Crossed Keeper Witches Book 0.5 by Kristy Centeno Genre: YA Urban Fantasy
Bryn McCaskey lived by simple rules: kill demons, never use magic against school bullies, and avoid running her mouth in front of her Grams.
It all seemed easy enough to follow.
Until Rhyzel Connor rolled into her life.
Suddenly everything she thought she knew about demons is put to the test as she finds herself teaming up with the most unusual of teammates to save a fellow witch from a hit.
Only problem is she doesn’t know how trustworthy Rhyzel is.
When magic is involved a good outcome isn’t always guaranteed and Bryn will have to put her neck on the line to get to the bottom of the well, even if it means unmasking Rhyzel and everything he stands for in an attempt to solve the biggest mystery she’s ever come across.
Heavy footsteps stopped right outside the seventh door. Something pounded on the wood once, twice, as if requesting an invitation to come inside.
The creepy factor tipped the scale.
I spread my legs apart as the door to the apartment rattled. Something insisted on testing the endurance of the wooden frame repeatedly. I brought my right arm to my chest, fingers curled into a fist.
And then I waited.
The door exploded into giant splinters as the first demon burst into the living room. It wasn’t as big as my imagination had led me to believe, but it wasn’t small either. Taller than me for sure. And bulkier by far. It resembled a human kangaroo hybrid, but not nearly as cuddly. Definitely not cute. Not remotely.
In my short career as a Keeper witch I’d seen my share of ugly demons. This pointy-eared, stocky, brown-skinned walking nightmare was among the top five. Its short snout was filled with triangular teeth that seemed deadly sharp. It held its girth on two muscled legs with inverted knees and three-inch talons on each of its toes.
Behind that demon stood at least a dozen more monsters like it, waiting to be granted access to their prey of choice. Their slanted eyes studied me with predatory hunger. Except for the occasional twitch of their elf ears, not one of them moved. Or growled. Or challenged me. Not until the one in the front dipped its massive head back, howled, then bolted toward me.
Keeper of Lost Souls Keeper Witches: Book One
Bryn has survived high school bullies.
She’s fought demons and won.
She’s even learned to coexist with the permanent haunt of one of her arch enemies.
But she’s never had to contend with a boy she was attracted too.
Much less one that was dead.
When Johnny Zhao’s name pops up in her list of charges Bryn doesn’t think much of him. Until their first meeting ends in near disaster.
It doesn’t take long for her to realize Johnny isn’t a conventional soul in need. He’s much more powerful than any she’s seen before. He’s a coveted target, one that has much to offer demons.
Protecting him becomes a priority, one she takes very seriously.
Now if only she could convince him that he needs her help before his adversaries return to claim what they failed to collect the first time around.
Bryn turned to me and asked, “Can you open doors?” She dug inside Karen’s pants without waiting for my reply and retrieved the keys she then tossed over to me. I proceeded to unlock the doors as Bryn moved her uncooperative prisoner aside. Once the door’s security mechanism clicked, I pulled the passenger-side door open. Bryn shoved Karen inside as the demon leaped onto the car and hissed.
The roof buckled under the beast’s weight, caving in the center with the audible screech of bending metal. Bryn slammed the door shut and we both stepped back, eying the demon warily. Neither of us moved as we watched its face begin to shift, contorting as he changed from human to something closely resembling a black leopard, except this new form was about a foot taller and twice as wide.
Inside the car, Karen went ballistic, yelling and pounding on the glass with two tight fists. Bryn shouted at her to be quiet and hold still. That was easier said than done. The girl doubled her antics, managing to aggravate the foul beast even more. It growled then lunged without a moment’s warning, jumping from the hood with its claws aimed at the young witch’s throat.
Kristy Centeno loves to spin tales of creatures that go bump in the night, with a sprinkle of romance to top them off. Her passion for writing stems from a lifelong enjoyment of reading and the pleasure derived from the magical worlds created by authors like her. She prefers her female leads strong, independent, and stubborn who will stop at nothing to save their loved ones and protect those they care for.
Kristy currently resides in Pennsylvania with her five kids, a quartet of noisy parakeets, and a spoiled puppy. When she’s not working or writing, she juggles her free time between raising a handful of minions and pursuing other career goals.