Bewitched (Heven and Hell #2.5)
Genre: YA paranormal
Publisher: Cambria Hebert
Release date: October 5, 2012
Format: Ebook only (for now)
**STUNNING**
For years, I accepted that Heven was more popular than me. I
never liked it but I lived with it. I walked in her shadow, I stood by her when
no one else would. When I finally thought her spotlight was mine things began
to change. She began to change. Now she hardly ever calls me back, she spends
all her time with her hot new boyfriend and everyone at school thinks she’s back
on top. She had it all. But apparently she wants more. She wants Cole – my boyfriend. What’s worse is that it
looks like she got him. I’ve had enough and she’s going to be sorry. Why?
Because I am bewitched.
Excerpt...
Working out was for jocks.
Homework was for nerds and I wasn’t a jock or a nerd. Yet, here I was, sweating
through my favorite Victoria Secret yoga pants and tank with a headache the
size of Macy’s. Learning about my powers was hard work. I thought it would come
naturally. My brain was hurting from concentrating and my muscles were actually
sore from effort. I thought longingly of the potion in the green bottle that
Hecate had given me—a little sip would make it that much easier to use my
powers, but she took it away.
Apparently, I had all the power she wanted me to
have. It kind of pissed me off.
In fact, I was feeling pretty disgruntled
all around.
I was hot, I was sweaty, my head hurt and my
hair was frizzy. Not to mention I had been wearing sneakers far too long. Thank
goodness Hecate was gone. I actually had been glad not to be alone after the
“bone incident,” but now I was ready for some alone time. I felt stronger.
Feeling strong plus feeling disgruntled
equaled somebody was gonna get hurt.
I was standing in my yard near the lake and
I glanced up at the moon before heading inside. It was low and swollen
tonight—a haunting moon. It sent a shiver up my spine. I thought briefly about
going to Heven’s and treating her to a little of what she deserved. I even
looked toward the driveway as I walked, but I wasn’t going anywhere looking
like this.
I went into the house and began climbing the
stairs. Halfway up, I heard a noise in the kitchen and I paused. My parents
were still out of town. It wasn’t the maid’s day to be here… unless she came
early. Another thud in the kitchen had me spinning on the stairs to see what it
was.
“Mary?” I called out. “Is that you?” Maybe
she switched her schedule around and I didn’t know about it. Maybe I could get
her to make me a latté.
No one answered, and the noises in the
kitchen fell silent. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and listened,
wondering if I had heard anything at all. “Hello?” I called again, this time
more unsure. This time a fine chill raced up my back.
Suddenly being alone in this big house was
scary.
Clink,
clink, clink.
Okay, I wasn’t hearing things. Someone was there.
I stepped off the stairs and walked through
the foyer in the direction of the kitchen. I heard the cat hiss and I paused
again. Clover was too lazy to hiss at a mouse. Something in my stomach turned
cold and hard.
I looked over my shoulder at the massive
front doors to the alarm keypad and the distress button.
But
it was too late for pressing buttons.
Clover burst around the corner with a
hideous screech and barreled into me, hitting me in the knees and causing me to
stumble. The cat didn’t even stop. I could hear his claws scraping frantically
across the tiles. “What the…” I began as I straightened, but then something
lurched around the corner after the cat.
It was hideous.
It stood about a foot taller than me with
wide shoulders that were uneven looking—one was lower than the other—and a wild
mane of bushy orange hair that seemed to create a cloud around its pasty, white
face. Its lips were black and it had a nasty row of teeth that had seen a lot
of decay. It had large purple circles around its eyes, which seemed to have no
color at all.
It looked like a psychotic clown.
I screamed and took a step backward, and
the thing grinned. I went running but it lunged and caught me around the wrist,
pulling me back. I struggled, kicking out, but it was no use, his grip was too
strong.
Without any warning it reached up and
snatched my silver pendant right off my neck. “Hey!” I screamed as it shoved me
away. I fell onto my butt and stared up at the glittering silver heart as it
dangled from the nasty clown’s hands.
Cole had given that to me. It was the last
gift he had given me before we broke up.
Anger surged into my chest, making me hot.
“Give that back.”
Freaky Clown gave me another frightening
grin and ran back into the kitchen, disappearing from sight. I ran after it,
running into a solid wall of… offensiveness.
Cambria Hebert
Author of the Heven and Hell Series
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