Boy
Meets Witch
The
White Cat Chronicles
Book
1
G.A.
Rael
Genre: Paranormal, Fantasy
Date of Publication: 11/17/16
ASIN: B01M2URFOK
Number of pages: 186
Word Count: 70,000
Book Description:
“Are you an angel?" Harper asked,
pleading internally for the answer to be no.
The tall, white-haired man gave a low
chuckle. "Not quite. What I am isn't nearly as important as who you are--and
what I can do for you."
Harper Adams is a witch on the
run--from her past as a faith healer turned accidental arsonist, and from the
power she's kept locked away her whole life. She thinks she's finally found a
place she can settle down and call home in the picturesque town of Cold Creek,
Vermont, but a mysterious white cat who may or may not be bent on taking the
curvaceous witch's soul has other plans.
Harper's compassion soon gets the
best of her and earns her an unwanted reputation as the town miracle worker as
well as the ire of sexy veterinarian and militant atheist, Darren St. Clair.
Cold Creek's residents have a few supernatural secrets of their own, and Harper
will have to face the destiny that led her to the last place a witch in hiding
needs to be--that is, if Darren doesn't have her chased out of town with a
pitchfork-wielding mob before she gets the chance.
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Excerpt:
Without a word,
the strange man stepped closer. His silken hair was too perfectly white to be a
natural color, yet there wasn't a trace of darkness at his roots. On closer
inspection, Harper was horrified to realize that his eyes weren't just the
color of a cat's but the shape, too. She tried to tell herself they were just
theatrical contacts, but they shrunk so realistically as he stepped underneath
the light that she began to doubt the only reasonable explanation.
"S-stay
back," she stammered, finding her voice once he was too close to dismiss
as an illusion.
To her
amazement, he halted in his steady approach.
"I'm not
going to hurt you," he said in a surprisingly gentle voice for someone so
imposing. The contrast was so unsettling it made her shiver. His statuesque
body and almost feminine facial features reminded her too much of the awful
weeping angel statues in her church's graveyard. Harper had always feared them as
a child and now it seemed that one had come to life. The intruder was even
beautiful in the same ethereal, almost grotesque way the statues were.
"After all," he continued in that melodic voice, "you did save
my life."
Harper stared at
him in bewilderment. The words of a madman rarely made sense, she supposed.
"I don't even know you."
"Maybe not,
but I know you, Harper--or should I say, Alyssa? I've been watching over you
for some time."
She tried to
swallow but the coffee had left her mouth dry. "How do you know that
name?"
His stone lips
curved into a slight smile. "I know everything about you. For instance, I
know your father's name is Byron Hurlow and he's the preacher at the Rockport
Trinity Tabernacle in Little Rock, Arkansas. I know you've been running for a
little over two years now, and I know that you fear angels more than anything
except maybe hurting the ones you love." His cat eyes narrowed and his
voice lowered to a knowing tone as he said, "I also know about the
fire."
Harper took a
step back only to trip into a stack of boxes behind her. Before she could save
herself, the man caught her and rested his hands on her shoulders, keeping a
slight distance between them. She marveled at the bizarre display of propriety
in the midst of such threatening behavior, but she didn't complain. His skin
was surprisingly warm.
"Be
careful," he murmured. "You always were a klutz."
He said it so
casually, as if they were old friends. "Who are you?" she asked
shakily. "How could you possibly know about the --"
"The
fire?" he offered. "Like I said, I've been watching you for a very
long time."
"Are you an
angel?" Harper asked, pleading internally for the answer to be no.
The tall,
white-haired man gave a low chuckle. "Not quite. What I am isn't nearly as
important as who you are--and what I can do for you."
"You could
start by putting on some clothes."
About
the Author:
G.A. Rael is a practicing witch
and author of paranormal romance and mysteries. She's had a lifelong love
affair with all things that go bump in the night, and it's her firm belief that
monsters deserve their happily-ever-afters, too. When she isn't writing, you
can find G.A. watching campy horror films with her husband and two cats in
beautiful seaside New England.
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