Lacy: Seeing Double Denver Pack Book Seven

Lacy: Seeing Double

Denver Pack

Book Seven

by Jana Leigh

Published by JK Publishing, Inc.

© Copyright January 2012 Jana Leigh

Reissued May 2016

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ISBN# 978-1-466-07738-6

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Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Epilogue

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Excerpt from Love in a Fire Zone

Prologue

Lacy looked around her business and smiled. It was all hers, maybe not what you would call conventional, but still hers. Lacy lived in the perfect town for her business. New Orleans, Louisiana, was the voodoo capital of the world. Lacy fit right in with her coven here. She owned a small shop that sold her potions and charms, amulets and talismans.

Witches were practitioners of witchcraft, and generally were skilled in sorcery and the magical arts. Through rituals, charms, spells, and the conjuring or invoking of spirits, they manipulated natural and cosmic forces for either good or evil purposes. The word ‘witch’ comes from the Middle English word ‘witches’, which was also derived from the old English terms known as Wicca and Wiccan, which meant to work sorcery, bewitch. Throughout most of history, they have been feared and despised because of the fact; they were thought to be vindictive, cast evil spells on others, and consort with evil spirits. The western concept of them evolved from sorcery and magic beliefs dating back to the ancient Assyrians, Babylonians, Acadians, Hebrews, Greeks, and Romans. In ancient Greece and Rome, they were renowned for their herbal knowledge, magical potions, and unnatural powers. Classic witches often were said to have the evil eye.

Now, Lacy, she was a white witch. She only used her powers to help and heal. Never for personal use or gain, and never to harm someone. When she was ten, her coven leader—also her mother—explained their history. There were witches like her, red witches like her mother, who were powerful in all areas and usually the leaders of a coven. Blue witches who were powerful in casting spells, Green witches were good at mixing potions, and Black witches were those who chose to use their powers for personal gain. Their colors changed, and became blurred, hence the name Black Witches.

She was given a choice to join the coven, or to take the easy path and renounce her powers and remain a normal person. It was a big decision for such a small girl to make. Her father supported her mother but never took to his powers. He claimed not to want the responsibility. Lacy discovered her powers were best suited for healing. Being a white witch was unusual; in fact, there wasn’t another white witch in her coven. Her mother said that she was special.

Lacy wanted it. She wanted to be a witch; she wanted to be special. Her mother told her when she was older, she would be a powerful witch, one that would help change the course of the world. She didn’t understand it, but she never questioned it.

Lacy took her witchcraft very seriously. She especially liked to use her powers for people who came to her for help with relationships. Part of her gift allowed her to see when couples came in if they were meant to be together. She didn’t advertise this because she would have couples standing at her door waiting for her to decide if they should get married or not, but that was her calling. She didn’t question the gift the Spirits had given her. When she saw a couple who were supposed to be together, she would see a small thin magical connection between them. It reminded her of static electricity; a thin silver strand formed between the couple and connected them.

The gift was also a curse. Where she could see the joy of a binding, she could also see the tragedy of a mismatch or if one of the spouses was being harmed, even in a matched relationship. A few times she had even helped women who were being abused by their spouses realize that they were destined for a better life. Lacy didn’t care if they were meant to be together or not, she would help them. She helped them leave the abusive relationship; because of this type of work, she got her degree in psychology while practicing her craft. Her mother had protested, saying she couldn’t do both, but her father made sure that she went.

Lacy sighed and moved around her store. She longed to find the man she would spend the rest of her life with. She wasn’t classically pretty, more like the cute, short, chubby, best friend pretty. She had long, blond, curly hair; when she was smaller, she hated it, but as she grew she learned to love it. It had the perfect corkscrew curls that most women paid a fortune for. Her face was around, eyes blue, and her cheeks were naturally pink. She carried probably an extra thirty pounds for her five foot five size, but she really didn’t care. She wanted a man who looked beyond the physical.

This was the reason for her inexperience, that and because her father wouldn’t allow a man within a foot of her, unless he checked them out. He claimed no one was good enough for his daughter, but she thought there was something else going on. Heck, even when she wanted to go out for ice cream with a guy, her father would show up.

She tripped on the rug that was in front of the door and rolled her soft blue eyes. She also needed a couple of feet of bubble wrap to keep her from getting hurt all the time. She was clumsy and sadly, very prone to accidents. When she was small, it was cute. When she became older, not so much, especially when she was carrying a vat of potion, then tripped and spilled it on a few of the women in her coven. It had been an honesty potion, and normally it wouldn’t have been a problem, but one of the witches started spouting of how many men she had slept with. Including a few of the husbands of the witches in the room—it made for a very long day, and night. She had to sit through no more than three lectures from the coven elders. Since then, when she mixed her potions, she was alone, so when her hands turned green, it had just been her.

Lately, she had become restless, thinking that something was coming, but she had no clue what it was. Her powers were a little weak in the future telling. Her mother could do the whole spell-casting thing to see what was meant to be. Lacy refused to allow her to tell her. But over the last few months, her mother had been looking at her and smiling.

Opening time. One last look around and she twisted the door lock and opened her shop.

Chapter One

Shawn and Sevi climbed into their truck after gassing it up. They had been on the road for days now, and as bear shifters, they were starting to get bored. They wanted to shift and wonder, find a nice tree and take a nap, maybe a honeycomb to snack on, or a female bear shifter to fuck. At least, that’s what they wanted to do. Their brother, however, threatened to cut off something very important to them if they stopped.

Give a guy a little power and look what happens. Their brother was one of the Chosen, well make that their adopted brother, not that they ever distinguished between the two. To them, Blaine was their brother, and as much as he would like to deny it, they were close. Both of them would do anything for their little brother. Right now though, they were thinking, this was above and beyond the call of duty.

How much further? Sevi asked.

Let’s see, maybe five miles since the last time you asked. Just read the FUCKIN’ map, Shawn growled.

They were identical twins, and bear shifters. When identical twins are born in the shifter community, it is different than twins, or triplets, etc. Identical twins were thought to share the same soul, halves that completed each other. That probably explained why the twins were so different. Sevi was quiet and more reserved, while Shawn was outgoing and rowdy. When people met them, they could never tell the difference, even their mother had a hard time telling them apart sometimes. She told them when they met a woman who could tell them apart, she would be their mate because she was seeing their hearts, not their looks.

At the time the twins had rolled their eyes and laughed, but after searching for their mate and continually having to remind