Amidst the chaos, a neighboring coven is attacked, pushing Sophia to assume her place on the local council. On the brink of a supernatural war, Sophia must take action as some of the coven leaders seem to have their own agenda.
Published: August 18th, 2015
Sophia Morganthal is in over her head. Her struggles with trying to run a corporation and lead her coven cause havoc in Sophia’s personal life — mostly with her boyfriend, Connor.
Amidst the chaos, a neighboring coven is attacked, pushing Sophia to assume her place on the local council. On the brink of a supernatural war, Sophia must take action as some of the coven leaders seem to have their own agenda.
Running out of options, Sophia seeks help from the last group the council wants to involve. Will the risk be worth the reward or will she lose everything she fought so hard to attain?
EXCERPT
By the fifth day, I caved. Digging through my jewelry box, I found the card that Thomas, the Elder, had stuffed in my hand the day after the attack. After I met with the Elders to explain what had happened the previous day, he’d slipped me the card on his way out, with a whispered request to tell no one. I wasn’t sure what his intentions were, but I’d held onto that card ever since. Dog-eared and faded, I’d taken it out every night since the meeting, trying to decide whether to call or not. I always put it back. Why did it have to be a secret? Maybe this step was just too big. The Elders scared me. Their power over the witches in the United States was absolute and I’d seen the result of absolute power first-hand—on a smaller scale anyway. I just got away from one power hungry person, I didn’t need three more. And yet, I needed help and I couldn’t train myself. Resolved, I stalked over to the nightstand where my cell phone lay, and before I could change my mind, dialed the number on the card.
It rang once, twice, then three times before going to voicemail. His calm voice stated, “This is Thomas. Leave a message.”
I froze at the sound of his voice, staring at the phone in my hand like a ticking bomb. The message beeped loudly, shocking me out of my stupor. Shaking myself, I punched the end call button and dropped the phone on my bed, hands shaking. I didn’t know what happened. Within seconds, the phone began to ring, vibrating in a slow crawl over my bedspread. An unknown number was flashing on the screen. I reached out, my hand moving at a snail’s pace toward the phone, stopping an inch away as if it were a snake coiled and ready to strike. Blowing out a huge breath, I picked up the phone, my heart in my throat.
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About the author:
Kat Nichols was born and raised in the suburbs of Chicago. The youngest of four children, she'd been known to play for hours with only a cardboard box for entertainment. Her imaginary friends had friends... and family... and even little cities to play in. As she grew older, she began to put some of these stories down on paper, rather than keeping them in her head.
Writing a novel had always been a dream for her, perhaps an item on her bucket list, but it wasn't until she joined a writing group with other aspiring writers that she finally got to work.When not writing, Kat is reading or driving her son to and from practices and wishing she was reading.It depends on the day.
Kat still lives in the suburbs of Chicago with her wonderful husband, their hilarious son and their sometimes adorable and sometimes annoying cat.
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