Embrace

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Embrace

Cherie Colyer

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Omnific Publishing

Dallas

Copyright Information

Embrace, Copyright © 2011 by Cherie Colyer

All Rights Reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without prior written permission of the publisher.

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Omnific Publishing

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First Omnific eBook edition, December 2011

First Omnific trade paperback edition, December 2011

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The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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Library of Congress Cataloguing-in-Publication Data

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Colyer, Cherie

Embrace / Cherie Colyer – 1st ed.

ISBN: 978-1-936305-97-1

1. Witchcraft—Fiction. 2. Paranormal—Fiction. 3. Romance—Fiction. 4. Magic—Fiction. I. Title

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Cover Design by Micha Stone and Amy Brokaw

Interior Book Design by Coreen Montagna

Dedication

To Dad and Mom -

Thanks for encouraging me to dream.

Chapter 1

The Party

I S
HOULD
H
AVE
C
ARED
what I wore, but I couldn’t quite get there. I didn’t see any point in dressing up just to get knocked down. Now, if my best friend had said,
Epic party and we’re going,
I would have rushed upstairs and changed out of the cream tank top I’d rescued from the hamper that morning, and I would have put on my new jeans, the ones with the rhinestones on the pockets. But that’s not what Kaylee said.

“Your life’s about to change, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

That’s
what she’d blurted into the phone just after she had told me she’d be by in fifteen minutes to pick me up for the party at Wingaersheek Beach. She hadn’t said,
I have a great surprise for you,
or,
You’ll never believe how happy you’re going to be.
She hadn’t said anything to hint this change was good, and that bothered me.

For me, change meant major adjustments in my life. It meant learning to live without people I loved. Taking on responsibilities I wasn’t ready for. It meant even a tub of chocolate and peanut butter ice cream and all the lattes in the world wouldn’t make things better.

I called her back several times. She wasn’t answering. Whatever she had to tell me, it had to be bad or she would have told me over the phone.

Several years ago, just after my tenth birthday, my mom had said, “Our lives are going to change.” And then the bell on the toaster had rung and two pieces of toast popped up as if excited to hear the news.

I remember every detail about that conversation. Mom had been at the stove, scrambling eggs, ham, and cheddar cheese together to make my favorite breakfast. Her hazel eyes had this happy twinkle to them, and her cheeks almost glowed. I’d been wearing my birthday gift—Ugg boots I had begged and begged for—with my pastel blue pajamas. Her excitement had been contagious. It had made me giddy.

“I’m pregnant,” she’d gushed. “You’re going to be a big sister!”

Don’t get me wrong, my little brother is great—a pain in the butt, but a pretty cool kid nonetheless. Yet his birth had marked the first time I had to learn the meaning of change.

The clock on my nightstand announced twelve minutes had passed since Kaylee had called. With cell phone in hand, I hurried downstairs, stuffed my feet into my pink plaid canvas sneakers, and raced out the front door. A cool breeze circled past, reminding me that it would be even colder near the water. I reached inside the door and grabbed my white hoodie from the banister.

Outside, there was no sign of Kaylee.

“Argh,” I grunted. The sound of dishes being loaded in the dishwasher drifted out of the open windows, making me feel a little guilty that I wasn’t helping my dad clean up dinner.

I flipped my cell phone open. Fifteen minutes and still no Kaylee. I took a seat on the stoop, with elbows on my knees and chin cradled in my hands, and blew out a breath that sent my bangs flying upward.

Finally, Kaylee’s faded green MINI Cooper rounded the corner at the end of the block. I jogged down the walk and had the car door open before she came to a full stop. My nerves untangled themselves when I saw she hadn’t picked up lattes and didn’t have a half-gallon of ice cream waiting for me.

“You’re late.” I slid into the passenger seat.

“Two minutes.” She wore a white top, jeans, and sneakers. Her bangs had grown out to her chin and curved perfectly to frame her heart-shaped face. I couldn’t have managed that with an entire bottle of hair spray and a flat iron.

“So, what’s going to change my life?” I asked as soon as I was buckled in.

She looked me right in the eyes. “You’ll see.”

Then she drove off as if she didn’t know the anticipation was killing me.

“Oh come on! You have to tell me,” I begged.

“I signed us up for the Harvest Committee at school,” she said. She took a right at the end of the block.

“That’s not what you called about. Please tell me it’s not.”

It didn’t surprise me that Kaylee volunteered to help with the festival. She loves fall and everything that comes with it, but being part of a committee doesn’t exactly change your life, and she knows that.

Kaylee giggled. “Of course not. And I’m not going to tell you, so stop asking.”

I crossed my arms over my chest and gave her a sidelong look, hoping if I pouted she’d break and spill the news.

She shook her head and said with a smile, “Still not saying.”

I dropped my head back against the headrest in frustration. “You can be completely impossible when you want to be. You know that?”

She burst into laughter. “Trust me, will you?”

“Fine.” It wasn’t like I had much choice. “But this change better be good.”

We drove with the windows down, letting the wind comb through our hair. The smell of burning wood from fire pits filled the crisp fall air. Cornstalks and pumpkins decorated porches, and the sound of children’s squeals echoed up and down the street.

“I haven’t heard from Kevin this month. I was going to give him a call over the weekend,” I said.

Kaylee glanced at me, her expression serious. “Madison, I think it’s great that you and Kevin are keeping in touch, I really do, but don’t you think it’s about time you moved on? I mean, he did break up with you.”

“Because he moved to Minnesota.”

“Exactly. What’s it been? Four, five months now?”

Kevin and I had dated close to two years, ever since the beginning of our freshman year. We could finish each other’s sentences and always knew what the other was feeling without having to say a word. We fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. He was familiar, and our relationship had been comfortable. It was hard to just forget about him. “What’s wrong with us keeping in touch?”

“Nothing.” Kaylee sighed. She stopped at a red light and looked at me. “Just promise me if you meet someone else, you’ll give that person a chance.”

“Whatever.” It wasn’t like I was avoiding other guys. Much.

Ten minutes later, we reached the trees near the shore. Kaylee pulled in and parked between two SUVs.

“It’s been too long since we’ve been to a party,” Kaylee said as she dropped her keys into her purse and grabbed her cell phone.

We walked toward the beach. I could see out of the corner of my eye Kaylee’s fingers flying over the small keypad on her phone. The chime signaling she’d received a text played a few seconds later.

“Josh’s waiting for us near the water.” She dropped her phone back into her bag.

I nodded my reply.

There must have been forty or fifty people at the party. Ben Taylor had pulled his pickup truck close to the water and was blasting music from two large speakers in the bed. We weaved our way past the various groups of people dancing and talking.

“The committee meets next Wednesday to discuss what we want to have at the festival this year.”

“Can’t wait,” I replied with as much enthusiasm as I could muster. The festival wasn’t what I couldn’t stop thinking about. I stepped in front of her. “I can’t take it any longer. What’s going to change my life?”

“I thought you were going to trust me?” She started walking again.

“I do,” I moaned, following her. “But I really, really want to know. What if I guess? Is something going to happen at school?”

“Nothing you don’t already know about.”

“Will it affect my wardrobe?”

“Nope, but there is a sale going on at that little shop you love.”

We passed a group of girls who were tossing logs onto one of the two bonfires.

I glanced toward the ocean, looking for Josh. The last of the evening light spilled over the water, making it look like a sea of lava. “Your dad upped your allowance and lattes are on you for the rest of the year? Oh! You’re getting a new car and you’re going to give me the MINI!”

“Ah, no and no.”

I pursed my lips as I thought. “You’re not an alien or anything like that.”

“Totally. Just don’t tell Josh. He’s not into the whole interspecies scene.” Kaylee shook her head as she nudged me with her shoulder. “You still love me, right?”

“Definitely.”

“There they are.” She grabbed my wrist and steered me to the right.

“They?”

Josh was talking to someone I’d never seen before. This new guy was almost as tall as Josh (which was saying a lot since Josh was six-foot-two), only he had broader shoulders and wore his brown hair spiked, as opposed to Josh, who was lanky and had black hair that fell in masses around his face.

“Who’s that with Josh?” I asked as we walked closer to them.

“New neighbor, I think,” she said, but her smirk told me she knew for sure.

As if he had heard us, the new guy glanced around, his gaze stopping on me. We were still too far to see the color of his eyes, but they were dark, and his skin had a hint of a tan that had faded with the warm weather. I couldn’t look away from him. I don’t know exactly how to explain what I felt, but it was almost as if he was the sweet nectar of a honeysuckle and I was the bee.

A smile stretched across Josh’s face when he saw Kaylee. “There’s my girl.”

Kaylee stood on her tiptoes as she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a quick kiss hello. Josh’s friend glanced away from them, first looking at the rocks and shells that littered the long stretch of beach, then back up at me.

Josh draped an arm over Kaylee’s shoulders and said hello to me.

“Is this new?” Kaylee touched the dark metal cross around Josh’s neck.

I stopped listening to them and instead turned my attention to Josh’s friend. I brushed my dark brown bangs away from my eyes and said, “Hi, I’m Madison.”

He smiled. “Isaac.”

“Sorry,” Josh said, as if just realizing we didn’t know his friend. “Isaac’s parents bought the house across the street from me. Isaac, this is Kaylee and Madison.”

Isaac said hello to both of us, but his eyes locked on mine. I returned his smile with a shy one of my own.

“Where did you move from?” I asked.

“Amesbury, about forty miles north of here.”

Josh picked Kaylee up, tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Come on. Let’s move our party down the beach.”

Kaylee giggled and then screamed as Josh jogged toward one of the bonfires.

“Shall we?” Isaac held his hand in front of him, indicating the direction Josh and Kaylee had gone.

We followed Kaylee’s laughter. A hundred butterflies fluttered around inside my stomach, making me all too aware of Isaac’s eyes on me. When I glanced up at him, I was met with a smile.

“Have you started school yet?” I was pretty sure news of a hot new guy would have been the talk of the lunchroom.

He shook his head. “I start Monday.”

“Are you nervous? I mean, I know I’d be, if I had to switch schools mid-semester.”

“Not too much.” He picked up a piece of driftwood. “I’ll know Josh and you and Kaylee. It won’t be too bad.”

“Are you a junior?” We might have had a couple of classes together if he was.

“Senior.”

“That sucks.” As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I wanted to shove them back in. “Not that you’re a senior. That you had to move with only—” I quickly did the math in my head “—seven months left of high school.”

“It’s okay.” He passed the piece of driftwood from one hand to the other and back again. “The move puts my dad closer to work.”

I nodded. “Where’s he work?”

“Rowley.”

I bit down on my lips to keep from pointing out that Rowley was smack dab in the middle of Gloucester and Amesbury.

Josh and Kaylee were already sitting down when we reached the bonfire. I stepped over a long log and took a seat next to Kaylee. Isaac sat on my other side. The salt from the sea had turned several of the flames blue and violet. Kaylee and Josh were having an argument with someone near them about the effects of the moon on the tide.

“Are you all moved in?” I asked Isaac.

“For the most part.” Isaac spun the driftwood in his hand, end over end. “We still have a few things at our old place.”

“Are you in the mocha house directly across from Josh or the white one a few doors down?”

“The mocha one.” He tossed the driftwood into the fire, causing a spray of sparks to shoot upward into the air. “We almost didn’t get it, though.”

“Were your parents bidding against someone else?”

“No. My mom found out the previous owner was, well…” He paused as if searching for the right word. “Eccentric.”

I knew he meant crazy. People liked to joke that Mrs. Lawson was a few brain cells short of sane, but in reality she was a nice old lady who grew her own herbs and made her own soap.

“She’s sweet,” I said, thinking about all the times I’d seen her outside tending to her flower gardens. “Why’d your parents care?”