Today, it's an excerpt from chapter one, Alyx's point of view. Friday, you'll see Micah's POV. I can't wait to hear what you think.
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About Enchanted Souls
A rare occurrence brings the planets into alignment, causing the seals that separate the universes to break. Lost souls search for home while two hearts that were shattered try to find their missing pieces.
When Alyxandria Duvall meets Micah, sparks fly, and their hearts burst into flames. They welcome their daughter not long after; then Micah goes missing under mysterious circumstances, leaving a path of heartache, death, and destruction in his wake. Still, Fate has more in store for them.
Although it was instinct to throw the word out, it rarely did any good. I could always hope.
A spiky tale whipped around the desk I crouched behind. I kicked it with every ounce of force I could muster and took a shot—even though I knew my pistol might not be the best weapon against whatever creature had commandeered the station. Saint’s Grove seemed to be a beacon for the paranormal, and most of the citizens turned a blind eye, putting a lot of hope in their town’s finest.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I envisioned the room and slowed my breathing. I’d been in that room nearly every day for most of my life, and the layout was seared into my brain. My gut told me to go to the left around the desk, as if a director just off the scene plotted my movements. I stood, and the creature whirled toward me, its tail clipping a chair that ripped across the floor, hitting the opposite wall with a deafening thud.
“Sheriff,” it hissed through fanged teeth. “Ah, I face the mighty Alyx.”
Why do these creatures love to talk? I raised my arm and put a bullet between the thing’s eyes. Its head jerked backward but then slowly rose, the hole in its forehead closing as the bullet was pushed back out, falling to the ground.
Bullets might not have stopped the tailed-beast, but they slowed it down. As soon as I pulled the trigger again, aiming for its mouth—if nothing else it would shut the beast up for a bit—I moved toward my office where the special lockbox with non-standard police tools waited. Since the academy never covered what to do when a bullet between the eyes only caused a delay in the attack, I mentally thanked Dad for all his wisdom as I raced to the box, brushed my fingertip over the pad on the side, and waited for the lid to pop open as I tried to calm my pulse.
Officer Dylan, my longtime friend and partner, rushed into the room.
“Toss me something!” he yelled as glass shattered and a tail swung through the space.
I chucked a sword at him, hilt first, and he caught it and swung, narrowly missing.
“Nice try, you piece of shit.” The creature sent Dylan flying across the room with one flip of the spiked appendage.
Springing into action, I grabbed my bow and arrows, pumping three into the creature’s chest before it could react. I had to get to the sword, so I ran to Dylan, who seemed to have a sense for what I needed—like he always did—and kicked the weapon to me.
“Watch out!” he screamed.
But I already knew how close the creature was; in fact, I counted on it. I threw the bow to the floor, bent to pick up the sword, and pivoted on the ball of my back foot to face the beast. Its clawed feet scraped the ground with each movement toward me.
“How cute. She has a sword,” it said.
An image of my daughter filtered into my brain, and that meant one thing: she was nearby. Just then, I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I knew she’d be there any moment. We had an intense connection, much more than the typical mother-daughter bond.
Whatever the son-of-a-bitch creature in front of me was, it had to die before my daughter arrived. I could feel Dylan’s fear, in sharp contrast to the creature’s anticipation, flooding my senses as I let the vile thing get close enough to bend over me.
“Where’s that pretty daughter of yours?” Drool slid out of its mouth as it spoke.
I let my hand slip down to my thigh and then eased it toward my back pocket. “Don’t talk about my daughter,” I said through gritted teeth.
“What are you gonna—”
With a swift movement, I yanked the dagger from my back pocket and flung it into one of the nasty thing’s eyes. As it snarled and threw its hand over the wound, I stood and tossed the sword from my left to my right hand for better accuracy. One fluid movement later, the beast’s head fell to the ground with a thump.