Antique Mirror

By D.F. Jones

"I really enjoyed reading Antique Mirror. It was quick, light, but with some suspense. Because it's a short read, the suspense parts are minimal but works well with the story. The pace is very fast, so there is never a dull moment. I happily give this book a 5-star rating! Highly recommended to those who like quick reads with a little suspense and romance."
 

Victoria is a budding artist who buys an old farm to renovate the old cabin and barn for her home and art gallery. Days after moving in, she keeps noticing shadows from an antique mirror, over the fireplace, which was left by the previous owners. One evening after talking with her art dealer, Max, she's relaxing in front of the fire when a man appears on the other side of the mirror. He begins to talk to Tori, and she's drawn to him. Curious more than anything, she places her hand on the mirror and is pulled into another dimension. Johnathan's been living in the cursed mirror for over a hundred years, and Victoria is his only hope of escape, but the young witch Jasmine has other plans for them.

• Language: English
• Publisher: D.F.Jones
• Release date: Feb 18, 2016
• ISBN: 9780986122750

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Antique Mirror

Antique Mirror

D. F. Jones

Published by D.F.Jones, 2016.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

ANTIQUE MIRROR

First edition. February 18, 2016.

Copyright © 2016 D. F. Jones.

ISBN: 978-0986122750

Written by D. F. Jones.

Also by D. F. Jones

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Anna's Way

Lee's Lesson

Sandy's Story (Ditch Lane Diaries Book 3)

Angel Watcher (A Ditch Lane Diaries Short Story)

The Witches of Hant Hollow

The Witches of Hant Hollow

The Witches of Hant Hollow 2

The Witches of Hant Hollow 3: Frostville

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Shifting Magic: Shifters & Mages, Sci-Fi Fantasy, & Paranormal Romance

Watch for more at D. F. Jones’s site.

Antique Mirror

D. F. Jones

Contents

Dedication

Antique Mirror, a short story

Excerpt from The Witches of Hant Hollow

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

About the Author

Also by D. F. Jones

To my mother, Earlene

Antique Mirror, a short story

Rockvale, Tennessee 2015

Maybe this wasn't a great deal, after all, Victoria said, talking to herself as she navigated her silver Jeep down the narrow driveway in need of serious attention and seemed to go on forever until the property finally opened up to a meadow.

Ooh, ooh! There it is—the cozy cabin in the woods.

Victoria sucked in a deep breath as she looked around the small farm. Wild daisies scattered throughout the property, and a white picket fence enclosed the small yard. A trellis of roses climbed both rock fireplaces on either end of the cabin with a covered front porch and stained-glass windows over the door. Tori noticed a small barn with a red, tin roof, and a split-rail fence running along the perimeter of the property.

Oh, this is too good to be true. Victoria stepped out of her Jeep and put on her professional smile; it’s show time.

At twenty-eight, Victoria Frost was a successful artist in Nashville with her naturalist representations of landscapes and abstract still lifes. Tori’s skillful painting technique created an illusion of texture with bold colors. She’d sold her big pieces at the Heart and Soul Gala for The Children’s Hospital.

Many local art dealers around the Nashville area had indicated to Max Dupres, Tori’s agent, they’d host fundraisers and galas if she had her own studio and gallery. An art barn would be ideal to not only work but to rent out for a variety of events while displaying her art for sale.

Tori had been dreaming of a place like this to work, hike and be at one with nature. Hell, she might even buy a dog.

The Realtor nearly crushed Tori’s fingers with his handshake. Victoria Frost, I’m Andy Crenshaw, Crenshaw Realty. So glad you found it. There was another couple who just left, and they loved the place.

Oh, please, not that old sales ploy. My friends call me Tori, and if someone else is interested, I’ll go. There’s another property in Leaper’s Fork I’m looking at this afternoon. Tori turned to leave, and her inner diva did a fist pump.

Andy stepped around in front of her and hastily replied, Ah, now Tori, surely you’ll take a look-see around the property while you’re here. The couple was interested, but I don't think they’ll qualify for the loan.

Tori turned, walked up the steps, and entered the cabin. She stood in the foyer for a few minutes to get a feel for the place. There was a gorgeous antique chandelier hanging overhead, and two huge rooms flanked either side of the foyer. Each room had a rock fireplace with an ornate design of vines and small flowers carved in the oak mantles.

A beautiful antique mirror with a dark walnut frame hung over the fireplace in the room to the right. Tori mentally placed her bed in the corner and a chaise next to the fireplace. There was a double window offering a splendid view to the front of the property and a bay window on the other side of the room giving her a look at the back of the farm.

The cabin had superb trim work along with recessed lighting, a feature Tori loved. The main living area had cedar bookshelves. The one-floor home was perfect because she hated climbing stairs. The current homeowners recently built a new addition to the cabin which held a sitting room and a kitchen with stainless steel appliances and black granite countertops. The place was a steal at $160k.

I’m interested, but I need a PDF sent to my email with a house inspection. I’ll offer $145k in cash if the house is sound. What about the barn? May I see it? Tori looked at the Realtor’s eyes and knew he was salivating for a sale.

The barn was renovated for horses. It has electricity, running water, and a bathroom. Do you ride? Andy smiled at Tori.

The barn sealed the deal. The opening in the back of the barn overlooked a hollow and a pond. Tori could hire a contractor to turn the barn into her studio if the seller took her offer. Well, my offer stands, Andy.

Miss Frost, I’ll present your offer to the homeowners, but I think you may have a deal.

Two weeks later, Tori had moved her belongings