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    In a Witch's Hands: Witches in the City, #1
    In a Witch's Hands: Witches in the City, #1
    In a Witch's Hands: Witches in the City, #1
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    In a Witch's Hands: Witches in the City, #1

    By Diana Morland

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    Penny Robin gave up on magic when she left her family and moved to the big city. She's not a witch anymore, and she plans on keeping it that way.

    Nothing has been the same for Ingrid Eliot since she got her heart broken. For one thing, she doesn't believe in magic anymore—which is inconvenient, since she owns an occult store.

    Magic turns into a lot of trouble for them, especially when it forces its way in where it's not wanted.  Luckily for Ingrid, Penny is there to protect her. And maybe that's worth all of it.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLoveLight Press
    Release dateAug 28, 2015
    ISBN9781519949554
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      In a Witch's Hands - Diana Morland

      In a Witch's Hands

      In a Witch’s Hands

      Witches in the City: Book 1

      Diana Morland

      Chapter 1

      Penny

      I take a deep, happy breath, set down my suitcase, and unlock the door of my brand-new apartment.

      Not one step into the living room, I freeze.

      It's just like I saw in the pictures: as beautiful as I was promised, just as practical, just as me (which is not much at all, until I get it furnished). But there's something wrong. There's something else here with me.

      I don't even have to concentrate to understand what it is. I'm not the first inhabitant of this apartment—but I am the first one who is a witch. And since none of those other people ever did any cleansing, either before or after they lived here, traces of them—their lives, their emotions, their wants and needs—fill the apartment so thickly that it's hard to breathe.

      It makes me feel suffocated, sick, and angry. Because I came here to leave all the witchcraft behind. To get away from the legacy of my family, the danger that magic brings, and the need to be anything other than an ordinary person.

      But I've never lived anywhere that hadn't had regular cleansings before. I had no idea how painful it could be. And now I'm going to have to backslide, break my vow of not using magic anymore, just to be able to live here. It's either that or go back home, and that choice is so easy it's made before I even realize it's an option.

      Quickly, I shove my things into the apartment—at least I only brought what I could fit in my car, and my books are being shipped—and lock the door. I hurry back out to the street, grateful that it's a nice day out, and my new city tends to plant trees. I can wander as long as I need to in order to find a store that will sell me what I need... the smoky quartz that, of course, I didn't pack, because I was getting away from all that.

      I stop not two blocks from my new apartment at the unmistakable front window of an occult shop. Did Stephanie know this was here when she helped me find the apartment? Or are there just so many occult shops in my new city that a witch is bound to stumble upon one wherever she goes?

      This shop is called Mystic Moon Books & Gifts, blazoned across the windows in elegant script. The shelves under the sign display crystals of all shapes and sizes, brooms, and several beginner books—just the items to attract both curious passersby and excited little neopagans. Through the window, I can also see a young woman sitting behind the counter, chin resting on a hand propped up on her elbow, eyes gazing off into the distance. Bored out of her skull. Probably doesn't even believe in magic.

      Well, that's good, right? I don't want anyone suspecting what I can do. Better to surround myself with nonbelievers.

      I take a deep breath and step up to the door. When I open it, actual bells attached make a careful little jingle that immediately makes my shoulders stiffen. I think I see a wince on the part of the counter girl, before she straightens up, pastes a smile on her face, and chirps, Welcome to Mystic Moon! Can I help you find anything today?

      I let the door swing shut behind me. Now that I can see her more clearly, I realize the woman behind the counter is a bit older than I thought, close to my age. But that's not the problem.

      The problem is that she's drop-dead gorgeous.

      Beautiful copper curls frame a round face. Even pulled out into a customer-service smile, I can see the sweet rosebud shape of her pink lips. Her eyes, framed by long lashes, are a muted, soothing blue. And her body...

      Well, I shouldn't be looking at that delightfully curvaceous shape. And I definitely should not be wondering if beneath the counter where I can't see, her hips flare out in the same hourglass curve as her bust. Nor should my eyes be drawn to the neckline of her top, where a lush line of cleavage is clearly visible.

      Because if the laws of statistics—and my own rotten luck—hold true, then she's straight. Not to mention she owns an occult shop. Not the sort of woman I should be letting myself get tangled up with. Besides, one of the reasons I moved to a big city is that there are bound to be tons of lesbians here. Once I get settled in, I can go looking for them. I don't have to be looking so close to home.

      I've been staring for too long. She's waiting for an answer. I know I should say no, go in and get my smoky quartz on my own, be in and out of here in a moment without further interaction. But from where I stand I don't see the smoky quartz, and without being familiar with this particular shop, I don't know where it might be kept. Maybe it would be faster if I did get her help.

      Actually, yes, I say. I'm looking for a smoky quartz.

      Of course! Right over here. I don't know whether her cheerfulness is faked for customers, or if she really is like this. But my mind derails once she comes out from behind the counter and I see that her hips are just as lovely as I'd imagined. Oh, if I could run my hands over those curves...

      No. Bad Penny. She's probably straight, remember? And you'll probably have to come back here someday. No acting strange, or she'll notice.

      She guides me past a bookshelf and into a cute little nook, filled with open-top wooden boxes filled with crystals of many types and sizes, though mostly less than palm-sized; the bigger ones are on display in the front window. Thankfully, my apartment is small, so I'll be able to get away with just using a thumb-sized piece. I immediately spot the bin of smoky quartz and begin gently rummaging through, looking for one that doesn't feel like it has any energy embedded in it yet.

      Doing a cleansing? the cashier asks cheerfully. She's a couple inches shorter than me, just the perfect height. I can see the tiny bit of roots, showing that her hair is not naturally quite this vivid, but I can forgive that; without magic, I may start dyeing my scattered few silvers back to black soon.

      Ah, yes. I just moved to a new place. I

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