MAKING MAGICKAL ALLIANCES: A Paranormal Women’s Fiction Novel

around Jake as the big Newfoundland lumbered across the lawn toward us.
Rand gave me one of those looks I couldn’t interpret. “Jake was up at the house when we came down here.”
“So he changed his mind and decided to join us.” I started walking toward the two dogs. The rest of the group followed, even though Rand and I were the only ones who could see both of the dogs.
“Roxie, I left Jake inside the house.”
“Yeah, so—” I stopped as what he was saying hit me.
The dogs were almost to us by now. Toby gave an excited bark and rushed at Jake. The ghostly Newfoundland turned his body away from his canine friend, like he was playing a game of keep away. He spun again as Toby reversed his direction.
“Rand? What does Jake have in his mouth?”
Sam and Tess stepped up on either side of us, watching, well, Toby at least. We stood there as Jake finally made it to us. He sat, looked at us as if he were seriously considering each of us, and dropped a baseball-size chunk of rock from his mouth. As it rolled to a stop between Sam and Tess, Tess stooped to pick it up.
“Did anyone else just see this rock appear out of nowhere?” she asked, reaching for it. As she straightened, the rock in her hand, she noticed Rand and I staring at her. “What?”
I looked at the rock, at Jake, who had flopped to the ground, his tail wagging lazily, at Rand, then back at Tess.
Tess was standing stock still, her jaw slack as she stared at the place where Jake lay.
Rand’s voice broke the silence around us. “Houston, I think we have a problem.”

The End?
Not even close . . .
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