You didn’t think I’d leave you hanging after the last sneak peek into Bewitching Fire, did you? Here’s Krystal and Devin’s first date in Chapter 3. Enjoy!
On principle, Krystal generally refused to wear black clothes. There was too much hype around witches and the color black, but when Sierra walked into her bedroom with stunning, midnight black dress from her own closet, Krystal could hardly turn her down. She had been going out of her mind trying to find the perfect outfit ever since she came home around four o’clock.
Her own closet was filled with long skirts, loose blouses, and warm sweaters of earth tone shades that were far too casual for a date like this. It was just Mama Pazzini’s, a place she had been going to with her family since she was little, but she wasn’t looking to impress Mr. and Mrs. Pazzini. It was Devin she needed to impress. Though, she had probably done that already.
She stood in front of the full-length mirror and twirled a bit before fingering the lacey, scalloped neckline that came off the shoulders. The long sleeves would ensure she wouldn’t get too cold, but she worried about her legs that were exposed from the knees down. She normally never wore anything with a hem that high.
“Don’t even worry about your knobby knees,” Sierra slated from her open doorway. “It looks great on you.”
After a few magical alterations to the bust and waistline, yes, it did look great. Krystal would have to let it out again when she took it off at the end of the evening. She looked to her older sister who was a hair taller than herself and wondered how this dress was supposed to look on her.
“It’s not too suggestive, is it?” Krystal winced, pinching at the hemline.
“Honey, even if it is, would that be such a bad thing?”
Krystal let out a nervous laugh. “I don’t even know.”
Sierra flipped her wavy, chestnut brown hair over her shoulder and leaned against the doorframe. “You said this guy was hot, so what’s the problem?”
“Sierra,” Krystal said, walking barefoot across the hardwood floor. “I know plenty about magic and making coffee, but I don’t know the first thing about men. I haven’t gone on a date in like, four years and mom set me up for that one.”
Her older sister grimaced. “Yeah, but that warlock wasn’t exactly a good match for you. It sounds like you and Devin have some real chemistry.”
Here’s chapter 3 of my most recent paranormal romance I’ve entitled “Howls in the Night”. If you remember from a past blog, Erica and Dominic met in his antique shop and he gave her a special gift. This is the aftermath of that act of generosity, and it tells a little more about Dominic as the Prime Alpha wolf shifter of Tolstone.
As Dominic locked up the shop, he cursed himself for his behavior again. Not only did he just give away a valuable piece of merchandise, but hindsight allowed him to see that he had been blatantly flirting with a customer. He wanted to justify his actions. He wanted to make some excuse that the way she looked at him with those mystifying hazel eyes made him lose his mind. The way she walked into his shop, bringing with her that presence that drove him wild and calmed him all at the same time both confused and startled him.
She did all those things and so much more, but no amount of logic could save him from kicking himself ever since she turned the corner and walked away. Erica Barrett was a breath of fresh air and quite possibly the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. The way the sunset brought out the fine, natural golden highlights in her chestnut braid that hung over her shoulder, the way she smiled to reveal the cutest pair of dimples in Tolstone, how her clothes hung in just the right way over her curves to make him want to reach out and grab her about the waist.
Oh, how he wished there weren’t rules to dictate what he could and could not do with a perfect stranger. He would have broken every one of them if he thought he could. He had never felt this drawn to any woman before, so curious to know more about her and who she was. Maybe it was the stress getting to him. He was under so much pressure that it was liable to break him like this.
Dominic pulled on the door handle to make sure it was firmly locked and turned toward Second Avenue, almost following in Erica’s footsteps. He passed by the display window where the Rolleiflex used to be. It had been a gift to his grandfather from a German alpha that took refuge in Tolstone after moving his pack to the states to escape the chaos of World War II. His father hated to put it up for sale after his grandfather passed, and so did Dominic, but realistically he wouldn’t have used it for anything. He didn’t even have any film, but something told him that he had sold it to a worthy customer.
Erica blew him away with her knowledge of the camera’s history and if he hadn’t been swept off his feet by that quiet strength she seemed to exude, then her little recitation would have surely done it. There were few within his pack who appreciated history as much as Dominic, and to find someone else who took the time to study something restored his faith in humanity – just a little.
It was likely they would meet again, especially if she had just moved to Tolstone. Cole and Hank had told him someone new was coming into town today, but he didn’t expect it to be a woman with so much fire behind her eyes.
He had been taught that women were meant to be taken care of. They needed husbands, fathers, brothers, or alphas to look after them and ensure that they were safe at all times. Dominic was trained up in the gentlemanly fashion by his father, who was educated by his father before him. The former Prime Alpha of Tolstone must have been rolling in his grave the way Dominic didn’t offer to walk Erica home, but there was more to consider.
If he had taken Erica home, it was likely that he wouldn’t have left. Dominic was also taught how to read and interpret body language. He could look at the simple way a person stood and understand their intentions. It was a useful skill for what he had to do every day with the packs that took refuge in Tolstone. And if Dominic was as versed as he believed himself to be, this attraction was not one sided. Erica might have invited him in for coffee, he would graciously accept, one thing would lead to another and…
Dominic felt his jeans tighten at the thought of it as he shoved his hands deeper into his jacket pockets. No, he couldn’t have that. This was just as phase. A burning curiosity over someone he hadn’t met before. It didn’t happen often. Actually, it never happened at all. There was something about Erica that fascinated him, but there was nothing in her conversation that would have instigated such desires. They were polite, professional, and the meeting was too brief. Far too brief. Continue reading
Here’s chapter 2 of my witchy romance, Bewitching Fire. Chapter 1 can be found further down in the blogs.
From the moment Aaron and his new partner stepped into the coffee shop, Krystal could feel a disturbance in the air, as if it had been electrified. That same energy pulsed through her skin, seeping into her bloodstream. When she looked to the front door and realized the strange force was wafting off the unfamiliar, hot cop standing next to Aaron, Krystal was ready to vault over the counter to tackle him.
Damn he was fine. The police department jacket he wore did little to hide his strong, built frame beneath. His arms alone bulged against his sleeves and she nearly salivated at the way his button-down black uniform shirt hugged his trim waist. His square jaw was covered in a layer of dark scruff that must have broken some kind of police department dress code. All of their other cops were clean shaven, including Aaron. His short black hair looked soft and Krystal wished she could run her fingers through it.
She wasn’t so sure she could keep her composure when he stepped up to the counter. Those blue eyes were so easy to get lost in that she completely forgot her hands had been shaking up until that moment. Talking to him came easier than she anticipated, and a warmth spread across her body whenever he gave her that smoldering look.
He looked every inch a cop, but talked just like any other regular guy. She loved that. With Aaron being an exception, some cops came into the shop with poles up their asses when they were on duty, like they weren’t allowed to socialize like a normal human just because they were wearing a badge. Though she was a serious kind of girl, she hated when people took themselves too seriously.
She couldn’t deny that something happened while they exchanged their banter about coffee. Something deep within her seemed to awaken, and a whole new woman came out. She was on the clock with a long line of waiting customers to attend to, but it might as well have been like the whole world didn’t exist as long as Devin was gazing at her like that, so intense and fixated.
Long after the two cops left, Krystal could still feel that fire burn in her chest, threatening to consume every bit of logical reasoning she possessed. She had never been so drawn to a man before, never craved his company like she did with Devin. If they still weren’t in the middle of the morning rush, she would have thrown her apron at her two friends and ran out the door to chase after him. What she would do when she caught him inspired a whole new level of excitement.
The moment Krystal could take a break from taking orders, she took a long, cold drink of water to douse the blaze Devin had ignited. They were still in the middle of their morning rush and if Krystal didn’t cool off, she might have needed to run home and grab a change of panties. That’s how much Devin drove her crazy. And they didn’t even know each other that well.
Things finally began to slow down around eleven that morning and Krystal turned to see her two friends fixing themselves another cup of coffee.
“How many did you do today?” she asked with a serious drop in her tone as she folded her arms. She knew that both Valerie and Alexa could hear the customers as Krystal greeted them. She knew some had expressed their personal issues, but she had never given them the cue to whip up a special cup.
Alexa slipped a furtive glance to Valerie. “Nothing for me.”
Valerie didn’t look sheepish at all about it. “I did three,” she proclaimed as she claimed the honors of picking up the chalk board and scoring the first tick marks of the day. “Mrs. Gregory said her carpal tunnel was acting up again and Doctor Jones was panicking over a new surgery technique he had to learn for a patient next Friday. The last one was Maggie and you heard her talking about how freaked out she was over her dog going missing. I slipped her a tiny charm just to calm her nerves.”
Krystal crooked any eyebrow. “Your memory is impeccable, but you do realize we still have half a day left to go.”
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