surrounded by mountains and forests. A place that maintained and celebrated their traditions every year, and where the town folk were friendly, warm, and sociable. Within the village itself, historical buildings restored to a new modern beauty, thatched cottages, and several quaint shops stood amidst an avenue of beautiful gardens and oaked lined streets. In the centre of town, was the restaurant the Bennett brothers were renovating, the project mostly driven by Ethan. Those needing a calmer approach to life sought out the neighbourhood, known for its safety and tranquillity and quiet streets, with either low fencing or no fencing at all.
Situated on the outskirts of town stood the Bennett estate. It held its own charm – private, peaceful, and boasted massive spans of protected grape vineyards, gardens and forests.
And three very handsome, very muscular bachelors.
Although the vineyards on the Bennett estate produced the vast majority of grapes for the infamous ice wine produced by the local town winery, the three brothers had very little to do with the actual production of the wine itself. They had employed sufficient staff and an excellent manager, Tara Reeds, who kept everything running smoothly. Tara’s family had been a founding member of the town and she knew of their special abilities, but she kept to their agreement and very seldom brought it up. She’d been good for the brothers, taking over the business side of the estate with an ease that gave the three men a lot of freedom.
The Bennett estate supplied the grapes, year after year, to the winery in town that processed them into an expensive, sought after wine. Come January, when the temperature dropped to the perfect degree, it was all hands on deck and they’d all be trudging through the snowy vineyards kitted out in full winter gear to pick the frozen grapes.
Harvesting time had been one of Sarah’s favourite times of the year. The town went into an absolute frenzy to harvest the grapes, always working through the night, and once every last grape was picked, the entire town put on a festival of fun and celebrations that often drew visitors from far away.
Sienna smiled. Even though her return signalled the start of a familiar battle of the wicked, it was good to be back.
“Still want to stop at Lora’s store?” Archer asked, glancing at her in the rear-view mirror.
Sienna nodded. “The few items of clothing I brought from Rose’s house won’t get me very far, so unless you want me prancing around in your shirt tomorrow…”
He grinned. “The look suited you. It’s late, maybe we should come back tomorrow?”
“Archer, stop the damn car.”
With a chuckle, Archer manoeuvred the car into the parking area and stopped outside a quaint woman’s clothing boutique – Sienna’s favourite. The owner, Lora Williams, knew exactly what suited Sienna, thus making a shopping trip a painless and quick experience.
Sienna smiled as she caught sight of Lora through the window. The older woman with blonde hair and a friendly face, stood in front of a shelf, quietly folding several t-shirts. They probably didn’t need any folding, but Lora had never been one to sit still for long. Lora was a messenger of The Circle and also a powerful elemental witch, but no longer a practicing one. A shame, as Lora had the heart and soul of an excellent witch – wisdom that Sienna had frequently turned to when she was younger. But several years ago, Lora’s daughter, like Sienna, had fled Rapid Falls in fear of the witchcraft she’d been born into, taking her young daughter, Kate, with her.
The blow had been brutal for Lora, and she’d stopped practicing as a witch the moment her daughter had left town.
Sienna pushed open the door to the store, eager to see her friend. It had been a long time since she’d had any contact with her friends from Rapid Falls, and she’d missed them.
“Sienna?” Lora gasped, whirling around with a delighted smile. “Oh, my
Situated on the outskirts of town stood the Bennett estate. It held its own charm – private, peaceful, and boasted massive spans of protected grape vineyards, gardens and forests.
And three very handsome, very muscular bachelors.
Although the vineyards on the Bennett estate produced the vast majority of grapes for the infamous ice wine produced by the local town winery, the three brothers had very little to do with the actual production of the wine itself. They had employed sufficient staff and an excellent manager, Tara Reeds, who kept everything running smoothly. Tara’s family had been a founding member of the town and she knew of their special abilities, but she kept to their agreement and very seldom brought it up. She’d been good for the brothers, taking over the business side of the estate with an ease that gave the three men a lot of freedom.
The Bennett estate supplied the grapes, year after year, to the winery in town that processed them into an expensive, sought after wine. Come January, when the temperature dropped to the perfect degree, it was all hands on deck and they’d all be trudging through the snowy vineyards kitted out in full winter gear to pick the frozen grapes.
Harvesting time had been one of Sarah’s favourite times of the year. The town went into an absolute frenzy to harvest the grapes, always working through the night, and once every last grape was picked, the entire town put on a festival of fun and celebrations that often drew visitors from far away.
Sienna smiled. Even though her return signalled the start of a familiar battle of the wicked, it was good to be back.
“Still want to stop at Lora’s store?” Archer asked, glancing at her in the rear-view mirror.
Sienna nodded. “The few items of clothing I brought from Rose’s house won’t get me very far, so unless you want me prancing around in your shirt tomorrow…”
He grinned. “The look suited you. It’s late, maybe we should come back tomorrow?”
“Archer, stop the damn car.”
With a chuckle, Archer manoeuvred the car into the parking area and stopped outside a quaint woman’s clothing boutique – Sienna’s favourite. The owner, Lora Williams, knew exactly what suited Sienna, thus making a shopping trip a painless and quick experience.
Sienna smiled as she caught sight of Lora through the window. The older woman with blonde hair and a friendly face, stood in front of a shelf, quietly folding several t-shirts. They probably didn’t need any folding, but Lora had never been one to sit still for long. Lora was a messenger of The Circle and also a powerful elemental witch, but no longer a practicing one. A shame, as Lora had the heart and soul of an excellent witch – wisdom that Sienna had frequently turned to when she was younger. But several years ago, Lora’s daughter, like Sienna, had fled Rapid Falls in fear of the witchcraft she’d been born into, taking her young daughter, Kate, with her.
The blow had been brutal for Lora, and she’d stopped practicing as a witch the moment her daughter had left town.
Sienna pushed open the door to the store, eager to see her friend. It had been a long time since she’d had any contact with her friends from Rapid Falls, and she’d missed them.
“Sienna?” Lora gasped, whirling around with a delighted smile. “Oh, my
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