Wild Witches of Beaver Bay (Collection)
by Kate Hill
Series: Wild Witches of Beaver Bay
Universe: Pandemonium
Format(s): Ebook
Heat Level: Erotic
Pairing(s): M/F
Genre/Themes: Paranormal
Length: Novella
Cover Art: Bryan Keller
Purchase Links: Changeling Press
The Wild women know no one can resist the person they were born to love.
Mysti and Starr: A blazing trail only he can see leads demon-hunting biker Starr Johanson to his destined mate. A blessing placed on her family’s ancestral land summons Mysti Wild to the cabin where she’ll meet the man fated to share her life.
Spirits of Christmas: Twenty-five years ago a brutal murder was committed at the house where Christa Wild works. This Christmas she stays behind, hoping the spirits will help her regain her psychic powers. Action star Joel Connor is plagued by flashbacks of a gruesome attack that destroyed his family. This Christmas, Joel returns to the house where it happened to face the ghosts of the past, but finds he is not alone.
Trinity and Jeff: Trinity believes the Wild family magic has called her home to meet her soulmate. Instead she finds danger at every turn, but she won’t have to face it alone. Jeff faces the supernatural to protect Trinity and convince her once and for all that they belong together.
Amelia and Orion: Demon. Vampire. Human. Orion is all three. From the moment he met Amelia Wild, his heart has belonged to her, but he doesn’t have the luxury of falling in love. Amelia Wild has loved Orion for years. But when his emotional restraint becomes too much, Amelia heads home to get in touch with her magical roots. Lost without her, Orion follows Amelia to her family cabin. Will the irritable demon and his brilliant witch finally surrender to the powerful attraction they share?
Excerpts
From Mysti and Starr:
Starr slipped and tumbled down a rocky, leaf-strewn decline. For several seconds he could only grunt and try to roll with the fall. He landed on his stomach, the wind momentarily knocked out of him. 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.
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.
He took a step and his ankle nearly buckled.
Great.
He pushed forward as quickly and carefully as he could with a sprained ankle.
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.
Squinting through the storm, he noticed a clearing in the distance, surrounding a lake or bay.
“Hey!”
That wasn’t a spirit voice, but human.
“Hey, you! Dude!”
Starr turned and saw a woman approaching. She wore a yellow fisherman-style raincoat and hat that left half her face in shadow.
She approached and Starr hobbled toward her.
“Hi,” he said. When she tilted her amber gaze to his, Starr’s heart skipped a beat.
He smiled faintly.
So she’s why I’m here.
From Trinity and Jeff:
Terror and rage overcame Jeff. He had to get back inside, but the doors were locked. He ran to the shed near the cabin, grabbed an axe and raced back to the house. He broke the living room window and climbed in, the axe in hand.
Mysti sat at the bottom of the stairs where Trinity lay, unconscious. The hairy demon loomed above them, growling. Its gaze shifted instantly to Jeff and it lunged at him. He swung the axe, but the demon dodged it and lashed out, its claws sweeping Jeff’s shoulder, leaving bloody, stinging trails across his flesh. Jeff had no time to think about it. He swung the axe again and again. The beast ducked and swiped. It managed to grab hold of the axe handle, its claws sinking into Jeff’s hands and wrists. Jeff bellowed, but held fast, though the powerful creature might rip his arms off.
Mysti, who had grabbed a poker from the hearth, struck the beast in the back of the head. It growled and released one hand from the axe to swipe at her. Jeff kicked it several times in the gut. Mysti kept swinging the poker and Jeff gave the beast a final hard kick in its hairy balls. It howled and staggered backward.
“Jeff,” Trinity said weakly just before he swung hard at the beast. It raised its arm and the axe blade cut to the bone.
The beast howled again.
Mike burst through the door, his dark eyes shining with a weird amber glow. He looked different somehow — almost demonic himself. Growling deep in his chest, he approached the severely wounded creature.
“Finish me,” the demon’s deep voice trembled. It cradled its half-severed arm. “Better to die than live with this failure.”
“Yeah. We’re going to talk more about that,” Mike said, his voice also deeper than usual.
“Kill me!”
Panting, his teeth grinding and his hands tight on the axe, Jeff loomed over the creature. He’d love to give the beast what it asked for.
The creature lifted its pain-glazed eyes toward Jeff. “You’re no witch or shifter. What are you?”
“Just a guy with an axe.”
From Spirits of Christmas:
In the kitchen down the hall, Christa took her phone out of her pocket, placed it on the counter, and turned on her favorite music app. She selected her Christmas play list and soon she was singing along with carols while mixing cookie dough.
Before long, she had a batch in the oven. The scent of warm chocolate filled the kitchen. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply.
“Mmm. Can’t wait for those to be finished, but in the meantime –” She sat at the table, pulled out her red glitter pen, and wrote notes in her Christmas cards. She’d mail them tomorrow and her family should get them in time for the holiday.
What was that?
She looked up from her cards, paused her music, and strained to listen. Had that been a car door closing?
“You’re getting paranoid, Christa. Get a grip, girl.”
Even if there was a car thief, in this neighborhood they wouldn’t go for her little economy car, but one of the pricey ones parked in front of the other huge houses down the street.
She nearly resumed the music app, but something didn’t feel right. Instead, she pocketed her phone, reached for the nearby frying pan, and stood. On her way to the foyer, her heart pounded. Was this how it happened to those poor people all those years ago? Had they heard their killer approach, or had he taken them totally by surprise?
The key turned in the door. Christa furrowed her brow. Only other members of staff had a key. Someone must have forgotten something and returned for it.
“Hello?” Christa tried to sound firm. “Who’s there? I’m warning you, I’m armed.”
“Then I’m calling the cops, because you’re trespassing on my property.”
That calm, precise male voice wasn’t familiar to Christa, yet for some strange reason, she recognized it. She had never met the owner of the house, but she knew that he neither lived in nor rented it. Was it possible that he had decided to visit today? If so, he probably hadn’t expected any servants to be here. They were supposed to be on Christmas vacation.
“How do I know you’re the owner?”
The door burst open, slamming into Christa and knocking her onto the wooden floor. She landed, her scream turning to a grunt. Her frying pan flew from her hand and landed out of reach. Cold wind and snow swirled around the slim man in a black coat and gloves who stood over her. Ice crystals covered his sleek, dark hair. A fierce expression on his angular face, he glanced around the foyer. Blue-gray eyes, like slivers of crystal, glanced from Christa to the frying pan. Not only did he sound familiar, but he looked familiar, too.
“Is that your weapon?” He didn’t smile, but she sensed his amusement. “I think if I were in the kitchen, I’d have picked up a knife instead, but whatever.” He held up his keys. “Like I said, I own the house. What’s your excuse for being here?”
From Amelia and Orion:
Flames burst around them and something powerful flung them apart. Orion landed on his back. He pushed himself up quickly, but Amelia was already on her feet, sprinting through the flames.
“Amelia!” He raced after her, scarcely noticing that the fire didn’t burn when he passed. Smaller fires littered the forest.
“Orion!” she screamed. He followed her voice. “Orion, I need you! Please come!”
“Where are you, Amelia? Amelia!” He ran, his breathing ragged. Trees lashed his naked body. He couldn’t move as quickly as he wanted because the muddy ground swallowed him to his ankles.
“Amelia!”
“Orion!” That wasn’t her voice. It was Starr.
“Wake up.” That was Lucas. His friends leaned over him, shaking him.
“What the hell?” Orion pushed himself to his elbows, still breathing hard. His heart raced and only one thought remained clear in his mind. He knew where she was and where he had to go. He stood quickly and headed toward the house. “I have to leave.”
“Leave? Where to?” Starr demanded.
“To Amelia. Right now.”
“How auspicious,” Lucas said.
“We got a call from Trinity. Something happened in Massachusetts,” Starr told him.
Orion wondered if a person could still remain upright when his heart was no longer beating. “To Amelia?”
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