Home To Hawk Ridge
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by Gemini Judson
Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica Night Owl Romance Reviewer Top Pick
Description: Katerina Bauer's history is woven with threads of herbal magic and the powers of animal magnetism. She was orphaned as a child and raised by her aunts. These women use trickery and fascination to earn a dirty living. They've also made Kat their punching bag for twenty-three years. We enter Kat's life just as she strikes out on her own. She's left the Bauer mansion, moving to a small town in northern Wisconsin--Hawk Ridge. Kat lacks confidence in her magical skills, but is pretty sure she'll remain lonely without them. With a gypsy spell on her lips, she empowers a candle to attract a mate. Steve Rider is drawn to her magic flame, unaware of its magical implications. He's the one. He unwittingly falls into the arms of a bewitching green-eyed goddess. When Kat's magical charms lead to a love affair, she struggles with her own deceit. Is she just like her Bauer family after all? She's about to learn her subtle charms are no match for the wiles of the cruelest gypsy of them all.
eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: October 2010
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [185 KB]
Reading time: 112-157 min.
Reviewer Top Pick, Rating: 4.5 "When I was younger, I often wished I could do something to catch a young fellow's eye. In Gemini Judson's book, "Home to Hawk Ridge," I get to see just what could happen if my wishing had come true. Katerina is something else. Her whole sense of reasoning is not like our own, but then perhaps that is how a gypsy witch thinks. She casts a charm upon herself to be beautiful and sexy (oh how I wish I could do that one) and yet, she then has to deal with the reality of what she's doing. Does Steve Rider love her for who she really is? Read Gemini's book and find out more. I do believe you'll enjoy reading Home to Hawk Ridge." ~ Ursshebear, Night Owl Reviews
"I've lost her. Something's happened. My visions have stopped. When I look into the ink, I see nothing but blackness."
"Have you tried wormwood? Just a little?"
"I have. Even a lot. My bedroom stinks to high heaven." Kane let his long dark hair flop over his eye. He knew this made him look devilish and took pride in the effect. Tonight his image matched his mood far more than he'd like. He'd been on a high, receiving remarkably clear visions in his ink bowl. Visions of a beautiful blonde goddess with eyes of emerald. And he'd been shown where to find her. Hawk something. He'd seen a soaring bird with a broad red tail, circling the perimeter of the bowl. Its perfect flapless flight gave the realistic impression of an updraft rising from the depths of the bowl.
The last vision he'd had admittedly puzzled him. A pair of pink shoes floated in the dark water. Don't question, just accept. The meaning would reveal itself.
Ink bowl scrying was a mystifying family legacy, and Kane MacBeth had initially balked and rebelled against such foolishness. As a teenage boy, an enigmatic dark-haired woman delivered an ornamented bowl and told him of his dead mother's gift. Phooey.
He'd discovered his own gift in crisis. Months after the bizarre visit and the arrival of the ridiculous bowl, his little sister was lost in the woods. She had eluded law enforcement and search crews for days. In desperation, Kane pulled the ink bowl from the cupboard, and within minutes of meditating on the dark surface, a vision of 5-2-9 became clear. His little sister was found in an abandoned well on 529th Street, badly injured and freezing.
"Go to her. Find her and figure out how she weaves into your future. You'll never rest until you find a hawk with pink shoes. I'll be fine."
Kane laughed at the imagery and looked at his little sister Krista, now a beautiful young woman. A woman without the scrying gift and without the use of her legs. It had been just the two of them since the death of their father so many years earlier. As a professional artist, Krista had begun to spread her wings and gently encouraged her brother to get a life. Kane wasn't necessarily aching for change, but he couldn't deny the strong sensation that someone was waiting for him.
He loaded a few essentials into a leather satchel and gave his sister a last look of uncertainty.
"I'm a big girl. Help is just a phone call away." She spun her wheelchair in a confident circle.
Kane nodded to his sister. "About one hundred miles north of here, there's a town called Hawk Ridge. I'm going there. There's a green-eyed goddess waiting for me. I'm sure of it."
With his hand on the doorknob, he stole one final glance at his sister and raised his eyebrows.
"If you bring your goddess back--make sure it's of her own free will."
Kane winked at his sister and chose not to respond. He headed for Hawk Ridge.