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    Over The Moon
    Over The Moon
    Over The Moon
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    Over The Moon

    By Michelle Marquis

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    Jillian Cross is a very fortunate white witch. She has just inherited an old house from her deceased uncle, the notorious black magician Archibald Cross. But Jillian isn't as happy about acquiring the house as she is about the opportunity to search it. For Jillian suspects her long dead mother's bones are hidden somewhere inside that property, and she's determined to find them. Once she does, she can set her mother's restless soul free. Ed Justice is a first tier warlock who has renounced his evil ways and gone to work for the U.S. Bureau of Paranormal Investigations. Only on his second assignment, Ed is dispatched to the Archibald house to investigate the strange goings on there and certify the property clean. The only thing Ed isn't counting on is falling hard for the property's attractive new owner. Genre: Erotic Romance Paranormal Rating: Erotic Romance - Explicit (Contains adult content, language, and graphic sex)
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTorrid Books
    Release dateNov 1, 2009
    ISBN9781603136426
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      Over The Moon - Michelle Marquis

      Chapter 1

      Madam Korina’s Fortunetelling parlor was a seedy stand- alone storefront in the middle of downtown Sanford. A neon rainbow Open sign shone bright against the tinted window. The gutters, which had been damaged during the last hurricane, hung forlornly off the structure waiting for the damp wood rot to corrode their remaining screws. A decided feeling of loss surrounded it, much like the faded beauty of an aging movie star.

      Edward Justice stepped out of his black Ford pickup into the sweltering heat of a Florida summer. Glancing at his watch he wondered for the second time if he should just wait until nightfall to come. His powers would be much stronger then. It was five o’clock with actual darkness not due for another two to three hours. I’m here now, might as well get this over with. Walking along the cracked cement path, he pushed the rickety door open and stepped inside.

      A small air conditioning unit hummed in a corner window laboring beyond its ability to cool the stuffy room. Ribbons of alternating cold and heat licked at his face.

      Everywhere Ed looked there was occult merchandise: books on witchcraft and spell casting; aura reading; past lives; and even mind reading. A cracked glass case housed Tarot cards and small opaque vials of scented oils. The far end of the room was hidden by a curtain decorated with crescent moons and stars. Ed couldn’t help himself. He smiled. What a lot of silly, expensive junk.

      The curtain stirred and a woman he assumed was Madam Korina emerged dressed in a long green t-shirt, blue polyester pants, and worn leather sandals. With a distinct limp, she lumbered past Ed and settled on a wide stool behind the glass counter. He glanced at the warrant photo in his pocket and confirmed her identity. She looked to be close to sixty but Ed knew from her warrant her real age was fifty-two. A strong stench of cigarette smoke drifted up from her clothes. The woman ran her fingers through her hair showing gray roots. Can I help you, young man? she asked, breathing heavily as if the simple act of walking were a great and terrible burden.

      Ed hesitated then freed his dark power. Pure scarlet energy flowed from him in the form of four large vipers, hitting the ground with an audible thump and slithering toward the madam. She gasped and was about to bolt from her chair when he said, Be still while I search you. His voice had claimed the room: deep and commanding. The madam flinched from the sound like she’d been struck.

      The vipers reached her, slinking up her legs and penetrating her heart and mind. Within seconds Ed knew everything about her: her real name (which matched the warrant); her birth date; and even her favorite ice cream. He also knew her powers as a witch and psychic were nonexistent.

      Visions came to him unbidden, like movie trailers in his mind. In his vision he saw the madam luring clients with false newspaper ads, defrauding some with promises of winning lottery numbers and others with questionable donations to unscrupulous associates. Yes, Madam Korina had been a very busy woman but her nefarious deeds had now come to an end. Ed withdrew the vipers and the woman slumped.

      Helen Winters? Ed asked already knowing what her answer would be.

      The madam’s eyes fluttered open. She squinted at him as if trying to see inside his soul. Yes, that’s my name. But who are you and how did you…

      I’m Special Investigator Edward Justice with the US Paranormal Agency. I have a warrant for your arrest.

      A warrant for what? What crime have I committed? she sputtered.

      You have a warrant for fraud and conspiracy to commit fraud, among other things. You’ll have to come with me, he said.

      The madam, who only a moment ago appeared to be in dire need of a hip replacement, suddenly took off running. She sprinted from her chair and raced for the curtain and a doorway beyond. The woman moved with such startling speed, Ed almost lost her behind a locked door. Ed grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her away from the escape route.

      I’m not going back to federal prison! the woman shouted, clawing at the hand that held her. With a feral snarl, she dipped her head down and bit the flesh on the back of his hand.

      An explosion of furious rage filled Ed, quickening his blood. Like hot lava from an erupting volcano, molten anger crept over his senses and poisoned his goodwill. Unbidden, the dark power spilled from within, its lashing tentacles seizing the madam and throwing her against the wall with a harrowing crash. Ed stared in stunned disbelief. He thought he had more control than this. He had to stop this now. Taking a deep breath, he harnessed his mind and forced it to his will, summoning the dark power back into the secret place in his soul. When he finally had control, he rushed to the woman who was already struggling to her feet. She speared him with her venomous gaze.

      Freak! she spat out and pulled a knife from the elastic waistband of her pants.

      Ed froze. The madam was apparently tougher than she looked.

      I know your kind, she growled, coming toward him with the knife out in front of her. All high and mighty daring to judge me! It took me a moment to recognize you but now I realize who you are. Not many have power like yours. She lifted her free hand and pointed an accusatory finger at him. You’re that warlock they call the Black Prince!

      I’m not that man anymore, Ed said, keeping a wary eye on the knife. I protect people now from charlatans like you. He slid his ID card out of his pocket and held it out to her. The madam eyed his identification and he put it away. I work for the federal government and I’ve already told you why I’m here. So why don’t you put the knife down and come with me nicely?

      And if I don’t?

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