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  Anna had wanted to visit Cecelia Townsend, the one constant and close friend in both lives, but she’d been afraid the shock would kill the poor woman, and Cece, being who she was, would just haunt her forever. So, like a coward, she left a letter instead, watching outside the window as the woman read.

  Cece would never see the inside of the house she’d spent that one evening in, but she deserved to know the truth. In the letter, Anna apologized for the spell that started it all, and heard Cecelia forgive her.

  There was one person she did have to see. Tam was going to be pissed that she’d waited so long to come by. But she’d had things to take care of. Plus there was that whole avoidance thing she was still doing.

  “Oh my God, Anna. I thought you were dead!” Tam said when she opened the door.

  Anna had momentarily let go of Luc’s hand, and Tam went through her when they tried to hug. “Well, I sort of am.” She grabbed hold of Luc so she could hug her friend properly.

  Tam pulled back and glared at her. “You know what I mean. I mourned you. And you’re not gone.”

  “I could leave,” Anna said, only half serious.

  “Get in this house.”

  Anna and Luc went inside and spent the next two hours telling Tam the entire story. Tam burst out laughing at the end.

  “Whatever you do, don’t tell me about it,” she said in a high voice, mocking Anna’s response to witchcraft.

  Anna rolled her eyes. “What about you and your, the death card doesn’t always mean death?”

  “It doesn’t. I was just in denial that time. The rest of the spread really did look pretty good. And I knew you’d get together with Luc. But you said you didn’t want to know . . . so I didn’t say anything.”

  “Gee, thanks.”

  “No problem.” Tam got serious then. “I guess I won’t be seeing you anymore.”

  “I have to keep a low profile, and all, since people think I’m dead or at the very least a missing person, but it’s not like I’m banned from the planet or anything. We’re probably going to Europe for awhile, and then there are other dimensions to check out. But we’ll visit.”

  “You better.”

  Cain had disappeared soon after making Anna set the house on fire. She had mixed feelings about that. Sure, he was evil and couldn’t seem to stop betraying people, but if not for him she wouldn’t have Luc. And really . . . it was her spell. Still, she wished he could be punished.

  Luc wasn’t any happier about it, but what could you do? Cain was the first incubus and their leader. The buck kind of stopped with him. And she knew no god would be intervening.

  Her karma had caught up with her. Someday, so would Cain’s.

  About the Author

  Zoe Winters writes quirky and sometimes dark paranormal romance. She’s a supporter of independent authors and believes indie authors are no different from indie filmmakers or musicians. Her favorite colors are rainbow and clear.

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  Books in the Preternaturals Series:

  Blood Lust (book 1)

  Save My Soul (book 2)

  Available in print and ebook.

  You can find the list of people who helped make this book possible on the next page.

  Acknowledgments

  In no particular order, thank you to the following people who helped bring this book and the surrounding promotional material into existence:

  - The ever lovely and hilarious Robin Ludwig for kickass cover art.

  - Lindsay Carruth and Andrew Mocete for music brainstorming for the Save My Soul book trailer.

  - Susan Bischoff, Kait Nolan, Michelle Davidson Argyle, Natasha Fondren, Lainey Bancroft, and Catherine James for critique, editing feedback, and beta reading.

  - Cathy R. for proofreading.

  - Cara Wallace, my stealth ninja beta.

  - Michelle Davidson Argyle for her awesome book trailer skillz. Without her to put the trailer together for me, I would have probably spent a whole week crying about how making a book trailer is too hard! Also, thanks for the Photoshop skillz.

  - Random grammar and punctuation expert: Jackie Barbosa who always fields my random: “Are you SURE that comma isn’t right?” questions.

  - My parents for always believing in me.

  - Tom for all his love and support.

  - My fellow indies for being there for me to whine and cry on, and for being there when I had awesome news to share.

  - And finally to the readers. Without you guys, I’m just talking to myself. Thanks for reading and wanting more.

  I would also like to acknowledge that I understand “counter-intuitive” isn’t supposed to have a hyphen, but it looks stupid without one. Also, Susan Bischoff supports my hyphen rebellion. We are starting a movement, bitches!