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underneath the candle and then rose to circle the bronzes. With every ounce of intent she could muster, Evangeline called to her love. She walked around the statues, caressing him, willing the flesh and blood man to hear the call of her spirit. Standing in front of the creation of her own hands, Evangeline touched him. She closed her eyes and let her fingers play over the form of her beloved. She reverently kissed his chest. She embraced the cold, hard figure and envisioned the heart beating and the chest filling with oxygen, blood flowing through the veins, life emanating from lifeless material.
    Evangeline stayed within the circle until the candle burned down and the light went out. Carefully closing the circle, she thanked the powers who had heard her prayer and asked a special blessing on the object of her desire, Angel.
     
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    Eric awoke with a start. “What the hell was that?”
    He could have sworn somebody called his name. However, no one called him Angel anymore, not since his mother had passed away. His mom had been something else. Even though she had lived her life as the wife of a Baptist minister, there had been a wildness to her that neither his dad nor the church had ever tamed. She had been born in the Appalachian foothills of Tennessee, bred on faith healing, folk magic and ghost stories.
    Eric lay back down and smiled, thinking about Grace McAllister. She had loved him above all else. She had taught him tolerance, compassion and kindness—a different message than her hell-fire and brimstone-preaching husband had extolled. She had named him Eric Angelos McAllister, a grand name for a country boy, but to her he had always been Angel. The heartbreak had been that what made Grace special had been the very thing that his dad and the church had found unforgivable. Eric still had trouble reconciling his father’s teachings with his mother’s free-spirited acceptance of the unknown. Suffice it to be said, Eric missed his mother.
    Now, Eric was hearing things. Before he had woken up, he had been dreaming about his mystery woman again. Tonight, he had tangled his fingers in long dark hair and smoothed his hands down legs of the softest silk. She had been wild for him, pushing him down, climbing on top and riding him until they had both screamed. God, he was burning up! There was no use lying here, he was hot enough to set off his own fire alarms.
    He needed to get laid in the worst way, but Jessica wasn’t the woman he wanted.
    He wanted the nameless, dark haired, witch of his dream.

Chapter Two
     
     
     
    Evangeline oversaw the packing, handling and moving of the bronzes as if someone were transporting her children. It was hard to explain to the movers how very special these pieces were to her. If the truth were known, she was scared to death. Having the world see her creation was mind-boggling, to say the least. Her cheeks flamed just imagining people looking at Angel and Rapture . They were going to think she was a sex-crazed pervert. In spite of her reservations, she had invited the whole family to come; she had even called her grandmother. And they were all coming, except for Elizabeth and Tyler. Something had come up with his family. However, the important one was her grandmother; Evangeline needed Nanette for more reasons than one.
    Something was wrong - - more than just her need for Angel. Evangeline could feel it, something was terribly amiss. For weeks, she had been hearing piano music, soft haunting music coming from everywhere and yet nowhere. She had checked every room in the house. She had checked televisions, radios, computers - everything - and nothing was left on or wired wrong, there was no logical explanation for the music. When she would hear it, Evangeline would run outside, trying to determine if it was coming from a source other than one in her own home. But there was no clue - no answer.
    Now the mystery had deepened - the piano music was still playing at least once a night,