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<\/a><\/center>Welcome to the Weekend Writing Warriors blog hop! Every week writers share 8-10 sentences from their work.<\/p>\nLast week’s excerpt from Wild Witches of Beaver Bay 1: Mysti and Starr ended with Starr injured during a storm. This week picks up there.<\/p>\n
Thank you for stopping by!<\/p>\n
Excerpt:<\/strong><\/p>\n He pushed forward as quickly and carefully as he could with a sprained ankle.<\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n Squinting through the storm, he noticed a clearing in the distance, surrounding a lake or bay.<\/p>\n \u201cHey!\u201d<\/p>\n That wasn\u2019t a spirit voice, but human.<\/p>\n \u201cHey, you! Dude!\u201d<\/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