His name’s Micah. See him? On the broomstick? And on the cover, too. He’s walking on top of the author’s name. He’s on the “o” and “n” right now, but don’t expect him to stay there. Oh, no, he moves around a lot. Micah, Angel of the Divine Plan. He watches over spiritual evolution and reveals the next steps of our plans. Right now he’s on assignment. Just a little added protection for two of the good guys. The good guys of War-N-Wit, Inc. – The Witch. Meet Ariel Anson and Chad Garrett, why don’t you? See, it’s like this….
Ariel Anson thinks she has her life in order. She’s young, smart, and beautiful, even if she doesn’t believe the beautiful part. She’s a paralegal with a great career and a fiancé who’s a CPA. You just can’t get any steadier than that. Then she meets private investigator, bounty hunter, process server Chad Garrett. What does War-N-Wit, Inc. stand for anyway? Warlock and Witch? For real? Oh, yes! For real. And that’s not even scratching the surface! Her life as she knows it is over!
“So let's cut to the bare essentials. We've been here before, you and I, many times, we are one, baby girl, we are each other's eternal soul mates, each other's other half, and I know it and you know it. And if nothing else, I intended to establish enough contact so I can find you easier next time. And if you refuse to believe it and believe in us and I have to wait till next time, then I will. But I will find you again. Because you can run but you can't hide. I just want as much of you as I can get this time so it won't take so long next time." He shrugged again. "Last time I didn't find you till we were both so much older it almost wasn't worth it. That one was a bitch. And I don't intend for it to happen again.
The world stood still, closed in, retreated, kaleidoscoped back out into swirls of scenes of places and times I'd never been, never seen. Hot, bright sun beat down on an arena covered in sand and blood, my heart ripping apart as I looked at the bodies lying so still amidst the roars of the approving, raucous crowd. I felt the biting cold, so cold it burned, coming from the snow stretching out across what I knew, knew with absolute certainty, to be the Russian steppes. I cringed from the visions of the shadowed chambers filled with monstrous man-made instruments of pain and the screams rolling out of them. I stood on the mountains in the mists and heard the faint echo of bagpipes. I saw blue water and shining white sand and smelled the salt air.
Coming soon! War-N-Wit, Inc. - Resurrection And Micah's moved. Can you find the cat?