Scaredy Kat

By Dahlia Rose

Sometimes it's hard being a witch. Katrina Julio, fondly nicknamed Kat, sees herself as a mousy woman who is more into books and spells than looking for love. After another Halloween season comes around, and she goes to another party alone, Kat is fed up. She goes home and conjures a spell to find her true love. Who knew what summoning the magic would bring right to her door.

In another realm, Gareth is in a fight for his life. He is the Warlock of Herion, and his world has been taken over by Genesis who has stolen the “Gem of Chale.” Gareth was about to be destroyed when heard a soft voice repeating the words of a love spell. He finds himself being pulled through time and ends up on Kat’s living room floor.

Now Kat must learn to channel the power that is buried within her to help save Gareth--a man who has stolen her heart--and help him save his world! Love traveled through time to join them. Will it survive what is to come?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dahlia Rose
• Release date: Mar 7, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311201430

Dahlia Rose

Dahlia Rose is the best-selling author of contemporary, military and paranormal romance with a hint of Caribbean spice. She was born and raised on a Caribbean island and now currently lives in Charlotte, North Carolina, with her five kids, who she affectionately nicknamed “The Children of the Corn,” and her biggest supporter and longtime love. She has a love of erotica, dark fantasy, sci-fi, and the things that go bump in the night. With over six dozen books published Dahlia has become a reader favorite. Not only because of her writing but her vivacious attitude in talking to her fans online and at various events. Books and writing are her biggest passions, and she hopes to open your imagination to the unknown between the pages of her books. http://hearttoheartwithdahliarose.blogspot.com www.facebook.com/author.dahliarose www.twitter.com/dahliarose1029

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Dedication

To my own knight, who always give me my Halloween wishes.

Mr. Pearson you are my one and my only.

Chapter One

"In this time and in this hour, I call upon the ancient power;

"Goddesses of fire, earth, wind, and water,

"Grant me this boon on the witching hour.

"On All Hallow night, I, ask for my mate,

"My passion and desire will soon abate.

"Send me a love who can set fire to my heart;

"Set two souls on a sacred path.

"Goddesses, hear my plea;

Send my true love hence forth to me.

Kat stood in the sacred circle she had created with her eyes closed and sighed. Damn! Why wasn’t it working? As a practicing green witch, she had turned to a love spell as a last resort. But after attending another Halloween party alone, she decided enough was enough. Katrina Julio spent a lot of time in bookstores with her nose buried between the pages of a book. If it wasn’t that, she was at home creating herbal punches and charms for her Internet business. She was twenty-five and single, and compared to some of her friends, she considered herself mousy. Standing at only five feet, she had her curly locks colored bronze and that only happened because her best friend Sadie had convinced her to. She wore glasses over light brown eyes, and her skin was a golden brown color. Even though Sadie tried to convince her she was a hot chick, Kat could not see it. She was shy, and when it came to meeting guys, her tongue seemed not to work. Maybe that was why she was dubbed Scaredy Kat from the time she was a child.

After she walked home from the party amid the decorations to celebrate Halloween, which was a few days away, Kat decided enough was enough. What was the point of being a witch if she couldn’t use it to help herself every now and again? Sadie’s costume party was a huge success, but everyone there had come with someone or had hooked up at the party. By the time eleven came around, she had seen enough couples smooching in the elaborately decorated house or new couples forming while they talked that she’d had enough. Even Sadie’s husband had tried to hook her up with his dorky accountant. Kat knew she was not the shiniest jewel in the basket. But listening to the accountant . . . whatever his name was . . . talk about tax forms, well, it was like watching paint dry.

So she came home and pulled out one of her grandmother’s spell books from the chest where they were kept and blew off the dust. Her grandmother and her mother were all practicing witches and taught her the craft as she grew up. Her mopsy, a pet name she had for her grandmother, said she was going to be a witch of great power. Obviously not tonight, Kat thought miserably. The candle flames had not even danced like how they usually did when she charmed her potions and crystals. Kat sighed. She closed her circle and, after doing the ritual cleaning, went downstairs to feast on her junk food. Maybe stuffing herself with chocolate or some other treat would make her feel better.

It still won’t make your heart pangs of loneliness go away.

Oh, shut your trap, Mystique, Kat said in irritation

I’m just telling you what you already know. Those aren’t hunger pangs you are feeling.

Mystique was Kat’s familiar from the time she was eighteen. Her mother had sent her on a quest to find her familiar on her eighteenth birthday, and in Charlotte, North Carolina, it should not have been such a hard task. She had searched for three nights straight. Each time she came home with a cat, her mom asked, Did it speak to you? When she shook her head no, her mom tsked softly and said, Katrina, take that animal back to where you got it.

Finally, when she was walking home with her head down in defeat, she heard a voice ask, Hey, can you help me out here? Kat turned around swiftly and looked down when the voice yelled, Down here! Over by some bushes, she saw a dog caught in the thorny branches.

Are you talking to me? Kat asked softly as she squatted down to help the animal.

I’m not talking to myself, the dog replied.

I’m going crazy, she had thought to herself. But she took the dog home and her mom asked the same question. This time, she could answer with an emphatic yes that the animal had talk to her. He mom looked at the dog with a raised eyebrow but said nothing except, You found your familiar. And Kat was stuck with the little pug dog named Mystique who had picked her own name. For her size, the small dog had the personality of Mack truck. She could hear Kat’s thoughts and Kat could hear her replies. To anyone else, it just sounded like a dog barking. And now she had to listen to a pug dog tell her about her love life.

So did the spell work? Mystique asked. On short legs, she followed Kat into the kitchen. She jumped up on the bench of the breakfast nook by the window seat.

You weren’t even around when I came in the house. How did you know I was doing a spell? Kat replied, pulling cookie dough ice cream out of the fridge.

I know every time you send magic out, honey, since your mother charmed me. Plus, I am older than you, and I do have a thing called instinct.

In dog years, Kat said with a snort of laughter.

Fine, if you are going to be like that I’m going to bed.

I’m sorry, Mystique, come back! She forgot about how easily the little dog could be offended and tried to bribe her. "I’ll be good, and I’ll even make