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    Wishful Thinking
    Wishful Thinking
    Wishful Thinking
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    Wishful Thinking

    By Stephanie Bedwell-Grime

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    On Halloween night heartbroken Rory casts a spell to resurrect her lost love. Instead of bringing back her lost fiancé, she summons Gareth, a ne’er-do-well and scoundrel cursed to wander the void forever to atone for his sins. Rory does everything in her power to send him back, but nothing works. She’s stuck with a sexy, rogue ghost.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherFeral Martian Publishing
    Release dateOct 17, 2017
    ISBN9781987927191
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      Wishful Thinking - Stephanie Bedwell-Grime

      WISHFUL THINKING

      By

      Stephanie Bedwell-Grime

      Copyright © 2005 by Stephanie Bedwell-Grime

      All rights reserved.

      Published by Feral Martian Publishing

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

      Previous Publication

      Wishful Thinking © 2005 by Stephanie Bedwell-Grime, originally published by New Concepts Publishing in 2005 and by Double Dragon Publishing in 2011.

      Dedication

      For my dad. Miss you!

      Table of Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      About the Author

      CHAPTER ONE

      HALLOWEEN NIGHT, 2003...

      Rain spattered the cobblestone street. Aurora tugged on the lapels of her sweater, trying to keep the night's chill from working its way under her collar and down her spine. She hadn't planned on rain. Then again, she hadn't planned on being out alone on Halloween night wandering down the town's most spooky street.

      Old town was almost deserted at that hour as the clock ticked toward 11 pm. One hour to accomplish her goal. Pulling her sweater tighter still, she hurried on trying to ignore the wind that picked up, throwing fat, icy raindrops in her face. The wind pushed against her, throwing her momentarily backward. It was as if nature conspired against her, trying to prevent her from reaching her destination.

      The sign appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Tina's Spell Shop she read, squinting against the rain. Potions and Potables.

      Lightning crackled overhead. Rory jumped. Hesitating, she stood on the street in what had become a veritable downpour. This was what she came for. Why was she hesitating now? In an hour, the opportunity would be gone forever. She hauled on the door handle. For a moment she was certain it was locked, that the proprietor had taken notice of the weather and left early, leaving the neon sign that said Open 'Til Midnight still lit.

      But then the door sprang open, admitting her to the gloom inside.

      The inside of the shop smelled musty and damp from the rain. Wan light sifted in from the streetlights, diffused by the water-laden air. The old floor creaked under foot as she stepped inside and pulled the rickety door shut behind her. Rory looked around in the dim light. The interior of the shop was lit entirely with candles. They burned on the edges of the display cases, dripping frozen waterfalls of black wax.  It would make a huge mess to clean up tomorrow, she thought absently. With another glance at the amount of wax on the counter she realized the candles had been there for a long time.

      Never can have too many candles, said a voice out of the gloom. The owner of the voice stepped into a circle of light. Rory bit back a gasp.

      A green-faced witch strode toward her complete with a beak nose and a giant wart on her chin. Upon closer examination Rory realized both the nose and the wart were prosthetics expertly applied, as was the green makeup. By her slender figure Rory guessed that the person beneath the Halloween costume had to be about her age.

      As Rory studied her, the witch laughed. Most of my colleagues wouldn't be caught dead dressed like this, but this is a tourist area and I like the theatre of it all.

      "Well, it is Halloween," Rory agreed.

      And what a night for it, the witch said, staring out the windows at the miserable night beyond. I really count on the extra business at Halloween. But I think the weather has kept everyone in tonight. I was just about to close up shop.

      Well...if you’re closing... Rory said, courage leaving her all at once.

      Oh, no problem. The witch tore her attention from the rain and centered Rory in her probing gaze. Her eyes were amber, she realized suddenly. They made a striking contrast against the green makeup. You’re the only customer I’ve had in hours. You have my full attention. What can I get you?

      I’m looking for a book of spells, Rory said, then added. Nothing complicated, though. I’m new at all of this.

      The gaze grew more intense. Are you certain that’s what you need? the witch asked. Magic is not something to be tampered with lightly.

      It’s just for research. Rory regretted the lie instantly. The witch, for all her theatrical makeup, seemed like a nice person.

      Those amber eyes gave her another once over. Rory couldn’t be sure whether she believed her or not, but she strode off toward a towering bookshelf. I’m sure I have a spell book for beginners up here somewhere. A ladder led to the upper shelves. Putting one foot on the ladder, she turned back. I’m Tina, by the way. Help yourself to some mulled cider there in the caldron. It’ll warm you up.

      Thanks. Rory knew Tina expected her to give her own name, but the less she knew the better. If she knew what Rory really intended to do with the spell book, she certainly wouldn’t be offering her refreshment.

      Rory wandered off in search of the cider. The smell of spice wafted from a black cauldron. She stirred it once with the ladle and poured a measure into a mug shaped like a skeletal fist. The cider sent a wave of warmth all the way to her belly. She hadn’t realized how chilled she’d gotten from wandering about in the rain.

      Tina climbed down from the ladder carrying a small book. She blew the dust off the cover, allowing Rory to see that the jacket had been designed to look like a miniature grimoire. The title Simple Spells for Beginners was written in blood red ink. I can give you a ten percent discount on this one, Tina said. On account of the dust.

      Rory glanced down at her watch. Eleven fifteen already. She really had to get going. That’d be great. I’ll take it.

      In a swish of black robes, Tina strode to the cash register. Cash? she asked hopefully.

      Sure, Rory said.

      Trying not to

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