Power of Attraction

Power of Attraction

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by Taige Crenshaw

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A man will come to you in the darkest moon. The trees will shade and protect your union of the soul. Before the final step to merge your body is taken, a choice must be made.

Peyton Blackstone, a natural born witch, knew from the prophecy that accompanied her birth that a man would come to her. Yet, when the man who is set to be her's arrives,


A man will come to you in the darkest moon. The trees will shade and protect your union of the soul. Before the final step to merge your body is taken, a choice must be made.

Peyton Blackstone, a natural born witch, knew from the prophecy that accompanied her birth that a man would come to her. Yet, when the man who is set to be her's arrives, Peyton isn't ready for him or the ramifications his coming will cause. This man who deals with reality has a few secrets of his own - secrets that could very well destroy them both.

Wesley McCarty believes the woman he meets under the moonlight is not real. Suffering from unexplained blackouts, he believes he is losing his mind. When he sees her again, he realises not only is his fantasy woman real, but she is within his reach. He must have her, no matter the cost. Nothing will stop him. Not his blackouts, or any legacies or prophecies. He will have this woman who sets his blood on fire and completes his soul.

Legacies, destiny, and prophecy can not withstand this power of attraction.

Reader Advisory: This book is best read in sequence as part of a series

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Totally Bound Publishing
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Blackstone Haven , #1
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18 Years

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Fear swamped Wesley McCarty as he looked at the date on the newspaper in disbelief.

January twelfth.

He had lost six months of time and had no idea of what he had done. Swearing viciously, he leant back against the couch. He ran his hand over his head. The last thing he remembered was going to bed early. When he woke he was so relived, hell thankful, he hadn’t dreamed.

Wesley looked down at his hands and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank God, no blood, cuts, or markings. You’re doing okay, Wes.”

Even as he said it, he knew it was a lie. It was just the beginning of summer when he went to sleep yet when he woke there was snow on the ground. He tried to remember what had happened.

Black waves of pain hammered in his head. He swallowed the nausea bubbling in the back of his throat. He breathed rapidly in and out. The feeling passed. After some time, the pain lessened and he could think.

Oh God, what is happening to me? I’m losing my—

Wesley cut off the thought before it could form. No. There is a reasonable explanation. There has to be one.

Wesley sat up and pushed the button for the answering machine on the table next to the couch. As the many messages played, he started to shake. By the last one he knew that one of his vague explanations weren’t going to fix this. His friends who were also his business partners would want an explanation. Besides this one, there were times before that he had disappeared for a few hours, or days, and he had easily explained them away. This last disappearance of so many months would only make them question all the other times he had been gone before. He wasn’t ready to answer any questions. He had no clue himself what was going on.

“What am I going to do?”

He slumped deeper into the couch and closed his eyes while he thought up various explanations for his disappearance. None sounded believable enough for his partners to buy.

With a sigh, he opened his eyes. His gaze landed on the tapestry over the fireplace. The profusion of colours of the scenic mountains, waters, and beautiful landscapes was a backdrop to a woman seemingly in the shadows. He couldn’t make out her features, but still got a sense of her happiness and sultry beauty. Her head was tilting back, and she held her body as if waiting for something. When he had received the piece from his friend Ian McIntyre, the note had said it was called Prophecy. Although it should have seemed like a weird name, it somehow seemed to fit.

He remembered the note had also extended an invitation to come to Blackstone Haven.

With a sense of purpose, he stood. He knew where he was going.

You’re running away. He ignored the voice in his head and continued to look at the tapestry.

The scene called to him.

In a swift motion, he picked up the letter opener from the table, turned, and threw it. It quivered, embedded into the wall behind him.

Shocked, Wesley stared at it. Slowly, he made his way over to it. A feeling of unease swept him as he saw the bug pinned to the wall with the opener. He curled his hand over the handle and tried to pull it out. He couldn’t.

Tugging hard with both hands, he was able to release it. Wesley looked at the letter opener, then at the mark it in the wall.

“What the hell?”

His voice echoed in the emptiness. He glanced around the room that usually gave him comfort. The long, dark brown couches, chairs, and other items he had chosen years ago when he had bought the house seemed to not be the same. The walls were closing in on him.

“I’ve got to get out of here.” Wesley turned quickly and made his way back upstairs.

Three hours later, he was shifting gears in his SUV. The tension in his shoulders and the closed in feeling had eased as he put the city behind him. He patted the head resting against his thigh. A tongue licked his hand.

“Newt, you’re not getting any steak for dinner, no matter how nice you try to act,” Wesley said.

A bark sounded, and he glanced at his copper-red and white Siberian husky, who had sat up beside him. Newton barked again. Her parti-coloured eyes—one brown, the other blue—twinkled with mischief.

“Don’t give me that look.” Wesley returned his attention to the road.

He had swung by Pan’s—one of his business partners—house to get Newton on his way out of town. He was grateful that Pan was out of town, too, or he would never have got away without questions. At least this time, they would know where he was. He had sent them all emails.

Newton barked.

“I’m not a coward. It is better not to talk to them right now,” Wesley defended.

Meet the Author

Taige Crenshaw has been enthralled with the written word from the time she picked up her first book. It wasn’t long before she started to make up her own tales of romance. Her novels are set in the modern day between people who know what they want and how to get it. Taige also sets her stories in the future with vast universes between beautiful, strange and unique beings with lots of spice and sensuality added to her work. Always hard at work creating new and exciting places Taige can be found curled up with a hot novel with exciting characters when she is not creating her own. Join her in the fun and frolic, with interesting people and far reaches of the world in her novels.

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Blackstone Haven: Vol 1 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was really great. I highly recommend this book. I will be reading the rest of the books in this series as well as other books by this author.
Cherri-Anne More than 1 year ago
Open your senses and embrace - Blackstone Haven. WOW!  Talk about your Power of Attraction!  He was a sexual master who had her at his mercy.  “You’re a dangerous man to my senses, Wesley”  Even though this story started off in an odd way, I was fully pulled in!  I LOVE the creativity and almost what you could call bizarreness to the first half or so, but then once the fog starts lifting, WOW! Just WOW!!  And yes, even though it was a touch crazy in the beginning and I was feeling a little lost, the story was very intriguing and made me want to keep reading to find out what was going on!  I actually went back to read the beginning chapter+ and it gave me a whole new perspective to, of and for the story.  I did find that some questions were left unanswered, the odd part or two that was never really addressed.  However I have a feeling that future books will expand, enhance and build on this one while also pulling us deeper into all that is The Blackstone Legend & Prophecy.  I definitely want to know all there is to know about it and see it further explored.  This is only my second book of Taige's but I am thoroughly enjoying her different writing styles between the two series I have read books in, and the books themselves and am looking forward to reading my way through them all!  This book has a great mix of humor, magic, power, mystery, romance, intrigue, hot wild sex, prophecy & legends, friends & family and more!  The story does flow pretty fluidly giving history while moving forward at the same time.  I was impressed with the characters, finding myself drawn to them from the start.  I love how Taige takes a popular paranormal in natural born witch Peyton and recreates it until it becomes a whole new kind of witch - Taige style!!  And then for that near-the-end part with Wesley??  CRAZY!!!  And more than a little creepy if I do say so myself!  LOL  Of course I LOVE Newton!  In fact I almost stopped reading when I thought that she had...whew!  Sorry!  I almost gave a spoiler!  All in all, this book is worth the read!  With Taige's amazing writing style and obvious wealth of talent, you can never go wrong with any of her books!!
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