and open it to find… gold. At first that’s all I see. I spy a chain, and I carefully lift it. Is it jewelry?
No, it’s too big for that. With a smile, Trace takes one end of the chain and holds it up while I lift the other. “Oh!”
The brass shapes dangling from the chain are moons… starting from a sliver of an old moon, then a waning crescent, slightly bigger waning moons, a full moon in the center and then waxing crescents, thirteen moons in all.
“It’s beautiful,” I breathe, hardly able to take my eyes off it. “I love it.” I lift my gaze to meet Trace’s eyes.
He smiles. “Good.”
“Where did you get it?”
“I made it.”
My eyes bug out. “Really? That’s amazing!”
“I learned some new magic skills.”
I grin. “You did a fantastic job. This is truly gorgeous.” I touch my fingers to a shiny brass shape.
“I thought it would look good above the fireplace.” He nods his head.
“Oh. Yes, it would. But is it for me or for you?” I tease.
“It’s for you. And you could see it all the time if you lived here.”
I lower my chin, and give him a half-smiling look. “Oh really?”
“Yes.” He takes the other end of the chain and carefully sets the creation back in the box. “Will you move in here? With me and Cheddar?”
Asleep on the rug, Cheddar’s ears twitch.
“I would love to.”
Trace sets the box aside, going to his knees in front of me where I sit. He takes my hands. “I love you. I want you in my life all the time.”
“I want that too. I love you too.” As I study his handsome, beloved face, I’m taken back to that night at the Singing Horse. I stare into his gold-and-emerald-flecked eyes, remembering what he told me.
Nothing’s ever perfect. No family is perfect. And sometimes love is painful. You just have to have the courage to open your mind and your heart to the possibilities.
And like that night, I feel dazzled. Hypnotized. Enchanted.
“Are you putting a spell on me?” I whisper.
His smile melts my heart. “There’s no such thing as a love spell. This is all us.”
I remember thinking that night I never should have done the DNA test. There were other moments I questioned that decision. Life is full of choices. I could have followed the path I knew and accepted my life as it was. But something inside me spurred me to make decisions that would chart a new course. And yes, it will not always be perfect, this strange and wonderful path I’m on. But I’m on it with Trace and my family and my friends. It’s not finding the answers to all my questions—looking for the answers to all my questions is what life is all about.
Thank you so much for reading Big Witch Energy! If you like standalone romances with heat, heart, and humor, check out Firecracker!
Arden Lennox’s charmed life may be in pieces, but she’d sooner get her hoohaw bleached than move back in with her parents. She’s no longer the prom-queen princess married to the football star. She’s a broke, penniless widow, and it’s time she stood on her own two feet.
An under-construction unit in a quaint Chicago brownstone is cheap (free), but it comes with an unexpected surprise. Tyler Ramirez, her brother’s gawky high school best friend, is now a smoking hot firefighter who spends most of his spare time in her unit hammering, drilling, and screwing. Usually with his shirt off—a temptation she has no intention of indulging.
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Excerpt from Firecracker by Kelly Jamieson
Tyler rolled out of bed at the crack of noon on Sunday.
Hey, he’d just come off a twenty-four-hour shift. He’d only had a few hours’ sleep due to not one but three drug overdoses they’d had to respond to…typical Saturday night. He’d crawled into bed when he got home at eight thirty to grab a few more z’s.
He yawned and stretched as he walked naked to the bathroom to crank on the shower. After that and a pot of coffee, he’d be good to go.
Two full days off stretched ahead of him. A gorgeous summer Sunday, judging from the bright sunlight streaming in the bathroom window. He’d see what Jamie and Mila were up to; maybe they’d hit the beach or something.
After a shower and a rub of a towel to his hair, he started coffee then returned to the bedroom to pull on a pair of loose athletic shorts and a