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Visions Across the Veil: Night World, #3.5
Visions Across the Veil: Night World, #3.5
Visions Across the Veil: Night World, #3.5
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Visions Across the Veil: Night World, #3.5

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Narcissa expected to celebrate her wedding anniversary in quiet contemplation, thinking about her long dead husband. Instead he travels across the veil to see her and give her a dire warning. His warning changes everything but Narcissa doesn't know if she will be able to do what needs to be done before time runs out.
 

LanguageEnglish
PublisherGretchen S.B.
Release dateFeb 7, 2019
ISBN9781386008491
Visions Across the Veil: Night World, #3.5
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Gretchen S.B.

Gretchen is a Seattleite that loves her home. She has a day job as a Program Coordinator a local university. She is a struggling Indie Author, struggling as in she is trying to make her living writing books. She loves to read, write and create characters. As well as knit and binge watch Netflix. She is also on a sporadic book blog and internet radio show with some of her college friends. She currently lives with her husband and their mischievous Rotti mix, who always seems to find something new she shouldn't be chewing on. Gretchen loves to hear from her readers.

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    Visions Across the Veil - Gretchen S.B.

    Works by Gretchen S.B.

    NIGHT WORLD SERIES:

    Lady of the Dead

    Viking Sensitivity

    A Wolf in Cop's Clothing

    Visions Across the Veil (A Night World Novella)

    Hidden Shifter (Summer 2019)

    Berman's Wolves Trilogy:

    Berman's Wolves

    Berman's Chosen

    Berman's Secrets

    Berman’s Origin (Fall 2019)

    Anthony Hollownton Series:

    Hollownton Homicide

    Hollownton Outsiders

    Hollownton Legacy (Spring 2018)

    Delta House Series:

    The Doll Making Delta

    Romance Novellas:

    The Tongue-Tied Hunter

    Poker in Portland

    Big City Bachelor

    Pizza Pockets & Puppy Love

    A Flurry of Feelings

    Teacher’s Crush

    Acknowledgments

    I WANT TO START BY thanking all of you Night World fans. Thank you so much for hanging in there and waiting for each book.

    Thank you to everyone on my mailing list. I hope you enjoy this story as a show of my appreciation for your support.

    Thank you to my editor Lacie at Pelican Proofing and proofreader Markie at What A Nerd. You ladies made this story readable for everyone.

    Thank you to T.M. Franklin for giving this book such a beautiful cover.

    As always, thank you to my friends and family who cheer me on as I work toward my dream of being a full-time author.

    Last of all, but not least, is He who must not be tagged. Although he hates to be mentioned, he deserves credit for all his support.

    Chapter 1

    NARCISSA ROLLS HER eyes at the devilish smile and the Warrior who possesses it is standing on her front porch. He is, and always has been ridiculously handsome. Even though he is clearly several hundred years older than her, Narcissa has always considered him a young man. It doesn’t help that Warriors don’t age past the year thirty. As her body grows older Bandit and his brother remain the same rambunctious pirates they were when she first met them decades ago.

    Good morning, my favorite Southern Belle.

    Narcissa snorts at the platitude. He has called her that since she was a teenager. It wasn’t true when she actually lived in the South, and it certainly isn’t true now.

    Bandit does nothing to show his amusement at her reaction beyond a twitch of his mouth. My faithful vessel is in need of repairs that may take a few days. I was wondering if I might be able to negotiate a stay with you, as I would much rather enjoy the pleasure of your company than a stay at a hotel.

    Nodding, Narcissa moves out of the way so the strong, tall, not-so-young man can step inside. As he steps in, she hears the telltale creek that happens any time somebody enters her home. The building is over one hundred years old so that is to be expected. She expressly told both twins they were never to change it. Things like that give the house character in her opinion.

    She also knows he isn’t just here because he enjoys the pleasure of her company. Both Bandit and his brother Buccaneer take turns checking on her, making sure to visit every other month or so. They have been doing this since she reached her mid-sixties. Now that she is in her mid-eighties, it’s at least less annoying than it was twenty years ago. There are things about the house she needs assistance with. Having the Warriors stop by and do things for her helps a lot.

    Shaking that train of thought she smiles as she shuts the door. Convenient; you know I have breakfast at nine a.m. every day. Don't you worry, I had a feeling I'd be expecting one of you today so I made enough for two, she calls with a chuckle, as Bandit already stepped through a long entryway and into the kitchen.

    He sets the pack he brought with him down on the floor on the other side of the partial wall to wrap her in a large bear hug, lifting her off the ground.

    It is a welcome from both brothers she’s received since she was much younger. She wraps her arms around his neck, settling in to the friendly and familiar embrace and smiles.

    That is, until he swings her and his long black hair bats her face. Then she leans back, and he takes that as a signal to put her down.

    You know they can cut that for you. It is in fashion to keep it short, unlike when you were young, she teases before stepping around him and into the kitchen, turning off the stove, and removing the bacon she had warming in the oven. She had not known which brother was coming so she settled on bacon and oatmeal because either of them would eat that.

    There is a snort over her shoulder. Haven't you been paying attention, Narcissa? Long hair on men is in again. All I have to do is put it up in a man bun.

    Oh no you don't, not in my house! she barks over her shoulder at where she hears plates clanking.

    There are three young men with scruffy beards and constant buns three houses down, and they are some of the worst neighbors Narcissa has had in her life.

    What? You don't want me making friends with your neighbors? Bandit chuckles from right behind her.

    She turns, ladle in hand and begins pouring oatmeal into the outstretched bowls. Only if you plan on staying with them while your boat is fixed.

    He chuckles again before moving slightly out of her way so she can walk to her small kitchen table. You wouldn't roll me out into the wilds of Vancouver to fend for myself, would do?

    The snort that comes up from her throat is accompanied by her shaking her head as she sits in one of the chairs at her small kitchen table. You and Buck have been fending for yourselves for a long time now. You seem to do it just fine.

    He follows behind her, holding both bowls of oatmeal. He waits until she is seated before placing one in front of her and the other across the table. Next comes the business of plating the bacon.

    Don't think I didn't notice you are all dressed up today. What's the occasion? Do you have a hot date? As he asks the question, he sits down across from her.

    Narcissa gives a quiet, sad smile. It is my and Lloyd's wedding anniversary today. While it would be ideal to visit him in person, as you know his resting place is in Mississippi, so I go out and sit in my garden, conjure up a window to his gravesite and visit him from here. I figure it's a best-dressed occasion since the only times I see him are our anniversary and his birthday.

    Bandit's spoon is halfway to his mouth and covered in oatmeal. His expression of shock and surprise tells her he wasn’t aware of what today is, and he isn’t entirely sure whether his being there is the best idea. He lets out a few choice curse words, some of which aren’t common modern terms. I'm so sorry, Narcissa. Would you like me to leave and come back tomorrow?

    Love blooms in her chest for the pirate at his words. She gives him a soft smile, only this time it isn’t as sad. Don't be ridiculous. You are always welcome in my home. Besides, while I visit Lloyd there are a few things you can do around the house for me to keep yourself busy. She pats the hand he has resting on the table.

    He gives her an appraising look for several beats as if trying to decide whether to take her words at face value. He must decide to because he nods and lifts the spoon the rest of the way to his mouth. All right then. I assume the to-do list is in the usual place?

    The only response Narcissa gives is a slow nod. At the brothers’ request, she has kept a honey-do list of things to be done around the house for more than a decade. It's on her refrigerator on one of those magnetic notepads, and in true brothers’ fashion, it has pirates all over it. They clearly bought it from a children’s store and thought it was funny. The cartoon pirates don’t bother her any, and when Magical Practitioners come to visit her or seek advice or training they see that. Most people are either too awkward or too respectful to

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