Synopsis
People call me all sorts of names—bad girl, black sheep, and my all-time favorite...Satan’s bride. I could blame the fact I’m a witch for my behavior, but the truth is I’m infuriating, arrogant, and stab-worthy.
Alex Remington is a hunter and everything I’m not—righteous, honest, caring. We used to have a thing, but that was before he learned I’m a witch and tried to kill me.
Eighteen months later, he’s back in my life and we have a deal; I’ll help him save his brother and he’ll disappear from my life for good. But karma can be a real bitch…
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Excerpt
Minutes passed, but he didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. I felt the disappointment, and disgust running through his veins.
“Are you going to kill me, Alex?” I said with a charming grin.
“You’re a witch. A freaking witch.”
Jesse took a step toward his furious brother. “She’s your girlfriend, dude.”
“I’m not his girlfriend,” I said.
“She’s not my girlfriend,” he agreed.
Jesse gave me the shut-the-fuck-up-I’m-trying-to-
save-your-dumb-ass look and rested a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Put that gun down, Alex. I know you don’t want to kill her.”
The air grew cold. “She’s a witch, Jesse. A goddamn witch.” His aura revealed a tornado of emotions. Muddy red, dark brownish-yellow, and charcoal swirled around him.
I got it; he was angry, stressed, and unforgiving. He felt betrayed. But what about me? He never told me he was a hunter. Never mentioned his job was to kill my kind. Granted, I had sensed it the second I laid eyes on him, but that didn’t change the fact he, too, was a liar.
“You wanna shoot me?” I barked. “Then do it.”
Alex’s eyes widened. “You think I won’t?” He sounded shocked.
“Shut up, Amanda!” Jesse hissed through gritted teeth before moving between Alex and me. “You banged her, and now you want to whack her, dude? You can’t be serious!”
I thoroughly enjoyed the Alex Horror Picture Show, but it was time to get this over with. “You guys don’t get it, do ya? I don’t care if he shoots me or not. We all have to die one day, and it could be worse than taking a bullet from a hunter.”
Alex’s finger rested on the trigger.
Jesse desperately tried to talk some sense into him. “Don’t do it, man. You’ll regret this.”
“She killed a man, Jesse.”
Whoa! What? “Are you insane? I ain’t killed nobody.”
Alex’s laughter echoed through the old house. “Right. Let me guess. A gremlin carved the sigil into the guy’s chest after he slaughtered him like a pig.”
My ankh tattoo burned like hell as I tried to make sense of his accusation. “Are you delusional or something?” My gaze darted to Jesse. “Seriously, what the hell is he talking about?”
The gun still pointed at me, he grabbed a few pictures from the table and threw them at me. “Recognize him?”
Shit, Mister Sinister? Damn, I had seen crime scene photos before, but this was a scene straight out of a Wes Craven horror flick. The pictures looked like a canvas of crimson red. Mister Sinister was positioned on a bed, his body twisted in an unnatural way. Eyes wide open, his expression reflected pure horror, and carved into his chest was a sigil I had never seen before.
I faced Jesse because there was no point talking to Alex right now. “Listen, I am a witch, a liar, and most of the time, a stab-worthy bitch, but I’ve never killed anyone in my entire life.” I paused for a moment to study Jesse’s expression, and when I realized he believed me, I continued. “Jesus, I’m a vegetarian.”
Slowly, Jesse reached for Alex’s gun. “I believe her.”
Alex raised a brow at his brother. “Because you want to believe her.”
“And you don’t?”
“I want the truth, Jess. If she killed him, I’ll kill her. End of story.”
His attitude started to piss me off. “The guy was a first-class jerk, but I did not end his life. Understood?”
I knew nothing would change Alex’s opinion about me, but Jesse believed me. I saw it in his eyes. “Let her go, Alex.”
Alex’s finger moved away from the trigger, then back to it. Away, then back. His dark blue aura turned red, then gray, and eventually back to blue. As if he mentally counted daisies; I’ll kill her, I’ll kill her not.
Nadine Nightingale Bio
Nadine aka Dini is a traveler at heart. She considers the world her home and practically lives out of her suitcases. When she’s not glaring at a blank page or abusing her poor keyboard, she spends her time reading, watching movies (preferably horror), pretends to work out, and hangs out with friends and family. Poor girl also suffers from a serious Marvel superhero addiction. So, if you run into her at night, wearing black, know she’s secretly dreaming of being the infamous Black Widow.
Her love for writing started in the sixth grade where she annoyed her classmates with a short story featuring Sailor Moon characters, a cemetery, and creepy ghosts. Yes, she’s always been addicted to the dark side. Nadine writes paranormal romance. Her debut novel “Karma” the first book in her paranormal romance series Drag.Me.To.Hell. is published by the Wild Rose Press and will be out in May 2016. She has a serious girl crush on her protagonist Amanda Bishop.
Nadine has a BA in Comparative Religions and studied Creative Writing at the University of Oxford.
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