Some people get spring fever, but I always get autumn fever. I love the turning leaves, chilly nights, and pumpkins. Halloween is my favorite holiday. Though I’ll watch horror movies any time, there is something about the Halloween season that makes watching scary movies more fun than usual. It’s also a great time of year to read favorite scary stories. Halloween decorations are the best. Some I keep out all year round, but others I save for October.
Around this time of year, even writing is more fun. Currently, I’m working on a Christmas story, but it has a horror twist. It’s also part of my Wild Witches of Beaver Bay series. Mysti and Starr, the first book in the series, was released earlier this year. It’s about a woman descended from a long line of witches who finds out that her soulmate is a demon-hunting biker.
I hope you enjoy this excerpt from Mysti and Starr.
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Mysti and Starr (Wild Witches of Beaver Bay 1)
by Kate Hill
A blazing trail only he can see leads demon hunting biker Starr Johanson to his destined mate. A blessing placed on her family’s ancestral land summons Mysti Wild to the cabin where she’ll meet the man fated to share her life.
Each fears the other will be frightened by magic they don’t understand, but they quickly learn to trust each other, because no one can resist the person they were born to love.
Starr turned and saw a woman approaching. She wore a yellow fisherman-style raincoat and hat that left half her face in shadow.
She approached and Starr hobbled toward her.
“Hi,” he said. When she tilted her amber gaze to his, Starr’s heart skipped a beat.
He smiled faintly.
So she’s why I’m here.
Still staring at him, she swallowed and drew a deep breath through parted lips.
“We’d better get inside before we get struck or something,” she said, glancing around and jumping a bit when sheet lighting illuminated the woods.
“Inside where?” Starr demanded.
“My cabin. This way.” She left at a run and Starr hopped after her. Pain shot through his ankle and up his leg with every step.
The woman turned, looking frustrated, and ran back to him. “Sorry. You’re hurt. The cabin is right up there. Shit!”
She jumped again when more lightning struck.
“Go ahead,” he said. “I’ll catch up.”
“Lean on me.” She stepped closer, wedging her firm little body against his and wrapping an arm snugly around his waist. He draped his arm over her shoulder and she said, “Let’s go.”
Hopping on one foot was easier with her to steady him. Before Starr knew it, they’d reached the cabin. It was warm from the fire burning in the living room hearth. To his right was a pantry and kitchen and to his left a wooden staircase leading to a loft.
“Come and sit,” she said, slipping away from him to remove her hat and coat and hang them on a nearby hook. “I’ll get my first aid kit.”
Starr took off his jacket and hung it on another hook before limping to the couch. It was soft and covered with a plaid quilt. Soaked and bleeding as he was, he’d mess it up.
“Why are you still standing?” she asked, approaching with towels and a first aid kit.
She was cute. No makeup. Big amber eyes. A longish nose and lips that he already wanted to kiss. Her dark, curly hair was tied in a loose bun on top of her head.
“I’m wet and bleeding,” Starr said, again reaching for the back of his neck where blood still trickled steadily.
“Which is why you need to sit your butt down. Now.”
She was sort of bossy, and that could be both fun and annoying. Starr did what she told him and asked, “What’s your name?”
It was almost stupid, that he didn’t know her name, but he knew she was meant for him.
“Mysti,” she said, snapping on plastic gloves and standing over him to inspect the back of his head. “And yours?”
She smiled. “Is that your real name?”
“Yeah, it’s my real name. Is Mysti yours?”
“I wasn’t trying to be a smartass. You have a nasty cut right behind your ear.” Mysti pressed a towel to the spot. “Hold that so I can check out your ankle.”
Mysti and Starr is available from Changeling Press.