The
leading lady’s of The Reigh Witch Chronicles are about to face their
greatest challenge yet. Defeating the darkness once and for all. She’s
the middle sister, we’ve watched her grow and now Kassy will save her
sister, defeat Phoenix Winston and kick Lilith’s butt all the way to
kingdom come.
Title: FOREVER WITCH
Author: Billie Dale
Genre: Paranormal Romance
About FOREVER WITCH:
My mission, should I accept: find my sister before our family
self-destructs.
Phoenix Winston, villainous madman extraordinaire, gave my
sister, Bryenna, a grave ultimatum: become his prisoner or someone dies. She
chose life with him over the death of her family.
Now, me and my BFF/Bodyguard/hunka-hunka burning love—Mathias
Marshall—must locate, save, and bring her home.
Should be a piece of cake with a family full of magic, right?
Since the day we stepped through the portal into Erigate, we
have faced one battle after another. This realm offers many things but a simple
life isn’t one.
Step one: Rescue Bryenna.
Step two: Defeat Lilith and Phoenix
One quest leads to the next. Swooping in to save the girl
will end in the ultimate battle. To beat Lilith and Phoenix once and for all we
need all lips cackling over the cauldron, a ton of ingenuity, a legion of
supernaturals, and a whole lot of crossed fingers.
Challenge accepted.
*The final novel in The Reigh Witch Chronicles series. An
action-packed adventure full of magic, mayhem, laughs, and love. *
*
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Excerpt:
I crawl on my hands and knees to the seawater’s edge.
“Kassy,” screams from my lips.
“Mathias!” calls on
the wind but not in the musical voice I desperately need to hear.
It is the petrified screech of a mother whose eyes are not
finding the daughter she expected to see. I can’t pull my eyes from the expanse
of surface dancing flecks of gold.
The sea before me twinkles almost in delight as if it didn’t
swallow half my soul.
Shay falls to her knees, grabs my shoulders twisting until
I’m facing her but I can’t meet her eyes.
My head angles to where the small waves grab tufts of sand,
swirling it before pulling back only to push forward again. Lather, rinse,
repeat.
Does the water have no shame? It allowed a woman, who
worshiped its power, to drift to the bottom of its murky depths and has the
nerve to still play along the shore?
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