Angel numbers & scents unearth a truth that has been hidden for years.

Reach for the Soap, owner, Narda Hunt, has been receiving signs in the form of numbers telling her she needs to find her half-sisters, Opaline and Ebba. An imminent threat is about to force them to combine their witch powers to survive.

One set of angel numbers brings Narda closer to Owin Waters, whom fate has determined is her soulmate. Their special connection sends them to another realm where Narda meets her deceased mother. She reveals the truth behind the special powers that Narda and her sisters possess.

With this knowledge, Narda brings to light the evil that is waiting for her and her sisters on their twenty-fifth birthday.

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Release Date: October 20, 2025
Genre: Paranormal (Witch) Romance

~ A Pink Satin Romance ~

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Excerpt

Chapter One

Olexa Mignon and Nevaeh Lunn stood next to Narda’s mother, Eeva, by a streetlight. Olexa and Navaeh looked frightened, but Narda’s mother grabbed their hands. Forming a circle, hand in hand, they sang.

“Hush, hush, my little anointed ones.”

Over and over, they said the words. Their tone was soothing until a fourth person appeared inside the circle. Her mother broke the hold, and the other two women backed away.

Facing the intruder alone, her mother chanted, “Believe in one, even though it’s you alone.”

The vision was always the same every time it came to her. Narda Hunt focused on her mother and relished in being able to see her mother’s face. It hadn’t changed; it was just as she remembered it. Her mother’s beautiful long, black hair, which was the same way she wore hers, glistened in the moonlight.

The similarities between them ended there.

Her mother’s eyes had been brown, while hers were green. She was five feet, six inches tall, whereas her mother had only been about five feet, two inches tall. And her mother’s complexion had been more of an olive tone, and Narda hadn’t inherited that.

Had it only been four years since she had lost her mother? It seemed like yesterday. With her twenty-fifth birthday coming up in a few months, she wished for time to rewind.

Concentrating on the vision while it still appeared before her, she saw the fourth person throw their arms upward. Streams of fire blasted from the intruder’s fingertips, striking Olexa first, then Nevaeh, and lastly her mother, Eeva.

“Mom!” Narda screamed alongside her mother’s cries.

Now awake from the nightmarish scene, she took several deep breaths. Her racing heart began to slow.

Ever since her angel numbers of three-two-one started appearing in odd ways every day, the perplexing dream had been occurring more often. She glanced up. The time was illuminated on the ceiling from her special clock.

3:13 a.m. The numbers never lied.

This set was telling her to make the choice to move forward. She was ready for the answers, but she already knew them to be true.

Narda inhaled sharply.

It was time to meet her half-sisters, Opaline and Ebba. Hopefully, their binding spells had finally been broken.

Her own binding spell had weakened when she had touched a black tourmaline, teardrop stone necklace. It had been hidden away in a box in her mother’s dresser drawer. When she had taken it out and fastened it around her neck, a veil of awareness had lifted. It had been like awakening from a dream. It had given her the knowledge of what she, her half-sisters, and their mothers were—witches.

When she had questioned her mother, it had turned ugly. Her mother had tried to replace the binding spell but couldn’t, so she had sat her down and told her the truth.

Truth or make believe? Witches weren’t real.

To Narda’s disbelief, she had watched her mother make things happen by mixing ingredients together. The first thing she had done was make a dead flower bloom. And then there was a brew that had made her sneeze repeatedly until her mother gave her another brew to smell, which made the sneezing stop immediately. Even though these were small examples of her mother’s power, she got the picture.

Things had changed from then on for her and her mother. After her mother’s death, she had spent the last four years researching the fact that she, Narda, was a witch and her mother, Eeva, had been one too. Stacks of papers and more unanswered questions were what she had found. She had very little to go on, only a few pictures and special words. Unseen forces didn’t want her to find her half-sisters.

Until now.

Pieces had been falling together faster than she was able to make sense of them in the last few weeks, like knowing the little girls she had played with years ago had actually been her half-sisters.

She hadn’t seen them for twenty years. Their mothers had put binding spells on them when they were five. Her half-sisters’ names had come to her in dreams, like the one she’d just had. Her mother had refused to give them to her, saying it was to keep them protected.

Tonight, the dream reminded her of a song her mother used to sing to her.

“Hush, hush, my little anointed one. Believe in one, even though it’s you alone. Find the bone. Find the stone. Trust in one, then all is done. Hush, hush, my little anointed one.”

As Narda sang the words, images and places flashed before her in a vision.

What did it mean?

She hoped to figure it out by the time she met her half-sisters, but it had only become something more to solve. It was a rabbit hole, and she didn’t have time to figure out what it meant.

Hugging her pillow, Narda tried to force herself to go back to sleep, knowing she would have to deal with this new information in the morning.

After a few minutes, she sighed. Shoving the blanket off her, she swung her feet over the side of the bed and sat up. It was useless to try to go back to sleep. The dream had her mind going in a hundred different ways. Taking her robe from the end of the bed, she put it on and went into the kitchen.

The winds of change were coming her way, and she couldn’t ignore their calling.

In her world, it was never too early or too late to have a cup of coffee. Pouring whole beans into the grinder, she began her morning routine.

Narda replayed the dream over and over in her head, looking for numbers. Having the ability to read and understand angel numbers began when she was little. At first, she never understood the numbers and only wrote them in a journal. Then one day, when she was about ten, her mother found the log.

Her life changed at that point.

She poured the espresso into her steamed milk, then added a little drizzle of caramel. With both hands, Narda carried it to the table and sat. The first sip was always the best, and she savored it for a moment before taking another.

With some caffeine in her system, Narda looked at her notepad, which was covered with all the angel numbers she’d been seeing lately. Her half-sister Opaline’s number was seventy-two, and Ebba’s was ten. Those two sets of numbers had been showing up more in the last couple of weeks.

To make sure she had calculated their angel numbers correctly, she checked the chart she’d created on the inside cover of the notepad. The graph started with the letter A; it was number one. The letter B was number two, and so forth through the entire alphabet. She wrote Opaline on the paper and began to formulate the numbers. O was fifteen, P was sixteen, A was one, L was twelve, I was nine, N was fourteen, and E was five, which was seventy-two when you add all of them together.

She’d added correctly.

Next, she rechecked Ebba’s. E was five, B was two, and another two, and A was one. Ten.

The numbers hadn’t changed. She’d been correct.

Then number one hundred forty-nine appeared yesterday. She wasn’t able to pinpoint why this number was suddenly appearing or figure out what it was trying to tell her, so Narda added it to her list. It could be telling her it was time to make the journey to meet her half-sisters. Or it could mean nothing.

That wasn’t a true option in her life, she reminded herself.

The numbers were always guiding her and telling her which path to take. Her mother had taught her that angel numbers always meant something and that they couldn’t, or shouldn’t, be ignored.

Her iPhone watch showed three minutes after four. That number was telling her it was time for her and her sisters’ journeys to begin. Her mother had prepared her for this moment before she died, right after her twenty-first birthday.

Not wanting to believe all the tall tales her mother had told her over the years, she had searched for her sisters. It only led to the fact that their mothers had died too, all within the same week her mother had. She also found out that all three of them shared the same birthday of November eleventh, with her half-sisters.

That had been her first sign, one-one-one-one. It was the strongest of any angel number.

Narda knew her birthday had been special. The meaning of eleven-eleven was to live in the present and to be the person she was destined to be. If she and her sisters each had that number and they were witches, it meant they were very powerful.

She slipped a picture from the back of her angel number logbook and held it. There were three women sitting on a bench, each holding a baby. The one on the left was Olexa Mignon, the woman in the middle was Neaveh Lunn, and the one on the right was her mother, Eeva.

“With all that is good, it’s time for us to meet, my sisters. Our journey will be long and tough. But with the powers we’ve been given, we will prevail.”

 

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