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Splintercat: A Paranormal Women's Fiction Urban Fantasy
Splintercat: A Paranormal Women's Fiction Urban Fantasy
Splintercat: A Paranormal Women's Fiction Urban Fantasy
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Splintercat: A Paranormal Women's Fiction Urban Fantasy

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When the going gets rough, the tough send in their cat...


Brigid Donovan is going through a nasty divorce. The idea to buy and restore her family's old mansion won't leave her alone. A visit to the property shows more damage than she'd

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Release dateDec 2, 2023
ISBN9798869035752
Splintercat: A Paranormal Women's Fiction Urban Fantasy
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    Splintercat - Jilleen Dolbeare

    Splintered Magic Series

    Splinter Cat: Book .5

    Splintered Magic: Book 1

    Splintered Veil: Book 2

    Splintered Fate: Book 3

    Splintered Haven: Book 4

    Splintered Secret: Book 5

    Splintered Destiny: Book 6*

    *Forthcoming

    Splintercat

    SPLINTERED MAGIC SERIES PREQUEL

    JILLEEN DOLBEARE

    Ice Raven Publications Ice Raven Publications

    Contents

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 2

    Chapter 3

    Chapter 4

    Chapter 5

    Chapter 6

    Chapter 7

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    Also by Jilleen Dolbeare

    Splintercat

    Jilleen Dolbeare

    Copyright © 2023

    Editor: Cissell Ink

    Cover Designer: Crimson Phoenix Creations

    Interior Art: Rose Rasmussen

    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any form including digital, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, uploading, or by any information storage and retrieval system without prior written consent of the author except for brief quotes for use in reviews.

    To my very own Mr. Mittens—Gus. Thanks for being an inspiration, and a good boy!

    Chapter One

    I bounced along the rutted drive, going as slow as possible, my nerves jangling. This was a bad idea. Of course, it was a bad idea! Who was I kidding? I tried to take a calming sip of coffee, but it splashed out of the little hole at top and splattered on my favorite blouse. The universe was trying to speak to me. To warn me away.

    I clenched my teeth. The universe could go screw itself—where was the universe when I married Evan? There should have been a thunderstorm on our wedding day, or an earthquake, or some other suitable portent to warn me about the cataclysmic mistake I was about to make.

    I put the coffee back in the cupholder. I didn’t want to drink the lukewarm crap, anyway. Maybe this was a bad idea. Did I really want to take this step? Move out of my comfort zone? Like, really far out of it? Evan had said he’d take me back if I dropped my demands. For the millionth time, my resolution wavered. Evan was all I knew; he was the easy choice. But every fiber of my stubborn being knew he wasn’t the right choice.

    Thinking of Evan was a habit, a bad one I needed to break. I couldn’t go back to him, couldn’t trust him. Besides, I’d be the homewrecker now. He’d gotten the skank pregnant. She’d carried the baby I never could. Don’t be bitter, Brigid, don’t be bitter. She wasn’t even pretty. She had youth on her side while mine was fleeing me like a rat from a sinking ship.

    The house loomed out of the misty rain, and my breath caught. Grey, decrepit, and depressing. But something in me sang. Oh, the potential! If I squinted, I could see what this place could be. For the first time in I-don’t-know-how-long, hope and excitement buzzed in my chest. This could be the start of something special, something amazing, just for me. Screw Evan. Don’t think about Evan, dammit!

    Brush blocked the driveway as it curved around to the back of the house. I would need to hire someone to clear that out so the workers could get in to restore this beast. If it was even possible. The house looked ready to collapse, but even so, the old building spoke to me.

    I parked next to the realtor’s jaunty red hybrid and stepped out. The misty rain decided at that moment to change into a downpour, and I had to run to the sagging porch. Luckily, the old cobbled walkway up to the front of the house was still solid, so I avoided the worst of the mud. I stepped up the old rock stairs and onto the wooden porch. It squeaked under me and had far too much bounce. I frowned at it. Would it hold my weight?

    I pushed back my long, damp hair and scanned the porch and the roof above me. Nothing was in good shape. Was it even safe to enter? I blew out a breath. Maybe my optimism a moment ago was delusional. I frowned doubtfully at the building around me. Before I could second guess myself yet again, the front door swung open with a loud squeak. For a moment, I thought it had opened by itself, but then the realtor beamed at me in her dark red power suit and helmet hair. I couldn’t judge her. I was rumpled, crumpled, and covered in coffee stains. I summoned my best social smile and continued into my old home. 

    Hi, I’m Karen Trask. I talked to you on the phone. She stuck a hand out.

    Brigid Coleman, nice to finally meet you. I stumbled slightly over my last name. I was stuck with it until the divorce was final and I could go back to Donovan, my maiden name. I shook her hand and stepped over the threshold.

    It had been twenty-three years since I’d set foot in this house. And the years hadn’t been kind

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