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Order ebook: Kindle Nook. Sarafina Connell is having the worst week of her life. It takes an even darker turn when an infamous playboy kidnaps her and reveals a world she never knew existed…. They could use a woman like her—a witch with an untapped gift for creating fire. Rescued from her captors, Sarafina is introduced to a coven that is duty-bound to fight the forces of darkness.

She just never figured it would be while she was still breathing. But here she was—broke, dumped, and grief-stricken. It came to a rest on the polished poplar top, followed by many more released by those around her. They match your hair, buttercup. Sarafina had scraped together every last cent for that shiny coffin.

The funeral had almost beggared her. However, her foster mother had deserved the best. The only problem was that now Sarafina had ninety five dollars left in her bank account and rent had been due last week. It was like all the tears were caught up inside her, stoppered tight. It would be good if she could. It would relieve this awful pressure in her chest. Reverend Evans droned on, but Sarafina hardly heard him.

They clasped her hands after the funeral was over, squeezed her shoulder and offered condolences. Her foster mother had had lots of friends. As it was, she was headed back to Chicago right after the funeral. Back home. Still in a daze, she turned away from the grave and came face to face with Nick. Stay the night and head out in the morning. You can crash at my place.

She and Nick had been sweethearts during high school. Although that fire had long since flickered out and faded to friendship, Sarafina had lost her virginity to Nick. Robin, another friend from childhood, came to stand near Nick.

Those other people were why she wanted to leave so badly. Like, now. In Bowling Green there were whispers wherever she went. Even fifteen years after it had happened, people still recognized her. High school had been hell.

She leaned forward and hugged Nick, then Robin. I need to stay busy, get my mind on something else. The grief, I mean. Sarafina only came back here when she absolutely had to. Robin patted her back. Sarafina nodded. God, she wished she could cry. Spending time here now, just breathing the air, it made her feel suffocated. It was a relief not to have to watch the leaves wilt anymore. Robin hugged her again, making Sarafina let out a small sob.

Sarafina shook her head and held onto her friend for another long moment. Sarafina turned and walked away, toward her rusty Honda Accord. She might be penniless and on the verge of bankruptcy, she might have no family left, and she might be newly dumped, but at least she had good friends.

There was always a spot of light in the dark if you looked for it. The last place on Earth she wanted to get stranded was Bowling Green, Kentucky. Holding her breath, she guided the car away from the curb and out of the cemetery. It was a pretty drive from here to Louisville, full of hills, gorgeous exposed rock walls and green trees. Where no one knew her on sight. No one knew her bizarre family history. As she drove, a swell of memory assaulted her. Images her brain were able to suppress in Chicago reared their nasty heads here, so near her childhood home.

In her mind a memory of her mother flickered. The middle-aged redhead stood on the lawn of their home brandishing a grilling fork, insane words pouring from her lips. Flames licked and the scent of burning…. Sarafina lunged for the radio and found a good station that played loud, hard rock music. She opened the window of her car and threw herself into the song, singing the lyrics out loud. Instead, she thought of Grosset, her Pomeranian. Sarafina smiled. She had friends, a job, and, most importantly, she had the love of a good dog.

Then there was that guy who kept asking her for a date. His name was Brian. No… Bradley. Cute, too. He was a UPS guy, came into the office every afternoon and sought her out specifically to sign for the deliveries. What was it about UPS guys? He flirted with her every day, cajoling her to go to dinner with him. It was flattering. She rolled into the northern Chicago suburb in the early evening and parked in front of the beautiful eighteenth century home where her apartment was located.

It was only a few blocks from her office downtown, though she always took the EL in to avoid parking problems. Stopping the car at the curb, she turned off the engine and stared up at the beautiful, huge windows. Sarafina loved this place. The neighborhood was quiet and older, the street lined with stately old trees.

Hopefully her landlord would give her an extension on the rent. Most likely he would. Your boyfriend came and picked him up? She stared at the closed door for a moment, anxiety making her stomach muscles tighten. Then she stalked up the stairs to her apartment, her mind whirling about she would say to him. Now that he was gone, she wanted him to stay that way. Her apartment door squeaked open and she started down the hallway, hearing someone cough in the living room.

She stopped short and her keys clattered to the floor. Shock held her immobile as she stared at Stefan Faucheux standing in her living room…holding her dog. Her mind stuttered. Everyone knew who he was. He was everything they loved—handsome, interesting, intelligent and monied.

Foul play had been suspected and investigations undergone. All the entertainment shows had been atwitter with the mystery. Mostly he has been in Costa Rica surfing.

If you had enough money, Sarafina guessed you could do that, just disappear without a trace. Most people thought it had simply been a publicity stunt. Maybe they were right. Stefan seemed to like attention.

Stefan inclined his head. Women normally just swoon right at his feet, boyfriend or not, making our job so much easier. I just wish your initiation could have been nicer. That was a threat. Stefan Faucheux had just threatened her in her own living room, and he was holding her dog!

Sarafina opened her mouth to scream and someone grabbed her from behind, a big meaty hand clamping down hard over her lips.


Witch Fury - By Anya Bast

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