An elemental witch with limited magic falls in love with a human. Standard really.
My story is a typical one. Girl meets boy, drama ensues, and the warlocks try to kill me. Okay, maybe not so typical. And yet, it’s on point. My whole life, I’ve been one of eight members left in the last witch coven. Cursed to continually revisit the earth until all eight of us unite with our soul match in one lifetime, we fight the warlocks in order to reawaken magic before the witches finally die out.
Antony is my hunky bodyguard, assigned to me by the last witch elder. When I’m kidnapped by the warlocks, he stops at nothing to find me, even though he’s in complete denial about our connection. Still, can’t blame a guy for freaking out when he finds out that he’s a witch, destined to be my soul match. Only time will tell if we’re able to fulfil our fate or will magic fade, along with my happiness?
THIS BOOK WAS PREVIOUSLY CALLED PISCES – ZODIAC TWIN FLAME BOOK 1. IT HAS BEEN REWORKED AND EDITED
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Bring magic back to earth? Easy peasy. Until my life gets blown apart. Literally.
With a witch elder missing, and a mission to complete, I’m in the perfect position to plan a counter attack on the warlocks. That’s until a disaster at work rips my world apart, leaving me defenceless against our enemy.
My ex-girlfriend Natalie is determined to get me back on my feet, pushing me to become a better witch in order to fight the warlocks and find my soul-match. If I don’t embrace the new me, my magic will fade along with my chance at being happy.
THIS BOOK USED TO BE CALLED ARIES – BOOK 2 IN THE ZODIAC TWIN FLAME SERIES. IT’S BEEN REWORKED AND EDITED.
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Rachel grew up in South East England. She learnt at a young age that life can be hard work. She now believes that whatever happens to you, you can overcome it.
She writes to help others see that no matter where you come from, you can still achieve your dreams. As a teenager she would never have dreamed of becoming an author.
However, in her twenties, she realised that she was allowing her past to dictate her future. She decided to accept and forgive everything that had happened to her, everyone that had hurt or upset her and she even forgave herself for allowing life to bring her down.
In early 2014 after writing The Deadliners, Rachel decided to self publish. It was one of the best things she’s ever done. Since then, she’s released numerous series’ and really enjoys writing full time.
Rachel will always remember where she came from, but only to see how far she has come.
Something made my gaze lift to the closed front door. A strong compulsion overtook me, so I followed my instinct and ended up standing at the top of the townhouse steps, just outside the door.
“How did you know I was here?”
Antony sat on the bottom step, his arms resting on his thighs. I looked at the back of his head as my heart played like a drumstick against my ribcage.
“I didn’t, something made me-”
He got up and spun towards me. “I didn’t want to see you.”
I grabbed my chest as pain exploded through me. “Then, why did you come?” I snapped back.
What was his problem?
Antony shook his head and ran up the steps, stopping on the one just below me. I reached out and rested my hand on his chest. His heartbeat was as rapid as mine, his muscular frame unable to hide the thumping. He folded his fingers around mine and looked into my eyes.
“You make me feel…” he whispered, tapping his chest with our entwined hands.
“You make me-”
“Don’t.” He leant forward and rubbed his nose against mine. “When I see you, a rush of emotion overtakes me, and I can’t even think.”
His lips were close to mine. I wanted to lean forward and touch him with my tongue. It was a bizarre urge, and yet, there it was. However, I couldn’t go round poking him with my tongue, we had to talk.
“That’s how I feel, Antony. I want to date you. We can start slow, work out this witch journey together.”
His eyes widened and he started to pull back. Putting my arms around his neck, I tried to comfort him. He took my hands and moved them away.
“This is crazy. It’s not real.”
“Why do you say that? Why are you fighting?”
Moving forward as he backed down the steps, I halted when he put up a hand. “Please don’t run from me,” I whispered as his feet touched the pavement and he turned.