Spelled
Book 2 of the Casted Series
Now Available!
Confused by the turn of events, Jade is only sure of four things:
My name is Jade Kinsley.
I’m 20 years old.
I’m an Enforcer for the Triad.
And I have a debt to settle with Original Coven.
Will Jade be able to break through the spell her Grandfather put on her and remember who she is, or will she become just another piece in Lorenzo’s game?
It dawned on me, at that moment, that Elliot would do whatever he could to bring Edge back around. It was possible Elliot thought Edge would come around the more he had contact with me. The thought of being close to him made my heart quicken, and heat crawled up my neck.
“You ready to take one for the team?” Elliot asked. His face was stoic, but his eyes were pleading.
“Let’s do this.” I growled. I’d fight day and night to bring Edge back. I’d fight until I could no longer stand, and then I’d get back up and keep fighting.
“Now here’s what I want you both to do.” Elliot laid out the rules, “No kicking, biting, or hitting below the belt. Today we’re going to work on evasive maneuvering. Once Jade has that down, then we’ll move on to sparring.”
Edge nodded once in agreement. How would I ever break through whatever they’d done to Edge?
“Jade, you ready?” Elliot asked. “I sure hope you know what you’re doing, Elliot,” I murmured as I made my way to the mat and stood in front of Edge. Warmth radiated through me. He was my preordained, my other half, and it killed me not to be able to fall into his arms.
“Okay, here’s what we’re going to start off with. Edge will throw a punch…”
Stars bloomed behind my eyelids. I staggered across the mat and fell. “What the hell, Elliot?”
Sonya Loveday, first and foremost, is a reader, an avid one. It is of that love that brought her to the realization that this was the answer to the nagging persistant feeling that 'there has to be something more'. The dream came alive in 2009 when she purchased her lapton and began the tedious step of becoming a pubished author. When she's not reading, she's writing. When she's not writing she's reading. And when she's not doing either of those things she's sleeping, shuttling her children back and forth to school, letting the dogs and cats in and out of the house for the upteenth time in the last hour and dreaming of a clean house.
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