Abbi Glines goes back to her Paranormal Romance roots with an all-new series, and I am honoured to share with you the cover of the first book set in this magical new world, as well as a first-ever sneak peek of Charmed Souls.
The door opened and instead of Margo it was Heath. He didn’t look hungover at all but he did look as if he’d just woken up.
“Mornin’” he said and smiled at me with his comforting sincere expression.
“Good morning, sleepy head,” I replied as he stepped back so I could come inside.
“Seems she only has fangs with me,” Rathe drawled.
I didn’t respond to that or watch him enter the apartment after me. Instead, I rolled my eyes at Heath who in return gave a low chuckle. I put my hands on my hips and glanced toward Margo’s room. “Is she ready?” I asked.
Heath yawned then shrugged. “I just woke up. You talk to her already?”
I nodded. “Yes. We’re going to get breakfast. I had to escape my house.”
He didn’t need an explanation. “The wedding is tonight, yikes,” he frowned. “Is your sister acting like a bridezilla?”
“She was born a bridezilla. She’s waited all these years to have a reason to unleash it.”
Heath laughed again. He knew my struggle with my sisters and mother. Not the exact extent of my struggles but enough to know they were all selfish and cruel. “I’ll get dressed and take you to eat. I’m starving,” he offered.
“Okay, I’ll see if Margo is still planning on going, too.”
Heath got an awkward expression on his face before glancing at Rathe, who I had been ignoring although I’d known he was now lounging on the sofa. I might not have looked his way but I felt his gaze on me and it was disturbing.
“Uh, you, uh, want to go?” Heath asked him and I was sure I winced. Heath was always the nice guy. I had admired that about him until this very moment. I did not want to have breakfast with Rathe.
“Thanks but I’ll sit here and read in silence,” he replied.
Without taking a moment to control my mouth, I blurted out, “You read?” because let’s be honest here, Rathe was not one you’d expect to read anything other than a condom wrapper.
“Yes, Cat, I enjoy the written word,” his response wasn’t insulted. Although he wasn’t smirking this time. There was no sign of humor on his face.
I opened my mouth to apologize but snapped it shut again. Rathe and I were not going to be friends. There was no need to worry about his feelings. I was sure his ego was larger than the Grand Canyon. He’d be just fine.
“I’ll check on Margo,” I told Heath who was frowning, at no one in particular. It was his concerned frown. That made me feel somewhat sorry for how I was treating Rathe. This was his new roommate and I needed to attempt to be nicer.
I didn’t even knock on her door. I just opened it and went inside needing to get out of the same room as Rathe. Margo was splayed out on her bed naked and lying face first. Her soft snoring and the fact her phone was still in her hand made it clear she wasn’t going to breakfast with me. After our conversation, she’d gone right back to sleep. She’d wanted to help me out but it appeared she had failed at moving her body from the mattress.
I walked over and retrieved her blanket that was on the floor in a crumpled heap. I gave it a gentle shake then covered her body. Slight movement from my peripheral vision caught my attention and I turned to see a familiar face in the corner watching me. Forever six years old. She was smiling at me.
“Hello, Mary,” I whispered softly.
The little girl whose face resembled Margo so much lifted her small hand and waved at me. I’d seen Mary the first time when I had been seven years old, only a week after meeting Margo and Heath on the school bus. She never left their side for long. Over time, she’d told me who she was and what had happened to her. As time passed and her siblings never mentioned her, I knew telling them she was always close was a bad idea. I’d made the mistake of telling people I didn’t know about their dead loved ones that were with them when I was younger. It never went well. It had always brought tears. One lady in town had called me a witch and ran off crying after I told her that her mother was with her. She’d been correct, of course. I was a witch. But my sight was also something no Kamlock sister had ever been given. My mother chose to make fun of it as if I were making it up. I couldn’t prove it to her because I’d never seen any relative of ours. It only happened with ordinary people. I often feared it was because we were absent of souls. I didn’t want that to be true but it was the only thing that made any sense. The only hope I had was the fact I’d never seen my father and I knew he had a soul. He wasn’t born evil. He was good.
Copyright © 2019 by Abbi Glines. This excerpt is unedited and subject to change.