End of summer. It always comes way too fast. I had a lot of plans and managed to get only some of them done. How about you?

I love summertime in New Hampshire (I can say that for just about every season, though!), and in the summer I love being outside, except during a thunderstorm (we’ve had a few of those over the past several days). I don’t like being caught in a storm like that while camping. That’s what happens to Starr at the beginning of Wild Witches of Beaver Bay 1. He’s been called to the woods to meet his destined mate and is about to set up camp, but things don’t go his way. His first meeting with Mysti is definitely not what he imagined.

Excerpt from Wild Witches of Beaver Bay 1: Mysti and Starr:

Starr tried to calm his mind and listen for guidance. Instinct told him to try the path, illusion or not, and he had long ago learned to listen to his instincts.

He took a step and his ankle nearly buckled.

Great.

He pushed forward as quickly and carefully as he could with a sprained ankle.

Something too warm for rain trickled down the back of his neck. He swiped it and looked at his bloodstained hand. Rain pelted it, diluting the blood. Dragging his hand along his denim-clad thigh, he limped on.

Squinting through the storm, he noticed a clearing in the distance, surrounding a lake or bay.

“Hey!”

That wasn’t a spirit voice, but human.

“Hey, you! Dude!”

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.”

I hope you enjoyed the excerpt, and I hope whatever summer plans you had went your way!
Kate

Wild Witches of Beaver Bay 1: Mysti and Starr

Coming on August 23rd from Changeling Press.

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.

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