The Beginning

Witches Of The Bayou

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Cherrie Mack

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Date of Publication: 5/27/14



Number of pages: 46

Word Count: 11k

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs


Book Description:

A young and powerful witch of royal birthright longs to be human. When she

meets a human man who gives her the love she’s never known, her decision to

renounce her heritage is an easy one. But, not everything is what it seems.

This exciting, short story is a prequel to A Late Summer Bloom—Witches Of The



Cecily sat at Al’s House of Blue’s for the fifth night in a row. She sat in the same seat

sipping the same drink and watching James play his trumpet. Having a date afterward had

become a welcome routine. She was falling hard for the dashing, swoon-worthy musician and

her libido had suddenly awakened from its life of hibernation. Wanting him on every level, not

just physical, had her worried.

Did she dare to dream he felt the same way? He certainly gave off a territorial vibe when

it came to her. And although being human was James’ advantage, it served as his drawback as

well. The fact remained, she was a witch—a witch of royal status. The covens wouldn’t allow

her to renounce her origins so easily.

She sighed. James hadn’t even kissed her yet and here she was thinking of a life outside

the boundaries of magic.

“You look far away tonight. Everything okay?” James stood near, his aftershave soothing

her anxiety.

“I’m fine.”

He pulled a chair up close to her and sat down, taking her hands in his. “No. You were

thinking about something that made you sad. I could see it in your eyes.”

“And that bothers you?”

“It bothers me a great deal.”

She stared at his mouth, licking her lips. “Why?” And why haven’t you kissed me?

Without warning, swift and certain, James leaned in and kissed her lips. The contact

surprised her, making her pull back. But as she leaned away, he leaned forward, not allowing

her to move out of his reach. His lips claimed her, branding her with a fiery passion she never

experienced. The crowd was no longer a consequence as she returned his affection. Their

tongues entwined in a blistering exchange sending a mass of intense impulses bolting through

her blood.

The velvety texture of his mouth was more than she could stand. His tongue, hot and

slick, moved in a sinuous rhythm, owning her, imprinting his being within her heart. This wasn’t

a kiss—this was a declaration. And Cecily wanted more of it. When he pulled away, she felt

exposed, like a raw bundle of nerves left unprotected in the smoky atmosphere.

Applause could be heard from behind her, the audience clapping at their display. The

glorious feeling disappeared quickly when Cecily recognized Brigitte standing at the back of the

room. James leaned over to whisper in her ear. “After this set is over—I wanna do that again.”

She gave him a nervous smile. “Yes. I’d like that. But right now, I need to use the powder

room.” She fanned herself, gave him a wink and rose up on wobbly legs. When she headed for

the ladies room she saw Brigitte fall in step behind her.

After they waited for it to clear out, Brigitte leveled a stern look at her. “A human man?


Cecily stood with her hands on her hips. “James. His name is James. And yes I want a

human man because ultimately, I want to be human.”

Brigitte’s eyes widened as if Cecily had committed the worst of sins. “They are

unworthy. Not just of a witch but—but you? You have aristocratic blood in your veins. You

can’t be serious.”

“Oh I’m serious. Neither you, nor Percy and his band of blue-blooded bullies are gonna

change my mind.”

Brigitte’s facial features relaxed. “We’ll just see about that.” Cecily panicked. She’d

been living as a human for over a week, performing no spells, no magic. She washed dishes

and clothes and floors. She purchased food at the market, she cooked. And she was comfortable

doing all of it. Now, about to embark on a human relationship, so close to a physical, loving

connection, an obstacle was thrown in her path.

Just like always. Her life was one big hurdle after another. Happiness was a breath away

and once again she was faced with a complication she never saw coming. That kiss should have

been one of her happiest moments but was ruined by the mere presence of another of her kind.

About the Author:

Cherrie Mack is a multi-published romance

author who grew up in Flushing Queens NY,

the youngest child of six. The city’s diversity

gave her a great appreciation for many

different cultures and lifestyles. After love

finally claimed the girl from the city and

dragged her to the suburban madness of Long

Island, she settled into a quiet life with her

new husband. Two children and one mini-van

later, the family found themselves moving

towards the sunny skies of Florida where they currently reside. When she isn’t

writing, she is busy chasing her children around, laughing with her husband,

struggling to learn meditation and hanging out with her best friend–a mutt named


Over the last year, Cherrie has continued to flourish, writing contemporary erotic

romance, romantic comedy, urban fantasy and her latest, paranormal romance. Her

ability to cross genre’s fuels her imagination and gives her the desire to continue to

push her boundaries and branch out as a writer. Although she hasn’t settled into any

given sub-genre, she is confident her ability will lead her down the right path.

A member of Romance Writers of America, Cherrie is slowly spreading her wings

as a romance author. Look for her books at all digital bookstores such as Amazon,

Barnes and Noble, Bookstrand, ITunes, Nook, Kobo and many more.

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