Welcome to another Coming Soon Sunday post. I’ve got a taste from my book which is coming soon!
In a city where nothing is unexpected, one meeting changes their lives forever.
Jillian Michaels has had some strange things happen in her life. She’s met angels and demons, fought zombies and battled Elvis’s ghost. But nothing prepares her for running into three strange men one night. She’s the only one who can see or hear them and they won’t let her out of their sight.
For 157 years, Mavik has been stuck in between due to a curse and has been looking for someone to break him out. The only problem is the witch he’s found does not want to release him from his spell. Not ready to give up, he and his companions, Casper and Brinnian, stick to Jillian like glue.
When she tries to help them, things go from bad to worse when the council over psychic and paranormal phenomena take a stance and send Mavik to another realm and her in between with Casper and Brinnian. Time is running out for Mavik and unwittingly Jillian makes a deal with a demon for his release.
With a vengeful council on their tails and love brewing between human and shifter, who knew a deal with a demon would be the least of their worries?
A man at a far back table pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and aimed it at her. Before she could figure out a way to get it out of his hands, twelve spirit workers stormed the pub. Relieved to have backup, she turned to speak to the three men. But they were gone. Well, damn it.
Clearing up the demon attack took hours. She was enlisted to help modify the way humans had seen what they thought they saw and when the final human left with a tale of a gang attacking the diner, Jillian was even more tired than she had been before. And a long way away from sleep.
“You need to explain to the council what you saw,” one of the spirit workers said with a sneer. “Why did it take you so long to contact us?”
There were many excuses she could give, but they all centered around the three men who had not given off a paranormal vibe and yet were most definitely not human. Given how much of a headache she had from her New Orleans ordeal, she was beginning to wonder if she’d made them up in her head. As such she did not want to bring them up.
The council would never let her leave Las Vegas then. Not until they were found.
“I’ll head over there now,” she said, side-stepping the question and the spirit worker. “Where’s the access point?”
Of course. Because what better front for the council of spirit workers than a chocolate shop.
About the Author:
She lives in the Pacific Northwest, though her heart belongs elsewhere. In the meantime, until she can return to the place she calls home, she happily lives in a city that still thinks it’s a small town. Thankfully, it has given her muse lots of amusing places to start a story.
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