Here Witchy Witchy Book One
Release Date June 16th, 2015
Blurb
Explosions,
body parts, and black magic are all part of Abby Collins’ typical day. As the
top Paranormal Investigation Bureau agent, she only gets the best cases, but
when the Cult of Ra comes to play she might in be over her head. Finding a
murderer while up against a hex, an overprotective coven, and a stubborn
werewolf reminds her that nothing in the paranormal world is easy. As the death
toll rises and a decades old crime, linked to Abby, is uncovered, disturbing
information is brought to light. Abby must unlock an ancient language steeped
in black magic to uncover the truth before the murderer comes for her.
Excerpt
I pulled up to
the library and cursed when I saw Stephanie sitting by the front door. Her long
legs crossed at the ankles and tucked at an
angle I wasn’t even sure I could manage.
“Oh man, I know that lady.” Simon
shook his head. “I’m not talking to her.”
“Yeah, me neither.” I grumbled. “I
suggest you go around the back to avoid her.”
He got out of the car and her head
shot up. Simon sighed. “I think it might be too late.”
“Nope, just outrun her, she’s on
stilettos.” I got out of the car and bent down to tie my tennis shoes. Simon
came around the car and looked at me.
“What on earth are you going to try
and do?” He raised a brow.
I laughed. “Outrun her. She can’t go
past the crime tape, which means all I have to do is get to the stairwell
without her.”
Simon grinned. “You’re crazy, witch.”
“I don’t want to end up in the
tabloids again. Trust me, the run is worth avoiding Levi on a rampage.” I stood
up and glanced at him. “Wanna see which one she goes after?”
He smirked and it tugged something
inside me. “Loser buys drinks.”
It was a game of chance and we both
knew it. I got down into a runners pose and saw Stephanie stand up. “Ready?
Set?”
“Go!” Simon shouted and we were off.
He went to the left, and I went straightforward.
Stephanie started to go towards Simon
and then saw me coming towards her. She stood her ground and I was wondering
what the charges would be if I just ran her over, but that wasn’t an option.
Nope, and the door wasn’t my goal.
She underestimated my absolute
determination to not talk to her. To her left was a window a mere leap from the
banister. I grinned and picked up my speed.
I was trained to chase after supernatural creatures, avoiding a human was easy.
I got almost right in front of her and then jumped up on the railing. Two,
three steps without slowing down and I leapt.
My heart skipped a beat as I realized
it was longer than I thought, but my feet hit the concrete with a solid thump
and I pushed my weight forward so I’d fall into the building. I could hear
Stephanie curse as I continued to run through the library and towards the
stairs. I only stopped once I was under the crime tape. I leaned against the
wall and took a few deep breaths to calm my heart.
My adrenaline was pumping and I
realized it’d been too long since I’d actually done any type of parkour to keep
myself in shape for chasing people who liked crazy escape routes. I made a
mental note to get back to it and then started down the stairs. I found Mason
standing near a metal cabinet, much like the ones I remembered from school.
From the look of it the hazmat team
had already been there. I assumed that Mason got all the evidence he needed
before they took the blood away. He had
the door open and I sighed, wondering what I was going to find in there.
I walked in and looked down at a
photograph that was gripped in a hand.
A fucking hand. In the cabinet. Not
even the whole arm. This hand had very carefully manicured fingernails, not one
was broken which told me there had been no struggle. What caught me off guard
were the two people in the picture, my father and Michele. My stomach churned
and my breath caught. Dread made my heart drop.
Luckily for me, I didn’t think Mason knew my father on sight. I had two
options here, neither one I liked.
About the Author
A.L.
Kessler is a paranormal romance, urban fantasy and steampunk author residing in
Colorado Springs. Since she was a teenager she's loved weaving stories and
spinning tales. When she's not at the beck-and-call of the Lord and Lady of the
House, two black cats by the names of Jynx and Sophie, training a playful puppy
named Zelda, playing with her daughter, or killing creepers and mining all the
things with her husband, she's either reading, participating in NaNoWriMo, or
writing in her Blog Writing Rambles.
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