Sprinting for all I was worth, I reached the huge bay window of Madam LeFre's home and wound back my arm. Spotty clumps of dead brown grass made the ground uneven, but even that didn't deter my step. Spurred on by the fresh wave of rage Harvey had instilled in me, I tightened my grip on the brick I was holding and darted out from behind the bushes. I wasn't leaving this place until the witch had paid for what she'd done. What had happened to Tristy was exactly why I wasn't budging until my mission was accomplished. 'I seriously doubt she can make the wind blow. 'It's called wind, you moron.' I smacked him lightly on the back of the head. She's already casting some kind of voodoo shit spell on us. 'Did you feel that? She must know we're out here. 'Jesus, Pick.' Shivering beside me, Harvey wrapped my last year's coat tighter around him-since it actually fit him-and burrowed deeper into its warmth. So being a human icicle wasn't the worst thing that could happen to me. He'd told me he'd consider it-if I sucked his dick. I'd asked Vern, my newest foster dad, if he'd buy me a jacket since the weather had turned cold and I'd outgrown last year's winter coat.

I had decided coats were overrated after last week. But first, they must open their hearts and learn how to trust.Īs Harvey and I crouched behind the lilac bushes in front of the old decaying house, a stiff breeze burst upon us, stirring a batch of dead leaves around my knees and freezing the fuck out of my arms. To reach their dreams, Eva and Pick can save each other. Another can rescue you from a different kind of doom. One kind of hero can save you from physical harm. He just knows she's the key to fixing everything. He knows this woman by scent, smile, and laugh, but he's never actually met her. He's out on parole for defending the last damsel in distress while trying to help her support her child, but all he wants is to find his one true love. On the other side of town, sexy, tattooed orphan, Patrick Ryan, can't get a break. Now she's broke, unemployed, and has to start anew with a newborn to raise. But then Eva Mercer got pregnant, shot by a psycho, and kicked out of the only home she knew.

She really only cared about appearances and hiding all her dark, ugly secrets under the guise of an opinionated snob. Once upon a time, there was this pampered rich girl who was kind of full of herself.

Be My Hero by Linda Kage