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Title: Soul Mates
Author: Nadine Nightingale
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Day: March 10 th
About Soul Mates:
Alex is a righteous witch hunter. I’m a stab-worthy witch. We loved each other once. Now, we can’t
stand to be near each other. It’s my fault. We are natural born enemies, after all. I had to help him save
his brother from a psychotic voodoo priest, though. What can I say? I like Little Remington as much as I
pretend to dislike Alex. Besides, he promised to never bother me again after that.
He kept his end of the bargain. I left my dubious life behind and started over. All is well. Until—
The truth about a deal with hell is revealed. I have to choose between the ultimate sacrifice or losing
jerk-face forever. One will live, one will die. Who, solely depends on my selfishness
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About the Author:
Nadine aka Dini is a traveler at heart. She considers the world her home and practically lives out of her
suitcases. When she’s not glaring at a blank page or abusing her poor keyboard, she spends her time
reading, watching movies (preferably horror), pretends to work out, and hangs out with friends and
family. Poor girl also suffers from a serious Marvel superhero addiction. So, if you run into her at night,
wearing black, know she’s secretly dreaming of being the infamous Black Widow.
Her love for writing started in the sixth grade where she annoyed her classmates with a short story
featuring Sailor Moon characters, a cemetery, and creepy ghosts. Yes, she’s always been addicted to the
dark side. Nadine writes paranormal romance. Her debut novel “Karma” the first book in her
paranormal romance series Drag.Me.To.Hell. is published by the Wild Rose Press and will be out in May
2016. She has a serious girl crush on her protagonist Amanda Bishop.
Nadine has a BA in Comparative Religions and studied Creative Writing at the University of Oxford.
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Jerking my eyes open, I’m blinded by the bright sunlight creeping
through my chiffon curtains. “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door,” Alex’s
favorite Guns N’ Roses song, blares through the speakers of my
digital radio alarm clock. Awesome. As if jerk-face haunting me in my
dreams isn’t bad enough. The universe seems to give a shit about the
deal I’d made with my ex-lover. Or why else would it torture me with
those fucking nightmares?
“You’re such a slut!” Chelsea, aka the Nun, aka roommate from
church-hell, yells from the living room. The walls of our three-
bedroom apartment at Green House are too fucking thin.
“Oh yeah? And what are you, Jesus with boobs?” Bonnie, my best and
only friend, barks.
Pressing a pillow over my head, I try to block their voices out. This
isn’t how I pictured my new life at NYU, and it sure as hell isn’t what
I had in mind when I’d given up my old, carefree life as a witch. I’m
so over their senseless fights. They’ve been living together for a while
now. They still can’t ignore each other. Granted, it’s hard to turn a
blind eye to the Nun. If she isn’t demonstrating against abortion, or
writing a blog post about Evil Women Who Scream Rape When They
Practically Asked For It Because They Wore A Too- Short Skirt, she’s
determined to make Bonnie’s life a living hell. “That’s blasphemy,
Bonnie!” “Sue me.” The fighting continues. That’s it! I’m going to
kill ’em. With a headache from hell and still half asleep, I stumble to
my door and yank it open. They’re standing in the common room,
which consists of an open kitchen and a small living room. “Shut up!
Both of you!”
Bonnie’s eyes almost pop out. “Did you hear what she just said?” She
“The whole freakin’ floor heard you guys,” I snap.
They shoot daggers at me. I don’t care. Running a hand through my
disheveled hair, I walk to the fresh brewed coffee and pour some into
a dirty cup. Why can’t these girls wash up?
Chelsea glares at me with an I’m-so- much-better- than-you
expression, rolls her eyes, and heads to her room. The girl knows
what’s good for her. Have to give her that much.
“I want her out!”
Jesus! “And I want you to stop yelling, Bonnie. I’m not deaf.”
She lowers her voice. “I’m serious. I can’t live with her.”
You don’t say? I take a drink of the black gold and pull myself onto
the kitchen counter. “We’ve already tried to get rid of her, remember?
But like it or not, all residence halls are full.”
Bonnie puts a hand on her hip. It’s paradoxical. Usually, I’m the one
with temper issues. Lately, I couldn’t care less about bitch fights. “Did
you have a good night?” I ask, trying to take her mind off the Nun.
Bonnie’s pained expression fades, and she flashes me a bright smile.
“I had a date with Cappuccino Guy. He was...” She pauses. “Wow.
Just wow. I can totally set you up with one of his buddies. Just say the
I knit my brows. “Nah. If I need a date doctor, I’ll call Hitch.”
Downing the rest of the coffee, I get on my feet. “I need a shower.”
Bonnie throws her cute curls over her shoulder. Her shiny cognac eyes
fill with concern. “Did you have another nightmare?”
I lean my hip against the counter and close my eyes. The vicious
dream pushes through my subconscious. The images are so fucking
vivid, it’s as if I’m still trapped in it.
The wind rattled the leaves of the massive trees as plants wove around
my ankles like poisonous snakes. I looked up. The sky closed in on me.
Black wings beat the chilly air. Ravens owned the firmament.
Hundreds of them blocked the faint light from the crescent moon.
Quickening my pace, I reached an old, savaged cemetery. My pulse
jackknifed in my neck as I stared at an inverted cross leaning against
the king-sized iron gates. I moved closer and read the inscription
carved into the black wood: Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch’intrate. My
Italian was rusty, but I knew Dante by heart. “Abandon all hope, ye
who enter here.” With a jarring sound, the gates opened.
Don’t do this.
Too late. It felt as if a magnetic pull lured me into the cemetery. I
passed through the gates of hell.
Ravens perched on crooked gravestones, throwing spooky shadows on
the burned grass. The tang of sulfur engulfed me, stinging my nostrils.
This was insane. Turn the fuck around and walk away.
Every cell in my body wanted to listen to the voice in my head. I
couldn’t. The place had me under its spell.
“Amanda!” Bonnie? I turned, trying to locate
her. “Amanda.” Hysteria tinged my voice. “Bonnie, where the fuck
are you?” Desperate, I faced one of the ravens. “Where is she?”
The bird’s charcoal eyes pierced me. Then it spread its wings and flew
toward a shabby mausoleum. A single black candle burned on the
steps. There it was again, the magnetic pull. In a trance-like state, I
stumbled toward the old tomb and the door swung open.
“In here.” Bonnie’s honey-colored skin was wrapped in a white toga.
She looked like a Greek goddess, but her beautiful cognac eyes were
white and empty.
I blinked. “What the hell is going on?”
A crooked smile on her lips, she yanked the door open farther. “Come
and see for yourself.”
“What the—” Peeking over her shoulder, words stuck in my throat.
My heart stopped. “Alex?” He laid on a mortuary table.
No! I tried to push past my best friend, but inhuman and terrifying
laughter pulsated through the eerie night.
“He’s gone, Amanda,” a dark voice whispered. An ocean of black
feathers covered the ground.
Ravens croaked in agony as a shadowy figure in a dark cloak crushed
them with its boots.
Dread infected my system and I had trouble breathing. I wanted to
run, but the black feathers turned into rattling snakes. The creatures
hissed, and I knew they’d attack if I made a wrong move. “W-who the
hell are you?”
The demon laughed. “Ah, love. ‘What is in a name?’” The snakes
crawled left and right, opening a path for the cloaked creature. “‘That
which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet,’” the
black shadow said, advancing toward me.
I should have been shocked by the fact a demon quoted Shakespeare,
but my gaze drifted back to Alex. “What did you do to him?”
The shadow figure stopped inches in front of me and ran its blazing
hand over my cheeks. “All in good time, love.” Then Bonnie slammed
the mausoleum door shut, trapping Alex’s lifeless body inside.
“Amanda?” Bonnie’s voice draws me back to the present. “Did you
have another nightmare?” I run an index finger over the dark circles
beneath my eyes and nod. “They’re getting worse.” “Worse how?”
I trace the scar Walter’s bullet left on my chest, not sure how to
describe the uncanny feeling. “They’re way too real. I’ve slept eight
hours, yet I feel like I was up all night, running a triathlon.”
Bonnie grabs the coffee pot and pours me another cup. “Did you call
Did Cappuccino Guy screw her brains out? Alex, aka jerk-face, is the
last person I’d give a buzz. Twenty- one months ago, hunter-heroic
barged into my life and made me believe we had a chance at
happiness. For the first time, I indulged in the fantasy love wasn’t just
an illusion. When the witch hunter learned I was his favorite kind of
prey, things turned ugly fast. He threatened to kill me, and if it wasn’t
for his brother Jesse, he would have gone through with his threat.
Then, three months ago, he walked back in my life with a proposal I
couldn’t pass up. His brother had gone missing, and if I helped him,
he would never bother me again. We found Jesse and saved a bunch of
kids abducted by a bokor and his pedophile asshole friend, Walter.
Alex honored his promise and didn’t contact me again.
“Why would I call him? Jesse is safe, I paid my dues, and he hasn’t
bothered me again. Everything is perfect.”
Bonnie arches a brow. “You don’t look so perfect, Amanda.”
“Really?” I grin, or at least I try. “I thought I totally rocked this
American Apparel underwear.”
“Amanda.” She folds her hands over my shoulders. “We both know he
isn’t just any guy. He’s the f—”
Anger rises through me like toxic smoke. “Don’t you dare,” I warn
her. “You promised you’d never bring this up.”
She plays with a strand of her rebellious curls. “I’m sorry. It’s just...
I’m worried. Ever since you went on that stupid road trip, you don’t
date, don’t screw.” She draws a deep breath. “Fuck. You don’t even
I’m so not up for this conversation. I put the cup in the sink and stalk
to our tiny bathroom next to my room. “Don’t wait on me,” I hiss,
slamming the door shut. “You’re such a bitch,” she barks. I couldn’t
Working the dayshift at Lindy’s Diner, I refill the
sticky sugar bowls. It’s been three months since I said goodbye to my
past. Two months without reading cards. One month of respectable
work as a waitress, and two fucking weeks of nightmares.
Goddammit, I feel like a freaking member of AA.
“Amanda!” Lindy calls from the kitchen.
Hands shaking, head thumping, I put the sugar down and turn around.
Deep lines on her forehead, she raises a brow at me. “New customer.
God, I miss my old life. I straighten my apron and grab a menu.
Approaching table two with a half-hearted smile, I put the menu
down. “Welcome to Lindy’s Diner.” I point to my tag. “My name is
Amanda. What can I get ya?” The sentence is branded into my brain.
You wanted this, I remind myself. Yeah, but back then I hadn’t known
a normal life was equivalent with becoming suicidal.
“What would you suggest?” my new customer asks. He’s about
twenty-five, wears a fancy black suit and expensive leather shoes. Not
exactly a typical Lindy’s Diner customer.
I pull the pen out of my ponytail and reach for my notepad. “Pancakes
are nice. Apple pie is great. Everything else pretty much sucks.” Joe,
our Italian chef, is freakin’ amazing, but Lindy likes to keep her costs
low. Even Joe can’t turn shit into gold.
The dude leans back, and his lips curve up at the corners. “Pancakes
and pie it is, then.” I jot down his order and walk to the kitchen.
After handing the paper to Joe, I nibble on cookies until my phone
vibrates in the back pocket of my jeans. Peeking through the kitchen
door, I check if Lindy is nearby before pulling it out.
Bonnie’s name flickers across the screen. I hadn’t expected to hear
from her after our little argument that morning, but the girl doesn’t
just love me at my best. She also accepts me at my worst. And in the
last couple of weeks, I’ve been nothing but at my worst.
Still mad? she texted.
Maybe, I sent back, not ready to let her off the hook so easily.
Suck it up. Double-date tonight nine. Dress up, he’s hot!
Has she lost her mind? I look like one of the zombie strippers. Hot on
the outside, rotten and dead within. No!
Bonnie had made up her mind, and the girl is like a pit bull when she
wants something. I’m bound to lose a WhatsApp argument with her,
so I decide to talk her out of it later. We’ll see.
See you in Penrose’s class?
Yes. I hit the send button and put the phone away before Lindy catches
I return to the counter and see the guy with the fancy leather shoes
holding up his cup. “Table two,” Lindy snaps.
“I’m not blind.”
“Then move your lazy ass. The coffee ain’t serving itself.”
Grabbing the pot, I stalk toward him. “Anything else?” I ask, filling
his cup. I don’t mean to sound like a bitch, but I just can’t help it.
He studies me with big, arctic-blue eyes. There’s something about
them that gives me the creeps. I just can’t put my finger on what it is. I
try to read his aura, but the colors are blurred. I haven’t had a clear
reading since the damn nightmares started. I’ve tried, God knows I
have, but it’s like I’m constantly glaring at a fucking rainbow. What
good is it to be a witch if you can’t use your gifts?
“I’m Legend, by the way.”
Sure, and I’m Jada Pinkett Smith.
“Would you, maybe, care to join me?” He sounds casual, not pushy.
“Sorry. Can’t,” I grumble. He holds my gaze. Chills ripple through
me. Oh no. Not here. Not now.
The way too familiar scent of rusty iron and death hung in the air as
Legend stood in the living room of the comfy family home. He’d been
told by the first responding officers the scene was barbaric, but the
word couldn’t adequately describe what he saw. Vicious crimson
stains covered the walls, part of a liver lay on a white leather sofa,
and a bloody hand print decorated the large flat-screen TV.
Legend drew a deep breath and focused on the disfigured corpse. The
weird symbol carved into his head bugged Legend a lot. Four people
slaughtered, and all wearing the same mark.
“Sir,” a young officer said to him. “The coroner is here.”
“Give me a sec,” he ordered, scanning the crime scene. No sign of
forced entry, no murder weapon, and he’d bet his ass there’d be no
DNA or fingerprints.
The young officer glared at the corpse. His face slightly green, he
looked sick to his stomach. “What animal would do something like
Animal was the keyword. The rib cage of the poor bastard was torn
into pieces, most of his organs removed, the body had been twisted in
an unnatural way, and the victim’s face unrecognizable. “I don’t
know,” Legend said. “But whatever killed him won’t stop.”
“Whatever? You mean whoever, right?”
Legend pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket and went to the
door. “No. I meant whatever.”
My knees are like jelly as the sickening vision fades. The symbol
carved into the man’s head had been a sigil. In other words, a demon’s
calling card. Every demon has its own. But this one, I had seen before.
It had been carved into the chest of Mister Sinister, the guy who’d
attacked me in an alley. The dude Alex thought I’d iced.
“Are you all right?” Legend sounds genuinely concerned.
My hands tremble. “Just a little dizzy.”
He loosens the collar of his shirt. A weird tattoo crawls over his neck.
Looks like some sort of symbol. “Sure you don’t want to join me,
Before I can answer, Lindy shouts, “Amanda!”
For once, I’m glad my boss is a freaking tyrant. “Sorry. Gotta go.”