We are happy to announce the good news! The final part of McLean Twins series by Jennifer Loiske will be released in time, so you will all have an opportunity to get it for Halloween! What could be a better way to spend the spooky holiday than a book full of witches and demons! Here’s a little teaser for you…Please, remember, even if it is not yet edited, it is still a copyrighted work.

Shannon stared at the old stone manor with a haunted look in her turquoise blue eyes. Twenty steps to the front door. Twenty. Steps. And she couldn’t make her feet move. Last time she’d been standing on this exact same spot she’d had the creeps. This time, well, she still had the creeps but for completely different reasons. This time she knew what was hidden in that house.

“I can’t go there,” She turned to her twin brother.

Ian put a hand on her shoulder. “I know, but we have to.” Shannon bit her lip. “Sis, we have to,” Ian’s gaze nailed her on the spot, warning her, he would not give in an inch.

“I know,” Shannon breathed, turning back to the manor. Ian was right, of course, but in that moment she would have given anything to go back to London under her weird aunt’s witchy eyes, and to see her silly cousins, Bo and Blossom. As if that would never happen. Instead she had a demon to beat, and not just any demon, but her father.

Ian touched her hand gently, his features softening a bit. She grabbed his hand in hers before he had a chance to pull it back. Okay, she thought. I can do this. It’s just a house, no biggie, and whatever was inside of it couldn’t be worse than she’d experienced before. She inhaled deeply and took a step forward, dragging Ian with her. So quiet, she thought, a vein throbbing on her forehead, so peaceful and safe looking. It. Is. Just. A. House. She mentally kicked herself again before looking at Ian. He nodded reassuringly.

“Together?”

“Together,” she nodded firmly and took another step, even when her mind screamed her to run away.

The house was beautiful, and emanated timelessness. It was a masterpiece from another century, a place that should be crawling life, happiness and joy, rather than being this quiet tomb, a place so similar of a graveyard. No one was to be seen in or outside of the house. Nothing moved. Not even the leafs of an ivy which was covering the grey stonewalls. Shannon lifted her face and looked up. The sun was peeking through the clouds, making the place look inviting. She laughed out loud and a crow joined her with its raspy voice.

A car door was opened close and a man leaped behind them.

“Simon,” Shannon said without looking at the man, “I was wondering whether you’d show up or let us deal with this mess alone.”

Simon growled. This was the last place on earth he wanted to be, but there was no way he’d leave those kids without a proper back up. A devilish grin flashed on his face. Yes, they might be witches, but he was a demon. Simon placed his heavy hands on their shoulders. Ian stole a quick peek of Simon’s grim face, before focusing on the house again.

Simon’s black eyes were hollow, the scar across his face being unnaturally visible on his pale skin. The demon in him lifted its head, making the tattoos entwining his muscled arms squirm as if they were alive. He could sense the evil inside, the devil lurking in the shadows, waiting for the opportunity to strike Shannon and Ian down. His grip on the kids’ shoulders tightened. He knew he shouldn’t go into the house. Not when the darkness was whispering in his veins, urging him to do terrible things. The pull was nearly unbearable and yet he knew there was no power, in or outside of this world, which could have forced him to break a hair from his protégées. He would rather die than hurt them.

If you haven’t started to read McLean Twins series yet, you can find the first part of the series here!

Happy reading!