When the Starrs Align

Release Date: October 18, 2013
When the Starrs Align

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Ten years ago Regan Riley left town to save herself from the scourge of the Starrs. Twin warlocks Chance and Warrick tormented her one too many times, and she fled for safety. But she comes back before  the twins ascend and grow more powerful than she can handle. She has one final shot to  show them what it’s like to be bullied, and she plans to take it.

Chance and Warrick have been looking for the shapeshifting beauty for years. Some out of control magic in their youth made her miserable, and they want her back. But when the tricky feline refuses them, they decide on another way of apologizing. In bed. Before long, forgiveness turns to acceptance. But the twins won’t use her to help them survive their Becoming during the blood moon.  They lost her once before. They can’t do it again. Then Regan wrestles the decision from their hands, and it’s do or die. Because this time, losing her isn’t an option.

  • Release Date: October 18, 2013
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  • ISBN: 978-1-78184-484-7
  • Length: Novella

“I know you took my watch. Give it back.” A dark-haired, brooding mage, with eyes so black they’d always put Regan in mind of endless night, glared at his platinum blond twin.

“Please. What would I want with something that tells time?”

“Perhaps you wanted a keepsake? Because we both know that when the blood moon passes, I’ll be the stronger of us.”

“Bullshit. We both know I’m the one with all the talent.”

A blast of heat, then a sucking energy surrounded the black warlock before he shot it towards his brother. Even from her distance, Regan could feel the warmth, could see the aura of power flow from one brother to the other. It knocked the blond on his ass.

“Shit.” In retaliation, the white warlock rose, blew him a kiss, and shards of ice formed from the moisture in the air, striking the dark mage like tiny needles.

Ha! How do you like it, demonspawn? What does it feel like to be bullied by a Starr? Regan Riley had spent one too many days on the run from the Starr brothers while growing up in Darkton, North Carolina. After ten blessed years of peace, she had no intention of again becoming that scared little geek she’d once been.

She moved on stealthy feet—all four of them—and sneaked out of the house with a handsome watch in her mouth. She darted into the shadow of the barnyard that the jerks arguing inside the main house claimed as theirs and dropped the timepiece. But not pleased that they might be able to find it so easily, she looked around and spotted the perfect hiding place. Suckers.

She returned to her watching spot and hunkered down behind tall grass that hadn’t seen a mower or weed whacker in too long. Her whiskers twitched and her ears alerted her to the presence of field mice nearby. As much as she loved taking on the size and temperament of a domestic tabby, they tended to like to play a little too much. Maybe next time she’d assume the form of a panther to scare the crap out of her adversaries. She smirked at the thought and watched them launch lightning bolts, coils of dark energy and elemental whips of fire and ice at one another as they took their fight outdoors.

Still little boys in big bodies tormenting others. But this time she’d been smart enough to keep out of the crossfire and let them hammer each other.

“I need my watch to help me focus,” Warrick, the black warlock, growled at his brother.

“Screw off.” Chance sneered. “Maybe if you concentrated more on academics and less on swordplay—really, bro, in this day and age?—you wouldn’t need an object to focus you.”

“The sword isn’t for this dimension, asshole. And you’re one to talk. You would have failed out of high school if I hadn’t pulled you through.”

“Please. I was doing Principal Renner’s daughter. No way I was flunking.”

Warrick shook his head. “It’s all fun and games to you. This is serious, Chance. We have to focus. The blood moon is in two weeks. I need to concentrate, and so do you. That spell I was working on might seriously save our asses.”


She cocked her head, interested despite not wanting to be.

Chance sighed and lowered his hands. “All I know is that if we can’t find a familiar by then, we might as well call it quits.”

“True. Neither of us can successfully hold onto our power if we’re too busy trying to—”

She leant forward, not sure why he’d stopped talking. They might lose their power? Bingo. Now what could she possibly do to help that happen?

Then Warrick turned and stared right at her, through the tall grass hiding her small form from view.

Uh oh.

Warrick smiled, and the grin did nothing to reassure her. “I’ve got her now.”

Wondering how, once again, the tables had been turned, and not in her favour, she spun and raced through the barn and out into the forest behind it. She’d lose them in the woods for sure. Then she’d try to find some other way to get even with the idiots before they became too powerful for her to handle. If they weren’t already. Two weeks, and time was ticking…

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