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“Need a ride home, Ms. Teller?”

“Thanks, but no thanks, Mr. Kovac. I’ll walk.” At his skeptical look, I add, “I need the exercise.”

“Uh-huh. You look tired. You’ve had a shock.”

No kidding. My leg muscles ache; my whole body screams pain. Both thumbs throb with a septic beat, the scrapes and the scratches burn, and I’m covered in blood. My blood. The day is growing hellishly hotter the higher the sun climbs.

“I’m good, Mr. Kovac. Catch you later.”

“Call me Jack, and I insist. I want to talk to you. And I need to schedule that appointment for your statement.”

The prospect of hiking down the mountain is kind of daunting. But I’m not thrilled about riding with an FBI agent who’s eying me as if I’m a suspect. What if he tries to trick me? Talk to him? I don’t think so. I’ll take the ride, but resolve to keep my lip zipped. “Okay, you win.”

We hike back to the fire road. I take the lead, leaving Kovac to thrash through the underbrush by himself. The man spurns help? He won’t get any from me.

As I step free of the forest and walk down the road to his BMW, my unease deepens. No, not because I’m wondering who and what Jack Kovac is. Now I’m uneasy because I don’t know how well the man drives. I am one of those people in life who does her own driving. I mean always, ever since I got my license at sixteen. I dislike and distrust other people’s driving. Whenever Daniel and I went out, I insisted on taking the wheel. Which never failed to infuriate my ex-fiance.

I stand beside the car, balking at climbing in. Kovac courteously opens the passenger door for me, smiling a little, no doubt thinking I expected no less. Doesn’t he know chivalry is dead? I’ve got no choice. I climb in.

An on-board computer mounted on the dashboard between the seats has blanked itself to a sky-blue screen, the cursor blinking on the sign-on line of the browser.

Kovac strides around the car and slides in the driver’s seat. What can I do? It’s his car, of course, but I offer, “Would you like me to drive, Jack?”

He lifts the sunglasses and aims an amused look at me. Ah-ha. Not such an iceman, after all. “Why would I want that, Abby?”

He turns the ignition, skillfully negotiates the narrow road, and cruises toward Centennial.

“Abby Teller. What a surprise when Valdez told me your name and sent me the info on your driver’s license. You’re famous in the World of Magic.” He glances at me. “But you know that, don’t you.”

Since he’s phrased another nonquestion, I see no reason to provide an answer. I cross my arms over my chest again, feeling vulnerable and exposed. I don’t like feeling vulnerable and exposed.

He brakes where the fire road lets out onto Centennial.

“I didn’t want to discuss your true nature in front of Malaky and Valdez. They’re good people and good cops, but they’ve got no power. Sometimes they recognize power when they see it, and it intimidates them. They distrust power, don’t understand it. Legally they’re not supposed to, but sometimes they discriminate against people with power. But you know that, too, don’t you.”

Again, not a question.

He hangs a hard right, and the car plunges down Centennial like a rollercoaster ride. I brace both my hands on the dashboard. Am I worried about the lack of seat belts? No, I’m used to that. Hi-Ho Silver doesn’t have seat belts, either. And no, I’m not frightened by Kovac’s driving. I’m terrified.

“What I don’t know,” I say, “is how I’m supposedly world famous. Or why those in the World of Magic believe I’m dead.”

He starts to glance at me again, and I shout, “Eyes on the road, please!”

“Yes, miss.”

“Did you know you could cut your gas bill by fifty bucks a month just by driving five miles an hour slower?”

Kovac laughs, a short, dry bark of a laugh. The laugh suits him. At least he can laugh. He brakes the BMW and slows down, but not nearly slow enough to suit me.

“How does everyone in the world know–”

“Everyone in the World of Magic. That excludes ninety-nine percent of everyone else. Not counting the monsters.”

There he goes again, interrupting me. Correcting me. “How everyone etcetera has heard this fake story?” I say, annoyed.

Making a show of keeping his eyes on the road, Kovac swivels the computer monitor toward me and taps the edge of the screen with his forefinger. “Take a look for yourself. Yonder, On.”

A thick slice of lambent light, pulsing with blues and purples, lifts up off the screen and floats above the dashboard in front my astonished eyes.

“Whoa! What kind of computer is this?

“The computer has nothing to do with the Yonder. The screen merely acts as an energy source. Much easier to use than a crystal ball.” To the floating slice of light, Kovac says, “Yonder, summon Abby Teller.”

A world pops up in that pulsing light. I see my name, the date of my birth, the date of my death at the age of eight. I see our backyard in Buckeye Heights, the brick patio, the broad lawns. The sentinel oak by the bedroom window, the great elm with its smooth, ivory-colored bark. The bed of tulips and daffodils Mama planted every spring along the edge of the lawn where the old-growth woods rose up. A little girl skips across the top bar of the silver swing set Papa put up.

The little girl is laughing, her skinny arms outstretched, balancing like a tightrope walker. Starbursts of magic sparkle all around her.

That world jump-cuts to another world. Night rain pelts a woods, and a man, woman, and child running, running, running. A fork of lightning flashes. Thunder rumbles.

“Yonder, Go to yesterday,” Kovac commands.

“Wait a minute.” Dread clenches my throat. “What was that?”

“Yonder, Go on,” Kovac says.

The dark woods blur and disappear.

“Let me see!”

“Later.”

“No, now!” Running, running, running. The nightmare I banished from my memory. Is it really real? But what actually happened? Now that I try to recollect that night, I can’t at all. The pain I still feel over Papa’s death blocks my view somehow, an impenetrable wall of grief.

“I said later, Abby.”

“It’s the day my father died, isn’t it?” I swallow hard. “The day I was supposed to have died?”

“Yes.” Kovac brakes at the Rimway. He conscientiously turns on his signal light and bears to the left, pulling over to the curb. He sets the parking brake, pulls off his sunglasses, and swivels in his seat, facing me with the full fierce force of his ocean-blues.

I meet the directness of his gaze with my frustration and my fury, aware of how close he sits beside me. Of his clean masculine scent, astringent and slightly herbal, like witch hazel. Swell. He smells nice, and I desperately need a shower.

“I don’t know what you’re doing, Jack, but you started this. Finish it.”

“This isn’t the time or place for you to witness the record of that day. And I’m not the one to show you. I’ve got a call in to Professor Bonwitch. He’ll know what to do.”

“Professor Bonwitch? Isaac Bonwitch?” Now I’m astonished. I certainly didn’t expect a connection between supernatural law enforcement and my new school. “The founder of Magical Arts and Crafts? You know him?”

“Of course. Isaac is one of my best consultants at Supernatural Crimes. Huge resources at his command and a fountain of wisdom. And commonsense.” Kovac releases the brake, slides on the sunglasses, and pulls out onto the road. “I want to show you something else. Something you need to see right now for your own protection.” He says to the slice of light, “Yonder, Go on.”

Now another world appears–grainy, jumpy, like a bad indie film shot with a handheld camera. A close-up of two hands–a woman’s hand clenched in a man’s.

The point-of-view pulls back, and I see the gearshift of my Mustang, the freeway stretching out behind the windshield. Brand’s grinning profile and the back of my head, my russet thatch pulled through the scrunchie, the silver chain glinting at my neck.

When I turn to glance at Brand, my face becomes blurred, like when you scramble the pixels of a digital image. Yet I can plainly see the black sparks of Brand’s power surging up my arm, surging into my throat, and the starbursts of my magic clustering, repelling his magic, driving the black sparks out of me.

“Look, look! I pushed his power out of me and back to him.”

“So you did.”

I stare at the slice of lambent light, marveling. “I’ve never seen such a thing. I’ve never even heard of the Yonder.”

Kovac turns onto Dwight Way. “Abby, I’m very glad you’re starting at Magical Arts and Crafts today.”

“Thanks for not calling me an ignoramus.”

“I would never. I’m just puzzled.”

“Puzzled why I’m such an ignoramus?”

“For someone with your power,” he answers tactfully.

“Me, too.” I’m in no mood to spill my life story to Jack Kovac. How Mama begged me not to use my power till she lay on her deathbed. How she raised me believing my power was a shameful secret to be suppressed. I don’t know Kovac that well. I don’t know him at all.

The show’s not over. Now the slice of light dissolves in another close-up, another clasp of our hands, Brand’s and mine. Brand’s power glimmers all around me. My power glimmers, too, blending with his, a shooting-star show of dark and bright. Beyond the windshield, black thunderheads boil up in the west. When I turn to look at Brand, my profile blurs again.

I shake my head, not sure what to make of that. The Yonder’s cosmic camera has a glitch?

Kovac aims a keen look at me.

“Who is he?”

“We don’t know yet.”

“But there he is. Can’t you identify him from. . . .the Yonder?” The word tastes strange on my tongue.

“No, these records only show your power. We need good old-fashioned fingerprints or some other ID to give him a name. Only after we identify him can we summon the records of his power in the Yonder.”

My power. Brand’s power. Records of me. Records of him. My head is starting to swim,  but I nod and say as if I get it, “Okay.”

Now the slice of light dissolves a third time and there I stand beside my Mustang in the bus zone. Brand seizes me in a great big bear hug, lifting me clear off my feet. The mingling of our powers crackles all around us and for the blink of an eye–superimposed over the mundane street scene—glows a gauzy image of our nude bodies embracing.

Was I really envisioning that at the time? Shame, shame on me.

Heat floods my face. “The Yonder shows the most intimate moments of someone’s magic?”

“You got it.”

“No consent, no privacy?”

“The Yonder is a lot like gravity, Abby. You can’t escape Its power except by extraordinary means.”

“Terrific.” I slump in the seat, hugging my ribs tighter. “Well. Brand had himself some crazy, wild power. A lot of it. I can’t believe he got himself and the girls killed. He would have put up one hell of a fight.”

“Agreed. We’re dealing with something very dangerous.”

“Vampires? The vampires at the Garden of Abracadabra?”

“I’ll have to review all the evidence before I can formulate a preliminary theory.”

“Right.” And I have to go to Magic 101.

Kovac turns onto Hillegass and slams on the brakes as two shaggy students dart across the street. He flings his arm in front of me protectively the way Mama used to do when I was a kid and she chauffeured me in the Mustang.

“They didn’t even look for oncoming traffic! And they’re not in a crosswalk!”

“Welcome to Berkeley.”

“Do they have a death-wish?”

“They think the whole world is going to stop on a dime just for them.” He steps on the accelerator and eases us down the leafy residential street. “Abby, everyone in the World of Magic has seen your death at the age of eight in the Yonder. Anyone who knows how to search for your power has had nothing more to look for or try to trace for years. Till now.”

“And now?”

“What did you see?” He sounds irritated the way Daniel got irritated when he thought I was being obtuse about something perfectly obvious. Like red dye 40.

I mull over what I’ve just seen. “I’ve started using my power again so I’m starting to appear in the Yonder again. As a full-grown woman, not a child.”

“That’s right. And what else?”

“I appear, but not too clearly.”

“Bingo. But clearly enough to establish that you’re alive.”

“Anyone in the World of Magic can see me now?”

“Anyone who searches for you, yes.”

“And the Horde? Can they see me?”

“If they search for you, they’ll see you. Maybe not your face, but they’ll see you.”

He turns left on Derby, then a sharp right, taking us onto Mirage Way.

“Jack, what is the Horde?”

He cruises slowly. “Gangster-sorcerers. But human. You can kill them with a gun if you know how to shoot. They’re not undead, in fact, they despise the undead, use the undead as slaves when they can get away with it. They traffic in murder-for-hire, extortion, abduction, slavery of every despicable stripe, smuggling and distribution of powerful exotic narcotics and magics. They’ve been operating out of the Midwest for a long time. Now they’re expanding in every direction.”

“To the west coast?”

“You’re here now.”

My mother’s deathbed words send a chill through me. In time they’ll come searching for you. “What do they want with me?”

He pulls over to the curb and brakes at the cobblestone driveway leading up to the Garden of Abracadabra. He pulls off the sunglasses and swivels in his seat again, gazing at me, his intense eyes lingering on the Eye and the Cross at my throat.

“It was Jorge Teller’s great destiny to fight the Horde. Now it’s your destiny, too.”

“Why is it my destiny? I’m just an ordinary woman.”

“You are not ordinary,” he growls, and I press back in the seat, stunned by his voice. His modulated tenor slides into my ears and coils there, a vibration of resonant sound bites. “You are the heir to the Eye of Horus. You wear the Utchat. The Providential Eye that’s warred against the Evil Eye for seven thousand years.”

I touch my amulet warily. It’s just a piece of inherited jewelry I’ve always worn because it’s kind of interesting, though not very fashionable. Now I’ve got to fight the Horde? And I’m the heir to an amulet that’s warred against the Evil Eye for seven thousand years? Okay, I’m in denial. Between my late mother and this foxy FBI agent, I need to process everything over a good, stiff drink. Maybe three. “Which my father left me when he died.”

“A great magician and a good father, by all accounts.”

“Taken from me too soon.” The fresh heartache takes me by surprise. I was supposed to have buried those feelings a long time ago.

“I’m sorry.”

We sit in a long, awkward silence. He gazes at me so searchingly, I have to look away. I study the cobblestone driveway, furrowing my brow, troubled. Just where do I stand?

“Malaky doesn’t really believe I killed those people, does he?”

“I don’t know what Malaky really believes, but probably not. You’re not the usual suspect.”

“Couldn’t any hiker have stumbled on the bodies?”

“The odds are way against it, like I explained, but yes. That you met the victims yesterday is a very strange coincidence.”

“But coincidences happen.”

“Coincidences happen.”

Kovac is being far too cagey for my comfort.

“I mean, Doc Eve said and Malaky agreed, the bodies look as if they were dropped out of the sky. What does Malaky think? I levitated them?”

“You did tell the police you got accepted at Magical Arts and Crafts. That means you’ve got power, and now Malaky knows it.”

“I swear I’ve never levitated a thing in my life!”

“I believe you.”

I take a chance and look at him. He’s still gazing at me in his intense way, his expression inscrutable. “Why doesn’t Malaky like me?”

“Malaky doesn’t like anyone. The feeling is usually mutual.”

“But he especially has it in for me.”

Now Kovac smiles, a marvelous warm smile that reaches his ocean-blues, lighting up their depths. Power shimmers off him, a palpable heat. “You look a lot like Joanie ten years ago.”

“Joanie?”

“Phil’s ex-wife.”

And there I am, nitpicking Kovac and Malaky and, for that matter, Brand as I size up each man against the grievances I harbor toward my ex-fiance.

Who knew I had a lot in common with Phil Malaky?

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8

Blood spurts from my thumb. I love bleeding after a job interview. I hold my hand over a rat’s-nest of Post-its, cursing Stanley. If it’s the desktop or my black silk dress, the dress comes first. I find a balled-up take-out napkin next to the answering machine and press the filthy thing to my wound, ignoring the greasy kiss of pizza sauce left by Stanley’s lips.

Obviously poor old Stanley is loony tunes. Obviously, too, he has no power. No power at all. When he seized my hand and stabbed me, I felt nothing but the safety pin plunging in. Not even a prick of power.

I don’t stand there cursing for long. I’m too happy. The job is mine! The salary mine! An apartment for me and a garage for Hi-Ho Silver. Mine, all mine! I can go to the Registrar’s Office tomorrow, sign up for the first class, and write a tuition check. Write that check without a qualm and order out for pizza.

If Stanley was unfit to fill the position of superintendent, then I, Abby Teller, will prove my fitness. Prove my fitness pronto. Tonight. Right now. Yes!

Those two checks due? In my hand tonight for delivery to the bank tomorrow. I’ll collect those checks or die trying.

I stride around the living room, blowing out candles, turning down wicks on the miners’ lanterns, unplugging nightlights, turning off the TV and most of the lamps. Maybe Stanley didn’t give a hoot about burning the place down or blowing a fuse, but I intend to stay awhile and keep my carbon footprint light.

My suitcase can stay put for now on the floor. I retrieve my handbag, seize the ring of keys Stanley so triumphantly flung down and the paper tape with Twenty-seven’s total amount due, and head out the door.

I gaze down the hall at the pools of light, the pools of darkness. There’s the archway leading to the lobby. The double doors of the library standing ajar, just as I’d left them. And as many steps farther on, the door of Number Two.

Looks like a straight shot to me, but who knows? You can take nothing for granted at the Garden of Abracadabra. I’ve learned that lesson fast.

“I belong here now,” I say to the ceiling, hoping the message patches through to the spirit of the building or whatever entity rules this place.

I set off down the hall, my high heels clattering on the hardwood floor, and arrive at Number Two without further incident. I rap my knuckles with my best I’m-in-charge-here-now knock.

In a moment the peephole darkens as someone peers through it.

“Who’s there?” says a female voice so strangely husky, I don’t recognize it.

“I need to see Esmeralda. I’m Abby Teller, your new super. Stanley told me she hasn’t turned in her rent check.”

“Poor old Stanley.”

“I need to take the checks to the bank tomorrow. I need hers now.”

“Always so grumpy. Some people are just like that, I guess.”

Ah. Esmeralda, then. I wave at the peephole. Suddenly I understand why Stanley spoke of her as if she were a case of persistent athlete’s foot.

The door swings open, and Esmeralda stands regally in the doorway with a checkbook, a Sharpie pen, and a man. Sandalwood incense wafts out, and the sounds of a romantic song from the nineteen-fifties. “The Shadow of Your Smile,” if I’m not mistaken.

She’s changed clothes. Or, rather, she’s shed clothes. She wears a red push-up bra, matching thong panties, an unbuttoned man’s shirt, and the sparkly red high heels. She arches an eyebrow at my somber dress and heels, not nearly as friendly as she was this afternoon. Her eyes hold something darker, something crueler.

“Aren’t you all dolled up for your interview. You got the job, I take it?”

“As you can see.”

“And aren’t you a busy little bee. I myself have been so busy”–she coyly strokes the man’s chest–”I quite forgot the rent’s due.”

I don’t think so, but I nod briskly and give her a cool smile. She ought to know from the start she can’t play get-the-super with me.

She props her checkbook on the man’s biceps and takes her time writing out a check.

The man is a tall, testosteronic hunk with rippling sun-bronzed muscles. Thick glossy black hair tumbles to his impressive shoulders, but his swarthy cheeks and long, narrow jaw are clean-shaven. Curly black lashes frame his big brown eyes.

Those eyes glare at me now with a strange, wild fury.

“Hi, there, I’m Abby.”

The man raises the corner of his lip, baring the yellowish gleam of his teeth.

That’s one way to smile. I can tell about the rippling muscles part because he wears nothing but a pair of acid-washed jeans slung so low on his hips, I can glimpse the furry line of black hair leading from his navel to his nether parts. He’s knotted a red cotton paisley kerchief around his neck and accessorized that with a hefty silver chain.

Esmeralda tears off the check, gives it a suspicious little shake as if it’s a soiled Kleenex, and hands it to me with a knowing smirk. Wait a minute. Did she just cast a spell?

Now that she’s done using his biceps as a desktop, the man wraps his arm around her shoulders in a proprietary way and gazes at her with worshipful adoration.

“Thanks, Esmeralda. Have a nice night.”

She plays with a dangling red kerchief tip. “Oh, we will, won’t we? Senor and me, we’re gonna party.”

I retrace my steps, heading for the archway leading to the lobby.

Am I having fun?

You bet.

Now. Question.

Is Senor a dog who shapeshifts into a man? Or a man who shapeshifts into a dog? It’s your classic chicken-and-egg kind of question but, when it comes to shapeshifters, I think the answer makes a big difference.

If Senor is a dog, then when he shapeshifts into a man, I can deal with the man by smacking him with a rolled-up newspaper, whistling, and speaking simple commands. Sit. Stay. Fetch. No doubt Esmeralda has commands of her own. Kiss. Rub. Lick. And so on.

If, on the other hand, Senor is a man, then when he shapeshifts into a dog, I can deal with the dog by rational argument and appeals to reason. You don’t want to bite me because Animal Control will quarantine you. I’ll have to get rabies shots and sue Esmeralda under the strict liability law applicable to owners of dangerous animals. And so forth.

You have to think about these things at the Garden of Abracadabra.

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Yes, there is. “Abracadabra” is a real magical spell formulated by Cabbalist magicians two thousand years ago. Originally invoked to cure mortal diseases, the spell has since been employed as the enabling word to cause the result of a magical operation.

The spell can only be used to create good results, never evil (see E.A. Wallis Budge, Lewis Spence, and others) and is so powerful everyone in the world has heard of the word.

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At her mother’s urgent deathbed plea, Abby Teller enrolls at the Berkeley College of Magical Arts and Crafts to learn Real Magic. To support herself through school, she signs on as the superintendent of the Garden of Abracadabra, a mysterious, magical apartment building on campus.

She discovers that her tenants are witches, shapeshifters, vampires, and wizards and that each apartment is a fairyland or hell.

On her first day in Berkeley, she stumbles upon a supernatural multiple murder scene. One of the victims is a man she picked up hitchhiking the day before.

Compelled into a dangerous murder investigation, Abby will discover the first secrets of an ancient and ongoing war between humanity and demonic realms, uncover mysteries of her own troubled past, and learn that the lessons of Real Magic may spell the difference between her own life or death.

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At her mother’s urgent deathbed plea, Abby Teller enrolls at the Berkeley College of Magical Arts and Crafts to learn Real Magic. To support herself through school, she signs on as the superintendent of the Garden of Abracadabra, a mysterious, magical apartment building on campus.

She discovers that her tenants are witches, shapeshifters, vampires, and wizards and that each apartment is a fairyland or hell.

On her first day in Berkeley, she stumbles upon a supernatural multiple murder scene. One of the victims is a man she picked up hitchhiking the day before.

Compelled into a dangerous murder investigation, Abby will discover the first secrets of an ancient and ongoing war between humanity and demonic realms, uncover mysteries of her own troubled past, and learn that the lessons of Real Magic may spell the difference between her own life or death.

The Garden of Abracadabra, Volume 1 of the Abracadabra Series, is on BarnesandNoble, US Kindle, Canada Kindle, UK Kindle, Apple, Kobo, Sony, and Smashwords.

“So refreshing. . . .This is Stephanie Plum in the world of Harry Potter.”

Goodreads: “I loved the writing style and am hungry for more!”

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“This is a very entertaining novel—sort of a down-to-earth Harry Potter with a modern adult woman in the lead. Even as Abby has to deal with mundane concerns like college and running the apartment complex she works at, she is surrounded by supernatural elements and mysteries that she is more than capable of taking on. Although this book is just the first in a series, it ties up the first “episode” while still leaving some story threads for upcoming books. I’m looking forward to finding out more.”

The Garden of Abracadabra, Volume 1 of the Abracadabra Series, is on BarnesandNoble, US Kindle, Canada Kindle, UK Kindle, Apple, Kobo, and Smashwords.
The Garden of Abracadabra, Volume 1 of the Abracadabra Series,
is also on Amazon.com in France, Germany, Italy, Spain, Brazil, Japan, and India.

Coming soon! The Labyrinth of Illusions, Volume 2 of the Abracadabra Series.

From the author of Summer Of Love (a Philip K. Dick Award Finalist and San Francisco Chronicle Recommended Book) on BarnesandNoble, US Kindle, Canada Kindle, UK Kindle, Smashwords, Apple, and Kobo.
Summer of Love
is also on Amazon.com in France, Germany, Italy, Spain, Brazil, Japan, and India.

The Gilded Age (A New York Times Notable Book and New York Public Library Recommended Book) on BarnesandNoble, US Kindle, Canada Kindle, UK Kindle, Apple, Kobo, and Smashwords.
The Gilded Age
is also on Amazon.com in France, Germany, Italy, Spain, Brazil, Japan, and India.

Celestial Girl, The Omnibus Edition (A Lily Modjeska Mystery) includes all four books. On Nook, US Kindle, Canada Kindle, UK Kindle, Smashwords, Apple, Kobo, and Sony;
Celestial Girl, The Omnibus Edition (A Lily Modjeska Mystery)
is also on Amazon.com in France, Germany, Italy, Spain, Brazil, Japan, and India.

Strange Ladies: 7 Stories on Nook, US Kindle, Canada Kindle, UK Kindle, Smashwords, Apple, and Kobo, and Sony.
Strange Ladies: 7 Stories is also on Amazon.com in France, Germany, Italy, Spain, Brazil, Japan, and India.

My Charlotte: Patty’s Story on Barnes and Noble, US Kindle, UK Kindle, Canada Kindle, Australia Kindle, Smashwords, Apple, and Kobo;
My Charlotte: Patty’s Story is also on Amazon.com worldwide in France, Germany, Italy, Spain, Brazil, Japan, and Mexico.

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The Garden of Abracadabra

Volume 1 of the Abracadabra Series

Lisa Mason

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Abracadabra” is a real magical spell formulated by Cabbalist magicians two thousand years ago. Originally invoked to cure mortal diseases, the spell has since been employed as the enabling word to cause the result of a magical operation. The spell can only be used to create good results, never evil (see E.A. Wallis Budge, Lewis Spence, and others) and is so powerful everyone in the world has heard of the word.

A Bast Book

Copyright 2012–2014 by Lisa Mason.

Cover art, interior art, and logo copyright 2010–2012 by Tom Robinson.

All rights reserved.

Serial 6: The Garden of Abracadabra, Vol 1 of the Abracadabra Series Lisa Mason

I pull Hi-Ho Silver over to the curb in a bus zone, yank the parking brake, and wearily climb out.

Brand climbs out, too. He takes his backpack from the backseat, strides around the Mustang, and drops the pack with a thud on the street. He wraps his arms around me in more than a friendly way, grasping me in a great big bear hug, lifting me clear off my feet.

“Easy, easy. You’ll squeeze the life out of me.”

He’s hard beneath the jeans. His power laps at my skin, greedy and insinuating. That’s not sharing power, that’s a power grab. A sorcerer’s grope. A rogue’s game.

He sets me down on my feet and I shove him away, smacking the palm of my hand against his chest. He staggers back, catching his boot heel on the curb, and sprawls with a grunt on the grimy bus bench.

Like I said, he ought to know from the start.

I expect his frown and a curse or two, but he only grins and hoists himself to his feet. “You got a number?”

“A number?”

“Yeah, you know that thing you need to call someone.”

I do have a number. I’ve got a brand-new cell phone with a brand-new number I’ve given nobody but one person and one person only: Carla, the realtor selling my mother’s house. I’ve disconnected my old landline, left no forwarding number.

Why? Because I don’t want Daniel calling me. I don’t want Daniel finding me. I don’t want Daniel tempting me to renege on a decision that’s supposed to be final. Is final. I know how tempting Daniel can be when he puts his mind to it.

And Brand?

“You didn’t just get out of prison or anything like that?”

“We’ll talk over lunch. I’m buying. I owe you big-time.”

Fascinating, how a man in cowboy boots refuses to answer a simple question. My number? I’m guessing he’s one of those men who loses women’s numbers as a matter of habit.

Against my better judgment, I give him mine.

He fishes a little black notebook out of his back jeans pocket and a stub of a pencil, and writes my number down. “Let’s get together, dear Abby. You’ve got magic. I could show you a real good time.”

“We’ll talk,” I say, “on the phone.”

The Garden of Abracadabra, Volume 1 of the Abracadabra Series, is on BarnesandNoble, US Kindle, Canada Kindle, UK Kindle, Apple, Kobo, and Smashwords. The Garden of Abracadabra, Volume 1 of the Abracadabra Series, is also on Amazon.com in France, Germany, Italy, Spain, Brazil, Japan, and India.

The Garden of Abracadabra is also available in three affordable installments, beginning with The Garden of Abracadabra, 1: Life’s Journey.

Coming soon! The Labyrinth of Illusions, Volume 2 of the Abracadabra Series.

From the author of Summer Of Love, A Time Travel (a Philip K. Dick Award Finalist and San Francisco Chronicle Recommended Book) on BarnesandNoble, US Kindle, Canada Kindle, UK Kindle, Smashwords, Apple, and Kobo. Summer of Love, A Time Travel is also on Amazon.com in France, Germany, Italy, Spain, Brazil, Japan, and India.

The Gilded Age, A Time Travel on BarnesandNoble, US Kindle, Canada Kindle, UK Kindle, Apple, Kobo, and Smashwords. The Gilded Age, A Time Travel is also on Amazon.com in France, Germany, Italy, Spain, Brazil, Japan, and India.

Celestial Girl, The Omnibus Edition (A Lily Modjeska Mystery) includes all four books. On Nook, US Kindle, Canada Kindle, UK Kindle, Smashwords, Apple, Kobo, and Sony; Celestial Girl, The Omnibus Edition (A Lily Modjeska Mystery) is also on Amazon.com in France, Germany, Italy, Spain, Brazil, Japan, and India.

Strange Ladies: 7 Stories on Nook, US Kindle, Canada Kindle, UK Kindle, Smashwords, Apple, and Kobo, and Sony. Strange Ladies: 7 Stories is also on Amazon.com in France, Germany, Italy, Spain, Brazil, Japan, and India.

Visit me at Lisa Mason’s Official Website, Lisa Mason’s Blog, on my Facebook Author Page, on my Facebook Profile Page, on Amazon, on Goodreads, on LinkedIn, on Twitter at @lisaSmason, at Smashwords, at Apple, at Kobo, and at Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America.

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The Garden of Abracadabra

Volume 1 of the Abracadabra Series

Lisa Mason

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Abracadabra” is a real magical spell formulated by Cabbalist magicians two thousand years ago. Originally invoked to cure mortal diseases, the spell has since been employed as the enabling word to cause the result of a magical operation. The spell can only be used to create good results, never evil (see E.A. Wallis Budge, Lewis Spence, and others) and is so powerful everyone in the world has heard of the word.

A Bast Book

Copyright 2012–2014 by Lisa Mason.

Cover art, interior art, and logo copyright 2010–2012 by Tom Robinson.

All rights reserved.

Serial 2: The Garden of Abracadabra, Vol 1 of the Abracadabra Series Lisa Mason

Why should I let this stranger, this hitchhiker, push his power into me? My instinct says push back, and push back I do. I drive the jolt, the sparks from my throat, out through my shoulder, down my arm to wrist and palm, and out through my fingertips, back to the source.

Back to him.

Only then do I release his hand.

Surprise flickers in his eyes, then dives beneath the surface, disappearing in the Windex depths. Oh, he’s good. Much better than me at concealing his true nature from the quotidian world when he’s got a mind to.

I don’t try to hide my smile. He ought to know from the start he can’t push me around. Or my power.

“I’m Abby.”

“As in ‘Dear Abby’?”

“The same.”

“Then you’re famous. Everyone in the world knows ‘Dear Abby.’ You’ve got some handshake, dear Abby. A magician’s handshake. And some eyes. I love a lady with green eyes. And cool wheels.”

I accept the compliment, though my eyes aren’t so much green as the color of absinthe, a mingling of hazels and golds. The eyes I inherited from my mother, along with my dancer’s legs and the ‘65 Mustang.

We share a comradely laugh, Brand and I. Fascinating, how a man in cowboy boots dangles that particular love-word inside of five minutes. A carrot, one carat, fourteen karats?

Better that I keep my guard up, as the teacher of “Street Smarts for Women” advised our class. If Brand turns out to be a notorious bloodthirsty sorcerer, I know just which part of the man’s anatomy I’ll aim the jab of my knee at.

The Garden of Abracadabra, Volume 1 of the Abracadabra Series, is on BarnesandNoble, US Kindle, Canada Kindle, UK Kindle, Apple, Kobo, and Smashwords. The Garden of Abracadabra, Volume 1 of the Abracadabra Series, is also on Amazon.com in France, Germany, Italy, Spain, Brazil, Japan, and India.

The Garden of Abracadabra is also available in three affordable installments, beginning with The Garden of Abracadabra, 1: Life’s Journey.

Coming soon! The Labyrinth of Illusions, Volume 2 of the Abracadabra Series.

From the author of Summer Of Love, A Time Travel (a Philip K. Dick Award Finalist and San Francisco Chronicle Recommended Book) on BarnesandNoble, US Kindle, Canada Kindle, UK Kindle, Smashwords, Apple, and Kobo. Summer of Love, A Time Travel is also on Amazon.com in France, Germany, Italy, Spain, Brazil, Japan, and India.

The Gilded Age, A Time Travel on BarnesandNoble, US Kindle, Canada Kindle, UK Kindle, Apple, Kobo, and Smashwords. The Gilded Age, A Time Travel is also on Amazon.com in France, Germany, Italy, Spain, Brazil, Japan, and India.

Celestial Girl, The Omnibus Edition (A Lily Modjeska Mystery) includes all four books. On Nook, US Kindle, Canada Kindle, UK Kindle, Smashwords, Apple, Kobo, and Sony; Celestial Girl, The Omnibus Edition (A Lily Modjeska Mystery) is also on Amazon.com in France, Germany, Italy, Spain, Brazil, Japan, and India.

Strange Ladies: 7 Stories on Nook, US Kindle, Canada Kindle, UK Kindle, Smashwords, Apple, and Kobo, and Sony. Strange Ladies: 7 Stories is also on Amazon.com in France, Germany, Italy, Spain, Brazil, Japan, and India.

Visit me at Lisa Mason’s Official Website, Lisa Mason’s Blog, on my Facebook Author Page, on my Facebook Profile Page, on Amazon, on Goodreads, on LinkedIn, on Twitter at @lisaSmason, at Smashwords, at Apple, at Kobo, and at Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America.

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