kate storm 04 - witches dont back down Read Online Free Page B
Author: meredith allen conner
noticed me.
I widened my smile, aiming for cheerful owner of a matchmaking business who was not the least bit jealous. Based on her reaction, I completely missed my target.
She took a small step back. "Hi. I'm Nina Georgette. I left a message." She trailed off, a mixture of uncertainty and confusion.
Dang it. I'd forgotten to hit thepink rhinestone .
I had two other clients coming in today and my focus had been on preparing for them.
I've never had a matchmaking emergency. Planned appointments with varying degrees of hope, skepticism and desperation were the norm.
I took in Nina's perfect and stacked body, her incredible beauty and couldn't see desperation.
I've had drop dead gorgeous clients before. Both human and non. Most people need some help in love. The smart ones come to me.
Nina also didn't appear cynical or wishful.
She seemed upbeat, confident, sexy, and I still wanted to tuck her into my pocket, despite my vexation with Al's flirtation.
I was totally confused until I shook her hand.
Then I was just scared.
I couldn't get a read on her at all.
****
I can always get a read on someone once I shake their hand. It's pure habit by now and I never even think about it. I shake someone's hand, whisper my truth spell and see what I can see.
Unfortunately, a lot of what I read from a person is rather negative. That's not a blanket statement on humanity. I'm a matchmaker. People come to me when they've struck out at home plate. This tends to make people have doubts about themselves and they feel as if they're the last bristle on the broomstick. And by people, I mean humans.
The HC are totally different. Because the HC are immortal, I often deal with beings that have been around for centuries. They have a totally different mindset. The HC are usually bored, sometimes lonely, and once I had a gnome who was terrified of the dark. Gnomes live underground so I understood this was a significant issue for him. However, a warm bed partner was not going to solve his phobia. I sent him to a therapist.
It no longer surprises me when clients try to solve their own problems by throwing themselves into a relationship.
What does surprise me are those willing to use black magic.
It's called black magic for a reason. It's bad. It will tarnish your soul. And it will turn you over to the bad side the longer you use it.
I'm not talking Luke Skywalker's bad side. I'm talking demons, boogeymen, stuff of your nightmares, evil bad side.
Désirée Norma-Sue's ex-fiancé had used black magic. I hadn't been able to get a read on him either. He'd creeped me out.
Nina Georgette didn't creep me out. Even knowing she was using black magic, I had a hard time believing it.
She was just so beautiful and vibrant. And vexingly sexy.
I know the old adage about appearances being deceiving and all, but this was almost impossible for me to believe.
"Are you full nymph?" I'd heard of a few warlocks who had managed to create a masking spell that actually worked. For a few minutes.
"Yes." Nina smiled. Her violet eyes lit up. With pure pleasure, there was nothing dark or evil lurking in her eyes.
She tugged at her hand and I had to let go.
I couldn't continue to hold her hand.
That would be inappropriate for a business witch. Plus, just plain weird.
Frog warts. I'd felt a pulse too. She was definitely among the living. No one had killed her and then reanimated her. That's black magic also. And it would have explained a lot.
I was utterly baffled.
"Are ya lookin' for a date, Doll?"
Oh shit.
"Why, yes. Yes, I am." She fluttered her lashes at Al.
Double shit.
I pulled Al closer to my body. I had more things to worry about than why Nina Georgette was using black magic. She was looking for a match and Al appeared ready to sign up. He might be a very small Chihuahua, but he was also an extremely thick headed hitman. Nina might be charmed for the moment, but Al was deadly serious.
I had to find out everything I could about Nina
I widened my smile, aiming for cheerful owner of a matchmaking business who was not the least bit jealous. Based on her reaction, I completely missed my target.
She took a small step back. "Hi. I'm Nina Georgette. I left a message." She trailed off, a mixture of uncertainty and confusion.
Dang it. I'd forgotten to hit thepink rhinestone .
I had two other clients coming in today and my focus had been on preparing for them.
I've never had a matchmaking emergency. Planned appointments with varying degrees of hope, skepticism and desperation were the norm.
I took in Nina's perfect and stacked body, her incredible beauty and couldn't see desperation.
I've had drop dead gorgeous clients before. Both human and non. Most people need some help in love. The smart ones come to me.
Nina also didn't appear cynical or wishful.
She seemed upbeat, confident, sexy, and I still wanted to tuck her into my pocket, despite my vexation with Al's flirtation.
I was totally confused until I shook her hand.
Then I was just scared.
I couldn't get a read on her at all.
****
I can always get a read on someone once I shake their hand. It's pure habit by now and I never even think about it. I shake someone's hand, whisper my truth spell and see what I can see.
Unfortunately, a lot of what I read from a person is rather negative. That's not a blanket statement on humanity. I'm a matchmaker. People come to me when they've struck out at home plate. This tends to make people have doubts about themselves and they feel as if they're the last bristle on the broomstick. And by people, I mean humans.
The HC are totally different. Because the HC are immortal, I often deal with beings that have been around for centuries. They have a totally different mindset. The HC are usually bored, sometimes lonely, and once I had a gnome who was terrified of the dark. Gnomes live underground so I understood this was a significant issue for him. However, a warm bed partner was not going to solve his phobia. I sent him to a therapist.
It no longer surprises me when clients try to solve their own problems by throwing themselves into a relationship.
What does surprise me are those willing to use black magic.
It's called black magic for a reason. It's bad. It will tarnish your soul. And it will turn you over to the bad side the longer you use it.
I'm not talking Luke Skywalker's bad side. I'm talking demons, boogeymen, stuff of your nightmares, evil bad side.
Désirée Norma-Sue's ex-fiancé had used black magic. I hadn't been able to get a read on him either. He'd creeped me out.
Nina Georgette didn't creep me out. Even knowing she was using black magic, I had a hard time believing it.
She was just so beautiful and vibrant. And vexingly sexy.
I know the old adage about appearances being deceiving and all, but this was almost impossible for me to believe.
"Are you full nymph?" I'd heard of a few warlocks who had managed to create a masking spell that actually worked. For a few minutes.
"Yes." Nina smiled. Her violet eyes lit up. With pure pleasure, there was nothing dark or evil lurking in her eyes.
She tugged at her hand and I had to let go.
I couldn't continue to hold her hand.
That would be inappropriate for a business witch. Plus, just plain weird.
Frog warts. I'd felt a pulse too. She was definitely among the living. No one had killed her and then reanimated her. That's black magic also. And it would have explained a lot.
I was utterly baffled.
"Are ya lookin' for a date, Doll?"
Oh shit.
"Why, yes. Yes, I am." She fluttered her lashes at Al.
Double shit.
I pulled Al closer to my body. I had more things to worry about than why Nina Georgette was using black magic. She was looking for a match and Al appeared ready to sign up. He might be a very small Chihuahua, but he was also an extremely thick headed hitman. Nina might be charmed for the moment, but Al was deadly serious.
I had to find out everything I could about Nina
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