A Dragon's Heart (18 page)
Authors: Jana Leigh,Willow Brooke
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Excerpt from Challenging Love
The Drekinn Book Five
By Jana Leigh
“You mean to tell me that all this time we have been working against ourselves? I know her, you know her, we can remember some of it but why not all of it? Where are the others?” Pilar said frustrated. “Freakin’ hundreds of years and we are just now getting it? We have an enemy we never even knew we had.”
“No,” Brooks said as he stepped into the room. “No, someone was working against you, but not to hurt you, to protect you. There is a spell, I can feel it, and we need to unlock it. It seems like they are allowing us to see one step at a time, I don’t know how but they are. We need to talk to her.”
Pilar glared at her mate, he had just as much of a secret as she did, it was truly going to suck talking to Calli, Rissa, and Cherri. Brooks had taken the easy way out and disappeared for weeks on end, because he was trying to find an answer to why they couldn’t remember certain things. Well it was a fucking stupid question, and an even stupider answer. To top it all off, he was looking gorgeous and sexy even though the mating pull had been wearing on both of them, hadn’t it?
“Great, now you want to talk to me?” Pilar scoffed.
“Look, I told you it wasn’t time, then. Now it is, can’t you feel it. He is our mate, and he is dying, unless we figure out what the hell they did to him, we will lose him. I am not willing to let that happen. Now, work with me!” Brooks barked. Pilar narrowed her gaze at her dumbass mate. She was going to do some serious damage to him, including kicking his perfectly sculpted ass.
“Ha, for years you have been ignoring our bond, and now you want to use it like a fucking talisman. Forget it, I will find a way to save him and you can go and fuck yourself. I am sick of you thinking I can be put on hold forever. This was my life you were fucking with, mine!” Pilar screamed.
“And I have suffered just as much, but we had to wait. Our mate was not here yet,” Brooks said gruffly.
“Oh please, you didn’t want to bother because you wanted to do what you wanted when you wanted and how you wanted. Don’t try to sugarcoat this shit,” Pilar said and Phillip held up his hand.
“I think I am gonna give you guys some space here to deal with this. Sister, call me when you are ready,” Phillip said, laughed, and went to Brooks and patted him on the shoulder. “Good luck with that. Remember—she can breathe fire.”
Excerpt from Releasing the Spirit
Twisted Fate Book Two
By Willow Brooke
Zarah had awoke at the continual sound of cabinets being slammed and dishes rattled. Tonight, the unworldly things that took up residency in her home took it a step further. They had graduated rapidly from the ordinary books flying off the shelves to lights coming on and doors locking by themselves to dirty place settings and half eaten food lying on the table. Tonight, she had been attacked. While in the shower, something had locked her in the glass stall and turned off the cold water, scolding her skin. Due to all of the what if scenarios she had went over and over in her mind from the numerous horror movies she watched, she had instinctively used her elbow to shatter the glass and escape before any seriously injuries occurred. With blood running down her arm, she ran. Things started to fly at her violently, and somehow what she had concluded was a poltergeist was able to make physical contact with her despite the beliefs that they couldn’t. Scratches raked down her cheek, dripping blood and burning enough to make her totally aware of it despite the fear fest she faced.
She’d grown used to the apparitions that shared the nineteenth century hotel with her, and had learned to coincide with them harmoniously up until now. For the most part the premonitions she saw and heard were friendly, or just wanted attention and to be noticed. The grand ballroom that once was filled with couples dancing on the old wooden floor was now occupied with the same crowd and music—only in a more translucent form than before. She had stepped into the room on many occasions and been knocked smack dab in the middle of a formal ball, going unnoticed as couples walked around and through her carrying on. The strange thing was, she hadn’t been startled in the least. Her entire life she had experienced contact of all sorts with things of the unknown. From early on, Zarah had been different, but chalked it up to having more intuition than others.
Now, clad in nothing more than a black bath towel, she stood out at the end of the driveway shivering, waiting for Jessa. Between the smorgasbord of paranormal magic fairytale stuff the huge group all contained, surely they could figure out how to rid the only place she could afford to live of the dead people, right?
The longer she stood there, the more frightened she became. It was in the middle of the night, and here she stood like some overzealous hooker already cleaned, naked, and ready to go.
Ok, I have to stop. I live in a great neighborhood. The small little town is safe. Nothing happens here, ever. Maybe it does...and we don’t hear about it? Or the whole town is involved in some way like the Hills Have Eyes type deal? Shit! I don’t want to die being dipped in hot wax and left to suffer for weeks or months before my body shuts down.
I have to get out of here now!
Zarah did a little shiver shake, shimmying from her toes to her nose, and back again. Okay, so maybe her addiction to horror movies might have a tad bit to do with tonight.
The ghosts are real, that's a fact…but maybe the evil ones came for help or to hurt because I can speak to them and they understand...vice versa…
Her neighborhood was a newly developing site, with only a few houses scattered down one road and another in construction. The company that had recently bought the area had demolished most of the old original stores and businesses that had once stood, leaving only a few remaining to add charm to the housing area the builders were set to build. The old hotel happened to sit at the end of the street surrounded by woods on two sides, and more than one rubble lot surrounding it. What once was an old church house, was now a pile of wood and stone that was set to be a three bedroom, two-story house.
Damn spooky if anyone asked her.
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