Fire & Ice (Book of Shadows Series, #1)
Author: Lacey Weatherford
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Synopsis: Time passes . . . sometimes too quickly, other times not fast enough, but that’s not what’s important. The essential thing is what we learn about ourselves during that passage of time and how we apply it. Will we continue to follow the destructive paths we find ourselves on? Will we give in to circumstances that seem completely unchangeable? Or will we desperately fight to hold onto those we love and to what’s good inside us—no matter how terrible the cost?
I only know I would
do whatever was required of me to keep Portia, but in a world of witches,
warlocks, and demons, anything can happen.
SNEAK PEEK
“Working
on the bike today, I see.” Marsha smiled at me, drying her hands on a dishtowel
as she leaned against the doorframe leading from the kitchen into the garage.
“Yeah,” I
replied as I attempted to crank a bolt on the engine tighter. “It would be nice
if this stupid piece would cooperate with me, though.” My hand slipped off the
wrench and my finger slid against a piece of sharp metal. I felt the tear in my
skin before I saw the blood. “Damn it!” I grumbled, grabbing the oily rag next
to me and holding it against the wound.
Marsha
started laughing and I glanced at her with a questioning stare. “Why don’t you
use your magic? It would be much easier on you from the looks of it.”
“For the
same reason you’re washing the dishes by hand,” I replied, nodding toward her
dishtowel. “I don’t want to die of boredom. Besides, I like staying busy
working. You know that.”
She
nodded. “I do. I simply find it funny you don’t use magic to help yourself when
things are tough.”
Shrugging,
I stared back at the bike. “It’s a vendetta now. Using magic is like saying I
let the bike beat me. It’s not going to win.”
Marsha
continued chuckling, shaking her head. “You and your competitive nature. You’d
rather be hurt than give in. It’s a shame you can’t do sports. It’d probably
help you release some of this pent up aggression you’re always carrying
around.”
“Blowing
up something usually helps take care of things like that.”
“And what
exactly have you been blowing up?” She suddenly seemed concerned.
I sighed.
“Don’t worry. Only some old dead trees out in the middle of nowhere. And before
you start the lecture about forest fires; yes, I make sure nothing catches on
fire.”
She eyed
me for a moment, as if trying to decide whether or not to trust me. “Fine. Just
be careful. Are you planning on working on this motorcycle all day?”
“For the
most part. I told Bruce I’d try to have it done for him by the end of the
month.”
“He was
so excited when he found out how good you are with bikes. I think he’s wanted
it to be rebuilt for quite a while. Every time I’ve seen him, he asks me about
it. That’s all he ever talks to me about.”
I
grinned. “I know. I can’t believe he had this clunker sitting in his garage for
so many years. I have a cool idea for it, but I’ll need to get some help.”
“Really?
What?”
“See this
area around the wheels?” I pointed to where the spokes came together. “I was
thinking it would be cool to have some custom made metal flames here that would
match the flames on the gas tank. It would tie the design together nicely,
don’t you think?”
She
smiled. “You have such a great eye for detail, and yes, I agree. I think Bruce
would love it. Where would you find something like that?”
“I want
to go to Laramie Jackson’s knife shop and see if he can help me design
something unique for it.” I stood and went to my workbench to deposit my tools,
before washing my hands at the basin sink.
“That’s a
fabulous idea! I know you love the athame he custom made for you.”
“Shh . .
.” I teased. “He doesn’t know it’s an athame—it’s only an awesome knife as far
as he’s concerned. You’re gonna get me in trouble.”
She
rolled her eyes. “Whatever. I’m sure he’s happy to help you. You’ve had him
outfit half the coven with knives now.”
“The best
for the best.” I winked at her. “Do you need me to get anything for you while
I’m out?”
“Not that
I can think of right now. I’ll text you if anything comes to mind. Are you
going to see Portia too?”
She
caught me totally off guard and I snapped my head over to look at her,
squinting and wondering if she was hinting at something else.
“Why
would I go see her?” I hadn’t told anyone—not even her—about my interest in
Portia. I didn’t want anyone to think it was wrong or tell me I couldn’t be
with her. Until I discovered more information about what was happening between
us, I intended to keep it to myself.
Apparently,
I sounded slightly too aggressive in my response. “Easy there, killer.” She
held up a hand in surrender. “I noticed you seemed to have a connection with
her is all. I know you don’t like to allow yourself to make friends, but she’s
different. She’s a witch, and she’s part of your coven. That means you won’t
have to keep any secrets from her. There hasn’t been anyone like that in your
life before—at least not your age anyway. I worry about you being alone all the
time.”
I sighed,
walking to my bike. “No, I didn’t have any plans to go see her today,” I
replied as I straddled the bike, secretly wishing Portia needed me for some
reason.
“Well,
can I intrude and ask if you like her?”
Glancing
over, I saw a soft look in her eyes. Was she trying to play matchmaker all of a
sudden? I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
“Of
course I like her. I like everyone,” I replied vaguely, slipping my key into
the ignition.
“You know
what I mean. Would you ever be interested in dating her?”
I
chuckled. “You really think Sean would go for that?”
She
shrugged. “I don’t see why not. You’re a good kid. He knows that.”
“We may
be close in school, but you can’t forget, I’m eighteen and she’s sixteen. I
think Sean would sooner slap a restraining order on me than let me date his
only child.”
“I don’t
see why your age matters one bit; unless you’re planning on doing something
that would make you being a legal adult and her a minor a problem. Is there
something I should know?” She stared pointedly at me.
I laughed
loudly. “Pipe down, Mom. I’ve been nothing but the perfect gentleman.”
Her gaze
wandered over me. “I mean, I understand you’re a man now, and men have urg—”
“Stop
right there, Marsha. This conversation is finished.” I started the bike,
gassing the throttle and the garage echoed with the sound.
She
cupped her hands and shouted above the noise. “I only wanted to know if you
want to date her!”
“What?” I
hollered back with a grin, revving the engine again, pretending I couldn’t hear
her.
“Do you
want to date her?” She waved her hands at the exhaust fumes filling the air.
Pointing
to my ear, I shook my head. “I’ll talk to you when I get home.” I slipped my
helmet on and took off out the open garage door. Tossing a quick glance in her
direction as I turned onto the street, I started laughing when she threw her
hands up in a frustrated gesture and went inside.
About the Author
Lacey Weatherford was
born in Ft. Meade Maryland while her father was serving in the military. She
has been a lifelong resident of Arizona, spending most of her time growing up
in the small rural town of Clay Springs.
It was while she was
attending the small country school in Clay Springs, that she read her first
"big" book at the age of eight. It was a Nancy Drew novel and Lacey
was instantly hooked. She read every book that she could find in the series and
decided that she wanted to write stories too.
Lacey spent a lot of
time at the library from that time forward, even volunteering in her later teen
years and early twenties. She would don a crazy clown outfit for the Friends of
the Library fundraisers in an effort to help get the new town library built.
When she and her
husband moved away from the area, Lacey took the opportunity to take some
creative writing classes at the local college to help further along her
interests. Several years later, they were blessed with the opportunity to move
back to Clay Springs with their family. The town had finally succeeded in
building their library and Lacey had the opportunity to be President of the
Friends of the Library for a very short time, before relocating.
Lacey and her family
still live in the White Mountains of Arizona, where she continues to write
young adult novels that have a fantasy/fairytale or paranormal bent to them, as
well as being sure to include a great romantic storyline!
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