Jack and Ginger (Sacred Heart Coven Book 3)
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Authors: Felicia Starr
Jack and Ginger Sacred Hearts Coven
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Copyright © 2013 by Felicia Starr
Copyright © 2014 by Felicia Starr
Copyright © 2015 by Felicia Starr
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Breaking the Darkness Series
(New Adult Paranormal Romantic Suspense)
Taken
Marked 1.5
Betrayed
Sacred Hearts Coven
(Steamy Contemporary Romance with a touch of magic.)
Dark and Stormy
Light and Sweet
Jack and Ginger
Hawk Creek Novel
(Psychological Romance Suspense/Thriller)
The Beauty in Deception
DEDICATION
This book is dedicated to the heartbreaker
that made my heart whole
.
Chapter One
JASINDA HURRIED AROUND THE UNUSED kitchen in the rear of her pub trying to make sure she had everything she needed for the night ahead of her. The moon would be at its fullest at midnight; she didn't want to be late. She promised her sisters to mix up one of her famous meads so she needed to be on time.
With autumn around the corner, she decided a pumpkin flavored spirit would be the best option. She made it periodically throughout the year as it was one of her own personal favorites. She knew people seemed to go crazy for anything pumpkin starting at the end of summer through the fall.
"Steve!" Jasinda yelled out through the small opening to the main bar.
"Yeah, babe, what's up?" Steve hollered back.
"When you get a chance can you help me put my stuff in the Bug." She poked her head through the window.
"Now?" he asked.
"Yeah? Could you please? I'll watch the bar." She smiled at him hoping she was charming enough to get him to stop whatever he was doing.
"K, babe."
Jasinda walked out of the kitchen around behind the bar. She slid her hands around his waist from behind. She reached up on her toes to whisper in his ear, "You're the best. I'm going to show you how much I appreciate you when I get home tonight."
Steve spun around holding her arms in such a way that he remained in her embrace. He leaned down and ran the tip of his nose over the angle where her shoulder met her neck breathing in her scent.
She still wore the same oil that she wore the night they met. She considered trying something new on several occasions, but she figured why bother if after all those years it still had the same effect on her husband. Besides, she loved how the soft powdery musk had a sweet floral finish.
"You keep making promises like that, and I will do whatever you want," Steve whispered back making the hair that hung down over her shoulders tickle her neck. She started to giggle like a little girl. "You think I'm kidding?"
Jasinda looked up into her husband's eyes and not only could she see, but she could feel how sincere he was. She gave him an impish smile. There wasn't anything she wouldn't do for her husband, but she loved feeling like she got to wear the pants. He loved her and desired her, and she used it to her advantage whenever she could. Who wouldn't?
"Good thing I know you will be up when I get back." Jasinda wiggled her eyebrows and let her hands fall down into the rear pockets of his jeans. She pulled him in toward her and she could feel that he was already half way there.
"Woman, you better let me go take your stuff out to the car before I close this bar and hold you as my prisoner for the rest of the evening." Steve was dead serious. There was no mistaking the fire in his eyes.
Jasinda lifted herself and gave him a sweet slow closed mouth kiss before she let him go. Once she released him, she realized that there was no one tending to the bar patrons.
Whoops
... Jasinda had gotten lost in the moment with her life mate. It didn't take much to have her become putty in his hands. The funny thing was she knew he knew it. She smiled to herself as she reached for a bar rag.
"Where is Sally?" she asked Steve just as he was about to walk through the swinging door to the kitchen.
"She just called out sick- again. I was just about to see who I could call in before you asked me to help load your car. I think we need to talk about some staff changes. Maybe tomorrow at breakfast?" Steve informed her.
"Ok, do you want me to start calling around to find a cover?" she asked him.
"That would be great. I will be back in a few and can help you call from my cell. Don't worry I can manage just fine if we don't find anyone." He winked at her, she loved his confidence. She always knew she could count on him and that was worth its weight in gold.
Before Jasinda opened the staff book, she made sure to check on the few guys sitting at the bar. She poured one of them a draft. Just as she was about to dial the first bartender on the list the front door to the bar opened. It was still early and since they didn't serve food there wasn't usually a big rush until after nine.
The sun was still shining behind the silhouette of a female figure walking into the bar. Jasinda couldn't make out what she looked like yet, but there was something magical about the way the rays of light shone in around her. She loved noticing the little artistic moments that life had to offer.
The doors closed behind her. As the woman got closer to the bar, she waved to Jasinda. At first Jasinda wasn't sure if she was just being polite, but when she got close enough she realized who it was. Jasinda walked around to the front of the bar.
"Ginger, oh my goddess, I haven't seen you in months." She opened her arms to offer her a friendly hug.
"I know. You know I am usually only here during football season." Ginger practically fell into Jasinda's arms.
Jasinda was not technically a psychic or a true empath, but she was highly sensitive to other people's emotions. The wave of pain and sorrow hit her like a mac truck. She pulled back and held onto Ginger's arms and looked at her face.
"Are you ok, sweetie?" Jasinda knew that she wasn't.
"Yeah, sure why?" Ginger answered, but her eyes were focused on something on the floor.
"How about I get you something to drink?" Jasinda offered. "It's on me."
"Oh really? Thank you!" Ginger took a seat at the end of the bar closest to the kitchen.
"What can I get you? A beer, or do you need something a little stronger?" Jasinda tried to joke and probe at the same time as she tossed a coaster in front of her friend.
Ginger placed her oversized red bag on the bar. She smoothed her hair back and blew out a breath. She smiled; Jasinda thought it looked like the effort was hurting her. She had seen Ginger's smile plenty of times, and this one was just unnatural.
"I could go for something much stronger, but I think a Coke would be great for now." A nervous chuckle followed her answer.
Jasinda filled a glass with ice and grabbed the soda gun. She looked over to Ginger and searched her eyes while she pushed the button for Coke. There was something off and different about her. The woman's energy was all over the place.
Jasinda was starting to stress because she knew she had to leave soon to meet up with her sisters of the Sacred Hearts Coven. It wasn't her turn for casting a spell, but she was getting the notion that she might have to request the stage tonight to help her friend. If only she knew what was wrong.
Jasinda adjusted the placement of the paper coaster and rested the pint over the advertisement.
"So how are things here?" Ginger asked as she scratched at the stitching on the edge of her bag. "Did you have a good summer?"