Constant Cravings by Tracey H. Kitts Read Free Book Online Page A

The candles and their soft glow always soothed me.
    After searching for a few minutes among my new age and metaphysical books I found what I was looking for. Most of these books were given to me by people who didn’t know I didn’t practice witchcraft. Not that I had anything against it. My great-grandmother was a witch. The other books here, the really old ones, I inherited from her. Sadly, I had never done more than scan a few pages in any of them. My gift came to me naturally and I never saw the need to practice any religion. I believed in something more than myself, I’d just never taken the time to search for it.
    I saw these books in a different light after my recent experiences. A book on how to select a familiar didn’t seem so far-fetched anymore. Neither did a book on how to summon the love of your life.
    “Really?” I said, taking a closer look at the book.
    I flipped through the pages. “It’s nothing but spells to summon your true love.” I laughed softly. “Why did I never read this before?” My laughter subsided when I remembered that Rachel had given it to me for Valentine’s Day almost five years ago.
    My grandmother never openly practiced the craft, though her mother had. The one thing she said about it that stuck in my mind was, “Never dabble. If you choose to practice, then study first. Dabbling will only lead to trouble.” With this in mind, I put the spell book down and picked up the book on getting in touch with your own psychic abilities.

    Late that night, after reading the entire book on psychic ability (it wasn’t very long), I decided to meditate and attempt to strengthen my shields. I didn’t want to accidentally slip into someone’s mind just because of a handshake. Even though Liam said the effects of his kiss were temporary, I didn’t plan on that being the last time I kissed him. So I figured I should learn to control these enhanced abilities of mine as soon as possible. Every time I tried to picture a stronghold—to represent the shields in my mind—I instead saw Nym and Tina. More distracting still, when I didn’t see them, I saw myself with Liam.
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    Tracey H. Kitts
    “Fuck it,” I said, rising from my place in front of the fire.
    I had already taken a drop of the nightmare prevention potion an hour before. I didn’t have to worry about nightmares because I couldn’t sleep. I also couldn’t meditate. Maybe it was the nearly half-pot of coffee I drank earlier, or perhaps I was just nervous about all that was going on.
    A bottle of my favorite wine was in the fridge and under the circumstances I saw no reason not to indulge. I rationalized this out loud as I took a glass down from the cabinet.
    “My friend is dead, the whole world has changed, and apparently I’m too horny to meditate. All my appointments are cancelled. Why not?” It had been awhile since I’d had very much to drink. I had nothing against alcohol, I just tried not to take in too many calories this way. I’m not one of those women obsessed with being thin. My breasts are naturally large, D cup to be exact. If I gain weight they grow, and if they grow any more I might tip over. Okay, so that’s an exaggeration, but larger breasts would give me back problems that I do not want. This also runs in my family and though many women would consider it a blessing, every time I go shopping, I consider it a curse. So for that reason, I do my best to stay fit.
    It had been several months since I’d indulged so much. By the time I drank half the bottle I was very drunk. I was also no longer concerned about the cold. I’d stripped down to my underwear and my favorite silk robe. Both were black with aqua-blue trim.
    All thoughts of my grandmother’s warnings were now long gone as I went into the back room and picked up the book of love spells. How great would it be to take the guesswork out of finding your true love? Or so I thought.
    While I flipped through the pages I started talking to myself. “Since