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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“It was bottled spring water,” I replied, forgetting we weren’t alone.

“Can I have milk?” Chase said from behind me as he tried to tear open the bag of chips.

My gaze bounced between Chase and the girl on the counter.

“What are you doing?” Chase asked, his eyes following mine to the fridge.

“Ah…” He couldn’t see her, I realized. The book had said faeries couldn’t be seen by most humans unless they chose to reveal themselves. This one obviously chose not to, or Chase would have asked who she was and how come she could sit on the counter and he couldn’t. I set the plates on the table and replied, “Nothing. Eat.”

My guest giggled. Her laughter sounded like enchanted glass wind chimes. Chase turned the bag of Doritos over, dumping half its contents onto his plate and the table. Ignoring the faerie, I snatched the bag from him.

“Can you make a bigger mess?” I put two handfuls of cheese-dusted corn chips back in the bag.

When I returned my attention to the faerie, she was staring out the window. My mind spun with a million questions that I couldn’t ask with Chase in the room.

“Do you have an imaginary friend?” Chase crunched down on a chip and kept talking. “Is that why you keep looking at the counter? Haley at school has one, and she says hers is the bestest friend ever because she doesn’t break the arms off her dolls and she doesn’t steal the last cookie on the plate when she’s not looking.”

I was too old for imaginary friends, but Chase didn’t know anything about the powers . Worse things could happen than my little brother believing I’d made up a playmate. “Yeah, I do, but let’s just keep this between us. Okay?”

“Sure.” Chase stuck another chip into his mouth and asked, “What’s your friend’s name?”

I looked at the faerie, who’d been listening quietly to the conversation.

“Brea.”

“Brea,” I repeated so that Chase could hear. “I’ll be right back. Finish your dinner.”

I motioned for Brea to follow me. She gave a fleeting glance toward the window before springing off the counter with the grace of a prima ballerina. She practically danced up to me, hands clasped behind her back. She had amazing eyes the color of violet quartz and creamy skin that looked dusted with shimmering powder. She was even prettier than the faeries in the books I’d read. I led the way into the foyer.

Once we were alone, she said, “You know, a witch should complete her spells, lest she wishes not to see who entered the door she opened.”

I turned to face her. “You’ve been here the whole time.”

“That is how a summoning spell works. You call, I come.”

“Well, yeah, but when I heard your voice, I didn’t realize you were physically here too. You could’ve told me.”

“I was deciding if I should trust you.” Her gaze wandered over the school pictures of Chase and me on the hallway wall before meeting mine. “Is there a reason you called me here?”

“Um,” I said, quickly gathering my thoughts, “yeah. I was hoping you would help me catch up on my chores. That way, I could catch up on my homework.”

“Your chores?” She strolled around me and into the family room. “And why would I do that?”

A test , I thought, remembering a warning I’d read about faeries challenging a person’s desires. I walked up next to her. “Because I’ve summoned you for this purpose.”

She dragged a dainty finger over the couch and then the mantel above the fireplace. She looked beyond me a moment. “You will owe me.”

“I have cream. Well, mocha creamer. And we have other snacks, in case you’re hungry.”

Brea’s eyes found mine. “Perhaps if you allow me to linger in your world awhile, I could assist you.”

“Deal.” I clapped my hands together once. “If you could toss the jeans in the dryer—laundry room is behind that door—” I pointed to where I meant “—and clean up after my brother as soon as he finishes eating, that would be great.”

“Is that all? You only wish these simple tasks be completed?”

I wanted more help, but now that I saw how gorgeous and elegantly dressed Brea was, there was no way I could ask her to scrub toilets or clean the family room. “That’s all I can think of.”

“As you wish.”

Brea twirled on her toes and headed to the laundry room. I joined Chase in the kitchen, but I couldn’t concentrate with Brea in my house.

“Finish your sandwich,” I instructed and then followed the sound of Brea’s voice into the family room. She hummed a beautiful melody as she swept a feather duster over a lamp. “You really don’t have to do that.”

“I like to keep busy,” she said. “If I were home, I’d be working on my gown for the summer solstice.”

I followed behind her. “You don’t have wings.”

“No. I’m too big to fly, don’t you think?”

“I guess. Wait! Do some faeries have wings?”

“Not in the Seelie Court.”

I nodded. “How old are you?”

“A hundred and forty-three in your years.”

“Wow, you look great for your age.” I stepped out of her way. She crossed the room to dust the pictures on the mantel.

“I’m young when it comes to my people.”

“Right.” I puffed out my cheeks, wondering what to ask next. “Do you come here often?”

“It’s been—” her dainty finger bounced in the air as she thought “—three years, or maybe four since my last visit. I forget. Didn’t you have homework? Isn’t that why I’m doing your chores?”

“Yes.” But there was a faerie in my house. Mr. Chapin’s assignment would be there when she left.

Brea motioned for me to scoot and went back to dusting. Reluctantly, I returned to the kitchen and ate while I read a chapter in The Scarlet Letter . I’d barely finished a page in the book when Chase shoved the last corner of bread into his mouth and dismissed himself to go play in his room. It was times like this—when I was stuck doing homework and overloaded with chores—that I wished I was young too. But I wasn’t, so I tried to focus on the words in front of me.

At one point, I thought Brea was reading over my shoulder, but before I could turn to check, she appeared in the doorway holding a tall pile of folded jeans. I asked her to leave them on the foot of our beds. She even ran Chase’s bath, but since he couldn’t see or hear her, I had to take a break from homework to make sure he used soap and washed behind his ears.

“You’re a lifesaver,” I said later that night.

Brea sat on my dresser, kicking her feet. I got a glimpse of flat green sandals when her skirt fluttered upward.

I sat on the floor, organizing my backpack. “The house looks amazing. I can’t thank you enough. If you’d like, I can show you where the creamer is.”

“I suspect in the kitchen, but that a faerie would drink of your beverages is a myth. One who indulges in such things becomes trapped in your world.”

“How does that work?” I asked, intrigued.

“It just is.” She crossed her arms over her chest and rubbed the goose bumps on her triceps.

“Are you cold?” I wasn’t sure if the chill she felt was because her tank top was far from appropriate for this time of year or if it had to do with the thought of being trapped in my world, never to see her family again.

“Now that I’m sitting still, I am quite cold,” she replied. I jumped up and rummaged through my closet while she explained. “I’m of the Summer Court. I prefer to enter your realm after the spring equinox and to leave before autumn dries the leaves and winter nips at the air. Something you might remember should you choose to call upon me again.”

“I didn’t realize faeries were assigned a season.” I yanked my dusty-rose hoodie off a hanger and held it out to her. She took it and put it on.

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