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Title: Thunder Road
Series: The Witches of Wheeler Park #2
Author: Christine Pope
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: June 3, 2020
A storm can cover her tracks…or lead the wolves straight to her door.
With the help of his witch clan, Jake Wilcox is looking forward to a happy future with Addie Grant, the woman he’s falling for. There’s just one thing missing: Addie. Sometime in the night, she up and left. He can guess why — she’d sacrifice almost anything to avoid causing her newfound family any trouble. But the big question is, where did she go?
Addie dutifully went along with the Wilcox clan’s plan to protect her from Randall Lenz, the government operative bent on harnessing her weather magic for not-so-noble purposes. But in the back of her mind, a voice insists that as long as she stays in Arizona, the greater the danger to Jake and the Wilcox witch clan.
Heart breaking, Addie listens to her inner nomad and goes where the wind takes her — a place where no government, no witch, not even Jake can find her. But there are two factors working against her desire to remain hidden: her love for Jake…and the magic that, when danger flares like a wildfire, she has no choice but to unleash.
Tears burned in my eyes, and I made myself drink some more water. Losing it wasn’t going to help me…or help Jake. Sooner or later, he’d forget about me.
Probably sooner, just because…what did we have to tie us together, really? A few kisses, that was all. Sure, those kisses had been mind-blowing, had shown me just a little of what it might be like to be with someone who seemed to be my perfect match in every way, but still.
We hadn’t professed our undying love for each other or anything close to it. Jake would get over me. He had to. I’d just lifted the water bottle to my lips to take another sip when someone knocked at the door of my hotel room.
The sound made me jump, started my heart thumping in my chest, even though I knew it had to be the bellman. Maybe I’d dropped something in the elevator, or maybe he’d decided the tip I’d given him wasn’t big enough and he’d come back to demand more.
No, it didn’t work that way…did it? This was the first time I’d ever stayed in a hotel with valets and bellmen, so I supposed it was entirely possible that I’d unwittingly committed some kind of gaffe.
For a second or two, I contemplated ignoring the knock. After all, whoever was out there couldn’t know for sure that I was even inside the room.
I could have gone back out again — either to leave the hotel entirely, or to go upstairs to the rooftop bar I’d seen mentioned on the hotel’s website. Even in my current depressed state, I’d thought that a rooftop bar sounded pretty cool.
But after the person outside knocked again, I decided I’d better go and see who it was. I put down the water bottle on the table in the sitting area, smoothed my hair as best I could, and headed over to the door.
As soon as I opened it, I got a weird little tingle at the back of my neck, the one that Jake had said meant I was in the presence of a witch or warlock.
The man outside was no one I knew, tall and good-looking, probably of Spanish descent, with his near-black hair and eyes, his warm-toned olive skin.
Hello, he said pleasantly, although there was something about the way his deep brown eyes fixed on me that made a worried little shiver trail down my spine. I am Gustavo Castillo. May I speak to you for a moment in private?
About? I replied, trying to sound nonchalant, as though strange warlocks showed up on my doorstep every day. His brows drew together slightly.
I think you know what this is about, he said, then added in an undertone, You are a witch in another clan’s territory, and our prima hasn’t given you permission to be here.
Well, hell. I’d thought if I just kept moving, if I didn’t stay in any one place for very long, then there was a good chance my presence wouldn’t be detected. Obviously, that had been a false assumption.
How the prima of the local clan had been able to divine that a strange witch was moving through her territory, I had no idea, but I supposed the how of the situation didn’t matter as much as what I intended to do about it.
I’m sorry — I began, but the stranger didn’t let me get any further than that. I am not the one you should be apologizing to, he broke in, although he uttered the rebuke in almost a kindly tone.
You can give your explanations to Genoveva Castillo. She wants to speak with you.
Probably sooner, just because…what did we have to tie us together, really? A few kisses, that was all. Sure, those kisses had been mind-blowing, had shown me just a little of what it might be like to be with someone who seemed to be my perfect match in every way, but still.
We hadn’t professed our undying love for each other or anything close to it. Jake would get over me. He had to. I’d just lifted the water bottle to my lips to take another sip when someone knocked at the door of my hotel room.
The sound made me jump, started my heart thumping in my chest, even though I knew it had to be the bellman. Maybe I’d dropped something in the elevator, or maybe he’d decided the tip I’d given him wasn’t big enough and he’d come back to demand more.
No, it didn’t work that way…did it? This was the first time I’d ever stayed in a hotel with valets and bellmen, so I supposed it was entirely possible that I’d unwittingly committed some kind of gaffe.
For a second or two, I contemplated ignoring the knock. After all, whoever was out there couldn’t know for sure that I was even inside the room.
I could have gone back out again — either to leave the hotel entirely, or to go upstairs to the rooftop bar I’d seen mentioned on the hotel’s website. Even in my current depressed state, I’d thought that a rooftop bar sounded pretty cool.
But after the person outside knocked again, I decided I’d better go and see who it was. I put down the water bottle on the table in the sitting area, smoothed my hair as best I could, and headed over to the door.
As soon as I opened it, I got a weird little tingle at the back of my neck, the one that Jake had said meant I was in the presence of a witch or warlock.
The man outside was no one I knew, tall and good-looking, probably of Spanish descent, with his near-black hair and eyes, his warm-toned olive skin.
Hello, he said pleasantly, although there was something about the way his deep brown eyes fixed on me that made a worried little shiver trail down my spine. I am Gustavo Castillo. May I speak to you for a moment in private?
About? I replied, trying to sound nonchalant, as though strange warlocks showed up on my doorstep every day. His brows drew together slightly.
I think you know what this is about, he said, then added in an undertone, You are a witch in another clan’s territory, and our prima hasn’t given you permission to be here.
Well, hell. I’d thought if I just kept moving, if I didn’t stay in any one place for very long, then there was a good chance my presence wouldn’t be detected. Obviously, that had been a false assumption.
How the prima of the local clan had been able to divine that a strange witch was moving through her territory, I had no idea, but I supposed the how of the situation didn’t matter as much as what I intended to do about it.
I’m sorry — I began, but the stranger didn’t let me get any further than that. I am not the one you should be apologizing to, he broke in, although he uttered the rebuke in almost a kindly tone.
You can give your explanations to Genoveva Castillo. She wants to speak with you.
©Christine Pope 2020
Jake Wilcox has a mission: to locate any witches or warlocks born outside established witch clans and make sure they have a safe place to develop and nurture their magical talents. But he may have found more than he bargained for in Adara Grant, a young woman whose extraordinary gifts put her — and the entire Wilcox clan — in grave danger.
**Note: This series is a spin-off from the Witches of Cleopatra Hill, and begins approximately three years after the end of Darktide, the final book in that series.
However, the Wheeler Park books stand on their own and do not require you to have read the previous series. The first three books will be published one after the other, rather than alternating with other series books.
Book 3 - Available for Pre-Order!
USA Today bestseller Christine Pope is the author of the paranormal romance Witches of Cleopatra Hill series and the Djinn Wars series, among many other books (sixty and counting!).
Researching UFOs brought her to magical Sedona, Arizona, where she now makes her home.
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