Title: Ash and Snow

Release Date: November 12, 2015

ASIN: B017WKXLVK

Ash fought for her brother, now she has to fight for her life.

When the spell to save her brother worked, she didn't anticipate the problems that would follow suit. It destroyed her magic and in so doing left her life force to drain away. For months, the Witch Council searched for a way to stop her inevitable death, but nothing has come of it so far. Then Ash has a dream and as soon as she wakes up meets the little girl who starred in it.

Kay Dewitt is sick. She's also special. She knows things she shouldn't and guides Ash to find the thing that could save them both. But the Council doesn't believe and turns Ash's boyfriend against her.

Ash is on her own again...Only this time two lives are at stake.

Loyalty and friendship are tested in this Snow White retelling.

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CHAPTER ONE

     My legs bounced as I sat in the waiting room doing the thing I hated doing most: waiting. Charlie sat next to me going through a Highlights magazine without a care in the world. Several months had passed since I found the cure for his magically induced sickness, and there had been no signs of any ill side effects. Still, we had to keep in touch with his doctors to keep the truth a secret. No one knew about magic except witches, and it had to stay that way.

     “Can I play on your phone?” Charlie asked as he set the magazine aside. I grabbed my purse from the floor and pulled out my phone, relinquishing it without comment. Even he didn’t know the full truth of what happened. Something that weighed on me every time he asked about Mom. I used to tell him the truth about magic and my powers, but that was when they were just stories to him. When he became the central point of the story, I couldn’t bring myself to continue.

     A door opened and a nurse called us back to an exam room. Finally.

     Charlie hopped up on the exam bed and I sat in the chair next to it. One deft leap is all it took for him to get in position where a year ago I would have had to lift him up and set him down. He’d gained weight too. Even since the last visit a month before, he’d put on seven pounds which made it twenty-eight in all. This newest increase would put him just above normal for his age.

I, on the other hand, kept losing weight.

     There was a quick knock on the door and Dr. Hanscomb charged in. In a flourish, he shut the door behind him, whisked out his hand, and shook Charlie’s. “How are you feeling today, Mr. Prince?”

Charlie beamed up at him. “Fine,” he replied.

“Glad to hear it. And you, Miss Prince?”

     My cheeks burned when Handsome Hanscomb turned his attention to me. I couldn’t help it. He looked like a Hollywood star. Literally. He could have been Mark Ruffalo’s identical twin. Maybe a little younger, but definitely just as hot. We shook hands and I worried he’d notice how clammy mine was. “I’m good,” I lied.

     “Well, let’s see how things are going.” He proceeded to check Charlie’s heartbeat, breathing, ears, throat, lymph nodes, reflexes, and belly in such quick succession while asking me questions about his eating habits and playing habits and school habits and about dreams or nightmares, that it was all a bit dizzying. Every visit for the last six months was the same. Dr. Hanscomb would be a flurry of activity while examining Charlie and then we would talk.

     “You seem to be doing well,” he said as he let Charlie go and handed my phone back to him. “Are you feeling tired or do you have any aches?”

“Nope.” Charlie shook his head emphatically.

     “How about your sister,” he asked, glancing at me for a moment before turning his attention back to Charlie.

     “She’s always tired,” Charlie replied shrugging his shoulders and looking down at my phone in his hands.

Dr. Hanscomb turned to me, eyebrows raised.

     I fidgeted with a thread on my sweatshirt. “I’ve had some health issues of my own.”

     Charlie perked up. “But she still does a whole lot with me, even though Jason says she does too much,” he explained over the sound of his heels as he kicked the metal underbelly of the examination table. “She takes me to the zoo and the museum and the park and we draw together and read together and play Alien Zombie Invasion, but she’s not very good at that. It’s a video game. Her favorite is Minecraft and she’s much better at that one.”

     I smirked the way I always smirked when he got super excited about things. Still, I could see the conflict in his eyes. He was thrilled I did so much with him, but he worried that I was doing too much. Charlie thought I was getting better until Jason told him that I was getting worse. I tried to hide it from him, but Jason suggested Charlie needed to know. He was right, of course, but I hated it just the same.

     “Minecraft is easier than shooting zombies,” I defended myself. “Those things move too fast.”

“That’s because they’re alien zombies.”

“Good point.”

     “Well, I don’t see any reason why he should need to come back next month,” Dr. Hanscomb said as he stood. “We can schedule a Well Check for around his birthday, but other than that, I think you’re off the hook.”

“Really?” Charlie and I asked at the same time.

He smiled. “Really.”

     I grabbed my purse and pulled out a manila envelope. “Feel like letting our social worker know?” I asked as I handed it to him.

     He took it, pulled out the paperwork inside and smiled. “It would be an absolute pleasure.”

     I’d had those papers on me for every visit, hoping it would be the one to give us the green light. The struggle of keeping Charlie out of the system and at home with me had been difficult. I was eighteen and had just graduated high school the year before. I understood Child Protective Service’s concern about how I would be able to take care of Charlie, especially with his medical record. But every visit by our social worker so far had gone great. I’d hired a lawyer and filled out all the necessary paperwork. Charlie hadn’t missed a single day of school yet and hadn’t been late once. With the final review just a couple of weeks away it was a relief to know his doctor gave him a clean bill of health.

     Dr. Hanscomb turned and walked to the door. He stopped as he opened it and looked at us. “I’ll get these filled out and faxed over. The nurse will be in with your discharge papers and I’ll see you,” he pointed at Charlie, “when you turn nine.”

With that, he was gone. Ten minutes later, so were we.