Spellfire Seasons 2 [Anthology]

Spellfire Seasons, #2

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Spellfire Seasons, #2 Published by Midnight Showcase PO Box 300491 Houston, TX 77230 USA www.midnightshowcase.com A Fairy Merry Christmas, Copyright © 2006 Anna Fallon Right Man, Wrong Time, Copyright © 2006 Jane Carver Night Magic, Copyright © 2006 Jamie Hill Deseos Navideño, Copyright © 2006 Ravyn Reccio Heart of a Ranger, Copyright © 2006 Bridghid Parkinson Alex’s Gift, Copyright © 2006 Mae Powers Names, characters, and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

ISSN 1555-5496 Vol. 06-29 Credits Editor- Anna Fallon Copy Edit- Mae Powers, Jane Carver Format Editors – Mae Powers & Jewel Adams Cover Layout: Mae Powers Printed in the United States of America

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Spellfire Seasons In Spellfire, Texas, many seasons abound and are believed in at this very special time of the year. Some of them are specific, some are only once a year, and then some can last for what seems like an eternity in Spellfire. Yet, paranormal beings and creatures with passionate natures will make every holiday time in this remarkable town very unique, and memorable. Multiparanormal and multi-ethnic beings celebrate the holidays and love in many forms and fashions. And all are welcome within the borders of Spellfire, Texas.

A Fairy Merry Christmas, Anna Fallon Scott Robson: Tough Aussie bloke. Letter from Spellfire, Texas: Long lost family. Join Scott on his holiday. He discovers his fairy heritage secret and love. Right Man, Wrong Time, Jane Carver Sunny wakes up in 1880. Doc, her lover, confesses his identity, but Sunny demands a wish. In Spellfire, wishes come true. Night Magic, Jamie Hill Beautiful witch Calista discovers her dream lover living right next door, and does everything she can to get his attention without casting a love spell.

Deseos Navideño - Christmas Desires, Ravyn Reccio Raquel Castillo, a widow,lost the will to love, until a christmas spirit follows her home from mass, and magical things start to happen to her heart and soul. Heart of a Ranger, Bridghid Parkinson Battles for Texas' Independence were fierce, but tough Texas Ranger James Dallingham has met his match when Miss Sarah sets her sights on loving him! Alex’s Gift, Mae Powers What does a Vamperian get for his sorceress wife, who can create any thing she desires? 4

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A Fairy Merry Christmas by Anna Fallon Scott Robson: Tough Aussie bloke. Letter from Spellfire, Texas: Long lost family. Join Scott on his holiday. He discovers his fairy heritage secret and love. http://www.annaf.net/

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A Fairy Merry Christmas by Anna Fallon Chapter One “Hey Barnesy, you ever heard of a place called Spellfire? Says ‘ere it’s in Texas.” Scott Robson turned the envelope over, the background decorated with what looked like the American flag. Addressed to him; he’d never even been out of Australia. A sticker on the back said Spellfire in fancy blue writing and nothing more. “Nuh.” Barry Barnes answered without even looking up from the newspaper. Scott held the envelope up to the light, he couldn’t see inside. Giving it a couple of shakes next to his ear, nothing sounded any different. He tapped it on his hand. “Crikey, just open it, will ya?” Barry put the paper down and shook his head. “Yeah…” Scott always felt wary of strange mail. “Could be one of those scam things” “Well, it’s not gunna bloody jump out and bite ya is it?” Barry huffed. “Jesus you’re a fairy sometimes! Give it ‘ere.” “Bullshit, I’m no fairy.” Scott handed the letter over. A fuzzy tingle rippled around his body and he reached over and scratched his shoulder blade, the mosquito's must have been out last night. Mozzie bites, I hate ‘em. As Barry lifted the sticker, the itching stepped up. Scott leaned against the doorframe and rubbed furiously. “Fleas, mate?” Barry chuckled. “Shut up, Bazza.” 6

Spellfire Seasons, #2 Scott watched his best mate take a crisp white sheet of paper from the envelope, unfolding it carefully. As he perused the letter, Barry shook his head. “You lucky mongrel!” Barry exclaimed and peered into the envelope pulling out something in a colorful cover. Scott stopped scratching, “What?” “Says you had some relative called Virgil in this place called Spellfire and you’ve inherited property. A bar apparently. Fuck me, Mate, you own a pub!” “You sure?” Scott took the letter from Barry and read the words for himself. Dear Mr. Robson, It is my pleasure to inform you that, as the last living adult, male relative of Virgil Robson, you now own the Boo Bar. This bar has proudly been owned by the Robson family for many generations and once you prove your identity it will pass to you. Virgil spoke of his Australian family, but said he had never met any of you. I have forwarded air tickets for you and one other person. I need you here in person for the reading of the will. If you do not attend, then the Boo Bar will go on the market and the money to charity. Your family heritage will be lost. I know it is very close to Christmas, but I was hoping you may be able to have a holiday here while we sorted this matter out. I look forward to your arrival and I will meet you at the airport. Sincerely Jerry Normil Attorney Spellfire, Texas. “Shit! Whaddya think of that? I can’t go!” Scott felt confused. Could he just pick up and fly off to the United States? “Why not?” Barry asked loudly. “I‘ve got stuff to do and work.” Scott defended to no avail. “What a load of crap…Awww poor little Scott. Scott no-friends. He’s too chicken to go on a little trip to Texas.” Barry pouted, his bottom lip as if talking to a baby. “Whatsa madda, Scott, no-friends, you scared of a few little cowboys? You think they want to ride you?” Barry laughed raucously as he thrust his pelvis back and forth and slapped his rump. 7

Spellfire Seasons, #2 Scott laughed in spite of himself. Bazza affected everyone like that. He was a laugh a minute with his style of sarcastic wit. But a good bloke all the same, he’d give you his right arm if he had to. Scott did not have a genuine reason not to go, but it did make him nervous. Of course he would not admit that to Bazza, no way. Aussie outback men had a reputation to upkeep. “You knobber. Tell ya what…dare you to come with me?” Scott knew his mate could never say no to a dare. “Oh yeah, you and me going on a Christmas holiday together…yeah the blokes’ll really love that!” “Double dare.” “Don’t be stupid, Robbo. I’ll knock ya block off!” “Chicken.” Scott put his hands under his armpits and flapped like a chicken, clucking all the while. **** “My legs are tighter than a nun’s…yeah well, they are stiff.” Bazza looked apologetically up at the airhostess passing by. She smiled. Scott held in a chuckle. They might be Aussie blokes, but they knew how to respect a woman. “Yeah, I’ll be glad when that plane door opens too. Let’s just let everyone else get off first. Least if I fall from my legs being numb, I won’t get seen by everyone.” Barry chuckled, ‘I’ll step over ya, mate, and rush out to the ladies. They been deprived of my body over here ya know. They’ll be hot for it.” “Sure they will, Bazza. I reckon they need a good laugh by now!” Scott patted Bazza’s slightly protruding belly. “Nothing wrong with a bit of a verandah over the old tool shed…” Barry rubbed his stomach “You wish you had my charisma and good looks.” Scott admitted Barry saw more action from the ladies than he did. Bazza had a way about him, a relaxed kind of attitude, which seemed to always have a woman or two seated next to him. Scott tried to be the tough lady killer his mates insisted on him being, but in his heart, he knew he liked to talk to women and get to know them first. Scott loved the old-fashioned way, the way his Mother taught him. She watched the old time movies and sighed at those staid movie kisses and the moonlight strolls. His dad, on the other hand, was all about the legend of the unemotional male. How those two ever got together, he’d never know. But the point was mute now. Both his 8

Spellfire Seasons, #2 parents passed a few years back. An only child, as was his father, he struggled at times with his dad’s lack of showing emotion, but he knew he loved him. Scott felt pretty shy around the ladies, but he’d had his share of loves. None of them ever seemed to work out quite right. He did pride himself on being friends with all his ex’s. Somehow he just couldn’t bring himself to feel hostile toward them. Scott Robson was a tough nut to crack in the love department, he still waited for his one true passion. It seemed much easier to go along with the majority and act like a yobbo with his mates, instead of being the artsy-fartsy type. “C’mon, let’s go,.” Barry said as he stood up in the aisle of the plane. “Yep, we’ll go see what all this is about,” Scott agreed; a ball of nervousness formed in his guts. In the airport all manner of folk milled around. A few men and women in cowboy hats walked about, but on the whole everyone looked pretty ordinary. A tall man holding a card with Robson written on it waited. Scott walked up to him holding out his hand. ‘Scott Robson, you are Jerry Normil, are ya?” “Nice to meet you, Scott, glad you could make it.” Jerry used a firm handshake, putting Scott at ease immediately. He introduced Barry and they followed Jerry out to his car. “Coulda knocked me down with a feather when I got your letter. I never even knew I had rellies over here.” “Virgil was a distant cousin to your father and once we establish you are the right person, we need to decide what will happen with the Boo Bar. But for now, let’s get to Spellfire and get you and Barry settled in,” Jerry spoke with the Texan twang Scott expected. “I looked up Spellfire on the net. You’d swear the place didn’t exist.” Jerry chuckled as if privy to a secret no one else knew. **** “What time will they get back?” Topaz asked, fluttering her golden wings excitedly. “Soon enough,” Electra Spellfire answered. “Not soon enough for me. An Australian, wonder what he’ll be like?” “You just keep calm, faerie girl. He might be the ugliest man to ever set foot in Spellfire.” Electra laughed. “Not if he has Fae blood same as me. My Fae are never ugly.” 9

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “Now you just keep quiet about that Topaz Sinclair. He knows nothing and finding out too soon might shock the socks off him. Apart from everything else, he’ll have your brother Angus and the Fearsome Faery pack to deal with. Angus will not like the Boo Bar re-opening and competing with his Barnabas Bar.” “Well Angus will just have to build a bridge and get over it. A bit of competition never killed anyone and those fearsome faery packers are all spit and wind. They don’t scare me.” Topaz watched Electra dish up a large serving of Strawberry Veinilla ice cream and licked her lips. “Here eat this and remember you are used to the folk round here. Might take this Scott Robson a while to acclimatize.” “If he’s a hunk, I’ll soon fix that for him.” The sweet ice cream with veins of strawberry topping running through it, melted delectably in her mouth. Topaz felt her wings flutter again with a tremble of sheer delight. “Mmmmmm, Electra, you make the best ice cream. It’s never too cold to eat ice cream.” Wandering out of the shop now, Topaz hoped with all her heart that Scott would be a nice guy and want to stay and run the Boo Bar. Surely, his becoming a faerie wouldn’t seem that bad to him. Besides, all the Fae men around here got on her nerves, especially the Fearsome Pack. Muscling around, trying to make out they were tough. The leader, Rotten Ronnie, pestered Topaz all the time to go out with him. When younger, they’d been friends, but now he spent all his time being horrid, and Topaz had no time for men who acted disrespectful. No way in the world would she ever go out with Ronnie, even with his muscled body and silken wings of cobalt blue. Topaz wanted to help Scott come to terms with the inevitability of his faerie transformation. After all, there was nothing he could do to stop it. Sure he would appear normal to the non-paranormal set, but he wouldn’t be normal, not ever again. She had a little time up her sleeve, as he would not see the residents for all the unusual beings they were, until he believed or fully transformed. The town was protected by a spell. After all, it wouldn’t do for all the passing tourists to see the truth. At some stage he would see it though and as his Fae blood took over the changes to his body, he would no longer be able to deny it. Slowly licking her ice confection off the base of the spoon, Topaz imagined just what an Australian man might look like. By all 10

Spellfire Seasons, #2 accounts he was an outback man so maybe his body wouldn’t be too far removed from the hard cowboy bodies of the Texan men. Yes, they could be rough around the edges, but she liked her men that way. Still, they must have a soft side and not be afraid to show it when needed. The town had Christmas decorations everywhere. Three more days till Christmas, and despite the cold weather Topaz felt Christmas this year might just be hot. Jerry Normil’s car pulled to the curb across the road. Topaz could not stop her pulse from racing in anticipation. **** “Bloody Hell! You guys use this town for horror movie sets or something?” Barry whistled low through his teeth. Scott didn’t answer, his gaze locked onto the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen. The way her tongue licked the ice cream from the spoon almost had him creaming his jeans. Her hair was the richest golden blonde he’d ever seen. Surely the color must be artificial. He never saw a shine like it before. Her locks looked as if strips of golden metal threaded through it. Must be those hair extension thingy’s. Something seemed different about her, even from a distance he could tell. Maybe I’m just horny, his shoulder blades itched like nettle stings. A firm elbow to his ribs from Barry woke him from his imaginings. “Perving on the birds already? No stopping you is there?” Barry was the epitome of a heckler, known in Australia as a stirrer. “I’m not perving I just noticed her. It’s freezing cold, yet she is eating ice cream.” Scott wondered who she was. “That’s Topaz Sinclair, she’s here to meet us. Said she wanted to see you settled in okay. Her brother Angus owns Barnabas Bar, just there next to the ice cream shop,” Jerry said as if reading Scott’s mind. “A welcoming party. Nice package too if I might say so,” Barry observed with a snicker. “Don’t bother, Bazza. She looks too classy for you, mate.” “Jealous, are ya?” Scott ignored Barry and directed his question to Jerry, “Where to first? I’d sure like to get in the rain room and get cleaned up.” “The rain room?” Jerry frowned looking puzzled. “Oh shit, sorry. The shower. Guess I’ll have to remember the Aussie slang won’t work here,” Scott grinned. 11

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “You’d be surprised how many languages and lifestyles are understood here in this town.” “Looks to me like the vampires and werewolves will be out any minute,” Barry cut in. “No, no…not until nightfall.” Jerry looked guilty and seemed to try to cover with an unconvincing laugh. Barry stared at Jerry, then frowned as if wondering how to take his comment. Scott looked around at the old buildings and shivered. Guess I’m not used to the cold at Christmas time. Jerry opened up his car door and got out. “Come stretch your legs a bit. I’ll just introduce you to Topaz and she’ll see you to the Spell House, your hotel for the night. It’s a short walk, I’ll have your luggage delivered there and I’ll come and pick you up for the reading late tomorrow afternoon.” “The Spell House…sheesh!” Barry let out a loud breath. “Ah yeah, short for Spellfire,” Jerry said, although Scott thought he spoke a little too quickly. “No worries Jeah…We’ll hook up tomorrow then.” Scott slapped him on the back and Jerry looked a little surprised. “Jeah?” Jerry asked. “Yep, everyone we like gets a nickname. It’s the Aussie way. Isn’t that right, Bazza? “Sure is, Robbo. I’ll see ya tomorrow then, Jezza.” Barry shook Jerry’s hand vigorously. Jerry just shook his head and smiled. Topaz came running over and stopped short of Scott. The close proximity made his senses buzz. Her sweet floral scent, those emerald green eyes. Surely contact lenses, he wondered. For a second, Scott thought Topaz would hug him, but she seemed to hold back, her bright smile lighting up her face. “Howdy. I’m Topaz.” Scott swallowed, not once but twice, he wanted to say hi but the words seemed stuck in his throat. He also wanted to scratch his blasted shoulder blades. “Ah…” Barry steeped forward and took Topaz’s hand in his for a light handshake. “Nice to meet you Topaz. As soon as Mister Eloquence here catches his breath, we can head to the Spell House.” “Sure. It’s just down this way. We can talk on the way. See ya, Jerry.” He waved back to her as the car drove off. “Thanks Topaz, I really appreciate the welcome.” Scott managed. 12

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “See? It lives!” Barry joked and Topaz gave a melodic giggle. “Cold here.” Scott glared at his mate, who looked back with smiling eyes. Mongrel, he knows she’s got to me and he’s making the most of it. Time for a payback, there must be another good-looking woman around here somewhere. “Actually, Topaz, that ice cream looks tempting. Any chance we could grab one before we go to the hotel?” “Sure, come on, I’ll introduce you to Electra. She owns Sinful Sundaes shop. We all call it Sins for short. She’ll be waiting to meet you anyway. Her and old Virgil were great friends. If anyone knows of your family history it would be her.” “Sins? Now you are talking!” Barry added with a huge smile, “sounds like my kind of place!” Following Topaz, Scott could not fathom how beautiful Topaz was. Her beauty, lay in the fact that her face held an Elvin quality about it, not perfect, but perfect for Scott. Maybe this Christmas would be fun after all. But he still needed to return to Australia, so getting too close to her would not be an option.

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Chapter Two Barry Barnes had never, in all his born days, seen a place like the town of Spellfire. Although the people he met all seemed bonza, something about this town gave him the creeps. All the buildings looked like they’d come straight from a horror movie set, and he just kept getting the feeling someone or something watched him. Still, he’d come here to support his best mate and he’d stand by him. Just let this turn out to be a scam and Barry would knock their blocks off. Nobody messed with anyone he cared about. Not that he’d ever admit he cared about Scott. No way, Barry wasn’t one for showing feelings like that. Inside the ice cream shop, Barry could not help but be in awe of the striking woman behind the counter. Something about her commanded respect, her smile dazzled him. “Hello Barry.” She smiled and wiped her hands on her apron, turning to Scott. “And you must be Scott Robson. Welcome, Scott. Please take a seat and I’ll come and sit with you shortly. As soon as Harpy gets back from her break, we’ll talk.” “How did ya know my name?” Barry asked. “Jeez, Bazza, chill out. Of course everyone around here would know our names. I’m sure we are the talk of the town.” Scott stepped up to the woman and held out his hand. “And you would be Electra. Topaz said you knew my uncle.” “Yes, I did. Virgil and I have been friends for centuries, well a long time anyway.” Electra laughed and greeted another woman as she came in the door. “Harpy, would you be so kind as to come and take some orders for us please.” “Sure Electra, be with you soon,” Harpy replied. Barry could not take his eyes off Electra. He wasn’t sure what it was but something seemed very different about her. A shadow caught the corner of his eye and he turned his head quickly to see what it 14

Spellfire Seasons, #2 was. But nothing was there. Strange, he thought, I could have sworn something moved. “Are you okay Bazz? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” Scott flicked Barry on the upper arm. They were now all seated and Barry could see Electra frown slightly and motion her eyes as if signaling someone. But the room was empty, apart from them and two other women sitting at the corner table. “Yeah I’m fine. You know I don’t believe in ghosts, Robbo. If I can’t see it or touch it, it isn’t real.” Now Barry may have been imagining things, perhaps he needed more sleep, but it seemed every other person in the place stopped breathing for a second. Harpy stood alongside Barry with a tray holding a jug of some iced drink and glasses filled with ice. She lurched forward, and one of the glasses tipped up and the icy contents landed smack bang in Barry’s crotch. As it melted slightly, the chill made Barry yelp and he could have sworn he heard a man’s laugh. Scott looked amused, but he wasn’t laughing. “Henry, no!” Harpy cried out. Barry shuddered and tried to calm the distraught woman. “Oh it’s fine, and the name is Barry not Henry.” “Oh sure, well I’ll get a towel...Barry.” “Shit, Barry! I can’t take you anywhere can I?” Scott chortled. Barry laughed it off, but he still noticed the looks pass around the local folk. They had secrets, Barry decided he’d better keep his eyes and ears open. Harpy arrived back with a fluffy blue towel and a fresh tray of drinks. “Harpy just make us all some Happy Sundaes. Give Barry some sprinkles. Make his extra nice. I know he loves ice cream.” Electra patted Barry’s hand. “How do you know I like ice cream?” “Probably from the drool dripping down your chin when you checked out the different flavors. You, Bazza old mate, are an open book.” Scott laughed again and Topaz joined in, although Barry thought she looked a little guilty. Something wasn’t right and Barry felt very uncomfortable. Electra could not believe the cheek of Horrible Henry. That man, well ghost, might be sexy, but Lord was he annoying. Following poor Barry around like that, and to make it worse he had to get one of the Grollim shadow folk in on it too. As soon as Barry said he didn’t believe in ghosts Electra knew Horrible Henry would just have to take 15

Spellfire Seasons, #2 up that challenge. Still, there was no need to push poor Harpy like that, he could have just tipped the glass over. Henry bellowed, laughing and Electra and Topaz tried to pretend he wasn’t there. Electra could also see Barry’s mind worked overtime. He needed distracting, hence the order of sprinkles. The ones that went on the Happy Sundae helped people relax and let their mind think of light-hearted, trivial stuff instead of the real worries that may command attention. Euphoria Sprinkles, quite addictive if overused. Electra was always sure to see they were used only under her special direction and never left unlocked. Harpy knew if Electra ordered a Happy Sundae with sprinkles, exactly which ones to use. If Barry started investigating strange happenings, he could reveal Spellfire to himself and Scott, before Scott got used to the fact he was turning into a faery. And with the dangers lurking in Spellfire, Electra could not let anything happen to Scott. She’d promise Virgil she would look after his nephew. “So Electra. What was Uncle Virgil like? Why had I never met him, or even know anything of him. Was he a loner or something?” Electra burst out laughing at the thought of Virgil being alone. The day he’d finally passed he’d had four girlfriends at his bedside. It was something about his lemon-colored neon wings that seemed to attract them. But finally, in his eleven-hundredth year, Virgil Robson decided the world had passed him by so he chose to go onto the next life. You never really said goodbye to anyone in Spellfire. Even after death they might still pop up in spirit form at anytime. “Virgil was one of a kind, Scott, a real character. Much like you I imagine.” “Well yeah, I guess I am one of kind,” Scott replied thoughtfully. “You can bloody say that again!” Barry guffawed. Harpy placed a huge stemmed glass in front of each of them. Each one was filled with three scoops of Strawberry Veinilla, lashings of topping and Barry’s glowed with sprinkles. “Wow! That’s my kind of Sundae. Rippa!” Barry tucked into his. Thank goodness, thought Electra. As they all ate, they chattered about Scott’s life in Australia. Electra let Scott know that Virgil and Scott’s father were in fact half brothers and that they’d shared the same father but different mothers. She even went as far as to say some 16

Spellfire Seasons, #2 of Virgil’s family still lived in Spellfire and perhaps he could meet them if he stayed long enough. With all the ice cream eaten, Electra saw Barry stretch up his arms and yawn widely. Scott followed suit with a yawn. “Oh you two must be exhausted!” Electra observed, “Topaz, you must get them to their rooms at The Spell House.” Scott nodded, but Electra noticed Barry was staring toward the entrance. She turned to look and saw Sianna Connors walking in, chatting to Maejika Maelstrom. Maejika was one of Electra’s best and most trusted friends. Her powers were second to none. Maejika had been a practicing witch for a few hundred years. Long enough to learn a thing or two. Sianna was in training to be a witch and doing very nicely under Maejika’s wing too. Her glowing blonde hair and striking blue eyes had turned a few male heads in Spellfire, but Sianna had told Electra she was more interested in her training than her personal life. She’d knocked back every advance made for a date. “Who is the blonde?” Barry asked, not taking his eyes off Sianna as she moved across the room. Electra felt a buzz in the air. Forces were at work. Just before Electra answered, Sianna turned and locked her gaze with Barry’s. Electra saw something she’d never seen Sianna do before; she blushed a deep shade of pink. “My name is Sianna Connors.” Maejika had that look on her face she only got when she had a premonition. Electra had no idea what it happened to be, but there was one thing she could be sure of. Every time Maejika Maelstrom had a premonition, trouble wasn’t far behind. “...Ahhh.....um...Barry Barnes” “Bit hot are ya, Bazza? You’re looking a bit flushed there mate!” Scott seemed to enjoy the verbal prodding he gave his friend. Barry and Sianna still stared at each other and a small smile crept over their faces. Topaz stood up and announced she would take the men to their hotel and Barry followed Topaz and Scott out the door, giving Sianna a last wistful glance. Perhaps Sianna could finally find love, she certainly deserved it, Electra pondered. **** Topaz knew from the antics of Horrible Henry that the sooner Scott found out about his faery heritage the better. Now that Scott’s wings were growing, she’d seen him scratch, Topaz had to find a way to break the news to him gently. Otherwise, any morning now, he 17

Spellfire Seasons, #2 would wake up with a fully-fledged pair of wings. The shock of that had been known to break a man. Topaz wanted Scott to be a proud faery, she just hoped Rotten Ronnie from the Fearsome Faery pack stayed away long enough for Scott to adjust. Ronny also had to challenge any new Fae men in town. He and his friends hung out mostly in her brother Angus’ bar, Barnaby’s. Angus wasn’t a faery, yet he did carry the faery gene, meaning he could produce Fae children, but would never be one. Topaz, on the other hand, took after her mother. Both her and her mom were fully fledged faeries. Angus and Ronnie were rumored to get up to some bad stuff, but Topaz didn’t want to think about her own brother and former friend in illegal activities. Freddy acted mean, although Topaz doubted his ability to do anything really evil. He just liked to act like the big dog and intimidate people. The only thing that could stop Scott becoming a faery was death. Sadly, some committed suicide over this, but Scott did not seem like the type. It was about five in the evening now and Scott’s room looked very well furnished. The huge antique wardrobes stood stately at one end of the room and the other end was bathed in light from the plate glass windows. The drapes, a deep blue velvet, complimented the velvet embossed wallpaper. “Sweet! This room is ace. Thanks for coming up, Topaz. I know I should sleep, but I’m so buzzed I don’t think I can,” he grinned over at her and her heart seemed to beat at a million miles per minute. His wavy black hair kissed the sides of his face and the brilliant blue of his eyes seemed to pierce clean through her. Topaz had never before felt such a strong sexual attraction and now she stood in his bedroom. “Don’t get the wrong end of the stick, girly. I just want to yack to ya. Maybe we could order some room service later. If ya want.” “Maybe. I could eat. I want to talk to you to Scott.” “So...why are you the one settling us in? Are you related to Virgil as well?” Scott asked. “No, I’m not related, though I did know him. He was sweet, but when it came to business, you didn’t mess with him. Virgil had a way about him, even my brother Angus steered clear.” “That’s right you brother has Barnaby’s doesnt he? So this Boo Bar? Does it need much work?” “The bar itself doesn’t, but the rooms upstairs do. Virgil was never interested in the rooms, but we have a lot of visitors through town. They are always looking for places to stay. Angus won’t like 18

Spellfire Seasons, #2 you being here, so be prepared for some stink to get kicked up. He may be my brother and I do love him, but I don’t agree with everything he does” Scott rubbed his shoulders against the corner of the wardrobe. ‘Well you know what they say, you can pick your nose, but you can’t pick your family. This bloody itching is driving me insane.” Topaz excused herself to the bathroom and used her magic to materialize a small ruby red jar of ointment. This was the cream made especially to ease the maddening scratching of budding wings. It helped the children get through this stage. Coming out of the bathroom she walked toward Scott. “Do you think Barry is asleep yet?” she asked. “Trust me, if that bludger was awake, he’d be in here for sure.” “Well I have some lotion that may help that itch if you don’t mind taking off your shirt, I can rub it on for you.” Scott smiled and an excited glint crossed his eyes. “I thought you’d never ask.” Topaz laughed and replied, “Don’t get your hopes up!” Scott removed his top, revealing a bronze, tanned upper body. The muscles were sculpted and perfectly defined, he was truly gorgeous. Once again Topaz felt her passion burn deep within. Could she be safe to touch him? Moving, she pulled out a chair at the small round table and he sat. Opening the jar, Topaz dipped the tips of two fingers into the dazzling green lotion. The wing buds looked red and angry. Oh any time now, she thought. Ever so lightly she dabbed some lotion on each one and she thrilled at the guttural moan emanating from Scott. The second the lotion touched his itchy lumps, relief flooded through him. For the first time in a week the irritation stopped. He could not help but groan. He just hoped she didn’t think he wanted to jump her. Well he did, but he didn’t want her to know that. They’d only just met and he did not think Topaz was the sex on first introduction type. Thank goodness, because he would prefer she wasn’t. But never in his life had he desired a woman this way. “This should work for a few hours. When it starts again I can put some more on if you like.” “Oh, I like.” Topaz blushed, feeling thankful he couldn’t see her. “What is this lotion anyway, and how did you know it would work. Have you seen these itchy lumps before?” 19

Spellfire Seasons, #2 Topaz knew this was her chance to tell him. Without answering she sat the jar on the table and knelt on the floor in front of him and looked deeply into his blue topaz colored eyes. “Scott....I? I have to tell you...” Yet, before she could finish Scott swept her up into a kiss. Topaz literally lost all control of her senses and her body took on a life of its own. All her resistance lowered and even though she knew her wings were now fully revealed, she was powerless to stop it. During the height of sexual arousal the wings would materialize, like it or in Scott’s case, lump it. His soft mouth covered hers and his tongue explored her lips and further into her mouth. Jolts of electricity raced through her and she knew her wings would be glittering brightly. Scott would see them as soon as he finished the kiss. Seems he’d be finding out now, for sure. Slowly she felt him move out of the kiss. “Shit, sorry Topaz, I shouldn’t have...what the?...Crikey!” Scott’s eyes widened and Topaz knew it was now or never. “Scott I’m a faery...and pretty soon you’ll be one too. Your itchy lumps are the wings forming.” “What?” Scott stood now and looked over his shoulder at his lumps, then he moved to the long mirror. “You mean these are...wings? No fucking way! None of this shit even exists, this is some sort of hallucination. Did you give me some drug or something?” “No, Scott, it’s real. I’m real and so are these,” she fluttered her golden wings and stood up. “It’s impossible...how? I mean Uncle Virgil, was he...?” “Yes, he was a faery.” “There is no bloody way, in this world or the next that I am becoming a faery. Shit, I’ll be the laughing stock of me mates. Jesus, Barry will be bad enough, but how can I ever go back a faery? Fuck me!” “You don’t have a choice short of killing yourself or getting someone to do it for you. When Virgil died, you were left the next male in line and every family must have a fully-fledged Fae male. It’s ancient law.” “And if I die?” “If you have no brothers or son’s then it would go to the nearest male relative of yours carrying the double Fae cell.” “But I have no other family except for whoever is here.” 20

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “Then your family line will die out. If there are no living males old enough, each and every one will perish with you.” Topaz shook her head. This might be more serious than she first thought. “This is crazy. What will everyone in town say when they see a bloke with wings?” “Actually, they’ll probably say welcome to the family. That’s another thing, go look out the window.” Scott walked over and peered out. He reeled back and swore loudly. “What the hell is this? This is all one of those candid camera set ups isn’t it?” He strode up to the mirror. “The camera is hidden in here isn’t it?” He tapped on the mirror glass. “Hello, hello I know you are in there.” Topaz almost laughed when an angry face appeared in the mirror. “Keep your noise down, can you pal? And don’t tap, I’m trying to catch a snooze.” Scott reeled back again. Then he sat and put his head in his hands, then murmured something, which Topaz didn’t understand. “It won’t be that bad, Scott, really. Plenty of people learn to live with it. Look, we have group here called Faeries Anonymous. It’s for people like you who need help admitting they are a faery. They can help you. And there are plenty of other support groups about too. Not every vampire and werewolf wanted to be that.” “Well, at least a vampire or werewolf is something manly. I mean half their luck. I’m stuck with being a great big, pansy faery. What man in his right mind could be proud of that?” Topaz had enough. Her father was Fae and her other brother. She had plenty of uncles and there was nothing pansy about any of the males in her family. Scott was just standing there insulting the men in her life. “Well, my father and brother for two. They are proud Fae and if you are that small-minded, Scott Robson, you don’t belong in a strong race such as the faeries. We have fought alongside humans for centuries and learned to co-exist on Earth. Not by being weak, but by being proud and courageous. Quite frankly, I’m not interested in listening to you feel sorry for yourself and put my kind, your kind, down!” Then Topaz promptly left the room, slamming the door behind her. **** 21

Spellfire Seasons, #2 Scott could not believe this happened to him. He’d read about this kind of thing in novels, but it couldn’t really be true could it? When he’d glanced at Topaz with her wings, she looked even more beautiful than before. And out the window, he saw all manner of strange creatures. This had to be some kind of nightmare. But it felt so real. Now he upset Topaz and she was right. Regardless of anything, he didn’t have any right to insult her family. How the hell he would deal with this, he couldn’t fathom. But if it all was true, he’d better find a way. He heard knocking and thought Topaz must have come back. He opened the door, but no one was there. He closed the door. The knocking came again, and Scott realized it came from inside the room. He closed the door and made his way towards the sound. It seemed to be coming from inside the wardrobe in the corner of his room. When he came closer, it stopped. After a few seconds pause, the knocking sounded again. Someone must be in there, he thought. He pulled the door open. He screamed and jumped back. A skeleton grinned back at him. “Hello, Scott, I am Doctor Phial and I’m listening,” it clacked. Scott slammed the door and shook his head. “Oh I must be going fucking bonkers!” The knock sounded again. “Scott, I know this must be a confusing time for you. I am a psychiatrist. Let’s talk,” the muffled voice spoke through the thick wooden door. “Let me get this right. I have a skeleton in my closet and you are a shrink. This just cannot be happening,” Scott called back. “Well, a lot of stranger things have happened in Spellfire. Open up and we can talk.” Scott figured it couldn’t do any harm to play along, so he opened the wardrobe. He just stared in at the skeleton. “There see that wasn’t so hard, was it? I have had many patients in your predicament. Now tell me how you are feeling.” “How I’m feeling? How I’m feeling? I’m feeling like my whole world has turned upside down. I’m an Aussie bloke, no more, no less. How am I supposed to feel when I find I am growing wings?” “Well, you can deny it all you want, but the fact is you will grow wings and you will have to deal with it.” “Shit, a man is going off his rocker. I need some sleep, this is just jet lag.” Scott shook his head, slammed the closet door, and walked over to the bed, flopping down on it. 22

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “Suit yourself,” the skeleton yelled through the door, “I’m here if you need me.” Scott fumbled with getting his trousers off as he lay on his back and threw them at the wardrobe. “I will suit myself.” “Fine,” came the answer laced in sarcasm. “Fine,” Scott said angrily. His mind worked overtime as he crawled under the blankets and thumped his pillow. “Goodnight.” “Shut up!” Scott ordered.

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Chapter Three “Just frighten them off. Do what you have to do. If that Boo Bar opens again I could lose a lot of revenue,” Angus ordered Rotten Ronnie as he paced back and forth across his office. “What’s in it for me?” Rotten Ronnie asked stroking his chin as he waved his cobalt blue wings a few times. Angus Sinclair knew that meant Ronnie could not be easily persuaded. He would have to come up with a great offering to get the Australian men out of town. “Money.” “I have plenty of money, no thanks,” Rotten Ronnie replied. “Well what do you want then?” “Topaz...” Rotten Ronnie flew up at Angus, hovering just off the ground, his face in Angus’. “What? I can’t give you my sister, you fool! Have you ever tried to get that woman to do anything she didn’t want to do?” Angus exclaimed, knowing how much Topaz detested Ronnie these days. He stepped away from the obsessed male faery. Topaz and Ronnie had been close until Ronnie became the leader of the Fearsome Faery Pack. Angus knew that broke the heart of his little sister. Ronnie always hung around and spent time with Topaz when they were younger. Topaz counted him as good friend. But when he’d accepted the place of pack leader, she’d been angry. Angus told her that once you got a taste of bad, there was no going back. Topaz argued that everybody had the choice to do the right thing. Angus felt a slight twinge of guilt, as if she prodded his conscience, but business was business. He had to deal with a lot of shady characters in Spellfire and sometimes the only way to do that was to be one of them. He sheltered a lot of his doings from his sister. Despite everything, he did love Topaz. “Get a spell off Frightful Frieda.” 24

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “You must be kidding!” “Well it looks like the Boo Bar will be jumping again and something tells me those Australians are going to be mighty popular around here.” Angus wanted to buy out the Boo Bar and close it down completely. If it had been clear across town it wouldn’t have mattered, but being practically next door it stood to take away his customers. Not only that, the land it was built on had some special significance. “I cannot agree to have a spell put on Topaz to make her be with you. It’s unethical!” “Since when have you cared about ethics?” Ronnie raised his voice, angrily slamming his hand on the desk. “If you want the Australians gone, that is the deal. Once that Robson finds out he is a faery he will probably run scared anyway. You don’t really need me.” But Angus did need Rotten Ronnie, he needed to be sure Scott Robson never stayed in Spellfire, under the Boo Bar lay powers yet to be dreamed of. According to Frightful Frieda and Horrible Henry, whoever owned that land on New Year’s Eve would gain a wealth of power. They would not elaborate, but Angus had no reason not to believe them. And he knew that New Year’s Eve had something going on from the snippets of guarded conversation he’d overheard from Frieda and Henry. Perhaps when the power was his, he could release Topaz from the spell and get rid of Rotten Ronnie. “Alright, but on one condition Ronnie...” Angus answered from behind his desk. “What?” “Any spell on Topaz will be short term and able to be broken if she has the kiss of true love or if you treat her badly.” “Jesus! How fairy tale is that?” Ronnie scoffed. “Be that as it may, I have to protect my sister in some way.” “Oh yeah, I’m sure she’ll be real tickled at your concern.” Angus glared at Ronnie. “So do you want the deal or not?” “I’ll take it. I’ll get rid of them this afternoon, I have stuff to do this morning. You get Frieda to do the spell.” “Done!” Angus shook Ronnie’s hand firmly sealing the deal and maybe his sister’s fate. **** 25

Spellfire Seasons, #2 When Scott awoke, the sun streamed in on him. He rubbed his bleary eyes and wondered where he was for a moment. Memories came flooding back of last night’s happenings. He felt no itching, in his briefs he jumped out of bed and looked out the window. The streets had a trickling of folk heading for work or into the various cafes’. They all looked normal. “I knew it was a bloody dream!” He ran to the wardrobe and pulled open the door, empty. “I must have been flippin’ hallucinating.” Scott made for the mirror to give it a decent tap and see if it spoke to him, just to be sure. Once he reached the large, wall mounted mirror he screamed out at his reflection. Barry must have been passing or on the way in as he burst through the door as soon as Scott cried out. “Robbo, what the fuck is going on..?” Then he stopped dead and stared at Scott who felt tears welling in his eyes. “Crikey! Tell me they aren’t real, Robbo. You found a real talented costume shop didn’t you?” Scott turned back to the mirror and stared in shock at his very large pair of neon pink wings. He gave them a little wave, and although he could feel the muscles in his back move, he felt no actual weight from the wings. It was as if they weren’t there. Oh, but they were there, and how! “Scott...holy shit. Are you a fairy?” Barry walked up and tentatively touched a wing. Scott giggled despite himself and quickly slapped his hand over his mouth. “Mate! I always called you a fairy, but I never thought you actually were one. Bloody amazing. How come all the good shit always happens to you?” Scott could not believe his ears. “Good shit? Good shit? Just how do you work that out. How the hell am I going to face anyone back home? I’ll be the laughing stock at the pub.” “Hate to break it to ya, Mate, but you already are.” “Oh shut the fuck up, Bazza, I’m not in the mood for jokes.” “Who’s joking?” Barry snickered a little. “What am I going to do? Apparently most of this town is weird. Last night I had a conversation with a skeleton in my closet and this damned mirror told me to quiet down.” Scott shook his head and flopped into the chair. He was careful not to damage his wings. They seemed very sensitive. 26

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “I half expected to see you shacked up ‘ere with that Sheila, Topaz, the way you two were glued to each other yesterday.” Barry walked behind Scott. “Well I blew that as well. I was going on about no self-respecting man could possibly be happy being a faery. She got upset and said her father and brother did all right. Then she said something about not wanting to listen to me feel sorry for myself and left.” “Jeezus, you’re a dickhead, Robbo. You were in like Flynn with her. So Topaz is a faery as well. It’s making more sense to me now. Yesterday I had some creepy feelings about this place. I slept like a log though. I just felt so happy. Then I got up just after midnight and wandered over to Sins, which was still open and that blond chick was in there. Remember, her name is Sianna? She said she is in training to be a witch, and that Electra is the oldest and most powerful witch in Spellfire. After that, every second person seemed unusual. I think I even saw a vampire, but I took off back here and had a good swig of whiskey.” “You got the hots for her, Baz?” “Who?” “Sianna. Who do you think, the Queen of Sheba?” “Wouldn’t surprise me if the Queen was around here somewhere. She is some woman alright, that Sianna. A top bird, but you know...It might take a little getting used to this place and I’m not sure I could leave Australia.” “Now you know how I feel. I think the only thing we can do is not worry about the small stuff and just enjoy each day here.” Scott let out a sigh. “Yeah, I agree. No point stressin’ on something that may never happen,” Barry replied. “But why me? Why did I have to be the faery? Apparently Uncle Virgil was one as well. Of all the luck.” Scott lamented despite his decision to not sweat the small stuff. “Ah stop crying in your cornflakes. Obviously you can hide your wings, we couldn’t see Topaz’, could we?” “Barry, I thought you would be the first one to give me a hard time.” “That wouldn’t make me much of a mate now would it?” Scott knew just how good a friend Barry really was. Barry’s feelings were unconditional, and he always seemed so calm in the 27

Spellfire Seasons, #2 face of an apparent disaster. In his own humorous way, he made everything seem trivial. “Could be worse, mate. At least you are still alive. How about I go to Sins and see if there is anything nice for breakfast there and if I see a certain sexy faery girl I’ll tell her you want to see her.” “Doubt she’d want a mug like me now.” **** Topaz felt a little guilty at leaving Scott that way. He did have a lot of adjustment to do. But the heck, with listening to him insult the men in her life. And here she’d hope he’d have the strength of character to accept his change gracefully, then he could have been one of the most important men in her life. She touched her lips and could still feel the buzz of that first kiss. Scott Robson would be a hard one to shake, with her body reacting this way. Maybe he had a change of heart; perhaps she would pop by later and see. For now, she would give him some more time. She lived a short walk from her part time job tending the upper class cocktail lounge at Havoc House. This morning she was going in to trial some new cocktails for the upcoming New Years Eve Party there. She wanted something really special for Electra and Alex’s first wedding anniversary party. It was a beautiful morning out. “Hello Gorgeous.” Topaz knew the voice and her temper flared. “I told you not to call me that, Ronnie.” “But, Topaz, we are meant for each other. You know you love me deep down. I love you, Doll.” “Rotten Ronnie does not know the meaning of love. All you care about is yourself and getting what you want.” He flew up close to Topaz stopping her movement forward. His eyes smoldered with danger, she felt a warning flash through her. “I always get what I want, Topaz. You’d do well to remember that.” Topaz showed no fear. “You can’t make me love you, Ronnie.” Rotten Ronnie chuckled, it sounded awfully evil. “Now I wouldn’t be too sure about that, Topaz Sinclair!” Then he was gone. Topaz shuddered and tried to forget about him; he was such a creep these days. She wondered what this day would bring. Seems like something went on everyday here. Havoc 28

Spellfire Seasons, #2 House neared and Topaz put everything from her mind except for the most spooktacular cocktails she could come up with. **** Barry walked back in carrying a small cardboard box filled with breakfast goodies and the smell of coffee emanated around him. Scott had just been turning back and forth in front of the mirror admiring the spectacular glowing wings protruding from his shoulder blades. “But why neon pink? Almost any other color would have done.” He had no idea how to hide them. Did they fold up or retract? “Hey, Robbo, I couldn’t see Topaz so I brought the next best thing.” Electra walked in the door behind him. “Oh my!” she drew in a sharp intake of breath and covered her mouth with her hand. Scott felt crestfallen, even Electra was shocked at the sight of him. What hope did he have? “Go ahead...laugh.” “Laugh? Oh no. It’s not that kind of shock. In either of my lifetimes, I have only ever seen one other set of pink neon wings. They are truly breathtaking.” “Sure,” Scott replied as he sipped the coffee Barry handed him. “Scott, we have a lot to talk about today. I think you should know about Virgil and his life, why he chose to keep his life a secret from your family. He had hoped to spare you all of this. Your father never knew about it at all. The faery heritage goes back thousands of years and lies dormant in many, only to be called forth when the demise of a bloodline is at stake.” “Topaz mentioned something about that last night. If I am the last living male it means I need to change into full Fae to lead my family. I can’t lead myself at the moment let alone anyone else. I don’t know how I can ever go home again and I love Australia. I’ve never thought about leaving.” Scott shook his head. Electra laughed. “Oh Scott, you are making a storm in a teacup. You will learn how to integrate into normal society, only other paranormals will see you as a faery unless you choose to reveal yourself. Your powers will grow strong and be many. Did you think every faery being lived in Spellfire and couldn’t leave? The world over is filled with the Fae, every country has its own legends.” “Yeah, I s’pose you’re right.” Scott felt a little more happy now, this might just work out fine. But what about Topaz? Long distance 29

Spellfire Seasons, #2 relationships rarely worked. His hopes up, other than the kiss he had no reason to think she would want anything to do with him. “See, mate, I told you, nothing to worry about.” Barry crammed a sweet roll into his mouth, offering the box over to Scott. Scott felt too fired up to eat. “So, how am I gonna learn all this new stuff?” “Well, My husband Alex and I are celebrating our first wedding anniversary on New Year’s Eve. If you and Barry can stay on for that, I’d be glad to teach you as much as I can, and I’m sure Topaz will be happy to help.” “I’m not so sure about that, she was pretty pissed off when she left last night.” Scott filled Electra in on the events. “Oh, don’t you worry about Topaz, her heart is as golden as her wings, she’ll be back. And you met Doctor Phial,” Electra laughed. “Oh he pops up in closets here and there, he means well and actually a chat with him wouldn’t hurt. He wasn’t always a skeleton you know, he was once quite a strapping man, a very accomplished doctor in his field. He took some time adjusting to not having a body and innards.” “Poor Bastard,” Barry breathed out. “Yeah for sure, I’d rather be a faery...never thought I’d hear myself saying that,” Scott agreed. “I planned Christmas day here, why not New Years Eve. Whaddya say Bazza?” “Just fine by me. I might get to know Sianna little better.” “Thanks, Baz I couldn’t do it without ya, fair dinkum. You are a dead set mate, Mate!” “Ah ease up, ya big fairy!” Scott smirked at Barry’s lopsided grin. “Good that’s settled then. For now, go to see this support group, Faeries Anonymous. They are meeting now, in fact. You’ll find them in a room off Trinkets across the road from Sins. It’s not only the Fae, but many other paranormals as well. Not everyone adjusts well and some are just family members of those in denial looking for some support.” Electra handed Scott a business card. He hugged her. He felt close to this woman though they’d only just met. Something told him her wisdom and friendship would prove invaluable to him. “Topaz will be in the cocktail bar at Havoc House until three this afternoon. Today is her day for getting creative and designing new drinks for us all to enjoy,” Electra told Scott. 30

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “Bewdy. I’ll go find her and apologize. So these wings won’t be seen by ordinary people?” “No, but expect to be stared at if you leave them out. As I said, the neon pinks are very rare. Most think they are the stuff legends are made of.” “Well how do I hide them? Last thing I want is to be a curiosity in the paranormal set!” “Just practice it in your mind. Fae power is mostly held in the mind. Topaz will help you learn to fly and communicate and introduce you to some of the basic magic. The more advanced stuff you can attend a mature age class at the Fae University here, or you can do it by correspondence. That won’t start until February next year. For now, see your wings folding inside you back and doors closing to hide them.” “That easy huh?” Scott concentrated hard, and felt a slight shudder then he looked in the mirror and the wings had gone. Then he imagined the doors opening and the wings unfolding again, and they were back. “Hey that was easy!” he exclaimed. “You’re a natural faery,” Electra complimented. “I tell him that all the time.” Barry joked and Electra laughed. Scott just shook his head and punched his friend in the arm.

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Chapter Four Inside the room at Trinkets, Scott was surprised to see how many male faeries were in there. Most of them looked a little down in the mouth or grumpy. He strode in, no one was saying much so he introduced himself around. Apparently, this was the social night to get together for a drink and a chat. Nothing formal. “Suits me fine,” Scott said to the pale man dressed in black who seemed to be the group leader. Over at the table he saw Dr Phial and waved. Scott thought nothing odd about the man he spoke too until he shook his hand and the bloke smiled. “I’m the one who started the group. My name is Vincent, come take a seat.” Scott almost jumped at the icy cold touch of Vincent and his elongated incisors. “Don’t worry you’ll get used to it.” Vincent laughed. “What do you drink? Coffee, tea, juice, or something stronger?” “Juice is fine thanks.” Scott sat down across from a man who you could only describe as wolfish. Could he really be... “Hi,” he growled. “G’day, mate! My name is Scott Robson. Me mates call me Robbo.” “You’re not from around here then.” “Nah, mate, I’m from down under. I just turned into a faery. Long story, but here I am.” “Well there’s plenty of time to hear it here. I’m Warren, most just call me Wolfie.” “Bonza. So why are you here?” Scott asked. “You may have guessed I am a werewolf. Which is fine I guess, except I hate body hair. When I was a normal man, I waxed constantly. Body hair just made me shiver. I knew I had a problem, 32

Spellfire Seasons, #2 but I could control it, you know?” Scott nodded. “Well then, I was out one night, later than I should have been and this blasted werewolf bites me. Now I’m trying to deal.” “Jeez mate, and I thought I had problems.” Just then Vincent put his juice in front of Scott and sat down next to him with his own drink. It was a blood red color and had a carrot stick and celery sticking out of it. Scott stared at the glass. He had to ask. “Is that...?” “No...oh no, not at all. It looks the same, almost tastes the same too, but this is a vegetable based blood I am sampling. My own invention actually,” he said proudly. Scott wasn’t sure he heard correctly. “A vegetable based blood? Why?” “I’m a vegan. I refuse to eat animals, dead of living, or any products derived from animals,” Vincent announced importantly. “Let me get this right. You are a vegetarian vampire?” Then he pointed at Wolfie. “And you are a werewolf, who can’t stand body hair. Right?” “Right,” they both chimed together. Scott skulled his juice, drinking it straight down. “I don’t think I have any right to be here. Compared to you two, I have no problems. I have to be somewhere, but to be fair I’ll be back to your next meeting to tell you my story. Deal?” “Sure, it will be great to see you again,” Scott shook both their hands and left, thanking his lucky stars he never had their problems. Just before he went to Havoc House to find Topaz, Scott decided to go have a look around the Boo Bar. Sure all the formalities had to be taken care of, however. Scott really looked forward to the meeting later today with Jerry Normil. Once the paperwork was out of the way, Scott had decided to get the bar open for service and to find out just how much work the rooms needed. For now, he could only walk the grounds out back and peer through the windows. A hand landed heavily on his shoulder and Scott jumped mile high. “Bit touchy there, cobber?” “You fuckwit. Near had kittens!” Scott laughed along with Barry. Both of them peered through the window, shading their eyes with their hands. Inside a heavy wooden bar stretched a good length of the room and stools rested atop, turned upside down. It was a little dark in 33

Spellfire Seasons, #2 there to see much of the decor, but Scott felt good knowing this would soon be his. At last, something may be going right for him. “Well, well if it isn’t our guests from down under.” Both Scott and Barry swung around to see a pack of male faeries seemingly in a bad mood. “Who are you?” Scott asked, standing up tall. “I’m Rotten Ronnie and I just decided I don’t like Australians.” Scott felt Barry tense and draw himself to his full six foot six stance. “And that would bother us why?” Scott asked, lacing his tone with indifference. “Listen smart ass,” Ronnie towered over Scott and growled out his answer, “if the Fearsome Faeries don’t want you here, you better leave.” “Oh fine, be sure to tell them to drop by and let me know,” Scott provoked. Ronnie went red and stretched out his cobalt wings to full stretch, waving them up and down. The movement put Scott in mind of an agitated cat’s tail. “Jeez mate, you oughta get some rexona.” Barry waved his hand in front of his nose and pulled a face at Rotten Ronnie as if he had bad odor from under his wings. “You two aren’t welcome here in Spellfire and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave before the trouble starts.” The rest of the pack closed in making Barry and Scott back up against the sandstone brick wall. The others were some sort of Fae as they had wings, but boy were they ugly. Many faces were distorted and looked like they were half-melted and reset or something. “Listen Ronnie, save your breath. I won’t be bullied into leaving.” “You have Fae blood, you know, you’ll be getting wings soon.” The group moved in closer and Ronnie grabbed Scott’s shirt, just below the collar, and tugged him away from the wall. Scott noticed Barry had his arms cocked and ready to start swinging. But Scott thought he might put the surprise element Ronnie tried, back onto him. He materialized his wings and immediately the pack ran away in a flurry of wings and screams. “So you were saying?” Scott took a step closer to Ronnie, who just stared open-mouthed and stepped back. 34

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “I’ll be back and when I do watch out!” Ronnie disappeared into thin air. “Friendly bunch,” Barry observed. “Bloody Hell, someone wants us gone bad. I wonder why? Well, I’m not leaving until we have New Years here and see how this place runs. I hope I learn to disappear like that.” “You never seem to have a problem with it when it’s your shout for drinks!” Barry laughed and Scott made a wry face. **** Topaz invented two new drinks, she’d just have to come up with three more. One she simply called Chiller, which was loads of crushed ice, lashings of cream, blended with blood red cherries and doused with vodka and gin. The other she called NYE, and that was melon liqueur and tequila poured over ice in a tall glass and topped up with sparkling wine. Perfect. “Hello, Topaz, I wonder if you could help me with an enquiry?” Topaz jumped and put her hand over her heart, which thumped hard. “Oh Frieda, it’s you. You startled me,” Topaz added, feeling ill at ease to be alone with Frightful Frieda. What on earth can she want? she thought. “Sorry. I wondered if you could tell me what time the New year’s Eve celebration starts?” Now Topaz felt downright scared. She wasn’t at all sure how much she should tell Frieda, or even if Electra planned on inviting the mean witch. “Ummmm, I’m not sure really. You could ask Electra,” hoping she didn’t upset the scary woman. “Sure, I suppose that will be best.” Just before she walked off she indicated the bar with a sweep of her arm, which just happened to move over Topaz. “I simply love what you’ve done with this bar, Topaz.” “Thank you.” A slight tingling sensation went over Topaz, but she paid no mind. “Okay I’ll check with Electra. Bye now, Topaz.” “Bye.” That was strange, she thought. Time to lock up and go. Now what was she going to do this afternoon? Try as she might, Topaz just couldn’t remember. She locked the bar area and went outside, at least the sun was shining. 35

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “Hello, Gorgeous!” “Ronnie!” Topaz cried out and ran into his arms. “It’s so good to see you.” He hugged her tightly. “What are we doing tonight? Staying in for some private time I hope.” Ronnie asked with a smile. **** Scott quickly stopped by his room and picked up all the needed paperwork for the reading. He had no problem proving who he was. Jerry said it was a formality really, then he could hand over the keys. Tomorrow was Christmas and he wanted to get the bar open for Christmas Eve drinks tonight if he could. Might take a bit of spit and polish, but Barry would help, maybe Topaz as well. Then he saw them, that Rotten Ronnie holding Topaz and stroking her hair. A flair of jealousy raged, but he had no time to question what he saw. Maybe she’d forgotten to mention her friendship with Ronnie. They sure looked a lot closer than friends. Barry waited in Jerry’s office for him, so Scott headed straight there. Then he would go find out why the heck Topaz never mentioned Rotten Ronnie and her being so...close. **** Electra knew damn well something was going on and Maejika had arrived on her doorstep to say much the same thing. “Someone is casting spells, and yesterday I had a premonition about Sianna and Barry kissing under the mistletoe. But I can’t help but feel something much bigger is going on,” Maejika sounded concerned. “I agree. Listen, you keep an eye on things. Alex and I are meeting Scott and Barry for dinner to see how the reading of the will went. Scott wants to try out some regular Texan food, so are going to the new grill that’s opened. They seem to serve more traditional stuff,” Electra said. “Well I don’t think you’ll be going early. There seems to be a small problem to fix outside Sins.” “What do you mean, Maejika?” “Angus Sinclair is ordering Rotten Ronnie to leave Topaz alone. And Topaz is very upset.” “Okay well, that is nothing new for those three.” “But Electra...Topaz says she loves Ronnie and wants to be with him. Angus keeps saying the deal is off.”

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Spellfire Seasons, #2 Electra grabbed her purse and rushed downstairs to see what on earth had gotten into Topaz. Sure enough the three of them argued loudly and Topaz had hold of Ronnie’s arm. “You didn’t keep up your end of the bargain, a deal is a deal, now let Topaz go.” “Back off, Angus. I told you I love Ronnie and I’m staying with him.” Topaz yelled at her brother. “You heard the little lady, Angus. She loves me.” Rotten Ronnie goaded. “She does not love you. You know it.” Angus shook his head when he saw Electra coming. “It’s a spell, Electra. A spell I organized, and Ronnie was supposed to run the Australians out of town so I could have The Boo Bar. I’m sorry, I should have known better than to trust Ronnie. His bad faery bones just run too deep. But this time I’ve gotten Topaz involved and that I should never have done.” “No, Angus, you shouldn’t have. You know I can’t reverse this type of spell. And I’m betting the person who cast it won’t. Please tell me you have a safety net of some kind Angus.” Electra crossed her arms and tapped her foot. “Well, unless Ronnie treats her bad, the spell can only be broken by true love’s kiss.” “I love Ronnie, his kiss is the only one I want.” Topaz proceeded to kiss Rotten Ronnie deeply. “You better leave town when she finds out you had her kissing him, Angus. You’ll be lucky to get out of it alive. Topaz will be livid.” A raucous laughter sounded from behind and two Australian voices rang out. Topaz sniffed her disgust at the loudness and Electra turned to Scott. “We have a slight problem with Topaz.” “I don’t have a problem. He has a problem,” she poked her finger at Angus. “I’m quite content here with Ronnie, but no. Now he wants to play protective big brother all of a sudden. I thought you liked Ronnie anyway.” Topaz squealed and giggled as Ronnie slapped her backside. She kissed him again. “Topaz?” Scott asked, his face looked angered, but he spoke calmly to her. “You know me? Oh yes you are that Australian fellow aren’t you.” Scott turned to Electra. “What can we do?” 37

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “You have to kiss her. Love’s true kiss can break the spell. You are the best hope we’ve got. But I warn you she’s going to fight,” Electra said. She pointed over to Ronnie. “Don’t you interfere or I’ll have to do some casting of my own.” “Don’t worry about him, Electra I’ve got him under control.” Barry had silently moved behind Ronnie and now held his wings back, pinned together at the top by his large hand. Ronnie yelped and squirmed, but each time he did Barry gripped tighter and Ronnie stayed still to avoid pain. “Let go of him, you big lump!” and Topaz kicked Barry sound in the shin. “Ow! Jeezus. Robbo, hurry up will ya!” Scott advanced on Topaz and pulled her away from Barry and Ronnie. She swung around and glared at him. “Get away from me!” “Just one kiss, Topaz.” He held her shoulders and leaned in. Topaz landed a slap on his cheek. A ripple of oohing and ahing went around the group. Scott let her go. She planted her feet apart on the ground and extended her wings to full stretch, creating a golden glow. Scott did the same and as his neon pinks came into view, a collective gasp went up. Electra marveled at how truly beautiful they were in the sunlight, they almost dazzled her naked eye. Topaz gasped as well. “Come on, Topaz. You kissed me last night, do you remember?” “I did no such thing, you rotten liar!” “Topaz, please, just let me kiss you,” Scott pleaded and took a step towards her. Topaz punched him fair in the guts, Scott doubled up. Barry laughed out loud. “Get away from me you pervert!” “Right, that does it woman!” Scott grabbed her by the shoulders and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against him and lifting her off the ground. She screamed and squirmed and wriggled, finally Electra saw her knee come up and connect Scott fair in the balls. Scott dropped Topaz and doubled up on the ground, groaning. Barry laughed louder. “Hey mate! You getting creamed by a woman! Can’t wait to tell the guys about this.” Electra wondered about Barry’s apparent enjoyment of seeing his friend hurt. Must be the Australian way, she thought. Scott, still in the dirt, looked up at Electra and breathlessly said, “Is there any other way?” 38

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “Only to let Ronnie marry her and wait until he treats her bad.” Angus had told Electra that part during the kafuffle. “No fucking way is that mongrel getting his hands on her.” He struggled to stand. He lunged at her, she flew up and avoided his grasp landing behind him. Scott swung around managed to catch one of her wrists in the next lunge and they both crashed to the ground. He wasted no time pinning Topaz to the ground using his weight. Her wings were retracted as soon as they started the fall, so Scott did the same. Topaz tried everything to get him off her and Electra had to admire her tenacity and smiled a little. This had better work. She saw Scott go in for the kill and press his lips to Topaz’s. For seconds after, the feisty faery continued to try and get Scott off her. Electra worried that perhaps Scott and Topaz weren’t destined to be one. Then an explosion sounded and everyone became liberally coated in multi-colored faery dust and the pair disappeared. “Where’d they go?” Barry sneezed and brushed down his clothes, bloody messy buggers.” He grinned at Electra. “To a faery grotto I’d say, for some...privacy.” “Lucky bastards! Well I’m going for a beer. You want one Ronnie?” Barry asked. “You want to take me for a beer. After me trying to do everything I’ve done today?” Ronnie looked shocked. “Sure I do! All’s well that end’s well. Those two will probably be bumping uglies most of the night. Whaddya say? No hard feelings?” Barry held his hand out for a handshake. “No hard feelings. You Australians sure are a strange bunch.” “Mate...you ain’t seen nuthin yet! Come and I’ll spin a few yarns with ya.” “I don’t know how to spin wool!” Ronnie answered. “Hahahaha. Oh you kill me. Spin a yarn means tell a few stories!” Electra had to laugh at the good-humored Barry and she saw Ronnie with a smile on his face as well. Even the small crowd that gathered looked in awe. “How about you, Angus. You drink in your own, bar do you?” Barry slapped him on the back. “Yes of course! You want me to come?” “Sure, Cobber, sure. Besides, it’s your place.” Barry winked at Ronnie and the three wandered off to Barnabas’. 39

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “Extraordinary!” exclaimed Maejika. “He may not be paranormal, but boy, that Barry works some magic!” “He sure does, never thought I’d see the day! Well it looks like Alex and I will be dining alone for Christmas Eve. He will never believe this story.” Maejika left, the people dissipated and Electra ducked back upstairs to wait for Alex.

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Chapter Five Despite the initial need to fight against him at all costs, during the kiss something strange happened. Topaz felt a surge of want and realized suddenly who Scott was and her body reacted strongly. She really had no idea what happened earlier, the last thing she really remembered was talking to Frightful Frieda in Havoc House. However, she became aware they lay in the dirt with a crowd around them. Some one wolf-whistled and she guessed that was Barry. Topaz very swiftly, magically transported them to her private faery grotto. Leaving the onlookers with a healthy dose of rainbow faery dust. She enjoyed the feeling of Scott’s kiss and the weight of him covering her enrage the passion in her body. He must have sensed they were elsewhere and pulled slowly out of the kiss. “Where are we?” He rolled off her and into the lush green grass. “This is my private grotto. You’re the only man I’ve ever brought here.” “Crikey’s, it’s beautiful! Thanks.” Scott played with the buttons on her top. “So just why did you bring me here?” “Because I didn’t feel like giving half of Spellfire a floor show.” Topaz traced the outline of his hard bicep with her index finger. He followed suit down the outline of her breast, lingering around her hardened nipple. “I see. Well after that knee to the cods you gave me, I’m not sure I can perform.” His fingers traced over her bared midriff, toying with her dangling belly button jewel. Topaz felt her inside flutter and placed her hand firmly over the hard swelling of his cock, squeezing it through his jeans. “It feels healthy enough to me. Maybe a little extra attention might have it working well.” 41

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “I’d say that would do it.” Scott now leaned down and toyed with her belly button with the tip of his tongue and Topaz physically jumped. He planted soft kisses all over her abdomen. Nibbling and sucking with the occasional bite, Topaz felt the wetness of her panties and her pussy just throbbed to be filled. She silently thanked the fates she had her Brazilian wax last week. Anton always made sure not a hair remained and Topaz was never embarrassed with him. Leader of the Gay Mummy Corps, He was as gay as they came. She’d had some very memorable nights with them, but that was a whole other story. Scott leaned up on one elbow and slowly unbuttoned her top. Topaz had no need for a bra, so high and firm were her large breasts. Scott gasped when he saw her pierced nipples surrounded by a metal nipple shield, exposing only the very tips of her dusky nipple. When he flickered the tip of his tongue over one, she arched up and cried out. He squeezed her other breast twisting the nipple guard slightly. Topaz groaned again and every electrical pulse in her body now centered at her clit. She writhed to rub her g-string against it. “Does that hurt?” he asked as he twisted a little more. “A little,” she gasped. He breathed his next question into her ear, “And do you like it?” “Yes, I love it.” He replied by sucking her earlobe, something that drove her crazy. She’d never told any other man she’d been with and they’d never discovered it. Yet here was Scott zooming right in on her most erogenous zone. As her hips arched into a series of thrusts, his other hand covered her mound and she rubbed against it eagerly. “You like that, Topaz, don’t you?” he growled into her ear. Then he’d hit upon the other thing that made her lose control, hearing her name. Topaz could do nothing, but whimper agreement. “Topaz, you are the sexiest woman I have ever met and you are driving me crazy. Look, I’ve never been so hard.” Topaz opened her eyes and looked down to see the biggest bulge she’d ever seen. His cock strained his jeans and she gladly sat up and flicked open his button. The zipper practically undid itself. Scott stood up and after his jeans fell to his ankles, he stepped out of them, then held his hands out to pull Topaz up. She stood. Quickly pulling off his t-shirt, she traced the waistband of his tight, elastic boxer 42

Spellfire Seasons, #2 briefs. His rippling tensed at her touch and he groaned now. “Topaz...” he breathed. With out delay, she hooked thumbs into his underwear band and pulled them down. His erection took her by surprise. By sheer girth alone she wondered if it would fit inside her, let alone the length. She placed both hands around it and squeezed, “You are just gorgeous, Scott.” “You are the gorgeous one, Topaz.” He stepped back, placing her hands at her sides, and appraised her naked upper body. One at a time, he felt the weight of each breast, as he scraped his thumbnail lightly over her nipples. Topaz wondered if her legs would hold up. He lowered his hands to her hipster jeans. “May I?” “Yes...please.” Topaz widened her legs a little as he unfastened her button and unzipped her short fly. With a quick push, they pooled at her feet and she stepped out of them. Now only her pink g-string remained. She went to remove it, but Scott stopped her. “No, leave it for now. You are just so fucking sexy, Topaz.” He pulled her into a torrid kiss that became nothing short of feverish. Scott’s fingers parted her pussy lips and played at the wetness of her opening. “So wet, so smooth. So perfect.” He slid two fingers inside her. Oh so fucking tight!” All the while she pumped the length of his rock solid cock and all she could think of was having it pulsing inside her body. She wanted Scott more than she’d wanted anybody. “Scott? Fuck me...now...I can’t wait any longer,” she begged. “Topaz...” was all he said and then he pulled her against him, lifting her up. She eagerly spread her legs around him and he poised at her entrance. The strength of his leg muscles allowed him to sit down cross-legged while still holding Topaz in position. “Whenever you are ready, Topaz. You call the shots.” Topaz could feel the bulbous head of his cock nudging her pussy opening. She wriggled a little and felt the head of it slip inside. Both she and Scott breathed in sharply. “Jeezus!” he said. Once her pussy adjusted to the size, Topaz cried out as she impaled herself fully onto him. Scott roared out loudly and thrust up into her. Topaz rode him wildly and squeezed her vagina in as tight as she could. Her clit bumped against his pubic bone and she ground her self down with each of his upward thrusts. 43

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “Topaz, Topaz, Topaz...” he chanted. Driving her passion higher. “Topaz, I am gunna come!” “Me too...Oh Scott.” As the paroxysm of climax hit her, she vibrated and shuddered and jerked around his throbbing and pulsing cock. She screamed out, he roared. And together they became one. **** Together they explored each other bodies late into the warm night. “Isn’t it supposed to be winter?” Scott asked. “Well, not in my grotto. I keep the nights warm and sultry. By the way, Merry Christmas, it’s past midnight.” Scott had just removed her nipple shields. “And Merry Christmas to you to, my darling.” He leaned in and suckled her nipple in turn. He played them perfectly with his teeth, lips and tongue. Topaz felt the passion rise again and wondered how much more she could take. Well she had at least the next week to find out. And she fully intended to find out.

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Right Man, Wrong Time by Jane Carver Hit in the head in 2005, Sunny wakes up in Spellfire, Texas in 1880. She inadvertently curses the Branson family, only to learn that magic is the norm in this town. When she discovers the man she loves isn’t what he seems, she wishes to return home. Doc Blake finds the woman of his dreams when he runs down Sunny with his horse. After an intense night of passion, he confesses his true identity. His magic is challenged when his lover demands a wish. Like the Wizard of Oz, wishes in Spellfire come true.

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Right Man, Wrong Time by Jane Carver “Why can’t you ever do things ahead of time, Butch?” Sunny Cassidy leaned next to the open second story window so her brother could hear her better. A chill December wind blew in and sent a shiver down her back. “Listen, Sundance, we’re doing just fine. These decorations will be up in no time.” “Yeah, right.” She imagined her brother and his new friend on the rooftop, putting up Christmas lights and decorations. With a brisk wind and a temperature hovering in the high 30s, she didn’t envy them the chore. “You and what’s-his-name should have started a couple of weeks ago.” She leaned out again, to stop the comment her brother would make. “Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s rained the last two weekends. Two days before Christmas, though, is cutting it close. You’re going to break your neck. And give me gray hairs.” She turned away from the window to admire her image in the full-length mirror. Not a gray hair to be seen. Five-foot eight of lush curves and full breasts fit like a glove in a late-19th century dress. Green-flowered velour complemented her grass-green eyes and copper-colored lashes. She leaned over to wipe the bridge of her nose. “Dang, I wish those stupid freckles would go away.” Along with her red hair and green eyes, she inherited a faint glow of fairy dust, her mother’s name for freckles. Back at the window, she called Butch one last time. “Are you going to make it in time for the Texas Western Christmas Celebration? Mary Sims will miss you if you don’t come.” She knew that would get him. He detested Mary. Would he rather hear this? 46

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “Oh, by the way, Alice Garrett asked about you the other day. Said she’d be at the kissing booth from five until closing.” She counted under her breath, but got no further than six, before she heard someone scramble to the edge of the roof. “Alice asked about me?” “Yeah.” “What do you think, Tommy?” Butch consulted his new friend. The other man answered too low for Sunny to hear. “Tommy said we can probably make it, if we only do the lights today. We’ll put up the other decorations tomorrow.” Butch scrambled up the steep roof. Sunny heard the scraping sounds on the shingles. A loose board, used to hold the roof’s garland, sailed past the window and buried itself in the front yard’s soft grass. “Hey, watch it up there, you two. Someone could get hurt.” “’kay,” drifted back as she picked up the caba, a small handbag that matched her outfit. “Just like a school marm or one of those hair-brained women who left home and hearth to traipse over the prairie, following some man.” Sunny made no bones about women who were “TSTL”—too stupid to live. She wrote novels and killed off female characters that went into dark basements, with just a flashlight, when they knew a murderer waited there. She tucked her brilliant red hair, rolled at the back of her head, under the poke bonnet. Her pelisse, an ankle-length coat with short attached cape, lay across the foot of the bed. Her research into clothing styles of the 1800s produced great results, she thought. The pelisse might look severe in all black, but dark green stitching across the bodice and the forest green silk lining, peeking out from underneath the cape, relieved the starkness. One last check in the mirror: green bonnet with a purple feather, dress with bustle, pelisse to ward off the cold, kid-leather gloves, the small caba attached to her wrist with a strap, and her balmorals—those laced-up shoes inspired by England’s Queen Victoria. “Ready to knock ‘em dead at the celebration,” she said to her mirrored image with a grin. An icy blast of air from the window reminded her to close it before she left. Never quiet, she clattered down the stairs; her sturdy shoes made sharp clicks on each step. “Mom, I’m gone. I’m meeting Alison at the cake booth.” 47

Spellfire Seasons, #2 Clarice Cassidy stuck her head out of the kitchen door and waved. “Bye, dear. Your dad and I will be there when he gets home. Got called out for an emergency at Riker’s horse farm.” Her skirt held in one hand so she wouldn’t trip, Sunny made her way down the front steps and headed to her car. “Shoot, that guy parked his car behind me.” “Butch.” She didn’t see the guys on the front side of the roof so called louder. Heavy clouds, dark with possible rain, rolled beyond the roofline. Wonder if it will snow. That would be so cool, but it never snows around here for Christmas. Wrong part of Texas. Her brother peered over the roofline. “I thought you were gone already, Sundance. What do you want? We’ve got work to do, remember?” He looked over his shoulder and answered a question his friend evidently asked from the other side of the roofline. “Sundance? A nickname, man. You know, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. The movie.” The friend satisfied, he turned back to Sunny. “What did you need anyway?” “Your friend needs to move his car. I can’t get out.” “Wait a minute.” Butch said something over his shoulder then caught a ring of keys the man threw. “Come closer, and I’ll drop them. Leave them on the front hall table.” Butch straddled the ridge with exaggerated care. He didn’t look as comfortable up there as he pretended. On his seat, he scooted down the roof. Flat boxes of decorations lay close, but he avoided them. However a loose string of Christmas light wire tangled around his hand. Before he could prevent it, the keys fell out of his hand, slid down the roof and sailed out into space. Lost in her thoughts, Sunny didn’t see the mass of keys coming. “Sundance! Move!” Butch’s warning didn’t help. She moved—the wrong way, right into the path of the keys. Whack! They hit her above the brows. She stood still, for a second, then fell like a tree, straight onto her back—out like the proverbial light. **** “Oh man, who stepped on my head?” Sunny opened her eyes a fraction at a time. Soft light hit the back of her eyeballs, and that hurt almost as much as her head. “Dang, that Butch, I’m gonna kill him.” She tried to sit up, only to fall back on something soft and damp. Nausea gurgled in her stomach and climbed up her throat, like an army on a mission. 48

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “I think he killed me.” More pain sliced through her head and settled in her guts. Even the cold temperature didn’t help. Unable to prevent it, she rolled to one side and threw up. Once the spasms past, she flopped on to her back and practiced breathing. Her head pounded, and her mouth tasted like the worst kind of nasty. “Butch, why the hell aren’t you down here, taking care of me? Where’s Mom?” The longer she lay there, the more she worried. “Maybe I’m dead.” However, a mockingbird warbled somewhere overhead, and a frigid blast of air blew across her face. “Something’s not right.” She hesitated to open her eyes, fear making her sweat from a different kind of sickness. “Sundance, you are such a coward.” Her brother’s familiar teasing words rang in her mind. The ringing didn’t go well with the headache. She remembered a mass of keys flew off the roof and hit her in the head. No wonder she ached. Why did no one come check on her though? Never a coward, she pried open one eyelid. “Okay, there’s the house.” She managed to raise the other lid, but when she did, she snapped them closed again. “Something’s definitely not right.” She opened both eyes and looked around. From flat on her back with a restricted view, she could ease her way into whatever was going on. She rolled to one elbow. “That’s my house.” She cocked her head to one side, in confusion. “But it’s not.” The house looked newer than the one she lived in. Fighting another wave of illness, she stood but leaned against a tree so she wouldn’t topple over. “Where’s the street? The cars?” Nothing looked the same as a few minutes earlier. The crisp smell of pine needles and cedar teased her nose. A glance around confirmed what she’d already guessed. A layer of snow blanketed the ground. Snow? Was I out that long? Stalks of stiff dried grass poked out of the layer of white. No clipped and manicured lawn anywhere. In a pasture to her left, a brown cow licked her calf. Mockingbirds and cardinals flitted from one branch to another in the small stand of pine trees where she woke. Their songs filled the afternoon’s silence. No traffic sounds. Where were the cracked street pavements and acres of asphalt? Her part of Texas didn’t look or feel like this in December. “What the hell is going on around here?” Her hand pushed off the tree, and she staggered, for a minute, as she headed toward the house. 49

Spellfire Seasons, #2 Was she trapped in some weird nightmare? Not sure what to expect, she remained silent. Seeing no one around, she sneaked up on the front porch. Through curtained windows, she saw a large formal room, filled with antique furniture. Everything looked old—in a new sort of way. Even the elaborately decorated holiday tree seemed odd, but Sunny couldn’t put her finger on exactly what was out of place. She tiptoed to the other side of the door, listening for footsteps or voices. A dining room, with a table large enough for twenty people. A sideboard and a hutch. Nothing inside looked familiar though, outside, the house looked like hers. Confused and scared, she crept around the side of the house, staying near the wall so as not to leave prints in the snow. She dashed past tall windows, peeked into one and saw the first normal thing since waking up. A man stood at an oak table in the middle of the kitchen. A woman lay bent, face down, over the table, and they were making merry. At least, it seemed that way. “How’s that feel, Margaret? Huh? Make fun of me again in front of the other maids, and I’ll do you until you can’t stand up.” “Please, Mr. Jonathan, I wasn’t making fun. Really, I wasn’t.” Margaret’s hips pounded against the table’s edge each time Jonathan shot his pelvis forward. The tears in the maid’s eyes infuriated Sunny. Having a little fun in the kitchen wasn’t a bad thing, but to do it without mutual consent—that was wrong. She could do nothing about the woman’s circumstances but cursed under her breath. I hope you miss, you little chicken shit, and pound your pecker into the table. Feeling vulnerable and sick over what she had witnessed, she bent low and dashed to the back of the house. Nothing but a pristine snowy yard lay between her, an oldlooking shed and an enormous barn. “Where is everyone?” She slapped her forehead which made her head ache worse. “Geez, what’s wrong with me? No one around is a good thing.” Across the open yard she ran flat out, her green dress and coat hiked to her knees. Careful that her bustle didn’t bang against the wall, she skidded around the corner of the shed then checked to see if anyone noticed her or the foot prints, plain as day, in the snow. Her breaths came rapidly, visible as puffs of vapor in the cold air. 50

Spellfire Seasons, #2 A steady thumping came from inside the shed. A small open window stood high in the wall beside her. Barely tall enough to see in, even at her height, she tiptoed until she could look inside. Her eyes widened, and her mouth created a nice O. “Susan, your sister can’t fuck like this. She always wears a nightgown in bed and only lets me touch her once a week.” A big man stood in the junction of a pretty woman’s legs. She sat on a built-in oak workbench. She held the man by his shoulders while resting her feet on two small stools next to his hips. Eyes closed, she seemed to be enjoying herself while the man kissed his way down her neck to nip at her breasts. Her shirt fell half off her shoulders, and her long gray skirt bunched up at her waist. As for her bloomers, the man filled the convenient slit between her legs. “Jake Branson, Edith is a fool. She could have all this.” The woman laughed. “More fool her. I’m glad she doesn’t please you.” Her head pounding and her sense of justice shaken, Sunny moved away from the window and headed to the back of the barn. She cursed the entire way. I hope that bench collapses, and you both hurt something. She eased inside the barn and found a dark corner before sinking into sweet-smelling straw. The sharp edges of the bustle bit into her rear so she eased on to one hip. The walls blocked off the wind but didn’t warm the temperature. “What’s wrong with these people? Shagging someone for vengeance. Cheating on someone for spite. That’s not right.” She dropped her head in one hand but didn’t get much time to rest. A man’s voice whispered right over her head. “Edith, I could get fired for this. That man of yours can be a mean bastard when riled.” Hay in the loft crinkled, and dust shifted down on Sunny’s head. “Jake would never suspect you of anything like this, Amos. We can meet as often as we want. He’ll never know.” A moan and a giggle followed. “Pl…ease….” Sunny rolled her eyes. “Now the lady of the house is making out with the hired hand. Damn them all,” she muttered. I wish those bails would fall on their little fantasy. Gathering her long skirt and coat in her hands once more, she slipped out of the barn rather than be party to one more incident of a man loving the wrong woman. **** 51

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “Spellfire, Texas? Where the hell is that?” She read the small sign posted at the edge of the road, a mile or more from the homestead where she woke. “1880.” Then it hit her. Like a load of bricks suddenly dropped, she sat, bustle and all, right in the middle of the wet dirt road, unmindful of the light dusting of snow. A slow glance around confirmed what had bothered her ever since waking up. This wasn’t home. She crumpled her bonnet and purse where they lay in her lap while she took deep breaths, fighting to remain conscious. Fainting would be so easy. Every ugly word she’d ever muttered to her brother, everything her parents had asked her to do, that she’d put off, came rushing back. How she wished she could see them again. This time. This place. It wasn’t her time or place. A crow sat on a fence post not far away and ruffled his feathers as the daze of dislocation hit Sunny. “Toto,” she told him, “I don’t think I’m in Kansas any more.” Tears welled in her eyes and hung on her lashes. Somewhere nearby a small sparkle of lights danced across the new snow. “Of course, this isn’t Kansas.” The crow appeared to speak. “Aw, shit. Now I’m going crazy.” She stood slowly and wiped mud off the back of her coat. “This is demented but no more than all those people back there.” She shaded her eyes from the snow’s brightness, in order to see the bird better. “All right, if this isn’t Kansas then where is it?” “Can’t you read?” That threw her for a loop. “Of course, I can read.” A fist settled on each hip. “This is Spellfire, Texas.” One hand covered her mouth while she choked on reality. “And the year?” “Have trouble with numbers, too?” “No, you good-for-nothing bag of feathers! Just answer the question.” “It’s 1880, and I don’t have feathers.” A pause. “At least, I don’t think so.” “What do you mean, you don’t think so? You’re a crow, for God’s sake.” 52

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “I don’t think so,” the voice repeated. “People call me lots of names, but crow isn’t one of them.” The aforementioned crow flapped its wings and took off across the pasture. While she watched it soar away, a man came to the edge of the fence line. He knocked the snow off the top fence rail. She caught sight of him out of the corner of her eye. “I’m not a crow, am I?” “That’s the dumbest question I’ve ever heard.” Sunny snorted rudely, before turning on her heels and walking toward the town barely visible in the distance. “Some say I ain’t too bright.” The man fell in step beside her. His weathered straw hat and tattered flannel shirt had seen better days. Shrubby blonde hair stuck out from under the brim of his hat. His legs were long and his feet enormous. With his big ears, wide-set eyes, Roman nose and skinny lips, homely described the man perfectly. “What’s your name?” “Sunny, but my brother calls me Sundance.” She slapped her hand over her mouth again. What if someone here knew about the famous outlaw? No, Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid had lived around the turn of the century. “Odd name for a girl. I’m Sam.” “Hi, Sam.” She stuck out her hand to shake his, but the man didn’t seem to understand what she wanted. So she took his hand in hers and pumped it a few times. “Ain’t no girl I ever met knew how to shake howdy before.” “Well, Sam, you just met one.” She rolled her eyes. “Where’s this road lead?” “Into town. Ends at the square. Lots of nice stores there. You going to buy something?” Sam’s eagerness reminded her of an enthusiastic puppy. “Not really. I want to go home, and someone in Spellfire might be able to help.” “Oh, I’m pretty sure somebody can get you home. Just have to find the right person, that’s all.” Ahead, a sparkle of lights danced in the snow-laden trees. “You have such a way with words, Sam. That’s an understatement if I ever heard one.” A mocking voice came from a stand of trees, growing near the road. Before either could say a word, a man stepped out in front of them. He directed his comments to Sunny. “He’s pretty stupid, you 53

Spellfire Seasons, #2 know. Don’t listen to a word he says. Has no idea what he’s talking about.” The man leaned against a long walking stick and sneered at Sam with a cruel turn to his lips and a nose wrinkled in apparent disgust. “That’s a pretty heartless thing to say.” Sunny gaped at the man’s insolence. “No one ever accused me of having a heart, missy.” The tall man thumped his chest. “Name’s not missy, Timothy. It’s Sunny. She’s lost. Thinks she’s in Kansas.” “Not Kansas.” Sunny threw up her hands in frustration. Arguing with Sam would not get her home. She set off, walking toward the buildings not far down the road. Sam still followed like a faithful hound, but the man called Timothy joined them, too. “Just headed to Spellfire, missy.” Could he read her mind? She didn’t want him around. However, he was going in her direction so she had no choice. She didn’t have to talk to him though. What a pair. Sam and his shaggy-blonde hair looked like a scarecrow, fresh out of bed. Timothy, on the other hand, wore immaculate gray trousers and shirt. His silver hair shone in the failing sun when he took off his tall peaked western hat to wipe his brow with a folded handkerchief. As they walked, the sun disappeared behind roiling black clouds. Rain clouds in the middle of snow? What next? This is so weird. “Oh, great, rain’s coming, and I have no idea where to go.” Sunny stomped her foot in aggravation. A large blot of dirty snow clung to the bottom of her pelisse. “You could stop at Barnabas’ Bar. They always have something to drink, and it’s warm,” Sam suggested Timothy swatted him with his hat. “Are you daft? That’s a bar. Ladies can’t go in there. She should go to Sinful Sundaes and wait out the storm with Electra.” “Sinful Sundays? What kind of town is this, anyway?” Sunny hurried as the first drops fell. She thrust her long hair, which had fallen sometime in her time transition, under the bonnet. She’d be soaked soon. “Sinful? Oh, it’s not what you think. It’s a place to get ice cream…you know, it’s a new treat.” Timothy pushed Sam away with his walking stick. 54

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “I know what ice cream is. Rocky Road’s my favorite.” She walked faster “Rocky what?” Sam’s eyebrows drew together, in confusion, and his mouth pulled to one side, in a gap. Oops, Rocky Road hadn’t been around in the 1880s either. She said nothing more. Let the men think they misunderstood. “Better for her to go to Boodoirs. At least she could dry her clothes and rest.” Sam suggested in a soft voice. “Too noisy. All those ghosts thrashing about.” Timothy nixed the idea without a second thought. “Not Spell House either. Full for the holidays.” In the middle of the argument, they reached the edge of town. Behind the trio, a twinkle of lights flared, dimmed then flashed. “Wait! Wait for me,” a desperate voice called out. While the men kept going, Sunny stopped, afraid someone needed assistance. Despite the rain that pelted her, she laughed at what fast approached. Chugging down the road, on short legs, came the most adorable little man she’d ever seen. He looked like a fat pixie, all chubby and brown, with hair that lay in tight curls. He ran, without slowing, giving Sunny reason to worry that he might plow right into her. He did, actually. Ran right into her and grabbed her as if the Hounds of Hell chased him. The man in her arms shook like a child. He tucked his head in the bend of her arm and rattled like wind through a skeleton. She couldn’t help it. One arm went around him while the other tenderly smoothed his wet curls. They sprang back instantly. “Don’t leave me alone,” he whimpered. “My, you are afraid, aren’t you?” She rocked him against her. “Of course, I won’t leave you alone. But we better get to town, or we’re both going to get terribly wet.” “Leonard! Where the hell did you come from? Crawled out of a den somewhere when the storm hit, huh. You little coward.” Timothy had doubled back and saw Sunny holding the little man. “Leonard? That’s your name?” She stroked his hair again and smiled at his round cherubic face. “You’re not a coward, are you?” Just then a terrific bolt of lightning crossed the sky, almost on top of the pair. The air around them sizzled. Leonard jerked in her arms. The accompanying boom of thunder blasted the heavens right above their heads. The man screeched, 55

Spellfire Seasons, #2 escaped her embrace, and ran pell-mell toward the square straight ahead. “Wait, Leonard. You might get hurt.” Several horsemen galloped by with heads down. A buggy swerved to miss him. By the time she caught up with Leonard, she and the three men stood under an awning on a wooden boardwalk. Behind them, a door opened, and a strange-looking man seemed to float out. “Morning, Henry.” Timothy nodded respectfully. Sam doffed his hat while Leonard quivered all over. “Howdy do, gents.” Henry sidled up to Sunny’s side and shot Leonard a nasty look. “Boo!” Leonard all but shook apart. “You’re a horrible person. What a mean thing to do.” Before she could add more, Henry slipped his arm around her waist, gave her an enthusiastic squeeze and kissed her temple. “What are you doing?” Pushing him to one side, she swung her hand forward to slap him. But he stepped out of her way so the momentum took her off the walk and into the muddy street. At the edge of the walk, dazzling firecrackers popped, without making a sound. “Hey, watch out!” A hard thump, a tumble and Sunny passed out again. **** “She’ll be all right, Marion. Just bruised her shoulder. She recently sustained a head wound, too, from the looks of that bump on her forehead.” A man’s deep voice woke Sunny. “Are you sure, Doc?” A woman stood close, concern evident in her tone. “Yes, quite. Now, Marion, you go back to Trinkets. I’m sure the rain will bring plenty of customers into the store, and Jeff may need your help.” “You think so, Doc?” “I’m sure.” That awesome voice again. “Let me know if I can help.” The woman’s voice faded. “Will do. And thank you for getting her out of those wet clothes.” The man’s voice moved closer to Sunny as he bid the woman goodbye. Sunny lay still, once again trying to figure out what happened. Was she still in Spellfire? Or home again? 56

Spellfire Seasons, #2 Peering from beneath one eyelid, she saw clapboard walls. Rows of brown bottles lined shelves, and surgical instruments lay out rather than tucked away in sterilized containers. A dispensary—an oldfashioned doctor’s office. A large pot-bellied stove practically glowed from the roaring fire inside. No wonder the room felt warm. Spellfire still held her prisoner. She sighed. “Feeling better?” The man’s striking voice washed over her. Made her tingle, all the way to her toes. She sighed again but, this time, because he sounded so delicious, so sexy. “Say something else.” “Why?” Behind her closed eyelids, she rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe I said that out loud.” “Wishful thinking?” “No, absolutely not. Just confused. Still recovering from…” She opened her eyes and almost fainted again. The most gorgeous man in the world stood next to her, one hand propped on the table where she lay. He had the most knowing expression, like he could read her mind. Fair skin accented his blue-black hair—long hair that hung over his shoulders. Dark eyes watched her over a straight nose and the most beautiful lips she’d ever seen. Sunny wanted to kiss those lips. “Recovering from…” she repeated, in a faltering voice. Her mind refused to function properly. “You are recovering from me,” he said. Did he know what his words did to her? “I beg your pardon. Did we? Am I? Are you?” No way could she finish a sentence, she felt so flabbergasted. “Actually, you’re recovering from me and my horse. When Horrible Henry assaulted you, you backed off the boardwalk right into my path. The stable is at the end of the street, and we were almost there when we ran you down. Sorry.” The way he said ‘sorry’ didn’t sound like an apology but rather an invitation. An invitation to what? “Do you feel well enough to sit up?” He held out a large hand with long tapering fingers. “Who are you?” “Doctor Thomas Blake, ma’am.” The way he said ‘ma’am’ made her think of a Chippendale dancer, dressed in chaps, boots, a cowboy hat…and nothing else. Immediately she desired this man. Her heart pounded, her mouth went dry, and tiny drops of perspiration popped 57

Spellfire Seasons, #2 out on her chest and her top lip. Her nipples hardened, and her lower body softened. Expectant. Ready. Deep into her fantasies, she jumped when someone banged on the door. “Is she all right, Doc?” Sam’s wet head came through the door. “Can she come out and stay with me for a while?” Leonard’s eyes scrunched up, and his mouth drew into a tiny pucker. A particularly loud crash of thunder rattled the windows, and he squeaked. A blast of cold air dashed into the room and wrapped around Sunny. “Did you get a look at her nekid, Doc?” Timothy stuck his head inside the door above Sam’s. One look and Sunny burst out laughing. “Larry, Curly and Moe.” She snorted as she rolled on the narrow table. One twitch in her humor almost landed her on the floor. Only Doc Blake’s strong arms saved her from further injury. “Yes, she’s all right. No, she can’t come outside right now. Marion from Trinkets undressed her.” Doc swung her upright and sat her, with a solid plop, on the table. “Go away, fellows. Ask Marion for a dress to fit the lady. A coat, too. Her things are wet and muddy.” “Sunny, she said her name is. Sundance, she said her brother calls her.” Sam’s information drifted back as the three tromped off the porch, with a great deal of noise and bickering. Timothy dragged a reluctant Leonard away. “They are a collection.” She sighed a third time. “Sigh for me, pretty lady,” Doc breathed into her mouth as his lips closed softly over hers. Like a sip of fine wine, his kiss invaded her body and boggled her mind. His heart pounded as hard as hers because she laid her hand atop hard chest muscles and felt it. She gripped his white cotton shirt so hard that wrinkles formed. When he pulled back, she sat in a daze. But not for long. Her hand still fisted in his shirt, she pulled him back. This time, she slipped her arms up his shoulders and wrapped them around his neck. Her lips caught his mouth in a perfect fit. While her arms embraced the doctor, the sheet she wore slipped until she sat naked to her hips. When he danced his tongue across the seam of her lips, she opened willingly. Their tongues tangoed, waltzed, did the best kind of dance, one that invited the whole body’s participation. 58

Spellfire Seasons, #2 He wrapped her in his embrace and scooted her forward until she opened her legs so he could step closer. He made no secret how he felt. His arousal lay hard against her mound. “Wow.” “Yes, ma’am.” That rich voice filled her soul. “I never got anything like this when I went to the doctor’s office before.” Unable to resist, she pulled him back for one more kiss. “This is so much better.” Doc ended the kiss slowly then reached down and pulled the sheet up until she once again sat, covered from the neck down. “Too tempting. I don’t do this kind of thing—ever, but, when I knocked you down then leaned over to see if you were hurt, I felt like I knew you. Like I’d been waiting for you my whole life.” This time when she fisted Doc’s shirt, passion had nothing to do it. “Uh, Doc, there’s something I should tell you.” Her noisy trio of newfound friends interrupted them before she could tell Doc she wasn’t the answer to his fantasies. She didn’t belong in this town or this era. Confession could wait. Sam, Timothy and Leonard—Larry, Curly and Moe—piled into the room, carrying round bandboxes. “Got some clothes for her.” Timothy put a large box on the table next to her and pulled out a pink muslin dress decorated with tiny roses. “This gonna look right with all that red hair, missy?” Count on him to say something blunt. “As a matter of fact, redheads wear pink well, thank you.” Sunny winked at him. **** “Why don’t you stay here for the night?” Doc arranged the books on his desk but didn’t look up. “Where will you sleep?” Half afraid he’d say ‘with you’, she wandered the dispensary, marveling that the human race survived the crude instruments and techniques of the 1800s. “I have a small house out back where I live. There’s a bedroom here, though, for times when I have to observe a patient overnight. You’re welcome to use it.” “Thanks. I seem to be at loose ends right now. What do I owe for the clothes?” She ran one hand down the dress, loving how it swished around her legs. No bustle, thank God. She could have done without the bloomers. Given the proper motivation, she’d leave those off, too. A quick glance, over her shoulder, showed the doctor still fiddling 59

Spellfire Seasons, #2 with the things on his desk. Images of her and the handsome physician, in a passionate embrace, flooded her with the heat of desire, and she undid the top button on her striped blouse. “You’ll have to talk to Marion about the clothes.” Doc hesitated before asking, “You’re not from around here?” “No, I live a long way from here.” What an understatement. Over a hundred years away. “But you’re here now. You have a room. Do you need a job?” Doc squirmed behind his desk. “I guess I could use one until I figure out what to do next.” “Would you be interested in taking care of my waiting room? Showing the patients in and out? Getting their records?” “I suppose. What’s the pay?” “Room and board is all I can afford.” For the first time in over an hour, Doc Blake raised his head and gave her a direct stare. “I don’t want you to go.” Heat washed over her, and she ducked her head in embarrassment but not before noticing that he blushed as well. “All right, I’ll stay. But Doc, we have to talk.” “I agree. And we will. But not now.” His blush turned into a business-like demeanor. “You need rest.” “But I’m not tired. You checked me over. Even my headache is gone.” “All right, how about this. The rain’s turned to snow again. Never know what the weather will be like around here. Why don’t you get a look at Spellfire? The town’s really pretty this time of year, with the snow and Christmas lights and all. Take it slow and easy. You can thank Marion over at the store for the dress. And you can haul that bunch of love-besotted fools off my front porch.” “What love-besotted…” Sunny peered out the window. Sam, Timothy and Leonard sat on a long bench, admiring snowflakes that drifted past the eave of the roof. “Oh, that bunch.” **** Sam introduced Sunny to Marion and Jeff, owners of a pretty little store called Trinkets. After the two women settled the matter of how much to pay for the clothes—Marion refused to take a cent— Sunny wanted to look around the store. Jeff suggested that her escort wait outside. “They knock too many things off the shelves, and Timothy is so rude, he runs off the customers.” 60

Spellfire Seasons, #2 Among the many treasures lining shelves and tabletops, she spotted a gorgeous bolt of material. The lady standing next to it picked up a fold of the material and laid it across her shoulder then turned to a nearby cheval mirror. The shimmering crimson color complimented the woman’s rich black hair. However, she carefully tucked the material back on to the bolt without buying any. Sunny walked up to the same table, after the woman left, and moved bolts around, enjoying the feel of brocades and silks. When her hand accidentally touched the deep crimson material, a wondrous thing happened. The cloth changed color; under her hand, now laid the most exquisite length of hot pink silk she’d ever seen. Just her color. “But?” Sunny sputtered then fell silent, in case someone heard her distress. How can that be? I know it’s the same bolt. That woman left it lying right here on the edge of the counter. But it was dark red. Wasn’t it? Suddenly afraid, she scrubbed her hand down the side of her dress and backed away. “That can’t be,” she muttered. Now aware that things in Trinkets might not be what they appeared to be, she wandered among the rows but touched nothing else until… She found the locket. A gorgeous thing, silver with intricate scrollwork on the tiny oval lid, she craved it right away. The more she traced the delicate lines, the more the pattern changed. She imagined her eyes playing tricks on her, the after-effects of being bumped on the head, she supposed. Though she yearned for the piece of jewelry, she laid it down. Not only was she in the wrong time and place, but she also managed to be there without any ready cash. A sigh of disappointment escaped her lips as her shoulders sagged. “Only a dollar, dear.” Marion said, coming up behind her. “I don’t have a spare dollar, Miss Marion.” She touched the locket with one fingertip. “Isn’t there a dollar in your dress pocket?” Marion prompted. “There wasn’t anything there when I got dressed.” “Better check, dear. I’d hate to see someone else wear that piece.” “No, really, Miss Marion.” Sunny stopped protesting when she pulled a dollar out of what had been an empty pocket. Handing over the money, she met her friends outside, one locket richer and more confused than ever. **** 61

Spellfire Seasons, #2 Spellfire’s town square lay deep in snow again. The group used the boardwalk rather than cut across the open space with its statue of a soldier. Everywhere Sunny looked, she saw signs of Christmas. Well, at least, it’s the right season even if it is the wrong century. Wreaths hung from doors, and garland draped posts and rails. Once again, she questioned her eyesight when a small group of lanterns floated by, accompanied by invisible giggles and whispers. Leonard, Sam and Timothy stepped to one side, on the boardwalk, as if someone were actually going past. Sunny said nothing, couldn’t say anything for shock, when Sam pulled her aside as well. Though she wanted to question the odd things she’d seen, she feared the answer. So she remained quiet. Sparkles she couldn’t explain flitted all around. Overall, the effect seemed magical but a bit frightening. They stopped in the lobby of Spell House and admired the huge cedar Christmas tree. The tip of each limb supported a tiny candle. That’s what was so odd out at that farmhouse. There were candles on the tree, not electric lights. Everyone seemed to know her three escorts. “Merry Christmas” rang through the air as introductions were made. Once in a while, Sam burst out in song. Snow fell in soft drifts. Everywhere they walked seemed quiet and peaceful, and odd-twinkling lights glowed where there shouldn’t be any. **** Leonard wanted her to see Sinful Sundaes. She stood outside the store, with her nose pressed to the large window glass, same as the others. “You’re Sunny. I’ve heard about you.” A soft chuckle tickled Sunny’s ears. She turned to see a large woman, beautiful in an ageless way, standing behind her. Her purple shirtwaist and plaid Spencer jacket looked magnificent on her. “If you’ve been listening to these three, perhaps you shouldn’t believe everything you heard.” Sunny laughed as she held out her hand to the woman. She also cut a smile to the three men so they’d know she teased them. “Electra Spellfire. Owner of Sinful Sundaes. Have you been in?” She motioned toward her store. “Oh, no, I couldn’t. I don’t really have any spare cash.” Another bold understatement. She had no money, not even the mysterious dollar she found earlier. Just in case, she stuck her hand in the deep 62

Spellfire Seasons, #2 skirt pocket. Nothing. Even working for the doctor, she would only get room and board. How was she to get out of this town other than the way she got in? Walk! “Come on, I’ll treat you. My ice cream is not to be missed.” When Electra took her arm and walked into the sundae shop, she paused. “Come on, you three. What are you waiting for? A mad scramble ensued as the three men barged through the door. Electra commented quietly over her shoulder, “Behave yourselves.” While Sunny eyed the selection of desserts, Electra visited with the men. “Seems the three of you have been up to mischief this afternoon.” She cut them a sharp glance that caused even hard-bitten Timothy to lower his head. “It’s all right. Things are working out like they should.” “Really, Electra?” For the first time, Leonard smiled. She stroked the little man’s curls then patted his shoulder. “Really, Leo.” Over bowls of frosty ice cream, the men chatted as only best friends could. Sunny paid attention and asked questions when possible. At times, she paused as if listening. “Something wrong, missy?” “No, I don’t think so, Timothy. Once in a while though, I hear rustling. Like wings. And I catch bits of gossip, but no one’s here but us.” “Nothing unusual about that,” Timothy said, with a shrug. “Lots of gossips with wings in this town.” “I must be more tired than I realized.” Sunny rubbed the sore spot on her forehead. “I think I’ll go back to the clinic and rest.” She pushed her chair back, but, before she could stand, Timothy grabbed her skirt and pulled her back into her seat. “What are you doing?” She yanked the material out of the man’s hand. “You can’t go outside yet.” He peered out the large window. “Why not?” She saw two men and a woman passing, but nothing to warrant such odd behavior. “Cause Frieda just walked by. She doesn’t like any woman that’s prettier than her.” Sam shuddered. “Frieda’s as homely as me.” “Well, there’s another dumb thing you said,” Timothy snorted. “Frieda is homelier than you ever thought of being!” 63

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “And she’s not very nice either,” whimpered Leonard from where he cringed, his gaze on the back of a tall woman stepping off the boardwalk. “Oh, all right.” Sunny picked up her spoon and worked at getting the last of the frozen cream off the side of her bowl. Frozen? They had been in the shop over half an hour. All the ice cream should have melted. This is the strangest town I’ve ever seen. **** “Doc, can you, uh… Look, I need some medicine. I hurt real bad.” A tall man sidled closer to the doctor’s side. “How’s that, Jonathan? Let me see.” Jonathan Branson backed up and put out a hand. “That’s all right, Doc. It’s my…uh…privates.” “Put your pecker where it didn’t belong?” Doc tilted his head to one side and cocked an eyebrow. “Hell no. Nothing like that. I just… It’s a bit embarrassing, and, if you ever tell anyone, I’ll call you a bloody liar then beat the shit out of you.” “So what happened?” “I missed.” “Excuse me? You missed? Missed what?” “Her. The woman I took. I had her from the back, giving her a good go when I missed. Rammed my privates right into the table.” “How the hell could you do that?” “I don’t know, but it smashed against an oak table. I thought I’d died. It hurts bad, Doc. Do you have something for it?” **** Sunny doubled over in silent laughter. The door to the examining room closed with a definite click so she didn’t hear what the doctor told the younger man. But if wishes could come true then hers did. Jonathan, the man in the kitchen at the farmhouse, pounded his pecker into the table. **** “Next patient, please.” Doc stuck his head out of the examining room and motioned for Sunny to send in the next person. “Well, Jake Branson. Jonathan just left out the back door. What can I do for you?” “A bench collapsed. I think I broke my foot. Scraped me some as it went down, too. But I can live with that.” Jake squirmed on the low stool. He rubbed the front of his trousers but flinched when he did. 64

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “Painful there, too?” The man made a face as he attempted to ease his private pain. “Had to be awful close to that bench for it to scrape…well, what got scraped.” “I was close, Doc. Damn close. And my foot hurts.” Jake shifted the subject and complained, like a little boy, while the doctor rotated his left foot. The big man wiggled again and patted his privates at the same time.” “Foot’s broke, for sure. I’ll wrap it up tight. Anything else broke that needs wrapping?” the doctor asked with a straight face. “Nah, just the foot. The other will get back in shape soon.” Jake settled in one place as Doc wrapped his foot. “Leastwise, I hope so.” **** Sunny barely recovered from her delight over seeing Jonathan in a fix. Through the paper-thin walls of the small room where she got supplies, she overheard Jake discussing his problem. Now she stepped outside so she could hoot out loud over the latest Branson misfortune. Seems her wish for Jake came true as well. Since two men, from the couples she encountered, came to see the doctor, she waited in anticipation for Susan, the sister-in-law, Edith Branson or her lover, the wily but cautious Amos, to come calling. **** “It’s been a day. Glad you took care of the waiting room. I handled some delicate situations.” That last statement was too much for Sunny. She cracked up. Her laugh rang across the dispensary in loud belly-full joy. “Care to share what’s so funny?” Doc leaned against a low counter and crossed his arms over his chest. “I couldn’t help overhear the Bransons discuss,” she cleared her throat daintily, “their personal problems. Seems that household suffered…ah, misfortune.” “As a matter of fact, two others came in from that farm. Susan Emmers, Edith Branson’s sister, came while you ate lunch. Seems her back side hurt, and she was too embarrassed to ask her sister to take a look.” Doc shook his head. “Never thought I’d see the day when a woman asked a man doctor to remove splinters from her butt.” A howl disrupted his reverie. Sunny lay bent over her chair, one hand on her stomach, the other wiping tears from her eyes. “I’ve got to ask. Did the Branson’s hired hand—what’s his name? Amos? Did he happen to come in, too?” 65

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “As a matter of fact, he did. Right after Susan left. Seems a large stack of hay bales fell on him. Smashed his privates into the floor. Had a problem similar to Jonathan’s.” She gasped for breath then grinned. “Smashed pecker.” Doc must have seen the humor of the collective medical problems. While she sat helpless, in the throes of hilarity, he started chuckling then couldn’t stop. When Sunny almost fell out of her chair, Doc caught her then swung her up in his arms. With no encouragement whatsoever, her arms went around his neck. Then, because it seemed the thing to do, she kissed him. Turned her body in his arms until she lay chest-tochest against him. Her hand filled with his silken hair, cupped the back of his head and pulled him closer. No matter how cold or snowy it was outside, inside Doc’s office, the temperature suddenly blazed hotter than the sun. The kiss lasted forever, mind-boggling in its intensity, overpowering in its passion. When Sunny leaned back, she blinked and realized they were no longer in the dispensary. “Where are we?” Not that she cared, as long as he held her. “In my home.” He caught her lips and eased into her mouth, his tongue stroking and teasing. He lowered her on the bed then lay down beside her. “There’s something about you, lady.” A streak of cold winter sunlight darted through a crack in the curtains and lit her hair until it looked like fire. “Sun Dance.” He stroked the curls that lay over his pillow. “That’s a perfect name.” “Let me love you. Feel the silk of your skin, smell the fragrance that I know belongs only to you. See you beneath me, writhing in the pleasure I give you. Let me taste every inch of your flesh. Let me come inside you until you break apart.” He dipped his head and kissed her eyelids then moved across her cheek. “I love that fairy dust over your nose.” One thumb brushed her freckles. She moaned because no one had ever made her feel so good. So…dare she say…loved. Could a person fall in love so fast? Time flew out of her mind when he eased open the first button on her blouse then followed his fingers with a hot kiss. He pushed aside the folds of her shirt then snuggled her closer. “You’re so warm.” By degrees, he removed the shirt while she unbuttoned his. Each time a button came loose, she slid her hands further around him. 66

Spellfire Seasons, #2 Her shirt then his. Her shoes then his. Her skirt then his trousers. They disrobed each other and delighted in what they discovered. His broad palm skimmed her bare skin while she tasted his. They lay in chemise and petticoat, undershirt and drawers. Arms held while tongues tasted, explored. Kisses so hot, they raised the temperature in overheated bodies. “What have we here?” Doc’s hand slipped up her bare leg under her petticoat. “No drawers.” He snuggled a kiss into the curve of her shoulder as his hand found her mound. “I like this.” One long finger stroked her private lips, seeking the dew that loving brings. “Ah, wet and hot.” “Let me take off this undershirt.” Sunny pulled it over his head and tossed it on the floor. “You’re not warm. You’re hot!” She growled at him while she teased one nipple with her teeth. “Where I come from, that means I want more.” “Yes, ma’am.” He used his teeth to loosen the drawstring on her petticoat then pushed both hands inside the waistband and shimmied the material down her legs. “Now this is more like it.” “I think we need to adjust something here.” She drew him higher then pushed his long drawers down and off. Her silver locket lay in the hollow of her throat, and Doc kissed his way around it before pulling back enough to admire what he saw. “One last piece, but it looks so sexy that I hate to get rid of it all together.” She still wore her lace chemise. “How about we spread this enough to get to those beauties?” Good as his word, he unlaced the chemise almost to her waist. “Holy cow. You are stunning.” He nipped one dusty peak. Then laved the other. He sank deep into her embrace and pulled a nipple far into his mouth, suckling hard and long. As he did, he pushed into her waiting body. He set the rhythm. Sucked. And pumped. Finished with the nipple, he lifted on both arms and pounded her body. She lifted her hips and met him, stroke for stroke. His arousal grew until the world revolved around one place, where their bodies met. Pure feeling filled her. Feelings that rose, spread out, and infiltrated every pore. She cupped his bottom while he grabbed her hips, pulled her closer, never breaking the pace. Need, passion, and desire built. He pulled her on to his lap and rammed into her. Ecstasy broke over them, and life pulsed out in thick gushes. 67

Spellfire Seasons, #2 Sunny flung her arms around Doc and held on for the ride. His shoulder muffled her scream. When bliss settled into happiness, she sat against him, loving the way his hands massaged her rear. Tiny sparklers shimmered in the air around the bed. “Um, that’s never happened before.” She felt boneless, drowsy. So content she never wanted to move. “What’s never happened?” Doc wiggled his hips between her spread legs. “This?” “No, those.” She pointed to the last of the lights, still popping around them. “Oh, those.” He didn’t seem concerned. “What are they?” She laid her head on his shoulder and reached for the last one, only to see it disappear. “Magic.” “I’ll say. What just happened was pure magic.” She chuckled. “Not quite that kind of magic.” He turned so he sat at the edge of the bed. He pulled her onto his lap. “You can see the magic, and I think you have some in you. If so, you came to Spellfire for a reason.” “Actually, I came to Spellfire by accident. A real accident. I got hit in the head.” “Let me ask you about those accidents.” He didn’t realize what she meant. Sunny referred to getting hit in the head in the year 2005. Doc apparently thought she meant the accidents at the farm that she told him about. “Remember the Branson family? You weren’t surprised when each came in with an injury. They all hurt their privates, even Susan. You knew. How?” “The first day I was here, I happened by the farm. Without going into details, I tried to find someone to help me. But everywhere I went, I ran into couples having sex. The maid and Jonathan. Susan and her brother-in-law. Then I heard Edith and Amos when I went in the barn.” She caught her breath and sat straighter. “To tell the truth, they were so disgusting that I sort of …” Her words trailed off. “Sort of what?” “Look, Doc, this isn’t funny any more.” She turned serious by slow degrees. The cold outside didn’t cause her shivers this time. “I cursed them.” Doc gave her a cheeky grin and one raised eyebrow. 68

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “Don’t look at me like I’m crazy. I left each couple and wished that something would happen. To their privates. And it did.” She put her hand over her mouth. Her stomach churned. Fair skin turned pale, and her vision darkened to tiny pinpoints. “What have I done? Maybe I am crazy.” **** Doc settled Sunny at the kitchen table. While her shock at what she caused wore off, he made tea. He also sat a glass filled with a half-inch of whiskey near her hand. “You look like you need something to get the blood going again. Shock, you know. Strictly for medicinal purposes.” In one swallow, the whiskey disappeared. The hot tea took longer. “I put a curse on those people.” She pulled a hand over her face. “That’s not right.” “Has this ever happened to you before?” “Never. Wishes don’t come true.” “Yes, they do.” “Easy for you to say. I’m not in the right place, the right time. I’ve fallen in love with this wonderful guy and cursed a whole family.” Tears quivered on the edges of her lashes. “What’s the matter with me?” Not surprised by what she said about the curses, delighted to hear her unconscious confession of love, Doc knelt beside her. “Nothing’s the matter with you. It’s…” He stopped whatever he almost said and sat back on his heels. “I’m going to tell you something. Not everyone who comes to Spellfire learns this, but it seems you fit right in. The town of Spellfire is magic.” One eyebrow raised, she cut him a sideways glance. “If you say so. It seems sort of strange, if you ask me.” “I’m serious. This town has been here for who-knows-how-long. Most folks who live in Spellfire can do magic, are magic, are lots of things ordinary people aren’t. You’d be surprised how old some of them are. And not everyone you’ve seen is what he or she appears to be. Like your three friends.” “Wait a minute. That’s a pretty tall tale. You expect me to believe this town is magic, and the folks here can do magic and are… What? Magic?” Maybe if she said it enough times, she might believe what he said. Sunny shook her head so hard, her hair whipped out like strands of fire. 69

Spellfire Seasons, #2 Doc took a deep breath. “Someone might be nothing more than a scarecrow, or a tin cup or maybe a kitty cat.” He caught her gaze and held it. “For instance, I’m an elf.” Her snort turned into laughter that died slowly. “You’re kidding, right?” When he shook his head, she stood and began backing toward the door. “One of Santa’s elves you aren’t. You’re too tall and too good looking.” “Santa?” “Yeah, Saint Nick. Khris Kringle. His elf helpers build toys at the North Pole.” Sunny babbled but couldn’t seem to stop. “Huh?” “Never mind. You’re not an elf.” She made a dash for the door, but didn’t make it. When he caught her, she put up a good fight before he dragged her back, sat down and pulled her onto his lap. “Calm down, you’re not crazy, and neither am I.” When she wiggled again, he wrapped both arms around her and held on tight. “Let me explain. Let me show you.” She closed her eyes. “I won’t watch you turn into some scruffylooking little man with shoes that turn up at the toes and a pointed hat with a bell on the end. You can’t make me.” When he did not answer, she slowed her twisting and turning. Nothing. The man might have been a mute, for all he said now. Around her, the room grew warm, much warmer than before. Now she sat on his lap, too scared to open her eyes. “You might as well get it over. Open your eyes, pretty lady.” Ah, that deep rich voice that drove her nuts with yearning. Did she hear a touch of humor in his words? She shook her head and clinched her eyes tighter. Did he laugh at her? “Coward.” His challenge sounded more like a whisper of seduction. Little by little, she opened one eye then the other popped open quick enough. “Holy shit, no Christmas elf. More like an elf from Lord of the Ring.” Breathing became difficult when she sat so close to someone so mystical. His skin glowed, and his hair radiated dark highlights. Those shoulders she thought so broad seemed wider, and his waist narrower, cinched by a soft belt. A fawn-colored tunic molded his chest. Trousers outlined long muscular legs. The upper muscles of one bare 70

Spellfire Seasons, #2 arm sported an intricate band of twisted silver. She noted the ornate scrollwork perfectly matched that of her locket. Across his forehead, another thin band held his hair back from his face. His dark eyes shone with more than average light, and his lips looked more kissable. “Who are you?” “Tomas of the House of Blakenspell.” “Are you a prince or something?” Doc, or whoever he was, blushed. “No, but my cousin is.” Open-mouthed with nothing to say, she sat still as a statue. “So you’re not royalty.” He shook his head and tightened his hold. “But you are an elf.” This time, he nodded and pulled her closer still. “Then I guess that’s all right.” Like a person seeing light after walking around in a fog, she shrugged her shoulders. “I can fall in love with an elf, but falling for royalty is out of the question.” The glamour around Doc faded until he looked like the man she knew. Like a bolt of lightning, she jumped off his lap. A wild bubble of fear blossomed in her chest. “Like hell I can love an elf. Royalty or no. And Spellfire magic? This is nuts. I hit my head. I’m hallucinating.” She backed away from him as he advanced toward her. “Get away.” She sobbed, in her fright and confusion. “I wish I could go home.” “I grant wishes, you know.” He put out his hands. “I can give you what you truly wish for.” His face looked sad, shoulders slumped, mouth straight, the light gone from his gaze. “Is that what you want?” A vicious nod. She yelled, “I wish to go home.” Fiery lights rose so close she couldn’t see the room anymore. A cold wind swirled where none blew before. The dancing lights flared higher. A flash and everything disappeared. **** Sunny opened her eyes. Bright sunlight, bouncing off of snow, forced her to squint. When she opened them fully, she saw…Doc. She lay in his arms. “I made a wish to go home.” “No, you didn’t.” “I didn’t? Then what did I wish for?” “You wished that Thomas Blake would love you forever. And I have.” Butch’s newest friend, Tommy, leaned over and kissed her. “We never met this morning. If we had, this whole thing might not 71

Spellfire Seasons, #2 have happened. Let me introduced myself. The newest doctor in town, Thomas Blake, the fourth, at your service.” The faintest sparkle lit his eyes. “Thomas? My Thomas? Doc? From Spell…” She shot a glance around. Lowering her voice, she finished, “From Spellfire?” “Yes, ma’am.” That deep voice, those particular words, and his T-shirt with a picture of the Three Stooges, in western gear who strangely resembled Sam, Timothy and Leonard, convinced her. She wrapped her arms around Tommy as he picked her up. “Oh man, you’re a regular wizard with those wishes. Got more?” “All used up. Don’t need any more. I got all I ever wished for— for over a hundred years—right here in my arms.” Sunny snuggled deeper in his embrace. “Oh Doc, when you’re here, there’s no place like home.” The End

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Night Magic by Jamie Hill Beautiful witch Calista discovers her dream lover living right next door, and does everything she can to get his attention without casting a love spell.

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Night Magic by Jamie Hill He was apparently as dense as the fog that swirled over the river when the sun went down. They’d been neighbors for over a year, not that he noticed. To be fair, she only recently noticed him…in that way. Still, he didn’t seem to know she existed. Calista Canyon stared out the window of her apartment directly into the window of his. The houses were built so close together that she could read the diploma hanging on his living room wall. Ryan Lenhart, Bachelor of Science Degree in Kinesiology, Kansas State University, Manhattan, Kansas. Calista didn’t go to college and never heard of Kinesiology, but after some investigating, discovered it dealt with exercise. Ryan was a personal fitness trainer. One look at his fantastic body verified that piece of information. Calista usually never gave him much thought or attention. Occasionally she crossed paths with him as they came and went. Sometimes they met in the shared parking lot behind their houses. She drove a black Jeep and noticed he drove a similar red-colored one. When the weather turned warm he began riding a bicycle, and kept it up through the mild Kansas autumn. It was Calista’s favorite time of year, with holidays approaching and the weather mild and pleasant. She left her windows open most of the time, and evidently, her neighbor did, too. That’s what caught her attention the first time she noticed Ryan…really noticed him. She heard noises outside and looked up from the book she was reading. Her apartment stood on the third floor of an old house converted to rentals, so it was unusual to hear voices, but she knew she heard something. She walked around to the various windows until she hit upon the source of the noise—her neighbor, whose living room faced hers, entertaining. That was the polite word for it, but fucking like wild animals popped into Calista’s mind. Man, they’re really going at it. She knew 74

Spellfire Seasons, #2 she shouldn’t watch, but it was like a train wreck, she couldn’t help herself. Clutching the windowsill, Calista bit her lip. The man looked tall with a lean, muscular form. He wore his dark hair closely cropped and there was razor stubble on his chin. She vaguely recognized him as her neighbor, but she saw much more of him than ever before. Completely naked, his body gleamed with perspiration as did his sculpted, tight ass. Calista noticed, because that was the view she had of him at the moment. The woman he thrust himself into was less visible, lying spread-eagle on his sofa, her high-heeled feet kicking in the air as he reamed her. Jesus, take your shoes off! Calista thought, and reached for a bowl of popcorn to nibble on during the show. She would never leave her shoes on during sex. She hated wearing them anyway, and went barefoot or wore flip-flops whenever possible. The high heels across the way continued to kick, and Calista squinted to look at them. “Jimmy Choo’s,” she said to herself, nodding. She didn’t buy them, but that didn’t mean she never noticed them. “I suppose if I paid five hundred dollars for shoes I might leave them on, too.” They looked so damn funny kicking in the air that Calista laughed out loud. Wanting to get a better look at her neighbor Calista said softly, “I think you should throw her over the back of the sofa and do it doggiestyle. I’d like to get a look at your hard cock before you shoot your load.” She blinked her eyes and watched. Ryan pulled out of the twat he banged, making Calista smile. He continued to stroke his shaft firmly as he lifted the woman up and leaned her over the back of the sofa. He bent over behind her and thrust his cock into her from behind. “Oh yeah!” Calista clapped her hands. “I like that! That looks so nice…” Maybe a little too nice. She was getting horny watching the neighbors get it on, and slid her hand down the front of her shorts to stroke her clit. The show was nearly over, Calista could tell by the look on his face Ryan would come soon. He grunted loudly and grabbed the woman’s hips as he emptied into her. The woman made little squealing noises as she climaxed, which sounded completely absurd to Calista. The squeals were definitely doing nothing for Calista’s fantasy, so she removed her hand from her pants. She watched a few more minutes as Ryan pulled out and walked around the apartment naked, his semi-flaccid dick looking quite impressive for the state it 75

Spellfire Seasons, #2 was in. At one point Calista thought he might have caught a glimpse of her standing in the window watching him, but she couldn’t be sure. He never pulled the blinds down, just slowly got dressed and fixed a drink for himself and his lady friend. Calista moved away from the window and sipped at her own drink. She was horny as hell, and trying to decide what to do about it. Her cock-shaped vibrator would be the easiest solution, but probably the least satisfying. She could pop in on her best friend Max for a booty call; he loved the friends-with-benefits aspect of their relationship. Yet, for some reason, even that didn’t sound appealing. As much as she loved the feeling of a man’s hands on her, she didn’t want to deal with Max tonight. She glanced back toward the window across the way, noticing it was now dark. Her neighbor left, maybe to take the squealer home. She stepped closer to the window and looked at his apartment one last time. She envisioned herself draped across the sofa, with him thrusting his stiff cock into her. That’s what she wanted. She could have him if she truly desired it. There wasn’t much Calista couldn’t have, with the powers she inherited from her mother. Her mother told her to be careful using magic when it came to love, and she always heeded her mother’s advice. Dreema Canyon was a very powerful witch, and Calista strived to be just like her in another four or five hundred years. So tonight, she settled for her dildo, massaging her breasts with her hands as the vibrating cock thrust in and out of her on its own. She fantasized about her neighbor with his tight ass and stiff rod, and came explosively as she writhed in the air a foot above her bed. **** Calista was mystified. She spent most of her time thinking of a way to get Ryan to notice her, but two weeks passed and so far no luck. Only two weeks? It felt like much longer. She thought about him constantly and made love to him every night in her dreams. She kept an eye on his window. There wasn’t much to see; no more living room sex. She couldn’t see into his bedroom, but doubted the squealer returned. The poor woman was stricken with a really bad case of facial acne, nothing permanent of course, just enough to keep her away from Ryan until Calista got a chance with him. A dirty trick, she realized, but wasn’t the saying, “All’s fair in love and war?” She wasn’t casting spells to make Ryan fall in love with her. There were a few other things Calista could do. 76

Spellfire Seasons, #2 She stepped up to her full-length mirror and blinked her eyes. Calista’s clothes disappeared and she stood naked, looking at her reflection. She was prettier than the squealer, Calista felt confidant about that. Unless Ryan’s taste ran to blondes, because Calista would never be blonde. She tried red hair once and currently wore a deep chocolate brown shade, which she thought complimented her dark eyes and tanned complexion. Her hair fell in large ringlets past her shoulders, and Calista wore dangly hoop earrings, which made her look and feel like a gypsy. She loved her long hair and smiled when she thought about its easy care. All she did was blink her eyes and she was ready for anything. Never having been mortal, Calista didn't exactly know the normal woman’s beauty routine, but she suspected it involved more than the blink of an eye. She looked over her firm, full breasts and smooth, flat stomach. No need to blink her eyes and improve on anything there—yet. Maybe someday after she’d popped out a baby or two…she thought about that for a moment, wondering how cute her babies would be with Ryan as their father. Totally cute. She turned around and looked at her ass in the mirror. Okay, so she trimmed that down a little over the years. What woman wouldn’t if given the chance? Her mother believed there was no harm in keeping one’s self in perfect shape, and Calista agreed. She smiled when she thought of her mother, and decided to visit her. Blinking her eyes so she once again became clothed, Calista blinked again and a bouquet of flowers appeared in her hand. Batting her eyes a third time, she appeared in her mother’s kitchen in Spellfire, Texas. “Wow, you look snazzy!” She looked over her mother’s long red dress and sparkly jewels. Her dark hair lay piled in a bun on top of her head. “Who are you entertaining?” “Hello, Calista darling!” Dreema raised her cheek to her daughter for a kiss. “For me, I assume?” She took the bouquet of flowers and smelled them. “Just beautiful, as always.” She waved the flowers and they disappeared. Calista knew they would appear in a vase in her mother’s bedroom. Her mother loved flowers and everyone who knew her brought some when popping in to say hello. “You look lovely, Mother,” Calista said respectfully, and sincerely. Her mother did look fabulous for her age, which was, well, Calista wasn’t quite sure. But there were several zeros after the number. “So who did you say was here?” 77

Spellfire Seasons, #2 Dreema waved her hand in dismissal. “Oh, the mayor Perry Normil, Electra Spellfire, a couple of princes, and a countess with two very naughty children.” Calista chuckled and nabbed a lobster roll off a silver tray before it floated from the kitchen into the loving room. She tasted it and said “Yummy. So the countess brought her kids? I’ll bet you’re thrilled with that.” Her mother wiggled a finger and a second tray followed the first. “They hate it worse. They’ve been steering clear of me ever since I gave them pig snouts and tails a few hours ago.” “Mother!” She laughed at the image. Once when she was young and making a mess, she too inherited a pig snout. It was scary for a little kid, but funny to adults. “I hope they don’t still have them!” “Of course not,” Dreema replied softly. Calista smiled. Though a softie on the inside, her mother could be tough. “So, what brings you to visit?” She could also be very insightful. Calista knew her standard reply of “nothing” wouldn’t cut it. “Well,” she hesitated “I guess it’s a man.” “A man?” Dreema raised her eyebrows. “Calista my dear, you’ve dated plenty of men, and most of them you hid from me. Why are you coming to me with this now?” “I don’t know.” Calista shrugged, but she did know. Ryan didn’t notice her, and she wasn’t used to not being noticed. “This man is different, Mother.” “Different how? I’ve met plenty of men in my life, and they all boil down to just a few types. How is this one different? Explain it to me.” Calista didn’t know if she could. “I don’t know. He lives in the apartment across from me; our living rooms face each other. Lately I’ve seen him,” naked, pumping his cock into another woman, “but he hasn’t seen me.” “Ah, so that’s it.” Dreema nodded thoughtfully. “You haven’t been able to get him to notice you.” Calista didn’t reply. That was it exactly. She hated how petulant it made her seem. She wasn’t a spoiled brat, never had been, even with the special powers she’d been given. Calista prided herself on being a kind and generous person. But she’d been lucky in life and usually got what she wanted. For the first time, good fortune seemed to be eluding her. 78

Spellfire Seasons, #2 Dreema studied her daughter’s face. “What have you tried?” “Nothing,” Calista told her. “Well, one thing. The woman he was seeing came down with a horrible case of acne.” Laughing, Dreema said, “Good one. So that’s it? What’s the matter with you? I taught you better than that.” “You taught me not to use magic to gain love. I really think I might like this man, Mother. I’m being very careful what I do.” Dreema set her glass down and folded her arms across her chest. “You know why I told you that.” Calista nodded. “My father…” “Your father,” Dreema interrupted, growing visibly irritated, “was a clueless idiot. I did everything I could to get him to notice me before I finally cast a spell on him.” “Which worked out so well,” Calista replied sarcastically. “True. He fell in love with me and we were married, but he never felt satisfied, and didn't know why. I firmly believe that it wasn’t meant to be, and even the power of magic wasn’t enough to overcome his lack of true love.” “He was a coward,” Calista muttered “and he took the coward’s way out, overdosing on sleeping pills, for crissakes.” Dreema shuddered and closed her eyes for a moment. When Dreema finally looked at her, Calista saw a deep sadness within her mother’s eyes. “You don’t want to go through anything like that, baby. Don’t ever think it might be worth it. It won’t be.” “I know.” She rubbed her hand over her mother’s gently. “That’s why I haven’t made a move.” Composing herself, Dreema said, “There are plenty of things you can do short of casting a love spell. He’s your neighbor, you say?” She rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “Put some of your mail in his mailbox. He’ll have to return it to you. Make him run out of gas and be there to pick him up. That type of thing.” Calista nodded. “I get it. Make him notice me.” “Make him see you. Once he does, he won’t need to look any further, and I’m guessing he’ll realize that.” She smiled at her mother. “Thank you.” “You’re a beauty,” Dreema ran a hand over her daughter’s face. “He’ll be lucky to get you, and if he never does, then he wasn’t worth the effort.” “I suppose.” Calista nodded uncertainly. 79

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “But always remember,” Dreema held a hand up and pointed one finger “don’t let him know you’re a witch. That never works out well.” Shaking her head, Calista chose her words carefully. This was an area in which she and her mother disagreed. If she was going to commit her heart and soul to a man, she thought he should know the truth. “Mother, I really believe...” “Trust me on this,” Dreema interrupted. “It’ll never work if he finds out. Men change when they discover they can have anything they want. They get lazy and they get spoiled. You’ll wait on him hand and foot.” “Maybe the right man wouldn’t change,” Calista suggested. Dreema scoffed. “I’ve been married six times, and serious with more men than I can count or probably even remember. I never met one who didn’t change when he found out I could grant his every wish. It was usually the beginning of the end. I erased his memories of me and moved on.” “I’ll keep that in mind,” Calista assured her, but deep down she knew how she felt. If she found a man to settle down with, she didn’t want to keep such a big part of her life secret from him. “I should go.” Dreema extended her cheek for a kiss and Calista dutifully obliged. “Thank you, Mother.” “Won’t you come in and say hello to my guests? I know they’d love to see you. Electra asks about you every time I visit Sinful Sundaes.” “I mustn’t intrude tonight, maybe next time.” She wouldn’t mind seeing Electra Spellfire, whose family was one of the founding members of the town. However, the mayor was a real letch, and she could do without seeing him. “All right, but please remember Electra’s Thanksgiving party. She’d be heartbroken if you missed it.” “I’ll be there,” Calista replied softly. She didn't want to think about the holidays yet. All she could think about was Ryan. Looking at her daughter, Dreema repeated “Make him see you, baby.” “I will. Somehow, I will.” She smiled at her mother and blinked her eyes. ****

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Spellfire Seasons, #2 Calista spent another week trying various things to bring Ryan face to face with her. She popped some of her mail into his mailbox, and he returned it to the mailman. He continued to ride his bicycle every day, so she couldn’t make him run out of gas. She did give his bike a flat tire. Before she could come to his aid, the car in front of her pulled over. The driver was apparently a friend of Ryan’s. He quickly climbed in the other car and left. She attempted a couple ideas which she came up with on her own; literally bumping into him in the parking lot, which did no good. He mumbled, “Excuse me,” and went on. She realized then that he talked on his cell phone, and barely cast a glance at her. Irritated, Calista watched him finish his call, climb on his bike and take off. She blinked and his cell phone lay in her hand. Smiling, she decided she’d watch for him to come back and return the phone to him, saying she found it in the parking lot. However, when he returned several hours later, two guys accompanied him. She was tempted to hang on to the phone until she could return it when he would be alone, but it rang like crazy all afternoon and Calista realized Ryan probably needed it for work. She couldn’t be cruel and keep it overnight. She stepped up to him as he and his friends rounded the corner to the front of his house. “Hi there,” Calista said to him and smiled. “Hey,” Ryan replied absently, and started to walk around her. “I, uh, found this in the parking lot after you left today.” She held out the phone. “I think it’s yours.” “Holy crap! I’ve been looking all over for that!” He grinned at her and snatched the phone from her hand. “Thanks so much!” Calista watched in amazement as Ryan continued talking and walking with his friends. He gave her one small grin and that was it. She couldn’t believe it. The man apparently was dense as fog. Or pea soup. Thick, stupid old pea soup. She returned to her apartment and watched Ryan and his friends eating and watching TV. She nibbled on some dinner, not really hungry, but formulating a plan in her mind. Her mother said to make Ryan see her. She had an idea how she could do that. It was dark when his friends finally left and Calista began to set her plan in motion. She felt a little nervous, but the cloak of darkness helped. It was a drastic step, and if she failed this time she might as well give up. 81

Spellfire Seasons, #2 Blinking, her clothes disappeared. She wore nothing but a flimsy, sheer robe. She started to step in front of the window when a rush of air blew through the apartment and her friend Max appeared. “Hey, doll! Expecting me?” He glanced over her robe appreciatively. “Not exactly.” Calista clutched the robe around her tightly. “What are you doing here?” She spotted the wine and flowers and realized why he visited her. He smiled and planted a small kiss on her cheek. “It’s been awhile. I thought maybe we could…you know…” He raised his eyebrows up and down a couple times. She smiled sadly at him. Max was cute, with his spiky white hair and little goatee. Always her confidant and probably the best friend she had, Max knew Calista didn’t have many girlfriends. It wasn’t easy to maintain female friendships with one woman a witch and the other not. There were too many secrets. And Calista didn’t enjoy the company of most of the witches she knew. The majority of them were vain and constantly plotting in one way or another. “Max,” she began hesitantly. He glanced around the apartment. “Oh God, do you have company? I never thought...” She put a hand on his chest. “No, I don’t. Not yet anyway. I’ve been attempting to get something going, but so far it hasn’t worked out very well.” “What?” She nodded towards Ryan’s apartment, where he stretched out on his sofa watching TV. “Him?” Max looked out the window. “Does he know you’re here?” “That’s the problem.” He glanced at her. “You’re parading around like that and he hasn’t noticed you?” She smiled. “I haven’t started parading yet.” She explained what she tried and what she intended to try next. “Ah ha,” he said and nodded. “Sounds reasonable. Or, I could do a little spell...” “No spells!” she insisted. “You know how I feel about that. He needs to want me for me, not because of some magic spell.” “And if he doesn’t?” Max faced her. “Are you willing to cut your losses and run?” 82

Spellfire Seasons, #2 Calista shrugged. “I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it, I guess. I just have to try.” He held her shoulders and kissed her cheek. “Well, then, good luck.” When he snapped his fingers the flowers went into a vase and the wine and two glasses settled on the table. “I’ll leave this, in case things work out for the two of you,” he smiled “…or not. You may need it more then.” She laughed and gave him a hug. “Thanks, sweetie.” Max glanced over her nearly naked body and shook his head regretfully. “Damn!” He grinned, and then snapping his fingers, he vanished. Calista smiled and looked at the wine. Would she be sharing the bottle with Ryan, or drinking alone to drown her sorrows? It might not happen tonight, she realized, but it was damn sure going to start tonight. Stepping up to the window, she looked out. Ryan continued to watch TV, stretched out lazily on the sofa. She blinked and music began playing loudly in her apartment. She made it so she and Ryan could hear it, but no other neighbors. She did not want a crowd. Calista began dancing in front of the window. She tried not to look out and see if he watched. She thought she would know when he noticed her. She danced slowly, seductively, turning and running her hands through her hair. Her robe opened, and she let it. It was all but see-through anyway. She saw from the corner of her eye that she finally got his attention. Ryan came to his window and looked out, shyly at first, almost as if he tried to hide. Calista smiled to herself at the humor in that. He didn’t have a clue that this was a carefully planned seduction. She continued to dance, letting the robe fall completely away. Calista faced the window, not looking outward as she ran her hands over her breasts and stomach. It was an immense turn on, knowing he watched her as she touched herself. She let one hand trail down between her legs and settle there a moment, then removed it again. Not exactly sure how far she would carry this tonight, Calista decided to wing it, go with the flow and see what happened. She moved with the beat of the music, and almost felt as if she were part of it. She focused on the rhythm and the thrumming of the base as she twirled around. Her body was highly charged and tingled as she ran her fingers over her skin lightly.

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Spellfire Seasons, #2 Stealing a quick glance at Ryan, Calista smiled to see him totally captivated. He no longer attempted to hide; he stood openly in the window watching her. She gave no indication that she saw him, but looked towards the ceiling and squeezed her breasts together, massaging them seductively as she faced the window. From the edge of her vision she saw Ryan grasp his windowsill, as if needing the support. Maybe he’d had enough for one night. Smiling to herself, Calista made her apartment go dark and the music grow silent. Ryan’s disappointment was visible. He remained at the window a few minutes more, like he hoped for her return. When he slowly moved away Calista could swear she saw him rub his crotch. Excellent! She grinned. Hopefully she left him as horny and miserable as he made her these past few weeks, ever since the night she watched him having sex. Calista went straight to bed, and as her vibrator magically propelled itself in and out of her, she thought once again of Ryan. Did he stroke and pleasure himself while he thought of her? That idea sent Calista spiraling over the edge, her intense orgasm made even stronger by picturing Ryan home alone, jacking off to visions of her. When she finally fell asleep, it was with a big smile on her face and more hope than Calista felt in a long time. **** She played it cool the next day…extremely cool, cooler than cool. Calista made sure she left the house at the same time as Ryan, but for the first time in weeks, she didn’t seek him out. She walked to her Jeep purposefully, as if she had somewhere to be. She was going in to the newspaper office where she worked as a freelance photographer, but without a set schedule. “Good morning,” Ryan said as he approached her. Calista rolled her eyes slightly—after not giving her the time of day for weeks, he saw her naked once and Voila! He wanted to chat. That was her plan, but it still irritated her a bit. “Hey,” she replied absently and attempted to walk past him. “Warm weather we’re having, for November. Almost hot in the evenings.” He looked at her levelly. Calista could see he tested her, wanting her to mention the previous night, but she wasn’t going to do it. “I guess,” she said, trying to act disinterested. 84

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “I heard your music last night,” he tried a different tack. “Thin walls.” She looked at him. “Sorry, I’ll try to keep it down.” “It was no problem.” He gave her a smile then. “Okay, well good.” She wouldn’t smile back. “I’ve got to run.” She got into her Jeep and backed out, leaving him standing in the parking lot watching her. Success! Calista beamed as she drove to the office. She’d be in front of the window again tonight. She didn’t know yet how fast to proceed, but felt sure she’d know when the time was right. She put in a couple hours at the newspaper office, mainly because she enjoyed the people there and liked taking pictures. They didn’t know she developed them magically. Calista tried it the other way and found the chemicals a pain in the ass to deal with. She stepped into the dark room, read a book for awhile, and stepped out with a roll of perfectly developed film. Calista didn’t need the money. She did need something to do. Not cut out to be a socialite like her mother, she preferred to keep busy. Some day she hoped to be a soccer mom, taking care of her children and being the perfect housewife. Until then, she had a man to snag. At home that evening she drank a couple glasses of wine to take the edge off and loosen her up a bit. She could see Ryan at home and carefully watched him, because he looked at her window regularly. He was ready for round 2! So was she. The sun went down and Calista’s music went up. She began to dance in front of the window, much like the previous evening, wearing only the sheer robe. It quickly got in her way and was discarded. She swiveled and gyrated in front of the window, running a hand over her breasts and another over the neatly trimmed patch of hair between her legs. He watched with fascination in his eyes. She tried not to look at him directly, but his desire was obvious. He licked his lips a few times, and eventually his hand snaked down the front of his shorts. Calista got a thrill from the idea that he stroked himself while watching her. She wanted to see him do it, but wasn’t ready to confront him yet. She thought perhaps if she could be more open, he might be as well. She licked two of her fingers thoroughly, and spread her legs to insert them inside her. She raised her right foot on the coffee table so he had a good view of her wide-open pussy. Pumping two fingers in 85

Spellfire Seasons, #2 and out slowly, Calista withdrew the fingers and sucked them into her mouth. With her peripheral vision she could see Ryan stroking himself and licking his lips. He appeared very turned on, so she decided to kick it up a notch. She blinked and pulled a large vibrator from behind her back. It was larger than her usual toy, and knew it would look impressive to the gentleman across the way. She licked it base to tip a few times before inserting it into her drenched pussy. Calista was so close to an orgasm she could almost taste it. The thrill of performing for a stranger had her throbbing—just a few strokes and she’d be crying out with pleasure. She wanted to make it loud, wanted Ryan to hear her. Another flicker of her eyes lowered the music volume, and Calista concentrated on her climax. The vibrator filled her completely and she didn’t need to touch it, but she pretended that she was the one thrusting it in and out. She squeezed her nipples one at a time, pinching them into little crimson cones. Glancing through heavylidded eyes, she saw Ryan stroking the full length of his shaft now, and the image sent her over the edge. She cried out loudly, gasping and breathing heavily. Wave after wave of sensation shot through her and it was all she could do to remain standing. When her quivering subsided, she took a moment to compose herself before peeking through squinted eyes to look at Ryan’s expression. A thrill ran through her when she saw his pants around his ankles, his hand moving quickly over his cock and his face contorted in ecstasy. Milky white cum burst out of him in spurts, and he clung to the windowsill as he shuddered. Calista smiled and made her apartment go dark. She could see Ryan struggling to regain composure, getting dressed, and apparently cleaning up a mess. She laughed and went to bed, thinking her plan worked perfectly. She was right on target, without casting one spell. She made sure to leave at the same time he did the next morning, though she had nowhere to go. They met in the parking lot and looked at each other. Calista decided he must have an appointment as he was dressed in nice slacks, a shirt and tie. He looked as hot dressed up as he looked naked, if that was possible. She’d like to get her hands on that necktie.

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Spellfire Seasons, #2 He watched her for a moment, tossed his briefcase in his Jeep and glanced back up. “They’re calling for rain. You might want to put the top on that Jeep.” “I like to live dangerously,” she responded, studying him. He laughed at that. “Yeah, I’ve noticed.” She stared at him like she had no idea what he talked about, and his grin faded. “See you around.” She shrugged and climbed into her Jeep. He was completely bamboozled, she could tell. What fun! Calista waited until he left to go back in to her apartment. She had nothing to do today, but dream up her evening’s activities. What would she do in front of him tonight? She wasn’t sure, but she’d figure something out. She read a little, looked a few things up on the internet, and eventually took a nap. When nightfall came she was ready for the evening’s entertainments, but Ryan wasn’t home. What a disappointment, to be all revved up with no place to go! She flipped through the TV channels and finally gave up at midnight, going to bed. The next evening Ryan seemed to rush in to his apartment. Once he got there he strolled nonchalantly to the window. Calista saw him rushing and that’s what counted. She knew he was anxious to see her. She felt anxious, too, after missing the night before. She had a treat in store for tonight’s show. Something that wasn’t physically possible without the use of magic. She hoped he was far enough away not to catch it. Calista rigged an anchor in her ceiling, and when she was naked and ready to go, she bound one hand to it with a long silky scarf. Inserting the huge vibrating dildo into her wet and waiting pussy, she tied her second hand to the first. With both hands fastened over her head, she squirmed and wriggled as the vibrator pleasured her. It was doing an excellent job, but she longed for hands or a mouth on her breasts. That was the problem with binding her hands, but it was a thrill in its own way. She glanced across the way and saw Ryan leaning against the windowsill, his thick cock in hand, stroking and watching. She accidentally caught his eye and for the first time they looked at each other. What the hell? she figured, and smiled at him. He smiled back and mouthed something to her. The music was loud and she couldn’t hear him above it and the hum of her vibrator. She shook her head at him. Her climax was 87

Spellfire Seasons, #2 close, so preciously near, and she didn’t want to ruin it. “Oh yes!” she cried out, writhing as the fake cock rubbed her clit and pussy perfectly. She shuddered and spilled her juices, the wetness pouring out of her and streaming down her legs. When she finally caught her breath, Calista looked up and Ryan was gone. His light was off and he was nowhere in sight. Frustrated, she batted her eye lids, and the vibrator returned to the table next to her. She started to work one hand free, trying to decide if she needed to blink or just do it manually when her front door opened and Ryan appeared, wearing only a pair of gym shorts. “Don’t untie yourself on my account,” he said breathlessly. He must have run the whole way. “What are you doing here?” She was surprised to see him. Thrilled, slightly unnerved and very excited, but surprised nonetheless. He moved around the sofa and coffee table, before standing in front of her. “You didn’t want me to come?” He glanced at her door. “You didn’t leave your door unlocked so I would come?” “Maybe,” she said softly. “Maybe, hell,” he chuckled in response. He reached above her head and tugged at the scarf, tightening it. “This looks like so much fun, I want to play instead of watch. You got any complaints?” “No,” Calista murmured, inhaling. He stood so close she could feel his breath on her skin. “Because if you do, speak now. I’ll leave if you want me to.” “Don’t leave,” she whispered, almost begging. His cock twitched through his gym shorts and she knew he didn’t intend to go. Calista sighed when he leaned in and kissed her neck. His mouth felt warm and heavenly as it trailed across her skin, lingering in sensitive spots and moving on, as if he wanted to taste every inch of her. Her arms were still secured over her head, and he nuzzled her exposed underarms, licking the length of them with his tongue. She gasped at the sensation and he grinned. When his tongue found her nipples she groaned out loud and pressed into him, urging him to take more. He sucked as much as he could of each breast into his mouth and had her writhing hard against him. There was more work to be done, and his mouth continued its downward path.

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Spellfire Seasons, #2 His tongue delved into her mouth as it had her pussy just moments earlier. Delightful feelings pulsed through her, and she anxiously wanted to wrap her lips around his thick cock. Ryan let his hands slide down over her body. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. She smiled and dropped to her knees, dragging his shorts off his hips. He cock jutted forth and she caressed it gently. “You never noticed that with my clothes on?” “Hmm?” He watched her rubbing his shaft and Calista could tell he only half-listened. Shoving him gently down on the sofa, she settled between his legs. “You never noticed how beautiful I was with my clothes on?” He looked at her quizzically. “I’ve never seen you before.” She chuckled, her hands kneading his cock and balls. “Are you kidding me? We see each other every day. You never noticed me before.” “I don’t think so. I would have remembered someone as beautiful as you, clothes or no clothes.” He squirmed as she stroked his dick firmly. “Do we have to talk about this now?” Calista realized she nearly brought him to a climax with her intense hand job. She got caught up in his words and wondering what went on. It was possible a spell might be in play, and she needed to consult her mother tomorrow. But tonight—she looked at his bulging cock, almost ready to explode. “I’m sorry.” She ceased all motion. “There. Let me kiss it and make it better.” She ran the tip of her tongue around the head of his cock, and a drop of pre-come gushed out. Calista lapped it up and sucked his length into her mouth. “Ummm, you’re the one who tastes good.” He leaned back into the sofa and closed his eyes. She moved purposefully, making every moment count. After licking his shaft from base to tip and back again several times, she sucked him like a vacuum until he came. He shuddered and clutched the sofa as he shot his seed down her throat, while Calista drained him dry. When he finally opened his eyes he smiled at her. “That was great.” “Yeah.” She smiled back. She hoped he wasn’t finished, the night promised so much more. "Be right back." She went to the bathroom and cleaned up quickly, bringing a washcloth back for him. 90

Spellfire Seasons, #2 "Thanks." He wiped sticky fluids from his body, then looked at her. “Come up here.” Reaching for her, he dragged her on to his lap. He nuzzled his face in her neck, pushing back her long hair. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured again. “I was completely turned on watching you from my apartment.” Calista’s lips curved upward in a secret smile. That had been her plan. This was her plan. She looked at the naked man beneath her and squirmed as he sucked her neck. “I was turned on watching you, too.” “Oh yeah?” Ryan didn’t stop nestling against her, but commented, “I never realized our windows were so close.” “Me either,” she replied truthfully. Before the night she caught him having sex, she hadn’t paid much attention. His hand slid down to her breast and began massaging. “I’m glad I finally realized it.” “Me too.” She wriggled as he nibbled her ear lobe. He whispered in her ear “I want to make love to you, but I ran out of my apartment like it was on fire. I forgot to grab any condoms.” She looked into his eyes. “I have some in the bedroom, Ryan.” He smiled. “Well then, let’s go.” Calista stood up and pulled him with her. Halfway there he said, “How did you know my name?” She glanced at him. “We’ve been neighbors for a long time. I just knew.” “Really?” He looked surprised. “I don’t know your name.” She got to the bed and turned around. “I’m Calista. Calista Canyon.” Ryan reached for her. “Well, Calista Canyon, I’m pleased to meet you. You don’t know how pleased I am to meet you.” She glanced down between them at his cock, which firmed up nicely and pressed into her. “I think I have an idea.” He nudged her with it. “Speaking of which?” “Oh, yeah.” Calista went to her nightstand and opened the drawer. She blinked and a box of condoms appeared in her hand. She pulled it out. “I like a girl who’s prepared.” Ryan eyed the big box. He grinned at her “I really like.” She laughed and removed one foil packet, ripping it open with her teeth and removing the latex ring.

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Spellfire Seasons, #2 “And so skilled with her mouth,” he sighed as she cupped him and began rolling the rubber on his shaft. “Not too shabby with her hands, either.” She pressed against him and murmured, “Glad you noticed. Now, what are you going to do about it?” He twirled her around and dropped her on the bed, climbing over her on his knees. “I’m going to fuck you, Calista. I’m going to fuck you fast, and I’m going to fuck you hard.” He pressed his face into her hair and said softly “I’m going to fuck you until you cry for mercy…or beg for more.” A thrill ran down her spine and wetness seeped between her legs. She spread them open for him and countered “Put your money where your mouth is, big guy. You might be the one begging for mercy.” He sunk into her and sighed “Aw, Jesus, you may be right. You’re so hot and tight; it won’t take much for me to spill my load.” She wiggled her hips under him. “Then make it count, buddy. Show me what you got.” He groaned with desire and thrust into her forcefully, again and again. Calista wrapped her legs around his ass and dug her heels in. “Couldn’t do that with high heels on,” she muttered. “Hmmm?” He looked at her with glazed eyes. He was close, she could tell. “Nothing.” She smiled and ran a hand through his spiky hair. “Fuck me Ryan. Fuck me hard and make me come.” He groaned again and she felt his body tense up. “Oh yeah,” she responded in kind. “That’s it! I’m coming right now…oh God, I’m coming good…” Ryan shuddered and Calista felt his heat as he poured into her. She clung to him as her own shudders rocked her in unison with him through an immensely satisfying orgasm. They lay in a quivering heap for a few minutes before he pulled up and looked at her. “Sweet Jesus! I’ve never felt anything so good in my life.” She smiled and stretched lazily. “You were fantastic, baby. Completely lived up to all your promises.” “It wasn’t me that was fantastic.” He winced as he pulled out of her and slipped the condom off.

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Spellfire Seasons, #2 “Gimme.” She took it from him. “I’ll toss it in here for now.” She blinked and a small trash can appeared next to her bed. Calista dropped the condom and turned back to her lover. Sliding her arms around his neck, she held tightly to him. “I don’t want you to move.” He snuggled into her. “I’m not crushing you?” “You’re perfect. Don’t move a muscle, I just want to hold you, and feel you next to me.” His breathing grew deeper. “I should go,” he said sleepily. “Stay,” she whispered. “I can set the alarm if you need to be up early.” “Not ‘til about seven. That’ll give me time to run home and shower.” She smiled. “Then I’ll set the alarm for six.” He nodded and buried his face in her hair. “I’m definitely staying.” Calista remained still, until she felt sure Ryan lay fast asleep. Then she froze time and crawled out from under him. She blinked herself into a thick robe and tied it securely around her waist. Looking at Ryan sprawled out on her bed, she smiled and threw the sheet over his bare ass. “Mother!” she called loudly. A whooshing sound blew through the room and her mother was there, in pajamas and a robe. “Calista, what is it, baby?” “I might have a problem.” She nodded towards Ryan. Dreema looked at him and smiled. “Wowsers! How could he be considered a problem?” She looked back at her daughter. “Is this the man you were telling me about?” “Yes,” Calista replied, nodding nervously. Dreema attempted to lift the sheet and peek at Ryan. “Mother!” She dropped the sheet and twiddled her fingers, smiling. “And you wonder why I hide my boyfriends from you?” “Just looking…looking never hurt anyone…” “Mother,” Calista insisted “Listen to me. I told you Ryan wouldn’t notice me. When I commented about it to him, he said he’d never seen me. I mentioned that we’d been neighbors for a long time, at least a year, and he shook his head. He really acted like he’d never seen me before.” 93

Spellfire Seasons, #2 Dreema made a face and glanced back at the man. “Sounds suspicious.” She waved a hand over him and looked up towards the ceiling. “Ah, yes, there it is. Someone put a spell on him. He was not supposed to notice anyone but the witch who placed the spell.” “Arrgh!” Calista growled. “Can you find out who placed the spell? Because when I find her, I’m going to-” “Now, sweetheart.” Dreema raised her hands to calm her daughter. “I can’t tell who it was, but it doesn’t matter. The spell is weakening. The fact that he’s here proves that.” “Someone put a spell on him, Mother! What’s to stop her from doing it again?” “Might not be a ‘her’.” Dreema shrugged. “There are gay warlocks just like gay mortals.” “I don’t care if it was fucking Paul Lynde, I just want it to stop! I don’t want anyone placing spells on him.” Dreema laughed. “Paul Lynde, now he was funny. He was funnier in real life, but great on TV.” “Mother,” Calista hopped in front of her “Focus! What are we going to do about this?” “Take it easy,” her mother said calmly. “I can place a watchful spell on him. If anyone tries to cast another spell I’ll be notified, and I’ll know who.” “Let me do it. I want to know who.” “I don’t think so.” Dreema touched Calista’s cheek. “You’re too close to him, and it’s a very powerful spell. I’ll take care of it, and I’ll let you know if anything happens.” She stood over Ryan and waved her hands in the air dramatically. “Is that it?” Calista was skeptical. “Of course. Test it if you’d like, just don’t tell me what you’re thinking.” “Okay.” Calista looked at Ryan. She didn’t want to do anything to hurt him, so she decided to turn his hair purple. She blinked, but nothing happened. “Purple hair? Really Calista, you’re becoming much too attached to the Kansas State Wildcats here in this silly town.” Calista smiled. Her mother knew about the spell, and it didn’t work. Maybe Ryan would be safe. “It’s a lovely town…a blissfully normal town. A person can walk down the street without fear of something magical happening.” Dreema chuckled. “You can’t do that in Spellfire?” 94

Spellfire Seasons, #2 Throwing her mother a sarcastic look, Calista shook her head. “Nothing is normal in Spellfire, Mother, and you know it.” “It’s a wonderful town!” her mother protested. Calista nodded. “It was a great place to grow up, but I want something different now. You told me you understood.” “I do,” Dreema sighed. Kissing her mother’s cheek lightly, Calista smiled. “Do I tell you often enough what a fantastic mother you are? Thank you for your help.” “Anytime, baby.” She glanced at the man in her daughter’s bed one last time. “Be careful, now. You still can’t trust mortal men.” “I think I can trust him, Mother. Time will tell.” “Yes, it certainly will. Just be careful.” Dreema waved her hands and disappeared. Calista shed her robe and crawled back into bed with Ryan. She blinked to unfreeze time and curled up next to him. He snored and tossed one arm across her. Calista smiled and snuggled in, falling dreamily to sleep. They didn’t need an alarm to wake up. When Calista stirred shortly before six a.m., it was because Ryan had his face buried between her legs, licking her pussy from anus to clit. “Oh my,” she twitched as his tongue dipped into one of her orifices. “Good morning,” he murmured between strokes. “Very good morning,” she agreed, spreading her legs so he could take full advantage. “That’s my good girl.” He squeezed her thighs firmly, lapping up the juices that flowed as he aroused her. “That’s my sweet, wet girl.” “You make me wet,” she told him. “Just looking at you…” “Oh, is that it?” he teased. “It’s not this?” He flicked his tongue rapidly over her swollen clit. Calista squirmed. “It might be that. I do like that.” “I like it too,” he answered, and sucked her clit into his mouth. Sensation flooded through her as she climaxed swiftly. “Oh, yes!” she cried out, and felt him tongue-fucking her until her pussy stopped pulsing. He climbed on his knees and reached for a condom from the nightstand. Calista smiled at him. “You have the most remarkable mouth.” Smiling back, Ryan sheathed himself in latex and grabbed her waist, flipping them over so he was on his back and she was on top of 95

Spellfire Seasons, #2 him. He gripped her by the hips, lifting her up and then down again, impaling her on his stiff rod. They both inhaled sharply as they joined, and he leaned up to suckle her breasts. “You have the most amazing pussy, so hot and tight. It feels like you suck me in when I get near you.” He licked and sucked each nipple as she writhed on top of him. “That feels nice,” she encouraged him. “I love to feel your hands and mouth all over me.” “I love to put them all over you.” He grabbed her ass cheeks and held on tightly as he continued to nip and suck her. “Yes, yes!” she cried, riding him with all the energy she could expend. “Oh lord,” he groaned. “I’m never going to last long with you, I can tell that right now. You make me too hot. I’m coming already, Calista…” “Come on!” she urged, and with his last thrust she exploded around him. She struggled to remain upright—Calista wanted to curl up in a ball and purr like a kitten. He emptied into her and fell back on the bed, gasping for breath. She leaned down and smiled at him seductively. “You’re good,” he said when he could talk. “We’re good together,” she corrected. He grinned and touched her cheek. “I think we need a lot more practice, just to make sure. I’m not interested in seeing anybody else. How about you?” She pressed her sensitive breasts against his wooly chest and rubbed. “I’m yours, whatever you want to do to me is fine. Just take me along for the ride.” He squeezed her ass again and kissed her neck. “My kind of girl. I should probably go, get home and hop in the shower. If I can walk, that is.” She grinned as she rolled off him and flopped on the bed. He looked over her body appreciatively and peeled off his used rubber. “Trash can.” She pointed next to the bed. “Was that there last night?” He dropped the condom into it. “I don’t remember seeing it.” “Sure it was. See, there’s the evidence that last night wasn’t a dream.” She pointed to the other used condom. Ryan stood and stretched. “I see that. I just don’t remember the trash can when we came in here.” 96

Spellfire Seasons, #2 Calista ran one hand over her breasts and down to her pubic hair. “I think you had something else on your mind when we came in here…” He smiled down at her. “That’s a fucking fact!” He growled and buried his face between her legs one last time, then moving upward he nibbled a nipple and kissed her mouth passionately. “If I didn’t have to go to work, your beautiful body would still be on my mind. So about that, can I come back tonight? I can bring dinner, or we can go out, whatever would make you happy.” “You make me happy,” she ruffled his hair. “But I could eat some pizza before I eat you.” “My thoughts exactly,” he grinned wickedly at her. “Your shorts are somewhere in the front room.” “I hope so. I’d hate to streak home.” Calista smiled at him. “Forgive me if I don’t get up? I just want to lay here and hug the pillow that smells good like you.” He planted one last kiss on her forehead and nodded. “If you forgive me for rushing off. If I don’t go now, I’ll have to cancel a bunch of appointments. I don’t think my clients would appreciate that.” She flicked her own nipple and smiled again. “Tell them you’re sick.” “I am sick!” He called to her, heading towards the front room. “Sick that I have to leave a beautiful, naked woman alone in bed! I’ll be back tonight and we’ll pick up where we left off.” “Come back as early as you can!” she called back. “I might just lay here rubbing myself all day, thinking of you.” She heard him groan loudly before the front door opened and closed. Calista chuckled. She wasn’t going to rub herself, in fact she never felt more satisfied, than after making love with Ryan. He was a wonderful lover, and they were a perfect fit. She snuggled into the covers, knowing she had no reason to get up. She’d catch a few more hours sleep. Something niggled at her and her eyes popped open. Ryan noticed the trash can that she popped in after they made love the first time. He hadn’t actually seen her pop it in, but he knew it wasn’t there before. She would have to be careful with the witchcraft as he was an observant one, this new skilled lover of hers. **** 97

Spellfire Seasons, #2 They couldn’t get enough of each other. For five weeks they spent every evening together--eating, watching movies, and taking long walks. They spent every night making love until neither of them could see straight, and when they woke in the morning they’d get up and do it again. Calista knew it wasn’t just the physical attraction, as fantastic as that was, but they seemed to have a lot in common. They enjoyed the same movies, books, and they both liked to read the newspaper and argue playfully about the events of the day. They could carry on a conversation for hours, never seeming to run out of things to talk about. Their only problem with talking was that eventually one of them would begin nuzzling, and they’d end up making love. Not much of a problem in Calista’s mind, considering Ryan gave her the best sex of her life. Calista was in love, totally, head-over-heels in love. She didn’t announce it in so many words, but she felt it. She made a deal with herself; if Ryan said he loved her, she’d tell him that she was a witch. In no hurry to fess up, Calista knew there was a possibility the truth would scare him off. She couldn’t let that happen, so she never uttered the three words herself. Their first real argument was about Thanksgiving. When Calista told him she had plans to go home for the weekend, Ryan said he wanted to come along and meet her mother. Calista was in no way ready for that. Her mother was so eccentric, even if she could somehow curtail her magic use for a few days, her house would be the next problem. Dreema had a fully automated, magical house. It wasn’t only her mother, but her whole hometown that might be a problem. Most of the residents of Spellfire were paranormal in one way or another. The town was covered by a spell which rendered the magic unnoticeable by visitors. Calista knew Ryan was more observant than most people, and she didn’t want to take any chances. A couple times during the last few weeks he nearly caught her conjuring things and gave her some questioning looks, but never said anything about it. Calista knew he was as happy with the status quo as she, so she didn’t want to rock the boat. Slowly, Ryan brought most of his things over to her place, saying she had more of the stuff they needed there. He didn’t realize that whenever he wanted something she usually went to the closet and conjured it. Calista was happy to do it because she loved Ryan, and wanted to please him. They compromised over the holidays, agreeing to spend Thanksgiving with his parents and Christmas with her mother. Calista 98

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Spellfire Seasons, #2 “I ran out to put the top on your Jeep. Just as I got there, the top popped into place. Freaked me out, I can tell you that.” She stared at him. “I’m sorry. I thought you were getting your bike or something.” “We drove your Jeep tonight, and I knew we left the top off. That’s not the point, is it Calista? How did you do it?” “Ryan…” She leaned up toward him. “Just tell me!” he yelled at her. “Tell me how the top appears on your Jeep, and how trash cans and basically whatever I want appears at your fingertips!” “Can I dry you off first?” she asked softly. “You’re dripping all over the carpet.” “Whatever.” She blinked and he was dry. “Son of a bitch!” He closed his eyes. He kept them closed tightly for a moment and then opened them to look at her. “What are you?” She stood up and faced him. “I’m a witch. I have magical powers.” “A witch,” he repeated. “I’d like to laugh and say ‘yeah, right’ except I’ve seen your work. I figured there’d be an explanation, but I couldn’t fathom what it would be.” “I told you...” “You’re a witch. Yeah, I heard you. I’m just having a hard time believing you.” “I’m sorry. I was going to tell you, but it’s not an easy thing to bring up, so frankly I was putting it off.” “I’d imagine,” he scoffed. His eyes widened and he stared at her. “You’re a witch? There are really such things as witches?” She nodded. “Really.” His eyes narrowed. “So that explains the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. It’s some voodoo magic crap.” Calista’s heart soared that he felt the same way about their sex life as she did. She reached out to him. “I swear to you, I never used magic in that way! I would never do that to you. What we have is real, between you and me.” “How can I believe that? For the first time in my life, I’m in love and enjoying mind-blowing sex, and now I find out the woman happens to be a witch? That’s a pretty damn big coincidence, wouldn’t you say?” She smiled slowly. “You’re in love?” 100

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “Of course I’m in love! Or I thought I was, anyway. Maybe it’s just magic mumbo jumbo.” “It’s not, I swear it!” “But you can’t explain the huge coincidence, can you? All these things happening to me for the first time, and I’m meeting a real live witch for the first time as well?” She made a face. “I hate to break this to you, but when we met you had a spell on you, placed there by some other witch. So you’ve apparently met another one, but just didn’t realize it.” “You mean to tell me there’s a coven of witches living in Manhattan, Kansas?” “We don’t live in covens anymore, but yes, I’m sure there are others. At least one that knows you, for sure.” “This is such bullshit! How can I believe a word you’re telling me?” “Would you believe my mother?” “Your mother?” He looked at her, confused. “You didn’t want me to meet your mother.” Calista rolled her eyes. “See for yourself.” She looked towards the ceiling. “Mother!” Dreema appeared with a rush of wind, dressed in a flowing caftan, wearing abundant jewelry and makeup as usual. She made quite an entrance, Calista thought, in comparison with Ryan’s timorous mother. “Jesus Christ!” Ryan clutched the back of the sofa for support. “No, I’m not Jesus, although he was a lovely man. I’m Dreema Canyon, Calista’s mother.” She looked him over and smiled. “And you’re the man with all the muscles.” He looked at her warily. “Have we met?” “Not exactly. But I’ve seen you.” Ryan rubbed his eyes with one hand. “This just gets weirder and weirder.” Calista moved next to Dreema. “Mother, Ryan saw me conjuring and found out about the witchcraft. He’s having a little trouble understanding.” Dreema smiled at him. “I’m sure. Excuse us, will you?” She raised a hand and Ryan froze in his tracks. She looked at her daughter. “How did he catch you conjuring? I thought I trained you to be more careful than that!” 101

Spellfire Seasons, #2 Calista slumped into a chair. “He’s practically living here, Mother. It’s too hard to keep the secret. I was going to tell him once I felt sure things were serious, and that would have been tough enough. But this way he thinks I was hiding it from him.” “Which you were.” “Mother!” Calista shot her a look. “You were the one who said never to tell him. I can’t imagine spending my life with someone who didn’t know. That would be a horrible burden, and if he found out months or even years later, he would be that much more pissed.” “I hate that word.” Dreema made a face. “Piss makes me think of urine.” Calista sprang out of her chair. “Can we stay on topic here, please? What am I supposed to do?” Hands on hips, her mother faced her. “What do you want to do? I could cast a spell...” “No! That’s not what I want at all. I need to convince Ryan I haven’t used any magic on him, and I want you to back me up.” “All right. We should be able to do that.” Calista walked back to where she stood when her mother froze time. “Unfreeze him, please.” Dreema raised a hand and Ryan looked at them. “What?” “Please just listen,” Calista implored him. “I haven’t used any magic on you, ever, in my life.” She thought of the little tricks she used on him before they met, and rephrased, “Since we met…I’ll swear to it. I noticed you one night, um, entertaining in your living room.” She hesitated and went on, “Blonde-haired woman, fancy high heels kicking up in the air…” Ryan blushed and she continued speaking quickly. “I was interested and went out of my way to run into you. Bumping in to you in the parking lot, putting my mail in your mailbox-” “I don’t remember any of that,” he told her. “I know. After I finally did get your attention,” Calista blushed this time and he tried not to smile, “you mentioned that to me, and I had Mother check you for spells. She found one that was wearing off, evidently placed by a witch who didn’t want you noticing anyone but her.” “You’re kidding me.” “It could have been placed by a warlock,” Dreema smiled at him, and he looked shocked. “We don’t know who placed it, but it was 102

Spellfire Seasons, #2 weak because apparently you did notice my daughter.” She looked at Calista. “You never told me how you managed that.” “And I’m not going to.” Calista shot her another dirty look. “Ryan, believe me that we’re telling the truth. I was worried that this other witch...” “Or warlock,” Dreema smiled mischievously again. “Witch,” Calista continued. If it wasn’t such a rotten time, she might have been amused at the look of horror on Ryan’s face. Some men were such homophobes. “I was worried that this other witch might cast another spell on you. I asked mother to do a watchful spell, which means that no one can cast a spell on you without her knowing about it.” He appeared to be struggling to comprehend everything being said. “So I do have a spell on me.” “Only for protection, absolutely nothing else,” Dreema answered. “Calista wanted to place it herself, but she can be somewhat hotheaded. If she found out that someone was trying to use magic on you, I fear what she might have done to that person.” He raised his eyebrows in surprise, and Calista nodded sheepishly. “I love you, Ryan. It has nothing to do with magic or witchcraft or spells; it’s about you and me. You’re funny, you make me laugh, you like the things I like, and we enjoy spending time together.” “And you’re not hard to look at,” Dreema added. “Mother!” Calista rolled her eyes. She stepped closer to him and whispered, “I don’t have to tell you all the other stuff I love about you, that’s been pretty obvious. We’re good together, Ryan. You know we are.” He took a step back. “I felt the same way. You’re beautiful, funny with this fantastic sense of humor, and I loved spending time with you.” He looked at her warily. Calista didn’t like the past tense he was using. “But...?” “You have to ask?” His tone was disbelieving. “You’re a witch, Calista! Your mother is a fu—freaking witch. I suppose your father was, too.” Dreema stepped up. “Calista’s father was a mortal man whom I fell in love with, but he didn’t love me. I cast a love spell on him and we were married, though we didn’t live happily ever after. Oh, he cared about me and our beautiful little baby, yet, he was unsettled and never understood why. You see, I never told him I was a witch. I 103

Spellfire Seasons, #2 thought that was the right way to go. I still feel that way—mortals change when they find out witchcraft is real. They get greedy and selfish.” “I never gave one thought to what might be in it for me,” Ryan protested loudly. “But I don’t want to live in fear of being turned into a toad or some shit like that.” Dreema continued, “Calista’s father swallowed a bottle of pills and ended his life when she was a small child. She understands first hand what happens when we use magic on mortals against their will.” “I’m sorry,” he said to Dreema and then looked at Calista. She thought he did look sorry, but he didn’t look convinced. Her mother said, “Calista could promise that she’d never use magic on you, but then one day you’re late for work and spill a cup of coffee down your shirt, and wouldn’t it be great if she could use magic to take out the stain? See, you can’t have it both ways, young man. She can either promise to use no magic at all, or you can agree to let her use her powers judiciously.” He seemed to think about that before he stated, “And when she gets mad because of something I did? I get changed into a toad.” “I would never do that!” Calista exclaimed. He faced her. “How can I be sure?” They looked at each other for a minute before Dreema spoke up. “Marriage is an uncertain thing, young man. No one can promise that your wife will never cheat on you, empty your bank account and take off with your money and your car if she gets mad about something. But you go into the relationship with a certain amount of trust. If you feel you know the woman, then you trust that she won’t do that to you. “Marriage with a witch requires the same level of trust. You’d have to trust that Calista would use her powers wisely and for the good of your family, and the two of you would agree to what extent those powers were used. She would have to trust that you wouldn’t expect her to wait on you hand and foot, or tell all your friends about her powers and ask her to fulfill their every wish and desire.” “I would never do that!” he replied angrily. Dreema smiled and shrugged. “How can she be sure?” He looked down and seemed to think about what she told him. “Ryan…” Calista stepped towards him again.

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Spellfire Seasons, #2 “Don’t.” He held his hands up. “I need to think about this. I just need some time.” He moved to the front door. “I’m going back to my place.” Tears ran down Calista’s cheeks. “Please don’t go!” “I need time.” He looked into her eyes for a moment, then turned and left. She threw herself on the sofa, sobbing. “There, there now baby.” Her mother rubbed her back. “He didn’t say he was leaving. He just needs to sort it all out.” “He said he loved me!” She sniffled through her tears. “This is a big thing. Love isn’t always enough. After six marriages, I ought to know.” “Our love was different,” Calista insisted. “I was sure it was strong enough to face this together.” “It still may be. Give him some time to think. Just remember, if he chooses to leave we’ll have to erase his memories of you.” “That would be awful!” Dreema shrugged. “I did it three times to my fifth husband. It freaked him out so badly to discover I was a witch, he took off...twice. After the third time I never told him, and we lived ten lovely years together before he passed away.” Calista shook her head. “I could never do that.” Dreema rubbed a hand over her daughter’s hair. “You’re such a good girl. How did I ever get such a good girl for a daughter?” Smiling up at her mother through tears, Calista jumped when the front door opened. Ryan stepped in, breathing heavily. They studied each other carefully. He cleared his throat nervously. “I’ve thought about it. If you’ll promise to always be honest with me—and me with you, of course— then I think we could have one hell of a ride.” Calista wiped at her face as she stood up and walked over to him. “You thought about it for what...Three minutes?” “Two and a half. The other thirty seconds I spent running back up the stairs to you.” She threw her arms around his neck and he swept her up into an embrace. “Oh, I love you!” she murmured. “I love you too. I realized just how much as I was leaving. The witchcraft doesn’t define who you are. It’s a part of you, sure, but there’s so much more. I love everything I’ve discovered so far, why won’t I love this?” 105

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “It does have its fringe benefits.” She pressed her forehead against his, smiling. He grinned and kissed her gently. Dreema chuckled. “Let me know if I can be of further assistance. I’ll want to be at the wedding, of course. Perhaps a Christmas wedding! Spellfire is lovely this time of year.” Ryan looked at her. “Christmas is only two weeks away. There’s no way we could plan a wedding…” He trailed off. Calista and her mother were both looking at him. “Uh, yeah. Well, do you think my parents will like Spellfire?” Dreema laughed loudly. “Oh my dear, they will love Spellfire. It’s an absolutely magical place.” Ryan looked at Calista nervously and she smiled, pulling him back into her arms. Dreema waved a hand. “This is so exciting! Now I’m off to tell Max.” She winked at Calista. “Just wait until your young man finds out about Max!” “My name is Ryan, ma’am,” he said as respectfully as he could with Calista wrapped around him. Dreema nodded. “Ryan, then. And you can call me Mrs. Canyon.” She waved her hand and disappeared. He jumped as the rush of wind blew through them. Calista laughed. “She was just kidding. You can call her Mother.” Ryan shivered. “I think I’ll be calling her…as infrequently as possible.” Still laughing, Calista hugged him. “Who is this Max person?” He gave a little pout. “Just a friend. You can meet him at the wedding.” “The wedding,” Ryan repeated, sighing. “Wow, we have a lot to figure out.” “Not right this minute, we don’t.” Calista kissed him, slipping her tongue in his mouth. “Mmmm,” he groaned at her ministrations. “Too bad we’re not lying naked in bed.” She looked at him and raised her eyebrows. Ryan grinned affirmatively, and she blinked. They were lying naked in bed. He ran his hands down her sides and over her hips. “I’m beginning to see some advantages here.” She pulled up a little. “Oh, there are many advantages. Just wait and see.” She batted her eyes and he wore a condom, poised to enter her. 106

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “Nice.” He rubbed against her, but held back a moment. “I have one more question. Are your relatives going to look all weirded-out at the wedding? I’m not sure my mother would be able to handle this magic stuff, she might have a heart attack.” Calista writhed under him. “My relatives will look perfectly normal. My father was a mortal, remember?” He thought about that. “Your father was mortal and your mother was a witch. Does that mean...?” His eyes grew wide. She grinned and nodded. “Yep. It means we might not be able to leave your mother alone with our children. I started popping toys into my crib as a toddler.” “Oh Jesus!” He closed his eyes. She ran a hand through his hair. “I turned out all right. Our kids will, too, especially with you for a father. You’re going to make an awesome dad.” Ryan opened his eyes and smiled at her. “I said I was up for a hell of a ride, didn’t I? Sounds like I’m going to get it.” He positioned himself and thrust into her deeply. Calista moaned and arched her back. “Yes you are. Just to clarify, has it started already?” “Oh, yes it has.” He thrust into her again and kissed her lips lightly. “No second thoughts?” She had to be sure. “Just a thought about doing this to you a second time tonight. Maybe a third time, too, if I can find the stamina.” Calista grinned at him. “I know where to look.” “Perfect,” he agreed, and looked into her eyes. “Now I'm really looking forward to our first Christmas together...not exactly what I expected, but maybe it’ll be better.” He thrust deeper. “It will be better,” she agreed, wrapping her legs around his back “because it’ll be magical. What could be better than that?” She blinked and they were floating a foot above the bed, still intimately joined. With one twist she was above him. Ryan grinned and spun them around again, putting him back on top. “A hell of a ride.” “Merry Christmas, baby,” Calista whispered, and as a shattering orgasm ripped through her and in to him, they kissed. The End 107

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Deseos Navideño, Christmas Desires by Ravyn Reccio Raquel Castillo, a widow, lost the will to love until a christmas spirit follows her home from mass, and magical things start to happen to her heart and soul.

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Deseos Navideño, Christmas Desires by Ravyn Reccio Chapter One The beauty of the sun setting became the hardest thing to give up. The nightly ritual of watching the sunset started with her husband. Even after his death she continued, promising him she would not stop. She found strength within herself not to look back, not allow hurt to overcome her. She hid the pain of losing her husband, Carlos, of twenty years to cancer. From the deepest part of her soul, the pain washed out while swimming. This she would miss once she moved to Spellfire, Texas. She alone made the decision to move from Puerto Rico to Spellfire. So many changes to come; a whole new beginning, learning to live life without her husband and getting to know herself once more. Raquel would finally live the life she always dreamed of having; opening a Spanish restaurant. Her younger cousin, Juliana Baez, constantly pestered her to move to the States. Juliana planted a small seed of the idea in Raquel’s head long before her husband died. Raquel had mourned his passing for over five years now. A soft breeze of night air whisked through her flowing red hair. Palm trees’ leaves crackled and swayed against the gentle wind. Raquel watched her very last sunset on the beach of her hometown, Arecibo, Puerto Rico. The white sands and crystal-clear water called out to a special part of her at sundown. Every night, from her earliest memories, she would come down to the beach at sundown and swim. It seemed those swims lasted an eternity. Ripples of incoming tide move closer to her toes. 109

Spellfire Seasons, #2 She often sat on the rocks, combing out her hair while she looked into the mirror. Her mirror’s polished silvery surface, reflective of the sea. The rounded shape and luminescence connected with the orb of the moon that controlled the sea. The ancient sea legend stated that once you look into a mermaid’s mirror, one could see his or her true self, which explained how Carlos came to fall madly in love with Raquel, accepting her for who she really was. Raquel was descended from the line of the great sea god Poseidon. Her grandfather was one of the youngest sons of the mighty sea lord, and founded a coven of merfolk off the shores of Puerto Rico. Many pirates visited a tavern that Raquel’s grandparents built there, to make Raquel’s grandmother happy, her being human and all. Her own mother was half mer-person, half human, while her father was all merman. Still, as unusual as it looked, her mother and father raised her and her many brothers and sisters Catholic, as were her many cousins of both merfolk and human kin. Carlos first saw her one night while out on his fishing boat. He thought what he envisioned to be a dream, Raquel realized, but it wasn’t. Raquel glanced at him from across the rocks where she sat, at the time. She swam over to him, falling immediately in love with him. Her family at first appeared very reluctant in giving them their blessings, but in time, they did. Raquel prayed that he would see the great love they shared. A true love that would make her the happiest she had ever been. Carlos being a man of his word and a noble soul, gave his word to his father-in- law that he would love her, never mistreating her. He allowed her the freedom to return to her home in the sea whenever she wanted. This pleased her father very much, who then in turn granted Carlos his heart’s desire when he chose it. Being a mermaid, Raquel possessed abilities to predict and control storms as well as foretell the future events. Even before marrying Carlos, she knew the marriage would not last forever. Merfolk and mortal marriages normally didn’t last long, though she promised him, for the time they had together, she would make him a very happy man. Carlos promised that, when his time came, he would release her from her bonds to him, returning her back to the sea. During the twenty years she lived with him as his wife, not once did she have any regrets. They lived a very happy and fulfilled life together. They did a lot of traveling back and forth to Spain. Carlos took ill on the night their eighteenth wedding anniversary. They spent 110

Spellfire Seasons, #2 the last two years of his life fighting a long, drawn-out battle with cancer. Through all of his agony and suffering, Raquel remained at his side. There were mornings that he awakened with a lot of energy, enough to go swimming, to enjoy the midnight swims with his beautiful wife. As his time grew short, Carlos knew he had some very important decisions to make regarding Raquel. He wanted to make sure that she had enough to live on and not worry about any medical or business bills. His overall desire was to make sure that she would be left financially secure for the rest of her life, yet she knew that he didn’t need to, but wished to, event though she had her own means of making a living. Before marrying Carlos, Raquel had spent most of her time working at her restaurant by the beach. There had always been something magical about Moonlight by the Sea. Ever since anyone could remember, it always existed. Moonlight by the Sea had been the first pub established back in the time of the early settlers who came to the beautiful island of Puerto Rico. Pirates, as well as sailors, made sure to stop in for a brew and to feast upon the delicious meals prepared by the staff after being months at sea. Over the course of time, just as everything else progressed, so did the restaurant. Many of the girls in her family and the mer-coven her family was part of, took turns cooking and maintaining the place. Moonlight grew in size as a nightclub for the younger generation, drawing in many of the local couples on the weekends. Moonlight became very popular all over the island with each new opening on the furthest points of Puerto Rico, San Juan being home to the biggest of all. The merfolk who worked with Raquel enjoyed the freedom to go back and forth between their home in the ocean and the house adjoining hers, which they too called home. Her closeness to her merfamily certainly proved to be beneficial to everyone, especially once Carlos became too weak to care for himself. Every night, one of her many brothers and sisters or cousins, sat with Carlos while she tended to his personal matters and that of the club. As she sat there upon the rocks, she contemplated her next move. Gazing up into the star filled sky, she prayed that Carlos could hear her thoughts. Lost in her own, feelings of regret overcame her. She dwelled on their final decision, not going to her kin to aide them. 111

Spellfire Seasons, #2 Poseidon, father to all the mer-folk, a great and powerful god, and whom Raquel’s grandfather was descended from, first heard about his illness and opened his heart to him. He understood the great sacrifice Carlos was willing to make and offered him again a chance to be with his kin, Raquel, until the end of time. A gift not given so easily, one that all mortals would jump at, a life of immortality, living amongst the merfolks. Selflessly, Carlos graciously declined the offer, preferring to live out his remaining months sleeping in a hammock under two huge palm trees with his wife at his side. He enjoyed watching the sun come up every morning. He refused to count the days left, giving him a newfound sense of appreciation for everything and everyone around him. **** The final months went by quickly, the local children returned to school from summer vacation eagerly prepared for the Halloween parties at school. The club was in a bustle with everyone enjoying the excitement of the huge ball honoring Raquel and Carlos’s wedding anniversary. All the preparations were in order, and the club became alive with colorful ornaments, trinkets and bobbles, beautiful flowers from all over the island and seashells from the deepest part of the sea. Everything one could possibly imagine was brought in to give the illusion of one actually being under the sea. Even Poseidon lent some of his own special touches to make the evening perfect for all. . October 31st being the one night of the year that merfolks and mortals alike could enjoy a special night without exposing their secret identities The ladies all dressed in long flowing gold gowns that blended in perfectly with the rest of the merfolks. The men, equally as handsome dressed in their finest tuxedos, served as companions to the ladies that came alone. The magick of that night brought everyone together, raising their glass high in a toast cheering on the longevity and health of the happy couple. Tonight he would ask her, in front of everyone, to marry him again and re-new their vows. In front of all, Carlos and Raquel renewed their vows under the night sky, promising to love each other forever. Carlos danced all night with his bride just as he did twenty years earlier. 112

Spellfire Seasons, #2 After a long night of excitement, dancing and well wishes, the happy couple quietly departed without anyone noticing them leave, for a walk along the beach to their favorite quiet spot. They walked hand in hand silently under the moon-lit sky, feeling the cool water against the heels of their feet. In his heart of hearts, he knew this to be his last night with his wife. He made the strongest of all effort to take one final midnight swim with her. That next morning, after a night filled with passionate lovemaking, his body no longer had the desire and stamina to fight. Carlos held Raquel in his arms tightly while she slept peacefully. He placed a loving kiss on both her cheeks and her lips. He looked down at her once more, making a mental picture to take with him. “Te Querio para Sempre,” he whispered softly kissing her lips one last time. Carlos laid his head down on his pillow, closing his eyes waiting on the Angel of Death to come and take him home. The morning of Carlos’s passing gave way to a very somber day for all in the small town of Arecibo. Many of the local merchants closed shop to attend the funeral services for Carlos Castillo. Flowers came from all the people that he did business with and touched in one way or another. The children lined up at that viewing after school to pay their condolences to Raquel. Each child held a yellow rose in a tiny hand as a token of love for Carlos. The funeral proceeded from the church to the spot where he had chosen to be laid to rest. It looked out from above a cliff on the south side of the town. He had proposed to Raquel in this exact spot. In life, it brought him great joy each time they sat under the palm trees for lunch, and in death, it kept him closer to those who loved him. **** Her life seemed to stop the moment his coffin went into the dark grave. Each night the beach offered a source of comfort. Stargazing relaxed her. Many nights she talked to Carlos as if he sat right with her. Legend had it that, when the stars shone brightest, the soul of a lost love would journey across the great divide, giving comfort to those left behind. Raquel knew this was more than legend, for Carlos came to her each night, helping her cope with him not being in the physical world. Nights spent discussing her future plans, and Juliana’s idea of moving to Spellfire. Carlos begged her to lift the dark veil from her soul and find happiness once more. 113

Spellfire Seasons, #2 On this night almost five years to the date of his passing, Carlos came and said goodbye. “Mi querida, it is time for us to part ways once and for all. I can no longer come to comfort you.” Carlos’ caress brushed her cheek. Tears filled her eyes instantly. Having to say goodbye to him a second time wreaked havoc with her emotions. Carlos materialized fully before her. He held her tightly in his arms, kissing her tears away. “Estoy aqui, Corazon.” The tenderness of his kiss awakened her desires for his touch. He held her close against his body. Raquel buried her face against his chest, inhaling his intoxicating fragrance of musk that even in death he carried. “Come,” he said. “Let us go for one last swim together.” Taking her hand, they dived into the warm waters of the beach. The water worked magic on them, transforming her human legs into a long shiny fish-like tail. Swimming together, the beauty of the night encompassed them. Hours went by without notice. Eventually, back out of the water and in human form, Carlos held her in his arms. His trembling body belied the holding back of his own tears. He pressed his lips gently against hers. Raquel tasted the ocean water. She gasped, and her eyes rose, staring into the hazel eyes that seemed to turn golden with her pleasure. ”You're beautiful.” She reached up and tangled her hand in his thick hair, pulling him forward until he took her mouth with his own. His lips sweet against her own. His hand rested upon the flat plane of her stomach, his thumb coming to rest just at the top of her slit, moving ever so slightly to part her pouting lips. She felt the surface of his thumb touch her clitoris and gasped, pushing her hips up into his touch. He drove her slowly, playing with her body, his mouth finding her hard-tipped breast and feasting there. His tongue swept over her nipples, Raquel more alive than she could believe possible. He tasted her nipples, first one then the other, suckling deeply while looking up at her, staring into her eyes. It was eroticism itself, that green gaze looking at her, those luscious lips suckling at her breast. Sensuality encompassed his soft touch, his tender probing of her slim form. Raquel’s hands slid through his dark hair, holding his head to her breast then moved lower, over his broad shoulders and strongly muscled back. She loved the way his skin moved, the muscles flexing under her fingers. She brought him back to her mouth, her legs parting naturally 114

Spellfire Seasons, #2 for him to slip between. She moaned into his mouth with frustration, wanting to feel him between her thighs, buried deeply inside her, clenching with desperation she had never felt before. He growled and moved her hand, his body firmly made, his form handsome and seductive. He took the hand he held and placed it on the hardness of his cock, letting her stroke him, to remember the way he felt. Raquel’s eyes flew open as her fingers explored his hardness. Her fingers wouldn't fit around his width; his length always brought a sigh of sheer amazement to her lips. Her groans and his mixed and mingled in the soft water surrounding them, and he opened her legs further, pressing just the tip of his shaft to her pining opening. She drew him in, slowly, her legs coming up to rest at his hips. He stretched the tender flesh between her thighs. She flinched, a little uncomfortable but determined, and squirmed under him, her movements sending a smile of pleasure to his gorgeous lips. Once more, she drew him closer until her petite body felt sweetly impaled upon his shaft, her sheathing flesh clenching around him like a fist. His head was up, his eyes staring down between their legs to where he was firmly buried inside of her. He pulled back slowly and then thrust back in. He watched with pleasure, the way her thighs gripped his hips as he moved inside of her. Her breasts rose and fell sharply, jiggled and moved with his movements. He captured one firm globe in his hand, squeezing and shaping it with his big palm, biting her nipple gently and then harder as she moaned and groaned her pleasure. Suddenly, he twisted, taking Raquel with him, turning until she was riding astride his hips. His hands were on her slender waist, almost meeting around her slim form. He held her to him, moving her, controlling her movements. She raced with him, her body writhing above his in the warm, salty water, her hair a twisting mass of tendrils that seemed to dance with her movements. He plowed into her, her body shaking with the force of his hammer-like blows. She took it all, her hands on his chest. His body pistoned into her, hurling her from one wave of pleasure to the next in an ever-increasing haze of ecstasy that she never wanted to stop. When it finally came, when the dark waves of her orgasm boiled over her, she threw her head back and screamed, her hands digging into the long muscles of his thighs. He joined her, bowing his body as 115

Spellfire Seasons, #2 he filled her pulsating core with long silken ropes of sperm. He pulled her down, even as his body continued to spasm, holding her tightly to his long form. Golden lights flashed in front of Raquel's eyes, her skin felt almost too sensitive, her body languorous and heavy on top of his. She savored his body, the firmness of the muscled chest under her cheek. His hands gently stroked her back, pushing her hair from her face in a tender manner that made her smile. He murmured words to her too softly for her to hear, the tone soothing and sweet. A single tear ran down her face as she remained very still. This was goodbye. In her heart, she knew it was time to let go and live again. She raised her head from his chest. Her body still tingled from the intense orgasm. Raquel smiled at him and placed a kiss on his already swollen lips. “It is time for me to return, Corazon,” he said softly. “I know,” Raquel replied softly. She lifted her slender body off his, planting her backside in the cool sand. Carlos sat up, looking out towards the beautiful ocean before them. “Promise me that you will always find time to swim as you do now and that you will let love into your heart.” Raquel gazed out to the ocean, hiding her tears from him. She hesitated with her reply. She could not find the words in her heart to let go. “I promise,” she said with a great sadness in her heart.” I know that there are many places for me in Spellfire to swim at night.” Carlos got up, brushing the sand off from his body. He remained with his back to Raquel, not letting her see his tears. He made a feeble attempt to make her laugh one last time. “Don’t you go and get caught in some fisherman’s net, swimming late at night over there in Texas. I don’t want to have to come back and save your ass again,” he chuckled loudly. She tried so hard not to burst out in tears but couldn’t help herself. Quickly she rose to her feet, grabbing Carlos for one final kiss to last her an eternity. He wiped the tear from her face with his thumb, placing it to his mouth pressing it against his lips, as he tasted it. He placed his thumb back on her lips, tracing the outline of her sensuous lips. “I will always love you, mi querida,” he said. He was stalling. To part after such a wonderful night together proved hard. The sun began to rise slowly in the distance. The orange hue touched the edge of the ocean with tenderness, reminding everyone of the coming of a new dawn. 116

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “You must go,” she said. Her voice became very low. “Are you trying to get rid of me?” he asked with a giggle. He held her close, trying to protect her from the inevitable. Raquel closed her eyes for a moment, holding dear to her heart the vision of him. When she opened her eyes, Carlos was gone. She sighed deeply, letting out the anguish within. She ran straight ahead, diving right into the warm waters of the sea she called home. Her legs transformed into one large fin as she swam deeper into the ocean. She realized it was time to start living again. Her life would be taking care of Carlos’s business interests and Moonlight, her only source of comfort, and that of her mer-family. Her brothers and sisters all gathered around her, giving her the strength she needed to move forward with her life. Each night after a very long day, they would come together and sit by the shore, letting its cool water caress their tired feet. The instant the water touch their toes, the magic which made them human during the morning hours gave way to show their true selves. Their legs became very long and silvery, slowly uncurling to reveal beautiful fins. They swam in the deep dark waters around the island they called home. Tonight Raquel did not join them. She stayed behind, resting her weary soul in the home she shared for so many years with her husband. She made her way to her favorite spot where they spent hours together. The hammock felt empty to her, laying in it alone. She found comfort in her thoughts of Carlos, feeling his love wrapping around her like a blanket. The warm winds of the night gently rocked her and the hammock, lulling her into dreams of Carlos.

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Chapter Two Late one summer’s night, Raquel’s younger sister, Juliana, called asking about making a move and opening up a business with her in Texas. Raquel had been laying outside in the hammock. “Buenas,” answered Raquel. “Hola, Raquel, que haces?” “Nothing much,” she replied. “Just laying here in the hammock, waiting for your nightly phone call,” she said giggling. “Listen, Rae, I know I have been a pest about you coming to Texas. Spellfire is a beautiful place to live out the rest of our lives. Plus there isn’t anyone to question certain things if you get my drift.” Juliana rambled on for what seemed to be the better part of fifteen minutes without Raquel getting in a word edgewise. “Spellfire is a haven for everyone who is a bit different. I had Alyssa do some research on the town. We could easily open up a bakery and an authentic Spanish restaurant over there.” Each time Raquel tried to squeeze a word in, Juliana kept on and on. “Jules, listen to me,” as she attempted to cut into the one-sided conversation. “Jules, will you hush for a minute, and let me get a word in for sec. How the hell do you except me to answer when you won’t stay shut long enough for me to reply?” Her sister’s demeanor and her abruptness took Juliana back. “Okay, I will hush and listen,” she said quietly. “After carefully considering everything you have told me about Spellfire, and the fact that you sure as hell won’t give up on letting me stay in Puerto Rico, I have come to the decision to join you in Texas.” A very high pitch shrill was all that Raquel heard on the other end of the phone line. She pulled the phone away from her sensitive ears, while Juliana bubbled over with glee. “Mira nena, this doesn’t mean you are going to drive me crazy over there and find me another husband. Is that clear, little sister?” “Very clear sis, I promise. No playing matchmaker.” 118

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “Good. I will make the necessary calls to a realtor I know. He was a client of Carlos, and lives in Houston. Now let me get back to my star gazing before I change my mind,” she teased her sister. “One thing, sis, I won’t be leaving PR till after the holidays. Okay?” “I know how much it means to you to be there for the New Year’s, Raquel. I am thinking of flying back home for a few weeks to give you a hand with things until then. That is, if it’s ok with you.” She waited for her sister’s reply. “Sure, it’s okay. It would be nice to have someone with me on the flight over.” Raquel had never flown alone. She had always traveled with her husband because of her innate fear of flying. If mermaids were met to fly, we would have been given wings, she thought to herself. “Call me in the morning, Jules, and we can get to work on the arrangements and begin looking for a place in Spellfire.” They said their goodnights, each one content with the choices they made. Raquel remained in the over-sized hammock. She fixed her gaze on the night sky. The stars glittered brightly, giving their approval. Spellfire seemed to be the perfect place for them to blend in easily. The city being a magical place where mystical creatures lived amongst each other, would welcome them with open arms. This time next year, she would be ringing in the New Year in Texas with her family and new friends and hopefully a new love in her life. The next morning she began the task of packing up her personal belongings. Until this date, she hadn’t the heart to box up Carlos’s clothing or his books. In his study, everything remained intact. In her heart, Raquel held a glimmer of hope that one day he would return. Eternal love does strange things to humans, she thought. Over the next few months, Raquel frequently spent endless hours on the phone with her attorney and the architects, working on the expansion of her corporation to Texas. Moonlight by Sea had grown tremendously over the years. With many locations opened all over the island, they had become very popular places for both the older and young generation. The younger crowd, who specifically enjoyed techno and the rave style of dance music, came from all over the island to the main club in San Juan. Moonlight had become a household name throughout the island and now was expanding to the States. Slowly the transition became more of a journey into a new land. She found herself reading up on the town and its surroundings. 119

Spellfire Seasons, #2 Deciding whether to set up the bakery in the mall or to buy a place in town that would accommodate both places. Her other worry came to light because of the nightclub. How would the people of Spellfire adapt to having it in their quiet town? She drew up the plans for both places, deciding how they should look and feel. They needed the same ethnic flair and appearance. Her office in Spellfire would be fully equipped with the latest technological advancements in computer and video conferencing. Her younger sister Alyssa, blessed with the knowledge of modern day devices, would maintain the clubs and restaurants once Raquel made the move. **** Christmas Week came quickly for everyone, especially Raquel and her mer-family. Raquel had been so wrapped up with the architect in Texas over the designs for the place that she got lost in the magic of it. Final preparations for both places were completed in October, with the grand opening scheduled for February, near Valentine’s Day. Alyssa took care of everything, including shipping all of Raquel’s personal belonging to her new home, except for what she needed with her for current uses. Juliana purchased Raquel a beautiful Victorian house on the outskirts of the city, not far from Selkie Falls. The river that flowed through Spellfire poured out from an underground stream leading into the Gulf, making things so much easier for Raquel and those coming with her to the States. Babbling Brooks wasn’t far either. Though it was a fresh water stream, they could still use it to take their mermaid form at night. Kemah and Clear Lake were not far away either. Their worries about there not being enough places for them to swim, once they moved to Spellfire, washed away. Christmas celebrations in Puerto Rico began early in December. It was one of the busiest times ever on the island. Everyone spent most of his or her time either shopping or cooking. The sounds of Christmas were everywhere. Spanish Christmas carols played endlessly throughout the day. Decorations hung all over the town. Tinsel, lights and plenty of garlands could be seen everywhere. The stores filled with shoppers, making sure they had enough food for all the parties coming during the next two weeks. Even the slaughterhouses kept busy, filling orders for the traditional Christmas pig cooked over a fire pit—lechon asado. 120

Spellfire Seasons, #2 That afternoon while at home making pasteles and arroz con gandules, which were part of the holiday festivities, Raquel received an anonymous package via courier from overseas. She quickly signed for the enormous flat box. “Do you need any help with that, sis?” asked her younger brother. “No, Raul, just tend to the lechón.” Carefully she carried it inside to her study. Using the box cutter she stored in there, gently she cut the tape around the edge of the box. The only time she ever got mystery packages from far away places, was when Carlos traveled aboard. Many times, he sent her beautiful trinkets from Egypt and Greece. Raquel removed the cover from the box. Underneath the many layers of bubble wrap, laid a crimson colored cloth held together with a gold ribbon. Her hands shook in anticipation, wanting to know what the crimson material guarded. Raquel untied the golden ribbon, parting the velvet. She stared at a beautiful painting, with a note attached to it. She recognized the handwriting immediately. It was from Carlos. Her eyes filled with tears as she read. Mi Amor, What better gift can a simple man like me give you than his eternal love. I am forever with you. My spirit and heart shall follow you always. Carlos In his last trip overseas, he had commissioned a painting of them. Although she knew of the painting, she had forgotten about it. Her petite hand reached out to touch the delicate paint strokes. Each one sent chills through her body. The magic within the painting gave it a life of its own. The caption under the painting read Lovers Eternal. It depicted Carlos and her as merfolks, sitting together on the rocks in a lover’s embrace with the moonlight as a backdrop. She glanced at the note, looking for a date on it. The painting had been commissioned almost three years ago. She placed the precious gift back in its velvet home, sealing the box again. Silently she said 121

Spellfire Seasons, #2 Thank You to Carlos for such a beautiful gift. She called Alyssa to make arrangements for one more box to be delivered to Texas. Raquel smile as she placed her fingers to her lips, puckering them and setting a kiss on the box before returning to the kitchen filled with people. Everyone had wondered where Raquel went until Raul nonchalantly offered a brief explanation while making the cocquito. Raul, a handsome young man, loved making the cocquito. As much as he made, there was never enough to last till after the Feast of the Three Kings. He always made fun of his many sisters and was the brunt of their jokes. Even though Raquel enjoyed teasing him and watching him getting the stuffing kicked out of him in human form, she favored him from the rest. She chose him to come with her to live in Texas with a few others that already had finished school. None of them had ever left Puerto Rico, nor had they flown before, which would make for a very interesting flight. By eight o’clock, the kitchen stood empty. The food had been sent on ahead to the nightclub to be kept warm until after the Midnight Mass. This being her last night on the island, Raquel joined her family for a swim before Mass. The water, which divided humans from their own families, kept the merfolk together as one. All any of them had to do was reach out and touch the water, and soon he or she would be home again. As they frolicked in the hidden cove, a swimmer in the distance caught Raquel’s attention. She feared for his safety. La Salandera (the tuna cannery), abandoned over fifty years ago, boosted a sharkinfested beachfront. Swimmers took a great risk surfing even after No Swimming signs were posted all over the surrounding area.. Raquel swam quickly over to the area where she first spotted the lone male swimmer. She dove deep under the water, avoiding the bob wire fencing around the abandoned cannery. The impending danger as she swam deeper into the infested waters didn’t faze her. The swimmer, now completely surround by the sharks, appeared calm. She instantly made eye contact with him the moment she came up from under the crystal-clear blue waters. Patiently she waited for the precise moment to distract the four mammoth sharks. She swam as close as she could without alerting their keen sense of smell. Raquel signaled him to dive under the water as deep as he could. She hoped that her hair-brained plan would not fail them. Merfolk were a favorite delicacy of sharks. 122

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “If all goes well, it would make it so much easier to grab him and out-swim that group of sharks back to the safety of the cove,” she thought. Raquel smiled at him, giving him the reassurance he needed before she disappeared into the water. Instantly the handsome swimmer dove down below the sharks and found Raquel waiting for him. She didn’t take into consideration that one of the sharks might follow. Without any warning, she grabbed him into the safety of her arms. She took in a deep breath of her own and kissed him, filling his lungs with just enough oxygen to make the swim back to the cove. For a brief moment, she saw him stop, shaking his head in disbelief, when she notice his view fell on her long shiny tailfin going back and forth. He floated to unconsciousness as she got him to safety. Everything went off without a hitch, except for one minor detail. One of the smaller sharks followed them, taking a nip out of her tail fin. The pain was so intense she cried out, but didn’t stop swimming. She feared the scent of her blood would attract other sharks lurking nearby. Eventually she reached the shallow waters of the hidden cove where her family gathered earlier. Her brother, Raul, spotted her first with the stranger. He slowly approached them. Raquel swam over to her brother, knowing all too well that condescending look he gave her. Raul never trusted the humans. He heard too many stories of how merfolk ended up in some fisherman’s net and was sold to the highest bidder to be part of the traveling freak shows. “Raul, give me a hand and see to him. Make sure he isn’t hurt.” Though his own mistrust of humans led him to believe the worst of all, he considered this one must be special for his sister to risk her life. “Whose blood was spilled into the water?” “Mine,” she replied without any hesitation. “Damn sharks love the taste of merfolk just a tad too much,” she chuckled. They both laughed at the sight of her frayed tail, knowing it would leave a nasty scar on her human legs. Raul swam to the shoreline, placing an unconscious male onto the cool sand. He returned to carry his sister inside her home. “Sis, go shower, and I’ll meet you back here before Mass starts. Just make sure to wear something that will hide that, okay?” “ “Si, Raul.” She waited for him to say something smart, but he didn’t. “Raul, don’t forget to check on the swimmer.” Before she finished her sentence, he made his way back to the beach. Raquel 123

Spellfire Seasons, #2 headed off into the shower, washing the salt from her skin. Gently she washed the area around the wound. She muttered, cursing the shark that bit her, “maldito tiburon.” Meanwhile Raul searched the surrounding area of the cove. He swore that the man he carried was under the High Tide sign. He continued to look around the beach. Nothing. “Oh well,” he said out loud. Raul jogged back to his sister’s home to give her the bad news. “Hey, sis,” he knocked on the bathroom door. “Que paso?” she replied. Her entire body lay covered in bath soap and shampoo. Raul leaned his shoulder against the bathroom door, bracing for the worst. “I hate to tell you this. But…umm, the man you saved,” pausing for a moment. He dreaded telling her this after she risked her life to save him. “He’s gone.” Raul braced himself to hear a very loud scream. He placed his hands over his ears and hoped that the noise she let out didn’t take out his hearing. The last time one of his sisters screamed, it took him several weeks to regain his hearing. “Pero, what do you mean ‘he is gone’? Gone where?” Her voice rapidly changed to a high-pitched screech. It made a distinguishing sound like nails against a chalkboard, making his teeth rattle and his flesh crawl. Raul did his best to stifle his laughter at his sister. He knew exactly what each was capable of when angered. He wasn’t about to get punched through the bathroom door. Raquel continued to rambling on aimlessly, cursing in Spanish, while she removed the last of the shampoo from her hair. “Mira que cosa! Ese maldito hombre se fue sin dal las gracias.” It was hard enough for her brother not to laugh but hearing her carry on brought tears to his eyes. He crossed his arms over his stomach, holding back his amusement. This was the funniest thing that had happened to Raquel since Carlos played an April Fool’s prank on her when they first got married. Which, of course, Raul got blamed for. Merfolks and humans with devilish minds made the best tricksters. He, too, missed Carlos and all the mischief and fun they had with the entire family. Those memories made Raul smile. The bathroom door finally opened, and Raquel stepped out. She saw her brother sitting on the floor He sat there clutching his stomach 124

Spellfire Seasons, #2 giggling. She saw him holding back his laughter within his green eyes and glared at him with a dirty look. “Ni lo digas... Don’t you dare, lil brother!” Raul stood there with his mouth gaping wide before she cut him off. She knew he was about to stick his foot in his mouth again. “Not one word or I will personally see you meet up with the shark that took a chomp out of me“!” The fact that she was beyond upset didn’t help matters. Raul had been holding back the “I told you so” and was close to tears from it all. She couldn’t help but crack a smile. They both broke out laughing so hard that tears ran down the sides of their cheeks and their ribs began to hurt them. The gash on the side of her leg started to bleed profusely. “Damn, it’s bleeding again,” she muttered. “I need to get this bleeding under control before I get dressed,” she said as her brother covered the bite with gauze. “Yeah, you do, sis. Who knows what your blood might attract on the way to Mass,” he laughed. “Nice work Raul.” she looked down at her thigh feeling the thickness of the dressing. “Now, as for you, Senor Smart Mouth, I am going to fix that for you.” She grabbed the towel from the floor, chasing him around her room. Raul barely made it out the door before the wet towel snapped on his backside, stinging him. **** The entire family gathered at the Cathedral de San Felipe. Everyone dressed in the finest clothing took their seats closest to the altar, directly in front of the Nacimento, or the Manger, as others would call it. The people of the parish spent the entire week in preparation for tonight’s Mass. Flowers decorated the base of the pulpit and around the altar. Bright red poinsettias’ and small decorated evergreen trees, by families on the island, brought the Christmas Spirit to everyone. A very solemn mass with many carolers, children dressed as angels and nativity characters and lots of candles followed. Families attended this beautiful mass as a tradition, passing it down to their children as well. Just as Raquel’s human and half-human parents and other relations had taught her, her brothers, sisters, and cousins to do since they were small. Even merfolk had the traditions in their blood to, since they lived amongst humans there in Puerto Rico. 125

Spellfire Seasons, #2 The manger remained empty except for the wooden box that lay in the middle, with straw as bedding, until the procession got underway at Midnight. The church seats filled within moments of everyone’s arrival. The altar boy slowly made their way down the aisle signaling the beginning of the Mass. They carried candles and the incense burner, filling the air with frankincense and myrrh. The choir master led the choir in singing Noche De Paz—Silent Night. Noche de paz, noche de amor, Todo duerme en derredor. Entre sus astros que esparcen su luz Bella anunciando al niñito Jesús Brilla la estrella de paz Brilla la estrella de paz. Noche de paz, noche de amor, Todo duerme en derredor Sólo velan en la oscuridad Los pastores que en el campo están; Y la estrella de Belén Y la estrella de Belén. The blessing was given while all bowed their heads in silent prayer. Raquel, on the other hand, raised her head briefly to glance around, looking at all those who came to mass tonight. She secretly hoped to find an unfamiliar face in the crowd. Her attention was caught and held by the man sitting directly opposite, smiling back at her. At first, she resisted not daring to look, but curiosity got the better of her. “Could that be him?” Raquel’s puzzled look got the attention of her younger brother who happened to be right next to her. They both looked over at the man watching them, and both came to the conclusion that it was the man she had saved earlier. Throughout the Mass, they exchanged glances with the other. No one was the wiser except Raul, who in his impish and childish ways, made inference to what was going on. After the first reading, the Midnight procession began. Children dressed as angels slowly filled the church. The shepherd boy led the farm animals to the stable, setting in for the night. Joseph followed suit with Mary riding the donkey in search of a place to stay. Everyone remained standing as the reading of the Gospel proclaimed the birth of the infant child, Jesus. Joyous music filled the air as the angel rejoiced in singing letting the world know of His birth. The infant child laid in the straw cradle. The Three Kings followed, bearing gifts for the Child. 126

Spellfire Seasons, #2 Silently Raquel’s thoughts gave way to the last time Carlos stood at her side. She cried inside as she dwelled in those warm feelings. She felt her brother’s hand reach over to touch hers, comforting her. Tonight she didn’t feel as alone as she had in previous years. In her heart, she believed his spirit to be with her. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as a cold chill swept through her body. The temperature remained the same during the entire Mass, which made her wonder why she felt that cold presence lingering near. Raquel’s memories took her back to a time of her childhood when her mother would read stories to her of spirits that came to celebrate with mortals and other magical beings at the Mass on Christmas Eve, hoping to follow someone back home, to fill their lonely life if only for a short time. Everyone slowly made their way past the Nativity, stopping to gaze upon the baby Jesus and then headed off back to the club for some traditional food. Raquel stayed behind to light a candle for Carlos. She prayed for his soul, that it finally came to rest in the arms of the patron Saint of the Sea. She felt the eyes of someone secretly watching her in prayer. Raquel turned and rose, seeking out whoever lurked in the nearby shadows. “Is anyone there? With each step she took forward, her steps hesitated. The echo of her boots against the marble floor enhanced the eerie feeling. “My mind must be playing tricks on me tonight,” she said out loud. “No, it’s not,” replied a voice, which spoke out from the darkness. He came out from behind the shadows of the pillar. His green cat eyes stood out in the dark. She looked at him for the very first time. He stood over six feet tall, dark brown hair neatly trimmed. He wore jeans and a green dress shirt, which brought out the color of his eyes, and emphasized his clean-shaven face, dark hair, and tanned muscular body. Raquel literally took inventory of his entire body. Then she took in a deep breath and smiled. She could not help herself. He was very handsome, and it showed. She gathered her wits about her, finally breaking the silence between them. “Hi,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Hi,” he replied back to her. He stood with his hands in his pockets, apparently afraid to move. “I want to thank you for today.” “For today?” she questioned him. 127

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “Yeah, I knew it was you the moment I saw your long red hair. I seriously don’t think anyone in the island could have such beautiful red hair as you do, plus the pearl hanging around your neck gave you away as well.” Her hand instantly reached up to the lone pearl she wore on a chain, and she blushed. He slowly removed his right hand from his pocket, extending it outwards in friendship. “My name is Mateo Moreno. It is an honor to meet the woman who saved my life.” He took her hand into his, placing a kiss on it. Raquel’s body immediately responded to his touch. It sent waves of pleasure throughout her entire body, making her weak in the knees. Slow to respond, she forced a reply past her lips. “I am Raquel Castillo.” Her body instantly came to life. Since Carlos, no other man had touched her. Every part of her body screamed out, aching to be touched by this man. His hands went cool against her warm touch. Her body began to glow. Perspiration mixed with female mermaid hormones made it utterly impossible to control her sexual desire. All of her senses came to life from a single solitary touch from Mateo. He looked deep into her eyes, seeing the intense physical need and want that reflected his own needs as well. He couldn’t take his eyes off the vision of true beauty that stood before him. Totally enchanted by her, he did his best not to do what came natural to him. The urge to kiss her now became a struggle for him. “You are truly beautiful, Senora Raquel,” he said. His voice slowly became very soft and intoxicating. His hand reached out, cupping her face. He watched her eyes close as he caressed her cheek with his thumb. “Oh my God. What am I thinking?” She scolded herself for having such naughty thoughts in church. The supernatural connection they shared overwhelmed them. Her body emitted a soft warm glow that lit up the vestibule closest to the manger. Something magical and unexplainable indeed was happening. They felt the warmth of the glow inside their bodies. A fuzzy feeling introduced itself into their hearts, reminding them of two lost starcrossed lovers at last finding each other. Neither dared to speak, fearing they would disturb the moment. The white aura which surrounded them became increasingly brighter with each passing moment. Raquel’s thoughts became his as she glanced into his heart. She felt the pain of losing that one true 128

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Chapter Three The thoughts inside her head suddenly became very confused and cluttered. Vividly the memories he retained came into place and told of his untimely death. “On the anniversary of my death, my spirit returns in hopes of finally finding peace.” Slowly the story, which needed to be told, unfolded. “I was swimming off the coast of Galveston, Texas, not far from my hometown in Spellfire. I got stranded in some strange vortex that left me in limbo. Somehow I ended up here in these warms waters surround by sharks, where you found me.” “But you disappeared again.” “I died before you rescued me, but some how you’re attempt at rescue granted a second chance at a real life. Those sharks took that from me before, and the cursed vortex kept my life in limbo. Somehow, now, I have to prove I am worthy of a second chance.” Raquel’s thoughts traveled rapidly in her mind. At first, she listened in disbelief, but somehow the story he wove had an air of truth. Magic had brought them together, so maybe it was meant that she should help set his life right. “That is when I saw you surrounded by the group of sharks. More to the point, that is when the damn shark that followed us decided I was lunch.” She gave him a half smile, lowering her eyes staring at the floor. All her doubt faded the moment he reached out to touch her face again. “Yes that is right. Had it not been for your kindness, the curse of the vortex’s cycle would keep repeating itself until someone realized I was in danger.” Their bodies no longer glowed as they did before. All that remained was a glistening shine on her body. “Explain one thing, Mateo,” she said with a puzzled look upon her face. “How is it that I can see you whole and feel your touch?” 130

Spellfire Seasons, #2 He shrugged. He had no answers for the unexplainable occurrences that had been going on in his afterlife. The only thing he could think of was his being a citizen of Spellfire. His trouble must have something to do with that. He could walk around as a ghost or flesh and blood, and a person could see his restless form if he was paranormal. Being that he had drowned and his life was cut short, his soul ached for the life, which he never knew. He was a professional swimmer so legend said sharks ate him. Which would be wrong, with his soul reappearing in Spellfire and then in Puerto Rico. He talked to one of the other ghosts around town and learned he was there for a reason. And in walks his ‘reason’ at mass, Raquel Castillo, the widow who refused to allow her heart to heal and give into finding a new love. What seemed to be a lengthy and yet welcomed distraction to her evening plans realistically was a mere fraction of time measured into minutes in human time. “Would you care to join my family and me back at the club? There is a huge party going on right now with lots of food and drink for the entire town.” She hoped he would remain and partake of the festivities, but most of all partake of her company. Patiently she awaited his reply. Her natural instincts told her that he was reluctant in accepting her invitation, concerned about being among others. Yet, from the start, she’d felt some deep, unusual connection to this wayward spirit. And the fact that he came from Spellfire, and she would soon be moving there, led her to believe that destiny had thrown them together for a reason. Still, she kept her thoughts to herself as she studied him. She knew, however, he must have felt the odd connection between them too, when he said, “Sure, I would love too, but I don’t know anyone there.” “Yes, you do. You know my brother, Raul. He helped me pull you out of the water when you passed out. And you know me.” Her eyes glowed as she smiled at his acceptance. If tonight were his only night of being fully whole once more, she would make sure that he enjoyed the night to the fullest. Raquel had parked her car close by. She knew that he didn’t drive over. She click the alarm off and opened the driver and passenger side doors. She watched as Mateo hesitated about getting in. “Is there something wrong?” She leaned against the car, waiting for him to get inside. 131

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “No,” he said. “Just that it’s been while since I have seen the inside of any vehicle. It’s just weird, that’s all.” In his mind, he thought she must think him to be shy of a full deck. He chuckled at his own silliness. Raquel giggled, recalling her own first time learning how to live not only amongst humans, but the difficulty she had adapting to their ways, and those of her mer-heritage. It was very easy to be totally sympathetic with him. Once he was inside the car with the seat belt fastened, she made her way to the club. The time spent driving over, they spoke about the beauty of the island and how alive it was with the Christmas spirit. A few times, Mateo found himself doing a double take, looking back out of the car window, seeing other spirits along side them. Large groups of carolers walked towards the hospital and nursing homes, hoping to bring some joy to the seriously ill and elderly that couldn’t make it. Even the poorest of the town made an effort to participate somehow in the Christmas celebration. Her car pulled up in front of the cub, which bustled with loud Christmas music and happy children enjoying the feast. They sat in the car for a moment before either spoke a word. In a most awkward moment, Mateo tried to unbuckle the seat belt without making a fool of himself. The lock on the belt jammed, making it near to impossible for him to open without help from Raquel. His frustration showed on his face. “Here, let me help,” she said. She leaned towards him. Her hands played and fumbled with the lock. The more she fiddled with it, the tighter the hold against him in the seat. Both sets of hands vigorously attempted to pry the lock open. The palm of her hand rested on his while the other laid against the side of his hip. Her eyes shone brightly at the closeness they again shared. She pressed her lips together, moistening them. Her heart beat rapidly against her chest. The intense power of her arousal gave her the courage to be bold. Her lips quivered moments before they touched his. They shared a soft and tender kiss, which left both breathless. The awakened feelings in both made them ache for more. The barriers around her heart slowly melted away. His lips touched hers, returning, and deepening the gentle kiss. Raquel’s body responded easily to his touch. Her nipples went hard under the fabric of her blouse as she pressed up against him. 132

Spellfire Seasons, #2 The loud popping sound of fireworks and the seat belt buckle finally giving way startled both, bringing them back to reality. They enjoyed the foolishness of the moment as they laughed, which made them break the kiss. Raquel turned to exit the car, but Mateo grabbed her arm, facing her toward him. This time, he acted the aggressor when it came to doing the kissing. His lips seduced her mind and body as she felt the same awakening as earlier. The heat of his kiss sent waves of pleasure through her body. She nibbled gently on his lower lip. His hand lightly touched her breast. Raquel let out a soft moan as they continued kissing. Her lips tingled with each kiss he gave her. Her head grew foggy from his kisses. As she cleared her thoughts, she realized that they had parked outside for the longest without anyone noticing she was there. Or did they? Se moved back a bit, giving them room to clear their heads. “We should be getting inside and joining the others.” She straightened herself up in her seat and adjusted the rear view mirror. Her hand touched her lips, fixing her smudged lipstick. “Are you sure I will be welcomed? I mean…I am a stranger to these parts.” Mateo voiced his concern once more. “There are no strangers here tonight. We are all one huge familia,” she said. **** Mateo never experienced anything like this in his life. He had always been a loner, never knowing what it was like to have a huge family around for the holidays. The only family he ever knew was back at the orphanage. Then again, one couldn’t say that was a family either. Mateo came to live at the Home for Wayward Boys in Houston at the age of six. His parents died upon impact in an automobile accident with a tractor trailer that lost control on Interstate Forty-five. With no other family to care for and raise him, the decision fell to Social Services to place him in a home. Mateo was a very small child, and the bullies at the home constantly picked on him. They teased and taunted him, saying it was his fault his parents died. At first, he refused to fight back. He remembered some of the things his father had taught him. He lived in a shell for many years until the day came when he took no more beatings from others bigger than him. One Saturday morning after breakfast, once all finished their chores and got the approval of the headmaster, they went outside to play softball. His team was losing by two runs, the bigger boys 133

Spellfire Seasons, #2 intimidating members of his team when it was their turn to bat. The boys choked up when they were at bat. In his own mind, he told himself the bullies would not scare him into missing the ball. He closed his eyes when he reached the plate, took his stance and a deep breath, as well. His eyes watched the pitcher’s body as he ground the softball into his hand before throwing it. He let out the deep breath just as the ball made contact with his bat, sending it clear across the grounds for a home run. The other children cheered on as he ran the bases. Mateo ran them with such pride in his heart. The smallest of all the children there had just defeated the school bullies, and he was proud of it. Just as he made it back to home plate, someone behind him took a swing at him with his own bat. He heard the sound of the bat’s impact cracking against his head as he turned to see who stood there. Blood splattered everywhere. Teachers and those supervising the game ran over to help. It took six teachers to pull the older student off of Mateo’s almost lifeless body. At that very moment, he wished for death. He wanted to rejoin his deceased parents. In his delirious state of mind, Mateo thought he heard his father’s soothing voice during the ambulance ride to the hospital. His last thoughts, before passing out from the loss of blood and the pain, were of swimming out to his father across the lake. That night, Mateo slipped into a deep coma. All the doctors could do was reassure the school’s headmaster of the possibilities of recovery. Charges had been pressed against the other student on Mateo’s behalf. The other child would serve hard time in a maximumsecurity facility for teens. Two years passed before Mateo regained consciousness. At his bedside sat an elderly woman in a rocking chair, knitting a blanket, humming to herself. He took his time letting his eyes adjust to the bright lights of the room. The muscles in his fingers began to twitch, making the monitors go off. The woman gave the appearance of a typical grandmother. She smelled of licorice and lavender. Her cool hands felt good against his forehead. She thanked the powers that be for his return. “Hola, Nino,” her soft voice said. The following years were all a blur to him. He came to live with the elderly woman he called his abuela . Mateo didn’t remember getting hit on the head or what happened in the moments leading up to 134

Spellfire Seasons, #2 it. His mind drew a blank and so he moved on, starting his new life with his grandmother, living in a beautiful town called Spellfire. Spellfire was the only true home he ever knew. Everything it stood for filled his heart with such peacefulness. His home nestled between two bodies of waters, Selkie Falls, which wasn’t too far for him to walk to and Babbling Brooks, on the other side of Spellfire, closer to downtown Spellfire, than Selkie Falls. He spent most of his time swimming in both. The water always gave him comfort at times. As the years went by, he finally grew into his adult body. Standing over six feet four inches with broad muscular shoulder and a tanned body, he had the younger women of the town swooning over him. At the age of sixteen, he took his first job as a lifeguard at the local pool not far from his home. Eventually he entered swimming and diving competitions, building his self-confidence. By the time he was twenty-five, Mateo held many records in long distance swimming. In one of his last swims, he failed to return with the rest of the swimmers, and a search for his body was mounted. They searched the shorelines and the nearby inlets. His body was never to be found. The woman he called abuela died months later of a broken heart. Being a ghost in that blasted vortex he’d been caught up in, made him hear many ghostly whispers. Eventually when Raquel found him and saved him, it had stopped that vicious cycle and curse, and brought him to her. Still, he believed that the fates had some how brought them together. He hoped his feelings were not wrong.

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Chapter Four Mateo couldn’t get used to all the happiness around him. Happy children enjoyed their new bikes, skates, dolls and other toys. The men wearing the traditional straw-hats sang the songs they learned as children while playing their musical instruments: the traditional cuatro (Puerto Rican guitar), regular guitars, güiros, and maracas. The holiday dinner consisted of roast pork served along with arroz con gandules, plátanos, and pasteles. “The pasteles are made,” Raquel told him, “using mashed green bananas, and the dough is filled with meat and is wrapped in the leaves of the banana tree.” She told him even more. Holiday desserts included “arroz con dulce” (rice cooked with spices, sugar, milk, and coconut milk) and “tembleque” (a custard made with cornstarch, sugar, and coconut milk) that is served cold. On each table, there were platters of turron nougat imported from Spain. Large crystal bowls lined the center tables filled with Coquito, a holiday beverage made from coconut milk and rum. This seemed so unfamiliar. Christmas at his home was much different. They went to Mass on Christmas Morning and had a huge dinner with close friends either at Havoc House or Spell House. Gifts were exchanged later that night after dessert. Raquel introduced Mateo to her family and friends. Everyone greeted him with open hearts and arms. “I see you found the gringo that ran off after you saved his scrawny hide, sis,” said Raul. Raquel shook her head in disbelief. Her brother once again managed to stick his foot in his mouth. “I’m just kidding,” he said. “I’m Raul, her younger brother. Mucho gusto.” Raul reached over and shook his hand. “Much gusto?” replied Mateo, a priceless puzzled look upon his brow. Raquel couldn’t help but giggle. 136

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “Mateo may have a Spanish name, but he doesn’t speak a word of it, I bet. At least, I don’t think so.” She looked at Mateo, waiting for his input. “No, sorry. I don’t speak it at all,” he said. Raquel and Mateo spent the rest of the night talking about what he remembered about his childhood and of Spellfire. Never did she confide in him that she would be moving there soon. The night slowly came to an end. The children that once ran around the club now slept draped over their parent’s arms. Everyone slowly made their way back home. For Raquel, after a long night of being on her feet and in shoes, she welcomed the freedom of swimming out in the ocean’s warm waters in her truest form. The remaining staff stayed behind to clean up. She knew that the club was in good hands and said goodnight to all and wished them a very Merry Christmas. As they walked out together to her car, Mateo stopped and leaned up against the driver’s side. Raquel stood directly in front of him, within arm’s length. “Thank you for everything tonight, Raquel,” he said. “Tonight was wonderful. It helped me remember a very special person that I loved dearly.” He reached out for her hand and placed a kiss on the inside of her palm then on top of her hand. Shivers ran over her body, making her weak in the knees. Raquel let the feel of his touch take over so much control of her senses. This seemed so unreal. Her face flushed again. She tried to back away a bit, but it was as if she grew roots buried deep into the ground. Mateo took her into his waiting arms, kissing her passionately. No one stopped him, nor did any fireworks startle them. Just the intense passion they had been holding back on all night. His tongue slowly explored her mouth, tasting her for the second time. The feeling that came alive in his body surprised him. It had been far too long since he was this aroused. He had forgotten what it could be like to feel the softness of a woman’s body next to his. His hand slid down, cupping her breast. Waves of pleasure shook the core of her womanhood as his hand toyed with the nipple beneath her blouse. A soft moan escaped her lips, which his deepened kiss muffled. Dizzy from his kisses, Raquel foolishly attempted to break free of his arms, but found that her body refused to move away, wanting more of the pleasure he offered. 137

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “No, Mateo,” she moaned as she laid her face against his cheek. Desire totally engulfed her body. The more she fought the passion they shared, the stronger her desire and need became. “Please, Raquel,” his voice whispered softly as he nibbled on the hallows of her neck. “I need you.” His tongue slowly licked her ear lobes, making her cry out even more. Raquel grabbed his hair and pulled him toward her. Her lips pressed hard against his before she broke off the kiss then running to the beach in tears. In her heart of hearts, she felt that she betrayed her husband’s memory. She sensed that Mateo watched as she dove into the clear blue water .She swam hard and deep into the oceans depths, crying her eyes out. She never thought there could be another man that would or could bring out such raw emotions. These new feelings, which Mateo had awakened, scared her. Luckily for her, she thought as she swam further out, that after tonight she would never see him again. Left alone back in parking lot, Mateo picked up her bag and jacket and locked both with the keys inside her car. As he slowly walked away, he looked back toward the beach, hoping to find her again. For the first time in his unnatural life, he wished for this one night of passion with her. Before he vanished into the morning mist, he blew a kiss to the ocean, hoping it would reach her. By the time Raquel exhausted herself, night had fallen and she needed to rest. She secretly hoped that Mateo hadn’t left, but she knew better. She saw her car still parked exactly where she left it the night before. She would ask Raul to bring the car over to her place in the morning. For now, she needed sleep. The private entrance to her home wasn’t too far off from the beach. Raquel made her way back in under the cover of moonlight. Once inside, she went directly to the shower. As the water flowed over her tanned body, her tears returned, and she sobbed uncontrollably. She hated what happened to her body and how she felt in Mateo’s arms. Her nipples became erect again, just at the mere thought of his touch. Too much to handle, her body literally screamed with need. She turned off the water and wrapped a towel around her. Her house locked up tight, she set the alarm. On the way to her bedroom, she glanced into the study where Carlos spent many late nights working. Again, she felt the tear in her heart for a second time that night. 138

Spellfire Seasons, #2 Nightly she lit scented candles in her bedroom, a ritual she maintained even after Carlos’s passing. She sought comfort in the body pillows she slept with. Her heightened state of arousal made it difficult to sleep. Her body continuously called out to Carlos. In the silence of the night, her soft pleading voice broke through the air, rose and fell, each word a supplication that seemed to fall on to deafened ears. Her words repeated over and over, with her voice growing hoarse with each time, she called out to Carlos. **** Overhead, almost unseen, the sky darkened with the taint of something ominous. Subtly at first, she felt the breeze pick up, tugging at the long strands of hair, her head tipped back, her eyes staring skyward. The chill in the wind came, wrapping about her like a haunting caress over her skin, yet she welcomed its icy feel, hands moving to pull the robe from her upper body, a sob rising from her throat. God, how she missed him. The feel of his strong hands as they'd caressed her to pleasure, oh so many times before. Her own hands moved slowly up her body as her fingers trailed up her abdomen, to the soft full curves of her breasts. Her fingers tracing paths that he had, over to the sides and slowly circling inwards till her thumbs slowly brushed over her nipples. Her palms now cupped gently, teased warm flesh that gained goose bumps from the night air. Her mind substituted her hands for his, as she continued her plea. Hands moving of their own accord over her skin, setting fires she prayed would be quenched. Her fingers slowly trailed down over her breasts, teasing, over her nipples, cupping the underside and softly squeezing with her eyes closed. It was as close as she could get to his touch. A small whimper escaped her lips as her fingers trailed over her brown pubic hair, lower as she teased the lips of her pussy, a drop of her head sent her hair wildly flying. She called out even louder to him. Slowly she dipped a finger inside herself, ever caught up in the memory of his touching her. The strength those hands had held, yet how gentle they'd been as he'd buried them inside her. Her fingers slid deeper inside her chasm. Caught up in the heat of the moment, she began to feverishly moan louder as her hips rocked faster bringing herself closer to a climax. Her breath came in shuddering gasps, as the earth seemed to move beneath her. Her back arched hard, and she screamed out, “Damn you, give me back my 139

Spellfire Seasons, #2 husband.” The orgasm overwhelmed her as it drew a sob from her chest. Her sobs of disappointment at his lack of return hid the sounds that came from behind her, of someone’s feet whispering over the dry grass. It was the feel of fingers like silk that burned a trail of need across her upper back, as the breeze whipped her red hair out of the way. Fear ran through her nerves for a moment. “Raquel?” Her eyes opened wide in joy as she rose to her feet. The robe fell from her hips. She turned slowly as though time itself had stopped. “Carlos?” Her voice hesitated as her eyes took in the monstrosity of maleness that towered over her. Her head tilting back to look up into his eyes; eyes with a twinkle of blue mixed with the fire of red burning with passion and desire as they trailed down her body. He reached out a hand to her trembling form. “No, Raquel.” Those were not the words she'd been waiting for, as she took a step back. She stood there, frozen in her tracks. If this wasn’t Carlos who came to her then who? Curiosity and desire got the best of her so she took a step forward to get a better look at his face. Her fingers glided over his skin, her eyes lifted to find his as her lips parted. He drew her in closer. Suddenly his finger pressed to his lips. “Ask not why lover, nor how, just go with it.” Slowly he dragged his finger down her lips. It caught on her bottom one, and he felt her reaction to him, a soft wanting tremble that overtook her. “Mateo.” Her soft gasp sounded like sweet music to his ears. Guiding his hands to her hips, he lifted her body high while her back remained arched. She let out a soft whimper as his hot lips took her nipple, drawing it sweetly into his mouth. He rolled his tongue over it while he walked with her with restrained desire. He placed her back on her bed where he first saw her pleasuring herself. Gradually he released her nipple. Raquel’s breath quickened as his strong hands lifted her legs, easing them to bend at the knee, planting her legs spread wide for him, her hands trailing over her breasts, drawing out small shudders. The feel of his hands sliding slowly up her ankles, lips wetly trailing his right hand to her knee, where he teased her with a lingering caress, drawing sweet whimpers from her. 140

Spellfire Seasons, #2 He dropped to his knees, hands gliding down her thighs, curving inwards, until fingers caressed the inner creases of her legs. “You're so beautiful.” His voice came out hoarse from the sight spread before him. The lips of her pussy slightly parted, begging him to use his lips. His tongue played with her clit over and over again. A cold chill moved up his spine, even as his mouth moved in closer. He felt the rise of her hips as she felt the hot warmth of his breath bathing over her wetness. Her legs parted wider, as the lips of her womanhood parted for him, he brought his lips against each one tenderly, and placing kisses against her dewy folds. It was exquisite torture for her to endure; she had wanted him from the first moment she saw him. And now to feel his teasing touches, it was more than she could handle. “Please, Mateo.” Raquel's voice softly pleading to his ears, yet he didn't rush in, no matter how badly he wanted to. He wanted her to be screaming for him to take her, his reason as selfish as hers. He wanted her with him for eternity, to feel her beneath him for all of time, crying and screaming his name as he pleasured her endlessly. Gently he brought the tip of his tongue in against her. With care he wriggled it deeper, allowing her juices to bathe over his hot tongue, the taste of her need pure bliss, as he began his torture of her. His hands came up to her hips and slid in between her and the bed he'd lain her on, lifting her bottom a few inches higher, causing her legs to part just little wider. Then he buried his head between his lover’s thighs, impaling her on his tongue, as it slithered deep within her flesh. Sounds of her tender cries filled the night air, as each stroke of his tongue explored her most secret depths. Something reasoned to her that he was different, but the feelings he ignited swept her fears away before they could even take root. The thoughts of that ran through her mind as she arched her hips into his tongue, feeling each deliciously deep long stroke of his tongue all the way up inside. Her breathing grew heavier with each wriggle and thrust into her; then her hands reached down to pull his head in tighter to her. Mateo smiled against her as he swirled his tongue faster within her, feeding off her lust, the sweet taste of it, a heady concoction intensified because of her unknowing love for him. He parted his lips wider around her; he sucked hard as the pressure of it tugged at her 141

Spellfire Seasons, #2 clit, sending shock waves through her. Her hips rocked hard with pleasure while he swallowed down all of her juices. “Mateo!” Her voice cut through the night. Saying his name turned into a scream of pleasure as she climaxed again under the ministrations of his tongue. Gasping for breath she spoke. “I need... you... to feel you inside me...please, Mateo...make love to me. I want to feel your hard cock deep inside.” Her pleas to him cut off as she felt his hands lift her off the bed, her eyes opened slowly as his chest pressed hard into her. It brought a deep moan from her lips as she reached up with her hands grasping his shoulders as he lowered her down onto his cock. Raquel's eyes closed in sheer pleasure as she fought the urge to try and fuck him senseless, but with them standing it was next to impossible as he controlled her decent down his hard flesh. Only the feeling of him lifted her slowly back up, then lowering her down made her eyes open as she stared up into his eyes; love for him burning in the depths of her own eyes. “Raquel...” Mateo moaned. He walked with her impaled on his cock. The feeling of her inner muscles clenching about him drove him insane with lust and love for her with every step he took. “Please, Mateo,” she softly begged him to end her torment. A low groan emerged as her back pressed up against a cold concrete wall, deliciously chilling when compared to the raw heat pouring off him and flooding into her body. His hands cupped the cheeks of her behind as he began raising and lowering her upon him. Raquel felt her back dragging against the wall twice before Mateo pinned her hard against it. The smooth rock of her hips as she wrapped her legs finally behind his waist, ankles locking. With each shake of her body, he drove harder, bringing a deep moan of delight from her. He threw his all into both making love to and fucking her senseless. His panting became deeper, his voice now an unearthly whisper near her ear, “Show me you love me.” Raquel arched her back as much as she could, her hands clenched against his shoulders before she raked her nails into them. Her small whimper of pleasure turned to loud gasping cries. Mateo began pounding into her mercilessly, each thrust bringing both pleasure and pain to her. Her mind overwhelmed with the deliciousness of it. His teeth bit down into her lip only to draw blood as he slammed his cock deep inside her. 142

Spellfire Seasons, #2 He could feel it coming, the moment when he'd make Raquel his, feeling his unholy seed building deep inside the pit of his balls. It became a feeling he cherished, making her his. In his renewed efforts to knock her over the edge of desire; at the same time, his hand came up between his legs sliding up between them. His fingers rubbed over her clit slowly, as her nails crisscrossed lines over his shoulders. He felt the moment her muscles sharply contracted and rippled around his cock. With one last thrust, his seed poured into her, sending her over the edge. Her body shook violently in his grasp. He held her tightly against him. Her body grew weak from the intensity of her orgasm. Her hands slid down his shoulders, the very tips of her nails swept over his thighs. Mateo brought one hand up from her behind. His seed and her juices ran down the inside of his thighs. Gently he brought his lips to hers, tenderly kissing where he left bruises. An agonizing moan escaped his lips. She saw the fire in his eyes as he saw her own. His arms went around her, and he pulled her sweet mouth to his. Again he would make hot passionate love to her. This time, there would be no mercy, never would he harm her, but there would be no mistaking this kiss. There would never be another man after him. His mouth never leaving hers, he pressed her to the bed, his hands leaving fire wherever they touched her. Her sighs became louder as her breathing became faster. He could feel everything about her and knew he would never leave. His own breathing grew faster, as his heart raced out of control. In one swift movement, he lay on top of her, her legs once more around his waist. He looked directly into her eyes, speaking to her with his. But to his glorious delight, before he could even think, she cried out his name. From deep inside her, the simple act of saying his name exploded within him. As they reached the highest plain of ecstasy together, she pulled his head against her breast. This was right between them, Raquel thought as he brought her to incredible heights of desire and beyond. The sea and their simple connection to Spellfire brought them together. No matter what came next, their joining here and now was meant to be. Still, in her heart, she knew it to be more, and said so aloud. “Forever, my love. Forever.” The End 143

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Heart of a Ranger by Bridghid Parkinson “Well, I’ll be hanged,” James said. “Already.” A beautiful woman came out of the delivery truck near his Farmer’s Market and caught James’s attention. He immediately noticed several stunning qualities about her, including the sound of her musical laughter. Nice… for a modern woman. James thought of his loneliness more since his old friend brought his wife to Spellfire, but he couldn’t let it occupy his mind. Jack had been lonely waiting for his wife to join him, and when she finally arrived, there didn’t seem to be much time for the ‘old boys’ group who once hung out in the bar. James kept busy around Spellfire during the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays, and looked forward to a little time to relax over the winter. Several gentleman friends came out of the van after the lovely young woman and started unloading boxes as James stood in the front parking lot. He should have known better, but he still let the fanciful thoughts cross his mind of actually spending time with a lady. Well, those boys aren’t goin’ to let me near that filly. James kicked the loose gravel in the parking area of his little Farmer’s Market. For once, he hoped for a woman that was a classic beauty, like from the days when he was young. He could easily imagine this young woman in a long dress. “All the old beauties are gone,” James lamented to no one in particular. Now, women wore clothes exposing parts of their bellies, and left nothing to the imagination. This young woman was no different. Her jeans didn’t even cover her belly button and her tiny shirt hardly covered her ribs. The sweater she wore over her shoulders didn’t look like it would keep her warm. In the old days, James didn’t get to admire those features on a woman until he married his Laura. The dresses and costumes of the women he’d once admired had form fitting details, but the lady covered herself from her neck down to the hems of the skirts that 145

Spellfire Seasons, #2 swept the floor. It was almost illicit to get a peak at a woman’s legs. James remembered the stirrings he would get just helping a lady in and out of a wagon. Now, he was distracted with notions of kissing this woman’s exposed features. He quickly turned around to the main building before he could entertain intimate ideas when he didn’t even know her name. His thoughts drifted to what she might have looked like when he was alive, and he smiled. Modern women didn’t appeal to him. He’d seen fairies and other young women in town almost completely naked and he didn’t even get an itch in his drawers. Today, he was intrigued for the first time in years. James wondered what part his friend Jack’s recent success, bringing his wife home, played. He stood in the middle of his market. Business went slow for the morning hours, but it would pick up for lunch in about an hour. He twirled the ends of his moustache, more from a nervous habit than from the need to groom his ghostly body. He was curious about the young filly that just pulled up and he drifted to a less conspicuous window to watch her. James watched, unable to contain his curiosity. Construction crews finished the detail work on the new building yesterday. The crew told him it’s a new Texas souvenir store for tourists and the owner wanted to compliment the older design of his market. The old details were stunning and reminiscent of his old Ranger’s Station in Seguin. The construction crew had magical ways of aging woods and using stone. The building looked one hundred and fifty years old instead of one hundred and fifty hours old. James saw the young woman staring at the Farmer’s Market. He forced himself to dematerialize completely and re-manifest in his office. Dag Nabit! Some people are sensitive to ghosts and get the feeling they are being watched and it seemed this young woman felt him. Just for once in his life, James would love to meet another woman like his Laura. When he was living, she made the hard, settlers life seem like paradise. When it came time for her to cross over, too, she insisted that it wasn’t normal for them to stay around Texas as ghosts. They needed to move on into the afterlife. James couldn’t. He’d lived his ghostly life in Texas, waiting ten years on Laura to pass, and he didn’t want to leave. “I fought for freedom here, I fought to protect the settlers here—even after I died—I don’t want 146

Spellfire Seasons, #2 to go. Texas is still home.” “I’ll always love you, James…,” Laura said. As quick as a flash, she was gone. He felt the sudden loneliness she must have felt when he died. James couldn’t stop being a Texas Ranger. He continued to work all across the state until the area grew with other ghostly people who could see him, and work with him. He discovered the town of Spellfire attracted other ghosts and more beings he’d heard referred to as ‘paranormal’. It was a delightful place once he could get used to seeing the Fae folk with wings or other creatures of different types. It takes people of all stripes, he thought. He supposed, since he was the closest neighbor to the new business that it might be the neighborly thing to do to take over a tray of bar-b-que sandwiches and a jug of tea from the main kitchen and say ‘howdy’. The first day of working in a new location was always hectic but he needed to find a way to distract himself from the owner’s daughter, or whoever she was. He went to the kitchen and gathered up a tray of wrapped sandwiches and jug of tea. He dropped a tub of potato salad on the tray with some plastic utensils called Spectra-Sporks. James went out the side door, manifesting fully so he appeared normal to the employees of the new business. Certainly, they must have figured out there was something special about Spellfire, but he wasn’t going to be the first possible encounter. The men continued to work while the woman approached James under the front porch with a smile. The slight itch in his drawers turned to a full-fledged stir when her eyes met his. “Howdy, Ma’am. I thought I’d bring y’all lunch. I know how busy it is, gettin’ things set up.” “Awe, ain’t that sweet!” she said and took the tray. “My name is Sarah Collins. Come on in!” James was thankful her eyes stayed up on his face and on the tray. He took the opportunity to slip his hands in his pockets, hitch up his britches and hide the sudden swelling in his groin. When he walked in the store, he looked around, amazed. He’d expected boxes, but the merchandize they offered was already on display featuring clothing, jewelry, hats, household items, and specialty foods, with Christmas decorations in full swing. The shock became enough to cool his desires as he admired the work and merchandise. 147

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “I love your costume!” Sarah said. “It’s not really a costume,” James answered quietly. “It’s sort of a bit what I normally wear and I got used to it. I’ve got several nice suits and uniforms like this.” “Good, I hope you won’t mind then if I get comfortable.” “But… I… I…,” James stammered. The thought of this creature ‘getting comfortable’ with a couple burly fellows nearby would mean trouble because he wouldn’t be able to restrain his gaze. He didn’t know how many of the men were prepared to fight for Miss Sarah’s honor, but he knew how many were in the room. “Oh hush, yer fine.” Sarah answered. She slid into the curtain of the dressing room like it was smoke. James didn’t even have the full realization in his mind she was a paranormal creature before she swept right back out to the showroom, dressed in the most beautiful dark blue gown he’d ever seen. The hems swept the floor and lace covered her neck just giving a peek of her collarbone. She wrapped a woven shawl around her shoulders before announcing, “There! That feels better! It was nice out there in the sun, but I keep feeling a draft that the new clothes just don’t cover.” James couldn’t speak. “Well, a girl has to keep up with the times, but there is nothing like the old comforts of your favorite clothes. You ought to try some new clothes!” James stared at her. “What’s the matter, honey?” Sarah looked concerned. “Cat’s got yer tongue?” “Who are you?” James asked in a low tone. “Sarah Collins. I was a teacher back in the day. I came to Spellfire a year ago because my home turned into a bit of a ghost town. I am sure you know where Karlshaven is… or used to be?” “The coast… Port Lavaca… It was destroyed by the hurricane in 1886… sometimes called Indianola.” James couldn’t take his eyes away from the peek of collarbone at the base of her neck. Her dark blond curls hung just behind the collar, without hindering the view of the soft neckline. Sarah nodded. “It’s a bit lonely when even the ghosts give up on a ghost town. I just had to find something else, we didn’t even get many tourists and curiosity seekers, so some of us just roamed Port Lavaca. That’s when I found Spellfire and I bought this land with money I saved.” 148

Spellfire Seasons, #2 James swallowed hard. “I didn’t even get your name, darlin’…” The word darlin’ hung in the air like the musical tickling of wind chimes. When he tried to speak his mouth felt as dry as a dust devil on a caliche road. “James,” he croaked. Sarah giggled, “Ok… James what?” “Captain James Dallingham, Texas Ranger… Ma’am!” “Easy. Please… call me Sarah?” she asked. She looked at him with eyes that sparkled like the Texas night sky. James felt the stir of the erection gaining force quickly and he felt flushed. “Yes, Ma’am… I apologize… I need to run…” and he forced himself to dematerialize. **** My lands, isn’t he a handsome one? She paced the floor for a moment thinking she might have been too forward for an old-fashioned fellow like James but surely, he knew she followed the old manners once she realized he was a man of her own Texas-settler times. Getting his name out of his mouth almost took a full team of dentists! Having him disappear into the breezes disappointed her. I certainly can’t be losing my touch! She rematerialized the modern clothes. As the sun rose higher, it would warm up, not that temperatures mattered to her, but she could feel an occasional breeze on her skin and she felt a little naked. She could materialize on a freezing cold day in a bikini and she wouldn’t feel the chill, but she felt exposed. “Miss Sarah, we’ve unloaded the boxes and we are going to get the last load,” one of the men said. “Good, if you need anything, I’ll be next door.” She stopped for a moment and then added, “Be careful with my spinning wheel! It’s older than all you fellas combined!” Sarah traveled in a normal fashion to the Market. Any regular tourists would see her as a normal modern human woman. Only another paranormal would see that her feet weren’t quite touching the ground. **** “Dash it all! My sit-down-upons haven’t bunched up this tight since I was a boy!” James fussed as he rematerialized in his office, staring out the side window beside his desk. “Excuse me, sir…I think you need a moment alone,” said his 149

Spellfire Seasons, #2 young clerk, as she quickly closed the office door behind her. James bunched up his fists and slammed them down on the top of his desk. He tried to figure out why, after all these years; he started reacting like a lovesick puppy. He startled when he heard the knock on the office door. “Captain, there’s a Miss Collins to see you?” “She followed me,” he muttered. He sat in his chair and pulled up toward the desk to conceal his erection. “I don’t think this is a good time, ma’am,” he heard the clerk tell Sarah on the other side of the door. James sat up in the chair quickly and scooted close to the desk. “Send her in!” The door opened and Sarah came through the door in modern attire. “James! You worried me! Are you alright, Darlin’?” That word hung in the air again. Darlin’. Texas women used that word liberally to describe any fellow they fancied beyond mere acquaintances. He heard the door close again. “I thought I said something wrong,” Sarah offered. “Well, we ain’t hardly had enough time to be saying much of nothin’… it weren’t you…” James hung his head, staring at the top of his desk. “Well, I think you’re kind of cute, too.” Dang it all, now she’s gone and done it! James curled his lips together so his full moustache touched his lower lip. “I’m sorry, this is not proper courtin’ the way we were used to when we were kids, but that was a long time ago…” “I have my habits,” James offered quietly. “I haven’t gotten this stirred up since Houston was President.” “I know… I took a shinin’ to you right off, too.” Sarah’s voice was like music. “The instant I realized you weren’t regular folk in costume, I had a case of heat rise up—I thought August swept in on us all over again. I was dressed all wrong, and worried something fierce about what you might think… but I know that for me—now— it’s right.” James dared to look up at her again. “Things have changed since we were young. Much as I don’t want to believe it.” “It’s not bad…some of it’s kinda nice!” Sarah said. “I don’t rightly get what you mean,” James said. “The way some things are done has improved,” Sarah pointed out. “As an example, ladies can be a little more vocal about their 150

Spellfire Seasons, #2 intentions. Would you care to join me for lunch in town?” James started stammering. The fullness in his britches started to subside because of the terror he felt. His ghostly heart thumped in his chest like the clang of a freight train. It’s alright, settle yerself down, he thought. “A lady can ask a fella to join her for a meal.” “Yes’m,” James said slowly. “I cain’t find fault with that.” “Sins has a nice selection for the lunch crowd, we can keep it simple…the boys are set at the store. I’d like to thank you for all the food you brought over.” “’Taint a problem at all, Ma’am. If I might suggest… Spirits?” James offered. “I’ve had a bit much of sins crossin’ my mind already and I don’t need help. Spirits is closer to us.” Sarah giggled. “I fully understand sir…” and before his eyes her clothes changed and became misty. James closed his eyes, turned his head and cleared his throat. “It’s alright, James,” Sarah said. “I’m not showing anything yet… I’ll make you work for that!” James opened his eyes cautiously and discovered Sarah in the lovely blue gown again. He took a deep breath and stood to escort her to town. **** Sarah surveyed James again when he stood to escort her out of the office. “You’re a right tall drink of water, there, aren’t ya?” “Yes’m. I always had trouble gettin’ clothes and boots.” James said. It looked to Sara like he might finally start to relax. He motioned to the door with his hand, prompting her through first. Big hands? Big feet? Oh, Stop it! “There are a lot of fine clothes coming out for big and tall men. I carry some in the store…you can come by anytime.” “Well, I do have my uniform I wear most of the time.” “Of course! But you do have free time?” Sarah said hopefully. “A bit…,” James pondered. “There’s a few ranchers that would have a hard time just on their own… I keep a night watch going. We keep the kids parties out, keep them from lighting fires, and kind of keep a watch over the town, too.” “Sounds adventurous, I know it’s not protecting settlements and fending off Apache raids…” “No Ma’am, but one wild fire could throw some of these ranchers into foreclosure,” James explained. “And Spellfire has a couple 151

Spellfire Seasons, #2 drunks that would never make it home without help.” “So what do you do when you find trespassers?” “Folks are still a little alarmed by ghosts.” James smiled. “If a floating head or strange noises in the bushes won’t get them, then I work up a bit of magic we had in San Jacinto.” Sarah gave him a surprised look. “San Jacinto? That battle was won by the gumption of the Republic Army. I didn’t think there were any sorcerers fighting.” “No Ma’am. Well, there might have been a witch or two and I didn’t know about it then, but several days of rain, well… ya know how mucky this area can get. The Mexican soldiers did everything they could to keep their camp and uniforms neat, but we didn’t get to wash for a few days and Houston seemed to like it that way. We stomped through the mud when we charged up on them, looking like wild men and screaming like lunatics. Remember Goliad! Remember the Alamo! They were horrified when we ambushed them that morning.” Sarah started laughing, “So you mean that you go get muddy all over again…?” “Yes’m, I wind branches of mesquite over my head and shoulders, some of these kids think the devil has broken loose in Texas.” James snickered. “Some of them call it ‘The Greenman’ and they are scared but they aren’t hurt.” “You’re the Greenman?” Sarah asked in disbelief. She knew the legends that some of the people feared, but some humans spoke of an old farmer who helped them until emergency crew arrived. “Well, not me alone.” James smiled. “I have some old friends that are doing the same thing, Texas is a large state.” Before she knew it, they stood at the front door of Spirits. The lovely restaurant was a proud new feature to the Spellfire landscape and she wanted to check out the cuisine because it was purported to have two of the best chefs in Texas. She always felt out of sorts coming to a fancier restaurant without company, or even a friend to share the experience. “Why have I never taken notice of you before?” she asked. “You probably thought I was a tourist,” James took a deep breath, “and had I passed you on the street in modern duds, I probably wouldn’t have paid much attention.” It was a short wait for seating in the restaurant. She looked up at James and had a hard time imagining this handsome fellow as the 152

Spellfire Seasons, #2 frightful guardian known as the Greenman. His angular facial features would stand out if covered with mud and branches and his size alone would be spooky even in only a spectral form. As the hostess seated them at a small table in the corner, she got a much better look at James from across the table. He wasn’t fidgeting but he still seemed to be wound a bit tight. He avoided her gaze by occupying himself with the lunch menu. She watched him, feeling the heat growing between her legs and thankful the full skirts concealed her desire. James finally looked up from the menu as if he wanted to give a recommendation for their meal but he just smiled instead. The ends of his moustache curled upward, his shoulders drooped and it looked like he forgot what he was going to say. That’s all I need to know, Sarah thought. His hazel eyes sparkled with different colors and the air around them felt heavy. James finally found his voice and said, “They have…a good house-special salad…and the Texas Club sandwich is the best.” “They don’t serve it with a bunch of fried potatoes?” “Naw, you can get them if you want them but as a side order. With all the folks getting on who-knows-what kind of diets, they offer those things on the side.” James explained. “I don’t have to diet, but I don’t want to go overboard.” Sarah explained. “Not that it matters…” Once the waitress brought tea and took the order for the Texas Club sandwiches, James and Sarah relaxed with conversation about their stores in Spellfire. “I just built up my part of Market Square over the years because I couldn’t think of much else to do with the money.” James admitted almost shamefully. “Isn’t it amazing how the prices have gone up over the years?” “Yes Ma’am” James snickered. “I remember two-dollar shotguns and material that cost ten cents a yard. I’ve been focusing on gardening and farming supplies but there are little shops in the market where some of the locals sell stuff they make.” “My spinning wheel cost me a whole dollar and a half and I had to save my egg money for months to get it. I thought it was horribly pricey back in the day but these days I could sell it for a thousand dollars or more because it’s still in full functioning condition…jes like brand new.” “I have a store room set up where I put things like my old shot gun and the saddle I don’t use any more. Not much need for a horse 153

Spellfire Seasons, #2 when I can get from here to Dallas in almost the blink of an eye. I thought about sending these things up to the museum out in Austin, but they aren’t going to believe where it came from or why it’s nearly in perfect condition.” “Go ahead. Sign it off with a note like a family member that received it in an inheritance. It would do some of these folks some good to see it in a museum if it’s not doing you any good in a storage area.” “I thought about it.” James sighed. “Lord knows these days, I just don’t need it.” “Modernize yourself.” Sarah suggested. “You don’t have to lose the parts of your life you hold dear, but you don’t have to hang on to the old stuff that’s just collecting dust.” “So, do you think I’m just collecting dust?” “My heavens, no!” Sarah could see the disappointment in his face. “I just meant that some things are worth hanging on to… like an old fiddle to wile away an evening. That never loses its charm. But a saddle from the days of the early Texas Rangers, the kids would get the chance to see it, and other things, and learn what it was like for us when we first came to this state.” James acknowledged her with a nod but didn’t elaborate because the food arrived. It was easy to see, as the waitress placed their plates in the table, that his thoughts were one hundred and fifty years away but gaining momentum into the present day. **** James saw Sarah’s eyes widen the large club sandwich in front of her and knew this was too large a meal for a lady. Ghosts had no real need for food but the social convention carried forward, like listening to fiddle music on a quiet evening. It was a tough habit to break, even in a ghostly body. “I have to ask,” Sarah wiped her mouth daintily with a napkin. “It didn’t sound to me like you died during the Battle of San Jacinto because you remembered Sam Houston as the President of the Republic of Texas. How did you die?” “I was murdered. A couple missions we ran after the Republic became established weren’t popular with some of the people. One of the fellas decided he didn’t like my politics and he was always stirring up trouble fer me. Before I knew it, he rode up to the house and shot me, in front of my wife and kids, too! They put him on trial, found him guilty of murder, but they hung him! I didn’t get any peace 154

Spellfire Seasons, #2 because he came looking for me again!” “My lands! What happened?” “I’d met a woman that put a spell on him. He’s wandering in Oklahoma now. He’s not lost, but he forgot about me.” The music of Sarah’s laughter banished any thoughts of his death ages ago. “So you like Spellfire better than Port Lavaca?” “Oh, heck yes!” Sarah sighed. “Only few people remained in Karlshaven after the storm because there was nothing left. The buildings turned into splinters. I didn’t have anyone to teach, and I kept getting more money building up from my spinning and sewing that I sold in Port Lavaca. I started learning other crafts and I met some people that make jewelry or clothes, and I just put it all together into my store now.” James grabbed the tray with the check as soon as the waitress came back to the table. It seemed they had passed the time quickly with conversation but the food was now gone. He laid two bills on the tray to cover the meal and tip. “Would you be terribly busy, or would you like to join me for a walk along the river?” “That would be lovely sir!” Sarah removed a small fan from her pouch. “The finishing touches in the store, I can do later.” James extended his elbow to her to walk her through the back porch of Spirits and to the park below. “I’ll tell you, I do miss the old ways. We just have to find a way to keep the good parts,” Sarah giggled and patted his arm, “and let go of the parts that aren’t helping us anymore.” A low growl echoed across the patio as James escorted Sarah out, “You certainly ain’t helped me over the years!” James’s blood ran cold. Only one voice over the years ever spoke to him in such a hateful tone; John Dowling, the man convicted of his murder. “Yep, it’s me!” James didn’t need to see the man to know. The memories, if the sorcerer’s warning flashed from over a century before… never speak of the spell or it would be undone. James didn’t have time to regret his words; explaining the old problem to Sarah brought back the sinister nemesis. **** Sarah watched James freeze in his tracks when the man spoke to him on the porch of the restaurant. She had just enough time to dematerialize when the strange man stood to his full height and 155

Spellfire Seasons, #2 walked toward James with a look of pure hate in his eyes. She rematerialized inside the restaurant, and begged a waitress to call the police. Luckily, the hotel’s crowd didn’t think anything about this situation was odd until Sarah described circumstances of the pending fight. Slowly approaching the back door, she saw the two men face each other with their shoulders square. She couldn’t hear either man speak but the temper’s flared. James’ hand flexed by his side in the way a man used to stretch his hand before needing to draw a gun. James didn’t wear a holster or gun, but she saw him draw up his fingers into a tight fist. The stranger became the first to throw a punch but James let the swinging fist pass through his body. The fury rose but with each new punch thrown, James just stepped aside or let the swing pass through his ghostly form. Stay out of it, old girl, Sarah told herself. The strange man began screaming at James but they continued the dance around the patio, James dodging each swing, and letting the fury inside the man grow. “Ma’am,” She heard the voice of a man next to her and looked up to see a uniformed officer. “Are they the problem you called about?” Sarah panicked when she realized both men could be arrested. “Please, James is innocent!” She stammered to explain how the man approached after they were leaving for lunch and James kept dodging the aggressor. “I’m sure, Ma’am. James has helped us out a lot in Spellfire. I just wonder what in the fire has gotten into that man.” Sarah felt bold enough to walk out on the porch behind the police officer. “I cain’t get no peace from you, Dallingham!” the man yelled. “I was made to wander Oklahoma, and I couldn’t remember why I was there, I just had to make a life!” He took another swing at James that missed. “So what did you do?” James asked “I started working leather, like I did in the Hillcountry.” “You’ve got a little shop now?” James dodged another punch. “Yeah, Marlene keeps the shop.” “Do you fancy the little lady?” The police officer chuckled. “This ain’t funny, mister!” In a flash, Dowling disappeared and 156

Spellfire Seasons, #2 reappeared behind Sarah. “I’m telling you, he ain’t right!” The constriction around her shoulders didn’t mean much until Sarah realized she couldn’t move or blink away from this man. His grip was tight. She gave a backwards stomp with her boot but couldn’t reach the feet of the man holding her. **** James’ shock over seeing Dowling grab Sarah was replaced by fury. The man had shot him in front of his first wife and kids, and he underestimated the man, again. Sarah struggled against him. The officer interrupted, “Mister, let the lady go, she hasn’t done anything. You’re just making this complicated for yourself.” The man looked to Sarah, then to the officer. The ominous rattling of handcuffs broke the silence. Dowling pushed Sarah toward James, and he instinctively pulled her into his arms. The sound of handcuffs tightening around his wrists set Dowling off again. “Hey, you can’t do that!” “I’m sorry, I can, and I did. This is Spellfire and we hold all the people accountable for their actions.” “But…I’m a…” “Ghost? Yes, Sir…and these handcuffs use a spell. You are under arrest! You have the right to remain silent…and I sure hope you have the capability. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law, created by the residents of Spellfire and adjudicated by other people like yourself. You have a right to an attorney…” James held Sarah tight, noticing that she didn’t move away from him. Instead, she rested her head on his shoulder and returned the hug. “Capt. Dallingham, you’ll be pressing charges?” the officer asked. “Yes, sir. Two counts of Assault.” James finished. “And that’s just cuz I want to make sure he gets a chit-chat with that sorcerer in the prison to see he gets his head screwed on straight.” “I can take care of that,” the officer finished. “Let him cool off.” James never let go of Sarah. “When can you come down?” the officer asked. “This afternoon.” The officer left with the man in handcuffs. James escorted Sarah down the steps and toward the river. She finally looked up and asked, “Why did he show up?” During the entire fiasco, James realized that the only time she appeared upset was when she couldn’t escape Dowling’s grasp. James 157

Spellfire Seasons, #2 knew an explanation was in order and since there was nothing left to hide, he decided to give all the details. “That’s the man that shot me all those years ago. I told you how I had a spell put on him so he forgot about me? Well, I oughtn’t to have said that. The sorcerer told me never to speak of the spell or it would be undone. I clean forgot.” “You didn’t expect it after all these years.” James hung his head. “Yer right, but I was more worried about bein’ honest with you. I ain’t ever told even Jack about that spell.” “Jack?” “The appliance and computer fellow in town. He’s a buddy of mine. We work together in the new Spellfire Guardians Squadron.” James just shook his head. The two men did discuss Dowling but never the final disposition, because there were always interesting missions and war stories to discuss. “It doesn’t matter anymore. I think he was more upset because all his memories came back after a hundred and fifty years. I think I’d have been a bit upset, too. I’m just awful upset that he thought to hurt you.” “So what made it so all-fired important to tell me about it?” Sarah asked. Her eyes sparkled and the fear of Dowling was gone. James snickered. “I just don’t know. It scares the daylights out of me to think about it. I thought I had to be honest with ya. I just didn’t think much about a lady in my life after my wife moved on.” “So you made your life all alone?” she asked. “My life right now is long hours in the store, missions into war zones, and traipsing around Texas. I’m hardly at home. I have my little bunk room at the market, but I didn’t need much.” “You don’t have a place you can relax?” she asked “I have the open spaces in Texas.” Sarah nestled closer to him, and he could smell the sweet rose scents in her perfume. When he looked into her eyes all the lights in Houston couldn’t compare to the sparkle. Sarah felt closer still. He couldn’t figure out if he’d moved closer to her, or she to him, but it didn’t matter. Her sweet lips brushed his. The tickle of his own moustache spread like wild fire and the tingle affected every part of his body to the soles of his feet. He hugged her, savoring the way she wrapped her arms around his ribs and she fit against him, soft and snug. After so many years, he’d almost forgotten the joys of giving tender comforts, or receiving them. She stood with her feet on either side of his and her dress wrapped around his legs. His cock started to 158

Spellfire Seasons, #2 stir again with the gentle pressure of her body along his. “Miss Sarah, I think I…I think…” “Don’t think. Please?” “May I meet you at the store tonight? Around six, we can go to dinner, and then check out a few of the sights around Spellfire?” “That sounds lovely.” **** Sarah tried hard to keep the disappointment in check when James walked down the street to the Police Station. She had to remind herself, You have things to do, young lady, so does he. She talked herself back into finishing out a last few boxes and arrangements of displays and decorations during the afternoon. Random thoughts filled her mind. In the old days, you’d have never touched him until he fully declared his intentions to court. As she hung Christmas ornaments, she thought, I can’t see him stringing popcorn with an old-fashioned needle and thread. The thought of James in a domestic situation made her giggle. He admitted to long hours at the market, patrols in town, working with the fellows in the new Guardians Squadron, and ranging around Texas to help the farmers and ranchers. He probably wouldn’t be home much anyway. Try as she might, she couldn’t talk herself out of the interest in the tall Texas Ranger. Our stores are close together, and my cabin is just apiece down the road. He could do his checks in town and be back home in two shakes. Sarah knew where her thoughts had turned. She was thinking of him coming to her cabin and referring to it as home. Her restless mind was making big dreams out of a few sweet wishes based on one lovely lunch. After all these years, she knew the proper means to building the dreams took a little more time. Chastising herself as she might, she couldn’t shake the new little dreams out of her head because of the holidays. With all the excitement, I wonder how he ever enjoys the season? **** When James arrived at the station, Dowling said he wanted to take another swing at him just for the smirk on his face. James signed off on the complaints after an extensive talk with the officer. The attorney in the prosecutors office said he could arrange plea bargain to guarantee he only got probation, and saw the 159

Spellfire Seasons, #2 sorcerer once a week for help. James didn’t want to push, and was happy to let Dowling accept the plea bargain. After signing the papers, James walked down the cellblock corridor. “I don’t hold it against you,” was his only explanation to Dowling. He walked back toward the entrance whistling. “What the Hell has gotten into you?” Dowling demanded from the door of his cell. James just tipped his hat with a smile. “Merry Christmas to you and your lady.” He left the station knowing Dowling could be home in time to celebrate the holidays. During the walk home, he couldn’t get Sarah off his mind, the feel of her mouth and the way she held his ribs tight was a sweet memory, even after the fiasco with Dowling. The Market took care of itself due to the expertise of a few good personnel. He walked back into the market and wondered if anyone had actually noticed he’d been gone for over four hours. They saw ya wandering off with a pretty filly. Each section in the market had grown over the years to the degree that James wasn’t managing customer orders, unless he wanted to. He frequently walked the floor to help customers or carry an order to the car because it was his favorite aspect of the work. Teenagers could stock the shelves. Craftsmen tended their own stands. Farmers had tables where they tended produce, and James loved to point customers around the store, depending on their needs. The market managed to stay open year round. Sarah is a storekeeper, too. Maybe she understands how it is over Thanksgiving and Christmas. He smiled to think that some customers would come in seeking his advice, and his alone. The veterinarian always wanted just the right feeds for any animal in her care. Another vendor specialized in traps and snares guaranteed to catch the pesky critters, but magically enhanced to warn away gnomes, fae and smaller magical beings. A farmer nearby grew some of the largest tomatoes James had ever set eyes on, and the farmer insisted on getting fertilizer and garden tools from James. I bet Sarah would like a nice sandwich made with some thin slices of one of those tomatoes, with a bit of lettuce and maybe some sliced turkey from the deli. The abundance of late harvest produce would continue until the beginning of the year, but after the frosts, the stands would quickly 160

Spellfire Seasons, #2 begin to fill again. James still hadn’t decided on what he’d like to do with his slow time this year. James’s thoughts kept wandering during the survey of the market. Maybe Sarah would like to take a little time and visit some of the far away places he’d enjoyed in his many travels. I wonder if she’s ever been to Korea? “Captain Dallingham? Sir?” “Yep?” James turned and found his office receptionist waiting. “Are you thinking about hanging decorations in the rafters, sir?” the young clerk asked. “I thought about garland one year, but I wouldn’t want to have it fall and mess up the ceilin’ fans. Why’d ya ask?” “Oh, nothing, sir. It was just the way you’re looking around, I thought you might make us get up on the ladders.” James stammered because he knew he’d been caught with his head in the clouds and he just shook his head. “I put the new shipment lists on your desk. They are already entered in the computer.” “Well, you know what you can do with that infernal bit of machinery…don’t ya?” James smirked. “Yes, sir. That is why I take care of things like email and the books… and the prints are on your desk. You have new mail from Jack about dinner tomorrow night, bringing the lady friend that he saw you in town with, to meet him and Rosie?” “Thanks.” James spun on his heel and walked to the office. James became terrified of a new problem. Jack, and several other Spellfire residents had seen him in town with Sarah. Like any small town in Texas, the people would talk. **** Sarah tried to remain casual but she kept wandering over to the window as six o’clock drew near. He’s probably punctual. I’m the one that’s an early bird! At quarter to six, she saw James leave the front door of the market and give instructions to a young woman. He’d dressed neatly in a crisp, white shirt, leather strap tie, and simple pants. She was intrigued to see him carry his hat in his hands. With a bit of a panic, she didn’t know which one of her many outfits would be most appropriate to wear. Opting for a dressy long gown wouldn’t do. A long skirt in a modern cut… and a nice sweater over a ruffled blouse. 161

Spellfire Seasons, #2 It only took a few seconds to manifest the clothes and she knew it was the perfect choice, as a modernized version of her regular clothes. She opened the door to her store, knowing she couldn’t make him knock and wait for her to answer. James stammered before he finally said, “Hello.” “Hi, darlin’. You got everything square with the police?” “Yes, Dowling isn’t happy but they are going to offer him a plea that would be probation instead of jail time, and he can go home for Christmas they said.” His concern touched Sarah, even for the man that shot him so many years before. “What shall we do for dinner?” “I have to admit, I’m clean out of ideas…I ain’t thought about food, ‘cept for some fresh sandwiches, since lunch.” “Oh…Nice thick sliced homemade bread… toasted up with a little mustard, and some turkey, tomato, lettuce, and bacon.” “That sounds perfect.” James answered. That’s spooky. “Good, come with me! I know this fabulous market that has a deli—real close by—but we have to get there before it closes at seven.” She led him right back into his own market. **** James was flustered to have the staff of the market watching him and Sarah in the produce area and deli. Don’t make a fuss. It took every ounce of restraint to make it seem everything was in perfect order. He followed Sarah to her cabin, but discovered a modernized one bedroom house. The style of the house brought back memories of the cabins from settler days. The meal passed with discussion of the stores, and preferences for turkey sandwiches with sliced tomato. She asked him about the places he’d seen in the world so he described a few of the unusual favorites, like Korea, South America and Egypt. Sarah, to his delight, became fascinated with his descriptions of South Korea. “I have to admit, I have never thought to leave the United States. I’ve heard about all the other places, but it never suited me to travel.” “We can go anywhere you like,” James offered. Sarah smiled and her eyes twinkled, for a moment it looked like a hint of a ghostly blush. “Let me get this tray to the kitchen,” James offered. He stood and reached for the tray, but Sarah put her hand on his to stop him. 162

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “Leave it sit.” Sarah stood to face him. “There was something this afternoon… I wish we didn’t have to stop, but I know we’re both busy with the different stores.” “This evening is looking right calm.” James swallowed hard. Sarah edged closer and wrapped her arms around his ribs again. She could squeeze the stuffing out of him and he’d come back for more. Just as sure as the sun rises. “Just don’t stop.” She leaned up to him and he was aware this time of the movement closer to her. Their lips brushed, and then their mouths locked together. Again, the fire spread through his body and awakened his cock on the way through. She pressed against him but she fit against him snugly. He explored her soft full lips with his own. Her tongue brushed his and the silky feel of her mouth spread its warmth. He drew his hands up along her sweater and then back down to the silky feel of her skin. Sarah moaned and kissed his neck tracing the line of his chin to the area near his ear, back around to his mouth. The stirrings this morning couldn’t compare to his straining erection now. He was long past the age of thinking the reaction was embarrassing, but it had been years since he felt an inclination to loose himself in the physical sensations. His hands roamed up her back and the way her body pressed against his, she had to know his desire escalated. Sarah shuddered in his arms a tiny moan escaped her lips when his hand moved along the bare curvatures of her lower back, down to her hips. James froze. **** “Please, don’t stop, James.” Sarah begged. “But…,” he stammered. “It wouldn’t happen like this if we both didn’t want it.” She leaned closer to his ear, “Your hands are spreading a fire through me that I thought was gone years ago.” “Is it proper for…?” “It’s proper for me. I want it. I have a bedroom.” He only seemed to think about it in the space of a heartbeat. He nodded and she pulled him to her bedroom, and onto the edge of the bed. She sat in his lap, her bare legs straddling his. James rewarded her with a deep kiss and hands that roamed down 163

Spellfire Seasons, #2 over her butt. She reached down and pulled open his shirt and the buttons of his pants. His cock jutted out from his body and she leaned closer to him as the last bits of clothing disappeared against each other’s touch. With her arms around his shoulders, she pulled herself up and clung to him with her legs and arms. James’ mouth began to explore the tender skin of her neck, down to the fullness of her breasts. His tongue flicked a nipple, teasing before he sucked on the tender skin. The pleasure of his mouth heated her whole body. Propriety be damned. All of his sweet old-fashioned notions melted in the heat, and Sarah was thankful he decided to take a chance. When another shudder escaped her, James turned and laid her gently against the comforter. Simply pressing his hips forward was enough for him to press the head of his penis at her opening. She tightened her legs and he pressed deeper until she couldn’t help the moan that escaped as he penetrated her. Sarah loved the tingling sensations where they joined. James rocked back and pressed forward again, letting his lips graze her cheek. When he reached the limit of her body, he moved with a steady rhythm sending ripples through her belly. Sarah reached under his arms and around his ribs again only to hear him groan. His rhythm became faster. “Oh, my word,” he said. “Good, don’t stop.” She rocked her hips up to meet his and could feel his body tremble. “Good, come on.” James stiffened, but his hips rocked forward, pushing the head of his cock against the opening of her womb when he erupted. Sarah nuzzled against his cheek when she heard him groan. He stopped trembling but slowly he pushed his hips forward again, and she discovered he’d lost none of his desire because his cock reached deep inside, as it had before. “I’m all right.” “I would say so.” James soon began thrusting again and her desire rose. Her tight nipples brushed his skin, but now he watched her as each shudder and sigh escaped. The fire built up again and radiated outward. She clung to James with her arms and legs but each wave of passion caused her to grip a little tighter in the hope she could extend the sweet bond. James moved faster, pausing only when her body contracted 164

Spellfire Seasons, #2 against his. Each thrust brought her closer until the orgasm began in her belly and moved outward. She clung to his shoulders and let herself bounce with each thrust. The prickly heat radiated. She groaned loudly and her entire body stiffened. James let out a deep groan when he pressed forward and gasped again, “Oh, my word!” Sarah tried but it was hard to focus after she calmed down. She couldn’t move well but wanted only to curl up in his arms. James pulled her into place on the bed. The bedcovers came over them both and she felt his touch along her back. “Don’t go,” she pleaded. “I won’t.” **** Sarah was cheerful when James brought his friend, the aviator named Jack, and his wife, Rosie, to the store the next morning. Rosie was a stunning woman in a form fitting dress from the late nineteen thirty’s, but she fit in with Sarah’s costume from the eighteen eighties. Jack wore his aviator jacket. “James! It’s great to see you again!” Sarah came floating across the floor as if she was dancing and her eyes sparkled like sparks from a bon fire. James smiled and Jack gave him an immediate smack on the back. “You sly dog!” “Oh, hush!” Rosie reprimanded Jack. “Let’s get you to try on the modern clothes!” Sarah prompted. James stammered and stuttered, “Oh… no… we don’t… no… I can’t… really…” “Sure you can, James! Now that I have my body back the way I think it should be, I love wearing some of the new outfits.” Rosie gave a wiggle of her hips and shrugged her shoulder upward to demonstrate the physique she prized from her younger days. Quickly, her clothes shifted and she wore a short crop top in lace with a pair of jeans that barely covered her hipbones. Jack just grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. Sarah came forward holding three pair of jeans. She drifted through the air like a feather with a smile and a twinkle in her eye. “I can’t wear these… the new jeans are always too tight. I tried them before, and it bunches up my…err…” “Yer junk.” Sarah finished flatly. 165

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “My what?” James asked, shocked. Jack leaned over with a mischievous grin, “Pecker…one eyed wonder worm…the snake in the grass…you know…yer junk.” James got a wild look on his face, “Not in front of the women folk! You scoundrel! I ought to scuff you but good, right here!” Sarah and Rosie fell into fits of giggles. Jack answered his threats with a teasing fist in the air. Sarah calmed down and smiled. “These are relaxed fit jeans. I figured you would like them better because of the way your cotton duds fit. I think I’ve got your size, right.” Sarah winked at James as if Jack and Rosie were not in the room. James tipped his hat again and tried hard to think of her as any other merchant in Spellfire. “Thank you, ma’am.” “Now, fully materialize to try these on, that way you make sure to get the best fit when you wear them normally. Then when you wear them and dematerialize, they will still fit right.” Sarah put the bundle of pants into his hands, but James’ enchantment with her only came back stronger and he stared at her, stunned. Her hands were silky soft as she brushed his arm and his penis reacted, stiffening immediately. Jack cleared his throat and brought James back into reality. “Oh, yeah, I’ll just…try these on.” James turned and floated back into the dressing room, making sure the curtain stayed closed. The bundle of fabric in his hands became immaterial with him. “Dag nabbit!” and he focused himself back into material form. With the corporeal body, James noticed his erection pressing against his pants tightly, so he unbuttoned his old familiar uniform pants. After kicking off his boots, he removed the pants and hung them on the hook. He lifted the first pair of jeans and noticed the zipper where he had buttons on his regular clothes. James remembered the ghostly lovemaking last night and the way Sarah felt soft against his skin and tight against his rod. She nearly squeezed the stuffing out of him the way she pitched and bucked with her legs around his hips. As James pulled on the new pair of jeans, he noticed that the fabric was roomy. Unfortunately, it wasn’t roomy enough to encompass the full erection that rose to the sweet memory of Sarah’s touch. “Drat!” Jacks voice came from outside the dressing room, “What’s wrong?” “Is it clear out there?” James asked with a warning tone. 166

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “Yep… the girls are looking at jewelry.” “Man…I ain’t never…I can’t zip these things up…” “I can have Sarah get you another size…?” Jack said. “No…No…that’s not it…I got…a problem.” Jack snickered. “Oh, sure hotshot flyboy…I’m glad you find it so funny! I got wood stickin’ out in front of me like a knobby branch off a mesquite tree!” James growled at Jack between gritted teeth. “Alright. I’ll come in and give you a hand…” Jack offered. “You varmint! Don’t you even think about it!” James scurried against the back wall of the dressing room, facing away from the curtain. “You step one foot in here and the only thing that’s gonna be found of Jack Taylor is a wisp of cigarette smoke!” “Nope. I quit…” Jack answered. “Remember?” “Oh, yea…I’ll roast those little turkeys on your jacket!” Jack started laughing at the insults. “Eagle! Full bird Colonel.” “Well if you step in…uh…here. Yea…well, that took care of my…uh…not so little problem,” James snorted. “I figured it would,” Jack answered and laughed. James zipped the pants. In spite of the fact that his penis still hung thickly, he felt comfortable in the pants and fuller cut of the fabric even disguised what remained of the swelling. Rosie and Sarah giggled from across the showroom. “Uh, oh. That means trouble,” Jack said. James threw back the curtain, “Where? What’s wrong?” “Sarah is showing Rosie some of the women’s clothes, we are going to be in here for forever—you realize that?” “Shit fire! I thought it was an emergency! I thought you seen varmints comin’ or something dire was a goin’ on!” Jack grinned and said. “I had to get you out of there somehow. You take longer to change clothes than Rosie does.” Rosie answered from across the room, “I heard that.” Sarah gasped, “Oh, James—those look great!” Rosie chimed in, “Oh, the length is perfect, too! He won’t have to tuck the short britches into his boots.” “Well, confounded…I’m running around in my stockin’ feet and…” James stammered. “We’re indoors James, bare feet are fine,” Sarah reminded. “Besides, I have boots. I would love for you to take a look at these because I think they would suit you.” 167

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “I don’t like all them fancy snakeskin and embroidered stuff that the city slickers wear. All I want is my uniform boots that keep a rattlesnake from getting a fang into me.” “Oh, sure! Right! What’s he going to do…kill you?” Jack asked with a snort. “You are just a funny boy today, aren’t you?” James asked in frustration. “In case you ain’t seen it, there are seven thousand species of snakes; seven thousand and four live in Texas.” “Yer math is off, hot shot!” Jack retorted. “No, it’s not! Trust me on this,” James said flatly. He turned back to Sarah, but rather than seeing her sparkling eyes, she held high a perfect pair of black boots. The simple black leather looked heavy with a simple functional design embroidered on the toe where the leather would wrinkle during wear, and the stitching remained simple over the seams. Perfect. This lady is spooky. “I told ya he’d like them,” Sarah said to Rosie. “You read my mind, didn’t you?” James asked. “No,” Sarah said with a wink and a smile. “I know the type.” “Well, however you know it, I appreciate it.” James grabbed the boots and moved to the bench. He pulled out the paper stuffing inside the boot and then ritualistically turned each boot upside down. As he pulled on the boots, he noticed the feel of the supple leather inside. He stomped his feet, then materialized and dematerialized several times just to make sure everything still felt right. “Sum Bitch… jess about perfect!” Jack leaned against the corner of the dressing room with his hands in his pockets and a devilish glint in his eye. “Not one word out of you!” James warned. Jack held up his hands with a wide eyed, but silent, answer. He looked up at Sarah to give a demonstration of his pleasure in these choices of clothes, but she held several hangars of shirts. Sarah smiled at him and all he could think to say was, “Thanks.” “Come on, Rosie,” Sarah pulled the woman’s elbow toward a large rack of embroidered blouses. “Drat, one of these things has fringe on it.” James said as he spread the shirts out over the hooks. I can’t believe I’m doing this. “You don’t have to try them all, try the next one.” Jack said. “Hey, this one is pretty spiffy…” “Does it look like your uniform?” Jack sounded annoyed. “Naw, this one is black, a real nice trim on the collar, too.” James 168

Spellfire Seasons, #2 surveyed the shirt. “Flat hem on the bottom.” “Wear it untucked,” Jack said. “That looks sloppy.” “Naw, it can look sharp with the right shirt.” James looked in the mirror with the shirt on. It was a nice clean cut shirt and looked fine untucked. He fidgeted with his pockets and noticed it still looked sharp. “Alright, I like it.” “So, when are you and Sarah gettin married?” The word struck James like a ton of bricks. Married? But it brought back thoughts of waking up in the morning snuggled against Sarah like he was today. She felt right. “You know… hitched?” “Yeah…I know what you’re talkin’ about.” James said in a low tone. “Careful, the girls might hear ya!” “You’ve thought about it.” “Jack, it’s been only 24 hours since we started.” “You aren’t denying it.” “Yeah, but, I’ve got a hundred and fifty years of bad habits to change and I can’t do that over night!” “You’ve just got to be willing to change it…” Jack said. “If I can quit smoking… you can change anything.” James didn’t answer. “Still ain’t denied it,” Jack teased. “I like the black, hang on to this.” James opened the curtain, passed the shirt on the hangar back out to Jack and only raised a threatening finger in answer to the other question. As James closed the curtain he offered a silent prayer to the stars above. Yes, I thought about it. It’s been a long darn time but I’ve finally thought about it again. I’ve thought about our stores being so close together. I’ve thought about my old lonely bunk in my store. I’ve thought about the way her skin felt so soft when I woke up with her this morning. “You still aren’t denying it…” James lifted the next light brown shirt without answering Jack. He held it up against the others and noticed that it was entirely too small. Since he still had jeans and boots on, he opened the curtain and stepped out. “Sarah? This one is a might bit puny… It must be the runt of the litter.” “No, it’s not, it stretches.” Sarah said. She came forward like she was waltzing on air and pulled on the fine knit fabric at the side 169

Spellfire Seasons, #2 seams. “Try it!” James didn’t care that the curtain stayed open. He lifted the shirt off the hangar and pulled it over his head but the girls giggled. He looked in the mirror. It stretched and hugged every muscle in his chest and stomach. It didn’t leave anything to the imagination. Sarah gasped when he turned around. She rushed up and began to tuck the shirt into his pants. “And I’ll add a black belt to match your boots…that looks sharp!” Feeling self-conscious, James crossed his arms in front of his chest. He thought of hugging her tight—right here—but restrained himself because of Jack and Rosie. “Hands down!” Sarah fussed, but it still sounded sweet. He stuck his hands in the pockets of the jeans. Still self-conscious of the clingy material, he tried to object, “You can count all the hairs on my chest!” “There aren’t even a dozen, what are you worried about?” “Well… I just,” he stammered. “James, you died when you were forty two years old, murdered as I recall. You retained the body you had when you were in your twenties. You look great…don’t be afraid of it.” The urge to reach out and hug her overwhelmed him, and he wasn’t afraid of Jack and Rosie this time. He knew it was no use to hide from Jack when Sarah felt safe. He whispered in her ear, “I’ll give you a proper courting, dear lady. I promise you that!” Sarah said aloud, “Isn’t that sweet!” “I have to work, long hours some days, but I’d like to have you with me. I know it won’t always be easy.” “James?” Rosie’s voice chimed in quietly. “Our 70th wedding anniversary would have been in June this year, but we’d love to make it a big celebration this summer and make it a double.” Sarah spoke softly as she explained, “We’d have lots of time to work things out before then. Merry Christmas.” James swallowed hard but answered, “I think that cuts right to the heart of it…I just need to do something proper.” James shifted down onto one knee. “Sarah Collins, will you marry me?” Sarah started to cry when she answered, “Yes.” The End 170

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Alex’s Gift by Mae Powers Alex glanced at the books around Trinkets. There wasn’t much he could get a paranormal wife who could conjure up just about anything she wanted. What did one get for a sorceress who lacked for nothing? She didn’t even give him any hints as to what she wanted. Just a little over a week to their anniversary party also, and he still had no idea what to get her for that or Christmas. He sighed, waving hi to some of the regulars in town, before using his flashing magic to leave the store. He reappeared back in their apartment above Sinful Sundaes to go over and sit on the plush sofa in the living room. He loved the huge apartment and workshop and kitchens above the ice cream parlor that had been in his wife’s family for a long time. A very long time. He’d known Electra didn’t age much. She told him she was in her second reincarnation right now, but had lived for nearly two thousand years before that, being one of the founders of Spellfire. He, himself was over two hundred years old. His parents had him late in their lives at nearly five hundred years old, each. His father came out of hibernation long enough to approve of his new daughter-in-law, fuss at Alex’s mother and love her a bit then head back out to his lair in Houston. His father use to travel, but slept a lot these days, coming out occasionally to travel and visit with his family. Alex wondered if he often got his recluse feelings from his father, since his mother was always so outgoing. His mother had no idea what to get Electra either, nor did her friends or family. She had a good size family with many cousins and four brothers. Still no one knew what to get her for Christmas. She didn’t lack for material or emotional needs. 172

Spellfire Seasons, #2 He sighed again. Right now, he felt blue. He truly wanted to get her something unique for Christmas. She said she was curtailing her magical ministrations and not doing much for herself that way, so he could surprise her. She liked surprises. She like simple, but exotic and beautiful things. With a wave of his finger, Alex made the para-boob tube come on. They had a regular set and this wall one that showed the holiday commercials, a lot of them live, from various paranormal places around the world. Like regular TV, it came with commercials too, since even parafolk often mimicked the world and needed to make a living too. Spellfire had its share of restaurant and eateries. Even paranormal folk loved to eat out, like most normal Texans. Garnets did well, just as Sins did, financially. Derek and Harpy ran it for Electra a lot of the time, when she was out elsewhere making potions and helping Alex with their other business endeavors. Or she wasn’t out helping someone in town with some problem or another. He didn’t complain to her about that. They had a wonderful first year, but he knew people always needed her help in one way or another and it was in her nature to help others. Of course, some people could be too pushy. Electra didn’t lose her temper much, but when she did, Spellfire got quiet. And Alex had the best hot sex around. He chuckled. He never seemed to get enough of her. Every day was exciting and new with her. He loved her and the eccentric family she came from. Just a day ago, the whole family of Spellfires got together at Adam Spellfire’s hotel to have a family holiday get-together. He’d become fast, close friends with the men and women in the family. Why he’d be an uncle soon, since Moonshyne and Malaci were expecting anytime now; if not any second, the way she kept having to go to the Faery Foundation Hospital emergency room every time she threw up. Poor Malaci. He and Electra would think about children another time, right now they both wanted more time together since their businesses kept them pretty busy. He like the times alone they spent here in the apartment or any of their other little lovemaking hideouts and homes. Currently, they shared a two-bedroom den with Harpy and Derek Spellfire, his sister and brother-in-law; though a part time abode for them on the days Electra worked above the shop or was needed in Sins. The couples each had their own rooms there, but most the time 173

Spellfire Seasons, #2 he and Electra spent time in their condo near Garnets, the restaurant they opened up close to last Valentine’s Day. They had love, powers, friends homes, wealth of all kinds. He wondered if she was having the same kind of problem getting him a gift too. He didn’t want for anything either. He had it all, and life was never boring around Electra. Each day her wondrous love gave him new meanings to live for and more. He realized that the TV images were going by at a fast rate, and looked down at his fingers. As he was woolgathering, he realized his finger flipped up and down rapidly. Men and their remotes. He flipped the para-tube off, still at a loss as to what to get her. He absently flipped again and this time he caught a sight he didn’t expect. There stood Electra in a dressing room, having herself fitted for an evening gown. He could even hear her thoughts. It was as if she projected the image to him. He hoped it wasn’t over international para-channels. Five thousand channels and only his wife twisting and twirling in front of a mirror caught his attention. “I love you, Alex. I hope you’ll like this on me. I know garnets are your favorite jewel and black your favorite color...” He sat bolt upright as he realized that he tuned it to her thoughts and where she was right now. He’d forgotten that she told him this particular old set did what other new para-boxes didn’t. It showed one’s favorite person and thoughts, as long as their emotions were in tune with each other and their soul reached out in need for the other person. So she thought about him now! Hell, Electra was never an open book like this, though they did often speak mentally together. He chuckled and set back to watch the show of her twisting her lush body first one way and then the other, as if putting a private dance on for him. Life just didn’t get better than this! he thought. **** Electra glanced at herself in the mirror, twisting first one way and then the other. She noted her turned-down lips and sighed. Everything was perfect right now, including her love for Alex. So why was she so nervous lately? They’d been married nearly a year now, and sure, there were things they had to discuss, since both kept putting them off, but it was something about Christmas Eve that made her nervous. Well, maybe frustrated, since she couldn’t find the right gift for Alex. 174

Spellfire Seasons, #2 What did one get for the perfect man, who made you feel perfectly. Every since she first met him and he bit her just…well right down there, life couldn’t have been better. But it did get better with Alex, each and every day. She blushed at the remembrance and sighed again. Tonight he said he wanted to surprise her with something. To say that she was overly nervous was putting it mild. She wanted tonight to be perfect. What would he surprise her with? Even her powers were nervous. She loved surprises, well from Alex anyway. He always bought her some exotic thing or device she’d never seen before. She’d absently told him there wasn’t much she hadn’t seen in life. So maybe she just felt down about that. Maybe she made it hard on him to find a gift. Or they’d made it hard on each other to do so. He too knew a lot of life’s experiences and saw much over the years. Still, she’d out-surprised him during their monthly habit of exchanging gifts at least once on a Sunday, since he proposed to her. He’d done a lot for her this year. Why he’d even relocated a whole swarm of workers and his internet company to Spellfire. He couldn’t have made her happier. When she’d decided to meet him halfway and consider moving to Houston, he said no. She had been thrilled. Travel experienced as she was, there was no other place she’d rather have lived than in Spellfire, TX. Even his mother moved herself down here. Thankfully, Tris Havoc put the woman up at Havoc House. She dearly liked the woman, a lot, but Electra didn’t think that she could take the butinsky part of Elenor. And again, Alex had come through. He told his mother to butt out of their affairs, well their intimate ones anyway. And dear mother had actually been relieved, it seemed. Electra and she came to an understanding, and were fast becoming friends. Well, except where their anniversary party being planned. But that was another story and still just over a month away. She could deal with others and well-wishers making plans for her and Alex’s anniversary time, later. She nibbled on her bottom lip, bringing her attention back on the gown she tried on. Electra sashayed her large and lovely body first one way and then the other. The gown flowed with every sinuous movement she made. She wished Alex were here now to see her as she saw herself. Her empire-waisted, long black evening gown trickled to the floor. Exquisite miniature garnets adorned the low-cut neckline. 175

Spellfire Seasons, #2 Alex’s favorite jewels were Garnets. She’d purchased it at the new lingerie and nightly attire boutique that opened up months ago. And Electra had been delighted when the wonderful woman customdesigned this gown for her. It cost her a pretty penny, but well worth it. She twirled again. This time her lips crept upwards as she thought about how she’d like Alex to slowly peel the gown from her body and deliciously make his way down her torso, and then come back up with long teasing kisses and nibbles from those sexy, sensitive giving fangs of his. She shivered in anticipation. And then he’d make her go crazy with that sexual soul shattering fanging of his. The first time he’d done that, it was like a huge tidal wave of sexual, sensual bliss hit her with an onslaught of earth quaking and universal moving ecstasy. And he was no one’s but her Vamperian. Thankfully. “Alex,” she murmured softly to herself, “I couldn’t want for a better Christmas present than to have you take me to the stars and dance amongst them with that wondrous body of yours held next to my own. I love you so much.” The next thing she knew, Alex popped in on her in the dressing room. She let out a squeak of surprise and delight as he grasped her tightly in his arms. “I love you too, Lectra. And it’s a gift you shall have then. Dancing amongst the stars.” Then he magically flashed them away into the night, just above the clouds. Music filled the air as they stayed levitating above the starlit sky and Alex began to twirl her around the clouds as if they were waltzing on a ballroom floor. “Alex, this is terrific, but your love is the best gift ever, no matter what, it’s all the gift I’ll ever really need.” She smiled up at him, her body melting and swaying in rhythm to the invisible vibrations of a romantic melody. He leaned in closer, his teeth gleaming in the lovely night sky. “Ah, my darling, of all the gifts I’ve searched for, there is none better for me either than to feel you in my arms, and to know that’s where you want to be.” “Forever, Alex. That will never change, no matter what.” He leaned in closer, and sealed their love with a soul-shattering kiss that made her know that there was more to come. “Merry Christmas, sweet wife. Thank you for the gift of your love. I will treasure you and it always.” 176

Spellfire Seasons, #2 “Merry Christmas, beloved.” She threw her arms around his neck. “Your gift of love will last me many lifetimes. May everyone be blessed as we are. Happy Holidays to you and all.” And he too truly wished that everyone they knew and to those around the world, would always be happy in some way, as he and Electra were meant to be. Nothing could ever spoil the love they had for each other. Indeed, Christmas couldn’t get better than this. **** Happy Holidays and Seasons Greetings, from everyone in Spellfire, Texas, and all the readers and writers who are part of the Spellfire family. May you be blessed as Alex and Electra are. Now and forever.

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