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From New York Times Bestselling Author, Kristen Proby, comes Spells, the next
installment in her gripping Bayou Magic series...
As a powerful
hedgewitch and psychic, there isn't much I can't work to my advantage and
finesse with a spell. Love, fortune, and even the perfect cup of coffee are
all possible with the snap of my fingers.
But some things are
utterly beyond my control.
Like the powerful and broody warlock
who's been a part of my life for as long as I can remember--and even the
lifetimes I often can't. Things almost as dangerous as Lucien Bergeron's hold
on me and the breathtaking smiles only I get to see.
Or the evil
still stalking the streets of New Orleans that beckons to me to see. To feel.
To die.
With everything riding on a razors-edge, and things that
have been portended coming to fruition, threatening both me and those I love,
I'm not sure if I'm strong enough to resist my fate. Or his charm.
If
I work with Lucien, it could mean the end for both of us.
If I
don't, those I love most will pay.
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Spells by Kristen Proby is now live!
From New York Times Bestselling Author, Kristen Proby, comes Spells, the next
installment in her gripping Bayou Magic series...
As a powerful
hedgewitch and psychic, there isn't much I can't work to my advantage and
finesse with a spell. Love, fortune, and even the perfect cup of coffee are
all possible with the snap of my fingers.
But some things are
utterly beyond my control.
Like the powerful and broody warlock
who's been a part of my life for as long as I can remember--and even the
lifetimes I often can't. Things almost as dangerous as Lucien Bergeron's hold
on me and the breathtaking smiles only I get to see.
Or the evil
still stalking the streets of New Orleans that beckons to me to see. To feel.
To die.
With everything riding on a razors-edge, and things that
have been portended coming to fruition, threatening both me and those I love,
I'm not sure if I'm strong enough to resist my fate. Or his charm.
If
I work with Lucien, it could mean the end for both of us.
If I
don't, those I love most will pay.
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Kristen Proby has published more than forty titles, many of which have hit the USA Today, New York Times and Wall Street Journal Bestsellers lists. She continues to self publish, best known for her With Me In Seattle and Boudreaux series, and is also proud to work with William Morrow, a division of HarperCollins, with the Fusion and Romancing Manhattan Series.
Kristen and her husband, John, make their home in her hometown of Whitefish, Montana with their two cats.
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Charles Scott glared down at him with a glint in his green eyes
that felt like a warning, and Jeremiah replayed in his head the man’s ambiguous
threat during their first meeting several weeks before.
“You now know as much about
this project as anyone else involved,” he’d
said. “It wouldn’t do to have too many people walking around with this kind
of information. Our investors have a tendency to get nervous.”
Although Scott had quickly
followed that remark with the matter of Jeremiah’s substantial compensation,
there was no mistaking the implication: the moment he’d been told about the
cloning project Jeremiah was already in. That first meeting hadn’t been an
invitation so much as an orientation, and the contract he’d later signed had
been a formality, at best. And the entire thing had done nothing but gain
momentum from that moment on.
Dr.
Pike continued to affix the wires to Jeremiah’s head. Jeremiah focused on the
man’s gleaming black hair and the deep brown of his sure, professional hands,
and he struggled to remember the allure of the $10 million payout he’d get at the end
of the whole thing. That kind of money could fix a lot of problems. It would
change things. The prospect of that fortune had been enough to make him turn
away from principles he thought were unshakable. Every man has his price, he
supposed.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he also acknowledged the real
temptation of a twelve-month sabbatical from his own life. It had seduced him every
bit as much as the money had. Maybe more. Between a job that had already begun
to make him question his own morals, and a marriage that felt increasingly
more like a lie, stress was eating him alive. And into his lap fell a chance to
just walk away from all of it—without consequence and without blame. A free
pass. He could simply walk away without anyone even knowing he was gone. There
isn’t a man alive, he told himself, who would have refused. Despite the ethical
question, despite that human cloning was illegal the world over, it would have
tempted anyone.
Dr. Pike injected the clone with Meld and then turned wordlessly
to Jeremiah with the second syringe poised above his left shoulder.
Jeremiah closed his eyes and rolled up his sleeve.
After the initial stab of the needle, he felt nothing. Which is
not to say he didn’t feel anything; he literally felt nothing.
Seconds after the injection, he became aware of a total emptiness, like a
towering black wave that threatened to sink him into an immeasurable void. The
experience was unlike anything he’d ever known. He imagined an astronaut
suddenly untethered from his ship, floating helplessly into unending darkness.
Without thinking, he immediately felt his body recoil. His mind screamed
against it.
I’m dying!
From
impossibly far away, he heard Dr. Pike say something about a heart rate and
felt the slight pressure of a hand on his shoulder. He couldn’t see
anything of the hospital room anymore. He was drowning in the blackness. His
chest felt suddenly constricted. He fought just to find his breath.
“This is all perfectly normal, Mr. Adams. You have nothing to
worry about. Concentrate on the sound of my voice. Nod if you can hear me.”
With considerable effort, Jeremiah managed what he hoped was a
nod of his head. He was suddenly gripped by the alarming certainty that if he
couldn’t communicate somehow, he’d be lost—swept away forever.
“Good. Good. Listen to my voice. It will keep you grounded.”
Pike still sounded far away, but Jeremiah nodded again and struggled to focus.
“What you are experiencing is to be expected. Do you remember when you took the
Meld with Dr. Young? Do you remember the way you could feel her thoughts for
the first few minutes?”
He nodded. It had been an unnerving thing to perceive her consciousness
mixing with his like that. Flashes from her mind—odd, alien things like the
feel of a blister on the back of her right heel, the familiar gleam in the eye
of an old man he’d never seen—had swirled into the very structure of his own
mind and fought for a place to settle. He had railed against that, too, and she
had grounded him by flashing a penlight in his face, making him focus on that
while the Meld took effect. Afterward, once he had sunk in, it had been easier.
“This is no different than what you experienced then,” Pike
said. “This time, though, you are connected to an empty mind. There’s nothing
there. But the more you resist, the longer this will take. You need to relax,
Mr. Adams. Give in to it.”
Jeremiah nodded again and then shook his head with as much grit
as he could muster. How does one give in to this? He didn’t think he could do
it.
“Once your thoughts begin
transferring into the mind of the clone it will be easier for you,” Pike urged.
“Focus on a memory, as I suggested. Something vivid. It will help to fill that
void you’re experiencing now. It will give you something to hang on to.”
Without the benefit of his full faculties, Jeremiah had little
choice but to grab the last thing he’d been thinking about—his initial
conversation with Charles Scott, the day all of this began.
He’d been surprised when he’d received an invitation to lunch
from ViMed’s head of Engineering. The man was an icon in the science world, and
although he’d quoted him a hundred times for the company, Jeremiah had never
actually met him. He’d been intrigued enough to accept the invitation,
especially when Scott had told him it involved a “proposition that could make
him a very wealthy man.”
Flashes of that encounter and snatches of conversation now
flitted through his mind like so many fireflies. He fought to catch them.
“We’ve been watching you, Mr.
Adams.”
“All we ask is one year of your
life. Isn’t that worth $10 million?”
“We can do this. The science
exists. And with Meld, the clone will even share your thought patterns… Your
own mother won’t know the difference.”
“This is sanctioned by powerful
people—we have millions in secret federal backing. There are billions more in
eventual funding… There’s no need to be so suspicious, Mr. Adams.”
From somewhere far away,
Jeremiah heard Dr. Pike repeating his name. He had been so engulfed in his
efforts to hold on to the memory that he’d almost forgotten where he was. As
soon as he realized it, the void loomed again in his mind.
“Mr.
Adams,” Pike said, “you’ve got to listen to me. The clone cannot pick up on any
memory of the experiment. What you’re thinking about is not going to help. You
need to think about something else, some memory that won’t be filtered. His
mind is still empty.”
Jeremiah panicked. He couldn’t think. And now that he wasn’t
focused on anything, the blackness began to take over again, creeping closer
and threatening to swallow him. He fought for breath.
“Relax, Mr. Adams,” Pike said. “Think about your job here at
ViMed. Remember something the clone can actually use. Something he’ll need to
know.”
He felt a dull jab at his shoulder.
“This should help. I’ve given you a mild sedative. Take a few
deep breaths. Concentrate on your breathing.”
With everything in him, Jeremiah tried to turn his mind away
from the void that seemed to be all around him. He inhaled deeply and tried to
focus on the rise of his own chest. Exhaled, and he felt his chest fall.
“Very good, Mr. Adams. Very good. Pulse is returning to normal.
Deep breaths. Now, think about a typical day at work. Something ordinary and
mundane.”
Inhale. Exhale. After a moment, Jeremiah began to relax and, as
the sedative took hold, he found he could let his mind wander without the
frantic thought that he’d never get it back. An oddly comforting fog seemed to
expand in front of him, pushing the blackness away slightly, and Jeremiah
retreated into it.
He began to think about the morning of the Meld fiasco—the day
the New Jersey housewife had killed herself. The press had been circling. He’d
arrived at his office with a terse mandate from his superiors to “get these
fuckers off our back” and no idea how to accomplish that. It hadn’t been lost
on him that not a single soul seemed bothered enough to stop and feel sorry
about it, and he’d taken a quick moment behind his office door to offer silent
condolences. It wasn’t thirty seconds before someone had come knocking,
pushing him to get something done.
Weeks before, he’d heard talk of Meld being used to detect brain
activity in a sixteen-year-old football player who had been comatose for nearly
six months. Time to cash in. He tracked down the doctor somewhere in Delaware
and the man started gushing about Meld, calling it “magical,” “a godsend” and
“the most important medical advance of a generation.”
“After so many weeks,” he said, “the parents were hopeless.”
Meld was a last resort before pulling the plug, and it gave them
the first clear signs of neural activity in the boy.
“Not only was he aware and awake in there, but he was cognizant
of everything that was going on around him—including the fact that his parents
were losing hope. He even heard them talking about funeral arrangements at one
point. The kid was scared, terrified. He was begging for his life in there.
That’s what I saw when I took the Meld with him. Meld absolutely saved his
life. There is no doubt in my mind.”
Jeremiah had almost smiled. It was pure gold. A few hours later,
the story was in the hands of every major news outlet, and that doctor was
spending his fifteen minutes of fame touting Meld as “a medical miracle.”
Jeremiah focused on that now. Maybe Meld did have some silver
lining, after all, he thought. Maybe it was
miraculous.
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Dillon McQueen: Babe. I promise. You want me.
Serena Jensen: Um, who are you?
There’s a legend at Waylon University: the first girl you kiss freshman year at the bonfire party is the one you’ll never forget. She’ll crawl under your skin and never leave. She’ll spark a passion so fierce you’ll burn the world down to possess her.
You might even put a ring on it.
As in all things with fate, timing is everything. That kiss can go horribly wrong. She might run in the opposite direction. And boy, did Serena run.
Dillon is Waylon’s hotshot quarterback with something to prove. All he wants is to graduate and make it to the NFL. What he doesn’t need is to finally meet the mystery girl he kissed at the bonfire freshman year. Isn’t it enough that she’s haunted his dreams for more than a thousand nights?
Fate laughs in his face when he runs into the quirky girl at the Piggly Wiggly. Surrounded by his entourage, he’s got all the Oreos in his cart; she gets revenge by buying every six-pack of his favorite beer.
Obviously, that legend is a curse. She’s not his type and hates him. Worst of all, how can she not remember him when she left a Serena-shaped hole in his heart for the past three years?
So why can’t he stop trying to win her?
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The kiss burns a hole right through me and blood rushes to my groin. I’m in
over my head—Who cares?—and I groan, deepening our connection. My hands slide
down her cheeks, her throat, then to her arms at her sides. Our joined breaths
mingling, I trace my thumbs over the rapid pulse in her wrists. My head swims
with images of her body draped on top of me—
A cry comes from her as she
breaks away from our kiss. “Jerk! Don’t do that. I don’t know you!”
“You
liked it, babe.”
“What? No.”
“I’m Dillon.”
“Um, I don’t care.
Step away.”
“What’s your name? You got a number?” Dillon McQueen does not
give up easily. When he sees what he wants, he goes after it. He also
sometimes talks about himself in the third person. “Are you a freshman? I play
football. Quarterback.” Usually that’s enough to catch a girl’s interest.
She
shakes her head, looking almost surprised as she touches her lips briefly. I
think she mutters pigskin-toting Casanova. Then, she flips around.
“No,
wait! Don’t go!” I say, reaching out for her, but she’s gone, daring one look
over her shoulder as she disappears into the crowd of people.
I take off
after her, navigating through the throng, jostling into dancers. One of them,
a big barrel-chested guy, shoves at me when I bump into him. I fall on my ass.
Heart pounding, I scramble back up, dirt and grass on me as I dart through the
crowd and look around. My height gives me a decent vantage point, but she’s
vanished.
Off in the distance, the football guys hoot my name, then chant
Venus over and over.
Well, hell. The bonfire got me good. She’s gone.
Legend
1, Dillon 0.
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Dillon McQueen: Babe. I promise. You want me.
Serena Jensen: Um, who are you?
There’s a legend at Waylon University: the first girl you kiss freshman year at the bonfire party is the one you’ll never forget. She’ll crawl under your skin and never leave. She’ll spark a passion so fierce you’ll burn the world down to possess her.
You might even put a ring on it.
As in all things with fate, timing is everything. That kiss can go horribly wrong. She might run in the opposite direction. And boy, did Serena run.
Dillon is Waylon’s hotshot quarterback with something to prove. All he wants is to graduate and make it to the NFL. What he doesn’t need is to finally meet the mystery girl he kissed at the bonfire freshman year. Isn’t it enough that she’s haunted his dreams for more than a thousand nights?
Fate laughs in his face when he runs into the quirky girl at the Piggly Wiggly. Surrounded by his entourage, he’s got all the Oreos in his cart; she gets revenge by buying every six-pack of his favorite beer.
Obviously, that legend is a curse. She’s not his type and hates him. Worst of all, how can she not remember him when she left a Serena-shaped hole in his heart for the past three years?
So why can’t he stop trying to win her?
Will this quarterback score the girl or make the biggest fumble of his life?
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Wall Street Journal, New York Times and USA Today best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills is best known for her angsty new adult romances and romantic comedies.
Eight of her eleven novels have placed in the Amazon Top 10 Best-seller List: Dirty English #1; Fake Fiancée and I Dare You #2; I Bet You, Filthy English, and Very Bad Things #6; Boyfriend Bargain #8; The Last Guy, her collaboration with Tia Louise, #4.
A former high school English teacher, she adores all things Pride and Prejudice, and of course, Mr. Darcy is her ultimate hero.
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Growing up, Griffin Thorne was the most annoying, adorable, and infuriating boy I’d ever met. I told myself I wanted nothing to do with him, but no matter how much I tried to hate him, that crazy boy somehow became my best friend.
As teenagers, we were inseparable. Despite the high school rumors, we never crossed any lines. Friends forever. That was our motto.
Griffin grew up to become a smoking hot firefighter and I got my dream job as the town librarian. Life was perfect. However, when tragedy strikes and we’re forced to move in together, our friendship is put to the biggest test yet.
Do I risk everything for the chance at an epic love? If I follow my heart, I could lose my best friend. But if it works, we could finally get our very own Happily Ever After.
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It doesn’t take long to get to Jack’s place. Griffin and he have been working
together for years. Jack has always been the biggest flirt and serial dater up
until he met Shelby. But in the span of the eighteen months, he met her, got
married in Vegas, and had a kid.
It was a quick courtship.
Shelby
works as an interior designer on the island. She fixes up huge houses for the
rich people who will only use them for a couple of months a year. The cookout
this weekend was her idea since starting Monday she’s finally back at work
since having their baby, Ava, two months ago. She doesn’t really have any
coworkers other than her assistant, Sarah, so Jack invited all the other
firefighters and their families over too.
We park on the street along
with a half dozen other trucks and a few minivans from the family men. He’s
out of the truck and over on my side before I can even get my things
together.
“Hand it over,” he demands, his palm up waiting for me to
comply.
I play dumb, wide eyes and innocence on my face. “What are you
talking about?” I climb down the too big truck, trying desperately not to fall
over . . . again.
“The book that’s hiding in your bag, Leni.” He points
to the tote bag hanging to my side. “Come on now, give it to me. Easiest way
for you not to give in to the desire to hide and read is to remove
the temptation.”
“I left my book at home. Remember, you saw me set it
down.” I play dumb.
“I’ve known you since we were nine. If you think I
don’t know that you have a backup book in that bag, then you’re dead
wrong.”
“Ugh!” I sigh dramatically as I pull out my well-loved copy of
Emma and place it in his hand. He gently tosses it onto my seat, and I smack
his shoulder as he does. He knows better than to throw around my books.
“Great,
now the Kindle.” His voice is stern, and I know he means it.
“Seriously?
Griffin, this is not cool. I’m a grown woman. I can go a few hours without
reading.”
“Sure, you can. But I know you’ll get overwhelmed by the chaos
that is definitely happening in there and you’ll retreat to a quiet corner.”
He leans in close enough to me that I can smell his subtle cologne and shoves
his hand deep into the tote, pulling my Kindle out in one fast swipe.
“Don’t
you firefighters take obeying the law seriously?” I snark at him. “Seems to me
you’re stealing my possessions and my lifeline.”
“Sue me. Hell, march
downtown and file a report with any cop there. Good luck getting them to
pursue it. I think they have much bigger fish to fry than me holding onto your
electronics while we are at a social gathering. Don’t you think?”
“Grrr,”
I growl at him before stomping off toward the gate with him on my heels.
Before I can even acknowledge what is happening, he’s caught up to me and has
me caged between him and the gate. I work hard to steady my breath, refusing
to let him see how his closeness affects me. I feel his hand slide into the
back pocket of my overalls. As quick as it’s there, it’s gone, along with my
cell phone. The backup to my backup plan.
“I told you, Leni, I know you.
You can have this with your Kindle app back on the way home!” he yells out to
me as I let the gate behind me slam in front of him.
With a huff, I turn,
open the gate, and storm angrily through it. Caught in a fit of laughter, he
stands there watching me leave him behind. With the loud sound of the metal
gate slamming behind me mixed with the booming laughter coming from Griffin,
the party seems to come to a complete standstill.
Great . . . everyone is
looking my way and my first instinct is to turn and run. But to prove to him I
can do this, I stand tall, throw my long red hair over my shoulder, and march
myself over to Shelby.
About Miranda
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herself about the calories in donuts and banana pudding, as well as running
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