Storm Watch (Woodland Creek) (15 page)

Luke wasn’t one to be self-conscious about his nudity, but it would be a bit difficult to explain to the other officers when they arrived. Thankfully, TJ had come alone. “Yeah, thanks, man. Is Arnold okay?”

“Yeah, the bastards knocked him out cold, but he’s tough old bird. He’ll be fine.”

Luke nodded, relieved.

It was over.

Finally over.

He looked at Storm. “Wanna get married?”

C
hristmas morning dawned bright and clear. Luke rolled over in bed and smiled at Storm. “Morning,” he whispered in a sleep-roughened voice.

Storm smiled. “Morning.”

“We don’t have to get up today,” he said with a teasing light in his eyes.

“We don’t? Of course we don’t.” She paused. “Why don’t we?”

He hugged her, then lowered his head and kissed her gently, and rested his hand on her flat stomach where their baby rested. “Because I found my Christmas gift in the snow storm.”

Storm snuggled against him, and reached her hand down between his legs, caressing him softly. “I want mine still,” she whispered.

Luke gave a shaky laugh and rolled her onto her back. He entered her in a smooth thrust. “Is this what you want?” he teased, kissing her, loving her.

“Oh yes,” she purred. “This is what I want.”

It was much later before they climbed from the bed, exhausted, to shower and get ready for the day.

Later, as she sat on the couch with the man she loved watching the tree lights, she smiled. She’d gotten her present, too. He was sitting right next to her, an arm wrapped around her shoulder as she rested her head on his chest.

“I love you, husband,” she said softly.

“I love you, too, my Storm. Forever. Happy Birthday,” he said, sticking a small box into her hand.

Storm lifted her head and smiled. She opened the box and laughed. It was a snow globe.

~The End~

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Woodland Creek
!

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Woodland Creek
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About the Author

I’ve always been addicted to stories with a happy ending. Whether I’m writing fantasy, romantic suspense, paranormal or urban fantasy, my books will always have that
Happily Ever After.
 

I’ve been writing as long as I can remember. I wrote my first play in the third grade. My school put it on at Christmas time. I was furious with my sister for getting married that night. I missed my own play.

Over the course of time, I’ve worked in several careers. I was a police officer, an EMT, and a teacher. I even worked as a journalist/photographer for a small-town newspaper. I’ve lived all over the US and Canada. I’m a born wanderer. When I can’t travel in real life, I travel in my books. I hope you enjoy the trip. 

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Current Releases (All Available on Amazon)

Linked
(Prophecy Book One
)

Holding the Link
(Prophecy Book Two)

Once Forbidden
(The Hunted Series Book One)

Once Bitten
(The Hunted Series Book Two)

Love’s a Witch
(Karma’s Witches Book Two)

Healing Karma
(Karma’s Witches Book Five)

Sharp as Steele
(Karma’s Witches Book Six)

Karma’s Coven
(Witches of Karma: Rose Circle Coven Book One)

Dream of Me (Remember Book One (writing as HS Welsh))

Getting the Edge
(Betrayed Book One)

Storm Watch
(Woodland Creek Series)

COMING SOON!

Forbidden Link (Prophecy Book Three)

Unlinked (Prophecy Book Four)

Karma
’
s Steele (Karma
’
s Witches Book Eight)

Once Hunted (Hunted Series Book Three)

Witch Way to Run (Witches of Karma: Rose Circle Coven Book Two)

Karma’s Steele

by

Hope Welsh

Witches of Karma (Book 8)

(Subject to Revision)

E
ven after a night’s sleep, it was hard to believe that I might actually have sisters I’d never even known existed until a few months ago.

The plan to get my powers back had, of course, backfired. Apparently, the women I’d thought had taken them were just as innocent in this whole mess as I’d begun to suspect within hours of taking Amethyst Samms. It still surprised me that she’d forgiven me for that. She was a woman that I knew I’d like to consider a friend. The jury was still out on that man of hers. Shawn did not forgive quite so easily—not that I could blame him. After all, I’d held the woman he loved for hours—and at gunpoint to boot.

I cringed. I still was surprised that I could have done something like that! I was raised better than that. My poor aunt would have turned over in her grave if she’d seen what I had done.

My brothers were a different matter. I still had no idea what to say to them—if anything more than, ‘it didn’t work’. I just wasn’t sure they’d believe me if I tried to explain that our father was very likely the reason we had no physical powers. Of course, we could still cast spells, thankfully.

I’d called and arranged to have some time off from the Service I worked for as a physician. My heart was just too…broken right now. I needed time to adjust.

Ever since the night my father had told us that the women had our powers, I’d been on a single-minded mission to get those powers back. I’d believed the man. But now, I was almost sure that he’d been manipulating my brothers and me from the start.

He’d had no intentions of letting us get our powers back. If I was right…he’d been hoping all six of us would be at the circle on the night of the eclipse. I think he’d planned on coming and taking all the powers. I didn’t want to think of what else he might have had in mind.

It was a sobering thought to realize that your own father had betrayed you on the most basic of levels—because trust was everything to me.

I would never trust him again.

And now, it was possible that the man was also the father of the three women I’d met, Amethyst, Amber and Topaz. Sisters. Triplets—just like Flint, Ian (or Obsidian as we called him when we wanted to get a rise out of him) and I. Our mother had also passed away under suspicious circumstances, though nothing had yet told me that her death had been anything more than a terrible accident.

I hoped that it was just that. I didn’t want to think that it was possible that the man had actually killed her. Just like I didn’t want to believe that he’d been responsible for the death of the women’s mother all those years ago.

I needed to reach out to him. Needed to hear his side of the story. Because if it was true, if he’d been responsible for the death of the mother, and of
our
mother, I’d stop him. Whatever it took.

Look for
Karma’s Steele (Karma’s Witches Book 8)
coming in January, 2016.