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A Void of Magic

A Void of Magic

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They trusted her to keep the peace between the paranorms. They made a mistake.

Book One of the Kennedy Rain Urban Fantasy series.

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A Void of Magic

"A Void of Magic [is perfect for] anyone who loves urban fantasy, chaos and mystery, a strong MC who doesn’t take anyone’s crap, and one of my favorite tropes, enemies-to-lovers romance."
~ Wilda, Amazon Reviewer

They trusted her to keep the peace between the paranorms. They made a mistake.

Kennedy escaped the family business when she turned eighteen. Now, an ill-timed vacation pulls her back to The Rain Hotel, the only known null zone on the planet. It’s a place where vampires can see the sun rise and werewolves can avoid the lure of the full moon. And it would be the perfect place for a paranormal wedding…if the bride wasn’t the local alpha’s daughter and the groom the scion of a vicious master vampire.

With a sexy werewolf determined to sabotage the wedding and dark forces threatening The Rain, Kennedy’s life is thrown out of balance when she’s forced to confront a past she swore to avoid. Ultimately she must choose: will she maintain the stability of the supernatural world…or will she destroy it.

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For the first time ever, I wished I were sitting through one of Dr. Campbell’s lectures. Boring was good. Boring was safe. Boring meant I wouldn’t say the wrong thing and start an interspecies war.

Nora Lehr, the only daughter of Octavian Lehr, who was the alpha of the Appalachian pack and quite possibly the strongest werewolf on the continent, turned away from the arched window. I met her gaze from behind my parents’ scuffed-up desk.

“Could you say that again, please?” I asked, polite as a neighbor asking for a cup of sugar.

Nora’s amber eyes narrowed. When I didn’t look away, she clenched her teeth in that oh-so-familiar way that took me straight back to high school. Spiders crawled up my spine, not because I was intimidated—her dominant-gene juju didn’t work on hotel property—but because I could practically hear the warning my mom had given me over and over again: Don’t antagonize the paranorms, Kennedy. They’ll eat you on the way to school.

They could eat me, but they wouldn’t. I’d learned that in sixth grade PE.

Nora slipped into her signature alpha stance, chin lifted, shoulders straightened. Her posturing had always annoyed the hell out of me. Five years away from home hadn’t changed that.

“On May sixteenth,” Nora said, leaving a deliberate gap between each word. “The Rain will host my wedding in the hillside gardens. The reception will immediately follow in the Silver Ballroom. You will reserve half the rooms and five suites. I’m prepared to pay all costs now. In cash.”

I held her gaze for another three seconds, then set my pen on the desk, taking the time to make sure the Hotel Rain logo was faceup. In other words, stalling, because that wasn’t what I needed Nora to repeat. It was the earlier part, the part where she mentioned the name of the groom, that had almost made me snort coffee out my nose. I couldn’t let her see I was rattled though. Don’t show weakness in front of the paranorms, Kennedy. They’re always ready for an easy snack.

I took a few extra seconds to make sure the pen lined up precisely parallel to the edge of the desk.

I adjusted it half a millimeter.

Then half a millimeter more.
“You will do this, Kennedy Rain.”

If I’d been a wolf, my hackles would have risen. Nora expected obedience. The aggravating thing was, she usually got it. People—or rather, paranorms and the very tiny group of humans who were aware of their existence—knew her father was in charge of the strongest pack in the US. But even men and women who had no clue about the paranormal world went out of their way to follow her orders. Not only had she been born with the alpha gene, she’d been born beautiful too.

“My parents—”

“Would sign the contract.” Nora cut me off. “It doesn’t violate the treaty.”

Technically no, but good God. Her father would flip. Jared’s master would flip. The hotel, its workers, and my family would be caught in the middle, treaty or no treaty. This was not something I could authorize.

And it wasn’t something I should be discussing. I should be across town in Campbell’s class while my parents handled this lunacy.

My parents excelled at handling lunacy.

I tilted my head, studying Nora’s too-perfect posture. Was that why she was here? She thought I’d be easier to convince? That I was the weakest link in the family? She should know better.

I glanced at my cell phone. Mom still hadn’t answered my last text. I didn’t know where she and Dad had run off to, just that they were on a much-needed vacation somewhere with very poor cell service. The only communications I’d received from them since they left were a handful of texts saying they were having a good time and staying busy.

The last time I’d received a handful of messages saying they were busy, they’d been on a second honeymoon.

Or a third or fourth one. I didn’t ask for details. I didn’t want the details I already had. The only reason they were permanently etched into my brain was due to a tragically timed pocket dial—one of them had apparently rolled over in bed.

My roommate, laughing, had told me I should be grateful they still loved each other. I’d thrown my phone at her head.

I wanted to throw it at Nora’s head now. She didn’t have her supernatural reflexes here. I bet I could hit her.

“Put the date on the schedule, Kennedy,” she said.

I rolled my eyes toward the computer screen. May 16 was, unfortunately, wide open.

“Can’t you just marry somebody else?”

Nora’s smooth expression finally cracked, making her look more human than stepping into the hotel’s Null-zone had. “You are not serious.”

She couldn’t be serious. This had to be one of her stunts, a way to piss off Lehr and test just exactly how much he’d let his daughter get away with.

I stood. “Have you thought this through? Jared’s what? Three centuries old? You can’t have anything in common, and if you—”

“He’s two centuries old,” Nora snapped. “And we have everything in common. You don’t know him.”

“I know he’s a vampire.”

“He’s a person.”

“He’s Arcuro’s scion. His second-in-command. His freaking henchman. Your dad will kill both of you.”

“I’ll handle my father.”

“Really?” I crossed my arms. “I doubt that. I’ve met your dad. He’s kind of a hard-ass, Nora.”

“My father—”

“You can’t have a wedding here.” I rolled the chair under the desk, intending to walk around it and show Nora the door. Before I took a step in that direction, she grabbed the briefcase she’d brought with her and slammed it on the desk.

“Just put us on the damn schedule.” Her eyes punched the air with so much fury it felt like the Null had shattered. If I hadn’t been used to her flare-ups, I might have been intimidated.
She opened the briefcase, took something out, then dropped it on the desk. “Contract. Guest list. Payment.”

Against my better judgment, I glanced down. My gaze went straight to the money.

“Um.” I cleared my throat. “I don’t think we accept cash deposits.”

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