Charmed Again (Halloween LaVeau) Read online

  Charmed Again

  Copyright © 2013 by Rose Pressey

  Praise for Me and My Ghoulfriends by Rose Pressey

  “Rose Pressey spins a delightful tale with misfits and romance that makes me cheer loudly.”

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  The Halloween LaVeau Series:

  Book 1 – Forever Charmed

  Book 2 – Charmed Again

  The Rylie Cruz Series:

  Book 1 – How to Date a Werewolf

  Book 2 – How to Date a Vampire

  Book 3 – How to Date a Demon

  The Larue Donovan Series:

  Book 1 – Me and My Ghoulfriends

  Book 2 – Ghouls Night Out

  Book 3 – The Ghoul Next Door

  The Mystic Café Series:

  Book 1 – No Shoes, No Shirt, No Spells

  Book 2 – Pies and Potions

  The Veronica Mason Series:

  Book 1 – Rock ‘n’ Roll is Undead

  A Trash to Treasure Crafting Mystery:

  Book 1 – Murder at Honeysuckle Hotel

  The Haunted Renovation Mystery Series:

  Book 1 – Flip that Haunted House

  Book 2 – The Haunted Fixer Upper

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, incidents, places, and brands are the product of the author’s imagination and not to be construed as real. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

  Dedication

  This is to you and you know who you are.

  Acknowledgements

  To my son, who brings me joy every single day. To my mother, who introduced me to the love of books. To my husband, who encourages me and always has faith in me. A huge thank you to my editor, Eleanor Boyd. And to the readers who make writing fun.

  Table of Contents

  Copyright page

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  About Rose Pressey

  Other books by Rose Pressey

  Chapter One

  The idea of vampires had rarely crossed my mind until now. I’d been too consumed in improving my witchcraft skills to give it much thought. That had all changed the night two gorgeous brothers showed up at my front door. They both claimed they had come to protect me, but for different reasons. That was how I’d ended up in a sleek black car headed for New Orleans in the middle of the night.

  Fog had settled over Enchantment Pointe, making visibility difficult. I held on tight as the car sped along, hugging the curves of the road. Nicolas Marcos sat in the back seat of the car and Liam Rankin navigated the wheel. Unfortunately, I had no idea where we were headed. All I knew was that Nicolas had been accused of stealing another witch’s powers. As the new leader of the Underworld, apparently this was my problem now. That put me in a bit of a pickle because Nicolas’ sexy eyes and gorgeous body had distracted me for some time now. What did they want me to do about it anyway? Was there some kind of punishment for stealing powers? I had no idea.

  My name is Halloween LaVeau and up until now the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me was that I’d been named Worst Witch of the Year for the past few years running. Yeah, I was that bad. Luckily, my skills were improving thanks to the Book of Mystics, but more about that later. Honestly, sometimes I wondered if my mother’s decision to name me Halloween had been more than just a cruel invitation for me to be teased while growing up. Had my name somehow sent the paranormal powers-that-be directly into my path? Heck, maybe I was putting too much thought into it, but nevertheless, my world had been turned upside down just a few short days ago.

  Nicolas and Liam had shown up on the doorstep of LaVeau Manor under mysterious circumstances. It hadn’t been a coincidence that I’d just discovered a strange old book written in an unknown language right before their arrival. Much to my chagrin, I still hadn’t figured out most of what was written in the book. The words and spells appeared of their own free will. Anyway, this old book had unleashed a power within me that I’d never come close to possessing before. Apparently, whoever owned the book was the leader of the Underworld. Lucky me. Heck, I still didn’t know what the Underworld was— how was I supposed to lead it? But as we headed away from town, barreling into the night, I knew I was about to find out. My heart beat faster at the thought.

  “Do you want to tell me more about these charges?” I asked, looking at Liam, then over my shoulder at Nicolas.

  Tension emanated from the backseat. Nicolas’ strong jaw was set in a straight line. He glanced down, avoiding my stare, and I took that as a message that he didn’t want to discuss the matter. But if I was the leader now, I had to set some rules, right? I had to push the lust-filled thoughts of Nicolas to the back of my mind and ask for answers. I might be new at this gig, but I wanted to take the duties seriously.

  I couldn’t deny my feelings for both of the men. But for some strange reason I felt as if Liam would be just fine without me. Nicolas, on the other hand, seemed as if he needed me. I wasn’t sure what had given me that impression. Wishful thinking maybe.

  I studied Liam’s handsome face, half lit by the sliver of moonlight coming through the car window. Liam and Nicolas were both amazing specimens of masculinity. Not to mention they exuded irresistible levels of charm. They had the same high cheekbones, dazzling smiles with full lips, eyes the color of a bright summer sky, and thick dark hair that you just wanted to sink your fingers into.

  It was no surprise that they looked alike though because I’d recently discovered the two men were half-brothers. There was one thing that set them apart from each other. Yes, they were both witches, but Nicolas was a vampire too. I still didn’t know the full circumstances of how that had come about. But his mother and aunt had been turned at the same time back in the 1800s. Now that I thought of it, why hadn’t Liam aged? That thought hadn’t occurred to me until now. Yes, witches lived long lives, but we aged. Liam looked to be aro
und the same age as Nicolas.

  It was funny now I realized just how little I truly knew about them. I’d have to ask more questions. Nicolas’ mother had been the leader of the Underworld… but that was a story for later too. Right now I had to find out why Nicolas was being charged with such a ridiculous crime.

  “Who is the witch who’s accusing him?” I shifted on the leather seat. It was impossible to get comfortable with the waves of apprehension flowing through me.

  Liam steered around a curve. “Her name is Sabrina Stratford. She’s from the New Orleans Coven. Her brother is the leader of that Coven.”

  Nicolas remained tight-lipped in the back seat. Was this too stressful for him to talk about or was there truth to the allegation?

  “Do you want to give me your side of the story before we get to wherever it is we’re going?” I asked as sweetly as possible.

  Nicolas ran his hand through his thick black hair. “I’m not sure where to begin…”

  “How about you start from the beginning?” I said, forcing myself to remain calm.

  After exhaling, he said, “She was being attacked and asked me to turn her into a vampire.”

  Whoa. That was a little more serious than I’d expected. I exchanged a look with Liam. He must have read my mind because he frowned in response.

  “When did this happen?” I asked, keeping my tone deceptively composed.

  “It was just a day before I came to LaVeau Manor.” A look of discomfort crossed his face.

  This was almost too much to wrap my mind around. I’d had enough to deal with learning about my new leader status and now this. I knew my Great-Aunt Maddy had just been trying to help me by leaving me her beautiful home, but it had been nothing but a disaster since I’d moved in. LaVeau Manor was an imposing structure with a large veranda and three stores. The manor stood near the river with a creepy old family cemetery nearby. Not knowing what else to do with the place, I’d decided to run the place as a bed-and-breakfast. Shortly thereafter Nicolas and Liam had shown up.

  “Aren’t you supposed to stay with her or something after turning her?” I asked.

  I had no idea how the whole vampire thing worked. Clearly now that I was the leader of the Underworld I needed to learn a few things.

  “You’ve been watching too many movies,” Liam said with amusement in his voice.

  “Well, excuse me for not having the paranormal handbook memorized.” I didn’t know what to do with myself so I nervously tapped my fingers against my seat.

  After all, until recently I had been the butt of all the witches’ jokes. My lack of powers had been famous for miles around. Enchantment Pointe Coven members had even written a pamphlet about my abysmal witchcraft skills.

  “She didn’t give me a chance to help her. After I turned her, she took off. I hadn’t heard a word about it until Liam called just now.” Nicolas’ voice was smooth, but resolute.

  “You said she asked you to turn her? What does that mean?” Maybe I should have read those Twilight books because I had no idea how any of this worked.

  He let out a deep breath. “I went out for a jog by my house and that’s when I heard a lot of noise, then a scream.”

  “What did you do?” I pushed.

  “I ran toward where I heard the noise. That’s when I saw the woman fighting for her life with this beast attacking her...” Nicolas’ voice trailed off.

  My eyes widened. “What kind of beast?”

  A grave look fell over Nicolas’ face, as if he didn’t even want to picture the thing in his mind.

  “A demon beast,” Liam answered for him.

  I must have led an extremely sheltered life because I’d never heard of such a thing until now.

  “A demon beast? What is that? How is that different from Isabeau?” I asked.

  Isabeau was a demon I’d accidentally brought back with my substandard spellcasting. Looking back, I guessed I understood why the Coven had named me Worst Witch of The Year.

  “A demon sent here from hell,” Liam offered.

  I shivered at the thought. “What does it look like?”

  I probably didn’t want to know, but I asked anyway.

  “The demon is big and midnight black. The thing looks like a shadowy figure until you get up close.”

  “Have you been close to this thing?” I asked with wide eyes.

  He hesitated, then nodded. “I came closer than I’d have liked once.”

  “What else does it look like?”

  “The demon has long arms that reach almost to the ground and claws that curl under like hooks,” Liam said.

  I tried to seem unfazed by the startling description, but there was no way to hide the fear in my voice.

  “What does it want?”

  He shrugged. “Who knows? It wants different things, I guess. But mostly it just wants power and to take a soul back to the devil.”

  “Kind of like a token or prize?” I never wanted to be one of their prizes.

  “You could say that, yes,” Liam said, as he negotiated a curve in the road.

  “But why would she want you to turn her just because this beast had attacked her? Couldn’t you just save her from the demon? If it took off, then what was the need to turn her?” With each question I grew more confused.

  “The beast had tried to kill her. She was dying and I was her only hope of survival.” Nicolas’ voice lowered.

  No doubt the scene was playing on loop in his mind. I hated to remind him of what had happened, but I needed to know the details.

  “So she knew you were a vampire ahead of time. It wasn’t like you’d flashed your fangs at her or anything,” I said, shifting in my seat.

  “No, I wasn’t showing off my fangs.” Nicolas tried to sound casual, but I wasn’t convinced. He looked out the window into the darkness.

  We sat in silence for a few moments while we all contemplated the situation. I had no idea what I was getting into. What did they want me to do about this? I couldn’t make it all better. I couldn’t un-turn the woman. Or could I?

  I’d recently figured out that I had the power to reanimate the dead. I’d mistakenly brought a demon back to life. Thank goodness the demon I’d dealt with looked nothing like what Liam had described. Isabeau Scarrett had popped up at LaVeau Manor, a demon disguised as a beautiful blonde. Needless to say, bringing demons back was a power I didn’t want and I certainly didn’t want to start bringing vampires back from the other side as well. We’d made it to the outskirts of Enchantment Pointe, yet I still had no idea where we were headed. The darkness of night coupled with the fog had left me disoriented.

  “When are you going to tell me where we’re going?” I asked, turning my attention back from the window.

  “It’s a place just outside New Orleans. We’ll be there soon,” Liam said without glancing at me.

  “Well, that is a vague answer. I don’t think it’s fair to toss me into this situation without telling me what I should expect to see,” I said, not hiding the frustration in my voice.

  “She’s right. She needs to know,” Nicolas said softly as he leaned his head back against the seat.

  “Nicolas’ fate is in your hands now. You’ll hear the charges against him and decide what happens next,” Liam offered.

  “What? I’m supposed to decide his punishment?” I asked with a high level of excitement coloring my words.

  When I looked at Nicolas he offered a half-hearted smile. “Everything will be fine, Hallie.”

  I didn’t agree. Things would be far from fine. How could I decide something like that when I had feelings for Nicolas? We’d just fought off another demon together. Well, with the help of Nicolas and Liam I’d fought off the demon at the annual Enchantment Pointe Halloween Bash. It would be Halloween soon, my birthdate and the reason my mother had named me Halloween in the first place. Call me crazy, but I’d rather go back to celebrating the holiday by passing out candy to the cute kids than going to New Orleans and deciding another witch’s fate.
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  “We’ll hear what this witch has to say,” Liam said.

  “You mean we’re going to meet this woman?” My chest tightened and heaviness sat like a weight in my stomach.

  “Yes, like I said, her brother is the leader of the New Orleans Coven. She has been an outstanding member of the coven for many years,” Liam said.

  I rubbed my temples. “Why did she just take off after this happened? It doesn’t make sense.”

  And they expected me to sort this mess out. Had she been afraid of Nicolas? I supposed that made sense. But didn’t she recognize Nicolas right away? The brothers had been around the coven members often.

  “With any luck, that’s what we’ll get to the bottom of,” Liam said, tapping his fingers nervously against the steering wheel as he drove.

  I expelled a long, tired breath. “Yeah, with any luck. So we’re going to this plantation. What happens once we get there?”

  “You’ll meet all the coven members. They’ll share the charges and then it’s in your hands.”

  Liam glanced at me as if to say he was sorry. No reason to be sorry. It wasn’t his fault.

  My stomach sank again. Was it too late to turn back? I needed to speak with Nicolas more. And face to face, not over my shoulder. I couldn’t discuss this with him sitting in the backseat of this darkened car as we sped down the highway. Would he look me in the eye and tell me the truth? I’d always believed he was honest.

  “I understand that vampires are trying to steal witches’ blood. But that’s not me and that’s not what I’m about. Liam can tell you that,” Nicolas said as if he’d read my mind.

  There had been a tension between the brothers from the moment they had arrived at LaVeau Manor. Heck, they’d kept the fact that they were brothers from me until earlier tonight. I’d thought for quite some time that they might kill each other. Liam was a detective with the Underworld and had been in charge of protecting Nicolas’ mother. But she’d been murdered by her own sister while on Liam’s watch. That had caused a great deal of animosity between the brothers. They were far from mending fences and I wasn’t positive that Liam would vouch for his half-brother.