I'm a little early, but while I'm working on my first erotic paranormal story, I thought I would release snippets of it in the Six Sentence Sunday Twitter party.  So this is from my WIP novella, Taking Persephone.

“There is magic in your blood Persephone,” she told me again and again, using my full name so that I would know that she was serious. She stroked my dark hair back from my face, “One day you’ll see.”

            I looked into her green eyes that were the same shade as mine and wanted to believe her. Did she know it from the beginning? Could she somehow sense that I was a witch from the day that I was born? Was it those same peculiar gifts that drew him to me?



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