The Mystic Series

With my love of all things witchy, I am pleased to introduce you to Part One of The Mystic Series: Witch Way.


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For every fork in the road of life, there is only one question: Witch Way?


Mayhem has been Roxy Devereaux's constant companion, but she never imagined gun-wielding mummies would invade a company Halloween party and send her running for her life. Adrift and afraid, the sleepy town of Mystic, Oregon calls to her. Yet, in this secluded coastal community, nothing is as it appears.


Somehow, the locals know her. They expected her arrival. They believe she has powers that are beyond belief. As her past is revealed, Roxy must make a decision - stay and accept her birthright, or leave the haven of Mystic behind. 


*The Mystic Series are novellas and are perfect for when you're on the go, on a plane, need an escape, or are just in the mood for a little magic. Enjoy!


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Need Part Two? It's here! Coven by Christmas is the continuation of Roxy's witchy journey...


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Roxy Devereaux didn't believe in magic... until she discovered she was a witch. Now, the town of Mystic needs her to complete one more task before fully claiming her birthright. With the help of the hottie chef from The Black Cat Cafe (Dominic) and new best friend and kickass seer (Liza) by her side, she must race to complete her coven by December 25th - or risk losing it all. But not everyone is anxious for Roxy to take over as the magical Queen of Mystic, and nothing is off limits when it comes to what they'll do to stop her from succeeding.


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Remington led the way as I floated down the stairs from my apartment on a cloud of pure bliss. The breeze was nearly warm coming off what I knew to be the arctic waters of the Pacific, as if spring was attempting to make an early visit to Mystic. It was difficult to reconcile my feeling of belonging to a community I had only been a part of for a single season. Time really does fly when you’re in love. It had been nearly a month since Dominic and I had so-called “sealed” our relationship, and every day seemed to get better. 
How was it possible for me, Roxy Devereaux, wild child turned witchy woman, to be so happy? 
Remy sauntered through the open door of the Black Cat Café, tail plume high and proud. I took a moment to enjoy the tantalizing aroma of warm cinnamon rolls and coffee mingling with the fresh scent of the ocean before following. The tinkling of teaspoons against steaming mugs of brew, along with friendly conversations, lifted my spirits even further… until I spied Liza slouched over the barista counter looking more melancholy than I had ever seen her.
Jenny, waitress extraordinaire, and the bubbliest teenager I had ever met, shrugged in defeat – obviously her attempt to lighten Liza’s mood wasn’t working. I really wanted to sneak into the kitchen for a second good-morning kiss from my beloved, but girl code had me diverting to an empty stool at Liza’s side. Okay, girl code and the fact Clara, world-renowned sourpuss, perched by the swinging kitchen door like a life-sucking gargoyle.
“What’s going on, woman? You look like crap.”
“Thanks.” Liza lifted her head. The red-rimmed eyes gave away the two-day crying jag I suspected she’d been on – ever since Romeo (I mean, are you kidding me? Who names their kid Romeo?), a visiting witch from a New England coven, completely blew her off and returned home without even a ‘blessed be, bitch’.
“Feel like calling the corners? It might make you feel better.”
“No. Nothing is going to make me feel better. I just want to get out of here.”
Uh oh. I had been worrying about this day coming. Part of my promise to Mystic’s newest reigning coven members was that I would actively seek a way to lift the entrapment charms our ancestors had inflicted upon the area residents. But I didn’t want to lose my best friend in the process. Selfish, I know.
“How about making a trip into Portland for the weekend? We could take in a show and do some major damage at the malls.”
A lonely teardrop tracked down her splotchy cheek and I was shocked when I noticed movement within. I leaned closer, a gasp ripping from my throat. “Oh no, he didn’t. She wouldn’t. What the hell?” I sputtered.
I swiped the tear from her face before it could fall to the counter and stared at the bodies entwined inside – Romeo and… Willow. The latest and most reluctant member of our coven had just broken more girl codes than I could count. I controlled the storm brewing inside me before I inflicted it on the entire town. “I’ll be right back.”
Liza grabbed my arm before I could get off my stool. “Don’t. Just… don’t. It’s not worth it and I can’t handle another fight between the two of you.”
“We don’t fight.” Much.
“We need her here until all the charms have been broken,” she reminded me.
There was a brief moment when I simply didn’t care about the consequences. But then Dominic emerged from the kitchen, giving me further reason not to go to jail – again. “Fine, but we need to talk. All of us. You’re miserable and I won’t stand by while some witch walks all over your heart. She might resent me, maybe she even hates me, but you’re supposed to be friends. What happened? Can you talk about it? And, what about Edward?”
Her indigo eyes finally met mine. “He wasn’t too keen on the idea of a bi-continental relationship. And, apparently Sharon despised him. You know how she is – not exactly subtle.”
No, not subtle. At least she hadn’t gotten her memories back. Yet. I sincerely hoped she never did, if the truth be told. But that was beside the issue. “That’s no excuse for horning in on your man! If she tried that with Dom, I’d gouge her eyes out. A witch can cast blind after all.”
We shared a smile. “You’re bad. It’s not like she was trying to break us up. Unbeknownst to me, they have a history. Something only witches who escape Mystic seem to be able to accomplish,” she pointed out.
“We’re working on it. We’ve already managed to lift the magical abilities diminishment spell.”
Clara’s indignant snort could be heard from across the room. She might be older than dirt, but her hearing was incredible. I threw a nasty look in her direction. So, she was having trouble adjusting to the new regime, but that was no excuse for eavesdropping. Besides, Liza was her granddaughter – she should be doing everything in her power to ensure her happiness. 
Realizing Liza was speaking, I shook off the negative vibes and tuned back into the conversation.
… For a brief period of time – we haven’t had much success with anything over two weeks,” she reminded me. “I want an epic romance, not a vacation fling, which currently means I have to pick from guys right here in Mystic – not the biggest pond for fishing, if you know what I mean.”
I felt the weight of responsibility for Liza’s future happiness land squarely on my shoulders. It wasn’t exactly a surprise since the future of every single person in Mystic was tied to me from now on. Dominic cocked his head in the direction of the kitchen and gave me a flirtatious wink. My heart soared once again. “I’ll fix this,” I promised, patting Liza on the arm before finally making my way toward the kitchen.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” she mumbled before I was out of earshot.
I turned to offer further reassurances, but she was already heading toward the front door.

***

“We have a problem.”
Dominic froze, spatula midway between the grill and a fresh plate awaiting the perfectly crispy bacon he was about to deposit. “You and me, or was the ‘we’ more general than that?”
“Specifically, Liza has a problem,” I clarified.
His shoulders relaxed and the bacon found its home, guided by a steady hand. Task complete, Dominic unbelted his apron and drew me into his arms. “I noticed.”
Jenny breezed into the kitchen, alerted by some inner sixth sense that her order was up, and departed just as quickly when she sensed the tension coming from the two of us.
“What are we going to do?” I mumbled against his broad shoulder.
“We keep stripping away the mess the elders made of things until we’re free to live more normal lives.” 
“As Liza pointed out, that could take a while. What can we do in the meantime? She’s miserable, Dom. I can’t stand to see her like this.” My indignation at what Willow had done reared its head once again. “And did you know Willow is the cause of all this? She stole Romeo right out from under Liza’s nose as if it was her right.”
“Calm down before the whole town hears what you think of your fourth. It’s hard enough to get everyone to accept us as the new reigning coven; if they scent blood in the water, what trust we’ve built with them will disintegrate quicker than you can say ‘bewitched.’” I didn’t exactly appreciate the way he tapped my nose like a recalcitrant child… even if it was kind of cute.
“I know you’re right, but with Willow claiming to be busy every other time we schedule a meeting, we’ll be removing charms into the next century.”
“It’s not as bad as that. Besides, all the time she’s spending with her mother seems to be doing both of them some good.”
“Speaking of which, should we be doing something to help Sharon remember the missing pieces?” Not that I wanted to bring back the beast, but I was beginning to feel a fair amount of guilt for doing nothing. I’d found a spell in my grandmother’s Book of Shadows to assist with memory recovery, but couldn’t bring myself to read the words, much less direct the spell toward the woman who wanted to kill me such a short time ago.
Dominic didn’t harbor any such qualms. “Are you out of your mind? The last thing we need is to unleash Tsunami Sharon. She’s crazy without remembering she wants us dead. Don’t make me invoke the wrath of the Goddess for such a blasphemous idea.”
“Shh! Clara’s right outside, remember?”
“What’s she going to do? She still pretends Sharon’s dead.”
“I just don’t want her to have any more ammunition against me.”
“You’re pushing yourself too hard, Rox. You need to relax, take a break from all the heavy stuff for a few days.”
“Dominic, I don’t have time to take a break. My best friend is dying inside right now and I can’t lose the little bit of momentum I have going for me.”
Remington let out a yowl for attention from the adjacent countertop. I looked from my familiar to the empty plate beside him and shook my head. “No more,” I said, scolding both of the men in my life. “Last time Dom filled you up on whipped cream, you had diarrhea for a week.”
Remington huffed out a sigh and showed me his butt. At least it was clean.
“I only gave him a little bit,” Dominic protested.
“You’ll make him sick and fat if you keep this up. It’s not good for him to eat all the rich foods you serve him.”
“You do remember Remington isn’t exactly an ordinary cat, don’t you?”
As if I could forget the Phoenix-like reincarnation abilities my feline possessed. “That doesn’t mean I need to deal with the less than pleasant consequences of culinary overindulgence.”
With an affronted snuffle, Remington deserted us. I smiled in satisfaction at his retreating tail. It wasn’t often I got my way where the cat was concerned.
“You also realize Jenny keeps a bowl of whipped cream behind the bar for hot chocolate, right?”
No wonder there had been so little resistance to my directive. The little… “Remington!”
I heard Dominic chuckle and a fresh round of bacon slap on the grill as I raced out the door.

***

If possible, the dining room was even more packed as I collected my soon-to-be obese cat and headed to Main Street. I dodged flocks of tourists and greeted the locals as I wove through the crowds packing the sidewalks. I spied Willow coming out of Liza’s shop and tamped down the anger threatening to spew like lava from my lips.
“Hi, Roxy.” Willow looked around her at all the people and smiled. “Can you believe this?”
I couldn’t believe she was acting as if she wasn’t a complete harlot. But, I’d promised to behave. “What’s going on? We’re being overrun by women.”
It was true. Women of every age, race and size were dashing from store to store as if in a frenzy. I’d been pleased with the rebound Mystic had made in the past few weeks, but this was insane.
Willow giggled. “I keep forgetting you’re new,” she said as she linked her arm with mine and started walking in the direction from which I’d just come.
“I was going to check on Liza,” I said, digging in my heels. “I’m sure you’re aware she’s in a bit of a funk.”
“I know. I wanted to talk to her, too. But like me, you’d just have to wait in line. Valentine’s Day is on the horizon – every single woman within a thousand-mile radius is suddenly dying to know what their future holds.”
“Oh, that explains it then.”
Willow nodded and held firm when I tried to extricate myself from her grasp. “I know you’re pissed at me for the whole Romeo thing, but believe me when I say it’s for the best that Liza doesn’t get caught up in his games.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Let’s just say he’s more… prolific at his craft than a gigolo.”
I raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “So, you were doing her a favor by swooping in and sampling the wares for yourself?”
“Okay, so I probably went about it the wrong way. And maybe I was looking for a quick rebound lay after what happened with Edward. But Liza’s hoping for love, not a one night stand, which is all Romeo can provide – he’s not built for long term commitments.” She looked me in the eye while she said her peace and I couldn’t help but believe her. I’d gotten the same vibe.
“Still, it wasn’t cool what you did. I mean, if you’re going to be a slut with your friends’ guy, the least you could have done was try to be discreet about it.” Oops. Had I just called a member of my own coven a slut to her face? Yup. Weird, I didn’t feel the least bit guilty about it either.
“So much for ‘perfect love and perfect trust,’ huh?” I’d expected her retort to be snide, but instead she simply looked ashamed.
“Just make it up to her somehow, okay?” I was such a benevolent witch. 
“Deal.” After a quick kiss to my cheek, Willow disappeared into the crowd.
Remington struggled to be set down, but the feet of a thousand lonely women were stomping all around, suddenly overwhelming me. I looked to see what was causing the commotion and spied Ruth and George, the local pharmacist, decorating a window display inside the apothecary with tiny pink bottles. I leaned in closer, reading the label – Love Potion. “Oh, for heaven’s sake.”
I was about to go inside and chastise them for taking advantage of our tourists when an idea struck. Two ideas, actually. First, it was entirely possible the elixir was legit – this was a town of witches after all. And… I might have just found a way to cure Liza of her heartache. 
Kissing Remington on the top of his cute little head, I raced home.

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