Title: Soul Mates
Author: Nadine Nightingale
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Day: March 10thAbout Soul Mates: Alex is a righteous witch hunter. I’m a stab-worthy witch. We loved each other once. Now, we can’t stand to be near each other. It’s my fault. We are natural born enemies, after all. I had to help him save his brother from a psychotic voodoo priest, though. What can I say? I like Little Remington as much as I pretend to dislike Alex. Besides, he promised to never bother me again after that. He kept his end of the bargain. I left my dubious life behind and started over. All is well. Until— The truth about a deal with hell is revealed. I have to choose between the ultimate sacrifice or losing jerk-face forever. One will live, one will die. Who, solely depends on my selfishness.
with the baby shit? The last time he called me that, he was a
wasted wreck in Bakersfield and tried to hit on me. I scan the bar, searching
for JJ. She leans against the bar, an amused smile tugging at the corners of
her red lips. My eyes plead with her, begging her to tell me what the fuck is
going on. She shrugs and keeps smiling. So
much for girls gotta stick together.
Alex’s grip on my chin tightens.
He doesn’t hurt me, but the pressure definitely draws my attention back to him.
“We’re gonna be late if we don’t hit the road.” His gaze is so fierce I wonder
if he’s trying to hypnotize me.
I’m still speechless. Bay,
however, gets the message loud and clear. Chair legs drag across the floor as
he stands. “It’s pretty late. I better get going before my mom kicks my ass for
“Yeah, you better get going,”
Alex mocks him. “We wouldn’t want to upset your mom.” His malachite eyes pierce
mine. “Would we, babe?”
of the babe shit. I push Alex’s hand away and get on my feet,
dead set on keeping my word and getting the hell outta here with Bay. Hadn’t
reckoned what an asshole jerk-face could be. He circles my wrist and pulls me
Bay eyeballs Alex’s hand on my
arm. He doesn’t like what he sees.
“You do realize you’re still
here?” Alex grumbles. Bay sucks in air and walks to the counter. He puts a
twenty-dollar bill on the table and peers over his shoulder. “See you around,
angel.” Then he’s gone.
bye, sex. Hello, jerk-face. Madame Josephine had been wrong. I’m not
untouchable. I’m fucking cursed.
Red-hot rage bleeds into my
system. “You.” I point a finger at Alex. “Explain. Now.”
He leans back. “Ladies first,”
he counters, voice sharper than a butcher knife.
My brows fly up. Is he serious?
He wants me to
explain myself? Yeah, sorry. I might have lost my dignity along the way, but
this is a road I’m not willing to go down. Ever. “I wasn’t the one acting like
a caveman, Alex. You, on the other hand? Wow. You nailed that shit.”
He ogles me as if I’ve committed
murder. “I’m acting like a caveman, huh? Well, you’re acting like...” He shakes
his head. “Throwing yourself at the next best guy? Really, Amanda? It’s so
pathetic, it’s kinda funny.”
Every muscle in my body tenses.
My fingers itch to leave another goddamn scar on his face. That’s exactly what
he wants, though. Provoking a reaction, making me mad, so he can dwell in the
satisfaction I care about his opinion. Not
gonna happen. Refusing to play his fucked-up mind games, I
smile. “Last time I checked, I could throw myself at whoever the hell I wanted.”
He jumps up, knocking his chair
over in the process. “Do you even know who that guy is?” He sounds beyond mad.
“Do you?” I counter calmly.
Something close to “I will
fucking kill you” passes through Alex’s eyes. I don’t have to have second-sight
to know he’s about to throw a fit. Luckily—for him, not me—JJ comes to the
rescue. “Guys.” She’s between us, waving her hands like a white flag. “Can we
all pretend to be grownups for a moment?”
“Grownups?” Eyes on the door, I
pour myself a tequila shot. “Why don’t you tell that to jerk-face, who acts
like I’m his fuckin’ toy.”
Alex yanks the glass out of my
hand. That’s it. I’ve
reached my breaking point, and I’m not sure he realizes what he’s in for.
Jumping up, I get in his face. “What is your fuckin’ problem, Alex? Are you
jealous or something?”
He laughs so hard, even JJ’s dad
stares at him. “Jealous? Because of you and this Bay guy?” He draws closer. His
fiery breath slaps my cheeks. His eye shade changes into a much darker seaweed.
That’s when I notice he, too, has reached breaking point. “Let me make this
very clear, Amanda. You can screw whoever you want. The two of us”—he points a
finger between us—“we’re done. I couldn’t care less if you banged the whole
town. So don’t get confused between me looking out for you and me being
jealous.” A devilish smile pulls the edges of his mouth up. “Because trust me,
I’ll only feel sorry for a guy stupid enough to fall for you.”