Cherie Colyer - Hold Tight

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What’s one little spell?
When you’re new to magic, one spell can be the difference between getting what you want...and ruining the lives of everyone you love.
Sixteen-year-old Madison has just embraced her magical powers. The trick now is learning how to control them. She and her boyfriend -and fellow witch- can’t even enjoy a simple kiss without getting shocked when their powers collide. Instead of mastering her new skills, though, Madison is stuck watching her kid brother and doing chores.
But being a witch does have its benefits. With a simple spell, Madison instantly conjures the help she needs around the house. Or so she thinks. Her idea of “help” invites trouble of its own as a pair of dangerous yet enticing beings enter her life. When a classmate disappears soon afterwards, Madison discovers she's the next victim of a threat she's powerless to resist...and there’s nothing it won’t kill to make her surrender.
Caught in the crossfire between two dashing but deadly creatures, Madison must figure out which one to trust and how to rid her world of the other—before one of them destroys her and everyone she cares about.

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“You can do this.” I rubbed my hands together and found my center. All I had to do was focus on the task at hand. I needed the dishwasher door to open. I’d barely finished the thought when the door not only swung open, but the lower drawer rolled out too.

“That was easy,” I said, pleased with myself. With a wave of my hand, I thought, To the cabinet!

The air around me grew thick with my powers as the aroma of chocolate-covered strawberries filled the kitchen, letting me know I had fueled my magic with positive emotions. The plates, bowls, and casserole dish rose as one and, along with the silverware, hung suspended above the rack for a long moment. But just as I realized I probably should have concentrated on one dish at a time, everything torpedoed itself toward me on its way to the closed cabinet next to the fridge. I screamed, covered my head with my arms, and ducked. A spoon skimmed my elbow, and with a deafening clamor, the whole lot crashed into the cabinet and tumbled to the floor. The casserole dish shattered. Two of the forks and a steak knife embedded themselves into the door.

Chase came running into the kitchen, skidding to a stop next to the table. “What happened?”

I jumped up and hastily positioned myself in front of the cutlery stuck in the cabinet door. “Nothing.”

“Doesn’t look like nothing to me.”

“I tried to carry too much at once,” I lied. “Are you done in the other room?”

“Almost.” He spun and sprinted out of the kitchen.

I grabbed a dishtowel and knelt down to survey the damage. The dishes were shatterproof, so only one had broken. It went into the garbage; the rest I put away the mortal way.

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I was giving Chase a bath when Dad finally got home.

“I still can’t get used to the whole two-tone short thing you got going on with your hair,” he said from behind me.

“Hi, Daddy!” Chase blew a mound of bubbles his way. Most landed on the floor next to me.

I ran a hand over my head. “They’re called low-lights, and I like them.”

“Yeah, well, they make you look too grown up.”

I chuckled, knowing he would have loved it if I stayed his precious princess forever. “Don’t worry, Dad. I’ll always be your little girl.”

“Uh huh.” He stepped over a pile of dirty towels and leaned on the doorframe. “I thought you were going to do some cleaning.”

“Kitchen’s all shiny, and I put your T-shirts and socks in your drawer.” It had been the first and only load of laundry I’d gotten done.

“I’ll take over here.” Dad motioned for me to move, so we traded places.

“With winter here, shouldn’t things at work quiet down some?” I asked.

Dad owned his own handyman business. Fall always brought a rush of exterior paint jobs, but by December things usually slowed dramatically, leaving only sporadic odd jobs.

“I won the bid at Dr. Patel’s. I’m remodeling the reception area, and then there are my regular clients.” He used the bed of a plastic dump trunk to scoop up water and rinse the shampoo out of Chase’s hair. Satisfied Chase was no longer an oversized suds-monster, he pulled the plug on the drain.

“You look exhausted, Dad.” I handed him a fluffy blue bath towel. “Why don’t you hire an assistant? Then you could get everything you need done in a normal workday.”

“I promise things will get back to normal, Madison. A few more weeks.”

The dark circles under his eyes gave the impression he wouldn’t last that long. I decided to lighten the mood. “Good, because apparently I don’t know how to make an epic bubble bath.”

Dad covered Chase’s ears with his hands like he was about to share top-secret information with me. “Quantity,” he said. “I dump half the bottle of bubbles into the water.”

“I should have known.” I shook my head. “I made you a plate.”

“Thanks.” He scooped Chase up like a sack of wet towels, eliciting a squeal of delight from my brother. I’d turned to head to my room when he added, “Madison, I know it’s been hard. I just want you to know I really appreciate all your help.”

“No problem.”

I checked my phone for messages as I walked to my bedroom. There were none. I set it on the nightstand and changed into pajamas before grabbing my history book and plopping down on my bed. I was exhausted but knew I should at least glance over the chapter we’d been working on as there was a test the next day. It only took a few minutes for me to realize I needed music if I was going to stay awake.

I leaned back, my hand feeling around on the top of the nightstand for my phone. When I didn’t find it, I turned my head. It wasn’t there. I checked the floor in case it had fallen off. It hadn’t.

“Chase!” I jumped up, ready to yell at my brother for playing a trick on me when I spotted my phone on the dresser. I glanced from it to the nightstand as a chill passed through me, leaving the fine hairs on my arms standing on end.

“Hello, is someone here?”

Silence answered me, but an eerie feeling of being watched prickled my skin. I ran into my brother’s room. Chase sat on his bed with his back against Dad’s chest as they read a story together.

“Were you just in my room?” I asked.

Dad put a finger to his lips. “He’s drifting off.”

I crept back to my room and peeked inside. It was empty. My phone still rested on my dresser.

“Where you must have left it,” I told myself, grabbing it and jumping under my covers.

Nonetheless, I slept with the light on that night, not fully convinced I’d imagined the cold or the sensation of unseen eyes watching me.

Chapter 4

Not Alone

“Does it hurt?” My fingertips lingered on the smooth, pearly white scar on Isaac’s chin.

We sat on the couch in his family room, me straddling his lap. He brushed a stray strand of hair out of my eyes with his thumb.

“No.”

“It’s cold,” I said, amazed that the skin there never warmed to match the rest of him.

“You really want to talk about my scars? I have one on my side too.” He lifted his shirt, revealing a salmon-colored blemish along his lower ribcage. “I got this one jumping a fence when I was nine. Didn’t quite make it.” He pulled the waist of his jeans down next, just low enough for me to see the rope-like muscles that ran alongside his hip bone. “And I got this one when I was eleven. Tried jumping my bike over one of those workhorses. Back tire caught on the orange light. Bike stopped; I didn’t. Flew right over the handlebars. I have another one on my thigh.” His fingers went to the button on his jeans.

“I’ll take your word for it,” I said, my hand catching his.

My cheeks grew warm, and his gaze moved to my lips. Breathe. In. Out, I told myself. I will kiss him without getting shocked. In. Out.

Isaac’s lips brushed mine with a feather-soft kiss that left me dying for more. Afterward, I stilled my racing heart and tucked my powers behind the steel wall, ready to kiss him again.

“How about we practice controlling the elements,” he said instead, much to my disappointment. His powers encompassed me, creating the feeling of weightlessness. With his hands on my waist, he lifted me off him as if I were a teddy bear and not a hundred-pound girl.

I folded my arms over my chest. “I thought the girl was supposed to be the one to slam on the brakes.”

“I’m merely trying to make the most of our time before you have to pick your brother up at the sitter’s. Besides, my mom’s due home any minute.” He held out a hand to help me up.

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