Hello guys! How are you? Below is an excerpt from “The Elvis Enchantment”, a new unpublished story that I have just finished writing, which is also set in the Tokyo Supernatural universe.
I had three reasons for writing this story. First, I wanted to give Scott some backstory that explains his motivations and his attitudes towards witches. Next, I am a huge Elvis fan; in fact, the Ascended Ghost of Elvis will make an appearance in “Mages in Manhattan,” my upcoming ebook. Lastly, I also wanted to have a story for use as a freebie for my readers on the ARC (Advance Readers Copy) list. I will be giving this story out to any of you who sign up for the ARC subscription list. Signing up will enable you to receive rough drafts of my upcoming books. My only request is for you to send me your opinions or feedback about my stories and to post an honest review on Amazon or Goodreads.
Note that any similarity to other Urban Fantasy universes is not intended. Just because this story starts with Scott in a bar in Chicago, drinking micro-brew beers with a tall, skinny, dust coat wearing Wizard (who happens to have a fairy godmother who screws with his life), in no way means I appropriated those ideas.
I had a lot of fun writing this story, and I hope that you will enjoy reading it. If you enjoy the taste, sign up for my ARC list to get the full meal.
She came up to me and said, “I enjoyed your stories. I hope to see you here again.”
“I’m looking forward to seeing you again,” I replied with a smile.
“My name’s Rachel,” she said, holding out her hand. As we shook, she leaned in close and whispered, “I got your hair back from Heather’s purse. I think you’re too nice to hurt. Even if your stories are unbelievable.” With that, she removed her hand from mine, leaving a small slip of paper.
She hesitated a moment, as if in regret, then turned to her group. They hurried away and piled into a van.
I finally dropped the idiot smile and looked at the paper in my hand. Opening it up, I found my tuft of hair.
Maybe Rachel the Reluctant Witch wasn’t bad after all. Still, to be safe, I inspected the unexpected gift closely.
Examining the paper showed a phone number, surrounded by a doodle. A quick sniff confirmed the ink contained blood and a moment’s study showed the spell hidden in the doodle.
A damn vamp lure; guaranteed to ruin your night. If I held on to this, I would get chased by a starving vamp. I had a feeling that Heather was on the phone right now, calling for my doom.
A whispered word of power and the paper and hair flared up and disintegrated, along with my hopes for peace with this coven.
The taxi rolled up as I dumped the ashes in the snow.
I entered the taxi. My driver was a middle-aged black man.
“Where we going, sir?”
“I need to go to O’Hare Airport. Got a flight to catch,” I replied.
“Which terminal?” he asked.
“Japan Air Lines,” I said as I typed on my phone. I could make a reservation online, get to the airport and then I could be on a flight and out of the country by dawn. Everything I needed, from passport to clothes, could be found in my satchel.
I liked Mac’s beer, but pissing off the most powerful wizard in Chicago, as well as a full coven of witches, meant it wasn’t healthy to stay around. Given enough time, there were a lot of traps more subtle than the vamp lure that would be much harder to avoid.
I settled back into the seat and pondered that this was the third time I had been forced to flee a nice city after a run in with witches. I was going to miss Mac’s beer and the warm companionship of the bar.
That’s why I hate witches.