Fire Magic

Cover of Katie O'Connor's book Fire MagicTitle: Fire Magic
Published by: Snarky Heart Press
Release Date: Dec 19th, 2019
ISBN13: 978-1-9990192-7-3
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He’s a professional diver. She’s a witch who controls fire.
Fire and water don’t mix…
Until evil starts stalking her and destroying their town.


Amber Hawk can trace her roots all the way back to the witches of Salem. She’s got astounding magical abilities, including the ability to control fire. Something weird is happening in her peaceful hometown of Three Moon Falls, and Amber suspects dark magic is behind it. The only way she can get to the bottom of all the strange happenings is to team up with the infuriating, sexy man who’s been making her life miserable.

Kodiak Wilkins doesn’t believe in hocus-pocus mumbo-jumbo. He thinks Amber’s a bit off her rocker, but against his better judgement, he’s attracted to her. Something keeps pushing them together and scary things are happening. He’s going to have to swallow his disbelief and help her out of this dangerous crisis. And in the process learn some interesting things about himself.

Can they defeat this evil and keep their lives separate, or is fate going to keep forcing them together until they admit the attraction burning between them?


Amber Hawk was one of the most attractive women Kody had seen in a long time. Something about her called to him, despite the way they occasionally reacted like fire and water.

He blinked rapidly. Called to him? That sounded like a damned magic spell.

Great, now he was thinking she was magic. He shrugged the thought off. He was letting rumor and an overactive imagination get to him. He must be more tired than he realized.

Amber snapped her fingers under his nose, jerking him back to the present.

“What? Sorry, my brain was miles away.”

“Yeah, for five minutes.” She raised her glass in a toast. “To new friends and neighbors.”

“To new friends,” he echoed, and they touched glasses. “Sorry for drifting away.” She looked like she was expecting an explanation. He wasn’t going to give her one. He glanced around to ensure nobody was listening. People would think he was crazy if they overheard his next question. “I saw the sparks? The fire? Whatever it was coming from your hands. What is it? A trick?”

“Can we just drop this? Forget you ever saw anything?” She raised one brow and scrunched up her nose. Her hands curled into balls on the table.

“Nope. I saw something. Something weird. I want an explanation, please.” He almost felt guilty for putting Amber on the spot. Almost. Bryce had told him her family was into crazy stuff. Witchcraft. Magic. He didn’t believe any of it. Or at least, he didn’t think he believed. After seeing what happened when he startled her, he wasn’t quite so sure where he stood. A logical explanation would help.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” she hedged.

“Try me.”

Their table was in the corner, nearly shielded from the rest of the pub’s patrons. She stood the oversized menu up to further block the view and turned her hands, palms up, on the table between them. “You’ve been in our store. You know I’m a witch, though you probably don’t believe magic is real. I am magic. My entire family is.”

He leaned back, involuntarily, and studied her earnest expression. “And?”

“Watch.” She waggled her fingers to get his attention. She curled her hands into tight fists. She opened the right. A small spark appeared in her palm.

“Nice trick.” He used sarcasm to hide his unease. What the devil? It had to be an illusion. Like a magician could do. A trick of the light.

She opened her left hand, and the spark jumped into her palm. It jumped back and forth between her hands. She closed her hands, and the spark vanished.

“It’s something to do with your rings, isn’t it?” He couldn’t hide his skepticism.

“Fine,” she said with a sigh. She slipped her rings and bracelets off and handed them to him. “Hold these.” She rubbed her palms briskly together and opened her hands. Both held sparks, one blue, one orangey-yellow. “Believe me now?”

“I see it, but I don’t believe it. It’s an illusion.”

“Magicians rely on sleight of hand. This is real. Hold out your hand.”

He eyed her warily. She was up to something. Rather than be labelled a coward, he lay one hand on the table, palm up, between her open hands. “Okay,” he said.

The sparks jumped from her palms to his with a tiny snapping sound. Heat blazed in his palm, uncomfortably hot, but not hot enough to burn. He jerked his hand back, and the sparks vanished. “Shit,” he exclaimed. “You could have burned me.”

She laughed lightly. “I told you it wasn’t a trick.”

“It was hot.”

“I kept it mild. It will burn skin if I’m not careful. Once, I caught a stick on fire and managed to burn my leg badly enough to scar. I was only seven. I hadn’t mastered it yet, and I was playing around when I shouldn’t have been.”