Witch's Return: Stargazer Island, #1

By Sionna Trenz

Magic, myth, and mayhem meet fated love.

Finally back after fifteen years away, Stargazer Island still feels like home to Sonya McKenzie. Grieving and determined to leave her demons in her past, Sonya opens her heart and her ancestral home to old friends and new. Love, soul deep and long dormant, springs to new life.

But Sonya's demons are very real, and make Stargazer Island their playground. Evil energy builds as the stars align. With her circle at her side and the island at her back, Sonya joins the front lines in an age-old war.

With the fate of the entire world hanging in the balance, dark magic collides with the light of true love. Between Sonya and her demons, this is a fight to the death and only one will walk away.

 

Full length Novel (approx 82,000 words)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sionna Trenz
• Release date: Jul 27, 2022
• ISBN: 9798223414940

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Dedication

This book is for my husband.

Thank you so much for standing by me through everything and believing in me!

I know I say it a lot, but it bears repeating:

You are the best!

Table of Contents

Dedication

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen

Twenty

Twenty-one

Twenty-two

Twenty-three

Twenty-four

Twenty-five

Twenty-six

Twenty-seven

Twenty-eight

Twenty-nine

Epilogue

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One

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onya stood in the middle of her grandmother’s—now her—living room. Boxes surrounded her in organized chaos. She probably should have sold or donated all her belongings since her beloved Gram left her everything when she passed the month before. Sonya found it difficult to think of the place as hers, however. After eighty-four years, Cordelia Desmonda McKenzie’s spirit was strong. Sonya hoped replacing a few of Gram’s things with her own would help. At the least, she hoped it would help her work through her grief.

Memories assailed Sonya from the moment she set foot on Stargazer Island. Earlier, actually. Sonya stood at the bow of the ferry as it crossed the Atlantic from mainland Rhode Island remembering countless trips to see Gram, her bright emerald gaze starving for that first view of the high plateau of Stargazer Rock. As a child she loved waving to the fishing boats the ferry passed. The islanders always waved back. But then, they all knew who she was.

Life had been good. Until That Day. She never thought of it in any other terms. Certainly not as her eleventh birthday. Birthdays were supposed to be happy. That Day was anything but.

Sonya ruthlessly suppressed the grief that always rose when she thought of it. Her father murdered. Her mother’s fury. Sonya lost her Gram That Day as surely as she had lost her father. Her mother had always hated the island. She latched onto her husband’s death as reason to never return or allow her daughter to see her Gram again. She left Sonya isolated. Then she remarried less than a year later.

And now, at twenty-six years old, Sonya was finally back where she belonged.

A knock on the front door brought her back from the past. Weaving through the maze of boxes, she studied the shape of the man through the stained glass. He was easily half a foot taller than her own five foot, seven inches. Broad shoulders tapered into a trim waist. Something about the way he held his head slightly tilted struck a familiar chord.

It took a moment—probably longer than it should—for Sonya to talk herself into answering the man’s knock. The child she had been would have thought nothing of throwing the door open and immediately leaping into the arms of whoever stood on the other side. Because once upon a time, she had known everyone living on Stargazer Island, and would have been assured of their friendship. Now, after so long away, would that welcome still be there? Or would she need to prove that she was not abandoning the island again? Would the islanders even care enough to let her prove it? Worse, would they turn from her when they learned of her troubles?

Panic threatened, as it always seemed to, anymore, making her stomach churn and her hands shake. Sonya ruthlessly shoved it aside, erecting the veneer of calm she had long ago perfected. Fake it on the outside and the inside would follow. It had become her mantra since she first heard it on some wacky self-help YouTube video as a teen. Surprisingly, it worked for her in the face of her mother’s harsh criticisms and the ice-cold isolation at school. And it worked now, as Sonya took a deep breath and lifted her hand to the knob.

Opening the door, she took in the rugged face, square jaw darkened by stubble. Tan, weather-toughened skin sat beneath medium brown scruff. Intense, cobalt blue eyes warmed as the man studied her in turn, and Sonya recognized those eyes immediately.

Liam?

He shot her a lopsided grin and opened his arms. The nauseating fear of rejection faded as she leapt into them. Laughing, he spun her in a circle.

Does this mean I’m forgiven for the boardwalk incident, Pixie?

The fifteen years since she had last seen Liam disappeared as if they had never been. No longer uncertain of her welcome, at least with him, Sonya fell back into their normal interaction. She put her hands on her hips and glared in mock rage.

I’ll have you know I am now too tall to be a pixie, and you’ll only be truly forgiven once you buy me a replacement cone.

Liam chuckled appreciatively and swept her a bow. Your pardon, my fairy queen. Please allow your humble servant to buy you an ice cream cone.

Sonya’s laughter pealed sweetly as she nodded. She grabbed her ID and cell off the table by the door. Liam stopped her before she joined him on the porch.

Keys?

She raised a brow in question. The islanders rarely, if ever, locked their doors. Liam grimaced.

Your mother didn’t tell you?

Tell me what?

He wondered at the change in her tone of voice the moment he mentioned her mother. Someone broke in a week ago.

SONYA stared at him in shock. Liam saw her emerald eyes cloud as she frowned, clearly upset. She remained silent as she grabbed the keys, shut and locked the door, and headed up the garden path to the gate. That was something new. Sonya had always been an open sort, talking out whatever she was thinking without hesitation. At least, with him and their friends.

I’ve spoken to my mother every day this month. She never mentioned a break-in.

We didn’t notice anything missing when we investigated, but you would likely know better than we would.

He caught Sonya’s sideways glance toward his police uniform, unsurprised by her next question.

Is Ed Simons still Chief of Police?

He is. As they turned onto Main and walked toward the south shore, away from town, he added, This will be his last year, though. Ed received some bad news from Doc. Not exactly life threatening at the moment, but it was enough that the Council approved his early retirement. He and Cora want to spend more time with their grandchildren. They’ll likely spend their winters as snowbirds since their daughter lives in Georgia. They’ll all come back here over the summers.

Let Ed know if he or Cora need anything, I’ll be happy to help, Sonya told him quietly. Then she glanced over again. Abby has children?

Liam grinned. A little girl and twin boys. I haven’t met the twins yet, but the girl, Mayelle, is adorable. She’s three, and as wild as any of us ever were.

Sonya laughed softly again. This time, there was a note of sorrow in the sweet sound.

I can’t wait to meet them. It’s been so long since I’ve seen anyone.

Frowning, Liam asked the question that had been bothering him for years. Why didn’t you come back?

He fought to suppress the hurt and the grief that, while muted by time, still stung. The last time he had seen her had been at her father’s funeral. Forced to stand beside her mother, Sonya’s tear-filled gaze had sought him out, clinging to him like he was her lifeline. And after everything they had been through, he felt the same way about her.

Once the funeral ended, Liam ran through the woods between his house and Miz Delia’s in search of her. Only she was not there. Her grandmother told Liam that Sonya and her mother had left for the ferry directly from the cemetery. They had not even had a chance to say goodbye. Liam waited, summer after summer, but the little girl with blue-black hair and huge emerald eyes never returned.

My mother.

Recalled to the present, Liam remained silent in the face of that flat statement and took her hand. The look in her eyes, and that somewhat emotionless, robotic voice, left him no choice. She needed some physical connection to the world outside her memories. Liam had sworn an oath when they first met that he would protect and stand beside her. He might only have been five at the time, but no way was he going to renege now.

After a moment of silence, Sonya sighed. She refused to allow me to come home after Dad…

Liam squeezed her hand, still missing Connor McKenzie after all these years. Unlike his wife, Connor was always ready with a friendly smile and words of advice or praise. How he had come to marry such a cold woman as Eleanor was a total mystery.

Sonya sent him a small smile.

She remarried quickly. Albert had a large household staff. Enough to ensure I could not contact anyone mother disapproved of. Sonya grimaced. I wrote letters from boarding school, but never heard back.

No one ever received a letter from you, Liam answered her unasked question.

Sonya did not look surprised. I believe the school staff stole them. I was always watched. It was like being under house arrest.

Liam had a feeling it had been much worse than that, but Sonya did not say anything more. It gutted him that he could not protect, or at least avenge her. But it was obvious that Sonya wanted to put the past behind her. And now that she was back on Stargazer, Liam would make damn sure that past could not hurt her again.

They reached the Ice Cream Shack at the edge of the beach, in front of the line of large boulders separating the sand from the wharf. Once a small cottage, it had been transformed into a hotdog and ice cream stand back in the fifties. Ice cream, hot pretzels, and hotdogs were still served from a window on the covered front porch. Colorful May blooms filled the familiar flower beds. Aside from a new coat of bright blue, green and pink paint, it still looked much as it had when they had stopped there as children.

Both he and Sonya smiled as a tourist couple tried to control the chaos of their multiple children as they waited impatiently for their cones. Liam saw Sonya’s eyes dance with suppressed laughter. Some things never changed.

Once the children had their treats, their parents herded them toward the beach. Liam and Sonya stepped up to the window. Glancing over, Liam raised a brow.

Chocolate explosion?

Sonya grinned appreciatively, though whether because he remembered her preference or at the thought of her favorite dessert, Liam could not be sure.

You know it.

He placed her order and asked for the caramel coffee ice cream. Cones in hand, they meandered toward the picnic tables nearby. Once settled, Liam resumed their conversation.

Your grandma said you graduated early and got accepted to Boston U.

That’s right. It got me out of that house, but sadly not out from under Albert’s control. Even with my scholarship I struggled just for money to eat, let alone pay for a trip back here. Things did get better once I received my Bachelors’ Degrees. I got a job at a museum, which gave me the contacts to start an online research and translation company while I took a few business courses at night and taught at a community college. It was still a struggle, but my roommate and I were able to afford an apartment together. We could even scrape together enough to have a night of fun once a month.

It must have felt good when you finally broke free of Albert and your mother, Liam observed.

Sadly, I wasn’t as free as I had hoped. Albert had someone monitoring me, even after I graduated. I was good at saving money by that point and had enough to pay for a trip to the island. Someone broke into our apartment and smashed everything. The cost of repairs and replacement took every last cent. Another time, I had already bought a bus ticket when the professor I worked with at the museum suddenly informed me he was taking a sabbatical and needed me to teach his summer class. Not doing so would have cost me my job. Since the bus ticket was non-refundable and non-transferrable, I lost the money.

She did not mention the time she had been mugged on her way to her apartment. Medical fees for her concussion and broken leg had taken her savings once again. Sonya shoved the encroaching memories of everything that happened after her Gram’s death back forcefully. No way was she going there. She sighed.

Whenever Gram tried to buy me a ticket or help me out, something would happen to prevent it. Every time. Finally, Gram began visiting me in Boston. Mother pitched a fit when she found out, but it was a lot easier to ignore that when she lived on the opposite side of the country.

Liam laughed. I’ll bet. So, I heard you got degrees in history and language.

He had a feeling Sonya was downplaying the incidents she told him about. He could read between the lines well enough to build a picture of her life after her dad’s death. It chilled him. So did the haunted look in her eyes, which was why he changed the subject. She needed to focus on the positives for a while.

I did.

Congratulations, smarty-pants.

Sonya smirked. What would be smart is figuring out how to make a living here on the island.

You planning on sticking around then?

Absolutely. This is home. Finishing her ice cream, Sonya looked expectantly at Liam. How about you? What have you been up to? Were you able to enlist like you’d hoped?

Liam stood with her and grabbed her hand again as they headed back up Main. When his brain caught up with that automatic, familiar gesture, he glanced over at Sonya to make sure she was okay with it. She had never balked when he had taken her hand years ago, but fifteen years was a long time and boundaries could change. Relief and something more, something oddly close to elation, filled him when her smile remained bright, and her hand gripped his back.

Yep. Went into the Navy right after graduation, Liam told her. I got out last year and came home. That same day, Chief Simons was pestering me to join the force. His two officers both needed leaves of absence, and the others had retired and left the island. Budget issues and red tape kept the county from sending him full time help. It was a mess.

Sonya stopped and turned to face him. Thank you for your service, Liam.

Going onto her toes, she reached up and kissed the corner of his mouth. She began walking again, a blush rising to her cheeks.

So are the other officers you mentioned coming back?

Still feeling a tingle where Sonya’s lips had touched, Liam fell into step beside her again. Given the attraction he felt the moment he laid eyes on her, it was no surprise her kiss would cause sparks. The sudden fire he had to fight to contain? That was unexpected. He would have to watch it, or he could find himself jumping ahead too many steps. He needed to focus on something else. Like the question Sonya was still waiting for an answer on.

George Addison already is. He had to take care of his mother on the mainland. He’ll be the next Chief of Police once Ed retires. Town Council already approved his appointment. Rowan Ellis will be back in a month or so. He was in a pretty bad accident. It’s taken multiple surgeries, but he’s almost fully recovered. Just finishing therapy.

I’m glad to hear Rowan will be all right. Gram told me about the accident, but not how bad it was.

While George was eight years Sonya’s senior, and Rowan three, Liam was not surprised Sonya remembered them both. The island was a small community. George had been good at keeping everyone in line, and Rowan had always been a team captain along with Liam. They made sure the youngest children were always included.

So, you were Ed’s only officer for quite some time then?

Actually no, Liam shot her a quick grin. One of my shipmates was discharged with me and came here too. Ed hired us both.

THEY reached Sonya’s gate. Liam nodded toward the house. Following his gaze, Sonya saw a man lounging on her front porch steps. She let Liam lead her up the walk as the man stood. An inch shorter than Liam, this man’s shoulders were even broader, reminding her of a linebacker. Completely bald with skin the color of coffee and hazel eyes, he was undeniably handsome. Especially when he smiled.

Was wondering where you were, Merlin.

Merlin?

Liam and the man exchanged that one-arm, back slap hug men seemed to favor and grinned down at Sonya.

My nickname in the Navy, he explained. Sonya, this is Sam LaSalle, aka ‘Voodoo’. Sam, meet Sonya McKenzie.

Sam took her hand, surprising Sonya by pulling her in for a hug.

It’s great to finally meet you, Sugar. Liam’s told his shipmates so many stories, I feel like I know you already.

Sonya quirked a brow when he called her sugar in his deep, southern drawl, but found herself grinning anyway. She had not missed Liam’s quiet groan at the endearment. Clearly, he knew something was coming.

It’s nice to meet you, too, Teddy Bear.

Her grin grew as Liam snorted at his friend’s stunned expression. Then Sam threw back his head and roared with laughter. Sonya and Liam joined in.

When they quieted down, Sonya asked, Have you been waiting here long, Sam?

Only about five minutes. Once I heard you had come in on the ferry, I knew Liam would be here as soon as his shift ended.

I was, Liam acknowledged. But I had to atone for childhood sins and buy the Fairy Queen ice cream.

I thought you called her a pixie.

Liam shrugged. Apparently, she’s too tall to be a pixie now.

There’s a height requirement?

Sonya responded absently as she unlocked the door. Pixies are between four and six inches tall. Fairies are human-sized. Technically, I’ve always been too tall to be a pixie, but I used to be a lot shorter than the other island kids, so he got away with it.

She and Liam exchanged small smiles, both remembering the day Liam successfully argued his case for both calling her pixie and his future use of fairy queen. His words had swayed her feminist rally-infused heart. Sonya magnanimously agreed to allow the endearment.

Sam blinked and looked at Liam. She’s like you.

Who do you think I learned it from? The McKenzies are the island experts on all things Other.

The two men followed Sonya inside. She watched as their gazes swept the boxes strewn over the floor. Liam shook his head.

I know I said you would know better than us if anything is missing, but now I’m not so sure.

Sonya sighed. I’m trying to figure out the best way to make this place feel like mine. Gram’s spirit is really strong. Right now, I feel like I’m just visiting, and Gram will walk out of the kitchen with a plate of cookies any minute.

Liam wrapped an arm around her shoulders and drew her close, kissing the top of her head. Miz Delia made the best cookies. Oatmeal butterscotch.

After a second of fond memories, Sonya led the men toward the kitchen. I might not see anything missing, but I know who will.

THE two men watched as Sonya pulled out a jug of cream and poured some into a saucer. She took the saucer out the back door, crossed the yard, and entered the forest that stretched north with them following. Only a minute later, she carefully placed the cream on the ground in the center of a ring of mushrooms. She stepped back and sat cross-legged on the mossy ground, motioning for Sam and Liam to sit as well.

No matter what you see, be still. We don’t want to scare them.

Sam met Liam’s gaze over Sonya’s head and mouthed, Them?

Liam shrugged. The three waited, sitting in comfortable silence in the dappled shade of the forest. Both men had to fight the urge to move, feeling slightly ridiculous, but Sonya remained relaxed, her gaze on the ring of mushrooms.

Finally, the trio noticed movement amidst a cluster of ferns. Sam held his breath as the plants twitched. A tiny nose poked out first. Expecting a rabbit, he stared in shock as a small, human-like figure cautiously left the ferns. Dressed in a way that reminded him of Errol Flynn’s Robin Hood, the being scampered to the saucer, nose twitching as it sniffed the cream. It jumped atop a mushroom and studied the three humans. Sam blinked several times. Yep, still there. He wondered if he had been overcome by fumes. Maybe hit on the head.

Sonya began speaking quietly in a language Sam had never heard before. Okay, he was pretty sure he would not be hearing a totally foreign language if he were hallucinating. Or maybe he would, but shouldn’t he be able to understand what she was saying? That was the way delusions worked, right? Then he heard her say Liam’s name. His shipmate spoke softly.

Síochána duit.

Then Sonya spoke Sam’s name. Taking his cue from Liam, Sam haltingly repeated the same phrase while surreptitiously pinching himself to see if he was dreaming.

Shee-o-cahnah dit.

At least, he thought that was the pronunciation. Hopefully, the tiny creature would still be able to understand him, even with his accent.

The creature chattered in a squeaky voice. When he fell silent, Sonya began speaking again. Two more beings, both female this time, crept out of the ferns, listening intently. The male atop the mushroom replied to Sonya and all three scampered to the saucer. Sam watched in amazement as they rapidly drank the cream. Once it was gone, they rushed past the humans.

With a happy sigh, Sonya stood and picked up the saucer, careful not to step inside the mushroom ring. Sam and Liam rose—Sam far more dazed and confused than his friend—and the trio started back toward the house.

I should have guessed you’d ask the brownies, ‘Nia.

Sam looked at Liam. Brownies?

House elves. They move into homes and help with the housework in exchange for cream and cookies. This is the first I’ve ever seen any though.

"Wait, so you saw those things too? I’m not suffering from delusions? Oh shit, maybe we’re all suffering from mass hysteria brought on by swamp gas. Or maybe our neighbor, old Mrs. Merriweather, finally put a gris-gris on us."

Liam snorted. "Pretty sure Mrs. Merriweather isn’t a practicing Voodoo priestess, Sam. And there’s no swamp on Stargazer Island, so that theory is out. Look, you believe in Voodoo. You were born and raised in the heart of the bayou and cut your teeth on stories of vampires and rougarou. Consider brownies to be just a more benign version of them."

Sonya nodded in agreement. If you’re going to find out Otherkind truly do exist, Sam, wouldn’t you want your first encounter to be a friendly one? Brownies are very shy. They usually only come out when their human family isn’t around. This family adored Gram and are willing to help. I just need to bake some cookies in repayment.

Sam shook his head. You know, Merlin, for all your talk about fairies and magic, we always kind of assumed you were…

Full of shit? Liam grinned, not in the least offended.

Beside him, Sonya laughed. He likely was, Sam. Just not about Otherkind.

Liam nudged her in good-natured retaliation, knocking her into Sam. Laughing, Sam steadied her.

Not that so much as entertaining us with tall tales. More quietly he added, There were times we needed it.

Sonya grabbed both men’s hands and squeezed when they fell quiet. After a few moments, Sam cleared his throat.

So, if those… brownies? His companions nodded in confirmation. If they live in human houses, why were they in the forest?

Brownies only move into stable family homes. They dislike upheaval, chaos, and discord. They thrive on positive energy. Happiness. Love. Sonya grimaced. They tended to disappear whenever Mother was around. After Gram died, they left the house. I promised I’d do my best to make it into a good home again.

I doubt it’ll take you long to accomplish that, ‘Nia. Liam wrapped an arm around her shoulders as they neared the kitchen entrance.

Accomplish what? A voice came from around the side of the house.

A man approached. As tall as Liam, though with a leaner build, the man’s darkly tanned skin, black hair and chocolate eyes proclaimed his Roma heritage.

Rowan.

Sam watched Sonya rushed forward before stopping awkwardly as if unsure of her welcome. Rowan was having none of that, though. Pulling her into a tight hug, he rocked her back and forth.

Sonya. Welcome home, girl.

Sonya pulled back with a look of gratitude that sent alarm bells through Sam, and from what he could see, through the other two men as well. Why was Sonya doubting her welcome? Gratitude melted into concern quickly as Sonya gently touched a scar cutting diagonally across Rowan’s right brow from his hairline. He grabbed her hand and kissed her fingertips.

"I’m fine, rinkeni."

I’m glad. Gram told me, but not how bad…

Rowan hugged her again. It’ll take more than a drunken idiot to send me off to the ancestors. Miz Delia visited a couple times and helped speed my recovery a bit. So did Sage, but I didn’t want any other company.

Sam and Liam joined them. When Rowan shot a look at Liam over Sonya’s head, Sam interpreted it. And Liam’s grimacing response. Something had happened to change Sonya from the fearless, openly demonstrative child from their stories into a cautious, almost fearful, woman. Sam hoped her return to Stargazer would help her overcome the damage of those years away. She just needed to know everyone on the island was happy she was finally home. That was a fact Sam could happily attest to.

Rowan’s ego wouldn’t allow anyone to see him at less than his manly best, Liam teased.

"Not ego, panam, Rowan shot back with a grin. Just didn’t want you lesser mortals embarrassing yourselves trying to knock this king off his hill."

Sam snorted, eyes twinkling with mirth. Papa Fortuna, the only reason you’re still on your hill is because the rest of us are afraid you’ll break a hip when we push you off.

Rolling her eyes, Sonya turned toward the house. The testosterone is getting a bit thick here.

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