Pema's Storm: Rowan Sisters' Trilogy Book 1

Pema’s Storm

(Rowan Sister’s Trilogy)

by
Brenda Trim and Tami Julka

Copyright © 2015 by Brenda Trim and Tami Julka

eISBN: 978-1-63452-603-6

Editor: Amanda Fitzpatrick

Cover Art by Patricia Schmitt (Pickyme)

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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writers’ imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved. With the exception of quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the authors.

Dedication

This trilogy is about sisterhood. To us, sisterhood is many things. It is a warm smile on a rainy day, a friendly hug, a cheerful hello…it’s all that a good and lasting friendship is, only better. Sisterhood isn’t just about blood. It’s those women in your life who have shaped you into the person you’ve become. We love all the sisters in our lives!

As always, we want to say a heartfelt thank you to all of our readers who have joined us on this thrilling adventure. You have loved our Dark Warriors and we hope you embrace our young, energetic witches. They are a force to be reckoned with.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Authors’ Note

A loud crash startled Pema, making her look up from her computer. Cursing echoed from the front of the store, and she cocked her head to the side, catching snippets of the argument raging between her sisters. Apparently, Suvi had dropped a box of fluorite crystals, and Isis was on the verge of going postal. Just a typical day at Black Moon. Shaking her head, Pema ignored them and wound her long blonde hair into a twist at the nape of her neck and went back to the papers she had been reviewing.

She didn’t particularly enjoy the bookkeeping portion of their business, but someone had to do it. For two straight years business had boomed, allowing them to pay Cele, their High Priestess, back the money she loaned them. She had given them a loan to start Black Moon Sabbat, and it had taken a mere eighteen months to pay her back. They were proud of that fact, given the economy and Cele’s astronomical interest rate.

More quarreling reached her in the back room, and with a sigh, she stood up. Time to play peacemaker. Pema was beginning to rethink her idea of opening earlier in the morning to service more of their human clients. There were too many nights they stayed up late trying to find the perfect martini. Prosperity came at a price, she thought, as she made her way from the office to see what had happened. But it wasn’t like they were going to give up their pursuit of the perfect martini any time soon.

Glancing around the shop, she swelled with pride. They had built Black Moon from the ground up. The store was as unique to the Tehrex Realm as Pema and her sisters were. Neither should exist, yet they did and were thriving. Pema and her sisters believed the ignorance of their youth was partially responsible.

They were the youngest witches in the realm, and were impetuous enough to take the risk to create a business that brought humans into close proximity with the realm. They enjoyed interacting with humans, and thrived off of the unique verve for life they had. However, that didn’t mean they were completely senseless. They understood the Goddess’ edict to maintain secrecy, and would never do anything to risk exposure. But they liked to toe the line.

The pungent odor of lavender and jasmine claimed Pema’s attention and almost knocked her over when she entered the front. She glanced around to see Suvi standing amidst a mess of books and various teas, with the pricing stickers in hand. She noticed the decks of tarot cards had already been labeled and set off to the side.

“What are you two bickering about?” Pema asked.

“We are too damn tired to be up and functioning this early, and butterfingers here, dropped a case of fluorite. The entire box is damaged. Thankfully, I managed to save the potions we made last night. Had she broken those, we would be looking at an even bigger mess,” Isis griped. “I mean, seriously, those magics, if mixed, would be lethal. When we stay out ‘til two or three, it isn’t wise to open at ten.” Pema pursed her lips at the familiar argument her sisters made to push back her new hours.

“But, you did save the potions, and this,” Pema gestured to the mess around Suvi, “is nothing. We’re a team, remember? We couldn’t run this place without watching each other’s backs. And, lest you forget, Suvi sells more crystals and leather pouches than the two of us put together. I’ll bet she can sell the damaged ones, just as easy,” Pema told Isis as she crossed the room and pulled Suvi into a hug.

“Ugh, whatever. I won’t say I’m sorry to her. She needs to try and pay attention for once. All it will take is one serious mishap with our potions to prove Cele right, that mom and dad should have forced us to stay at Callieach Academy all those years ago, and I’ll be damned if I prove that witch right about anything.” Isis stomped to the big, wood bookshelves that had been in the Rowan family for centuries, irritation in her every step. Isis was easily upset, but Pema shared her disgust about Cailleach Academy. Pema never wanted to be under Cele’s thumb again.

“I don’t know why you let that female get under your skin. I don’t like her, but I’m not going to spend my time worrying about her unnecessarily. I’d rather talk about Confetti Too opening tomorrow night. I wonder if the Dark Warriors will be there,” Suvi sang as she flitted about, placing books here and there haphazardly. Pema smiled as she watched her sister, wishing she was more easy-going like Suvi. Everything seemed to roll off Suvi’s back, barely ruffling her feathers.

“I’m sure they’ll be there. This is Killian’s club, I doubt they’d miss the grand opening,” Isis offered with a sly grin, her temper finally cooling down.

“On that note, I’m going to change the stone on this wrap to a rose quartz. I want some lovin’ in my future,” Pema said, waggling her eyebrows as she crossed to the RockCandy Leatherworks display, glad to have the mood lightened. It was her favorite jewelry, and she always wore one of the handcrafted pieces.

“That isn’t the right choice of stone if sex is what you want, sister. You need the red jasper. It stimulates vitality,” Suvi commented as she walked over to help her pick.

Pema shuddered, Suvi was right. No way did she want love. Love brought nothing but heartache and trouble. “Thank the Goddess you are so much better at remembering that stuff than I am,” she replied as she looked through the assortment of stones. “That could have backfired on me,” Pema admitted as she unscrewed the rose quartz from the leather band and replaced it with the red jasper.

Being a witch and connected to the earth, Pema felt the power in natural objects like these stones. As the effects of the stone began humming through her system, she turned to the less pleasant task of cleaning the store. “Help me grab the ladder, Suvi. I want to dust the candles on the top shelf. Have you heard anything more about the updates to the club? When we added our protections it was all steel beams and brick, but I’ve heard it has a whole different feel to it, and that Killian hired additional security. That doesn’t surprise me given the skirm attack.”

Pema was going against her better judgment in asking Suvi to help her, but her sister needed a boost after the fiasco with the fluorite. As they reached the storage room and gazed at the tall wooden ladder, Pema briefly rethought her decision when she saw the shoes her sister had on. Suvi was always dressed to the nines, no matter what they were doing, and today was no different with her six-inch heels. She sent a silent prayer to the Goddess that they managed without further destruction.

“I heard that Killian had the council members send him their strongest males,” Suvi shared as they maneuvered through the halls, “Of course, that means there will be new, highly-mackable males.”

Pema released the breath she had been holding when they managed to make it into the open area without breaking anything else.

“Yeah, but can they dance? I’m ready to hit the floor and shake my thang,” Isis said as she sashayed over to the stereo and changed the music to a club mix. Pema and Suvi started laughing as Isis began to bump and grind to the sound as she spoke.

“Stop shaking your ass and grab some black candles from the back,” Pema told Isis as she climbed up the ladder. “I sold the last we had out here to Camelia a couple hours ago.”

Isis winced as she headed to the back. “No telling what crazy Camelia is conjuring with them.”

“I heard she was trying to bring her son back from the dead,” Suvi said, handing Pema the feather duster.

“You can’t believe everything you hear. She may be trying to communicate with him, but she’s not crazy enough to believe she can bring him back, resurrection isn’t possible.” Pema figured Cele was spreading the rumor to discredit Camelia, given the bad blood between them. There was nothing worse than sibling rivalry, and Pema thanked the Goddess that she and her sisters were as close as they were. She reached over and the ladder swayed under her feet, so she quickly muttered a stability spell. It would hurt like a bitch if she fell from the very top.

“I know. It’s as insane as what they say about us. I mean, we could never be part of a hostile takeover,” Suvi replied from below where she was now rearranging necklaces on the glass counter.

Pema nodded her agreement as she ran the duster over the shelf and candles. “That’s the problem with prophecies. They are vague, confusing—” She stopped talking when the tinkling of the wind chimes above the front door signaled they had a customer.

A cool breeze blew through the room, chilling the air. She twisted around to see the most stunning male walk through the door. He was easily six feet tall and had thick, brown hair that fell in soft curls around his ruggedly handsome face. He had a strong, square jaw that she immediately imagined running her tongue over. His warm, brown eyes invited her to share her secrets, and suddenly it wasn’t so chilly anymore.

Her gaze traveled over him and she noticed that his jeans were tight in all the right places, and she could easily make out his firmly muscled legs. He took her breath away and she desperately wanted him.

Her sex tightened with need, and arousal flooded her panties as she was overcome with an uncontrollable lust for this stranger, and she couldn’t focus on anything but getting him into the office for a quick tryst. She became light-headed when a feathering sensation in her chest set her heart racing. She wondered what was wrong with her. She was no blushing virgin, but she had never responded like this when looking at a male.

Reaching up to wipe the sweat from her brow, she lost her hold on the ladder. As she felt air rush past her, she never once thought to utter a spell. She blamed it on the fact that her brain malfunctioned from hormone overload. Rather than landing in an ungainly heap on the floor, she was caught by big, strong arms and an electrical current raced across her skin the moment they touched. She wanted to climb to the top of the ladder to have this male catch her again. Then again, that would mean him putting her down, and she had no desire for that to happen.

“Are you okay?” His voice was gruff, and she loved it. The sound sent liquid heat spreading from her abdomen to her core and had her melting into his body.

As much as she didn’t want to, she needed to put space between them or she was going to lose control. She pushed against his broad shoulders for him to let her go. She didn’t fight it too hard when he refused to release her. “I’m okay. Nice catch, by the way. I’m not usually caught off-guard like that.”