Keys to the Coven has always been a monster of a book, stuffed full all the things a writer thinks of when she spends several years plotting and revising her first novel. :)  I love it dearly (and hope readers do too) but of course it has flaws and one of those, I think is that it ends a little too quickly, giving Max, Felicity, and us not quite enough time to get used to their new situation.

But once a book is done, it’s done, right? You can’t go back and revise….

Unless you get the bright idea of writing a short story epilogue that you can offer free to “Keys” readers as a thank you for signing up to your newsletter.

By ‘you” I mean “me” obviously, and that’s what happened! There’s now a 10-page epilogue to Keys to the Coven which of course has its own devious plot.

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Happy…wait! What’s that? A taste? Here’s the introduction just to whet the appetite.

Happy reading!

In the beginning, there was fire. Blue fire, the brightness of the morning sky, white flames like midday sun, yellow, ochre, a thousand shades of heat, consuming buildings, spitting out souls.

“Thank you for helping me take the dogs back to Redwood City.”

Max put out the lighter he was holding and turned to the woman driving the rattling van. Felicity. Blond hair, loose around her shoulders. Turned up nose. He couldn’t see her eyes behind sunglasses, but he’d discovered during the last four days that they were green and gold. Her breasts, inside the unzipped leather jacket, were soft and round, exactly the right size to fill his hands.

Not that he’d touched her. Max wasn’t comfortable with touching.

“It’s really nice of you to make this trip.”

It’s really crazy of me. To climb inside a van stuffed with ten dogs and a woman whose name he barely knew and travel somewhere he’d never heard of. Not that the names he was leaving—Falstaff, Arizona, Firehouse One, Max poked the words with his mind’s tongue and felt nothing—not that the names he knew meant much.

“It would be tricky getting the dogs home on my own.”

Felicity. Nothing and everything. His first and only kiss. Max flicked his lighter and watched the flame. “It’s not like I had anywhere else to go.”

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