assault. It was too much. She spiraled into drug and alcohol abuse. I took care of Mandy from the time she was a little girl and I always knew I’d end up raising her.

I sighed. The tragedy of the story overwhelmed me and I rubbed my temples. “What would you like me to tell your granddaughter?” I asked, hoping for something that I could relay that wouldn’t leave Mandy shouldering a buttload of guilt.

Nan thought for a moment, then said, Tell her that her mother loved her as best she could. That she was haunted by too many demons and it wasn’t her fault and it wasn’t Mandy’s fault. Tell her that Beverly thought she was doing the best thing for Mandy by removing herself from the picture. She was a very sick young woman and we tried everything we could to help her. There are some tragedies that you don’t come back from.

That would be enough, I thought. It would at least give Mandy the knowledge that she hadn’t driven her mother to suicide. Although, in an inadvertent way, she had. Her very presence had. But it sounded like Beverly had been broken so deeply by those men that there was nothing that would have prevented her suicide.

I turned to Mandy and explained the best as I could. “Your mother was very ill, mentally. She had PTSD, and she couldn’t face her future—and she didn’t want to ruin your future. So she took her own life. But your mother loved you, and she knew how much your grandmother loved you. She trusted your grandmother to watch over you. And your grandma did the best she could under the circumstances. That’s all I can tell you.” I never used to lie to clients, but now the energy was too much for me. So I fibbed. “Your grandmother’s vanished for now, but she’ll be around, watching over you.”

After a moment, Mandy smiled. She looked as though a weight had lifted off her shoulders. “Thank you. I needed to hear all of that. As long as I didn’t cause my mother’s suicide, as long as I know that she loved me it’s okay. Sometimes people do what they have to do and nothing in the world can help. I’m glad my grandma is around, though, and maybe I can learn to sense her presence. I tend to feel her. When I smell lavender perfume, I think she’s near.”

I could smell it too. “I think the lavender perfume is a sign she’s around. Now, I should take my wedding dress and go. Thank you so much for the wonderful job.”

“Wear it in good health, and with joy.” She saw me to the door.

As I stepped outside and headed to my car, Lanora appeared by my side.

Thank you for not destroying her hopes.

“Listen, at some point she’s going to go digging for information and she’ll encounter the whole truth. If it’s in the police records, she’ll be able to access it. Think carefully about what you try to keep from her. You might want to tell her before she discovers it on her own.” With a wave, I slid into my car, put the dress in the backseat, and eased out of the parking spot.

COLLAPSE

Playlist

I often listen to music when I write, and SOLSTICE WEB is no exception. Here’s the playlist for the book:

  • A Pale Horse Named Death: Meet the Wolf
  • The Alan Parsons Project: Breakdown; Can’t Take It with You
  • Alanis Morissette: Eight Easy Steps; You Oughta Know
  • Android Lust: Here & Now
  • Animotion: Obsession
  • AWOLNATION: Sail
  • Band of Skulls: I Know What I Am
  • Beck: Farewell Ride; Emergency Exit
  • Billy Idol: White Wedding
  • Black Angels: Vikings; Holland
  • Blondie: One Way or Another
  • Blue Oyster Cult: The Reaper
  • Broken Bells: The Ghost Inside
  • Camouflage Nights: (It Could Be) Love
  • Crazy Town: Butterfly
  • Cypress Hill: Insane in the Brain
  • David Bowie: Without You; Cat People; China Girl
  • Dead Can Dance: Yulunga; The Ubiquitous Mr. Lovegrove; Indus
  • Death Cab For Cutie: I Will Possess Your Heart
  • Devon Cole: Hey Cowboy
  • Dizzi: Dizzi Jig; Dance of the Unicorns
  • DJ Shah: Mellomaniac
  • Don Henley: Everybody Knows
  • Eastern Sun: Beautiful Being
  • Faithless: Addictive
  • FC Kahuna: Hayling
  • Fleetwood Mac: The Chain; Tusk
  • Foster The People: Pumped Up Kicks
  • Garbage: #1 Crush
  • Gary Numan: The Gift; I Am Screaming; Intruder; Saints and Liars
  • Halsey: Castle
  • House of Pain: Jump Around
  • Imagine Dragons: Natural
  • Julian Cope: Charlotte Anne
  • Kevin Morby: Beautiful Strangers
  • Lady Gaga: 911; Paparazzi
  • Lorde: Royals; Yellow Flicker Beat
  • Low: Witches; Plastic Cup; Half-Light
  • Marconi Union: First Light; Alone Together; Flying; Always Numb; Time Lapse; On Reflection; Broken Colours; Weightless; We Travel
  • Mark Lanegan: The Gravedigger’s Song; Riot in My House; Wedding Dress
  • Masked Wolf: Astronaut in the Ocean
  • Matt Corby: Breathe
  • Meditative Mind: Hang Drum + Tabla Music for Yoga; Hang Drum + Water Drums—Positive Energy Music for Yoga
  • Miracle of Sound: London Town; Valhalla Calling
  • Motherdrum: Big Stomp
  • Nik Ammar: Hollywood
  • Oingo Boingo: Gratitude; Nothing Bad Ever Happens to Me
  • Pati Yang: All That Is Thirst
  • Peter Gundry: The Forest Queen; Autumn’s Child; Heart of the Forest; Lady of the Dawn
  • Rachel Sage: Among All of God’s Creatures
  • Robert Palmer: Simply Irresistible
  • Robin Schulz: Sugar
  • Rue du Soleil: We Can Fly; Le Francaise; Wake Up Brother; Blues Du Soleil
  • Seth Glier: The Next Right Thing
  • Shriekback: Underwater Boys; And the Rain; The King in the Tree; Agony Box; This Big Hush; All About Nothing
  • Snow Patrol: The Lightning Strike
  • Vincent: Pay Your Way in Pain; Down and Out Downtown; Los Ageless
  • Suzanne Vega: If You Were in My Movie; Solitude Standing
  • Tamaryn: While You’re Sleeping, I’m Dreaming; Violet’s in a Pool
  • Toadies: Possum Kingdom
  • Tom Petty: Mary Jane’s Last Dance
  • Trills: Speak Loud
  • The Verve: Bitter Sweet Symphony
  • Voxhaul Broadcast: You Are the Wilderness
  • Wendy Rule: Let the Wind Blow
  • Zayde Wølf: Gladiator
  • Zero 7: In the Waiting Line
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