Witch Christmas by Caroline Mickelson

Author:Caroline Mickelson [Mickelson, Caroline]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General Fiction
Publisher: PublishDrive
Published: 2016-10-19T04:00:00+00:00

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A thunderous crash was the first sound that Tessa heard as the spell delivered her right in the middle of...where? She glanced around to try to get her bearings. There was a melancholy honky-tonk sound coming from a corner jukebox. Smoke assailed her nostrils, she lifted a hand and waved it in front of her face. At least it was cigarette variety, not the trapped in a burning building kind. Still, it made her want to gag. And what was that horrendous noise coming from outside the building? It had at first sounded like a crash, but it was more of a roar. She took a tentative step, but stopped when she heard something snap underfoot.

Because it was too dim to see clearly, she knelt down and gingerly touched the floor. Sticky. Ewww. She pulled her hand back, no longer caring what she might crunch. As her eyes adjusted to the dark she saw that she was in a bar. A biker bar, which would explain the loud noises coming from outside the building. How was it that people who rode motorcycles didn't go deaf? She glanced down at her feet and realized that she'd stepped on a small pile of peanut shells that sat atop sawdust. Damian obviously favored first rate establishments.

She glanced around, ignoring the stares of several burly men. And women. What were they called? Biker chicks? She met the gaze of one woman and held it for a long moment. The two women certainly were dressed as if they were from two different worlds, Tessa had never owned a bandana in her life and she'd never worn black leather. Well, not in public anyway. But the gleam of spirit and strength she saw in the woman's gaze was something she recognized. She nodded, the other woman did the same, and Tessa turned her attention to the group of men standing by the bar.

It was impossible to tell which one was Liam's black sheep brother from this far away. She strode toward the bar and nudged her way into the center of the crowd. A hush fell over the assembled men, ten of them in all, as they turned to look at the newcomer.

A large man with a gray, grizzled beard spoke first. "What are you looking for, young lady?"

Tessa flicked her hair over her shoulder with her clean hand. "I suppose a lemon scented, heated towel would be asking too much?"

An uneasy titter rippled through the group, as if they didn't know what to make of her or her request.

"I'll settle for a glass of water and a paper napkin then."

These were procured in short order and Tessa did the best she could to clean her hands. This was as close as she'd ever come to camping. Much as she'd always thought, it wasn't for her. Satisfied she'd removed three layers of yuck, she snapped her fingers to get the bartender's attention. "A beer, please. Imported, something Dutch preferably."

She ignored the bartender's blank look and turned around to survey the men standing around her.

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