Wiccan Owen Rhys inherits a house outside a small town, where he hopes the solitude will help with his music. But a zealously religious neighbor is convinced he’s a devil worshiper, and her gossip causes the townspeople to view Owen with suspicion. A series of pranks ensues, including dead animals left on his porch, threatening the feral cats living on Owen’s property. Though a bit out of practice, Owen casts a spell to summon a protector -- someone to convince the town the gossip is false and prevent the pranks from escalating. He confidently waits for his champion to arrive. Marc Elias is the town’s animal control officer and veterinarian. He considers himself a rational man who trusts in science and most certainly does not believe in magic. So when he receives a complaint that Owen is bewitching and torturing cats, he dismisses it as her imagination but goes to investigate. Owen is certain Marc is the protector summoned by the spell. But Marc sees Owen’s altar and hears desperate howling, and he has to put aside any attraction he may feel towards the young Wiccan to do his job. Will a little magic be all it takes for both men to get what they want?

Just a Little Magic

Moving beyond the pool of light radiating from inside the house, Owen slowed his steps in the near darkness. He stood still, listening, letting his eyes adjust to the pale glow of a quarter moon.


He could hear whispering now. Picking his way carefully, he moved towards the voices until words became intelligible.


“Jimmy, come on! He’s gonna catch us.”


“I gotta find my hat. Now help me look.”


“Forget the hat—if he catches us, he’ll kill us. She only paid us to scare him. But we broke the window, Jimmy. We broke the damned window. If my dad finds out about this, he’ll take his belt to me—hard.”


“We’ve both had worse.” The brave bluster was spoiled by the quiver in the voice.


“All right, stop whining. Just shut up, and let’s go.” The sound of bicycle kickstands being flipped up came out of the darkness.


Chapter 3