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of ‘Making Magic’ by Donna June Cooper. ‘Making Magic’ is a contemporary romance
with a touch of Magic, and it’s the third book in the Books of the Kindling
series. ‘Making Magic’ is available NOW!!
About the Book:
conquer both body and soul.
been called to Woodruff Mountain a few times to deal with some rather weird
situations. Now, recovering from a bullet wound that should have killed him and
fending off his mother’s ravings about the evil that lurks on the mountain,
he’s making alternate career plans.
kidnapping newborn babies, then returning them unharmed. To make things even
more interesting, an irritating adversary from his past has returned to bedevil
him in a whole new, delightful way.
home and a promising musical career, Thea Woodruff has spent years trying,
unsuccessfully, to atone for the death of Becca Moser, Jake’s sister. Once she
has mourned those she’s lost and apologized to those she’s failed, she intends
to flee her mountain once again.
him. But their complicated harmony reveals a guilty secret that threatens not
only their future, but their lives…
Warning: A temperamental flute-player returns to torment an old flame, but he
has other ideas, and the music they make together is combustible—and magical.”
and Samhain.
Excerpt:
herself for another automobile groupie, but it was only a dirty mop head lying
on the ground next to the wall. In her exhausted state, she must’ve imagined
it. She opened the door and put her bags on the console. Before she put the
coffee in the drink holder, she took a long sip of the scalding brew. It wasn’t
too bad, but it made her eyes water. She blinked when she saw the mop head move
again. Probably a rat or raccoon under there.
big dark eyes.
been white pushed up on skinny legs and backed against the wall, watching her with
suspicion. Then she saw the battered aluminum pan and cracked bowl full of
water beside it. Someone was feeding the poor thing, but not really taking
ownership.
what would she do with a dog?
wedding, except that she couldn’t stay. Grace had a husband now, a baby on the
way and probably planned to fill the house up with children. Daniel was moving
into the old Taggart place with his new bride. And she needed to follow her
plan to go off and teach music somewhere. There was no room for the prodigal
daughter on the mountain, much less a grimy, smelly dog. She looked down at
herself and smiled. They were a matched set, weren’t they?
its unkempt hair. The other eye glared at her as the dog tried to sink back
into the wall.
yards away and shuddered. The poor thing had probably been left behind by some
traveling family or a trucker. At least someone here was feeding it. She
wondered how long it had been here, waiting for its owner to return. Her heart
clenched. Swallowing hard, she shut the car door, walking back into the truck
stop.
smiled. “Back for a refill, hon?”
hadn’t used it in a long time. “I was wondering about the dog out in the
parking lot.”
here a couple of months back.”
Years waiting for someone to take you home. Years waiting to go home. Thea felt
tears threatening at the symmetry.
home?”
her. Sly little thing. We figure she’s holding out for her real owner.”
over conspiratorially. “The way she pees, but we might be wrong. The boys
do that sometimes too.”
dog. Or maybe Daniel would take her. Someone would.
cards. “Do you have a pen?” Carefully scratching out her business
number, she wrote her cell number on the card in its place and handed it over.
“If her owner comes back, you call me.”
She could imagine how she appeared to the woman—pencil thin skirt,
stained silk blouse and expensive heels.
one finger salute. I can save an abandoned dog. “Watch me. I’ll have
an order of bacon to go, please.”
brought back a napkin wrapped around several pieces of bacon. “On the
house. If you can catch Bailey, I’ll give you a hamburger for her lunch. And
one for yours as well.”
I say.”
with Jenny close on her heels only to find Bailey gone.
out back there under the skips sometimes. But you’ll never be able to get to
her.”
another hot cup to go instead of that second burger. I’m a vegetarian.”
“This I gotta see.”
one of the garbage skips at the back of the building, far enough back to make
it impossible to reach her.
going under it, then squatted down, or rather tried to. She finally gave up,
hiked up her skirt and knelt on the dirty pavement.
skip and held out a piece of bacon. “Come on, baby girl,” she cooed.
tail tucked under, growling.
little she could smell was bad enough.
voice. Thea jumped, whacking her head on the side of the skip.
red Beemer from Pennsylvania, ain’t ya?”
who had leaned down to grin at her. He said every single syllable of Penn-syl-va-ni-a,
as if it were an unpronounceable contagious disease. And his eyes spent far too
much time lingering on her rear end, which was sticking up in the air at the
moment.
people, especially men, tried to tell her what she could and couldn’t do.
eyes looked terrified and the dog had cringed even closer to the pavement.
quietly, but the voice rang off the metal of the skip.
Thea slid sideways and heard her skirt rip at the kick pleat as she turned to
sit beside the garbage skip with the filthy dog in her arms.
hands.
“Shit. You some kinda dog whisperer or somethin’?”
Jenny. “Now, how about that hamburger for my friend here?” She broke
off little pieces of bacon and fed them to Bailey.
your hands and—” Jenny looked Thea over and sniffed, “—for your
hands.” She ran back into the restaurant.
showers, but we don’t let no dogs in there,” the man said. “You need
me to help you up, honey?”
“Stay.” Bailey waited, motionless, as Thea stood then reached
down to scoop her back up.
even.”
to get back at him for the shower comment, but her head was already aching.
Besides, she did need a shower. She bit her lip and marched past him around the
side of the building with Bailey in her arms.
regulars, truckers mostly and some staff, standing outside the doors watching
as she carried the dog to her car. One of the waitresses started clapping. Then
the rest joined in, until even the grumpy cook cheered the little dog’s rescue.
to them and opened the car door to slide in, dog and all. She shut it
firmly and quickly pushed the button to start the car, struggled to fasten her
seat belt under the dog and wondered if she should fasten it over the dog
instead. She knew next to nothing about dogs.
When Thea rolled down the window, she leaned in. “Here you go. Fresh
coffee, a nice hamburger for Bailey and some hashbrowns for you. There’s
utensils and hand wipes. Don’t take this the wrong way, but I think what both
of you’ll need is a long hot soak. And you need some meat on your bones if
you’re going to keep up with this ‘un.” She cautiously stroked Bailey’s
ears and Thea noticed a glint in her eyes. Jenny was probably the person who’d
been feeding the poor thing. “She’d never let me touch her.”
could not get attached to a dog she had just met. “Do you want to keep
her?” she asked.
have four at home. One more and I end up in the pound. No, I think our Bailey’s
real owner finally showed up.” She sniffed. “You come back and visit
us, baby doll,” she said to Bailey. “I want to see you all cleaned up
and pretty.”
pretty,” Thea said, unable to picture Bailey as anything but a mop.
shoulder and handed it to Thea. “Make her a place over there next to you.
You don’t wanna drive with her in your lap like that.”
pushed the junk on the passenger seat around to make a nest. She curled
the towel in the seat and sat Bailey on it.
lap again.
“Definitely found her real owner.”
foster mom.”
waved as Thea drove out of the parking lot.
About ‘More Than Magic’ (Books of the Kindling #1):
Mountain Magic that’s wreaking havoc on the streets of Atlanta. He’s also sure
that locating and eliminating the source could mean his death.
When he arrives undercover on Woodruff Mountain, the beautiful owner’s anxious
attempts to scare him off tell him something’s afoot, and it’s not her secret
patch of a rare, ancient species of ginseng.
As her dream of seeking medicinal plants in the Amazon fades into the distance,
Grace Woodruff struggles to come to terms with an inherited magical gift she
didn’t want, and searches desperately for the meaning behind her late
grandfather’s final, cryptic message.
The last thing she needs underfoot is a handsome, enigmatic writer recovering
from a recent illness. Until an accidental touch unleashes a stunning mystical
force and Grace senses the wrath of a malicious blight at the heart of the
mountain. Now she must choose between her need to hide her gift from the world
and her desire to save Nick s life.
and Samhain.
About ‘Mostly Magic’ (Books of the Kindling #2):
will threaten their future.
don’t, because his dreams predict a devastating future for him, for those he
loves—and for the planet.
His latest premonition, which blows a huge crater in his eroding sanity, holds
a singular horror—the loss of a wife and unborn child. Yet another reason he
can let no one into his chaotic life, least of all a perky, persistent
investigative reporter he finds simultaneously frustrating and fascinating.
Mel Noblett leaves no stone unturned in her one-woman crusade to save the
environment. When a whistleblower in Italy proves too frightened to talk, Mel
turns to a fall-back lead, an extremely eccentric, beekeeping professor who
might just make the trip worthwhile.
Despite their instant attraction, Mel is relieved when Daniel keeps her at
arm’s length. After all, she has a secret of her own—one that makes her
preternaturally good at her job. And, when Daniel’s terrifying visions prove
uncannily accurate and begin to revolve around Mel—it is a gift that could put
her life in danger.
force of nature who light up the heart of his darkness. Where there’s smoke,
there could be an unpredictable blaze of passion, but the rewards are oh, so
sweet…
and Samhain.
About the Author:
Jack Russell (if you know Jacks, you understand), Donna June Cooper is belly
dancing (shiny!), reading (three books at once), writing (of course!) or
complaining about the heat (no matter the temperature). A child of the
Appalachians who was transplanted to Texas by her Italian husband, Donna
returns to her mountain roots as often as possible, and takes her readers with
her in her Books of the Kindling.
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