New Release: Tangled Souls
Tangled Souls, the third book in the Witches of Willow Creek: Tangled Magic Series, is here!
Tangled Souls:
A curse took him away. Magic brought him back…
I’m Bailee Dugan, and I’m a professional bookworm. Literally. I’m the local librarian in Willow Creek, Virginia.
I’m also a witch.
One year ago, a spell stole my entire coven, including Evan Felson, a charming, devil-may-care musician and fellow witch with whom I’ve been secretly in love since forever.
Last summer, we came so close to a night of passion—but dark magic stole him before we could finish what we started.
Now, Evan has returned to Willow Creek, determined to set things right. But when your half-fae father is determined to destroy your coven and drain every last drop of magic, setting things right isn’t exactly child’s play.
Could the answer to our problems lie in the pages of a book? Or could a doorway to another realm hold the key? And can Evan and I find a way to finish what we started last summer?
The saga of the Willow Creek Witches continues in Bailee and Evan’s story, full of faerie magic, mystical romance, and otherworldly travel.
A sneak peek of Tangled Souls (Witches of Willow Creek: Tangled Magic #3)…
The screen door creaked as I opened it.
Cassie and Nick were both sitting at the kitchen table, their chairs scooted close together, heads bent. Any paranoia I had that they were talking about me flew right out the window when I saw the boyish smile on my brother’s face, the way his fingers toyed with the loose strands of Cassie’s hair.
I coughed. “Should I go for another walk?”
“No,” Nick said, clearing his throat and sliding his chair away from Cassie’s to a more respectable distance.
“You don’t have to be all old-fashioned on my account, Saint Nick,” I said, heading to the refrigerator.
Cassie’s little pep talk, much as I hadn’t wanted it, did burst my bubble of self-pity a little bit. We had problems that were bigger than me—curses and other horrors aside.
I grabbed a pitcher of iced tea from the fridge and poured a glass, leaning against the counter as I drank a few gulps. “So, have you two come up with a plan yet?”
Nick shook his head and stood. In his short-sleeved plaid button-down over a white t-shirt, he was the same old Nick—just perfect enough to be annoying. But he was a little less gruff with Cassie around.
Hell, he’d changed. He’d embraced magic, really leaned into it. And Cassie brimmed with mystical energy.
And Bailee?
She was still my Bailee, smart and strong and sensible, wise at the right moments, playful at the right time.
“I need to hang the clothes on the line,” Cassie said, planting a kiss on Nick’s cheek.
She disappeared toward the laundry room in the basement.
Nick and I stood there in awkward silence. We didn’t do heart-to-hearts. We did wisecracks and sarcastic retorts. The wisecracks were mine. The sarcasm was Nick’s.
Nick shoved his hands in his pockets. “You want to talk about it?”
“Not really.”
He nodded. “Okay. If you do…we can, is all.”
Silence fell again. I used to be the kind of guy who knew how to fill it—with music, with jokes.
Now? Now I just let the silence fall, descending over us like a blanket of snow brings hush to a winter forest.
“I think I was a jerk to Bailee,” I blurted out.
Nick nodded again, shifting on his heels. “I’m sure after everything, she understands. You know Bailee doesn’t have a mean bone in her body.”
“I’m not worried about her being mad,” I said. “I don’t want to hurt her.”
Nick’s gaze narrowed, as if he was zeroing in on the crux of the matter. I grabbed an orange out of the bowl on the kitchen island and peeled it. Truthfully, I wasn’t especially hungry, but it gave me something to do.
“Something going on between you two?” Nick asked.
“No.” I winced as the word came out way more defensive than I’d meant it. “No. I mean, even if there were, is now really the time? With, you know, everything?”
Nick shrugged, leaning against the oaken island. “You sound like me a month ago. Before I met Cassie.”
“If you start reciting sonnets, I’m never speaking to you again,” I said.
Nick chuckled. “I’m just saying, I don’t know that you choose the time, that’s all.”
I tossed the orange peels into the small compost bin we kept by the sink, falling into the old habit again like it was second nature.
Something in my relaxed. It was good to be home.
I mean, I’d spent a year trapped on another plane of existence, in a wooden caravan wagon in an enchanted forest on the astral plane. Well, a small pocket of the astral carved out by our faerie grandmother. On our dad’s side.
So, something small, the normalcy of the farmhouse with its farm chores, brotherly banter, and household routines?
Yeah, it was nice.
I searched my mind, desperate for a subject change. No need to discuss my nonexistent romance with Bailee.
Of course, Evan and Bailee’s romance won’t be “nonexistent” for long… :)
I hope you enjoy Bailee and Evan’s story of faerie magic and friends-to-lovers romance as much as I enjoyed writing it. Until next time, stay wild, stay magical, and stay creative!