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Gathered Magic

Gathered MagicBook Four, the final book in the current Relic Guardian series is now available 🙂

A magical portal. A new World. A price to pay.

‘Hayley Bevan, Magicai, Traveller’. Not something I thought I’d want to be, or even knew existed, but here I am, desperate to come to terms with my new found powers – and all that they have shown me.

Multiple worlds, and magic, everywhere. And all of them are in danger.

My life has changed forever. Yet, the key to my future still lies in my past, and that past is determined to see Sebastian Davenport pay for what he’s done. He’s one mistake away from destroying worlds and I have to stop him.

With Nathan and Zoe to guide me, I’ll face whatever the future holds, but can I face the prospect of losing them, or myself? That’s what it might take to defeat him. I’m not sure I’m prepared to do that – or that I can.

What should I do?

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Excerpt:

“You said at Tom’s that you could open a doorway to the same location as Davenport’s men.”

“I did,” I said, remembering Nathan’s confusion at my statement.

“Normally, the art of opening doorways is handed down from Traveller to Traveller. I learnt from my father, and he learnt from his father, and so on. My father would open doorways for me, I would step through and learn the look and feel of each location.” Nathan scratched his chin. “Travellers can’t open a doorway to a place they’ve never been shown.”

“Well, that’s ridiculous. If that were the case, how were the doorways opened in the first place? How would new worlds be discovered? Besides, the first portal I opened was to a world I’d never visited, and I opened one to Mount Kailash just using photographs of the area.”

“Hundreds of years ago, there are records of Travellers being able to open a doorway to an unknown destination, but none are known to exist now.”

“Great.” Not only was I an anomaly in the way I came to my powers, but now I was an anomaly in the way I used them, too.

“We can open random doorways without knowing where we’ll end up, but tend to avoid such acts. Who knows what sort of world we’ll end up in, or where in that world we’ll be? As a rule, we stick to creating portals to the worlds we know.”

“Do you doubt I can do it?”

Nathan shook his head. “Not at all. I’ve just never seen it.”

I looked around the cemetery to make sure that no-one was watching. The wind rustled the flowers and the chaffinch watched from the tree, but everything else was silent.

“Then you want me to show you I can.” I raised my hand, ready to call the magic of the ley lines and open the doorway to Davenport’s world, but Nathan stopped me.

“Let’s practise on a few other locations first,” he said.

“Okay, where did you have in mind?”

Nathan shot a blast of energy from his hand. A portal momentarily split the air, before disappearing. “How about there?” Nathan said.

I smiled and opened the portal again. Nathan disappeared into the doorway for a moment, then returned, and shaking his head.

He stood there for a while, a frown on his serious face. He crossed, and then uncrossed his arms. It was hard not to laugh at the clear signs of the fight he was having with himself. After a moment, he shook himself and opened another doorway. Again and again, he repeated the act: he opened and closed a doorway, I opened it again, he popped through, and came back each time with a look of bewilderment.

“It shouldn’t be possible,” he said after I’d repeated the task eight times. “Every time, the exact location.” He paced back and forth, and I could practically see his mind working through unknown implications. “Open one to a random place. Somewhere you’ve never been before, and somewhere you’ve never seen a portal open to.”

I raised my hands and thought about what he’d asked. I stood there, trying to think of where I could open a doorway, but nowhere came to mind. “How about the Clendy Stones back in Switzerland?”

“Have you ever been there?”

“Yes. A long time ago, but I’ve never opened a doorway there.”

“Then, no. You’re over-thinking. Just reach out and open a doorway, don’t focus on a location or a known feeling. Open a random doorway.”

I drew more and more power from the ley lines into me, but try as hard as I could, I was unable to do as Nathan asked.

“It’s no good,” I said, lowering my hand. “I can’t do it.”

Nathan’s reply was to continue pacing.

“Can you?” I asked, frustrated by his actions. “You said it was dangerous.”

With a flip of his hand, Nathan opened another portal. “Done,” he said, then closed it as if it was of no matter. I didn’t doubt that Nathan had done as he’d said, but I did wonder why something so easy for him seemed impossible to me.

I gritted my teeth.

“I think you should open the doorway to Davenport’s world.”

“Now? Don’t you think we should wait for Zoe and Jamie? They should be here any time.”

“Sure. It won’t hurt to make sure you can do it from here. It might be you need to be in the same location as you saw the portal opened from. That’s something we haven’t been able to test.”

“I can do it,” I said, smiling.

 

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Hidden: One title, endless possibilities….

Some of you may have noticed that my next book in the Rune Witch Mysteries is called Hidden, this is because I am taking part in an amazing multi-author collaborative project.

Over seventy authors have come together to bring you the most extraordinary collection of books. Each author will write in their own genre, but each book will be titled, Hidden.

You can learn more about all the books in the Hidden Project, including details of future releases on the Hidden Reader website or in the Facebook group.

So far three books have been released to date, which you can see below, but don’t forget to stay updated as a new book will be released each and every week (Mine is due out on 21st December, but as you know, it is already available for pre-order)!

 

Stolen Magic

Gathered Magic Book Four in the Relic Guardians series is currently available on pre-order – release date of 15th November.

This is a short story that introduced Nathan Scott as a new character to the series. As Nathan Scott has a huge roll in Gathered Magic and not everyone would have had the opportunity to read his short story in the Glimpses anthology, I thought I would share it with you now.

*This is a stand alone story and you do not need to have read any of the other books in the series to enjoy it.

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Stolen Magic

I’m a city guy, born and raised, but I’d seen more than my fair share of the world. My home was in the heart of Camden, a stone’s throw from the Regent’s Canal, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of London life. If my roots lay anywhere, it was there. Where the streets are lined with urban street art, and a punk mentality permeates the air, along with the appetising smells and constant cawing of traders in Camden market. A far cry from my current surroundings.

The wind screamed as a sand storm shrouded the sky and turned day into night. The once calm waters of the Nile rose in towering crests. Sand, wind, and an icy spray battered my fishing boat and tossed it around like flotsam.

My heart pounded and my skin felt stripped raw. I checked my bearings and steered the boat starboard. I had to be close, but the forbidding storm had consumed sky, land, and water with a sandy blizzard. The boat juddered to a halt and sent me tumbling to the deck. At last, I’d run aground.

A sensible man would have hunkered down, ridden out the storm, but no-one had ever called me sensible, and besides, I was one of the Magicai. Whether reckless behaviour came with magical powers, or it was just part of my innate nature, who was to say, but one thing was for sure, I had an advantage over most men in this cruel environment. Ordinaries, we called them, people with no magical power. Most of whom lived their lives unaware of the magic around them.

I clutched at the rune stone on a leather cord at my neck. It thrummed, acting like a conduit and drawing on the energy of the ley lines to infuse me with magic. The Eye of Horus, etched in the stone, flashed as I called upon its power to shield me from the worst of the elements and guide me through the storm.

I spat out the sand lodged in my mouth and launched myself into the onslaught. Protected by a magical shield, the sand no longer flayed my skin, and the incessant roar of wind was a murmur.

I trudged over the inhospitable terrain, following the pull of my rune stone. The power calling me intensified as I neared the convergence of ley lines: a potent beacon of energy in the distance. After a while, the sand blew away, the winds abated, and the storm cleared. I dropped my shield as the remains of an ancient city rose before me. The Nubian Pyramids of Meroë.

My path wound between the dunes and through the crypt-quiet city. Neither man nor beast moved around me, not even a scorpion scuttled along the sand. The only sign of the once raging storm was a deathly stillness to the air.

My throat was as dry as the desert. The sun beat down from a clear sky, stabbing me with spears of heat and covering the landscape in a haze that blurred my vision. I pulled a canteen from my backpack and savoured the water as it moistened my mouth and slid down my throat.

With my senses on high alert, I approached the final structure and stood in the doorway of the weather-worn pyramid. Something moved inside. A glimmer of light burned like liquid fire. I took a deep breath, ducked beneath an overhanging beam, and entered.

The heat followed me inside, where stale air clogged my lungs and hieroglyphics lined the walls. I wiped the sweat from my brow and slid between a narrow opening. A dark figure moved in front of me, silhouetted like a shadow in the gloom. It reached towards me, its hand outstretched, beckoning me forward.

I entered the chamber and a tall man with green eyes and a turban covering his head towered over me. “It is good to see you, Nathan,” Skylar said. “Although I must say, you took your time.”

“Give me a break.” I sat on a rock and took another swig from my canteen. “It’s not easy to travel over five thousand miles. Not to mention, having to navigate through a deadly sandstorm.”

In ancient times, the Egyptians believed the Nile was a supernatural source, a place from the netherworld that crossed the boundaries between worlds. In many ways they were right. Hidden at the points where ley lines converged, doorways to alternate realities existed. The Pyramids of Meroë, like many ancient landmarks, were built on such a convergence.

Every Magicai knew the source of their power, but not every Magicai knew the secret of the doorways. I was one of the Travellers, and like my father before me, I crossed between worlds, exploring different realities. I’d only just arrived back in London, after an otherworldly expedition, when Skylar had entered my world from his and sent a magical summons.

“The storm has passed,” Skylar said. “We must make haste.”

“Now, wait a minute.” I shook my canteen to release the last drop of water into my mouth. “What’s so important that you travel across realities and summon me to Sudan?”

Skylar heaved an exaggerated sigh, but he sat down beside me and handed me his canteen. “The Kushite Stone has been stolen from my world.”

I thought for a minute, relaying the history of the area through my head. “Nope,” I said. “Never heard of it.”

“It is a relic of my world, not yours. Created during the Great War, when Rome pushed forth and tried to conquer the known world.”

That was the big difference between Skylar’s world and my own. Firstly, the Great War referred to a war in a different time and place. Secondly, where Egypt succumbed to the Romans in my world, and the Nubian empire faded and disappeared along with their trade routes, in Skylar’s, the Romans were defeated and the Nubian empire flourished to his present day.

“What makes you think it’s here?” I asked.

Skylar flashed me the signet ring on his finger, a conduit for his magic as much as my runic stone is for mine. “I know it is,” he said. “Arin, a Magicai of great power, has travelled between worlds in the hope of finding the sister to the Kushite Stone. In doing so, he hopes to create a powerful artefact that can help him enslave both our realities.”

I winced. Magical artefacts should never be joined with their counterparts in other worlds. The results would be… well, I wouldn’t want to be around to find out. Suffice to say, big bad magic equals big bad danger.

“That’s not good,” I said.

“No, it is not.” Skylar stood. “So you understand the urgency. Arin has two days head start on us. His lack of knowledge of your world may hinder his process, but he must not succeed.”

~

With the arid wasteland of desert spread around us, our first course of action was to return to the Nile and see if my boat had survived. Hot, but determined, we salvaged what we could and headed South, the direction Skylar’s magic indicated Arin was headed.

Darkness surrounded us, grim and foreboding. The only glimmer of light came from the stars circling in the moonless sky. The boat rumbled and sliced through the water. Something sploshed in the distance: a great beast entering the river, but no form could be seen. I shivered and pulled my jacket around me.

“It is strange to see the world so peaceful.” Skylar indicated a small settlement to port, only visible as a flicker of firelight in the darkness. “Such places do not exist in my world. The Nile is surrounded by great cities, the water a mass of boats. Even if you have left one city, the lights from the next ignite the sky.”

I nodded my understanding. It could be disconcerting to visit a new world, so similar to your own, yet so different. Inwardly, I sighed, this part of the world was anything but peaceful. “We should see the lights of Khartoum soon.”

Skylar returned to his contemplation of a world alien to his own.

Time passed. The stars dimmed as an artificial glow spread overhead, and the capital city of Sudan appeared before us: a blaze of activity and life. Khartoum was three distinct cities divided by the Nile and connected by bridges. A delicious mix of old and new, with colonial buildings standing shoulder to shoulder with modern sustainable structures.

We docked the boat and slept through the night.

First thing in the morning, we made our way through to the central city of Khartoum itself. Despite the early hour, the streets teemed with people. The enticing aroma of hot food drew us to Green Yard, where we purchased a meal of porridge and kissra bread, and joined the locals sat on the grass.

The park was full of people, eating breakfast, talking with friends. Everywhere we looked, children laughed and played. The constant clamour of activity surrounded our bubble of solitude, unconnected to the people around us.

“Could Arin be in this city?” Skylar asked between mouthfuls.

“It’s possible.” I scanned the crowds and wondered how we would find one person hidden amongst Khartoum’s five million residents. “Are you able to sense the Kushite Stone?”

Skylar glanced around. Most people paid us little attention, so, he clasped his right hand over his left, covering his ring. Despite his precautions, a faint glow lit his hand when he tapped into his magic. He shook his head, released his power and returned to his porridge. “I do not believe Arin is here,” he said. “The Stone is now a great distance to the East.”

I was about to respond, but a tall man in a black full-length tunic glared at as he ducked into the crowd at the edge of the park. There was an air about him that put me on edge. “It’s time to move,” I said.

Weary of my sudden mood change, Skylar glanced around. “Trouble?” he asked.

“Could be.” I caught sight of the man again, talking to two others. I indicated them to Skylar. “Was Arin alone when he left your world?” I asked.

“I am sorry, Nathan, I do not recognise the men. However, it is possible they travelled with Arin. He has a large following of loyal Magicai.”

“They certainly seem to recognise you.” I reached out with my senses. The hum of magic hung in the air. I couldn’t pinpoint who it was from, but in all likelihood, any Magicai would be shielded from discovery. “We need to get away from all these people. We can’t risk exposing ourselves, and who knows how far Arin and his men are willing to go.”

A child kicked a football that landed at my feet. I smiled and kicked it back. “These are innocent people. We have a duty to protect them.”

“Agreed,” Skylar said. “If they are Arin’s men, they will surely follow us if we leave.”

We discarded the remains of our porridge and slipped through the crowds and out of the park. As soon as we reached the edge of the green, we raced to a nearby alleyway and down the street. We dodged through the byways of the city, desperate to escape the crowded areas. The unmistakable thud of footsteps echoed behind us.

Eventually, the narrow street we followed edged into a secluded courtyard. The ground was dusty, but the air was fragrant with herbs and spices, and the only way out was the way we came in, and up over the roof.

We hid in a cleft between two buildings. A cry echoed through the alleyway. I peered around the corner and saw the three men coming after us. Their eyes scanned the area looking for our possible route.

I clutched at the rune stone around my neck. “You ready?” I asked Skylar.

His face was grim, but he nodded. It was three against two, and we had no idea how powerful they were, but we were determined to make a stand.

We stepped into the alleyway and confronted the three men. “You looking for us?” I asked.

Their eyes widened, but they surged forward, calling their magic to them. One hurled a hot spear of energy in my direction. I fell flat, rolling unscathed beneath a blast that impacted the wall behind me with enough force to shatter the brick.

Coming to my feet, I lifted my chin and raised my jaw. “That the best you got?” I called on my power and coated my fists in magical orbs. One of the men came at me, and I pounded him in the stomach. The force of my blow flung him across the alleyway and into a wall. He crumpled to the ground.

The other two men wouldn’t make the same mistake. They edged backwards, unwilling to undertake hand to hand combat.

I beckoned them forward. “What’s the matter boys; you too scared to fight?”

The nearest to me glared and spat on the floor. “Hand over the High Priest of Magicai,” he said, referring to Skylar by title and confirming his connection to both Arin and Skylar’s world. “Or we will see who has reason to be afraid.”

“That’s not about to happen, fellas. So, why don’t you save us some time and tell us where Arin is, so we can send you all back home where you belong.”

His nostrils flared and he shot another bolt of energy in my direction. I met it mid-air with a bolt of my own, blasting it out of existence.

Full of the power of the ley lines, I felt the magic swirl beneath my fingertips. I lifted the dust around us, cloaking us in our own mini sandstorm. The men continued their barrage of energy bolts, but those I didn’t manage to deflect, Skylar handled.

The dust circled around us. The power inside me grew, ready to be unleashed to put an end to this.

“Tell me where Arin is.” My voice echoed in the hollow eye of the storm. All sounds, all smells, and all sites of the city around us were blocked out by the whirlwind of motion. Slowly the feet of our two foes rose from the ground, as they were caught in the vortex.

“Arin is long gone. You will never find him.”

“We’ll see about that.” I focused my power on making the whirlwind faster, the men started to spin around me. Their cries filled my ears.

Skylar laid his hand on my shoulder. “I know you are honourable my friend, but I worry that we cannot leave these men behind to follow us.”

I understood what Skylar was saying, but had no intention of killing anyone unless I had to. I slowed the whirlwind and allowed the men to drop to the floor, then walked over and laid a hand on each of the three men’s heads, focusing my will upon their weakened own.

“There, they’ll sleep for a week. With any luck, the local hospital will take them in.” I shrugged. “Or they’ll lie here undiscovered in the street. Either way, they’ll be fine until I can arrange for someone to collect them.”

“Would it not be useful to interrogate them, find where Arin has gone?”

“No.” I shook my head. “We’ve been looking at this all wrong. We’ve been focused on finding Arin. What we need to do is find his destination. Reach the stone before him and lay a trap.”

“That would be a fine plan, but as you said, the Kushite Stone is not a relic of your world. It will be unknown and impossible to find without its counterpart.”

“Hard, yes. Impossible, no.” I patted Skylar on the shoulder and a wide smile split my face.

“Ahh, I see you have a plan, my friend.”

“Indeed, I do, but first I need to know more about the stone.”

One simple act, a decision made at a certain point in history, caused a timeline split, separating our worlds and sending them forward on different paths. In Skylar’s world the Kushite Stone was imbued with great importance and power. In mine, it might not have the same name or magical properties, but, it would possess the same origins and the same form. Those were clues enough to find it; if you knew the right person to ask.

~

“Nathan,” Hayley said down the line. “How the hell are you? It’s been months.”

It was good to hear her voice. I met Hayley seven years ago when we were both students at Cambridge. She was an archaeology undergraduate, whilst I undertook my PhD.

“Too long,” I said. “I’ve been in Africa. In fact, I’m in Sudan now, but I need your help locating something.” I hated the half-truth that came out of my mouth, but Hayley wasn’t one of the Magicai, just an exceptional Ordinary with a passion for the past. Despite my wishes to the contrary, with the Magical Order of Secrecy, I was oath bound to keep my true nature from her.

“Anything,” she said, without hesitation. “What do you need?”

I sighed with relief. I knew I could count on Hayley. I gave her a description of the stone. It was small and square, made from carnelian, and was inscribed in Arabic. In Skylar’s world, it was found in twenty-two BCE, but it could have been located much later on ours, so instead of specifying an age, I asked Hayley to look for any object fitting that description found at or near Meroë.

“I’ll do what I can,” she said.

With Hayley’s determination and resources at the British Archaeological Museum, I had no doubt she’d find what we needed.

“Thanks, Hayley. You’re a star. I owe you big time.”

“Yeah, you do. An ice-cream at Chin-Chin sounds great.”

“I’ll do better th—”

“Better than ice-cream?”

I laughed. “How about a night out at Côte,” I said remembering her favourite restaurant.

“Well, yes,” she said, unable to hide the delight in her voice. “That might top ice-cream.”

“You bet it does.” I ended the call feeling better than I had in months. It was great to travel and see different worlds, but there were some things from home that couldn’t be matched.

~

Ten hours later, we set foot on English soil and headed straight to Bloomsbury in Camden. As fate would have it, Hayley had located a carnelian stone fitting our description in The British Museum, not three miles from my home. Although it was dated to the eighteenth century and found in Zanzibar, the website link she shared pictured an orange, glassy stone, one-point-one centimetres square, which Skylar confirmed as the artefact we sought.

From Hayley’s research, we knew the stone wasn’t on display, so that meant it had to be in storage. I searched the website on my phone for more information and found an interactive map of a newly built centre. The map detailed a variety of locations, from an exhibition gallery to conservation facilities, but our target was likely in the collection storage rooms. Three subterranean-floors beneath the collections’ management hub.

A cab dropped us outside Malet Street Gardens, and we used the cover of the trees to survey the building. The modern centre stood next to the Greek revival quadrangle dating back to the eighteen hundreds. With no visible entrance, we would have to go through the old building.

“What about security?” Skylar asked.

“No clue, but we can be sure it’s top of the range.” I checked the time: six twenty-three. The museum closed at six, but that didn’t mean staff wouldn’t still be working. “We’ll have to use magic to get past any obstacles,” I said.

I used the ley lines to draw magic into myself, relishing the feeling as it flowed through my veins. “Ready?” I asked, and created a shield to block our image from any CCTV recording.

“Ready,” Skylar agreed.

We left the park and made our way to the north wing of the building. I held my rune stone and called forth a simple spell to unlock the cast iron gates and an employee entrance. We strolled through the hall, as though we belonged, until we reached the Great Court. Skylar froze. His eyes moved from the cylindrical room in the centre of the court and travelled to the spectacular glass canopy, crisscrossed with steel to form thousands of triangular windows looking out onto a bright summer sky.

His breath caught. I laughed and gave him a nudge. “Careful, you’re starting to look like a tourist.”

I scanned the room. A recumbent marble statue of a lion, over six-feet tall and almost ten wide, stood vigil in the corner. I took his sage look of benevolence as approval for our minor transgression.

“This way,” I said, noting an exit in the corner. “Hopefully, this will lead to the new structure.”

Through it, we accessed the new building and a staircase leading down. We moved from public spaces to equally deserted staff areas. Gaining access to the storage floors proved simple with our magical abilities. A white sterile environment, with aisle upon aisle of yellow storage units replaced the high ceiling and the chemical smell of antiseptic and subcritical fluids permeated the air.

We stood for a moment, thinking. There were three floors worth of items in storage, and time was critical, at any moment, we could trigger an alarm or stumble into a member of staff.

“We need to access a computer,” I said, “Find the storage location of the stone.”

“Agreed. There are far too many places to search in a limited time.”

Skylar remembered the online map displaying a work area in the middle of the top floor of the three floors we need to explore. It was the best place to look for a computer, so we edged through the corridors of storage and made our way to it. Sure enough, a number of computer terminals lined one wall.

I rummaged through desk drawers and located a random word on a post-it note stuck inside a notepad. I shook my head in bewilderment. It couldn’t be that simple, could it? I typed the password in to see if it matched the username displayed when I booted up the computer. I held my breath, as, the Blue Circle of Death span on the screen and the PC thought. Sure enough, seconds later, I had full access to the museum’s records.

I shook my head in disbelief. “Thank you, Mr Landman,” I said to the absent museum worker whose login details I’d used. The greatest security protocols in the world were useless if users didn’t implement basic common sense when choosing or hiding passwords.

“Two floors down,” I said, reading the details from the screen. “Corridor C, unit 28.” I scribbled the complex item reference number on a scrap of paper.

I powered the PC down and we headed towards the artefact. We were halfway down the stairs when we heard a door shut above us. We froze. The unmistakable buzz of magic danced through the air. A sudden chill in my bones warned me of the danger approaching.

“Arin?” Skylar queried.

“Move.” We raced down the floors without sound or hesitation. The silence of the stairwell was broken by the soft tread of footfalls above us. We had to find the stone.

I hissed, as once again, the lights in the room responded to our presence and lit the floor like a flare in an otherwise dark night. “Corridor C.” I pushed Skylar into the recess and we frantically scanned the cabinet labels. “Twenty-one… twenty-five…”

“Twenty-eight,” Skylar said. He tore open the drawer and withdrew a box. He opened it and sighed with relief.

I took the box from him, and held the stone aloft, marvelling at the light reflecting through its translucent core. A faint trace of magic seeped into my fingers, too little to warrant the attention of the Magicai.

“Here,” I said, tossing it to Skylar. “You hide. I’ll draw Arin and whoever’s with him away. Then you get the hell out of here.”

Skylar nodded and patted me on the shoulder. “Stay safe,” he said.

I returned the gesture. “You too, my friend.”

I moved out of the corridor, into the main hallway, and away from the staircase. It seemed like an age passed before the stairwell door opened and three men stepped through.

I stood on full display and eyed the men. Desperation chewed at my insides, but I couldn’t let it show. The two outside men glanced at the man stood between them as though waiting for instructions.

“So, you’re Arin,” I said, raising my chin at the middle man.

“And you, of course, are Nathan Scott,” he said. “I have studied your exploits as a Traveller. It seems our reputations precede us both.”

“Not really.” I took a few steps to the side in an attempt to keep their focus on me. “I don’t know the first thing about you, mate. Just that you’re an arse who wants this here stone.” I lifted the empty box and waved it at Arin.

“You will soon know that I am a very dangerous man to cross.” He smiled “Why don’t you save yourself a lot of trouble and hand it over?”

“Why don’t you come and get it?” Magic soared through my body, and I released a surge power at the lights overhead. We plunged into darkness, and I slipped further away from the stairwell.

“I’m sure you think yourself very clever, Mr Scott, but I’m afraid your tricks won’t work with me.”

Damn it! I hoped Skylar had enough sense to stay hidden where he was until Arin could be goaded into action. “What’s the matter?” I said. “Afraid to try and take the stone from me?”

I peered around the corner, but darkness enveloped our underground surroundings.

“I have no need to take the stone.” An inferno of light accompanied his words and the air reverberated with immense power. The magical plane shook. It felt like existence was being torn apart. I was shaking. My heart thundered, ready to explode.

The light vanished.

“The Kushite Stone,” Arin said. “It calls to its sister. I’m sure you agree, the results would be devastating should they meet.”

“Another reason not to give you the stone.”

Arin laughed again. The sound made me want to punch him in the face.

“You have no fight with me. Give me the stone and I will spare your world. Fight and you will die, and I will see to it your precious London is destroyed in the process. All I have to do is open the lead box shielding the Kushite Stone from its sister, within minutes your city will perish.”

I heard the truth of the words in his voice. Arin was a mad man. Who knew what he would do with the power of the two stone: raze cities, destroy worlds, anything was possible.

A thud sounded in the dark, followed by the rumble of a scuffle. My heart sank, at Skylar’s frantic voice, as he fought his attackers.

I reignited the fluorescent lights with a blast of energy. Without hesitation, a second blast of power shot from my hand and towards Arin, alone by the door.

He deflected the shot, and rushed into an aisle away from sight, but not before he retaliated. I grunted as his blast seared my arm: a burning flesh wound, more painful than damaging.

I fell against the wall and took a few breaths to steady myself. There was no time to waste. Arin couldn’t get the stone. I raced down the corridor after him. The whole room crackled with magical energy like the sky before a lightning strike.

I rounded a final corner and came to a halt. Skylar was pinned against the wall by a magical field. The stone clutched in his hand.

“You’re too late,” Arin said. “The stone is mine.”

Sweat beaded Skylar’s brow as he fought to keep his fist closed around the stone, but an unseen force pried at his fingers, tearing them apart.

I raised my hands and called my power. Arin’s two goons approached me, their own magic blazing in their hands. There was no way in hell I would let them win.

I advanced, adrenaline coursed through my veins and my heart thundered. I hurled volley after volley of power at my attackers. They tried to escape, but my onslaught was too fast, too furious. I hurled them against the walls, pinning them, as Arin had pinned Skylar.

Arin had a split second to react before I unleashed the full force of my magic against him. The blast struck home. He fought against me, but I couldn’t let him go. If I released my focus either he or his goons would escape and it would be game over.

I drew more power into me, feeding off the ley lines the way a plant absorbs light. My head pounded, and my legs faltered, but I kept my magic trained on Arin.

I couldn’t hold out much longer.

The magic engulfed me, threatened to tear me apart.

I gritted my teeth and pushed forward with everything I had.

I struck home.

Arin’s screams were silenced by the thunder of magic and the quickness of his demise. He disappeared in a cloud of dust, disintegrated in an instant.

Skylar fell to the floor as Arin’s magic disappeared along with his body. “Thank you,” he spluttered.

“Anytime,” I clapped him on the shoulder. “Your megalomaniac is my megalomaniac.”

I meant it too, as a Magicai and a Traveller, I had a duty to protect all worlds from those who would abuse the power of the ley lines, home-grown or otherwise. Although, for now, that duty could wait until after I met a dear friend for dinner.

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Secrets In The Shadows – Cover Reveal!

SECRETS IN THE SHADOWS, a shifter anthology of all new original stories by some of the industries best and well known writers as well as a few new names and faces.

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MEET THE
SECRETS IN THE SHADOWS
ANTHOLOGY AUTHORS!

BRANDY DORSCH

Brandy Dorsch lives in Pittsburgh and dreams of running away and becoming a vampire. She is a diehard reader that can’t breathe without adding something to her TBR list. She loves anything romance but has a special place in her heart for all things vampire related. She has a slight addiction (obsession) with coffee and it is the only thing keeping her from becoming a member of the undead.

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CATHERINE VALE

NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling Canadian author Catherine Vale writes urban fantasy stories of magic and mayhem, and paranormal romance featuring girls with curves and guys with growl.

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GINA WYNN

From a magical land of castles and kings (Okay, it’s England), Gina Wynn doesn’t feel as old as she looks, owns three children who can’t be tamed, and writes in spare – usually stolen – time. She sometimes bakes—not always with quite the desired results, and has found the only solution to keeping the characters in her head quiet is to placate them with lots of other lovely books and worlds.

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HEATHER HILDENBRAND

Heather Hildenbrand was born and raised in a small town in Virginia where she was homeschooled through high school. (She’s only slightly socially awkward as a result.) She lives in FL and writes romance of all kinds with plenty of abs and angst.

Her most frequent hobbies are riding motorcycles and avoiding killer slugs.

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JENA GREGOIRE

Bestselling author Jena Gregoire was born and raised in New Hampshire, USA, and despite her abhorrence for any season which dares to drop to a temperature below seventy degrees, she still currently resides there with her two children and several furbabies. Always a passionate reader, her love of urban fantasy books inevitably morphed into a love of writing them. She is currently working on the Hellfire (previously known as Demon Legacy) series and has a Hellfire spinoff series coming soon. Jena Gregoire previously published as J.M. Gregoire.

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KAT PARRISH

Kat Parrish is a former reporter who prefers making things up! An Army brat, her motto is “Have passport, will travel.” She has lived in seven states and two foreign countries and would love to celebrate her 100th birthday with a trip into space. She lives in the Pacific Northwest near a haunted cemetery.

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LIZ GAVIN

International bestselling author Liz Gavin’s books have made to #1 in countries as diverse as Japan, the UK, the US, Canada, Australia and her home country Brazil, collecting 5 and 4-star reviews. Nominated for a Summer Indie Book Award in 2016, and again in 2017, this RWA member constantly seeks new opportunities to improve her craft.

This thirst for knowledge propelled Liz to leave the comforts of family and friends in Brazil and move to California to pursue a Master’s degree in late 2015. She lives in sunny SoCal, where she’s researching the writing process, for her thesis, in hopes to figure out why she creates in English instead of her native Portuguese.

Liz Gavin writes in contemporary, paranormal, and historical genres. In her sexy stories, one finds smart, independent women, who don’t need rescuing by knights in shining armor, but indulge in steamy action with swoony Alpha males with big hearts. She also writes about women discovering their sexuality and finding happiness in unconventional setups.

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MADELINE SHEEHAN

USA Today bestseller, Madeline Sheehan, is the author of the Holy Trinity series, and the Undeniable series.

Other works include the dystopian series ‘Thicker Than Blood’, Thicker Than Blood and Beneath Blood and Bone, and a contemporary romance novel, Shut Up and Kiss Me.

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NICOLE ZOLTACK

Nicole Zoltack is a USA Today bestselling author who loves to write romances, whether they’re fantasy, paranormal, or regency. She’s also an editor for MuseItUp Publishing and works as a freelance editor and ghostwriter.

When she’s not writing about gentlemen and their ladies, knights, superheroes, or witches, she loves to spend time with her loving husband, three energetic young boys, and precious baby girl. She enjoys riding horses (pretending they’re unicorns, of course!) and going to the PA Renaissance Faire, dressed in garb. She’ll also read anything she can get her hands on. Her current favorite TV shows are The Walking Dead and Gotham.

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VICTORIA DELUIS

Victoria DeLuis is an avid fantasy reader, who enjoys writing Urban Fantasy and paranormal/cosy mysteries.

She lives in Wales with her husband, daughter, three cats and one dog.

Amongst other writings, Victoria is currently working on The Rune Witch Mysteries and The Relic Guardians Series.

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Rune Witch Mysteries

The first book in my new series: the Rune Witch Mysteries is now available!

Fans of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Charmed will love this modern take on witchcraft and Welsh mythology.

 

There’s always a price to pay with magic. The question is… who pays?

It took a while for Summer to pluck up the courage and visit her childhood home, but when a fairy is murdered and a teenage girl kidnapped, she doesn’t hesitate to put her past on hold and use her magic to catch the culprits.

Caught in the middle of a deadly plot, Summer fights to avenge her lover and friend, but when faced with the threat of unknown magic, her only choice is to risk her freedom and find the true face of her enemy.

Will Summer be able to bring down the kidnappers and rescue the girl? Or is there more to the case than meets the eye?

You can get your copy now for only 99c on Amazon – also available in KU!

 

One death, one pledge, one price to pay!

For Summer Daniels, there’s nothing better than a walk amongst the trees with the man she loves. But when she discovers the body of a young man in her forest, summer soon finds her plans for the day cut short.

Determined to solve the case, Summer doesn’t hesitate to use her magic to find the killer. But how far can magic take her and how much is she willing to pay?

Will Summer be able to find the killers and bring them to justice? Or is she a pawn in a game she hasn’t begun to comprehend?

You can pre-order your copy of Hidden on Amazon now!

 

Cursed Magic – Relic Guardians Book Three

Cursed Magic, Book Three of the Relic Guardian series is now available 🙂

Jamie Oxford: Friend. Foe. Bane of my existence!

I should have known better than to trust Jamie with the location of Pandora’s Box. The minute I tell him, he steals it from under MI5’s nose. Maybe I’d be impressed – if I wasn’t so furious. Now it’s in the hands of an infamous Magicai, determined to sell it to the highest bidder, who could unleash the next apocalypse. No big deal, right?

Jamie can try all he likes to redeem himself, but as usual, the fate of the world rests in my hands. Now, I have to recover the box for a second time, before it’s opened.

If only I could do it without Jamie tagging along for the ride.

Maybe the apocalypse is better than dealing with that idiot.

 

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Excerpt:

My long overdue study of translation runes and the power of tongues over the past month had paid off. Using my spells, I could decipher every word on Pandora’s Box, or rather, the copy of them I had taken.

I might have been inside the most secure archives in England, deep within the London Magicai Library, where few were permitted to tread, but it would have been more than foolish – catastrophic, even – to bring Pandora’s Box through the heart of the city. It was secure, where it belonged, at the Great British History Museum.

The tension in my stomach did not ease, however.

No, it brought me no joy to translate these glyphs. My skin was cold as I read them, though it was warm – stiflingly so – down here. They foretold doom, should the box ever be opened: plagues upon the world of sickness and ravages against all good and whole until the earth lay in ruin and wreck.

Thank goodness I‘d gotten to it in time. Thank goodness I’d recovered it before it had opened. Thank goodness I’d been able to stop it. I hated to think anything might be locked away from the world, never to be seen again, but if ever an object deserved to be hidden away for all time, it was Pandora’s Box.

I remembered how it felt to hold it in my hands, as if the malevolence inside leeched out and bleached the life from me, poisoning me.

I shuddered. I was really glad the box was no longer in my care, to say the least. I knew as I sat there researching it, my boss, Duncan, would be placing it under wards beyond my knowledge that would keep it safe, secure, and most importantly, unopened.

At least, I thought he would be, but at that moment, my phone rang and his name flashed on the screen. I answered the call within a second; as much to silence the loud ringtone in the silent archives as to find out why he called.

“Duncan?”

“Zoe. I need you back here now.”

“What’s up?” I said, startled by the shaking of his voice. Not fear, not upset, but anger it seemed.

“We have a problem – a huge problem.”

Icy fear plunged through me. “The box. It’s not..?” I breathed. I didn’t dare say it. Open.

“No,” he said quickly, and a huff of relief escaped me. “Not open. Not yet. But it’s in danger.”

“I’m on my way.”

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Cursed Magic is currently available on AMAZON, you can check out all the books in the Relic Guardians series on its series page 🙂

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Glimpses

Glimpses is a FREE collection of 16 short fantasy  stories.

Each story gives a glimpse into a fantasy world and also acts as an introduction to that author’s writing – you never know, you might find your next favourite author here.

Stolen Magic, a short story set with the Relic Guardians series, and features a new character, Nathan Scott. It is available exclusive to this set, so check out an excerpt below and grab your FREE copy 🙂

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Excerpt:

I’m a city guy, born and raised, but I’d seen more than my fair share of the world. My home was in the heart of Camden, a stone’s throw from the Regent’s Canal, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of London life. If my roots lay anywhere, it was there. Where the streets are lined with urban street art, and a punk mentality permeates the air, along with the appetising smells and constant cawing of traders in Camden market. A far cry from my current surroundings.

The wind screamed as a sand storm shrouded the sky and turned day into night. The once calm waters of the Nile rose in towering crests. Sand, wind, and an icy spray battered my fishing boat and tossed it around like flotsam.

My heart pounded and my skin felt stripped raw. I checked my bearings and steered the boat starboard. I had to be close, but the forbidding storm had consumed sky, land, and water with a sandy blizzard. The boat juddered to a halt and sent me tumbling to the deck. At last, I’d run aground.

A sensible man would have hunkered down, ridden out the storm, but no-one had ever called me sensible, and besides, I was one of the Magicai. Whether reckless behaviour came with magical powers, or it was just part of my innate nature, who was to say, but one thing was for sure, I had an advantage over most men in this cruel environment. Ordinaries, we called them, people with no magical power. Most of whom lived their lives unaware of the magic around them.

I clutched at the rune stone on a leather cord at my neck. It thrummed, acting like a conduit and drawing on the energy of the ley lines to infuse me with magic. The Eye of Horus, etched in the stone, flashed as I called upon its power to shield me from the worst of the elements and guide me through the storm.  

I spat out the sand lodged in my mouth and launched myself into the onslaught. Protected by a magical shield, the sand no longer flayed my skin, and the incessant roar of wind was a murmur.

I trudged over the inhospitable terrain, following the pull of my rune stone. The power calling me intensified as I neared the convergence of ley lines: a potent beacon of energy in the distance. After a while, the sand blew away, the winds abated, and the storm cleared. I dropped my shield as the remains of an ancient city rose before me. The Nubian Pyramids of Meroë.

My path wound between the dunes and through the crypt-quiet city. Neither man nor beast moved around me, not even a scorpion scuttled along the sand. The only sign of the once raging storm was a deathly stillness to the air.

My throat was as dry as the desert. The sun beat down from a clear sky, stabbing me with spears of heat and covering the landscape in a haze that blurred my vision. I pulled a canteen from my backpack and savoured the water as it moistened my mouth and slid down my throat.

With my senses on high alert, I approached the final structure and stood in the doorway of the weather-worn pyramid. Something moved inside. A glimmer of light burned like liquid fire. I took a deep breath, ducked beneath an overhanging beam, and entered.

The heat followed me inside, where stale air clogged my lungs and hieroglyphics lined the walls. I wiped the sweat from my brow and slid between a narrow opening. A dark figure moved in front of me, silhouetted like a shadow in the gloom. It reached towards me, its hand outstretched, beckoning me forward.

I entered the chamber and a tall man with green eyes and a turban covering his head towered over me. “It is good to see you, Nathan,” Skylar said. “Although I must say, you took your time.”

“Give me a break.” I sat on a rock and took another swig from my canteen. “It’s not easy to travel over five thousand miles. Not to mention, having to navigate through a deadly sandstorm.”

In ancient times, the Egyptians believed the Nile was a supernatural source, a place from the netherworld that crossed the boundaries between worlds. In many ways they were right. Hidden at the points where ley lines converged, doorways to alternate realities existed. The Pyramids of Meroë, like many ancient landmarks, were built on such a convergence.

Every Magicai knew the source of their power, but not every Magicai knew the secret of the doorways. I was one of the Travellers, and like my father before me, I crossed between worlds, exploring different realities. I’d only just arrived back in London, after an otherworldly expedition, when Skylar had entered my world from his and sent a magical summons.

“The storm has passed,” Skylar said. “We must make haste.”

“Now, wait a minute.” I shook my canteen to release the last drop of water into my mouth. “What’s so important that you travel across realities and summon me to Sudan?”

Skylar heaved an exaggerated sigh, but he sat down beside me and handed me his canteen. “The Kushite Stone has been stolen from my world.”

I thought for a minute, relaying the history of the area through my head. “Nope,” I said. “Never heard of it.”

“It is a relic of my world, not yours. Created during the Great War, when Rome pushed forth and tried to conquer the known world.”

That was the big difference between Skylar’s world and my own. Firstly, the Great War referred to a war in a different time and place. Secondly, where Egypt succumbed to the Romans in my world, and the Nubian empire faded and disappeared along with their trade routes, in Skylar’s, the Romans were defeated and the Nubian empire flourished to his present day.

“What makes you think it’s here?” I asked.

Skylar flashed me the signet ring on his finger, a conduit for his magic as much as my runic stone is for mine. “I know it is,” he said. “Arin, a Magicai of great power, has travelled between worlds in the hope of finding the sister to the Kushite Stone. In doing so, he hopes to create a powerful artefact that can help him enslave both our realities.”

I winced. Magical artefacts should never be joined with their counterparts in other worlds. The results would be… well, I wouldn’t want to be around to find out. Suffice to say, big bad magic equals big bad danger.  

“That’s not good,” I said.

“No, it is not.” Skylar stood. “So you understand the urgency. Arin has two days head start on us. His lack of knowledge of your world may hinder his process, but he must not succeed.”

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Glimpses is available for FREE for a short time only, so grab your copy now!

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Hidden Magic – Relic Guardians Book Two

Hidden Magic the second book in the Relic Guardians series co-written with Meg Cowley is now available!

One stone. One Wish. One life changing event.

I’m Hayley Bevan, a museum curator, and my secondment to New York is about to get a whole lot more interesting. I couldn’t wait to pore over ancient Buddhist discoveries, but there was one that I hadn’t expected to see. Little did I know, I’d find more than I bargained for; a stone that was nothing more than a myth… or so we all thought.

With a wish-fulfilling stone in my grasp and a murderous investor desperate to get his hands on it, I’m thrust into a world I never knew existed.

Now I have a weapon that can destroy worlds, and no idea how to keep it safe in a world where I’m drowned by magic I don’t understand and can’t control.

How do I find my place? How far will my journey take me? More importantly, who can I trust to guide me?

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Excerpt:

I gripped the door handle as the cabbie tore around the corner and joined the thundering traffic on Grand Central Parkway. Blankets of dark cloud released a torrential load that pounded on the roof of the taxi and obscured my view through the window.

If I wiped away the condensation from my breath on the glass and squinted through the droplets, I could just make out the strobe lights of aircraft overhead. “How much longer?” I asked the driver.

“Twenty minutes, if we’re lucky.” He smiled at me in the mirror before returning his attention to the road.

I looked at my phone. Twenty past five. Great. This day had barely started, but it kept getting better and better. First, no wake-up call, and then no pickup. Instead of experiencing the comfort of the museum’s Audi A4, I sat on a spongy seat, pinned by a seat belt that kept tightening itself around my chest, and endured the lingering stench of sweat, Thai food, and banana air freshener.

Stress tightened my chest. I fought the urge to nibble my fingers and glanced at the time again. Damn it! I smoothed the creases out of my forehead, took a deep breath and dialled Ben’s number for the umpteenth time.

For a heartbeat, I thought he might answer, but no; I went through to voicemail. “Hi, Ben,” I said. “It’s Hayley. Again. I’m not sure if you’re still asleep. I tried banging on your door, but couldn’t wait any longer. I’m on my way to meet the shipment. The museum car was a no show, so I grabbed a taxi. Hopefully, I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Call me as soon as you get this message, okay?”

After an eternity, the rain eased and we left the densely-populated area of Queens, only to be greeted by the immense expanse of JFK.

“Which cargo area did you say again?” the cabbie asked.

“Area A.” I pulled the paperwork from my satchel to check the details. “Hanger 19b.” I delved in deeper and emerged a few seconds later with my temporary ID from the New York Museum of Life and Antiquities, along with my ID for the British Archaeological Museum, which enabled us to pass through the security checkpoint with the minimal of fuss.

Now that we had arrived, I was practically jumping out of my seat to see the cargo. I’d only just heard of the Kailash exhibition in Tibet —  no surprise, it was kept under tight wraps given the sacred beliefs surrounding the site —  but it was being heralded as a complete success; at least within the confines of the museum. My job was to catalogue the finds and manage their future preservation.

Hangar 19b stood secluded at the end of a quiet road. As soon as the car came to a stop, I thanked the cabbie, paid the fare, and scrambled outside. The smell of jet fuel mingled with the oil-slick stench of water from the surrounding Bergen Basin hit me like a wall.

The Taxi driver rolled down his window. “Hey, lady,” he shouted over the sound of an aeroplane taking off. “There doesn’t seem to be anyone around. You sure this is the right place?”

I took another look at the paperwork in my bag, and then at the large building surrounded by a chain-link fence. “That’s what the paperwork says.”

The cabbie looked at me as though I was from another planet. Although, being a British woman in New York, that might not have been far from the truth. “I’ll stick around for a bit, make sure you get in safely,” he said after a moment.

I nodded my thanks, then proceeded towards the building. The gate was open, so I slipped inside, moving through the vast, empty courtyard and scanning the area for any sign of movement. The sound of aircraft overwhelmed any other noises, and the eerie darkness of the night was only punctuated by the glare from the taxi headlight reflecting on the rain-kissed tarmac.

I pulled my jacket tighter around me, but was unable to block out the cold air and the incessant thought that somebody would jump out and shoot me at any moment.

Now that the rain had stopped, I looked to the sky and wondered if the clouds would part and let the stars shine. Given the light pollution over New York, I doubted if the stars ever shone on the city. I sighed, frustrated with man’s obtrusive impact on nature, but then I realised part of the sky-glow was emanating from the far side of the hangar.

Somewhat reassured, I glanced over my shoulder and waved to the cabbie, then edged around the immense metal structure to the main doors. As soon as I did, my viewpoint on the world changed. I was definitely in the right place.

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I hope you enjoyed this brief excerpt 🙂 If so, you can check out the whole series on it’s AMAZON page.

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Alchemy and Arcana: An Urban Fantasy Novella Collection

Alchemy and Arcana is out today, and I am super excited to tell you that a second story in my Summer Daniels, Rune Witch Mysteries is available in the set, which is available for the introductory price of 99c!

To celebrate it’s release, here is a quick excerpt of A Magical Bond:

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I squirmed beneath the duvet and opened my eyes to the bright morning sun blazing through the window and into the bedroom, then rolled to find Thomas staring at me.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” he said.

“Morning.” I took in the delicious form of the man stretched out beside me. Rays of light danced over his lithe body, twinkling on his firm, smooth skin and highlighting the sparkle in his eyes. Could there be a better sight to wake up to in the morning? The heat radiating through my body didn’t think so.

His strong hand brushed the hair from my shoulder and smoothed a gentle trail down my arm, sending a tingling sensation along my skin. My gaze travelled to his lips and I inhaled the fresh scent of apple shampoo that surrounded him. He leaned in close, a devilish light shining on his face, and damp hair flopping in his eyes. My heart thundered as his lips moved close to mine, but before they could touch, I whipped the sheet between us and giggled. “Not with my morning breath, Mister,” I said.

Thomas leaned back and propped his head on his elbow next to me. “Like that matters, Summer,” he said and pumped his eyebrows comically.

I jumped out of bed and ran to the en-suite. “Says the man who already showered,” I shot back.

Thomas growled in mock frustration.

Before I could reach the bathroom, his mobile rang on the bedside table. As I grabbed the toothpaste. I heard Thomas acknowledge Gwen, a witch friend, but the running tap drowned out the rest of the conversation when I brushed my teeth and washed my face.

Within minutes I was back in the bedroom. “What did Gwen want?” I asked.

“Oh, she wondered if we could pick her up some Alder and Rowan when we were out harvesting.”

Harvesting! It had slipped my mind that we were going to the forest today. Which completely does not sound like me. I’m normally champing at the bit to get there.

Although we try to visit at least once a week, with our busy schedules, we don’t always make it, and it had now been three weeks since our last visit. Trust me, that’s a lifetime to a rune-witch, who channels the magic of trees. I couldn’t wait for the ancient peace of the forest to wash over me and soothe my soul. I’d been so excited last night I’d had trouble sleeping.

“What time is it?” I asked Thomas and jumped on the bed beside him.

He looked at the mobile, “Ten-twenty,” he said.

“Ten-twenty.” I grabbed a pillow and knocked him over the head. “How could you let me sleep so late? We’ve got to go.”

Thomas flipped me onto my back, pinned me with his rock solid presence and traced kisses down my neck. “Well, maybe we have a little more time,” I said as his warm breath caressed my skin.

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For the rest of this story, along with 21 more – some by NYT and USA Today bestselling authors, check out Alchemy and Arcana!

 

Ancient Magic, Relic Guardians Book One

The Relic Guardians series is co-written with the talented Meg Cowley,

Meg’s books will follow Zoe Stark, a no nonsense witch and bounty hunter, and my books will follow Hayley Bevan, a museum curator, newly endowed with magical powers and caught up in a world she never knew existed. We will also have a few short stories following other characters in the series available for free – more details to follow 🙂

Ancient Magic, the first story in the Urban Fantasy series, Relic Guardians is available for pre-order at the introductory price of just 99c.

In Ancient Magic, you will meet Zoe Stark as she journeys to the jungles of Mexico to recover a lost Mayan artefact that could wreak death and devastation across the world.

Can she discover who the true enemy is in time to save the fabled Kukulkan Skull from being used for great evil?

Could Zoe be the skulls first victim?

Grab Ancient Magic, and Step into the Ley Line World to find out!

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