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Rosanna's newfound powers are far too tempting to ignore. Can the little witch pull herself back from the brink of darkness before it's too late?

“What, you can’t speak?”
She looked around at the others. They were laughing along with Taylor. Tears began to roll slowly down her cheeks. She wiped them away with the back of her hand. She narrowed her eyes as the boy told her she was stupid and laughed again. So did the other kids. She would give anything to be able to control them, to tell them all what to do. Then they’d see who ruled the neighborhood.
A bright blue flash took her breath away, and she frowned, wondering where it had come from.
Rosie looked down and saw that she was dressed in a gossamer sheath of white with silver glitter. It was a beautiful dress, much like a ballerina gown. She had taken ballet once at Mama’s request and the best part was the outfit, but she had hated the shoes that pinched her feet. She remembered her Halloween costume and it was a lot like this. Rosanna wasn’t normally into dressing up, but she couldn’t help but twirl around a little, giggling. “I look like a princess!” she exclaimed. The costume was actually very comfortable, and the shoes were silver flats. The sparkle in them was so lovely. They reminded her of Dorothy’s shoes, the red ones that sparkled in The Wizard of Oz.
“You are Princess Rosie, and we are here to do your bidding,” one boy said, drawing her attention away from the dress she wore.
She stopped twirling and frowned at the display before her. Every child around was bowing before her. This wasn’t real. It had to be another joke.
She looked down at Tina, who now curtsied. “Tina, stand up. Are you really in with them?”
The girl slowly stood, looking uncertain. She shook her head, her honey blonde locks shaking with the movement. “I am not sure what you mean, Princess. Please, your highness, tell me what you want me to do.”
Rosie’s mouth dropped open. When she glanced around, the backyard had been transformed. It was like one of her story books or the worlds she dreamed of. The grass was made of gold and they were suddenly indoors, inside a beautiful castle with bright-colored velvet draperies and a runner down the middle of the aisle. A gold throne sat nearby and she skipped over to it. She tested the seat and found it to be incredibly soft. Oh, my, she thought. It would be almost like sitting on a cloud. She hesitated, still sure it was all a dream or something. She was going to wake up any moment now, and maybe even the bullying would be a dream.
Amused, she decided to sit down. When she looked back at the children, they were dressed in many colorful costumes, but nothing as perfect as the one she wore. She sighed and knew this was the best dream ever.
“We will do your bidding, Princess Rosie. Tell us what to do.”
She rubbed her hands together, thinking she’d make Taylor pay first. After all, it was her dream.
“I want lemonade, Taylor. Fresh squeezed.”
He bowed before her, and then rushed off to fulfill the request. She watched him, wondering if he would actually do it. She relaxed against the cushions of the throne and enjoyed what happened next. One by one, the children left and returned with various items, a pillow for her feet, snacks or books, anything that would entertain her. “Why are you doing this?” she asked.
“We only wish to please you, your highness.”
She cocked her head. “Do you remember the treehouse? Or Seattle?”
They only stared at her.
“You don’t?”
“We are here for you, Princess Rosie.”
She looked down at her clothes. She was still in that beautiful dress, not muddy like she was before. This might actually be fun. She laughed. “I will rule over you all. You will do everything I say!”
“Yes, Princess Rosie,” they all chimed in at once.
She smiled, but couldn’t contain a shiver that crept down her back. It was that sensation of ‘trouble’ again. She looked at Taylor, who was starting to look a little pink from exposure to the sun. Well, it served him right. “You will do whatever I say.”
“Yes, your highness,” the group of children said in unison once more.
“What is going on here?!”
She gasped. Uncle Adam was right before her. Little by little, the dream world disappeared and she looked down to see that the mud had returned to her clothing. The children blinked and looked around as if confused.
“Ah…kids, you should all go home now. Your parents are probably worried.”
One by one, each of them left the yard. “You made them leave,” she accused.
“Well, I’m glad they did. After what I just saw…” He shook his head. “Come inside.”
His tone was firm and she felt an uneasy sensation in the pit of her stomach. She followed her uncle inside the house.

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She dreamed of a fresh life, a new week and another day to do all the things she had left for next week, for another day....

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Messing with free will is always a bad idea...

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The contrast between her ferocity and the carefree, joyous way she had been dancing made him want to laugh. He shook his head. “What are you doing with that? You could hurt someone.”
“It’s an athame.” She narrowed her eyes at him.
He frowned. He doubted she knew how to wield the weapon. But, it wouldn’t be smart to underestimate her. His job had taught him to be prepared for anything. “Now, wait just a minute, sweetheart. I’m not going to hurt you.” He took one step out of the line of trees, then stopped.
“I just came to make sure no one’s trying to start a fire out here.”
She frowned. “Are you a ranger?”
“Hardly.” He sighed. “I used to be a cop.”
Her eyes wavered over his face, and then gave a swift perusal of the rest of his body. He had never been more aware of his masculinity, dressed in simple jeans, a tee shirt and a jacket.
“I don’t recognize you. Are you a tourist?”
He shook his head. “No. I just moved here a few days ago.”
“What are you doing out here anyway?” He struggled not to be distracted by her nudity, however appealing it was.
“Nothing. A spell.”
“A spell?” His eyes flew to the black cauldron. He remembered the strange chanting he’d heard before. “You’re practicing witchcraft? That’s a new one.”
“Wicca, actually, is a religion based on the elements of nature. It’s a way to harmonize with our environment.”
“Is that right?”
Unnerved again by her naked body as well as her suggestion, he shrugged out of his barn coat and approached her. He draped it around her shoulders and buttoned it over her, aware that he might as well be caressing her, he was so close to her. He realized that his coat was touching her luscious, naked body, her most secret spots. The thought made him clench his fists. “Can I give you a ride back home? My truck is nearby.”
A long silence fell. Her gaze on his, it seemed to take her a while to decide if she could trust him. “All right.” She dropped the knife she held.
Inwardly relieved, he sighed. “We need to put the
fire out,” he pointed out.
He took a stick and nudged the cauldron enough so that it spilled its contents onto the fire. A puff of smoke filled the air, causing them both to cough at the whiff of herbs and something else that smelled burnt. He began to doubt if she was really a witch after all. It was likely she was dabbling in the arts because she was bored. When she gasped, he turned, alarmed. “What is it?”
She pointed to the mess he’d created with the broth and the campfire. “I wouldn’t have done that if I were you.”
“Oh? Why not?”
She opened her mouth as if to explain, then suddenly closed it. “Never mind.”
“Fine, then. Let’s get out of here.” With a hand against the small of her back, he nudged her gently toward the path he’d taken to find her campfire. “So, how long have you been dabbling in—”
“In what? Magick?”
He wondered if her contrariness was borne out of the urge to make him more uncomfortable about the subject than he already was. “Yes.”
“All of my life.”
He raised his eyebrows. This woman was getting more interesting by the moment. And for all he knew, she might be crazy. “I see.”
“I doubt it.”
Not only was she sexy as hell, she was feisty. He fought down the response of his libido to that deadly combination. Perhaps she was a witch. She would be nearly impossible to forget now that he’d met her. “Maybe you could tell me your name?”
“You can call me Jessie.”
He grinned. At least now he could put a name with a face. Or a body. “Well, nice to meet you, Jessie. I’m Ethan Hamilton.”
“Good to meet you too. What are you doing out here though?”
“I have a cabin not too far from here. I was by the shore when I saw the light from the campfire.”
“Oh. Sorry for disturbing your peace.”
“Believe me. It was no bother.” At least not if he didn’t want to sleep tonight. His body was as hard as a rock, clenched in anticipation of what he could share with this woman if she let him. And that wasn’t likely, considering her reception of him. “We’ll reach the truck soon, I promise. You’ll be home in no time.”
“No problem.” He cleared his throat. “Is there a reason I found you naked out there? I mean, you lost your clothes somehow, right?”
The secret smile she gave him made his throat feel dry. “Do you want me to lie?”
“Of course not.”
“The ritual was best practiced in the nude. Skyclad rituals are very common, you know. The Goddess tells us, ‘You shall be free from all slavery, and as a sign that you be truly free, you shall be naked in your rights.’"
He lifted a brow. “Even if that were the case, you didn’t walk there naked, did you?”
“Didn’t I?”
Maybe she was crazy after all.
“I didn’t walk at all.”
He thought she might be saying that she was transported by magic. Yep, she was batty as hell. He was so not touching that one. He cleared his throat again.
A sharp cry startled him and instinctively, he reached forward and grabbed her when she started to fall. Unfortunately, she ended up right in his arms.
Or maybe it was fortunate after all. With her luscious lips so close, he could almost taste her. And her scent…dear God, she was intoxicating, like a mixture of night air and jasmine. “You all right?” he managed.
She nodded. “My foot caught on a rock, I think.”
“Is it bleeding?”
“My foot or the rock?” Her cheek dimpled.
He laughed. “Your foot, of course.”
“No, I don’t think so. It’s all right.”
“Good.” He realized his mistake immediately. Some strange instinct caused him to keep her close. Stepping back would be a crime and she was seductive. Knowing she was naked underneath his coat didn’t help anything.
She was way too accessible. Heedless of the costs, he plunged a hand into the soft waves of her dark hair and lowered his mouth to hers.

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