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<\/a><\/center>Hello! It’s time for the Weekend Writing Warriors blog hop! Every week writers share 8-10 sentences from their work.<\/p>\nI’m continuing where I left off last week with a scene from Wild Witches of Beaver Bay 1: Mysti and Starr.<\/p>\n
Thank you for stopping by!<\/p>\n
Excerpt:<\/strong><\/p>\n He tasted blood and spat a mouthful while pushing himself to his hands and knees. From what he could tell, he had cuts and bruises, but no breaks.<\/p>\n Blinded by rain and wind, he glanced around, dazed. He started climbing up the slippery incline, but fell again. Maybe it was an optical illusion, but he thought a path led off to his left. 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.<\/p>\n He took a step and his ankle nearly buckled.<\/p>\n Great.<\/p>\n Mysti and Starr (Wild Witches of Beaver Bay 1)<\/strong> A blazing trail only he can see leads demon hunting biker Starr Johanson to his destined mate. A blessing placed on her family\u2019s ancestral land summons Mysti Wild to the cabin where she\u2019ll meet the man fated to share her life.<\/p>\n Each fears the other will be frightened by magic they don\u2019t understand, but they quickly learn to trust each other, because no one can resist the person they were born to love.<\/p>\n
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\nby Kate Hill<\/p>\n