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M.J. Spickett

M.J. Spickett lives in Northern Ontario, along the shores of Lake Huron. When she isn’t writing M. J. can be found either practicing martial arts or deep in occult research—her second passion. She is also a passionate reader and enjoys anything to do with urban fantasy and can often been found curled up in bed with a novel, when not plotting her own.

Email : mj_spickett@yahoo.ca

Website : http://www.mjspickett.envy.nu


Written By: M.J. Spickett
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Selena accepted Eli's masquerade challenge with an open mind, after all it sounded more fun than dealing with...
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Selena accepted Eli's masquerade challenge with an open mind, after all it sounded more fun than dealing with the politics behind the fundraiser. Little did she know just what a challenge it would be, nor the surprise that awaited her. Can she find Eli and Cleo, or will the ghost from her past rekindle the fire of her passion long thought dead?
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Chaos Within

Written By: M.J. Spickett
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Just when life seems to be returning to normal, all hell breaks loose for Elijah Hawke. Dubbed as the most power m...

He still was unsure. "What of Aaliyah?"

"It's a teen dance. McNiel's too old," Sif said, waving his paw off handily.

Eli didn't answer. His face contorted in a doubtful scowl. He sat at the table and pondered their words. Aaliyah, too old? No, she was only what…twenty-five, twenty-six? No, that was when they had first met. Now she had to be well into her thirties. Until now, the age difference had never mattered. Why should it now? Yet twenty years was a big difference. And Melissa was his age, and here, and was one of his best friends. Why not ask her to the dance? Even if they went as friends, it was better than going alone.

Leaning back, he stared at the ceiling. Maybe this was for the best. If Aaliyah was hiding from him because she no longer loved him, then he couldn't keep grieving and making himself sick with worry. The big game was on his birthday and the school dance a few days after, it would be good for him to move on. Perhaps find someone new.

"Cleo, what do you think?" The level headed cat was the best at judging what he should do.

But Cleo's natural calmness broke into hysterics. "Go! Go! Ask her out for crying out loud!" he practically shouted, jumping at his young master.

Bewilderment gripped him as both familiars started encouraging him at once. It was rare to see the two agree on anything let alone his private life. But they were both jumping up and down as if they had been waiting all their unnatural lives to be asked this question. A warmth he had not felt in ages grew inside him as Raven's creations started gabbing about the big night and how he should ask Melissa today so she could design herself, rather than Alexis, an outfit. The decision was practically made for him.

More giggles came from the living room. They had heard their conversation! Eli realized to his embarrassment. He put his head in his hands. If he went back in there, he knew he would have Miao snickering at him and the others watching his every move. And if he waited, they would beg him nonstop until he asked her. This was just horrible timing. He wished he could just make everyone disappear, but Melissa. If his magick level was back to normal, he probably could have, but right now he would not dare such a thing.

Sighing, he got up.

"You're moving too slow!" Cleo complained, transforming to his true form. He pushed his head into the small of Eli's back, forcing him back into the living room.

"Cleo!" Eli protested, stumbling into the well-furnished room. He gripped the edge of the black grand piano to keep from falling.

"Everyone but Melissa, out!" the winged panther ordered.

There was a bunch of laughter and giggles as the three filed out of the room. Nathan placed a reassuring hand on Eli's shoulder as he walked by and gave a small wish of good luck. The light in his eyes and smile were so perplexing, Eli wished he could read the man's mind. If only he could focus for more than a few seconds.

Once the room was empty except for him and Melissa, Cleo shoved him to the couch and practically on top of the girl.

"Cleo!" he yelped, up righting himself. He glared at the feline who simply gave him a lopsided smile and trotted back to the kitchen. Hanging his head, Eli laughed. "You've got to love him."

She giggled. "He's very persistent."

"To say the least."

Silence filled the space between them, the only sound coming from the entertainment centre. Eli kept his hands clasped in his lap. He felt so awkward. First, he woke up beside her, which was innocent enough, they were both fully clothed, and now he was trying to figure out how to ask her out. He could not keep the heat from his face. Was this how Miao felt around Alexis before they started dating? Like a deer in the headlights of a Mack truck? Nervously, he took off his glasses and began cleaning them.

"Eli, do you like me?"

The question caught him off guard. "O-of course."

"How much?"

Good question. She was such a sweet girl, loving, caring, pretty, but not Aaliyah. He mentally kicked himself. Forget about Aaliyah, he chastised himself. "Uh…I…" His face must have deepened by two or three shades because she also blushed.

Leaning forward, she placed a kiss lightly on his lips. "You said you owed me," she teased, pulling back.

Eli's mind became mud. He wasn't sure how to react. Her lips had been so soft, so delicate, like butterfly wings. He touched his lips, mentally comparing the kiss to Aaliyah's. Melissa's had so much innocence and yet to be discovered passion.

"So I figured we can go to the dance together."

He was nodding before he knew it. "Sure."


"Why no--" He forgot his glasses as she jumped him, knocking him flat on his back on the old sofa. His glasses fell to the carpeted floor, luckily not breaking. His lungs felt trapped in his throat as he stared up at her. How such few words brought so much happiness, he would never fully understand. Even in Selena's clothes, which were a size or two too big, she looked elegant. He bit his lip as she folded her arms against his chest and leaned against him.

"Thank you, Eli."

Seeing her so joyful and knowing he was the cause, made his heart sing. "You're very much welcome, Melissa."

"Hmm…I like the way you say my name. I love your accent." Her smile grew, revealing perfect white teeth. She suddenly grew serious. "Eli, I was wondering, would you--"

"Yes." The word came out before she even finished her question, but he knew it was the right response. Yes, he would go out with her. Yes, he would be her boyfriend. Yes, he would forget about Aaliyah. Yes, he would get on with his life. Yes. Yes. Yes. Aaliyah…

Her lips claimed his in a passionate kiss. Her delicate hands held his cheeks, long fingers stroking his hair. Her warmth filled him. For a moment, the fear of betraying Aaliyah, his first love, gripped him, but it quickly disappeared as Melissa pushed herself into him, her breasts pinned between their bodies. His arms wrapped around her small body, one hand cupping the back of her head. Her satiny black hair draped around their faces, making it seem like they were the only two people in the world. It was the best feeling in the entire universe.

"What the hell!"

Or so he thought.

Just when life seems to be returning to normal, all hell breaks loose for Elijah Hawke. Dubbed as the most power magician of his time, Eli's battled countless rivals and even the Chaos Demon itself. But what was believed to be a won battle turns into an eternal struggle as the demon attempts to take possession of his very body and soul. And this time he must rely on himself to defeat Chaos while trying to save his friends from a warlock determined to rule the magickal world.
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Written By: M.J. Spickett
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Being one of Ravenwood’s Crime Scene Investigators is hard enough, especially when you’re in the Paran...
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Being one of Ravenwood’s Crime Scene Investigators is hard enough, especially when you’re in the Paranormal Investigation Division, but it’s even harder when an investigation comes knocking at your door. Selena Hawke loves being a cop. She’s one of the first faeries to officially become a police officer but when a strange spread of murders suddenly plague the city she must use every ounce of her skill and power to find and defeat them. And as if that wasn’t hard enough, her young lover has decided to release Cleotro, a faery turned familiar and criminal to faery kind. Now she has to stop these murders before Ravenwood is plunged back into the dark ages, and keep herself from falling into Cleotro’s dark sexual desires.
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Hunter's Moon

Written By: M.J. Spickett
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Kayla O'kqua has been a werewolf alpha - queen - for many years and has yet to take a king. Her duty has been...
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Kayla O'kqua has been a werewolf alpha - queen - for many years and has yet to take a king. Her duty has been to protect her family, and her pack, but when her path crosses that of a sexy new wolf she may have just found her new mate. However, looks can be deceiving and this new wolf may be someone all too familiar to her.
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Written By: M.J. Spickett
Published By: Devine Destinies
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On a trip back to his home country, Eli Hawke is betrayed by the one person he always thought he could depend on a...

A dream gripped Eli.

Duncan Porter sat in his wheelchair at the top of his condominium in London. Michael Sinclair stood next to him, eyeing the street far below. His face was a mixture of awe and remorse as he watched the people and cars passing by.

Porter watched him carefully. He, too, seemed very remorseful, as if his plans had gone array. "Are you certain you wish to do this? I may not be able to reverse the process after it has begun."

Michael smiled smoothly. "Of course, Mr. Porter. I understand there's no turning back."

Porter licked his lower lip and gestured for Michael to kneel before him. The youth did so without question. Porter placed his fingers along his temples and began chanting softly.

Eli couldn't make out the words, but was able to see the sudden changes in their auras. The holes that were in Michael's were filling in while Porter's was beginning to deteriorate.

After a few moments, Michael pulled back, his hands gently covering Porter's. "How do you feel?" he asked.

Porter was looking around as if caught in a trance. He blinked and looked at Michael. The elderly man smiled. "Different. It's not so noisy."

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yes. Thank you."

Michael stood and smiled. His whole aura was different, as if he was no longer the same person. "Good. We have a second chance of finding the Key."

Porter only nodded and began eyeing the street below. "You'll find him. You have the power to help him."

Michael was no longer looking at him, but at the starry night sky and the waxing moon. "I hope. Chaos's power is far stronger than I thought and he has learned to tap into it."

Porter wheeled his chair closer to the edge. "You can do it. I've already seen the future."

Michael glanced over his shoulder in confusion. His eyes widened as Porter suddenly pushed his chair over the edge.

"Michael, no!"

But it was too late for even magick to come to his aid. Michael fell to his knees at the edge and watched in horror as Duncan Porter slammed into the concrete below.

However, it wasn't Porter's death that pulled at Eli. He had heard about the warlock's suicide months earlier. It was Michael's aura that drew him as he followed the older boy running down the stairs until he was outside cradling the warlock's broken body. It was no longer Michael Sinclair's it was--



He turned his face away from the bright sunlight. An alluring soft purr made him smile. The urge to bury his face in his Familiar's soft fur pulled at him. But he couldn't wake up yet, he had to figure out why Michael's aura was so odd. It was right there at the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't bring it to reality. What did Duncan do before killing himself?

"Master Eli, wake up," Cleo's familiar deep voice called more urgently.

Small paws tried shaking him. His arms were extremely heavy as he tried to roll over. He practically could not move them. That seemed odd, but he was willing to let it go for a few more hours of sleep.


He moaned and hid his face under the blanket.

"Elijah Hawke, get up now or so help me--"

"All right, all right. I'm getting up," he murmured, forcing his eyes open. Cleo burrowed under the covers and was in his direct line of view. His bright teal eyes shone with a fear he had never seen in him before.

Fear gripped him as he read his lifelong friend. The night before had not been part of the dream. Michael, Henry, everything. They were real. The weight he felt were the large heavy cuff and chains imprisoning him to the bed. His heart sank at this knowledge. But if Cleo was with him, what of the others? He tried sensing for Alexis and Miao, but found nothing. That meant very little. A spell could be used to shield them from him.

Seeing his fear, Cleo rubbed his head affectionately under his chin. "Are you all right?"

He wrapped his heavy arms around the small animal and drew him close. "I…Cleo. He…I…oh, Gods, I wish I knew." Swallowing the sob that threatened to overpower him, he petted the cat's head. "You? Are you okay?"

"He cast a binding spell on me. I can't transform."

The chains were long enough to let him sit up comfortably. They were thick and extremely heavy. A spell to increase his power would be the only way to break them, but that would not keep Michael and Henry out. Looking around, he lifted the heaviest pieces of furniture with his mind and piled them against both the bedroom and bathroom doors. That would not keep them out for long, but at least it would slow them down. Hopefully enough for him and Cleo to escape.

That small use of magick almost drained him. He couldn't understand why. Telekinesis was one of his most natural gifts. It never tired him, but for some reason took more concentration than normal. He had to take a moment to gather his strength once more. He tried covering an unexpected yawn. "Why am I tiring so easy?" he asked Cleo. "It's like he just took my power. I feel so weak."

"I don't know," Cleo confessed. He rubbed against him, offering what strength he could.

Taking a deep breath, Eli cast a power spell. His strength increased, but not to the degree he had wanted. The chain barely budged when he pulled. Frustrated, he yanked harder, throwing his entire weight into it. The metal bit into the butt of his hands. He winced in pain, but continued pulling.

"They've been charmed," Cleo muttered, stating the obvious. His ears perked and he gazed at the barricaded bedroom door. "Damn!"

"What?" Eli grunted, pulling even harder. He braced a pain-filled foot against the headboard, and pulled even harder. Then he felt it. The aura he had felt the last few nights. It was a unique mix of Sinclair magick and something else. He could not help but stare at the door in fear. He could not remember ever feeling so much fear in his life. His body trembled against his will as he revealed this to his familiar. "Cleo?" he whispered ever so softly. "I'm really scared."

Cleo nodded. "I am, too."

The door handle jiggled, causing them both to jump despite themselves.

On a trip back to his home country, Eli Hawke is betrayed by the one person he always thought he could depend on and captured by a rival magician believed dead. He is taken to a place where time moves much differently than normal. As if that’s not strange enough, he must come face to face with his own childhood horrors and his feelings for a man he once thought was his enemy. What do you do when friends suddenly become enemies and enemies become friends, and your own sanity comes into question? Even Eli’s friends and guardians may not be able to help him this time as his only ally is the spirit of his past incarnation.
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Raven's Child

Written By: M.J. Spickett
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Reincarnation is never what it seems. For Elijah Hawke and his Watcher, it’s a complete pain in the ass. Mem...

Ipswich, England 1942

Anthony Sinclair raced down the long white corridors of the hospital. The world was a blur, his mind focused entirely on his destination. This couldn’t be happening, he told himself over and over again. He rounded the corner and paused. Henry Griphan, his best friend and closest confidant, sat in one of the hard wooden chairs, his arms folded across his chest and head between his knees. He looked utterly miserable and covered head to toe in guilt.

No, it couldn’t be.

“Henry,” he breathed as he neared him.

The former General of Her Majesty’s Army looked up with tearful eyes and, for a moment, there was no recognition. Then he blinked and the haze slowly moved out of his dark grey eyes. Henry struggled to his feet, still unsteady with his new prosthetic leg. He’d only got it a month ago and still could not seem to function at his former level.

“Andy? Andy, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I tried to save her. I—” he babbled almost incoherently.

Anthony grabbed the taller man’s arms and shook him. “Where is she, Henry? Where’s Xyan?”

Henry gazed to the door he was seated next to with a forlorn look, but said nothing. He didn’t need to. Anthony let him go immediately and headed for it in a long, determined stride. He ignored Henry’s apologizes as he opened the door and stepped inside and stopped.

The room was private of course, he paid for nothing less, after all, his family sponsored the hospital and even helped in its construction over a century ago. Such favors were rarely forgotten, even today. The only occupant of the room lay on a sterile metal bed in the center of the room, her head propped up on numerous pillows. A lone sheet covered her pale petite body, her tan long gone by the shock of the accident. Whoever pushed her down the stairs would pay, Anthony silently guaranteed.

He moved cautiously toward the bed, fearful to awaken the small woman, yet unable to stop himself. This wasn’t his beloved. This wasn’t his beautiful wife who never harmed a soul in her life. Her ebony black hair was limp and covered in sweat. The pallor of her flesh was tinged with hints of blue. She looked deathly pale, but there was no doubt she’d given birth and he feared for both his wife’s and child’s well being. Nonetheless, Xyan was still breathtaking.

“Xyan,” he whispered as he stroked her cheek.

Her brows bunched together before her chocolate brown eyes opened. She smiled tiredly up at him. “Antonio…what took you so long?” she teased. Her eyes closed and for a moment Anthony feared she passed out, but then they reopened and she winced in obvious pain before she smiled past it. “So, what’s a hunk like you doing in a place like this?”

Anthony smiled softly at her. Despite her obvious pain, Xyan kept upbeat. For his sake more than her own, he suspected. He brushed her sweat soaked hair from her eyes. “Checking on my baby.”

Her eyes sparkled in mischief. “Naomi’s in the nursery.”

“You know what I mean.”

She sniffed and tried to stretch, only to cry out in pain. Instantly, Anthony bent over her. She shook her head. “No, Antonio. I’m – I’m all right. I just hurt.”

“Is there anything I can do?” he asked gently.

Xyan reached up and touched his chiseled cheek. His long blue-black hair fell over his shoulder to brush her arm. Her smile broadened. “No, my love. The damage is too severe, even for magick.”


Her fingers brushed his lips to silence him. “Our best healers have tried. It is a curse we cannot counter so there is no point to fight it.”

“Xyan,” he breathed. Tears burned at the back of his eyes.

“Lay with me,” she pleaded. For the first time since she awoke, there was real fear in her voice and tears threatened to spill from her eyes.

Nodding, he took off his glasses. He placed them on the small nightstand next to the bed, then placed his jacket on the chair. Climbing under the sheet with her, he gently pulled her near, fearful of her internal injuries. Xyan cuddled up close, her head tucked under his chin as he wrapped his arms around her petite frame and drew as close as their bodies would allow. Her slim form shook in his arms, but she said nothing in complaint. Xyan was one of the strongest women Anthony knew. If only he could take her back to Spain, back to her parents so she could be surrounded by her family, but there wasn’t enough time and he didn’t possess the power to teleport her such a distance. He didn’t know what to do.

Her aura fluctuated and patches of black appeared here and there, a sure sign she was poisoned and soon her aura would deteriorate and then her soul would leave as well. This was no mere accident. There must be something he could do to save her, something his magick could do.

She gazed up into his tri-blue eyes and caressed his cheek. “Hey lover, what are you thinking?”

“How much I love you.”


He laughed but it sounded hollow. “I was, too. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She lifted her lips to his in a gentle but tantalizing kiss. She pulled back but only for a moment. “Make love to me.”

His eyes widened. “We’re in a hospital.”

“So, let’s get out of here.” She winked suggestively. “I was thinking some place warm and secluded. Just you and me.”

Anthony was so tempted. She looked so wanton, so needy and utterly gorgeous no matter how exhausted she appeared. He cupped her cheeks and kissed her forehead. “What about Naomi?”

“She’s safe. Please, Antonio, I need you. I want you. One last time.”

Anthony closed his eyes. He wanted to say no, but he could never deny her. She was his wife, his life and if he was about to lose her, he would see to it she received her heart’s desire before she passed on to the next life. With barely a thought, he teleported them away from the hospital to a small clearing in the woods just outside of town where they picnicked only a week ago. They lay together under an old oak and listened to the sounds of life all around them.

Anthony’s mind worked franticly for a spell to cure his beloved as he slowly stripped her of the plain hospital gown she wore. She lay beneath him and smiled lovingly up at him as she tried to assist in disrobing him, but she was already tired and weak. He stripped off the last of his clothes as she watched with an appreciative eye. She often teased him about his football player build, how perfect his broad shoulders and slim waist were and how pale of skin he was, so unlike his cousins from Spain. Now Anthony felt more awkward than he did the first night they made love. But Xyan only smiled and opened her arms to him with a sultry smile of encouragement.

They made love slowly on the cool, damp grass on into the night with all the passion of any young couple. Anthony made sure to kiss every square inch of her, to bring her as much pleasure as humanly possible and then some. He made it last for hours and her cries of need and pleasure were like music to his ears. She writhed beneath him, clawed at his back and begged for more until finally there was no more to give and they lay curled together on the soft bed of grass.

Xyan’s head rested on Anthony’s chest as they fought to catch their breath. Her breathing was shallow and, if Anthony didn’t know better, he would have thought she was about to fall asleep. But she didn’t. She held him as tightly as she could, but grew weaker and weaker by the moment. He pulled her as tightly to him as he dared and fought the urge to crush her to him.

“We’ll meet again,” he whispered against her hair. “I’ll find you and we’ll be together again. I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” she breathed, her eyes closed. “It may be life times before we find each other.”

“I will find you, Xyan,” he promised.

She sighed in agreement before her body went limp in his arms and her soul fled. Anthony continued to cradle her lifeless body nonetheless, and repeated the oath over and over again like a mantra. He would find Xyan again, even if it took lifetimes.

Reincarnation is never what it seems. For Elijah Hawke and his Watcher, it’s a complete pain in the ass. Memories of his past life invade his daily life after he casts a spell that brings his past incarnation to the forefront. Now he and Anthony Sinclair, a powerful magician, fight for dominance over his body and for the love of a woman who’s old enough to be his mother. But what is an eleven year old to do when he has a thirty-nine year old mage running rampant in his mind? Only his missing twin has a chance of saving Eli and righting the terrible wrong his magick caused. But this might not be the person Eli expected. Not when it comes to magick--and not when the twin is that of his soul rather than Eli’s flesh, and may not even be the child from his visions. Can the desires of the past survive in the future--or will magick be the cause of its destruction?
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Unspoken Oaths

Written By: M.J. Spickett
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After defeating the Black Druids, life was supposed to go back to normal for Detective Selena Hawke, or so she though...
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After defeating the Black Druids, life was supposed to go back to normal for Detective Selena Hawke, or so she thought. As the new queen of the Unseelie Court, a position she tried desperately to hand over to someone more appropriate, it’s her job to ease the tension between the high courts of Faerie. But when two of her closest friends are suddenly attacked and left for dead, and their two year old son kidnapped, Selena must put all her police training and faery instincts together to find the remaining Black Druids before they use the child to open the gates of Hell. As if that wasn’t her only trouble, a lover from another life time has returned with every intention to woe her away from her present lovers, whether she wants him or not.
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When Darkness Falls

Written By: M.J. Spickett
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After defeating an evil sorceress and warlock, banishing a demon and even battling a psychic vampire, Eli Hawke wo...

A sickening crack filled the small spilt level house, followed by the tearing of flesh. It was a glorious sound he could have sung to. The feeling of raw flesh brought back the blood lust he had not felt in ages. It came like an old friend you would never turn away. He yearned for more. The feel, the taste. The smell was intoxicating and arousing in a perverse sort of way. The man, if you could call him a man any more, quivered in his arms, his shattered spine allowed only his neck to move in a jerky shiver of muscles. He would die soon, leave this world as he came, crying for mercy. Sinclair was as pitiful as those who came before him.

"Michael, please! I'm your father!" the middle-aged French man cried. He was podgy around the sides, years of limited exercise and tobacco taking its toll. He was perhaps the most pitiful of the great line of magicians.

His cries for freedom fell on deaf ears as the man, once his son, leaned close to his throat. "Michael's dead," the vampire purred, slowly licking his jaw line. "My name is Henry."

Sinclair sobbed as he was fed upon, his magick and strength being stripped of him. In this form, Henry was not as large as he had once been, not by half. His soil drenched tuxedo made him appear like the devil himself. Long brown hair clung around his shoulders. It was a style Henry had always despised, but beggars cannot be choosers. The smaller form had the strength of the gods. He was a god.

Henry held Sinclair close, allowing their bodies to touch as he pulled every last drop of power from within the dying man. His lips made their way to Sinclair's throat. He felt the large man stiffen as he pierced the flesh with his teeth. Henry almost stopped. He really didn't want it to appear like a vampire attack.

It would alert the wrong people. But a frenzied hunger gripped him. First, he would drink from the husband and then his perky little wife who was cowering across the room.

He felt his loins tighten at the thought of her blonde hair.

Dropping Sinclair's lifeless form on the bloodstained beige carpet, he crawled on his hands and knees toward Mrs. Sinclair. She was young, too young to be Michael's mother. The body hosting his spirit was eighteen. Sinclair's wife could only be in her late twenties or early thirties. She was such a small thing, golden blonde hair, and petite body. It was her chest that must have caught Sinclair's attention. She was well endowed and had the feel of a cocktail waitress or former stripper. It was possible then, more than one Sinclair had fallen for such girls. Nevertheless, there was magick within her. Not as strong as her husband's, but still there. She was a seductress, using her gifts to gain money, fame, and love.

Henry's new senses told him all this in less than a heartbeat. When Michael was alive, he had resented her and at the same time, secretly desired her. Today, those dreams would come true, even if Michael were no longer alive to enjoy the fruits of his labour.

She did not scream, to much shock even to think clearly. It was how Henry liked it. He was a wolf stalking his prey. The boy would not be like this. No, the child would fight, so would his friends. Nevertheless, one by one, they, too, will become his. The faery and angel will bow before him. They will lay under him, crying out his name in passion, and he would give them a pleasure they could never have dreamt.

The woman whimpered as he reached her. It was impossible to believe she could ever have mothered the body he now inhabited. She was so young, so very tasty. He nuzzled her neck, drinking in her fear.

"Please, Michael. Don't do this," she sobbed as he undid her soiled blouse.

 "Lynda. May I call you, Lynda?" He grinned down at her as he sat on the edge of the bed and caught her leg before she could pull away. "That's a very pretty name. I guess you know by now your husband's dead and I'm not Michael. Well, not any more at least. And no, I'm not a demon, not quite at least." His hand started to travel up her naked thigh. "We're going to be very close for the next few weeks. Very close. You see, I've been dead this past week. A coma of sorts. A crazed Warlock switched bodies with me at the last moment." He indicated the closed bullet hole on his forehead. "Should've killed me. I'm not quite sure why it didn't or why Michael's memories led me here, but there's a purpose behind everything, I suppose. Now I'm just hungry. Very, very hungry."

She screamed then, long and as loud as the gag would allow her. Henry smirked as he lowered himself upon her. "I like my food lively," he teased before striking. Soon Elijah Hawke will scream in agony as he, too, lost all his loved ones to Henry Griffin.

After defeating an evil sorceress and warlock, banishing a demon and even battling a psychic vampire, Eli Hawke would get a break. But no such luck, vampires are a lot harder to kill, especially when they have magick running through their viens. And if he thought Henry was tough to fight before, now’s even harder, especially after his soul swapped bodies before death could claim him. Then there’s his faery Guardian Selena. After living nearly a thousand years she’s decided she wants to settle down and maybe start a family of her own, but when she dumps her boyfriend after he starts getting abusive for a mysterious new man, Eli has to reconsider where he stands in her life. And lastly there’s Daniel...or rather Anthony. After a past life regression attempt goes seriously wrong, Daniel and Eli’s past incarnation takes possession of Daniel’s body and is thrust into the present. As if remembering his past life isn’t hard enough what can Eli do now that the past has become part of the present?
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Windows to the Soul

Written By: M.J. Spickett
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Life is not easy for any teenager, but for seventeen year old Elijah Hawke it is an utter nightmare. Born with unf...
Life is not easy for any teenager, but for seventeen year old Elijah Hawke it is an utter nightmare. Born with unfathomable magickal powers, Eli is trying to cope with the loss of half his gifts and desperately wishes to be like a normal teen. Frustrated with his life he accepts a deal with a strange Priestess who seems to know more about him and his past life than even his Watcher does. But it is a deal that may very well cost him his life when the Priestess tries to use him to call forth the Chaos demon. It’s up to Eli’s faery Guardian, Selena Hawke, to find a way to rescue her wayward charge and show him the importance of the people he has taken for granted, including himself. Ultimate power lies in the hands of a teenage boy, and every sorcerer in the world is after him.
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