Tymber Dalton - Many Blessings

Characters are funny things. We authors often talk about the voices and how we cant control them. I envy the plotters who can perfectly script how and where a book is going. Im a pantster, which means Im frequently at the mercy of my characters. The voices.

Having explained all of that, if you want to read the backstory of what happened at the Corey house and the events that led up to, and overlap, where the prologue of this tale begins, please pick up my book Out of the Darkness from Siren-BookStrand. (Matt and Sami also appear in Red Tide.) I wrote Out of the Darkness several years back, and it was an EPIC winner in 2010. But not too long ago, I had several characters pop into existence and insist there was more of a story to tell. Its not necessary to read that book first to enjoy this one, but you will have a far deeper understanding of the other side of the events leading up to the series if you do.

This is book one in my Coffeeshop Coven series. It centers around the New Age store, Many Blessings, and the people whoeh, haunt it on a regular basis.

Also, there is an official prequel to the Coffeeshop Coven, Its a Sweet Life. Its also not necessary to read that book before reading this one, but Libbie and her guys demanded their own story, so I thought Id add them to the series so they would shut up and quit distracting me.

The town of Brooksville, Florida, really exists, as does the Croom Motorcycle Area of the Withlacoochee State Park. The mining pits and gravestone in the park also exist, although Ive taken literary license with the history, the house, and other landmarks. I used to live inside the park, on five of the ten acres the Coreys resided upon. While my descriptions of the park dont match the current details (the main road is now paved, among others) anyone familiar with the park for a number of years might find themselves traveling down memory lane.

Mandaline Royce frowned as she stared at the image the Weather Channel displayed. On the screen, a large, pre-hurricane-season blob inexorably chugged its way toward the west Florida coast late that Wednesday afternoon. It would likely be named Tropical Storm Adelle within the next twenty-four hours.

What the frak is going on with the weather? Mandaline asked. Doesnt Nature know its not even June first yet? Its way too early for a tropical storm.

Youre just bound and determined to manifest that dang thing right over us, arent you? Julie playfully teased from the front windows. Both Mandalines friend and employer, she was currently emptying the displays of merchandise.

Mandaline twirled a long, brown lock of hair around her finger. And youre not? Youre clearing out the front displays.

Thats prudence. So is rolling down the storm shutters. She turned and pointed to Mandaline. Look, its nearly three. I seriously doubt were going to have any more customers in here today the way the weathers looking. Get your butt home, pack, and get yourself and Damien back here ASAP.

Damiago.

Damien is a better name for that evil pussy, Julie joked as she pulled her wild, curly red hair into a ponytail and twisted an elastic band around it. Doesnt matter. You two are staying here with me during the storm and not in that ratty trailer.

Mandaline picked up the remote and changed the cable channel to a light jazz music station. Its not going to be that bad. That trailer can handle some wind. Truth be told, she was looking forward to a little skyclad rain dancing.

Julie filled her arms with merchandise she pulled from the window displays and carried it over to the counter. Bullshit. She put the stuff down. I need you here so I dont have to worry about your safety. This buildings old, but its sturdy. Im going to be over at the Coreys house tomorrow in Croom for most of the day anyway. Id feel better with you here.

Mandaline shivered. I reeeeally wish youd cancel that. Do it next week once the weather clears. And take someone with you. Like Sachi and her skeet gun.

Julies expression softened. They need me. I have to help. You know I cant turn my back on them.

That house is bad juju, girlfriend. Mandaline shivered again and rubbed her hands up and down her arms in a futile attempt to soothe the gooseflesh rippling them. They should burn it down to the foundation, salt the ground, and deed it over to the state to make it part of the park.

Things cant be evil. Energy can be dark, yes. But things can be cleansed of dark energy. You know that as well as I do. She brightly smiled. Besides, I really like Sami Corey. Shes a sweet woman. I think well be seeing a lot of her in here once she gets through everything

Mandaline didnt miss the way Julies voice faltered, the way her smile faded. Mandaline quickly rounded the counter and put her hands on Julies shoulders. What is it? Whatd you see?

Nothing. Julie shook her head and pasted a fake smile on her face that didnt fool Mandaline in the least. The weathers getting to me, thats all. You know I hate these storm systems.

Mandaline searched Julies eyes. You saw something. Dont lie to a witch, girlfriend.

Yeah, I saw your ass being blown away if you dont spend tomorrow here. From the force of Julies smile, Mandaline knew her friend wouldnt reveal what she saw. You lose power during a little sunshower. Your power will be out for days even if the trailer doesnt fly away to Oz with you and Damien in it. Take that large cooler Ive got in the back and unload your freezer and fridge into it. Bring it all here. We can put everything in the fridge in the break room.

Your power will probably go out, too.

Ah, but remember, Ive got that backup generator now. And the propane tank for it is slap full, so well be fine. I had them come top it off yesterday. She headed back to the front windows for another armload. Go on. Seriously. Chop-chop, kiddo.

Mandaline sighed as she watched Julie. Her friend had seen something, had one of her uncannily accurate visions. Mandaline suspected something related to that damn Croom house.

She also knew her stubborn friend wouldnt say what until she was ready. Fine. Ill go pack.

Julie waited until Mandaline left to flip the sign to Closed on the front door and sit down at her desk, where the shakes finally hit her. Persnickety, her shaggy little terrier mix, jumped up into her lap and whined.

Julie felt the tears in her eyes and brushed them away with the back of her hand. I have to, she whispered to the dog. I have to help them. If I dont help them, theyll die. All three of them, tomorrow. George Simpson is coming through strong and using the storms energy to grow stronger. They have a chance if I go help.

The little dogs brown eyes stared up at her as if in agreement.

Julie hugged him close and breathed in the warmth from his body. The future isnt written until its the past, she whispered into his fur. I have to help them. May the Goddess help me write them a better past than what I saw.

Still, she couldnt shake the image that had invaded her mind. Of a woman, Evelyn Simpson, tied to her bed and being raped by her husband, George Simpson.

A vision of an event that had happened nearly a hundred years earlier.

An unrecorded, unreported crime, but one that Julie knew to the depths of her soul had occurred in that house exactly as shed seen it.

Something that occurred before George murdered Evelyn and their children. A mystery that had lingered in the countys history.

Something that could happen again if she didnt stop it and rid George Simpsons dark energy from that houseand from Samis husband, Steven Coreyfor good.