Birgitta Anderson, or Birgit, as she is known has three problems in her life: a lousy sense of direction, a broken-down car, and a strange mechanic named Reno. The first problem, she was born with; the second a good junkyard could take care of; but the last might be a little more difficult to deal with – especially when it comes with three matchmaking brothers.
Reno Brewerigeron has his hands full dealing with his three young brothers who have decided it is his responsibility to continue as the family patriarch since he is the oldest. Reno wants to get off the miserable planet his younger brother crashed on. They want him to mate, but that isn’t likely considering how small and fragile the women on Earth are.
Thanks to the meddling of his brothers, he has a change of heart when a human woman awakens the beast inside him. His plans to court her take a turn when another alien species arrives searching for Birgit. Will Reno be able to keep Birgit safe long enough to convince her that she is the perfect mate for a stranded alien, or will he be destined to lose his one chance at happiness?
Find out in Bewitching Birgit; where anything can happen in Magic, New Mexico!
Targeted Age Group:: 18+
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
This book is written in S.E. Smith's Magic, New Mexico world. The inspiration came while talking with S.E. Smith at a book convention. At the time, the series was a Kindle World and since then, she has generously allowed others to add to her wonderful series.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
To tell the truth, my characters just 'talk' to me. I see their stories play out like a movie in my mind and I write them down. Usually, the only issues I have had are writing the endings and their names because they are usually very tight-lipped when I ask what to call them.
Birgit reached the intersection where she’d made her mistake and had turned toward Magic, and went straight through.
Glancing down, she checked her gas gauge with a frown. She’d driven over seventy-five miles, and the gas gauge hadn’t moved.
“Well, they said you’d get better gas mileage.” She patted the dash.
The car might have broken down yet again, but it hadn’t done so until she’d pulled into the parking area of a service station. It was almost as though the car had waited to die until she got to an area where she could get help.
“Thanks for taking care of me.”
Birgit jammed on the brakes and forced the gearshift into park before coming to a complete stop. The old car skidded to a halt on the edge of the road, throwing gravel everywhere. A dust cloud surrounded her as she released her seatbelt, jumped from the vehicle, and peered through her back windows, searching for a stowaway.
“Okay, whoever you are. Get out of my car!” She glanced at her phone that she’d tossed onto the front passenger seat and bit her lip. “If you don’t get out, I’m calling the police,” she said with a bravado she didn’t feel.
“That’s going to be hard when your phone is on the passenger seat.” The smug-sounding voice seemed to come from the speakers, but how? “Besides, you don’t get a signal out here.”
“Okay. Very funny.” Her temper kicked in as she realized the reason her repairs hadn’t cost a small fortune was because the four brothers had played a prank on her, using her for some entertainment. “Okay, you jerks. I’m on to your sick game. Turn off the microphone and listening device, and I won’t press charges.”
Could she press charges for a practical joke?
“They didn’t add a listening device.” The voice paused.
“They added two tiny computers, which they hooked into the onboard computer that gives me the ability to speak.” Another pause. “Believe it or not, I’m your car.”
“I don’t believe it.” She bristled. “How stupid do you people think I am?” She glared at her dash.
Thank goodness she’d gotten out of that town. She glanced over her shoulder to see if anyone had followed her. Was the town one of the places she’d heard about where people went missing? Had they done this to get her to stop in the middle of nowhere so someone could kidnap her?
Birgit climbed back into the still-running vehicle, stepped on the brake and put it in gear. With luck, she hadn’t damaged the transmission when she’d shoved the gearshift in park while the wheels had still been rolling.
“Just shut up.” And before the voice could interrupt, she added, “I’m driving on to Roswell to see my aliens, and then I’m going home. I’m not going to fall for your tricks and stay here frightened. I’m moving on to Roswell, and I’ll find another route home if I have to drive through Chicago to do it.”
After fastening her seatbelt, she stepped on the gas and the car took off as though shot from a cannon.
“Wow. Those guys at the garage really fixed your get-up-and-go, didn’t they,” Birgit said with a grin.
Birgit frowned but kept driving, her heart slamming in her chest, as she continued to watch the road around her.
“Haven’t you noticed that no matter how hard you step on the gas pedal, the tachometer doesn’t move?”
Inexplicably, her gaze jumped to the gauges, and she noticed the voice was right. At cruising speed, it should have read about two-thousand revolutions, but it read at six-hundred, which should have put her at an idle, not sixty miles per hour.
“What the hell?” How had they done that? No wonder her gas mileage seemed so phenomenal.
“I told you. The brothers put in a few new computers. One makes it so I can talk.” The female voice sounded smug. “The other runs an ion propulsion unit Reno connected to the drive train. That's what is pushing us down the road.”
“I still don’t believe it.” Birgit tightened her fingers on the wheel and continued toward Roswell. “It’s not possible. No one has ion propulsion for cars. If they did, they’d be powering space ships and other things with it.”
“But they do.” A soft chuckle reverberated through the speakers. “At least the Zolonians do.”
“Yes. The four men who own Brewer’s Garage are from Zolon, a planet somewhere in the Andromeda galaxy. Their real last name isn’t Brewer. It’s Brewerigeron.”
“Bull.” She bit her lip. “Prove you’re telling me the truth.”
It was an impossible demand, Birgit knew that. There was no way anyone could prove to her that her car was, talking to her.
“Remember the day you bought me? You weren’t sure you made the right choice.”
“That’s an easy assumption. Everyone second-guesses a major purchase—especially a car.”
“But not everyone knows what you said to me the day you brought me home.”
“What…what I said?” Birgit lifted her foot off the accelerator a bit. “What did I say?”
“You said you thought I was the most beautiful car you had ever seen.”
“Easy guess. I’d just spent ten grand on you. I wouldn’t have done that if you were ugly or covered with rust.”
She pressed her lips together and shook her head when she realized that not only was she talking to it, but she’d addressed her car as you.
“You also said you hated it when people sent their cars to junkyards and you would never do that to me if I took care of you.” The sound of the voice changed to one of injured pride. “You told them to take me to a junkyard when you arrived at their shop.”
“What do you expect? You’d just died on me for the umpteenth time!” She pressed her lips together with a sigh, determined not to say another word directed at an inanimate object.
“That’s it! I’m taking this thing back to that shop and making them fix whatever it is they’ve done. TV shows aside, cars don’t talk, and they aren’t sentient.”
“Oh, and I suppose the fact that I told you those men aren’t human, but real live aliens has nothing to do with your decision to drive another two hours out of your way.”
“Shut up.” Birgit refused to reply any further as she turned the car around, her stomach churning and her teeth clenched tight. “Just shut up.”
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