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<\/a><\/center>It’s time for the Weekend Writing Warriors blog hop in which writers share 8-10 sentences from their work.<\/p>\nThis excerpt from Wild Witches of Beaver Bay 1: Mysti and Starr continues with Starr injured during a storm in the woods. Help is on the way.<\/p>\n
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Excerpt:<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cInside where?\u201d Starr demanded.<\/p>\n \u201cMy cabin. This way.\u201d She left at a run and Starr hopped after her. Pain shot through his ankle and up his leg with every step.<\/p>\n The woman turned, looking frustrated, and ran back to him. \u201cSorry. You\u2019re hurt. The cabin is right up there. Shit!\u201d She jumped again when more lightning struck.<\/p>\n That’s 10, but if you’d like to continued, here’s a bit more:<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cGo ahead,\u201d he said. \u201cI\u2019ll catch up.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLean on me.\u201d 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, \u201cLet\u2019s go.\u201d<\/p>\n Hopping on one foot was easier with her to steady him. Before Starr knew it, they\u2019d reached the cabin. It was warm from the fire burning in the living room hearth. To his right was a pantry and kitchen and to his left a wooden staircase leading to a loft.<\/p>\n \u201cCome and sit,\u201d she said, slipping away from him to remove her hat and coat and hang them on a nearby hook. \u201cI\u2019ll get my first aid kit.\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