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Portia Mullins had always lived the life of a normal
teenager, up until her sixteenth birthday. She is then informed by her grandma
that she is actually a witch who is a descendant of a long line of witches and
warlocks. After overcoming her disbelief she finds that being a member of the
coven comes with one great perk in the form of the school's handsome bad boy,
Vance Mangum. Vance and Portia have an immediate connection as a budding
romance begins, only to be threatened by turbulent skies on the horizon as
Vance's checkered past rears its ugly head to haunt them. Portia is forced to
use her untried powers in defense of everything she loves in a desperate
attempt to hold on to the one thing that really matters in her life.
I twirled my combination
and quickly got the books I needed for assignments and headed toward the girl’s
restroom. Glancing into the mirror, I looked at my woefully straight hair and
heaved a sigh. Shelly was constantly badgering me to try and do something more
with it.
Shelly!
“Oh crap!” I groaned
loudly in dismay. I’d forgotten she was gone and I needed to ride the bus home.
I spun around and ran back through the door, bolting down the long hallway that
led to the bus gates.
Suddenly, there was a
blur of motion in front of me, and I collide with something hard and solid. I
fell backward, and my book bag fell from my shoulder, hitting the floor beside
me and scattering the contents everywhere. I scrambled about in a rush, trying
to gather my things.
“Why don’t you watch
where you’re going?” I said, mostly under my breath. I didn’t even look to see
who the intruder was, but I was completely irritated.
“Hey now. You ran into
me,” a soft, sultry, male voice returned.
I froze. My gaze slowly
moved to the feet in front of me and continued to travel up—over the black
laced-up boots covered by tattered Levis, past the black belt with the silver
buckle, to the ever-present, tightly stretched t-shirt with a leather jacket
slung casually over the shoulder. I noticed the pulsating veins in his neck,
and I paused at the soft, wide-set lips before looking straight into the
piercing blue-eyed stare of Vance Mangum.
I swallowed hard, and my
entire vocabulary was suddenly reduced to only one word. “Sorry.” It came out
like a whisper, and I wondered if he even heard it.
Vance slowly squatted
down to my level with a slight smirk on his lips.
“Where were you going in
such a hurry?” he asked, lifting one of my books and handing it to me.
I threw a glance toward
the glass door just in time to see the last of the buses leave the lot.
“I was trying to catch
the bus,” I explained, feeling more than a bit dumb. “I forgot my friend
Shelly, had to leave early today.”
“Ah,” was all he said. I
was surprised when he continued to help me gather my things.
He handed me my last
book and stood, holding a hand in front of me. I was shocked by the gesture,
but I took it, feeling sparks shoot up my arm at the contact as he pulled me to
my feet.
“I can give you a ride,”
he offered, letting go of my hand, and I felt a little sad at the loss of it.
I couldn’t speak. Vance
Mangum had offered me a ride home. What should I say? I must have stood there
looking bewildered because he spoke again.
“Of course, if you’re
afraid of motorcycles . . . ,” He let the sentence trail off, almost like he
was accusing me of being scared.
“No. Not at all,” I
replied with a bravado I didn’t actually feel. I raised my chin a notch,
determined not to let him see how nervous he made me. “I’d be happy to accept a
ride.”
“Great.” He smiled widely,
and I almost choked.
I suddenly realized I’d
never seen him smile before, and it was devastating to my girlish heart. I’d
never seen anything so beautiful—perfectly straight, white teeth, framed in by
those great lips and masculine dimples which suddenly appeared in his cheeks.
The guy should be a model, I
thought to myself. He’d make millions.
Lacey Weatherford was born in Ft. Meade Maryland while her
father was serving in the military. She has been a life long resident of
Arizona, spending most of her time growing up in the small rural town of Clay
Springs.
It was while she was attending the small country school in
Clay Springs, that she read her first "big" book at the age of eight.
It was a Nancy Drew novel and Lacey was instantly hooked. She read every book
that she could find in the series and decided that she wanted to write stories
too.
Lacey spent a lot of time at the library from that time
forward, even volunteering in her later teen years and early twenties. She
would don a crazy clown outfit for the Friends of the Library fundraisers in an
effort to help get the new town library built.
When she and her husband moved away from the area, Lacey
took the opportunity to take some creative writing classes at the local college
to help further along her interests. Several years later, they were blessed
with the opportunity to move back to Clay Springs with their family. The town
had finally succeeded in building their library and Lacey had the opportunity
to be President of the Friends of the Library for a very short time, before
relocating.
Lacey and her family still live in the White Mountains of
Arizona, where she continues to write young adult novels that have a
fantasy/fairytale or paranormal bent to them, as well as being sure to include
a great romantic storyline!
She definitely creates a world that you can feel you are a part of and that is a true sign of a talented writer...
In, The Trouble with Spells, I was immediately captivated by Vance and Portia. They are such a sweet couple following their hearts in their budding romance.
But, this story is more than just romance. We see the battle of good versus evil and the struggles to make the right decisions. Set around the coming of age of a girl in to her witch powers and growing beyond what anyone could believe, this tale weaves a mysterious path of twists and turns keeping you on your toes awaiting the ending.
Highly entertaining and geared for the young adult crowd, this book was an easy fast read for me and I definitely recommend you pick it up....
I can't wait to pick up the next book in this series... :D
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