Sweet Evangeline (Moon Magic Book 2) Read Free Page B

ones. They were men who were already known to the women. But Evangeline had never seen Angel before; she did not know where to find him or when she would find him. It was driving her crazy! It was as if a piece of her soul were missing.
    Just last week she had cried on the phone with her cousin, Arabella. After listening and being sympathetic, Arabella had finally laid down the law. “Don’t waste time crying, Evangeline. Do something about it. You are a witch for heaven’s sake. Pull him to you, speed up the process. Take fate by the horns and make things happen.” So, she did.
    At midnight Evangeline made her way down to the edge of the water. A breeze blew across Lady Bird Lake, causing her long dark hair to lift upwards and back, flowing like a wave of purest ebony. The hood of her long black cape caught her hair when it fell, and the sides of the cape billowed out to reveal the scarlet lining. She had sought a place out of the illumination of the security lights, but there was still enough glow from the near full moon to allow her to see how to work. It was Monday, the day of the moon, the day of the Goddess. Walking in a small circle, she sprinkled salt on the ground.
    “I cast a circle of perfect love and perfect trust.
    I ask the Goddess and the God for protection and power.”
    Raising her hands, palm upward, she implored the waxing moon to grant her heart’s desire.
    “Queen of tides, hear my voice,
    I’ve found my way, I make the choice
    I ask for passion, I call for love
    I seek my heart’s mate by the moon above
    She took an apple from her pocket and cut it in half, horizontally, with a small knife. Laying aside half of the apple, she took a pin from her pocket and traced the shape of a heart in the other piece. Then she carved her name, E-V-A-N-G-E-L-I-N-E, in an arch beneath the heart. Finally, she drew a small crescent moon next to her name.
    Kneeling in the circle, she drew out a small jar of honey from the pocket of her dress. Pouring a stream of honey on the apple, she rose and spoke.
    “Waters of life that flow through my veins
    I ask him to love me, but not bound with chains
    Water of power, rivers of earth
    Send me a man who will know my true worth.”
    Holding the inscribed half of apple in her hand, she threw it as far out into Lady Bird Lake as she could. Returning to her seated position, she anointed the other half of apple with the remaining honey and ate it, visualizing her soul mate, her spirit reaching out to his. She did not know his name, but she knew how he looked, how his hands felt on her body, how he tasted. Her Angel. Standing, she began to close the circle—thanking the deities, opening the door.
    “I am the flow and I am the ebb, I am the weaver and I am the web.
    Harm to none, my will be done, so mote it be.”
     
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    “McAllister!” The chief called his name. “Come see me, will ya?”
    Eric hung up his gear and made his way to Chief Kirby’s office. After a year and a half of serving with Chief Kirby, he had finally come to realize what a great boss she was. Like the rest of the men, working for a female Fire Chief had been a change. After a couple of rocky months, they had worked it all out. Eric had never counted himself a chauvinist, and now he was glad to say that he could prove it.
    “Yea, chief.” He sat down at her desk.
    “The calendar’s are in, Mr. July.” She held up a photograph of him that would cause his dad to call a Deacon’s meeting. Being raised the only son of a Baptist minister; Eric still knew exactly what his dad would say about any topic. In addition, he could hear the sermon in his head that this picture would prompt.
    “Wow.” Eric held up the photo of himself. The lights had been hot, so the drops of sweat had been real. The photographer had posed him pulling off his fire coat—no shirt underneath—his chest muscles glistening and a look on his face that could melt butter. The man with the camera had told him to think of