tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9547990144905819672024-03-27T16:53:38.614-07:00Kay PhoenixLove that Transforms the Heart.Kay Phoenixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009860925909022188noreply@blogger.comBlogger386125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954799014490581967.post-69717491150430630252021-11-15T21:24:00.002-08:002021-11-15T21:24:36.527-08:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN9ivINJqyZQ2JUyLn1VYqLbsm67a7ngj765Gkv6MDJ6DOB9NE5aBXLZDFbcw8fZnkXdTzdxbK0f5aeecbC94yMotPXe498Htcs88J13s2g7DulHPqYmJoxud4ZtRYBVze7S4HJozKAX8/s5184/IMG_1064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3888" data-original-width="5184" height="369" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN9ivINJqyZQ2JUyLn1VYqLbsm67a7ngj765Gkv6MDJ6DOB9NE5aBXLZDFbcw8fZnkXdTzdxbK0f5aeecbC94yMotPXe498Htcs88J13s2g7DulHPqYmJoxud4ZtRYBVze7S4HJozKAX8/w492-h369/IMG_1064.JPG" width="492" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Kay Phoenixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009860925909022188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954799014490581967.post-63836683801452045162020-12-23T08:53:00.002-08:002020-12-23T08:53:23.459-08:00Author M.C. Solaris<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZJ6KLHz4lz8opzoTufDQe1anH6AN-S6CAHVWJ1l6DyfcYKQX5r5zorz3oV0fRQzC8Nsz66Vhyphenhyphensg1eYl5OCm1GUsU2eqPK1aNjqhlLq2gnGHh2hQQN-j7O1KVRnhfLwI2XjvvCICRbnt_b/s820/Banner.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="312" data-original-width="820" height="153" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZJ6KLHz4lz8opzoTufDQe1anH6AN-S6CAHVWJ1l6DyfcYKQX5r5zorz3oV0fRQzC8Nsz66Vhyphenhyphensg1eYl5OCm1GUsU2eqPK1aNjqhlLq2gnGHh2hQQN-j7O1KVRnhfLwI2XjvvCICRbnt_b/w400-h153/Banner.png" width="400" /></span></a></div><br /><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span><div><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidL1x_RG0HDfc_9-J_F0s5ApBSwNvCdDZQxP0amLsSt5iphyphenhyphenkp07V_otQI5yWY-xy3hwGMcVFZ3GiHn19mJaWbG_9DRq4tcdcys_KLRHp7jajhhN5UzHNYfjoqjhOqAYvDK8JDaytrDZ2V/s2048/Rhyker%2527s+Key+Cover.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidL1x_RG0HDfc_9-J_F0s5ApBSwNvCdDZQxP0amLsSt5iphyphenhyphenkp07V_otQI5yWY-xy3hwGMcVFZ3GiHn19mJaWbG_9DRq4tcdcys_KLRHp7jajhhN5UzHNYfjoqjhOqAYvDK8JDaytrDZ2V/s320/Rhyker%2527s+Key+Cover.jpg" /></a></div>Rhyker’s Key</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: georgia;">Orion’s Order </span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: georgia;">Book Two</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: georgia;">M.C. Solaris</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Genre: Paranormal Romance</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Publisher: M.C. Solaris LLC</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Date of Publication: 12/21/20</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">ISBN: 9781952655050</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">ASIN: B08MZJJRZM</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Number of pages: 740</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Word Count: 220,000</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Cover Artist: Mayhem Cover Creations</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Tagline: Sexy Shifters. Hot Vampires. Intriguing Immortals.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Book Description:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Rhyker, tattooed bad boy and lethal jaguar shifter, falls for the sweet and caring healer, Keena. Except, she’s determined to keep him in the friend zone... good thing he’s a predator that enjoys the hunt.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Together, can they heal their past and forge a future bonded with true love?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">SECOND BOOK IN THE ORION’S ORDER SERIES</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Orion’s Order returns in another addictive installment about their secret world of magic and mystery. A world where the most powerful words in the Universe are discovered in the fight against an ancient evil force.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">KEENA OLIVER</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">I am haunted by my past mistakes. Mistakes that I have no idea how I even made. I am an educated mind and spirit healer after all. So how in the holy healer hell did I end up in a relationship where the male who I thought I loved…</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Yeah, it’s probably best not to rehash those nightmares. But if I don’t dare open up that box to my past, then how am I ever going to be able to move on? Especially because I so want to move on with a certain sexy male. A male whose lips devoured mine in a darkened corner that one time. A male whose predatory piercing blue eyes practically track my every move. A male who I shouldn’t be fantasizing about every second of every day. Why? Because it would ruin me.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">RHYKER KINGSLEY</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">I’ve had my eye on a certain female for almost a year now. A female who is damn determined to keep me in the friend zone. A female who's been hurt by her ex but refuses to open up to me about it. So, you could say I go through a lot of smokes… a f*cking lot.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Meanwhile, my pack of lethally trained and skilled hunters and I are gunning for an evil SOB who not only signed his death warrant the second he tried to come after my pack sister and mate to our alpha, but also the f*cker poses a threat to our world as we know it. Yet, said ancient powerful bastard has gone off the grid and is all but impossible to track.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Oh, and did I mention that the past seems to be mixing with the present? I mean, the f*ck is this? The revenge year of the shitty exes? </span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">So, excuse me while I light up a smoke… or two. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Devour this addictive series at your own risk...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">+ Happily Ever After</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">+ Sexy Paranormal Jaguar Shifter Romance</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">+ Multiple POV</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">+ Mature Content</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">+ This series is meant to be read in order for the best reading experience</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">----------------------------------------------</span></div><div><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">RHYKER’S KEY is an adult paranormal jaguar shifter romance. If you like swoon-worthy males, heroines with feminine strength, an engaging plot, satisfying relationships, steamy love stories, happy ever afters, and getting sucked into a supernatural story, then you’ll want to immerse yourself in the world of species!</span></i></div><div><i><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></i></div><div><p align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia;">Book Trailer: <a href="https://youtu.be/Jp_cqmFCZFQ">https://youtu.be/Jp_cqmFCZFQ</a></span></b></p>
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<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "EB Garamond";">“Is everything
okay?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "EB Garamond";">“Yeah,” he said,
unsure where that question was coming from.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "EB Garamond";">“I can feel
otherwise but I won’t push.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "EB Garamond";">He cursed under his
breath. Of course she could feel his lethal mood and the emotional storm he had
been trying to keep at bay regarding the whole fucked-up Cecille situation. He
set all of that aside and focused fully on Keena. Lately, she was the only thing
that was helping to get his mind off the past.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "EB Garamond";">“It’s just our
case,” he added in a tone that was clear he wasn’t going to say anything else.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "EB Garamond";">She nodded.
“Understood. I’m here if you want to talk.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "EB Garamond";">“What if I don’t
want to <i>talk</i>?” he drawled, pressing
in close to her and sliding his hand to the nape of her neck.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "EB Garamond";">Her lips parted at
the close contact. Suddenly, all she could feel was the heated desire between
them. He leaned down and claimed her mouth in a slow, smoldering kiss that took
her breath away.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "EB Garamond";">“Rhyker.” Her voice
was a little breathy.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "EB Garamond";">“Yeah?” He
playfully nipped at her lower lip.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "EB Garamond";">Wrapping her arms
around his neck, she went in for the kiss and it was anything but slow. She
slid her tongue against his and, suddenly, she had her legs wrapped around him
with her back pressed up against the wall. He broke the kiss only to move his
mouth to her neck. Her hands drifted through his thick and silky black strands
as she moaned. The sensual sensations of his tongue on her neck and his body
against hers shot through her body and straight to the apex of her thighs.<i><o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "EB Garamond";">“Wait,” she managed
to get out with just barely more than an exhalation of air. She knew that if
she didn’t stop this soon then she wouldn’t have the strength to stop this from
going any further. She wanted it to go further—a lot further, but she also
wanted to take things slow.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "EB Garamond";">He immediately
halted and looked at her in a way that let her know she was in complete control
of how far this went.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "EB Garamond";">She could see the
fiery desire in his now glowing, piercing blue eyes. “I want us to take this
slow.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "EB Garamond";">His smirk was
sinful. “We can go as slow as you’d like, Fire Gem.” His tongue made the
slowest ascent from the curve of her neck all the way to her ear where it
flicked her soft little lobe.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "EB Garamond";">She shuddered.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "EB Garamond";">“Is that slow
enough for you?” he teased on a rough whisper.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "EB Garamond";">She somehow managed
to nod.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "EB Garamond";">He repeated the
motion. “I could lick you all day.” He smiled in satisfaction at the
involuntary sound caught in the back of her throat. He slowly kissed his way
back to her soft mouth and sucked on her bottom lip.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "EB Garamond";">Using the last of
his reserves, which were severely lacking when it came to this female, he
allowed just enough space between them so she could slide down the length of
his body until her feet were back on the ground. The friction and crackling
desire pulsing between them had them sucking in heavy breaths.</span></p></div></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "EB Garamond";"><o:p></o:p></span></p></div><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbY5GuIWHpIB-PHnrx8Yh4qkmGRkG69G4RLwv3BxwIBIzZ8fzibfXUphxAXvXCfh0MxYFhKfR7PDzjJjddPeI2s_roEVIbIOZgwiA6Hr9amdWCLdwXHVSlvVDK5roOxERPyJv6-GTIXXvD/s958/M.C.+Solaris.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="718" data-original-width="958" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbY5GuIWHpIB-PHnrx8Yh4qkmGRkG69G4RLwv3BxwIBIzZ8fzibfXUphxAXvXCfh0MxYFhKfR7PDzjJjddPeI2s_roEVIbIOZgwiA6Hr9amdWCLdwXHVSlvVDK5roOxERPyJv6-GTIXXvD/w200-h150/M.C.+Solaris.jpg" width="200" /></a></span></b></div><b><span style="font-family: georgia;">About
the Author:</span></b><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">M.C. Solaris’s life took an
unexpected turn during the super blood moon eclipse on January 20, 2019. She
woke up and began writing bios for her imaginary friends that she met that day.
As soon as the pen hit the paper (or fingertips to the iPhone), she couldn’t
stop. It was kind of like one of those fire hydrants, spewing copious amounts
of water all over the place. The characters and their stories just flowed out
of her. She is honored to be the scribe, getting to share her friends’ stories.
You can read all about her gifted friends in the Orion’s Order series (Book 1
is Calypso’s Heart).</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">On a personal note, M.C. Solaris
is actually the pseudonym of Marina Schroeder, women’s health enthusiast and
lover of all things paranormal romance (PNR) and happily ever after (HEA). When
she is not curled up on the sofa with her partner’s oversized hoodie, a PNR
novel, peppermint tea, and one of her three cats, you will find her either at
the ocean with her toes in the sand or in a forest hugging a tree. Well
truthfully? There is one more place you might find her: trolling the aisles of
Whole Foods for a satisfying combination of salty and sweet while hiding in her
partner’s hoodie… like any proper PNR-writing introvert.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Want to get the latest scoop,
sneak peeks, and short shares all about her imaginary friends? Go to
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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ6mhVe7mhnsWnoQPAasDu-zKMWMQ_86ONwSb9Md9aOOWCix3rtPWt41aYXPBXZJhY8_-01TDM0zn0h1FiAv8SU8tZh9xCoa342CrAD0lY_Gvo5tCvJHs17Rk5gpF9EsYnYBcQxyFv5CZV/w400-h225/Csodaszarvas.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div><div><b>Csodaszarvas</b></div><div><b>By Laura Bickle</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>The white stag</div><div>Hunted through years and centuries</div><div>Evades its pursuers, kings and huntsmen alike.</div><div>He has a more important mission.</div><div>He hunts too, you see</div><div>For the sun in winter.</div><div><br /></div><div>He follows the sun south, </div><div>Moving through forests blanketed by snow</div><div>Past trees stripped of leaves.</div><div>He searches out that cold orb in the sky,</div><div>Chasing it</div><div>Until it kisses the horizon on the solstice.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>There</i></div><div><i>Then</i></div><div>He captures it in his mighty antlers. </div><div>And carries that glowing source of light and life</div><div>Past the darkness and snows</div><div>Into the new year</div><div>Into the warmth and possibilities of the future.</div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></div></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><div><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzON1IyjP9QFsxmE3kMDrc8j_gI18UjqtdXQ-KiAN1XGiYQpge1H5kzewwhl8CDaRCEZwF8BUxi21gUXJUws971AiGVXHmbZsrN2EfEWV-DtiRQKGoX01PMcFsIFWaBLJCN6sANDiZN4Vq/s2048/Morrigan%2527s+Blood.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzON1IyjP9QFsxmE3kMDrc8j_gI18UjqtdXQ-KiAN1XGiYQpge1H5kzewwhl8CDaRCEZwF8BUxi21gUXJUws971AiGVXHmbZsrN2EfEWV-DtiRQKGoX01PMcFsIFWaBLJCN6sANDiZN4Vq/s320/Morrigan%2527s+Blood.jpg" /></a></div>Morrigan’s Blood<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span></b></div><div><b>Crow’s Curse </b></div><div><b>Book One</b></div><div><b>Laura Bickle</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Genre: Urban Fantasy, Dark Fantasy</div><div>Publisher: Syrenka Publishing LLC</div><div>Date of Publication: Sept. 25, 2020</div><div>ASIN: B08B9TJ4V9</div><div>Number of pages: 188</div><div>Word Count: 57000</div><div><br /></div><div>Cover Artist: Danielle Fine</div><div><br /></div><div>Tagline: Garnet has the blood of the legendary Morrigan – and legions of vampires and witches will go to war to possess that power.</div><div><br /></div><div>Book Description: </div><div><br /></div><div>Garnet has the blood of the legendary Morrigan – and legions of vampires and witches will go to war to possess that power.</div><div><br /></div><div>As a trauma surgeon, Garnet Conners has seen more than her fair share of blood. But when one of her patients walks off the operating table and disappears into the night, she finds herself caught in a war between legions of vampires and witches in her city.</div><div><br /></div><div>Garnet has dreamed of bloody battlefields for years – and a mysterious lover who controls a kingdom. In her waking life, Garnet is shocked to meet that man in a club. Merrel knows her from another life, a life in which she was the legendary Morrigan, goddess of death and war.</div><div><br /></div><div>Garnet rejects the notion of magical incarnations altogether. But she falls in with Sorin, a handsome warlock who’s determined to protect the former bootlegger city of Riverpointe from a secret society of vampires. Haunted by crows and faced with undeniable proof of magic, Garnet scrambles to protect her career and loved ones from magical violence.</div><div><br /></div><div>Abducted by vampires who seek to turn her into a vampire against her will, can Garnet seize the power of the legendary Morrigan to forge her own path in her embattled city? Or will she be forced to serve as a fearsome weapon in a deadly nocturnal war?</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://amzn.to/3fcE2o2" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Amazon</a></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2uNqfZVJG2yaIc_yeJaILkAGmf2CAxF8-hPA3ZF1aMYIVisuWLpcWrVmApa6c2_8KKFvM2UvvlZc_opKCnvwYzuPkQRplh6fVIgMcOncCo111sD9-DEcGIx6U04CegHEApicdwsTm6527/s2480/Holiday+banner+%25281%2529.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="520" data-original-width="2480" height="84" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2uNqfZVJG2yaIc_yeJaILkAGmf2CAxF8-hPA3ZF1aMYIVisuWLpcWrVmApa6c2_8KKFvM2UvvlZc_opKCnvwYzuPkQRplh6fVIgMcOncCo111sD9-DEcGIx6U04CegHEApicdwsTm6527/w400-h84/Holiday+banner+%25281%2529.png" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"></span></b></p><blockquote><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Excerpt
Book One:</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“What have you
got for me tonight, folks?” I asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> I
backed through the doors of the operating theater, butt-first, gloved hands
lifted before me to keep them clean. I took small steps, mindful not to lose
traction. Those thin booties were slick, and I’d fallen on my ass on more than
one occasion when I made sudden moves. Tonight, I was determined to get through
surgery in an upright position and not have to scrub in twice.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> One
of the nurses read from notes on a computer terminal. “This guy was found in
the parking lot of a closed bowling alley. Speculation is that he took a trip
or two through the pin setting machine and got badly torn up.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> “Well,
that’s a first.” I turned toward the operating room table. The light was so
bright that hardly any shadows were cast in the room. They focused on the
unholy mess on the middle of my table.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> This.
I’m supposed to fix this. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> A
man lay, unconscious, on the table. His chest was torn open, flaps of skin
oozing onto wads of gauze and a paper sheet. His face was a mass of blood, now
being daubed at with sponges. The anesthesiologist had found his mouth to
thread a tube down, and someone had managed to get an IV started in one of his
scraped-up arms. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> My
nose wrinkled under my mask. “What do the X-rays show? How deep does the damage
go? Did he get a CT?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> A
nurse clicked on a flatscreen monitor that displayed a carousel of CT images.
I squinted at them, muttering dark
oaths. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> “Radiologist
says it looks like a lacerated pancreas, punctured lung, and two rib
fractures,” the nurse said. The image switched to the head, and he said: “Also
the bonus of a fractured orbital bone.” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> I
stared at the CTs. “Let’s start with that lung. We leave the pancreas, and call
plastic surgery on that orbital bone. This guy’s going to need all the king’s
horses and all the king’s men to put him back together again.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> “Will
do.” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> I
gazed down at the poor suffering bastard. I liked seeing the imaging, but I
preferred to get a good visual with my own eyes on my patients. Sometimes
X-rays and CTs didn’t tell me everything I needed to know about what to start
sewing where. Something about seeing where the blood moved and pooled in an
injured person gave me an idea of where to begin. The blood always led me to
where I needed to direct my attention. Where it spurted required my immediate
expertise. Where it clotted or moved lazily, I could wait a bit. When blood
drained out of a limb and had left it white, I needed to add more. I noted with
approval that he was already receiving a transfusion. As long as blood was
moving, there was a chance for him<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> I
frowned at his chest and touched the edges of the rends in his flesh with
gloved fingers. Those were ragged and would have to be cut clean before I sewed
him back up. I could see the edge of one of those protruding ribs, sticking up
like a finger. I glanced over his limbs, counting the usual four. Hey, it pays
to count. Count twice, cut once. I mentally cataloged bruises and scrapes,
nothing that needed my immediate attention, though I flagged the palms of his
hands to get a few stitches from the surgical resident. Looked like defensive
wounds, like the guy had tried to fight the pin machine, but lost. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> My
eyes moved up to his face. One blackened eye was swollen shut. My fingers and
gaze wandered over his scalp, checking for major wounds, when I spied a
laceration at his throat.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> I
gently probed it with gloved hands. Some kind of puncture…the machine must have
caught him near a seeping vein. It had nearly dried up, smelling rusty and not
like the bright, coppery blood of his more critical wounds. It could still take
a few extra stitches.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> I
stared down at the unfortunate guy’s oozing chest. Peeling back a flap of skin,
I felt around for the collapsed lung. My finger quickly squished around and
found the hole, and I extended my free hand for a scalpel. Time to get this
party started…<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> …when
the patient sat bolt upright on the table. His good eye was open, rolling. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> I
yanked my hands back and yelped at the anesthesiologist, “Curt, what the actual
hell?” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> The
OR erupted in a flurry of activity. The anesthesiologist arrived at the
patient’s side with a syringe, while nurses tried to push the patient back
down. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> But
he was flailing, windmilling with his arms like a pro wrestler in the ring. The
IV ripped out of his arm, and the line slashed back at the anesthesiologist,
whipping across his face. The patient reached up and ripped the tube out of his
throat. His foot caught an instrument tray, sending scalpels flying. His blood
line yanked away, spewing crimson all over the floor.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> I
held my hands out, using my most calming voice. Not that I had a particularly
calming voice; I was a surgeon. We don’t talk to patients. But I tried: “You’re
safe. I’m your doctor, Dr. Conners. If you just lie back, we’ll make you
comfortable and—”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> The
guy shrieked and launched himself off the table. The paper sheet tangled around
his legs, and he grasped it around his waist as he put his shoulder down and
aimed for the door. His shoulder hit me in the arm, and I slipped on my
booties, landing on my ass on the tile floor. The patient launched through the
swinging doors and disappeared down the hall.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> I
swore and ripped my booties off my sneakered feet. I clambered to my feet and
punched the intercom at the door with my elbow. “Security, code orange at OR
6.” I couldn’t say: I’ve got a runner taking off down the hall. Please send
somebody to stop him, because anyone listening to that would freak the hell
out, and I would get a talking-to from HR.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> I
straight-armed the door and took off after the guy. I had no idea how the hell
this man was still walking around. Those injuries should have flattened him,
and he’d been anesthetized. I had graduated med school with Curt a few years
ago, and knew him not to be a careless anesthesiologist who played on his phone
in the OR. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> The
patient skidded down the hallway, landing at a dead end, where a window
overlooked the parking lot. The sun had just set, and the sky was the violet
color of a fresh bruise. I approached him slowly, like I was herding a feral
cat. I tugged my mask down to try and give him a human face to look at.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> “Hey,
it’s okay. It’s gonna be okay,” I murmured soothingly. I wanted to keep him here
until security arrived. If he got even further loose and hurt himself, that
would be one obnoxiously long incident report. And an even more involved
surgery after that.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> “No,
no,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s not gonna be okay. The bloodsuckers found
me…and the Lusine couldn’t protect me.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> “I
don’t know who that is,” I said, thinking that the guy had probably run afoul
of some loan sharks. Maybe the mob? “But you’re safe here. We can protect you.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> “No,”
he gasped, his face twisted in agony. “No one can protect me. And no one can
protect Emily.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> He
turned toward the window, backed up a few steps.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> “No,
wait…” I could see what he was trying to do, and I was helpless to stop it.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> He
rushed the window, aiming for it with his shoulder. All the latches on the
hospital windows on patient floors were welded shut, but this wasn’t an area
where conscious patients had access, and the window was not secured against
suicide attempts. The glass buckled under his shoulder, the window crumpled
away, and he pitched through in a hail of glass into the falling darkness.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> I
rushed to the window and stared down at the parking lot in horror. Three
stories down, the patient sprawled on the parking lot blacktop, flattened like
a bug under a shoe.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> Curt
had come up behind me. “Oh, my god, Garnet…did he…”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> “He
jumped,” I said, my heart in my mouth. I turned and ran to the stairwell,
barking at him. “Get a gurney and the ER team.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> I
burst into the stairwell, taking the steps two at a time. As I rounded the
third curve, my path was blocked by a tall, dark-haired man in a brown velvet
blazer and jeans. He was the type of guy that I might have liked to meet in my
off-time—he had a kind of scholarly intensity in his hazel gaze and a bit of
roguishness in the stubble that covered his sharp jaw. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> “Stand
aside,” I blurted. “Emergency!” As if my bloody gloves and surgical gown
weren’t warning enough.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> But
he blocked my path, one hand on either stair rail, his long arms spanning the
length of the stairwell. “That man is dangerous,” he growled softly. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> “That
man is under my care,” I announced, lifting my chin. I walked into the man,
figuring that he would give way to my outstretched bloody gloves. Like a normal
person would.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">. But
he didn’t. My sticky gloves nearly mashed into the velvet of his jacket, and he
didn’t flinch. This close, he smelled like old books and moss. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> “You
can’t go down there,” he said. His voice was soft, but insistent. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> My
eyes narrowed. “You don’t get to tell me where to go,” I chirped petulantly. I
ducked under his arm, darting out of his reach, and barreled down the steps the
remaining way to ground level.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> I
rushed out into the parking lot and stopped short. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> “What
the actual hell—”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> The
patient peeled himself off the ground and crawled to his feet. He reminded me
of a half-dead insect when he did so, shaking and rickety and dripping blood. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> That’s
impossible, I thought. There was no way that a human being could do that. I
took two steps toward him…<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> …and
a dozen people flitted out of the darkness, from the shadows beneath cars and
behind shrubs. The overhead parking lot lights, haloed by moths, illuminated
their long shadows on the pavement. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> I
breathed a sigh of relief. The squad was here and would get him stable, get him
back to my OR. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> But…my
brow wrinkled. That wasn’t the squad. Nobody was in uniform. They converged on
him as he turned, screaming. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> “Stop!”
I shouted. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> Heads
turned toward me. Their faces were moon-pale and glistening in the lamplight. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> The
man in the velvet jacket grabbed my arm, dragging me back. “You want no part of
this.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> “Don’t
tell me what I want,” I growled. I stomped on his instep and twisted my arm to
break his grip at the weakest part, the thumb. I whirled and ran toward the
fracas.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> The
shadowy people had plucked my patient off the pavement, clotting around him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> I
yelled at them, the way I might yell at pigeons in the park who were eating my
dropped French fries. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> Overhead,
the parking lot lights shattered, one by one, in a series of pops. Someone had
a gun. I flinched back, shielding my face from flying shards of plastic with my
hands, as I was suddenly plunged into darkness. I heard fighting, yelling, as
if a gang war had broken out in front of me, roiling in the dark where no one
could see. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> Or
at least, as dark as things could get in Riverpointe. Riverpointe was a
decently sized city, and ambient light filtered back quickly from the freeway,
headlights on the access road to the hospital, and the hospital’s helipad
above.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> As
my vision adjusted, I realized I was alone. The people who were trying to
abduct my patient, my patient…even that fascinating-smelling velvet guy…all
were gone. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> Ambulance
lights flashed at the end of the parking lot, approaching me. Behind me, I
heard the hammering of footsteps on the stairwell. Security spilled out behind
me, along with a few cops who’d been hanging out in the nurse’s lounge. The
EMTs pulled up to the curb, and there were all of a sudden a couple dozen
people churning in a uniformed cloud around me.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> “Where’d
the guy go?” a security guard asked me. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> A
moth that had once orbited the parking lot lights flitted down and smacked my
face. I batted at it, grimacing. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> “I
don’t know,” I whispered, stunned. “He was just…taken.” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> The
moth landed on the ground on its back, wiggling.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> With
bloody fingers, I picked it up and placed it gently in a nearby shrub. Lights,
voices, and radios crackled around me. Questions rose and fell, directed at me
in a tide of inquiries I couldn’t answer. But I stared at the bloody moth,
stained by my touch, as it sought a safe place among the churning shadows and
light.</span></p></blockquote><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB29oVwF1Vo-FMiLDC_H6A3gmpn2WHmH41VijW5fkPE9G_jRvy9qF-y9PQ_IUrKLR-omo5c-TcEZISxpLxDLn6H3WJD0dZr8H8wZ4JqPCxOwXFngZINKo_RF8pNK3-NroAFBRCXUGvLsL3/s2048/Morrigan%2527s+Bite.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB29oVwF1Vo-FMiLDC_H6A3gmpn2WHmH41VijW5fkPE9G_jRvy9qF-y9PQ_IUrKLR-omo5c-TcEZISxpLxDLn6H3WJD0dZr8H8wZ4JqPCxOwXFngZINKo_RF8pNK3-NroAFBRCXUGvLsL3/s320/Morrigan%2527s+Bite.jpg" /></a></div>Morrigan's Bite </b></div></b></div><div><b>Crow's Curse </b></div><div><b>Book 2</b></div><div><b>Laura Bickle </b></div><div><br /></div><div>Genre: Urban Fantasy, Dark Fantasy</div><div>Publication Date: October 23, 2020</div><div>Publisher: Syrenka Publishing </div><div>ASIN: B08B9GVMZM</div><div><br /></div><div>Book Description:</div><div><br /></div><div>Becoming a vampire was the worst thing to ever happen to Garnet Conners. But does she have to become a monster, too?</div><div><br /></div><div>Garnet had a beautiful life…and it was stolen from her when she was turned into a vampire against her will. Once a successful trauma surgeon with good friends, she now finds herself hiding out in the basement of a coven house governed by hostile witches. Struggling with her vampiric urges, she despairs of ever returning to her former life.</div><div><br /></div><div>Garnet’s discovered that she’s an incarnation of the legendary Morrigan. She dreams in blood, of the Morrigan’s other bloodthirsty incarnations over the centuries. Garnet’s dreams reveal her previous existence as Erzebet Bathory, and Garnet fears becoming that monster once again.</div><div><br /></div><div>With the help of the witches, she attempts to learn to use her magical powers to control her vampiric nature…an experiment that ends in disaster. When her sister and friend go missing, Garnet knows she’s being hunted by vampires who will stop at nothing to bring her back into their fold.</div><div><br /></div><div>Merrel, the vampire who turned her, offers her a bargain. He will return the abducted women, but Garnet must agree to spend three nights with him, training as a vampire. Garnet reluctantly accepts, but she fears giving in to her vampire nature and becoming the killer of the previous lifetime she’s reliving in her dreams.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://amzn.to/3kCBKlT">Amazon</a></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div><div><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKHgqKEikqXm9AOTkpUHx79CyyL1RS1uoKjGIry0-_gZDmlBNefrUGrlXSWegJP42Vxo7Xv2828EyW5uhfYrTtPlIIVwLk-OTIC2-watteqmR4bhBX4OwgrPRb0eT25vsMcVajuAVipo3J/s2048/Morrigan%2527s+Bond.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKHgqKEikqXm9AOTkpUHx79CyyL1RS1uoKjGIry0-_gZDmlBNefrUGrlXSWegJP42Vxo7Xv2828EyW5uhfYrTtPlIIVwLk-OTIC2-watteqmR4bhBX4OwgrPRb0eT25vsMcVajuAVipo3J/s320/Morrigan%2527s+Bond.jpg" /></a></div>Morrigan's Bond </b></div><div><b>Crow's Curse </b></div><div><b>Book 3</b></div><div><b>Laura Bickle </b></div><div><br /></div><div>Genre: Urban Fantasy, Dark Fantasy</div><div>Publication Date: November 19, 2020</div><div>Publisher: Syrenka Publishing LLC </div><div>ASIN: B08B9KRLKZ</div><div><br /></div><div>Book Description:</div><div><br /></div><div>To end the war between vampires and witches, Garnet must battle the queen of the vampires, a woman who the Morrigan narrowly escaped in the skies of World War II.</div><div><br /></div><div>Garnet Conners, incarnation of the legendary Morrigan, has pieced her life back together. After being turned into a vampire against her will, she’s quit her career as a surgeon and taken a job on the night shift at the city morgue. To her dismay, victims of vampires are piling up at the morgue…including the body of the vampire who turned her, Merrel.</div><div><br /></div><div>Merrel’s faked his own death to set into motion a plot to wrest control of Riverpointe’s vampires from their queen, Varya. If Garnet helps him, he promises to move the vampires away from Riverpointe entirely, leaving Garnet and her lover, the warlock Sorin, in peace.</div><div><br /></div><div>But Garnet’s haunted by dreams of her prior incarnations as Alix, one of the pilots of the fabled Night Witches in World War II. Alix fought Varya during the war… and was nearly destroyed by her. Varya held a magical artifact hostage, the magical sword Durendal, which she still uses to control the Asra hive of vampires.</div><div><br /></div><div>When the vampires burn down the witches’ coven house, Garnet and her allies must locate the vampires’ stronghold. She, Merrel, and the surviving witches must rip Durendal away from Varya…or the city and all its supernatural inhabitants will be devoured in flames.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://amzn.to/37zYzCJ" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Amazon</a></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></div><div><div><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp5ZuKQ0_-OQA_c1Mza_uT8jQS3co-vno6GQ7E-JnLHFgScdVf_PHWpeXzYpnyJpgMuJJGKC5nFZH11TkrWlj62l92TiOwsncgBkZ-w44v6uLUh0EFNVnypwIruLCD6TaPj3EQp9Th-KoB/s1197/Bickle+Author+Photo.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1197" data-original-width="897" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp5ZuKQ0_-OQA_c1Mza_uT8jQS3co-vno6GQ7E-JnLHFgScdVf_PHWpeXzYpnyJpgMuJJGKC5nFZH11TkrWlj62l92TiOwsncgBkZ-w44v6uLUh0EFNVnypwIruLCD6TaPj3EQp9Th-KoB/w150-h200/Bickle+Author+Photo.jpg" width="150" /></a></div>About the Author:</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Laura Bickle grew up in rural Ohio, reading entirely too many comic books out loud to her favorite Wonder Woman doll. 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<p align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia;">Maple Roasted Carrots with Cardamom and
Goat Cheese</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">The perfect dish for Yule or
Christmas celebrations—a delightful recipe for my root veggie dish!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia;">What
You’ll Need:</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">• 1/2
Cup of Maple Syrup<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">• 1/2
Cup of Goat Cheese<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">• A
Bundle of Organic Carrots—6-12<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">• 1
Tablespoon of Cardamom<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">• Teaspoon
Black Pepper<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">• Teaspoon
Cinnamon<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">• 1
Tablespoon Coconut Oil<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">• Fresh
Thyme, Sage and Rosemary</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia;">What
You’ll Do:</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">• Pre-heat
oven to 325<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">• Wash
Carrots in lukewarm water<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">• Place
Carrots in a medium-deep backing tin<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">• Pour
in maple syrup and coconut oil and evenly coat carrots<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">• Sprinkle
all spices and mix thoroughly<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">• Stuff
herbs between and under carrots<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">• Bake
for 25-30 minutes<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">• Once
out of the oven, move carrots to a clean plate, drizzle with sauce from baking
tin and add thumb-sized dollops of goat cheese on top of carrots<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">• Add
salt and petted to taste</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Honeycomb
littered the counter.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Jesse sprinkled
golden shards into the scrub and closed his eyes, imagining prosperity and hope
and truth, the ingredients needed to solidify the spell, cocooning around each
piece of salt. The spell shifted. Strengthened. Like a lock, the honeycomb
sealed everything in place.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Will that
work?” Cole asked. He crouched next to the reassembled shelf, scratching idly
behind Waffles’ ear.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">A smile pulled
his mouth upright. “Yeah, it’ll work.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“What happens
now?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“We package everything,
tie a pretty bow around the jars, and put them out. Here, I’ll show you how to
shelve product. Use the wooden spoons and scoop the salt into the jar. Fill it
to…right about”—Jesse tapped the jar an inch below the top—“there.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Cole followed
directions easily. Every movement was slow, deliberate and precise, mirroring
Jesse as best he could. Once they’d finished, Jesse showed him how to tie a bow
around the lid with thin-cut burlap.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“I’m not great
at this,” Cole said through a grimace, fiddling with a sad, droopy bow.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Don’t think too
much.” Jesse batted his hands away and undid the bow, retying it with practiced
ease. “If you try to make it perfect it’ll look forced and…” He smoothed out
the burlap, tipping his head back and forth as he searched for the right words.
“Disingenuous. I mean, that’s pretty solid advice around here. Magic is messy
and weird, but it’s honest. It never tries to be something it isn’t. Same with
candle making and bath bombs and everything else. Don’t dwell on making your gift
wrap look exactly like mine, just do your best to make it pretty.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“I don’t exactly
know how to make things pretty, Jesse.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Jesse tied a
bow, a little crooked, but good enough. He untied it again and handed the
burlap to Cole. “Try again.” Cole held the ribbon so tight his hands quivered.
Jesse could almost feel it—bones apprehended, too tense and strained to do any
good. “Okay, hold on. You’re, like, ridiculously tense.” He heaved a sigh. “Can
I try something?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Cole’s flighty
gaze swept to Jesse’s face. “Something?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Jesse pushed the
packaged jars aside and placed the stone bowl on the counter between them. He
glanced over one shoulder. Then the other. There. He snatched the water bottle.
“Can I see your hands?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Cole didn’t move
at first. His jaw flexed. Caution flared behind his eyes. Jesse waited, nodding
from his open palm, dangling over the bowl, to Cole’s, twitching on the
counter. His hesitation remained, even as he unbuttoned his cuffs and let Jesse
take his hand.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Carefully, Jesse
smoothed the leftover salt scrub over Cole’s knuckles, pulled one hand closer
and pressed his thumbs to the center of Cole’s palm. Like this, guarded and
entirely human, Cole gentled. His shoulders relaxed. Tension drained from his
fingertips. Jesse focused on his hands, each one, pushing and kneading while
Cole stood entirely too still, attention fixed on him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The apothecary
went quiet. Sometimes pressing trust through skin held more power than smiles
or stories. As he worked the salt into Cole’s calloused hands, Jesse realized
he probably hadn’t been touched this tenderly in a long, long time.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Do these mean
anything?” Jesse traced the edge of the koi fish tattoo on his left hand. Laced
their fingers. Squeezed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Cole’s throat
bobbed when he swallowed. “Apparently they bring good fortune. Figured I could
use some of that.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“And this one?”
He took Cole’s other hand, touched the wolf on his forearm, then went back to
massaging the base of his fingers.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“I’ve been a
lone wolf since I was young.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Wolves usually
run in packs, right?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Usually,” Cole
said, voice hushed and low.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Jesse wanted to
read his palm. He wanted to map Cole’s past and future, find where his heart
line met his destiny, just to test the universe. Is this a coincidence, he
wanted to ask. Is there even such thing? He poured water over Cole’s hands and
washed the scrub away.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Better?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Cole wrung his
hands. “Yeah, much better.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Try again.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">This time,
Cole’s hands moved fluidly, pulling a pretty bow into place. He smiled at the
jar. Pride looked good on him. “Did you cast a spell on me?” he asked,
grinning.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Jesse’s stomach
fluttered. Don’t blush. He aimed his laughter at the ceiling and shook his
head. Don’t you dare. “Not yet.” He reached for the keys in the drawer below
the cash wrap and twirled them around his finger. “See you tomorrow?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Cole’s brows
twitched and his lips parted, but he cleared his throat and nodded. “Yeah, I’ll
see you in the morning.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Jesse wanted to
ask him what he’d planned to say—what he wanted to say. “Goodnight, Cole.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Cole knelt to
pet Waffles before he shrugged on his jacket. He tossed a smile over his
shoulder, footsteps crunching through snow on the sidewalk.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Jesse let out a
deep breath. He glanced at Waffles, who sat on her haunches, staring back at
him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Don’t look at
me like that,” he whispered, and rolled leftover salt between his fingers.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p></blockquote><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></p>
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They write Queer Paranormal Romance and Erotica about witches, necromancers, and other magical creatures, and moonlight as a tarot and palm reader in the Pacific Northwest.<o:p></o:p><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><br /></div>Find them on Instagram @brooklynrayauthor</span></div><div><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><o:p></o:p><a href="https://www.instagram.com/brooklynrayauthor/">https://www.instagram.com/brooklynrayauthor/</a><o:p></o:p><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16971356.Brooklyn_Ray"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16971356.Brooklyn_Ray</span></a><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"></span><br /><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU18nN8G1Q_O6tyEcbR68xJgz19tQ2p4NMVqhfQ2SXwxEzCWWc1UbYoayWBj1OxbJgjTmWUIMrU5ZPOxpFvjh-hbQ33xAHq24Tq4kFxdO6PRQm7CumWfiYfr7gFPaOvgYfZUzZYjt4fuyq/s1080/Insta+Brooklyn+Ray.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU18nN8G1Q_O6tyEcbR68xJgz19tQ2p4NMVqhfQ2SXwxEzCWWc1UbYoayWBj1OxbJgjTmWUIMrU5ZPOxpFvjh-hbQ33xAHq24Tq4kFxdO6PRQm7CumWfiYfr7gFPaOvgYfZUzZYjt4fuyq/s320/Insta+Brooklyn+Ray.png" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXpM3Ohxmiq-scTKLtW30xWFwr6dwWHBGXf1qbnjphPzZFwg92tJ6VwFYMgYD0iDOxfTgIMqNjgGBCYSh6jWfDtIYUhw3rqJUZPk3PLCx_PXQtwRG1VEPLiiL8udzadqAMBsT7UE38TMva/s2048/Giveaway+Graphic.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXpM3Ohxmiq-scTKLtW30xWFwr6dwWHBGXf1qbnjphPzZFwg92tJ6VwFYMgYD0iDOxfTgIMqNjgGBCYSh6jWfDtIYUhw3rqJUZPk3PLCx_PXQtwRG1VEPLiiL8udzadqAMBsT7UE38TMva/w300-h400/Giveaway+Graphic.png" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><br /></div></span></div><a class="rcptr" data-raflid="ba112ffc2009" data-template="" data-theme="classic" href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/ba112ffc2009/" id="rcwidget_4gft0aqf" rel="nofollow">a Rafflecopter giveaway</a> <script src="https://widget-prime.rafflecopter.com/launch.js"></script>Kay Phoenixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009860925909022188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954799014490581967.post-39424423316826947202020-12-02T01:00:00.003-08:002020-12-02T01:00:06.412-08:00Author Melanie Snow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigzVnj8__5Wi6FkIC9KgwVwu4n3u6hLlriOLZRIW94NBg4Dk3EPkkIa5PfWuCBeByhLAQ_xTls8PWcqTWQyKsa9sXb1VOjRcbgIsW9NgvfdpMsJBAz43k8XqkTfCgaExUGTk4WWf3wVNY6/s820/Copy+of+Copy+of++Deck+the+Halls+with+Books+Template.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="312" data-original-width="820" height="153" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigzVnj8__5Wi6FkIC9KgwVwu4n3u6hLlriOLZRIW94NBg4Dk3EPkkIa5PfWuCBeByhLAQ_xTls8PWcqTWQyKsa9sXb1VOjRcbgIsW9NgvfdpMsJBAz43k8XqkTfCgaExUGTk4WWf3wVNY6/w400-h153/Copy+of+Copy+of++Deck+the+Halls+with+Books+Template.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8fsG6o77INspGj-BAxg_xXKN62fCopcCG9B0Eo0PEjuA0P-y4B1W2BO-lvcqDvuYcSwPnLHaMCoxbX4GtxXDYU5Wr6FZFQ_gzrf7YYTQoe8oHHmAwpgjShOVhlKegYpb-5AuN6ox-Koz0/s2480/Holiday+Recipe.png" style="font-family: georgia; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="520" data-original-width="2480" height="84" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8fsG6o77INspGj-BAxg_xXKN62fCopcCG9B0Eo0PEjuA0P-y4B1W2BO-lvcqDvuYcSwPnLHaMCoxbX4GtxXDYU5Wr6FZFQ_gzrf7YYTQoe8oHHmAwpgjShOVhlKegYpb-5AuN6ox-Koz0/w400-h84/Holiday+Recipe.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia;">The Spellwood Witches Winter Solstice
Brew Recipe</span></b><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">The Spellwood Witches take their
holidays seriously. One of their favorite recipes is their special blend of
herbs, spices, and a special ingredient to celebrate the Winter Solstice on top
of Mount Katribus.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Not only will this amazing drink
taste delightful, but it will also soothe your soul. The witches recommend you
also share this with friends and family. It has brandy in it, so make sure you
let your coven members know who don’t drink alcohol.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">This also works as a wonderful
solstice gift. After the infusion is complete, you can put the amber liquid
into jars and decorate as you wish.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">But like the witches, make sure
you give yourself enough time to make this brew because you will need five to
six weeks for the magic to happen.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Now fire up your cauldrons’ and
let’s get brewing.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia;">Ingredients</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">4 cups of a high-quality brandy
(don’t use the cheap stuff as the taste will not be as magical)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">1 cinnamon stick about 8-10
inches long<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">1 vanilla bean or 2 TBS of pure
vanilla extract (don’t use imitation vanilla extract as it will the taste won’t
be as wonderful)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">2 TBS of cacao chips (organic and
raw are best and add more if you want to have more chocolate taste)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">2 star anise pods (anise pods
look like a flower so use the entire pod)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">4 organic oranges (wash well and
dry then chop them up into 4-6 pieces each)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">20 black pepper corns <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">1 TBS of Pure Maple Syrup (always
use pure instead of imitation)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia;">Instructions</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">1. Gather all your ingredients in a clean, odor free wide-mouth
jar. If you have a cauldron with an air-proof lid that would be fun as well.
Label your jar, cap tightly. Then find a cool, dark place for two weeks. The
witch’s like to place crystals around their jars to give it an extra boost.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">2. While your infusion is brewing shake every day for two weeks.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">3. After two weeks strain the material through a fine-mesh
strainer or coffee filter. Return the brew to its jar, recap tightly, put it
back in a cool, dark place, and let it mellow for three more weeks.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">4. After the three weeks you can put the liquid in gift jars to
give away to friends and family, drink immediately, or refrigerate or store in
a cool dark pantry.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">There you have it. As you
celebrate the Winter Solstice make sure you have some of this special brew
straight from the cauldron of The Spellwood Witches.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><br /></p></div><div><div><span style="font-family: georgia, times new roman, serif;"><div><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVg8JljVYc8Euq67o1k9dkVDZDfJY_SJo4cG1ey3yXQHy3HKSmE003Zb8EJJpTQiQBlPLbak2oaSbVKYR_LzECPgWeosMRZoglGJ_UhV9rkphj__6zwtg5iQBVQMo6aV87eEpsJMGqtmhyphenhyphen/s2048/TailofaFeather.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVg8JljVYc8Euq67o1k9dkVDZDfJY_SJo4cG1ey3yXQHy3HKSmE003Zb8EJJpTQiQBlPLbak2oaSbVKYR_LzECPgWeosMRZoglGJ_UhV9rkphj__6zwtg5iQBVQMo6aV87eEpsJMGqtmhyphenhyphen/s320/TailofaFeather.jpg" /></a></div>Tail of a Feather</b></div><div><b>The Spellwood Witches </b></div><div><b>Book Three</b></div><div><b>Melanie Snow</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Genre: Paranormal Cozy Mystery</div><div>Publisher: Spirit Paw Press, LLC</div><div>Date of Publication: 10-6-20</div><div>ISBN: 978-1-7324375-8-6</div><div>ASIN: B08K4S9D9T</div><div>Number of pages: 225</div><div>Word Count: 44644</div><div>Cover Artist: Molly Burton</div><div><br /></div><div>Tagline: A witchy sleuthhound. An enemy from the past. A threat to everything she loves…</div><div><br /></div><div>Can Sarah stop the mayhem of Witchland before it is too late?</div><div><br /></div><div>Book Description: </div><div><br /></div><div>A mysterious portal. Eight crows with a message. A missing police chief.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sarah Spellwood feels she maybe too late to save her beau, the handsome police chief Eli Strongheart, from disappearing from Witchland forever. But with the wisdom of eight crows, she and her collie sidekick, Addie, focus on their mysterious task ahead. Yet time is running out and the tension rises when they discover there is more to the mysterious portal than they expected. </div><div><br /></div><div>As the clues fly, Sarah is shocked to learn that Madras Spellwood is trying to get back into Witchland to take over its beauty and magic. But Sarah and Addie are vowed defenders of the forest, and they will not let Madras succeed, or Eli get away. </div><div><br /></div><div>Can Sarah save Eli and beat Madras at the same time?</div><div><br /></div><div>Tail of a Feather is book three in the magical Spellwood Witches cozy mystery series. If you like paranormal puzzles, charming canine companions, and a bit of flirty romance, then you will love Melanie Snow’s crafty quest.</div><div><br /></div><div>Buy Tail of a Feather and take flight into the magical world of Witchland today!</div><div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://amazon.com/dp/B08K4S9D9T" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Amazon</a></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqWVeXfdQx5E_wt7vC32eGVdoDZq-3U23Mrqckc-sjovs31VKxdNJGKp0bpMH-HacAj5h24-ldHU0e27xFX8h66islFFT3lNI9JXBQEm7yVjeboijwT-VjLEq8MAiyeSZl_wIpRg8lcWi/s2480/Holiday+banner+%25281%2529.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="520" data-original-width="2480" height="84" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqWVeXfdQx5E_wt7vC32eGVdoDZq-3U23Mrqckc-sjovs31VKxdNJGKp0bpMH-HacAj5h24-ldHU0e27xFX8h66islFFT3lNI9JXBQEm7yVjeboijwT-VjLEq8MAiyeSZl_wIpRg8lcWi/w400-h84/Holiday+banner+%25281%2529.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><b><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;"></span></b></p><blockquote><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><b><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">Chapter 1</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;"> Sarah
snuggled into her jacket and relished the slight sting of the cold on the tip
of her nose. Autumn was washing Witchland in rich oranges, browns, and yellows,
and little frost crystals coated the ground in the morning. The scent of
pumpkin pie and pumpkin spice espresso treats wafted continuously out of
Javacadabra, where Susie and Karen worked tirelessly to delight the taste buds
of the town with the help of their familiar, a talking white cat named Zeva. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;"> Holding
her tea latte between her palms to warm them, Sarah kept pace with Eli as they
began the trek up the Mount Katribus trail. Sarah’s canine familiar, Addie,
padded along at her side. “I wonder why I love autumn so much.” Sarah sighed
contentedly.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;"> “Because
you’re a witch,” Eli teased, his gorgeous blue eyes twinkling as he smiled at
her. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;"> He
wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and she snuggled in close. Addie looked
up at them, love in her soft brown eyes. “<i>I must say your warmth for each
other is keeping me warm,” </i>Addie joked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;"> Though Eli
couldn’t hear her, he was starting to get to know the loyal collie mix well,
and he asked her, “Where is your boyfriend, Kelvin, huh, girl?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">Addie barked happily when she heard the name Kelvin.
“<i>He’s in the woods, hunting rabbits,” </i>she answered, which Sarah repeated
to Eli so he could hear. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“Girls always love the bad boys. Or, in your
case, the bad wolves,” Eli said. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“So Jenna did the rounds this morning? There’s no
sign of Madras?” Sarah asked as the trail they were walking on began to incline
up the mountainside. Eli Strongheart was the police chief of Witchland, and
Jenna Mora was his deputy. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“Not a sign,” Eli replied. “Tonight is my turn .
. . I imagine these woods make you a bit nervous now, don’t they?” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">Sarah shrugged. “Not at all, actually. I love the
woods so much that I won’t let my wicked great-great-great-whatever-aunt ruin
them for me. Besides, I feel so much more confident knowing that I defeated
her. That she’s banished for good.” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">Eli smiled. “We always try our best to keep these
woods safe. Even the greatest demon witch of all time can’t defeat our team.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“So . . . I was thinking. I invited my parents to
my house for a little dinner in two days. Would you like to join us?” Sarah
went on. She had felt slightly apprehensive about inviting Eli, since they were
a new couple. The last thing she wanted to do was scare him off. But she knew
in her heart that Eli was in it for the long haul, and that made it easier to
come out and say things, even things that made her nervous. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“Of course,” Eli said, looking slightly taken
aback. “Any weird quirks I should prepare for?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“Um, definitely don’t talk politics with my dad.”
Sarah laughed. “It could get pretty heated. Also, let’s keep the magic talk to
a minimum.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“I thought you told them that you’re practicing
witchcraft?” Eli said.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“I did. But it’s a touchy subject. You know that
my father tried so hard to put distance between himself and the Spellwood
legacy.” Sarah shrugged. “They’re accepting, but I just don’t want to make them
super uncomfortable.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“I think you should just be yourself,” Eli said
gently. But then he added, “Although, I probably wouldn’t talk about witchcraft
to my mom, either. She’s probably a far worse denier than your parents.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“Well, my parents don’t deny it. They just don’t
practice it. The last time was at my aunt Beth’s when we visited her, right
before she passed away and I started seventh grade.” Sarah suddenly stopped in
the middle of the trail. Addie, who was wandering slightly ahead, turned back
and looked at her expectantly. “Let’s go visit Aunt Beth’s. I haven’t been able
to bring myself to go since I moved here,” said Sarah.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“Your aunt Beth’s house? Well, sure,” Eli said,
again taken aback. He laughed as they changed course and began to walk toward
the small goat farm Beth Spellwood ran. “I love how spontaneous you are.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“I haven’t seen her farm in so long, and I really
miss that place. That was where I first discovered I had powers, and I was very
close with my aunt.” As Sarah attempted to remember her way through the maze of
trails to the farm she had not visited since she was twelve, she regaled Eli
with tales of Aunt Beth, including Aunt Beth’s talking pet goat. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“So that was the original Addie,” Eli commented.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“<i>Hey! No one is like me,” </i>Addie protested.
<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“That is true. You are one unique dog,” Sarah
assured Addie, who blinked at her happily. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">They finally broke through the tree line and came
upon a fence, which was sagging with the weight of the ivy growing on it. It
enclosed a generous pasture with a goat shed in the center of it. Now, in place
of the milk goats Aunt Beth had raised, there were two cows chewing cud
listlessly. Beyond that, stood the modest farmhouse where Aunt Beth had lived,
and where she and Sarah’s father had grown up. Smoke curled from the chimney. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“So many memories.” Sarah exhaled, feeling both
joy and sorrow at the sight of her long-gone childhood. “I hope the family
living here is happy.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“Too bad we can’t go inside,” Eli commented.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“I suppose we could always knock and ask.” Sarah
shrugged. She glanced at Eli, and when he agreed, she led him around the fence
to the front door of the house. “Ah, I forgot about this knocker,” she said,
tracing the bronze gargoyle knocker with her fingertip after knocking. “I
always thought it was so cool, but now I realize how out of place it was
against this modest little house.” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">A woman carrying a baby on her hip opened the
door. The minute she saw Sarah, her face softened in recognition. “You must be
the little girl in all of those photos we found in the attic,” she cried. “Beth
Spellwood’s niece?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“Yes,” Sarah said happily. “You found pictures?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“Well, yes, we did, and we have them. We tried to
send them to family, but we couldn’t find an address. Come on in!” The woman
stepped aside and ushered Sarah and Eli into the house. “Oh, hello,” she
greeted Addie, also welcoming her inside. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“Puppy!” several kids cried as they flocked
around the dog. Addie rolled on the floor and showed her belly happily as the
kids scratched it. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“My kids love dogs, as you can see.” The woman
laughed. “I’m Meg, by the way.” She set the baby down and shook Eli’s and
Sarah’s hands as they introduced themselves. Then she excused herself to
retrieve the pictures. “You can take a look around, if you want,” she called
over her shoulder.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">Sarah stepped into the kitchen. “The cauldron is
gone.” She sighed, noticing the open fireplace with its hanging cauldron was
now replaced with an oven. The fridge was also new and covered in kids’ art,
with none of the strange recipes and spells that Aunt Beth kept on it. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">Eli placed a comforting hand on her elbow. “You
can’t expect it to be the same.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“I know. It’s just so different.” Sarah sighed,
breathing in the smell of the macaroni bubbling on the stove for lunch. “Well,
actually, it seems like a happy home, and I’m just glad these people love it.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">Meg reappeared with the photos. “Here you go!” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">Sarah smiled as she sifted through them. “That
was my goat!” she cried, showing Eli the photo of the black-and-white goat
hanging his head over her shoulder. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“You were <i>cute,</i>” Eli said. “So many
freckles.” Teasingly, he touched her cheek, pretending to count the freckles
she still had. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“She sure was,” Meg said, nodding her head in
agreement. Then she added in an undertone, “Do you want to go upstairs? I have
to ask you about some things about this house . . .”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">Sarah and Eli followed Meg up the narrow
staircase to a landing. Meg paused in front of a door. “Um, I hate to mention
this, but . . . I know the reputation of Lativia Spellwood.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">Sarah smiled and nodded. “That is my ancestor,
and the founder of Witchland.” Then she narrowed her eyes knowingly. “Let me
guess, weird things happen around this house?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“Yes, well, Neil and I don’t—well, we didn’t
believe in that stuff. Not at all. But after moving here . . .” Meg bit her
lip, looking nervously from Sarah to Eli. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“We don’t think you’re crazy, don’t worry,” Sarah
assured her. “Weird things happen in Witchland, and especially in this house.
It did house three generations of witches.” She and Eli exchanged knowing
glances and then laughed, sharing memories of the many magical misadventures
they had been on together in their efforts to protect Witchland from both
Madras and greedy developers. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“Oh, good. I wasn’t sure where you stood with all
of that.” Meg laughed nervously and gathered her hair into a ponytail. “Well,
you see, we took the master bedroom here and . . .” She opened the door and
pointed within.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">Sarah stepped into her aunt’s old bedroom. As if
she were a child again, she could remember the four-post bed that took up most
of the space, and the rolltop desk where Aunt Beth sat to pay her bills and
write letters. Though the décor was different, the atmosphere of the room still
felt like Aunt Beth: calm, sweet, earthy, loving. Tears welled up in Sarah’s
eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“We keep cutting them back.” Meg led them to the
window, where several flowers emerged from the wooden frame, vibrant and
colorful. They were growing without soil and without water. “We’re not really
sure how they keep growing.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">Sarah touched one of the blue flowers gently. “My
aunt Beth loved her flowers, her garden, her goats. She was part of nature—so
it seemed.” She turned to Meg. “These are enchanted flowers that she grew
because she thought they were pretty. The only way to remove them would be to
break the enchantment.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“Oh.” Meg looked worried. “I have no idea how to
do that.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“I can bring some friends of mine by who can do
that. If you don’t mind, can I have them?” Sarah imagined planting them in her
own room and always having a piece of Aunt Beth near her. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“Of course! I would hate to kill them, but it’s
just, well . . .” Meg shrugged haplessly. “Not our choice of décor. I hope that
doesn’t offend you.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“I get it.” Sarah nodded. “It is your home now.” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“Um, there’s one other thing.” Meg led them into
the bathroom next and pointed to the blue tiles over the clawfoot bathtub,
where Sarah had spent many afternoons pretending she was a mermaid in a frothy
ocean of soap bubbles, with an army of rubber duckies to do her bidding. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">Sarah smiled softly as she ran her fingers along
the porcelain of the tub, entranced by her memories. Eli watched her,
vicariously enjoying her reminiscing through the expressions on her face. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">Meg turned on the shower. Gradually, words began
to form across the tiles as the steam started to bloom from the water. Sarah
squinted and realized that it was a spell for making the room smell like roses.
Just as soon as she read the spell in her mind, the bathroom flooded with the
flowery scent. “Aunt Beth’s scent,” Sarah murmured. “I always just thought it
was a perfume.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“<i>It’s strong, like Margaret and Hua’s
greenhouse,” </i>Addie complained, backing away toward the door. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“Any way you can break this enchantment? We love
this scent, but . . .” Meg again looked hapless.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">Sarah acquiesced and said a quick spell to erase
the enchantment. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">Spell be gone,<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">You have grown wan.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">You have done well,<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">But it’s no time to
dwell.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">Instantly, the words began to unfurl and stretch
until they made a popping sound like bubbles and ran down the walls in streams
of black ink. Then the ink grew clear and disappeared. The rose scent began to
gently fade. <i>If only I could capture that scent in a bottle, </i>Sarah
thought. <i>I have to enchant my bathroom to do that so that I can always smell
Aunt Beth’s rose scent. </i><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“I’m so sorry, and thank you so much,” Meg said
profusely as she showed them out. She handed Sarah the pictures in a bundle. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“Thank you for letting us inside and these
pictures. I’ll definitely treasure them. I’ll come back with my friends,
Margaret and Hua, later. They will transplant the flowers for you and remove
the enchantment,” Sarah promised.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">As she, Eli, and Addie walked back into town,
Sarah sighed. “It’s so hard to let go of the past and watch things change. I
sure miss my aunt Beth.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“Can you visit her, you know, in that ghostly
clearing?” Eli inquired. He was referring to the place where ghosts communed
with Lativia Spellwood’s ghost on the top of Mount Katribus.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“She moved on to the other side,” Sarah said
sadly. Then she interlaced her fingers with Eli’s and cuddled against his
muscular shoulder. “I miss her, but I know she’s in a good place. And I’m very
happy with how my life is now. I can only embrace the present.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">Eli kissed the top of her head, and Sarah felt
happy. “I think Aunt Beth would have adored you,” she told Eli. </span></p></blockquote><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></p></div><br /><b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirNtsIQP1yunqhobKo8H9Soqpl_SMwKb9LRTe61RoWPNz_9jpHCu0tExGrRfIh3eMoGu6sYKy7IpC5mPC_MxYYYGbPLjtQGBPbyI32U9BlXCMo5qTnewgPnFqey1htiZW85tKhqMkJgHOw/s1430/HeadShotMelanieSnow.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1430" data-original-width="1172" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirNtsIQP1yunqhobKo8H9Soqpl_SMwKb9LRTe61RoWPNz_9jpHCu0tExGrRfIh3eMoGu6sYKy7IpC5mPC_MxYYYGbPLjtQGBPbyI32U9BlXCMo5qTnewgPnFqey1htiZW85tKhqMkJgHOw/w164-h200/HeadShotMelanieSnow.jpg" width="164" /></a></div><br />About the Author: </b></div><div><br /></div><div>Melanie Snow is the pen name for Wendy Van de Poll, a bestselling author, pet loss grief coach, and animal medium. 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Besides the wrangling local country-types, the city is marred by a history of indiscretions, murders, and no-named civilians perpetrating as heroes. But beneath the surface of this "run of the mill," Midwestern locale lurks a pervasive past that is about to come full circle: like a blazing blood moon.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Mark is an unassuming trucker who has fallen for a beautiful clerk working at a “Mom & Pop” store named Sharon, and nothing else in the world matters more than stealing her heart. But after making a run into the Bayou to deliver a package, destiny steps in and serves him a plate of "the unexpected," which sparks the flames of wickedness that will set his hometown ablaze. And as the secrets buried in this town begin to unearth, the truth will fan those burning flames until there is nothing left but ashes and chaos.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">In the end, the only mystery left to solve will be if this is isolated to one town or involve the fate of the entire world...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">FOREWORD REVIEW: "...full of interesting characters who hold attention...the secrets of their home are a binding force that brings the tale together."</span></i></div><div><i><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">CLARION RATING: 4/5 "In the fantasy novel Black Oak, citizens across two ears reckon with strange creatures among them."</span></i></div><div><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://amzn.to/2IoqT0v" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Amazon</span></a></b></div><div><div><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-family: times;">Exclusive Bewitching Excerpt:</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“I don’t mean to
sound pushy,” Beth started, “but earlier you said that I’m a Dreamer. Tell me
more about what that is.” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">Zack turned away
from Frank, walked over to Beth, and took a seat back at the table next to her.
“I’m going to give you the short version,” said Zack, “only because I need to
get to the real reason for our visit.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“Of course,”
said Beth. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“So straight to
the point, you are a Dreamer, as I said before,” Zack said. “That makes you
part witch and part psychic but with an added benefit of being more powerful
than both. The main difference between you and normal witches is that you can
see into the future without using magic because your psychic side empowers you
to do so naturally. And you don’t even need to train this skill. Where other
witches fail, you succeed because they don’t have the natural psychic ability
you do. They have to use magic to see into the future.” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">Beth gawked in
amazement at Zack’s words. “So how far into the future can I see?” asked Beth. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">Zack shrugged.
“To be honest, I don’t know. But what I do know is that the answers you seek
can only be found in the grimoire. The grimoire is the most powerful spell book
among witches and warlocks. Every spell from growing flowers in your garden to
conjuring up lightning is recorded in that book. Every name of every witch and
warlock, whether good or bad, down to every war, including the Great War of
1782 is recorded in that book. You can even find spells on how to create
magical objects like amulets and talismans.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“And even the
mystical arts of performing magical charms and divination, on summoning or
invoking supernatural entities, is also a part of that book,” Zoë chimed. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“Do you know how
many supernatural beings would love to get their hands on that book?” Zack
added. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“Where is the
book now?” asked Beth. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“Long gone,”
Zack said. “It was given to a very powerful witch like yourself to keep safe.
She also was a dreamer, the first of your kind, and the only one until now. You
are the second, my sister, in our 250 years of traveling on this earth.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“Only the
second?” said Frank. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“Yes, only the
second, and we’ve been everywhere in this world, so that should tell you
something. Your wife’s kind is rare.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;"> “Well, the question here for you to answer now
is, who and where is the first?” asked Beth. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“Her name was
Tiara. And she died along time ago,” replied Zack somberly. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“I’m sorry to
hear that. Did you know her? I mean were you close with her?” asked Beth. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“Yes…very. She
was the one who taught Zoë and me how to use our powers,” said Zack. His eyes
beat over to Zoë. “She protected us during and after the Great War. If it
wasn’t for her, we would’ve been dead long ago.” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“God, I miss
her,” said Zoë, finally speaking up. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“Well, now that
you know everything there is to know, keep this in mind. Power is innocent. The
one who wields it…” said Zack with a brief pause. He pointed directly at Beth.
“Well, that is what taints it. He or she must decide to use it for good or
evil. That choice makes a difference.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“Just remember
who you are,” said Zoë, cutting in. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“I will,” said
Beth. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“Good, now let’s
get to the real reason why we’re here,” said Zack. “After the great battle back
in 1782, Jackals and witches all went their separate ways as the town was no
longer viable. The fallout of the fight was tremendous; houses were burned to
the ground. Bodies were everywhere, and the land was saturated in blood and
rotten flesh. The stench was unbearable. It was all a complete mess. So some
witches migrated to the east while others went north. Zoë, Tiara, and I headed
west. After settling down for a few months, we split up again and went our
separate ways. Tiara told us she was going on a journey to find someone very
important and that she would be back in approximately one year.” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“If you don’t
mind me asking,” said Beth, “why didn’t you two go with her?” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“We wanted to,
but she forbade it. She insisted that we remain behind and give aid to any
stragglers that needed assistance,” said Zoë. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“Yes, she did,”
said Zack as he nodded in agreement. “There is not a day that goes by that I
don’t live with the regret of my decision that day.” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“So what
happened to Tiara?” asked Frank. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“We never saw
her again,” said Zack, his voice raspy and soft. “But anyway, after 30 years
away from Black Oak, we had grown very powerful, teaching ourselves the ways of
mysticism and sorcery. And then one day in the fall of 1812, Zoë and I felt
something: a surge of power we’d not yet experienced before. Not since the
Great War. It was all in the air, calling out to us. So we packed our things
and followed the surge to its source until it led us back here to our original
home of Black Oak.” Zack took a moment to smile as Zoë placed a gentle hand
over his. “I could see the town in the distance and, as Zoë and I approached,
we started preparing ourselves for a fight because we didn’t know who or what
was living there. But the closer we got, our minds began to calm. The visions
before us were heartwarming. People were everywhere. Families and friends were
bustling about. The town was good as new. It was like nothing ever happened and
the magic we felt there was good and pure and untouched by evil.” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“You could sense
it,” said Zoë.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“And now it’s
happening again, but only this time, the magic feels different. It’s evil for
sure, I know it,” said Zack. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“How can you
tell?” asked Beth. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“Answer one
question for me,” said Zack, staring intently at Beth. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“Okay,” she
replied. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“What did you
sense from my sister and me when you first opened your door?” asked Zack.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“Good. I felt
good in both of you,” said Beth. “Nothing bad…not even a little bit.” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“And I too felt
the same thing when I saw you. And I’m not talking only about tonight,” said Zack.
“But what I feel in this town now is wicked. Mark my words. Something is
coming. What’s more, is that something is already here. And that should be
impossible. Do you know why?” asked Zack as he stared at both Frank and Beth
for an answer. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">They were both
speechless, but Beth took a stab at it anyway. “There’s some special magic
protecting us?” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“Yes. A force
field—placed over this town hundreds of years ago by the witches, that was
supposed to stop dangerous beasts or any other supernatural creatures from
passing through,” said Zoë. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“But I’m afraid
the force field failed against whatever forced its way in. Now Zoë and I need
to find out who or what it is before someone gets hurt or maybe worse…killed.” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“Killed?” Beth
inquired.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“Yes. On the way
over here, we came across a sea of dead bodies in the woods. Most likely
campers who were mauled to death, and it looked like the work of Riffs,” said
Zoë nonchalantly.</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p></div><div><b><span style="font-family: georgia;">About the Author:</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Titus Murphy was born and raised on the streets of New Orleans, Louisiana. From a small child, there was an overarching desire for Titus to do one thing: win. His drive and determination drove him to succeed. Armed with a strong mind, a quick wit, and a sharp tongue, he set out to emblaze his mark on everyone he would encounter. Unknown to him were the overwhelming obstacles and seemingly insurmountable tragedy he would have to endure. From this devastation came a resolve fueled by an uncompromising commitment that resonates through every aspect of his life. Forced from the city he knew and loved, Titus relocated to Atlanta, Georgia. It was there his desire and commitment came together resolutely to birth a dream that had long been held in his heart. Oblivious to detraction, and beyond all doubt, Titus would become an author. From the streets of New Orleans that marked his life, to the ink-graced pages upon which he now pours his soul, Titus Murphy has come to show the world that he is truly…something more. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://cosbymediaproductions.com">https://cosbymediaproductions.com</a>/</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://twitter.com/CosbyMediaProd"><span style="font-family: georgia;">https://twitter.com/CosbyMediaProd</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://www.facebook.com/CosbyMediaProductions"><span style="font-family: georgia;">https://www.facebook.com/CosbyMediaProductions</span></a></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;" /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglLCOTxKYjjZ3wZjrcQ3JwRK5yvlkH7N_h_aE-HTvxwsl9AGE2TFlFAtpE_y1d7ic2T5TgIvw8Rn5Q0Pq5NSph5lnW-aeTjfIaFCYFmXsQ3ECNxROqXxhifY5DWxk9HDmS3MtNcrkOMDS6/s1080/Insta.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglLCOTxKYjjZ3wZjrcQ3JwRK5yvlkH7N_h_aE-HTvxwsl9AGE2TFlFAtpE_y1d7ic2T5TgIvw8Rn5Q0Pq5NSph5lnW-aeTjfIaFCYFmXsQ3ECNxROqXxhifY5DWxk9HDmS3MtNcrkOMDS6/s320/Insta.png" /></a></div><br /><div style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></div>
Kay Phoenixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009860925909022188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954799014490581967.post-78606300925902961982020-11-11T01:00:00.001-08:002020-11-11T01:00:04.366-08:00Author Mariah Lynne<h1 style="text-align: left;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOdsvfEAIiDuyw70s-8UN583f1iGnWk8YBsnJhL8YZdG1Ykn0X5lAaiwIAYPFwJySrng4gNEYNDPzaNxb5_hZ7yXpQtw6GOQecuhe4PFul1ixxZfFN6oXH7dQH_8gFIbkb2HChDCKl3iU/s2048/MidE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1430" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOdsvfEAIiDuyw70s-8UN583f1iGnWk8YBsnJhL8YZdG1Ykn0X5lAaiwIAYPFwJySrng4gNEYNDPzaNxb5_hZ7yXpQtw6GOQecuhe4PFul1ixxZfFN6oXH7dQH_8gFIbkb2HChDCKl3iU/s320/MidE.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></b></h1><h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Author Mariah Lynne</b></h1><div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">With
DNA tests and family research so popular, there’s nothing better
than to literally walk in the footsteps of your ancestors. My
husband’s father escaped the Armenian genocide at five years of
age, his family fleeing to France before acquiring safe passage to
the US. Because of that, visiting Armenia was our most noteworthy
trip.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">A few
years back, we visited The Mormon Family Research Center in Salt Lake
City Utah. We were happy to learn about each of our parents’ past.
We’ve been to Italy but never in our wildest dreams did we ever
think we would visit Armenia. It felt so far away from Florida and it
was: sixteen hours not counting connections and two flights from
Miami.
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"> Armenia
is a modern thriving country especially in its capital city of
Yerevan, but it is older than Egypt. Archeologists discovered a cave
named Arena-1 containing 6000 year old wine making jugs along with an
ancient shoe. It was home to Mt Ararat, home of Noah’s Ark, which
is now part of Turkey. I recently read on “Armenian Fact of the
Day” that St Nicholas, yes that St. Nick - “Santa Claus”, was
born in 280 AD to wealthy parents in Antalya Turkey and his mother
was of Armenian descent!</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">Throughout
our fifteen day visit, we met so many kind and wonderful people. In
the city Gyumri, devastated in the 1988 earthquake, I sat at an
outdoor cafe having a cold drink with a couple on our tour from
California. The husband, a college professor, was knowledgeable and
fluent in the Armenian language as well as the country’s history.
An elderly lady carrying a basket of sunflower seeds with a clear
glass shot glass in its center walked over and sat down with us. I
could see by her clothes and shoes, she was poor. The woman looked at
me and told us, she wasn’t a beggar. She refused to ask for money
but instead offered to sell shot glasses full of her seeds for
whatever you wanted to pay. She said the money would help her family
members, many of whom were out of work.
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"> She
leaned over and touched my hand speaking to me in Armenian. The
professor translated. “She wishes you good health and a long and
happy marriage.” The professor who had met her on a previous trip
told me that locals said that if she made a wish for you, it would
come true. For some peculiar reason, she only gave her wishes to me.
When it came time to leave, she followed me to the bus and waved.
What a sweetheart.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">In the
artist colony of Dilljan, a spa town often called Armenia’s
Switzerland, I walked into the studio of a wood carver who carried on
his family tradition. He showed me photos of ornaments he had carved
for the White House Christmas tree twenty years ago. His work was
intricate even on his larger pieces. You know I had to buy a carved
egg to hang on my tree.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"> Many
of the country’s modern celebrations like New Year’s take their
roots from the ancient Persians. Ancient Armenians celebrated New
Year’s on the 21<sup>st</sup>
of March the birthday of the pagan god God Vahan preparing huge
feasts to welcome and celebrate the rebirth of nature. If you have
any Armenian relatives or friends, every family meal is a feast. One
of the most ancient peoples of the world who respect their
traditions, March 21<sup>st</sup>
remained New Year’s until the 18<sup>th</sup>
century, when it was changed to Jan 1<sup>st</sup>.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">New
Year’s remained the symbol of renewal and the rethinking the past.
It is a time to begin again, to think over your mistakes to leave all
the bad things in the old year and look forward to the new.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"> On
the first day of the year, the head of the family gives gifts to
every family member as was done thousands of years ago while children
hung hand knitted socks on the yerdik a type of chimney, hoping their
stockings would be filled on New Year’s Eve. The New Year’s table
is bountiful and symbolized hope for a good year. Women baked a coin
inside homemade wheat bread before dividing it into several parts as
family hurried to find the coin that would give them luck in the year
to follow.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">We
were at lunch in the Ruben School for Young Artists and cake was
served for desert. One of the pieces of cake had a coin baked inside.
The finder would have good luck for the next year. No one in our
group found it but luckily our wonderful bus driver took a piece home
to his kids and they found it.
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">We saw
so many wonderful sights like Gerhard Monastery, a UNESCO World
Heritage site carved out of the side of a mountain, the History
Museum that traced the country’s origin from ancient Persia to the
present, wineries, bakeries, and farms. We visited the last remaining
pagan temple of Garni. We celebrated their independence day complete
with fireworks and street performers. We were feted at a carpet
company eating among the gorgeous and expensive Oriental rugs while
enjoying a show of traditional dancing and music. We visited the
Genocide memorial, and the National Theater of state folk dancing and
song. We survived the world’s longest cable car ride, the Wings of
Tatev. Armenia is full of life, history, and, for us, making
wonderful memories as we learned about my husband’s heritage.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Qe3nYNCMl7LMWlpakl4eCdpGcpOoqYaXDy-CvNinP0k9EjItv_lrYVn5qW6PKm3v5_bTOzon7aFfnr-ibKxZJj7Y3OHNQ4nLuWuIrm2SeSA79Anux-6cq9jR3sQ-mRDrkDidN59rueQ/s2048/5K4A2348+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Qe3nYNCMl7LMWlpakl4eCdpGcpOoqYaXDy-CvNinP0k9EjItv_lrYVn5qW6PKm3v5_bTOzon7aFfnr-ibKxZJj7Y3OHNQ4nLuWuIrm2SeSA79Anux-6cq9jR3sQ-mRDrkDidN59rueQ/s320/5K4A2348+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz_5DoJ0dAXNl1gHNNyfxw9-2DrP8yGjWg1dvsWfTmNZDTrZUGscc9gxKGmQvxG1xxutlzeeYI17DxMQiRMUq7e9aKcBMg5NutMCsySnPYjziAHAdm3WiErcy_nWcfS2YZhnpCuelkTYU/s2048/5K4A3022+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz_5DoJ0dAXNl1gHNNyfxw9-2DrP8yGjWg1dvsWfTmNZDTrZUGscc9gxKGmQvxG1xxutlzeeYI17DxMQiRMUq7e9aKcBMg5NutMCsySnPYjziAHAdm3WiErcy_nWcfS2YZhnpCuelkTYU/s320/5K4A3022+%25283%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0I44ZyOafzRxgLGMegSGAXLliDTrimh4Elr6n4q4pwVNVoNuvS4dseJ3YLP-3HUltoSCsAUaoAz6YGr9b8ABJxonXGHx033eAapu0W7ZTDYm_6-G-flQ04jT-7m-DfaftWZNxDSk9qwE/s2048/5K4A3235+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0I44ZyOafzRxgLGMegSGAXLliDTrimh4Elr6n4q4pwVNVoNuvS4dseJ3YLP-3HUltoSCsAUaoAz6YGr9b8ABJxonXGHx033eAapu0W7ZTDYm_6-G-flQ04jT-7m-DfaftWZNxDSk9qwE/s320/5K4A3235+%25283%2529.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQvn9sG-iEWRxAbemY-HFKYQ2WqlB6YsvOPF38ZulttejlLSbowymizoPtWnV-f3aGIW0fiCjI5LCCkHa7TeOxnRFCkjJElISM1i0xtP4UmGL8tMYtLUCuWIOaXeQgPNk-pR3skX69ySE/s4334/IMG_0479+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4334" data-original-width="3251" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQvn9sG-iEWRxAbemY-HFKYQ2WqlB6YsvOPF38ZulttejlLSbowymizoPtWnV-f3aGIW0fiCjI5LCCkHa7TeOxnRFCkjJElISM1i0xtP4UmGL8tMYtLUCuWIOaXeQgPNk-pR3skX69ySE/s320/IMG_0479+%25282%2529.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFaHJMH4LesqvviuaWxWA4KAiOEs4Ka5K2GkiEEJ8jLbu28bmdswYHQSGtZ2dW7_58OVt-4MBhIqMF-6fWZodX6bGVNbr2lwO-GSXyI511pg001cjmhFhUZf7AU45KwlSobnj3bBpu0oM/s4359/IMG_1257+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4359" data-original-width="3270" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFaHJMH4LesqvviuaWxWA4KAiOEs4Ka5K2GkiEEJ8jLbu28bmdswYHQSGtZ2dW7_58OVt-4MBhIqMF-6fWZodX6bGVNbr2lwO-GSXyI511pg001cjmhFhUZf7AU45KwlSobnj3bBpu0oM/s320/IMG_1257+%25283%2529.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPNwIff4gHBUTUJc7h7tqLinMchgXXPz8tggymGWCYC-2funhHekuBzJA99OMuPcvLmVqcPHecVyLdxLOdVgwPPonh3sN5cILjwTyGLiMIxZ-YMbrLhp52LzjKC4efwwBi7bjN2P44XnQ/s2048/bookinfo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPNwIff4gHBUTUJc7h7tqLinMchgXXPz8tggymGWCYC-2funhHekuBzJA99OMuPcvLmVqcPHecVyLdxLOdVgwPPonh3sN5cILjwTyGLiMIxZ-YMbrLhp52LzjKC4efwwBi7bjN2P44XnQ/s320/bookinfo.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><span lang=""><b>Title:
PAWS for CHRISTMAS</b></span></span></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16pt;">Author/pen
name: Mariah Lynne</b></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">Genre:
Contemporary Romance</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">Publisher:
Satin Romance- a division of Melange Books,LLC</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">Date
of Publication: November 3, 2020</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">ASIN:
BO8LDRVN8</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">ISBN:
978-1-953735-03-04 print</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">978-1-953735-04-1
e-book</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">Number
of pages: 141</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">Word
Count: 46,000 words</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiI-P1_D-OKfjxNcYzNhs8NhqynkIlv1Y6yIBmFZlpEOctmNUanmibkSj3DQZ_rBru6ijNHoZLqWgCYHdKjiD-Bh_XeG2ECCbm6jnClxfdNNtbxahZ5NjjKC4PJ71p1Efr1Qgu3ccA-qc/s2048/Paws+For+Christmas+-+Caroline.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1356" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiI-P1_D-OKfjxNcYzNhs8NhqynkIlv1Y6yIBmFZlpEOctmNUanmibkSj3DQZ_rBru6ijNHoZLqWgCYHdKjiD-Bh_XeG2ECCbm6jnClxfdNNtbxahZ5NjjKC4PJ71p1Efr1Qgu3ccA-qc/s320/Paws+For+Christmas+-+Caroline.jpg" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br />
</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;"><b>Blurb: </b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">It’s
the Holidays and Jessica Munroe seems destined for misery.
Nonetheless she is trying to make the best of it. Her fiancé Jake,
an emergency room doctor, dumped her for his nurse and just two weeks
prior, she had to put her dog, her best friend, Mazy to sleep.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">The
pain of losing both the man she loved and her best friend has taken
her to a new low. Jessica, determined not to stay down, is now hard
at work trying to push through the holiday season by doubling up on
Christmas lights and decorations she’s putting up outside her
residence.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">As
Jessica works, a big brown scruffy dog appears in her yard and
refuses to leave when she tries to shoo him away. He’s filthy,
looks hungry, and seems like he needs help. A dog lover, Jessica
takes him to her vet who discovers a metal bone shaped tag buried in
his matted fur. The tag reveals his name, Sam, and a phone number to
call if he is lost or injured.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">Sam’s
owner Trey Musgrove is in the hospital the victim of a head-on
collision. Now Jessica’s life is about to change forever thanks to
Sam, this big brown scruffy lovable dog.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">Side
effects of reading PAWS FOR CHRISTMAS are a happy heart, an uplifted
spirit, new confidence in the future, and a smile on your face!</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">WEBSITE: <a href="http://www.mariahlynne.com">www.mariahlynne.com</a></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br />
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</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">I
arrived at Healthwell, picked up my pre-arranged</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">visitor’s
badge, and headed directly to the sixth floor. I was so</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">curious
about him I couldn’t get there fast enough. Starra was</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">on
duty at the nurse’s station. Her face lit up like the shooting</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">stars
that influenced her name when she saw me. She called</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">out,
“Jess, please hurry. I told Trey you were coming. He’s</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">anxious
to meet you. Please follow me.”</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">Starra
walked briskly. I followed her pace into his room.</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">Since
I studied that photo online so many times, I felt like I</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">already
knew him. My heart pounded when I noticed the</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">curtain
surrounding his hospital bed was half closed. Starra</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">walked
us around to where he could see us, and we could see</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">him
before introducing me.</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“Trey
Musgrove, this is Jessica Munroe. She’s the young</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">woman
who sent you the note about Sam.”</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">Trey’s
gaze was turned away from me as he drank water</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">from
a straw held by another nurse. When he turned to face</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">me,
his blue eyes took mine hostage. My body trembled from</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">his
stare. It was as if we had known each other for a long</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">time.
He looked a bit paler and thinner than in that photo but</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">still
incredibly handsome. There should be a law against being</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">that
handsome. His kind blue eyes looked tired and he</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">appeared
weak like Jake said because he might have</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“atrophied
muscles.”</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">I
remained quiet to let him speak first. He looked at me,</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">well,
really stared at me. I wondered if my holiday outfit was</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">over
the top. He spoke as I held up my holiday cookie bag.</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“Jessica,
I appreciate your visit and for taking such good</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">care
of my Sam. I can’t tell you how relieved I felt after</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">reading
your note since I feared the worst after no one found</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">him
near the accident scene. I can tell by looking at you that’s</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">he’s
a very lucky dog.”</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;"><b>Author
bio:</b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">Mariah
Lynne takes readers on breathtaking adventures. Whether travelling
through time, solving a crime, or finding love in unlikely
situations, her heroines are strong willed independent women whose
memorable stories keep the pages turning.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">A
graduate of Syracuse University, Mariah resides on a beautiful
Florida Gulf Coast island, Ft. Myers Beach. Because she loves where
she lives, Southwest Florida becomes the backdrop for all of her
stories. Before writing fiction, she owned a business on the Beach
and wrote weekly columns for two island newspapers.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">Mariah
is a member of Romance Writers of America and Southwest Florida
Romance Writers where she served as Membership Chairman for five
years. An animal lover, she served three years on the board of
directors for a county wide no-kill animal shelter, The Animal Refuge
Center and was honored to be selected Parade Marshall for the annual
Shrimp Festival Parade 2010.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">Her
books include PAWS for CHRISTMAS coming this October, THE DUCHESS’
NECKLACE, SHADOWS ACROSS TIME, and THE LOVE GYPSY also available as
an audio book. Her short stories “Love at First Flight” and “The
Kaine Mutiny” are published in Vols. 1 and 2 of FROM FLORIDA WITH
LOVE, while “Claws for Justice” is included in NINE DEADLY LIVES
a mystery anthology featuring cats. Her very first book, SEABLISS, a
cozy island mystery now out of print will be re-released as an e-book
and in print December 2020.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times;">When
not writing, Mariah, a former video retailer, enjoys watching movies,
travelling having recently been stranded because of the pandemic in
Australia, swimming, and spending time with her husband Jerry. She
still misses her amazing dolphin hunting dog Max, a shelter adoptee.
</span>
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1:</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“Unhand us,
witch!” the vampire shouts.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">The mortals,
apparently far smarter than this vampire, remain silent. Even the vampire’s own
pledge seals his lips shut. A wave of Nether wafts off him, marking him as a
Nether witch.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">But fury sparks
within me, and a dark grin overtakes me. I lower my arm, setting the blades
down gently in the middle of the clearing.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“What was that?”
I ask, daring the vampire to repeat himself.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">Stupidly enough,
he does. “I said, ‘unhand us, witch!’ Let us go quickly, and I might not kill
you.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">Arrogant fool.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">I laugh quietly,
and all the birds fly away, deserting their treetop perches. A dangerous glint
shines in my eyes as I saunter within arm’s reach.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“Witch? You
think me a witch?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“How else could
a pitiful, puny little woman like you do all this?” He jerks his head at the
other two men, unable to move his arms. Cheeks flushed with anger, he draws
back and spits in my face, dark eyes flashing, all the while.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">Nearby animals
sense my anger reverberating on the Nether, and the woods fall completely
silent. Fury roils within me, and visions of blood fill my mind. Everything in
me demands his evisceration.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">Or perhaps the
removal of some limbs…<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">With eyes
narrowed, I lift one hand. He flinches, and I smile, baring my teeth. His spit
floats into the air, leaping happily from my skin. My spine shivers with
disgust and hatred as I force the spit to smear itself over the vampire’s face,
over his eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">Slowly twirling
one finger, I tighten his bonds. Air rushes from his lungs, and his soft face
goes red as he struggles to breathe.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“You
underestimate me. I don’t know a single witch who can do everything I’ve done
without at least three days of spell and potion preparation. Not to mention the
difficulty of lugging all those ingredients out here.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">Lifting one
average looking fingernail to his face, I trace one of his cheekbones, then the
other, splitting the skin wide. A line drawn down the center of his nose, from
bridge to tip, releases still more blood.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">My eyes flutter
as the darkest parts of me savor the sight.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“As for spitting
on me,” I whisper, knowing my voice will carry to the others, echoing in their
bones despite its low volume, “that was a grave mistake. Most of my kind would
have killed you on the spot, simply for the disturbance.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">Voice suddenly a
hiss, I say, “You’re lucky I’ve learned patience.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">My soul riots
for revenge, and my blood boils in my veins. I fight the damnable words, hating
my own weakness before my rage, but still, I say, “But ignorance must not go to
seed. Your family line will end with you. You will never again create, or
prolong, life.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">And I shift the
Nether to make it so.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“Your kind? What
are you talking about? What makes you think you can curse me?” All bluff and
bluster, the vampire tries to appear brave and defiant.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">But I feel the
fear leaking off him. I smell it in his blood, acrid and spoiled. I hear it in
his sputtering heartbeat, slightly more erratic than those of the others.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">Again, I say
nothing. Drawing a deep breath, I close my eyes slowly.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">Thunder roars
through the clearing, rumbling in all our chests. I open my eyes, glittering
gold sending light reflecting back at the vampire, and my skin grows paler.
Fingernails become golden talons, embedded in black skin which reveals hues of
purple as it fades to white just above my wrist. My eyelids are colored
similarly, pulsing with the Nether that reaches out through my skin.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">Black horns
burst from my skull, sticking through locks of deepest red. My horns twist as
they taper off, curling back over the top of my head.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">The color drains
from the vampire’s face, concealed as it is by his blood. Sick glee spikes
through me.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“Did you know
you would feel my revelation in your blood? Did you know the very air would
tremble with it?” I ask, knowing the answer to be a resounding “no.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“You’re a…” he
trails off, unable to speak for lack of air.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“Demi-demon is,
I believe, the word you’re looking for,” I say, smiling malevolently. “Now, I’m
going to untether you, and you’re going to run. Before I change my mind.”</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkAsO2IjiOqu96GXFfoWe_ebtnLW9cxh7QCXXc81lL52xN7-P6AGXKAXtMRvJoIJlGIMzhbN7POhQTVFufe1vl0Y7XsCHYU-hGdq8DHL6PpHNuqg3RHkRpnmtjFgy98bSuARCrzLb5SrIu/s2048/Author+Photo+%25282%2529.JPG" style="clear: right; display: block; float: right; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1578" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkAsO2IjiOqu96GXFfoWe_ebtnLW9cxh7QCXXc81lL52xN7-P6AGXKAXtMRvJoIJlGIMzhbN7POhQTVFufe1vl0Y7XsCHYU-hGdq8DHL6PpHNuqg3RHkRpnmtjFgy98bSuARCrzLb5SrIu/s200/Author+Photo+%25282%2529.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"><b>About the Author: </b></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal;">Elexis Bell is a quiet nerd with too many hobbies, including everything from gaming to shower-singing and even archery, weather permitting. She specializes in sarcasm and writing stories that make people feel. She's made a home for herself with her husband, their dog, and a small army of cats.</p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal;">She writes dark, gritty stories, sprinkling gut-wrenching emotions over high fantasy romance, thrillers, post-apocalyptic romance, and science fiction.</p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal;">For further information, follow her on Instagram, Twitter, or Facebook, or check out her blog on her website.</p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal;">Website: <a href="www.elexisbell.com">www.elexisbell.com </a></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal;">Newsletter: <a href="http://eepurl.com/gnTZwf ">http://eepurl.com/gnTZwf </a> </p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal;">Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/Elexis-Bell-877360839111331">https://www.facebook.com/Elexis-Bell-877360839111331</a>/ </p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal;">Twitter: <a href="www.twitter.com/bell_elexis ">www.twitter.com/bell_elexis </a></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal;">Blog: <a href="http://www.elexisbell.com/blog/">http://www.elexisbell.com/blog/</a></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal;">Instagram: <a href="http://www.instagram.com/elexis_bell">www.instagram.com/elexis_bell</a> </p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal;">Pinterest: <a href="https://www.pinterest.com/elexis_bell/">https://www.pinterest.com/elexis_bell/</a></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal;">Allauthor: <a href="https://allauthor.com/author/elexisbell">https://allauthor.com/author/elexisbell</a>/</p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal;">Goodreads: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/17807452.Elexis_Bell">https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/17807452.Elexis_Bell</a></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal;">Nanowrimo: <a href="https://nanowrimo.org/participants/elexisbell">https://nanowrimo.org/participants/elexisbell</a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNkAue70YCn3dhcjBS3NpH93hVznG6_LT_pTJXEv9Zp2VP8rdgw6wYAzxRc3iiaGsndv79laERO75rduOUT89k49rWDe-mTdJ65bDvQFT3OWWHLy8V26P7-WBFbuVUeZQbWKE49xzQAljM/s1080/Insta+2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNkAue70YCn3dhcjBS3NpH93hVznG6_LT_pTJXEv9Zp2VP8rdgw6wYAzxRc3iiaGsndv79laERO75rduOUT89k49rWDe-mTdJ65bDvQFT3OWWHLy8V26P7-WBFbuVUeZQbWKE49xzQAljM/s320/Insta+2.png" /></a></div></span></div></div><a class="rcptr" data-raflid="ba112ffc2006" data-template="" data-theme="classic" href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/ba112ffc2006/" id="rcwidget_crnn6wwq" rel="nofollow">a Rafflecopter giveaway</a>
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Spiritwalker</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Some Like It Haunted</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Tanith Davenport<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Genre: Paranormal erotic romance<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Publisher: Totally Bound<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Date of Publication: 20 October 2020<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">ISBN: 978-1-83943-443-3<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Number of pages: 58<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Word Count: 15010<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Cover Artist: Totally Bound<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Tagline: By night she walks with spirits. By day they turn her world upside down.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Tamar Steele, a successful medium for a paranormal investigative team, should be happy with her life—but life seems to be against her. Her psychic field is being mysteriously blocked, causing her physical pain and, worse, making it more and more difficult for her to come, creating stress in her relationship with long-term boyfriend Jason.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">But then, during the filming of a paranormal TV show, Tamar picks up on Leslie, the recently murdered sister of her co-worker Hana—who later tells her the murderer was in the room with them. Knowing the best way to enhance her psychic ability is through sex, Tamar must rekindle her troubled relationship with Jason and rebuild their passion as she fights to solve the murder. Can she find the killer in time?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Sequel to “I Heard Your Voice” and “Tamar Rising”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><a href="https://www.totallybound.com/book/spiritwalker">TotallyBound</a> <a href="https://amzn.to/2EZnYK1">Amazon</a><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Tamar?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Adjusting her
headset, Tamar Steele shifted the microphone closer to her mouth as another
chair flew across the room in front of her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“It’s
all right. I’m on it.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">There was the
sound of breaking glass above her as a light bulb shattered. Tamar moved forward
to avoid the falling shards, holding her torch out in front of her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">She’s here. I
can feel her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Her back was
starting to ache. Through the darkness she could see a spirit beginning to
form, long white robes and flowing hair framing a thin figure and pointed face.
Terrified eyes fixed on hers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Tamar.” Hana’s
voice crackled in her ear. “You need to get out of there. This is getting too
dangerous. Jason’s worried.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Tell Jason to
calm down. I know what I’m doing.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">A newspaper shot
across the floor, scattering pages everywhere. Tamar took another step towards
the spirit girl, holding up her hand, focussing on the energy she could feel
around her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Matt, I need
your help here.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">She felt a light
tug on her hair and knew Matt, her spirit guide, had been listening.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Listen to me,”
she said firmly, holding the girl’s stare. “I can help you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Fear. Panic. A
name. Emily—her name is Emily. Died sometime in the 1920s.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Let me help
you, Emily.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">A sudden rush
forward and the girl was right in front of her, arms outstretched, mouth open,
gasping for breath. Automatically Tamar caught her wrists, keeping the reaching
fingers away from her face as she saw Matt’s blond head manifesting behind the
girl.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“We can help
you,” she repeated, then Matt’s arms were wrapping around the girl from behind,
his face close to hers as he whispered soothing words into her ear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The girl froze,
then collapsed back against him, her arms falling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“I don’t want to
be here! I don’t know why I’m here.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“It’s all
right.” Tamar’s gaze met Matt’s over the girl’s shoulder. “We can send you
home.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">She
concentrated. “Light. Bring light.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">A glowing white
light slowly formed between them, growing until the girl was engulfed. A small
smile formed on her face before, in a bright flash, she was gone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“We’re done
here, Hana.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Okay. Asher’s
on her way.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Already Tamar
heard the heavy footsteps of their newest team member coming down the stairs
into the cellar. A strong smell of sweet smoke entered the room, closely
followed by a short girl with rose-pink hair in a bob, her tattooed arms
emerging from her T-shirt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Hey, Tamar.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Hey, Asher.”
Tamar gestured to the space in front of her. “Let’s get the room cleansed and
we can get out of here.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“No problem.”
Asher moved forwards, holding the burning incense out in front of her. “Another
satisfied customer upstairs.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Glad to hear
it—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Tamar’s voice
broke off as her headset was filled with an ear-splitting scream.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Fuck!” Asher
gasped. “What was that?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Struggling to
regain her composure, her heart pounding, Tamar focussed hard on the room,
stretching her energy field outwards, trying to find something… <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">There was
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Whatever it had
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Tanith Davenport began writing erotica at the age of 27 by way of the Romantic Novelists' Association New Writers' Scheme. Her debut novel "The Hand He Dealt" was released by Totally Bound in June 2011 and was shortlisted for the Joan Hessayon Award for 2012.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Tanith has had short stories published by Naughty Nights Press and House of Erotica. She loves to travel and dreams of one day taking a driving tour of the United States, preferably in a classic 1950s pink Cadillac Eldorado.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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But when the man she’s falling for has a sinister secret, she’s no longer sure whether he’s a trick or a treat.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Rosemary Bell is a witch for Halloween… and every other day of the year. And that’s not even the weirdest thing about her life. Her ex-husband is a turtle, her daughter Maggie's new best friend is an imaginary kangaroo, and the guy sleeping on her couch is a King—as well as her fated lover.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Just as she’s starting to fall for Declan, Rosie gets spooked by a revelation that leaves her wondering whether she is really meant to be his Queen. And as a new houseguest quickly proves, promises don’t always mean forever. When a sexy choir girl arrives in town with her eyes set on Rosie’s King and crown, she will have to decide for herself what her destiny is, and soon.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Struggling between caring for Declan and caring for herself, Rosie has better luck advising her friends what to do about their love lives than tending to her own. But when Maggie goes missing on All Hallow’s Eve, Rosie is forced to admit that jealousy’s a witch - literally!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The Good Witch meets Hocus Pocus in this short novel about stepping into new shoes, choosing who you’re going to be, and never letting fear decide your fate, even on Halloween.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Jealousy’s a Witch is the second book in the heartwarming new Midlife in Mosswood series by Louisa West. Available exclusive to Amazon and in Kindle Unlimited.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B088ZPMG7L">Amazon US</a><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><a href="https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B088ZPMG7L">Amazon CA</a><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B088ZPMG7L">Amazon UK</a><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><a href="https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B088ZPMG7L">Amazon AU</a><o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSYRP_EUSvSEqxhprxnh10EpyFebPtLhcvFU9oxd9USJ_pajSHBY1xRZufLYKTgNRMcdkMQXWHuJivgGe5UBcd2yWxgNkYAgF_XSilzqcr2CjFKlnbA4uzIH1Kojxn5jd8pprxP7cPC3r2/s1640/Promo-123.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="583" data-original-width="1640" height="143" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSYRP_EUSvSEqxhprxnh10EpyFebPtLhcvFU9oxd9USJ_pajSHBY1xRZufLYKTgNRMcdkMQXWHuJivgGe5UBcd2yWxgNkYAgF_XSilzqcr2CjFKlnbA4uzIH1Kojxn5jd8pprxP7cPC3r2/w400-h143/Promo-123.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_UfF8OgdYN1tturY2PA1wr96Kv5qVCtBOz3ibBk2Kyc8iCHdtgFmoGFvRIrCJKtB3C7Fst9DpWPin8vb12PLm4A6nypY0PL4sxkyLTvdayjgv81Rd6noiSn68tHWCPQ8EsU3QiHSSww7/s2480/Spooktacular+Excerpt.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="520" data-original-width="2480" height="84" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_UfF8OgdYN1tturY2PA1wr96Kv5qVCtBOz3ibBk2Kyc8iCHdtgFmoGFvRIrCJKtB3C7Fst9DpWPin8vb12PLm4A6nypY0PL4sxkyLTvdayjgv81Rd6noiSn68tHWCPQ8EsU3QiHSSww7/w400-h84/Spooktacular+Excerpt.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: times;">Excerpt
– Jealousy’s a Witch</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">The sounds of
the hot summer afternoon seemed dulled by the arrival of Tammy. She looked
sheepishly between Declan and Rosie, her knuckles tight around the laundry bag
of clothes she held like Santa Claus’ sack over one pudgy shoulder.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“I hope I’m not
imposin’,” she said softly, even though it was clear that she knew she was.
“Only that...well!” Unshed tears suddenly welled in her eyes, and she tried a
combination of blinking and fanning her wedding-ring devoid hand in front of
her face to stop them from falling. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">Declan looked
from Rosie to Tammy and then back again, as though trying to weigh up how
useful he might be in a situation like this versus how much damage he might
cause by way of a poorly timed and probably inappropriate joke. “I think I
better check on the painting crew,” he murmured, rubbing the back of his neck
as he took off for less emotional turf.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">Rosie crossed
over to the table, set down the potato salad she had been carrying. “Why don’t
you have a seat and I’ll pour us some lemonade,” she suggested. Tammy nodded
mutely, swiping at the tears now streaking down her face. Two sips of lemonade
seemed to give her the confidence she needed to carry through with the story.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“I’m so sorry to
barge in on y’all like this,” she sniffled, “but I didn’t know where else to
go.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">Rosie thought
back to the day Tammy had rolled up to the cottage as part of Prissy’s
entourage. She had seemed like the only genuine woman out of the three. Rosie
had felt terrible when Tammy had seen her husband Terry making a pass at her the
day he’d come out to the cottage to ‘offer his services’ as a handyman. She
hadn’t seen her since that day, but it didn’t look like things had improved for
her any.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“You don’t need
to apologize,” Rosie told her, “so let’s get that out of the way right-quick.
We’re havin’ a cook-out, and you’re officially invited.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">Tammy offered a
weak smile in return, sipping her lemonade. “Thank you.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">Rosie smiled
back. “You’re welcome. Now,” she added, glancing up at the cottage. “I feel
duty-bound to tell you that at any minute we’re likely to be infiltrated by a
rush of starving teenage boys, an Irishman with a huge appetite, a girl who can
put away three hotdogs in one sitting, and a turtle that—”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“—a turtle?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: times;">“Long story,”
Rosie grinned.</span></p></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b>About the Author:</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Author by day, Netflix connoisseur by night.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Louisa likes Pina Coladas and gettin’ caught in the rain. 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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The Genesis of Seven<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The Empyrean Trilogy<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Book One<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Sara M Schaller<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Genre: Young Adult Fantasy<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Publisher: Designs by Seraphim<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Date of Publication: July 7, 2020<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">ISBN: 9781732516205 <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">ISBN: 9781732516212 <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Number of pages: 368<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Word Count: 86,902<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Cover Artist: Sara M Schaller<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Tagline: In the beginning he was one of us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Eighteen-year-old Jordan Conway has always wanted to help people, but helping seven archangels to achieve their divine duty was never quite what he had in mind…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">When Jordan is entrusted by the head nun of his orphanage to deliver a mysterious backpack to a New York City address, he comes unexpectedly face-to-face with Archangel Gabriel. Their acquaintance fast uncovers a labyrinth of secrets that connect Jordan’s once-normal life to an ancient heavenly prophecy. Now, he must help Gabriel to reunite the archangels before evil forces grow too strong.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Soon, Jordan and Gabriel find themselves on a divine quest across the globe, while deep in the pits of Hell, Satan plots his return to earth. To gain control, however, Satan needs the powerful prophetic objects locked safe inside Jordan’s backpack—and the devil will stop at nothing to get what he wants.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">With that notion threatening his only family and the safety of his newfound friends, Jordan must do whatever it takes to protect the ones he loves and help the archangels succeed. If that means sacrificing all he thought he knew to go to war with the devil himself? Bring it on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Run!” Sister
Helen shouted. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Somehow, my body
obliged. My legs carried me down the alleyway, past dumpsters and trashcans. At
the street, I stopped briefly to figure out where to go next. I glanced at the
paper and realized I had a bit of distance to cover. The address was near
Central Park, but the orphanage was in the opposite direction. In fact, the
orphanage wasn’t even in Manhattan. There wasn’t time to figure out a route
though. At the sound of running footsteps, I looked over my shoulder and saw
two men dressed in black fast approaching. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Without a second
thought, I broke into a sprint and headed right. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I’d never been
chased in my life and soon realized I was the worst person for it. I kept
running straight for blocks. Not once did I try to evade my chasers. I was
merely in flight mode, running forward without a thought of where I had to go.
The backpack hit my shoulders every time I moved my legs, creating a rhythm my
heartbeat began to mimic. I was scared senseless, had no idea what to do, and
was weighed down by the duffel bag, which gave me a weird, galloping stride. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">As I raced on,
some unknown part of my brain took over and told my legs to veer left into an
alleyway. My chasers passed by, unsuspecting, though they soon backtracked and
followed. At that point, my run became a series of quick turns and dashes
through side streets and alleys in an attempt to evade them. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Breathing hard,
heaving the cursed bag, and almost tripping over my own feet, I came to a
standstill in front of a chain-link fence. Did this seriously have to turn into
some iconic movie chase? I groaned as I sized up my new enemy, wondering why I
never took gym class seriously. Surely, completing the rope climb—something I’d
never successfully achieved—would come in handy right about now. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">At the last
second I decided to backtrack, but the two chasers blocked my path. One was a
big, burly man, and the other was the second guy from the subway, who was much
taller and leaner than his accomplice. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Frustrated, I
ran up to the fence and swung my duffel bag through the air. It landed
surprisingly safe on the other side of the chain-link barrier. Without a
moment’s hesitation, I ran and jumped at the tall gate, latching onto it with
my hands. Flashbacks of the rope climb came to mind, and I knew this wasn’t
going to be easy. In a struggle, I scrambled up as my chasers approached. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">By some miracle,
I made it to the top, and I was preparing to swing my leg over and ring that
fictitious bell when a hand gripped my ankle. When I looked down, a menacing
skull tattoo met my gaze.</span><span style="font-family: times new roman, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Witch’s
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<b style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">The
Spellwood Witches</b><br />
<b style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Book
One</b><br />
<b style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Melanie
Snow</b><br />
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<span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Genre: Paranormal Cozy Mystery</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Publisher: Spirit Paw Press, LLC<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Date of Publication: September 8,
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ISBN: 978-1-7324375-6-2</div>
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Number of pages: 220<o:p></o:p></div>
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Tagline: Her mentor died fighting
to save an enchanted forest. Can she solve his murder before she’s bewitched?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Can she awaken her dormant powers
and stop a desperate killer destroying the forest?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sarah Spellwood feels she’s hit
bottom. Divorced and jobless, she relocates to the enchanting village of
Witchland intent on solving the murder of her late mentor. But as she pursues
clues buried in the man’s fight to save the endangered forest-dwelling lynx,
she makes an enemy of a ruthless land developer.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Encountering fairies in the
woods, Sarah discovers she’s been repressing unique gifts passed down from her
ancestor and founding witch, Lativia Spellwood. But though she can now hear her
deceased friend’s dog speak, she isn’t sure her abilities are enough to expose
the greed and corruption covering a killer’s lies.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Can Sarah work with the magical
beings to bring a murderer to justice?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Witch’s Tail is the charming
first book in the light-hearted The Spellwood Witches cozy mystery series. If
you like paranormal puzzles, delightful canine companions, and environmental
enlightenment, then you’ll love Melaine Snow’s wagging-ly fun whodunit.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Buy Witch’s Tail to set a snare
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b>Prologue</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Lativia
Spellwood sat on her ghostly throne of branches on the summit of Mount
Katribus, with many other ghosts swarming around her reminiscing about life and
drinking wine. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The ghosts of
Witchland residents always came to this clearing after they died to stay near
Lativia for guidance and to wait until they were ready to pass on to the
afterlife. Lativia had been dead for hundreds of years but had still not passed
on, for her work overlooking Witchland and its forest was not yet done. One
day, it would be, and she was beginning to welcome that time, for she was
growing very tired.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">A tiny troop of
Leekin faeries moved about the arms and legs of Lativia’s throne, placing
flowers into the holes between the woven boughs. They did that every day, as a
way to honor her as Queen of the Forest. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Lativia sipped
from a goblet of ghost wine, enjoying the blue fire as it spread down her
throat, engulfing her in tingly warmth. Being a ghost was always cold; the
magic wine was one of the few momentary sources of warmth that she could
cherish. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">“What else do
you need, my queen?” chirped one of the Leekins, buzzing on tiny brown wings
before her nose.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Lativia smiled.
“I think it’s time I checked on Sarah, don’t you agree?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The Leekin
nodded excitedly and flew off into the woods. A huge bunch of Leekins soon returned,
flying in formation to carry the weight of a glowing crystal ball. They lowered
it to Lativia’s lap, where it sank through the spectral outlines of her legs.
Lativia could pass through things, and things could pass through her, for her
physical body was long gone and all that remained was her powerful soul<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Lativia smiled
even more broadly and began to draw her transparent ghostly hands over the
ball, summoning the blood bond she shared with her descendent, Sarah Spellwood.
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Gradually, the
fog inside the ball began to clear and an image of Sarah’s frizzy explosion of
red curls filled it. Lativia drew back a few feet with her mind and saw Sarah
was at a coffee shop ordering a vegan sandwich. Sarah’s love and respect for
animals always made Lativia proud. She noticed there was a conspicuous pale and
indented band of skin on Sarah’s ring finger where her huge diamond wedding
ring had once been. “That no-good husband of hers is finally gone!” Lativia
crowed with delight. But then she noticed that there were bags under Sarah’s
eyes, the bags of someone who had been up all night crying. Sarah must be
heartbroken, Lativia thought with a heavy heart. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The barista
serving Sarah froze when she saw Sarah’s last name on the credit card receipt.
“Um, are you related to . . . ?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Sarah drearily
raised her hand. “Yep, I’m descended from Lativa Spellwood.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">“That’s amazing!
I mean, have you ever been to Witchland and looked at the Lativia memorabilia?”
The barista’s pigtails wiggled with her excited body language, and Lativia felt
a swell of pride that people still remembered and even revered her. It had been
four centuries and she was still honored as the greatest witch of New England,
the one who had turned into a wolf and fought her way free of her captors at
the Salem Witch Trials!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">“Yep,” Sarah
said, her voice full of annoyance. It was clear she was ready to dash out of
the coffee shop. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">As good of a
lawyer as Sarah was, Lativia noticed how awkward she was around most people,
and how little she liked to disclose personal details, especially of her
magical ancestry. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Sarah was a
woman of facts and logic, which is why she fought the magical powers pulsing
through her like a current, trying to pull her back to her destiny. Her
resistance to her true self and her stubborn adherence to logical facts made
her unpopular with many people. Lativia yearned to watch Sarah blossom into her
beautiful potential. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">“Don’t you see?”
Lativia cried. “You are not meant to be in New York! You should be here,
following your calling, completing my work as a witch! You’re not happy there!”
But Sarah couldn’t hear these words.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">“Yes, yes,”
several Leekins agreed. A ghost who was standing near Lativia also nodded his
head. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Sarah trudged
out of the coffee shop, carrying her drink and the sandwich in a paper bag. A
man in a trench coat bumped into her, and she hastily checked her pockets to
ensure he had not pickpocketed anything. Then she continued on to her office, a
massive steel gray prison with spikes in the window ledges to repel pigeons. There
was no sign of life anywhere but for the scraggly maple planted out front of
the building and a few waxy tropical plants blooming inside the lobby. Lativia
groaned, feeling the despair and coldness of the place. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">“It’s time for
you to come here, to your destined home,” Lativia declared. “My Leekins have
told me about the Hunter tracking lynx and the land surveyors, and I sense that
there is about to be trouble in the forest.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">At the mention
of the Hunter, the Leekins gathered around her throne began to turn blue and
tremble in terror. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">“I am not strong
enough to fight these battles much longer, so I need you to come home, to come
into your true self. Your marriage fell apart of its own accord, and I sense
your job is about to unravel on its own, too. You can’t fight destiny,” Lativia
said, giving the group of hovering Leekins their crystal ball back and shutting
her eyes. “I could use magic to bring you to your destiny sooner, but it is
evil to interfere with one’s life that way. I can only hope you don’t take much
longer.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">She opened her
eyes as the Leekins cried, “We need her!”</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b>About
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Melanie Snow is the pen name for
Wendy Van de Poll, a bestselling author, pet loss grief coach, and animal
medium. She is the author of The Spellwood Witches, a paranormal cozy mystery
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Her books weave together positive
magic, snarky forest faeries, and insightful animals with fun and eclectic
humor. True life adventures and intuition are woven into her stories laced with
unbridled imagination. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">She has been followed by wild
wolves in minus 60 degrees, hissed at by a mama bobcat, and played ball with a
wild owl—among other animal encounters. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Morrigan’s Blood<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Crow’s Curse<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Book One<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Laura Bickle<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Genre: Urban Fantasy<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Publisher: Syrenka Publishing LLC<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Date of Publication: Sept. 25, 2020<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">ASIN: B08B9TJ4V9<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Number of pages: 188<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Word Count: 57000<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Tagline: Garnet has the blood of the legendary Morrigan – and legions of vampires and witches will go to war to possess that power.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Garnet has the blood of the legendary Morrigan – and legions of vampires and witches will go to war to possess that power.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">As a trauma surgeon, Garnet Conners has seen more than her fair share of blood. But when one of her patients walks off the operating table and disappears into the night, she finds herself caught in a war between legions of vampires and witches in her city.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Garnet has dreamed of bloody battlefields for years – and a mysterious lover who controls a kingdom. In her waking life, Garnet is shocked to meet that man in a club. Merrel knows her from another life, a life in which she was the legendary Morrigan, goddess of death and war.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Garnet rejects the notion of magical incarnations altogether. But she falls in with Sorin, a handsome warlock who’s determined to protect the former bootlegger city of Riverpointe from a secret society of vampires. Haunted by crows and faced with undeniable proof of magic, Garnet scrambles to protect her career and loved ones from magical violence.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Abducted by vampires who seek to turn her into a vampire against her will, can Garnet seize the power of the legendary Morrigan to forge her own path in her embattled city? Or will she be forced to serve as a fearsome weapon in a deadly nocturnal war?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “What have you
got for me tonight, folks?” I asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> I
backed through the doors of the operating theater, butt-first, gloved hands
lifted before me to keep them clean. I took small steps, mindful not to lose
traction. Those thin booties were slick, and I’d fallen on my ass on more than
one occasion when I made sudden moves. Tonight, I was determined to get through
surgery in an upright position and not have to scrub in twice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> One
of the nurses read from notes on a computer terminal. “This guy was found in
the parking lot of a closed bowling alley. Speculation is that he took a trip or
two through the pin setting machine and got badly torn up.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “Well,
that’s a first.” I turned toward the operating room table. The light was so
bright that hardly any shadows were cast in the room. They focused on the
unholy mess on the middle of my table.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> This.
I’m supposed to fix this. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> A
man lay, unconscious, on the table. His chest was torn open, flaps of skin
oozing onto wads of gauze and a paper sheet. His face was a mass of blood, now
being daubed at with sponges. The anesthesiologist had found his mouth to
thread a tube down, and someone had managed to get an IV started in one of his
scraped-up arms. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> My
nose wrinkled under my mask. “What do the X-rays show? How deep does the damage
go? Did he get a CT?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> A
nurse clicked on a flatscreen monitor that displayed a carousel of CT images.
I squinted at them, muttering dark
oaths. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “Radiologist
says it looks like a lacerated pancreas, punctured lung, and two rib
fractures,” the nurse said. The image switched to the head, and he said: “Also
the bonus of a fractured orbital bone.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> I
stared at the CTs. “Let’s start with that lung. We leave the pancreas, and call
plastic surgery on that orbital bone. This guy’s going to need all the king’s
horses and all the king’s men to put him back together again.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “Will
do.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> I
gazed down at the poor suffering bastard. I liked seeing the imaging, but I
preferred to get a good visual with my own eyes on my patients. Sometimes
X-rays and CTs didn’t tell me everything I needed to know about what to start
sewing where. Something about seeing where the blood moved and pooled in an
injured person gave me an idea of where to begin. The blood always led me to
where I needed to direct my attention. Where it spurted required my immediate
expertise. Where it clotted or moved lazily, I could wait a bit. When blood
drained out of a limb and had left it white, I needed to add more. I noted with
approval that he was already receiving a transfusion. As long as blood was
moving, there was a chance for him<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> I
frowned at his chest and touched the edges of the rends in his flesh with
gloved fingers. Those were ragged and would have to be cut clean before I sewed
him back up. I could see the edge of one of those protruding ribs, sticking up
like a finger. I glanced over his limbs, counting the usual four. Hey, it pays
to count. Count twice, cut once. I mentally cataloged bruises and scrapes,
nothing that needed my immediate attention, though I flagged the palms of his
hands to get a few stitches from the surgical resident. Looked like defensive
wounds, like the guy had tried to fight the pin machine, but lost. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> My
eyes moved up to his face. One blackened eye was swollen shut. My fingers and
gaze wandered over his scalp, checking for major wounds, when I spied a
laceration at his throat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> I
gently probed it with gloved hands. Some kind of puncture…the machine must have
caught him near a seeping vein. It had nearly dried up, smelling rusty and not
like the bright, coppery blood of his more critical wounds. It could still take
a few extra stitches.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> I
stared down at the unfortunate guy’s oozing chest. Peeling back a flap of skin,
I felt around for the collapsed lung. My finger quickly squished around and
found the hole, and I extended my free hand for a scalpel. Time to get this
party started…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> …when
the patient sat bolt upright on the table. His good eye was open, rolling. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> I
yanked my hands back and yelped at the anesthesiologist, “Curt, what the actual
hell?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> The
OR erupted in a flurry of activity. The anesthesiologist arrived at the patient’s
side with a syringe, while nurses tried to push the patient back down. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> But
he was flailing, windmilling with his arms like a pro wrestler in the ring. The
IV ripped out of his arm, and the line slashed back at the anesthesiologist,
whipping across his face. The patient reached up and ripped the tube out of his
throat. His foot caught an instrument tray, sending scalpels flying. His blood
line yanked away, spewing crimson all over the floor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> I
held my hands out, using my most calming voice. Not that I had a particularly
calming voice; I was a surgeon. We don’t talk to patients. But I tried: “You’re
safe. I’m your doctor, Dr. Conners. If you just lie back, we’ll make you
comfortable and—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> The
guy shrieked and launched himself off the table. The paper sheet tangled around
his legs, and he grasped it around his waist as he put his shoulder down and
aimed for the door. His shoulder hit me in the arm, and I slipped on my
booties, landing on my ass on the tile floor. The patient launched through the
swinging doors and disappeared down the hall.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> I
swore and ripped my booties off my sneakered feet. I clambered to my feet and
punched the intercom at the door with my elbow. “Security, code orange at OR
6.” I couldn’t say: I’ve got a runner taking off down the hall. Please send
somebody to stop him, because anyone listening to that would freak the hell
out, and I would get a talking-to from HR.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> I
straight-armed the door and took off after the guy. I had no idea how the hell
this man was still walking around. Those injuries should have flattened him,
and he’d been anesthetized. I had graduated med school with Curt a few years
ago, and knew him not to be a careless anesthesiologist who played on his phone
in the OR. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> The
patient skidded down the hallway, landing at a dead end, where a window
overlooked the parking lot. The sun had just set, and the sky was the violet
color of a fresh bruise. I approached him slowly, like I was herding a feral
cat. I tugged my mask down to try and give him a human face to look at.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “Hey,
it’s okay. It’s gonna be okay,” I murmured soothingly. I wanted to keep him
here until security arrived. If he got even further loose and hurt himself,
that would be one obnoxiously long incident report. And an even more involved
surgery after that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “No,
no,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s not gonna be okay. The bloodsuckers found
me…and the Lusine couldn’t protect me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “I
don’t know who that is,” I said, thinking that the guy had probably run afoul
of some loan sharks. Maybe the mob? “But you’re safe here. We can protect you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “No,”
he gasped, his face twisted in agony. “No one can protect me. And no one can
protect Emily.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> He
turned toward the window, backed up a few steps.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “No,
wait…” I could see what he was trying to do, and I was helpless to stop it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> He
rushed the window, aiming for it with his shoulder. All the latches on the
hospital windows on patient floors were welded shut, but this wasn’t an area
where conscious patients had access, and the window was not secured against
suicide attempts. The glass buckled under his shoulder, the window crumpled
away, and he pitched through in a hail of glass into the falling darkness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> I
rushed to the window and stared down at the parking lot in horror. Three
stories down, the patient sprawled on the parking lot blacktop, flattened like
a bug under a shoe.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Curt
had come up behind me. “Oh, my god, Garnet…did he…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “He
jumped,” I said, my heart in my mouth. I turned and ran to the stairwell,
barking at him. “Get a gurney and the ER team.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> I
burst into the stairwell, taking the steps two at a time. As I rounded the
third curve, my path was blocked by a tall, dark-haired man in a brown velvet
blazer and jeans. He was the type of guy that I might have liked to meet in my
off-time—he had a kind of scholarly intensity in his hazel gaze and a bit of
roguishness in the stubble that covered his sharp jaw. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “Stand
aside,” I blurted. “Emergency!” As if my bloody gloves and surgical gown
weren’t warning enough.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> But
he blocked my path, one hand on either stair rail, his long arms spanning the
length of the stairwell. “That man is dangerous,” he growled softly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “That
man is under my care,” I announced, lifting my chin. I walked into the man,
figuring that he would give way to my outstretched bloody gloves. Like a normal
person would.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">. But
he didn’t. My sticky gloves nearly mashed into the velvet of his jacket, and he
didn’t flinch. This close, he smelled like old books and moss. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “You
can’t go down there,” he said. His voice was soft, but insistent. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> My
eyes narrowed. “You don’t get to tell me where to go,” I chirped petulantly. I
ducked under his arm, darting out of his reach, and barreled down the steps the
remaining way to ground level.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> I
rushed out into the parking lot and stopped short. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “What
the actual hell—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> The
patient peeled himself off the ground and crawled to his feet. He reminded me
of a half-dead insect when he did so, shaking and rickety and dripping blood. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> That’s
impossible, I thought. There was no way that a human being could do that. I took
two steps toward him…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> …and
a dozen people flitted out of the darkness, from the shadows beneath cars and
behind shrubs. The overhead parking lot lights, haloed by moths, illuminated
their long shadows on the pavement. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> I
breathed a sigh of relief. The squad was here and would get him stable, get him
back to my OR. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> But…my
brow wrinkled. That wasn’t the squad. Nobody was in uniform. They converged on
him as he turned, screaming. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “Stop!”
I shouted. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Heads
turned toward me. Their faces were moon-pale and glistening in the lamplight. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> The
man in the velvet jacket grabbed my arm, dragging me back. “You want no part of
this.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “Don’t
tell me what I want,” I growled. I stomped on his instep and twisted my arm to
break his grip at the weakest part, the thumb. I whirled and ran toward the
fracas.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> The
shadowy people had plucked my patient off the pavement, clotting around him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> I
yelled at them, the way I might yell at pigeons in the park who were eating my
dropped French fries. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Overhead,
the parking lot lights shattered, one by one, in a series of pops. Someone had
a gun. I flinched back, shielding my face from flying shards of plastic with my
hands, as I was suddenly plunged into darkness. I heard fighting, yelling, as
if a gang war had broken out in front of me, roiling in the dark where no one
could see. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Or
at least, as dark as things could get in Riverpointe. Riverpointe was a
decently sized city, and ambient light filtered back quickly from the freeway,
headlights on the access road to the hospital, and the hospital’s helipad
above.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> As
my vision adjusted, I realized I was alone. The people who were trying to
abduct my patient, my patient…even that fascinating-smelling velvet guy…all
were gone. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Ambulance
lights flashed at the end of the parking lot, approaching me. Behind me, I
heard the hammering of footsteps on the stairwell. Security spilled out behind
me, along with a few cops who’d been hanging out in the nurse’s lounge. The
EMTs pulled up to the curb, and there were all of a sudden a couple dozen
people churning in a uniformed cloud around me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “Where’d
the guy go?” a security guard asked me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> A
moth that had once orbited the parking lot lights flitted down and smacked my
face. I batted at it, grimacing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “I
don’t know,” I whispered, stunned. “He was just…taken.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> The
moth landed on the ground on its back, wiggling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> With
bloody fingers, I picked it up and placed it gently in a nearby shrub. Lights,
voices, and radios crackled around me. Questions rose and fell, directed at me
in a tide of inquiries I couldn’t answer. But I stared at the bloody moth,
stained by my touch, as it sought a safe place among the churning shadows and
light.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Nicholas Conley<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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Date of Publication: September 15, 2020<o:p></o:p></div>
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Billy Jakobek has always been different. Born with strange and powerful psychic abilities, he has grown up in the laboratories of Thorne Century, a ruthless megacorporation that economically, socially, and politically dominates American society.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Every day, Billy absorbs the emotional energies, dreams, and traumas of everyone he meets—from his grandmother’s memories of the Holocaust, to the terror his sheer existence inflicts upon his captors—and he yearns to break free, so he can use his powers to help others.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Natalia Gonzalez, a rebellious artist and daughter of Guatemalan immigrants, lives in Heaven’s Hole, an industrial town built inside a meteor crater, where the poverty-stricken population struggles to survive the nightmarish working conditions of the local Thorne Century factory. Natalia takes care of her ailing mother, her grandmother, and her two younger brothers, and while she dreams of escape, she knows she cannot leave her family behind.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When Billy is transferred to Heaven’s Hole, his chance encounter with Natalia sends shockwaves rippling across the blighted landscape. The two outsiders are pitted against the all-powerful monopoly, while Billy experiences visions of an otherworldly figure known as the Shape, which prophesizes an apocalyptic future that could decimate the world they know.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“So,” Roseanna
said, “according to my superiors, young Billy came to the attention of Thorne
Century due to his long medical history.” She opened her folder and riffled
through. “Dozens of child therapists, doctors, prescriptions, treatments… wide
range of disease symptoms and ailments as well as wild mood swings but no
evidence of any physical illness or precise mental disorder. The word
psychosomatic is bleeding from these papers. I don’t buy it.” Roseanna leaned
forward. “I think it all fits a certain pattern.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“The doctors
don’t understand.” Tzeitel bit her lip, paused, then spoke again. “Neither do
his parents, though I love them. No. They merely say that he imagines things.
Hallucinations, they claim.” She glanced at her frail grandson still shivering
in the humidity. “I disagree. He often gets sick, but the sickness comes not
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“As a baby, he
constantly changed personalities, like this”—Tzeitel snapped her fingers—“depending
on who held him. Smiling or shrieking, it flipped constantly, and whenever he
cried, all of us cried with him for no reason. Not like a normal baby. His
brother was not like this, either.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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extreme when he got older. But when others are sick…” She knotted her fingers.
“He goes to them, touches the place it hurts, and the pain goes away. It goes
inside him, instead, until it fades. Very strange.” She frowned. “When people
are sad? He walks into a room, makes himself smile—poof, no one is sad anymore,
except he becomes sad. Sometimes, I catch him sneaking out across town to help
people who are troubled.” She eyed him. “I don’t like it when he does that,
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Doctor, my grandson
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things that, perhaps, the world is not ready for.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Sea Temptress Series<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Book One<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Kimberley Cale<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Genre: Fantasy romance<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">ASIN: B08D7T8YSK<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Number of pages: 155<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Tagline: She was just supposed to be a myth. He was just supposed to be a stupid pirate. Who knew?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Ruthless pirate captain Quinn O’Connor is bent on getting revenge on the creatures who wrecked his ship and killed his crew. When he claims their leader as his captive, he doesn’t expect the scorching consequences that come with being stranded with her on a mysterious island.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">A beautiful sea temptress…<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Lorelei, a daughter of Poseidon, is willing to bargain with the dangerous pirate who captured her in order to save the ones she loves. He believes the worst of her and her kind, and when he drags her onto dry land, turning her beautiful tail into a pair of unsteady legs, she’s not sure if she’ll be able to return home—and soon she starts to wonder if she really wants to.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Magic and mayhem bring them together…<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">With each smoldering kiss, each heated touch, their desire blazes higher. Can they overcome misunderstandings and monstrous enemies seeking to tear them apart? Will a mermaid challenge her fate for the love of a pirate? Will the vengeful pirate give up his revenge and take on a god to save his mermaid?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">He’d make her pay. He vowed it. Quinn sat with his unconscious prey in
the only remaining rowboat. With red-rimmed eyes, he watched as his ship, his
pride and joy, <i>The Mayhem,</i> was
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fiery devastation on the dark waters, while billowing black smoke overshadowed
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">He would not look away, not from the sweltering heat of the flames,
nor from the acrid stench of burning oiled wood and sail. Not even the vile smell
of human flesh set afire could make him avert his gaze. He wanted to imprint
this sight into his brain, so when he was ready to punish the murderous little
creature he had captured and plucked from the sea, he would not falter. He
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">He stared at her now, and hatred raged in his heart. Her face, so
deceptively innocent, did not fool him. Relentlessly, he rowed towards the
little island not far off while his thoughts churned on the treachery of women.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Having once been played the fool by a pretty face in his checkered
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The one taking up space in his rowboat had scuttled his ship and
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Quinn collapsed back into the bow of the rowboat. His weary mind
drifted back to before the mermaid had invaded his life. Memories took on a
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Her family will tell you that from the time she was a child she has rarely been without a journal in hand building worlds for her characters to live in and exciting obsoletes for them to overcome.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">With a few college and online writing courses under her belt, Kimberley is constantly learning how to improve her writing craft online, While she worked for an insurance company, part of her job involved writing letters to claimants. These were sad tales that should have started with sorry for your loss. Later she worked in the safety industry and wrote many a safety manual for different companies. Unfortunately not one manual included an ounce of romance in it. Finally after years of research, which involved reading a great variety of romance novels well into the night, she decided to pursue her writing passion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The Haunting on Palm Court<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Stephanie Edwards<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Date of Publication: Sept. 1, 2020 <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">ISBN: 9781735169101 <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">ASIN: B089QXJHPV<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Number of pages: 252<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Cover Artist: Stephanie Edwards<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Tagline: He refused to leave her alone, even after his death<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">After Blake Nelson catches her abusive fiancé, Parker, with another woman, she seeks serenity at her late grandmother’s beach cottage. He follows Blake to the island and attempts to kill her, but instead, he dies in an accident while fleeing the police.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">His malevolent spirit returns to the cottage to finish what he started. The haunting intensifies when Blake reconnects with her first love, Clint. Will Blake discover how to banish Parker before it’s too late?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The last bit of
winter wind pierced her flesh as she put on the cardigan. She sat down on the
worn decking boards on the widow’s walk. Pulling the sweater down over her
knees, she allowed the waves to impart their healing magic, calming her as much
as possible.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Once she had
experienced all the bitter wind she could handle, Blake went back downstairs.
She caught her reflection in the foyer mirror. Her eyes swollen and red, and
her skin chapped from the wind. Nancy reached out to comfort Blake.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“I’m staying
with you tonight. You shouldn’t be alone. By the way, Clint is sleeping in his
patrol car in the driveway.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Please tell him
to go home,” Blake said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Nancy walked
outside for a moment. When she returned, she put her hands on her hips. “He
refuses to leave you.” She gave Blake a meaningful wink, but Blake was in no
place to pick up on hints, regardless of their level of subtlety. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Goodnight,
Nancy. Thanks for staying with me.” Blake walked upstairs to her room. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She squirmed in
bed for hours. Parker had hurt her; still, his death saddened her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">After falling
into a fitful sleep, her unrest turned into a series of disturbing dreams and
frightening images. In a state between nightmare and wakefulness, she woke in a
cold sweat, with a pounding headache. A prickly sensation tingled across her
body. She turned. Parker lay behind her, smirking. Paralyzed with fear, Blake
sat frozen in her bed, staring at him. His wasn’t the first spirit she’d seen,
not by a longshot. But seeing him, her heartrate sped up, and her breathing
turned shallow. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">His face
illuminated by the light of the full moon, Parker smiled and traced the outline
of her face with his index finger. He leaned in to kiss her, but she jumped out
of bed. He began inching toward her, but Blake flipped the mattress onto the
floor. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Blake turned on
the lamp on her bedside table. When her eyes adjusted, Parker had disappeared.
She bent over to check under her bed, jumping when she accidentally stepped on
one of Willow’s squeaky toys. She breathed a sigh of relief when she kicked
aside the plush stuffed animal.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Someone knocked
on her bedroom door. She called out, “Yes?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“What’s the
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Blake opened the
door. Nancy rubbed her eyes. “I had a nightmare that Parker was in bed with
me,” Blake said. “When I woke up, he was there. It’s the creepiest feeling I’ve
ever experienced.” She shivered. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Nancy gasped and
placed her hands on her cheeks. “Oh, my word! Are you all right?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“I’m frightened,
but I’m okay.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Blake’s chest
caved inward. Over the past year, she had faced some traumatic, life-altering
events. As an empath, Blake was no stranger to interacting with spirits, but
Parker’s was the first who had frightened her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Will he come
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Nancy hugged her
but didn’t say a word, unusual for her. She had to be hiding something. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“What aren’t you
telling me?” Blake demanded. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Nancy put her
finger to her lips. “It’s a long story for another day, but you’re not alone in
seeing spirits. It’s part of your family’s past, and mine for that matter. Just
trust me, it’ll be okay.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Blake threw her
hands into the air. “But…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Nancy shook her
head. “Shh, honey. Not right now. Please calm down. It’s late. Get some rest.
We’ll take care of Parker all in good time.”
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physical exhaustion had taken its toll on Blake. She returned to her bed but
did not sleep for the rest of the night. Every time she drifted off, Parker’s
dead eyes stared at her, boring a hole into her soul.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The Warrior’s Progeny<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The Heaven and Earth Series<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Jeny Heckman<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Genre: Paranormal/Fantasy Romance<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Publisher: The Wild Rose Press<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Date of Publication: 07/27/2020<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">ISBN (Paperback): 978-1-5092-3219-2<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">ISBN (Digital): 978-1-5092-3220-8<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Number of pages: 424<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Word Count: 102,620<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Tagline: If love dies, can it be reborn…only stronger?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Colton Stone is a newly traded tight end whose reputation is as battered as his football helmet. When he receives a vacation invitation from his new teammates, he accepts. There he collides with Dr. Lillian Morgan, a pediatric cardiovascular surgeon, and doesn't know what to think.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">A widow with two children, Lilly is looking forward to her friends' wedding. When she meets Colton Stone, his arrogant attitude only makes her long for the love she took for granted. Lilly struggles between letting go of her perfect past for an uncertain future.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Strange events occur, out of the realm of normal consciousness. When black energy touches their world Colt and Lilly become the pawns of the immortal Greek gods. Is the love developing between them natural, or part of a larger prophecy?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Book Trailer: <a href="https://youtu.be/zy5nbMGQoCg">https://youtu.be/zy5nbMGQoCg</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Colt’s body
temperature heated until his helmet, now that of a Trojan, melted and became
part of his skull. Painful, thick, fire plumes ignited from the sides of his
head and curved toward the sky, until they solidified in a solid line down the
middle of the helmet. Black snake-like smoke wafted up from the earth and
encircled his ankles and wrists, locking him into place. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The smoke turned
into bindings and massaged tentacles over his chest and phallus. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">He looked over
at Lilly, who now knelt helpless as her skin became dusky, then turned a
brilliant shade of blue. However, the color became an iridescent hue that
reminded him of something just outside the confines of his mind. Her skin
bubbled, separated, and formed into thousands of compact hairs. Small points
protruded from her shoulders and down her arms until they freed themselves from
the surface of her skin, as she screamed. Several long, hollow shoots grew,
lengthening into the elegant, arching rods, as more buds sprouted from them and
turned into thready feathers. As the feathers lengthened, green and blue eyes
opened in intervals. At a screech of transformation, Lilly turned into a peacock,
whose tail plumed out in a perfect fan. A feathered diadem lifted from her
skull and the beautiful eyes all blinked at him. He wanted to mate with her,
devour her, possess her, and bellowed out an unearthly warrior battle cry.
Breaking his bonds, he charged at her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Award-winning author, Jeny Heckman, was born in Bellingham, Washington, and was the youngest of two daughters. She met her husband, Jeff, in August 1992, and eloped three months later, at Magen’s Bay, on St. Thomas, U.S.V.I.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">She wrote her first book, the Catch, in a few short months but took several years before she gained the courage to self-publish it at her son’s urging, and her love for writing began.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">In 2018, Jeny knew her next project would be a series that showed adults could have adventures in the paranormal-fantasy genre too. So, she created the Heaven & Earth series, a story of doomed Greek gods and their only salvation, their modern-day descendants. Her first book of the series, the Sea Archer, was immediately picked up by the New York publishing house, the Wild Rose Press, and won, “Best in Category” from the 2018 Chanticleer International Book Awards.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">In the year 2020, Jeny released, Dancing Through Tears, a short story from the anthology, Australia Burns: Volume Two, highlighting the Route 91 massacre from the perspective of one family at the concert, and at Mandalay Bay. She also intends to release, the Warrior’s Progeny, and Dee’s Cornucopia, in 2020, continuing the Heaven & Earth Series.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Jeny lives in Washington State with her husband of over twenty-eight years.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Website: <a href="https://jenyheckman.com/">https://jenyheckman.com/</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">By<a href="https://www.simonandschuster.com/authors/Roxanne-Rhoads/170103203"> Roxanne Rhoads</a></b></div>
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Pumpkins and Party Themes features ten unique party themes with five do-it-yourself pumpkin designs for each theme. The pumpkin projects have a variety of decorating ideas that include carving, painting, and mixed media craftiness and easy-to-follow steps on each creation. Author Roxanne Rhoads also includes quick ideas on how to bring the theme to life through décor, costumes, and activities. These fun party themes range from gothic elegance to Edgar Allan Poe, under the sea, let's get literary, and more!<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Roxanne Rhoads is an author, book publicist, mixed media crafter, and lover of all things spooky.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Her books include the Amazon Bestseller <b><i>Haunted Flint</i></b> and <b><i>Pumpkins and Party Themes : 50 DIY Designs to Bring Your Halloween Extravaganza to Life</i></b>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<script src="https://widget-prime.rafflecopter.com/launch.js"></script>Kay Phoenixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009860925909022188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954799014490581967.post-85229901990562850202020-08-16T19:00:00.001-07:002020-08-16T19:00:01.552-07:00#52WeeksofGratitude - week 33<p> </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Week 33</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Something You Look Forward To</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I always look forward to talking to my son about his school day. I love hearing everything that he's learning, but more important, his reactions to it. He has such keen insight into his peers, and teachers. He is quite an expert observer. I'm so glad!</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Love and Peace,
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Kay
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do this?</span></span></span></p>
<p style="background: transparent; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">To
exercise fingers on the keyboard.</span></span></span></p>
<p style="background: transparent; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It’s
only one post a week.</span></span></span></p>
<p style="background: transparent; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Positivity
is a great energy conductor.</span></span></span></p>
<p style="background: transparent; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
have lots to be grateful for!</span></span></span></p>
<p style="background: transparent; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It’ll
be fun! (maybe?)</span></span></span></p>
<p style="background: transparent; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Join
me, if you dare.</span></span></span></p>
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</p><br /><p></p>Kay Phoenixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009860925909022188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954799014490581967.post-19239475038214760162020-08-16T18:00:00.003-07:002020-08-16T18:00:04.096-07:00#52WeeksofGratitude - week 32<p> </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Week 32</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">A City You’ve Visited</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I Heart NY! I totally do! It’s such
a vibrant, lovely place, full of inspiration and intrigue. Every
corner bears something new and exciting. The sights, the people, the
FOOD!</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Yep, I’m hooked!
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Love and Peace,
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><i><b>Kay
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do this?</span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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exercise fingers on the keyboard.</span></span></span></p>
<p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times, serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">It’s
only one post a week.</span></span></span></p>
<p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times, serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Positivity
is a great energy conductor.</span></span></span></p>
<p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times, serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">I
have lots to be grateful for!</span></span></span></p>
<p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times, serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">It’ll
be fun! (maybe?)</span></span></span></p>
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<b><span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Oblivious,
A Kendra Spark Novel<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Kendra
Spark Series <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Book
Four<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">S.
Peters-Davis<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Genre: Paranormal,
Suspense-Thriller, Romance<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Publisher: BWL Publishing, Inc.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Date of Publication: May 16, 2020
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<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Kindle 9780228614197<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">ISBN 9780228614234<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Number of pages: 267<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Word Count: 55,500<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Cover Artist: Michelle Lee<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Series Tagline: Kendra sees
ghosts, and then her BFF, Jenna, becomes one. The two friends and FBI agent
Derek Knight fight for justice to the victims of heinous crimes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Book Tagline: Kendra, Jenna, and
Derek, specialized FBI force of the supernatural, face-off with a Voodoo
Priestess turned evil witch, carrying a vengeance…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Book Description:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Kendra communicates with ghosts.
She’s gone from a best-selling suspense-mystery author to an FBI asset on a
secret mission team.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Jenna, an FBI criminal analyst
and Kendra’s best friend, died in a fatal accident, but she continues to work
for the team with Kendra’s translations.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Derek Knight, an FBI Special
Agent, leads the FBI-Violent Crimes Unit-Sensitive (better known as
Supernatural) Investigations team to fight evil entities disrupting the Earth
plane.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">A Voodoo Priestess turned evil
witch of the dark arts steps in with a vengeance…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">The world changes for Derek now
that he sees the dark spirits. But defeating them is no simple task, especially
when one resides inside someone on his team. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Oblivious much?</span></div>
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<b><span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;"><a href="https://amzn.to/2YXcJsU">Amazon</a> <a href="https://books2read.com/Oblivious">Universal
Link</a><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span face="" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif; font-size: 14pt;">Excerpt:<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span face="" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif; font-size: 14pt;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span face="" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">The
twenty-minute drive took about twelve. When I pulled in, an old silver Chrysler
LeBaron was parked outside the pole barn. I grabbed the Glock out of my
glovebox, then got out to check the inside of the car. Sassy Blaze lay in the
backseat, looking dazed. I opened the door to make sure she was alive. Her
pulse registered slow, and shaking her didn’t awaken her. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span face="" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“You’ve got
bigger problems than Miss Witchy-Pants there.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span face="" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">I cracked my
head on the door frame of the car and a stream of vanilla scent invaded my
olfactory. “Good Gods, Jenna. Give me a little warning.” I sneezed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span face="" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Crazed
Gun-Slinger Darla is inside, waving a gun at Kendra’s head. She wants to know
where Bertellia and Estevez are.” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span face="" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">I ran to the
back-porch door and quietly let myself inside. Female voices. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span face="" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Jenna stood at
the open doorway, leading into the great room. She waved me closer then placed
a finger to her mouth for quiet.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span face="" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">I peeked inside.
Darla. Her eyes crazed and hair wild, she reminded me of a psychopath.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span face="" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“You’ll make
quite the vessel, or you’ll end up dead weight. We’ll see how good your ability
really is, Miss Kendra Spark. You’ve been a real sliver in my spine, and I will
never forgive you for the annoyance you’ve been to Bertellia and Estevez. I can
no longer reach them, so you’ll have to share what you’ve done to silence them.
What sort of prison have you confined them in?” Darla’s voice came across
shrill, heavy on the southern accent, I’d never heard her sound like that
before.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span face="" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">I stepped inside
the house. Kendra sat on the couch, staring toward the fireplace. Darla, eyes
wide, stood behind her, pointing a gun at Kendra’s head, and then they both
looked my way.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span face="" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Well, Mr.
Knight, you’re finally here. Miss Kendra remains pretty much speechless, so I’m
hoping you can answer my questions about where Bertellia and Estevez have
gone.” Darla waved her gun at me, her arm jerky and wild, then she pointed it
back at Kendra. Darla’s fingers squeezed Kendra’s shoulder. “Where are they?” A
grimace of malice crossed Darla’s face, something else from her I’d never
witnessed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span face="" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“What’s happened
to you, Darla?” I shook my head, holding my weapon down at my side, out of
view. “Did your aunt do something to influence this behavior? Why are you
talking with an accent? That’s not you at all.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span face="" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“I’m going to
shoot this woman if you don’t tell me what I want to know. For the last time,
where’s Bertellia and Estevez?” Her eyes narrowed to slits, and her lips
pinched into a snarl. Her grip tightened on the pistol held at Kendra’s temple.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span face="" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Jenna screamed,
“Her tells say she’s gonna do it, Derek.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span face="" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">The house phone
rang, startling Darla. Kendra dropped sideways onto the couch cushions. I took
that moment to aim and shoot. I hit Darla’s shoulder. Her gun flew to the floor
in front of the sofa, and she fell backward with a thud. I rushed the couch and
vaulted over the top, landing next to her. She lay on the floor with her
eyelids fluttering, the bullet entered on the right side just below her collar
bone. I gently rolled her to see the backside. The wound looked like a
through-and-through. I pressed my hands on both sides of her body to staunch
the blood flow.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span face="" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Suddenly, a dark
shadow in the form of a blurry faceless mannequin emerged from Darla’s body and
ran toward the open porch doorway. Darla passed out in my arms, and the shadow
disappeared.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">About
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<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">S. Peters-Davis writes
multi-genre stories, but loves penning a good page-turning suspense-thriller,
especially when it’s a ghost story and a romance. When she’s not writing,
editing, or reading, she’s hiking, RV’ing, fishing, playing with grandchildren,
or enjoying time with her favorite muse (her husband) in Southwest Michigan. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">PHANTASIA: A Bad Day On Olympus</b></span><br />
<b style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Phi Athanatoi Series<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></b><br />
<b style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Book Two</b><br />
<b style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">EFTHALIA</b><br />
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<span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Genre: Paranormal/Fantasy Romance</span><br />
<span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Publisher: Olympus International Management Services </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Date of Publication: 19/5/20</span><br />
<span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">ISBN:</span><span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">978-0648785422 (print)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">ISBN: 9780648785408 (e-book)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">ASIN:</span><span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">B083TBWNPH</span><br />
<span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Number of pages: 327</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Cover Artist: Lee Hyat</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Tagline:</span><span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">She’s following Zeus’ orders. He’s struggling to protect her. Is love their biggest weakness or their best hope for saving the world?</span></div>
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Torn apart by separate missions, can their love survive an impending apocalypse?<o:p></o:p><br />
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Demigod ex-cop Carissa Alkippes is hellbent on clearing her father’s name. But when she’s sidetracked into saving Zeus’ life, she’s forced into a dangerous mission to locate missing deities. To find them, she must face a horde of bloodthirsty demons.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Xen Lyson shouldn’t dwell on Carissa when he’s supposed to be stopping demons from feasting on humanity. But the sexy vampire worries her solitary journey to Olympus will put her in grave danger. And with absent gods causing devastating natural disasters, he must trust her father, Ares, to keep her safe.<o:p></o:p></div>
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With every mortal sphere at risk, Carissa races to retrieve a magical codex believed to hold the key to defeating her enemy. And when Xen discovers the true source of the threat, saving both humans and gods will put his own immortality in jeopardy.<o:p></o:p><br />
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In between battling Titans, gods, missing keys, and baklava can Carissa and Xen summon the power to conquer the sinister foe and return to each other’s arms?<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">Excerpt:<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">Xen’s personal
gymnasium had been designed to take the brunt of rough exercise. His Phi
Athanatoi, a warrior group of vampires and werewolves who protected mankind,
usually trained there. Tonight, though, this space belonged to Carissa and her
father - Ares. She rubbed her ass for the twentieth time, the exact number of
times she’d been thrown in their kung fu practice. Each time she hit the mat
like a piece of tangled spaghetti. Her father had appeared when they returned
from her visit with her yiayia. Perfect timing or coincidence? She couldn’t
decide. She had yet to fill in her father on what she had discussed with
Yiayia. It would have to wait until after they finished his so-called test of
her ability to fight and use her power of compulsion. Yes, she had power but
she had no idea how to control it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">“Focus, kori
mou.” Ares brushed a few sweaty locks from his forehead. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">“It’s a little
tough to do that if you are in the air every minute.” She pushed up to her
elbows from her current starfish landing. Her energy would be depleted soon;
her fuel gauge pointed to empty.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">“Your mind
controls the power.” Ares held out his hand. Her fingers closed around his. A
flow of energy danced between them. Recognition. Daughter to Father. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"> “I thought you said when you returned, we’d be
paying Olympus a visit.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">“I need to know
that you can call forth your power in a crisis situation.” He pulled her up to
her feet. “You’ll be walking into the lion’s den. All they will see is a tasty
morsel.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">“How is tossing
me around like pasta training me?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">“Now, use your
power of compulsion.” His hands darted to her neck, “Stop me.” He commanded,
his fingers tightening, tightening, tightening around her throat. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">Time froze, expanded,
flipped to a moment in a warehouse where a demon had his claws around her
throat. Her life’s essence slowly extinguishing. Death had been close. Now it
was her father’s hold that choked her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">She spotted
Kane, Xen’s trusted right-hand man and wolf, holding Xen back. A roar cracked
and vibrated through the air. She had to summon her power.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">Her gaze
collided with her father’s. In the depth of his chocolate-colored eyes, she saw
flares of fire. Fire spiked and tingled through her body. Somewhere in a deep
chamber of her mind, she took control. “Release me.” The words a soft command. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">His grip
loosened, his hands falling away. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">She coughed to
stabilize her breathing. The air around her shifted, and Xen had her in his
arms before she could swallow her next bit of air.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">“Tell me why I
shouldn’t pierce my xiphos through your heart, Ares?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">“Relax, vampire.
I wasn’t going to harm my daughter.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">“Your practice
sessions leave my woman battered and bruised every time.” Xen inspected
Carissa’s throat. “I’ve been patient enough with all your methods. It ends
here. There will be no more.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">“Xen, it’s okay.
I’m okay.” Carissa tried to defuse the argument between god and immortal before
it got messy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">“My daughter is
right. If you weren’t in such a fit of rage, you would have seen that she
compelled me to stop with a whisper. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">“Whether she
stopped you or not, that was going too far.” He removed his hands from around
Carissa and closed the distance to Ares in two strides. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">Carissa watched
the nose to nose scene in slow-mo. She could see only one outcome in this - Xen
hurt.</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Easy…says it all right here:</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Love and Peace,
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><i><b>Kay
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do this?</font></font></font></p>
<p style="background: transparent; margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#222222"><font face="Times, serif"><font size="3" style="font-size: 11pt;">To
exercise fingers on the keyboard.</font></font></font></p>
<p style="background: transparent; margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#222222"><font face="Times, serif"><font size="3" style="font-size: 11pt;">It’s
only one post a week.</font></font></font></p>
<p style="background: transparent; margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#222222"><font face="Times, serif"><font size="3" style="font-size: 11pt;">Positivity
is a great energy conductor.</font></font></font></p>
<p style="background: transparent; margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#222222"><font face="Times, serif"><font size="3" style="font-size: 11pt;">I
have lots to be grateful for!</font></font></font></p>
<p style="background: transparent; margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#222222"><font face="Times, serif"><font size="3" style="font-size: 11pt;">It’ll
be fun! (maybe?)</font></font></font></p>
<p style="background: transparent; margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#222222"><font face="Times, serif"><font size="3" style="font-size: 11pt;">Join
me, if you dare.</font></font></font></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqdqH_QoNE_gAO2GnikBRJsJWGX8EtcqQ80MnlFSf_6PTkhghewHeTu36VoP2y5cSQO-ehgMYTf1UUKFx-dcO589q8cqY10cHMwnda2m8Z8BhML0qrlWepaMZKM4ir4LDp3Bwvud1CHhw/s1000/612568feb65a375c2c0de254dafd8363.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="728" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqdqH_QoNE_gAO2GnikBRJsJWGX8EtcqQ80MnlFSf_6PTkhghewHeTu36VoP2y5cSQO-ehgMYTf1UUKFx-dcO589q8cqY10cHMwnda2m8Z8BhML0qrlWepaMZKM4ir4LDp3Bwvud1CHhw/s320/612568feb65a375c2c0de254dafd8363.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Kay Phoenixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009860925909022188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954799014490581967.post-64456625051994861152020-07-29T02:00:00.003-07:002020-07-29T02:00:00.339-07:00Author M.C. Solaris<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Calypso’s Heart</b></span><br />
<b style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">An Orion’s Order Novel</b><br />
<b style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Book One</b><br />
<b style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">M.C. Solaris</b><br />
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<span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Genre: Paranormal Romance</span><br />
<span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Publisher: M.C. Solaris LLC</span><br />
<span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Date of Publication: Print Book 5/15/20</span><br />
<span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Date of Publication: eBook 7/20/20</span><br />
<span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">ISBN: 978-1-952655-00-5 Paperback</span><br />
<span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">ISBN: 978-1-952655-01-2 E-book</span><br />
<span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">ISBN: 978-1-952655-02-9 Hardcover</span><br />
<span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Number of pages: 665</span><br />
<span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Word Count: 180,000</span><br />
<span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Cover Artist: Mayhem Cover Creations</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Tagline: </span><i style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Sexy Shifters. Hot Vampires. Intriguing Immortals.</i></div>
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<i>If you enjoy Psy-Changeling and Black Dagger Brotherhood, this new series is right up your alley!</i><br />
<i><br /></i><i>Sexy shifters. Hot vampires. Intriguing immortals. Strong heroine. Sizzling romance. Page-turning plot full of emotion and excitement. Modern and fresh take on fated mates.</i><br />
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<b>Caly</b><br />
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Do you dream of ridiculously hot men? Okay, maybe you do. (And yes, I'm well aware I should lay off the romance books before bed.) But do you actually ever meet those men you dream about in real life? I didn't think so. That's probably a good thing though because I have... And these men from my dreams have done nothing but pull the rug of reality out from under me... which was how I fell and ended up in a world that I thought only existed in romance books.<br />
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My name is Caly (AKA Callie) and I'm just an ordinary single woman living the LA dream... paycheck to paycheck. Except whose dream is it? I'm not really sure... but it's not my dream. Especially because I have really weird dreams... like really weird. Then again, everyone has weird dreams, right?<br />
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<b>Blake</b><br />
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I am an alpha wolf shifter and leader of Orion's Order, a pack of... well, not wolves. We're an unconventional pack of highly skilled specian hunters that do one thing: hunt the evil in our world. And we were hired by SILE (Species Investigative Law Enforcement) to hunt a bloodthirsty criminal who is infamously untraceable. That was until an irresistible female brought an unexpected twist to our hunt and set things in motion... a motion that has left my pack and our world forever changed.<br />
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Welcome to The Order and a secret world of magic and mystery, where a pack of unlikely friends find love and fight against an ancient evil force.<br />
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Devour this addictive series at your own risk…<br />
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+ Happily Ever After<br />
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+ Steamy Paranormal Shifter Romance<br />
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+ Mature Content<br />
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<i>CALYPSO’S HEART is an adult paranormal wolf shifter romance. If you like swoon-worthy males, heroines with feminine strength, an engaging plot, satisfying relationships, steamy love stories, happy ever afters, and getting sucked into a supernatural story, then you’ll want to immerse yourself in the world of species! </i><br />
<i><br /></i><i>You’ll feel right at home if you’re a JR Ward, Nalini Singh, and Dannika Dark fan.</i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">"It has the elements you need - love, pain, heartache, action, revenge, some light comedy, etc. I thought the sex scenes were SPOT ON! Like damn those were great. I really felt immersed in it at times and I felt transported into the story." ★★★★★<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">“The descriptions and imagery are on point. It’s easy to picture the characters and scenes. I like the multiple POV shifts to better understand and immerse myself in the character’s mind. The sex scenes are steamy and kept me turning the pages." ★★★★★<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">With
her hand hovering over the door handle, her mind was flooded with thoughts of
how she hadn’t really thought this through. She jumped ten feet up in the air
when the door suddenly swung wide open.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">Blake.
Blake was standing there... in nothing but red boxer briefs. She swallowed at
the unexpected male underwear model scene. Meanwhile, she was only adding to
the scene by standing there in nothing but his white T-shirt which barely
covered her butt. Nope. Not awkward at all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">He
inhaled and immediately said, “Caly, what’s wrong?” His voice was low, morning
gravel.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">“I…
I had a nightmare,” she admitted on a shy whisper.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">Both
Blake and his wolf liked that she ran to him when she was scared. He would
protect her from anything and anyone. But he didn’t like that she was scared to
begin with.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">Still
half asleep and on autopilot, he picked her up and held her close to his chest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">“You’re
safe, Caly,” he reassured her and felt her body relax as she curled in closer.
It wasn’t until he was a few steps into his current mission that it hit him.
Walking Caly to his room in nothing but his boxers while all she wore was his
T-shirt, which he most definitely approved of, was so not a part of the
gentlemale plan. Fuck it. She needed him. Quietly shutting the door behind him,
he made his way to his bed and gently laid her down.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><i>Now what,
genius?</i>
he thought, as his sleepy state faded away a bit more. He was just standing
over her in nothing but his boxer briefs. <i>Yeah,
real gentlemale of you.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">“Blake?”
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">“Yeah,
Caly?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">Christ.
He wanted to punch himself. Maybe that would knock some sense into him instead
of standing there basically naked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">“Will
you… Will you stay? Please?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">Okay...
So, he wasn’t expecting that. But then again, she did come to him for comfort.
He wanted to say, <i>Caly, I will never
leave you.</i> But that probably wasn’t the brightest idea at the moment,
considering the boxer brief situation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">“Of
course," he said as his eyes automatically flicked toward the couch.
Before he could command his feet to move, she peeled back the covers next to
her and looked at him in question.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><i>Gentlemale.
Remember your gentlemale plan, </i>he thought, sliding into the bed next to
her and keeping a respectable distance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">That
was when he noticed the light coming from the bathroom. Remembering what Caly
said about it being complete darkness where she was held, he wanted to go round
two with the punches. He was so used to being able to see in the dark that it
didn’t register how dark his room was at night. He inwardly cursed. He
should’ve thought of that. He decided he was going to rectify the situation and
get her a night light. Actually, make that plural: night lights. Yeah, he was
going to light up his room like it was a Christmas tree.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><i>What are you
doing?</i>
Caly thought.<i> You’re now in bed next to
him practically naked. Again, notice how he is keeping his distance?
Congratulations. You’ve just breached the clinger scale and are now off the
charts.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">Laying
on their backs, with eyes glued to the ceiling, they both stayed silent for
several minutes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">“Blake?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">“Yeah,
Caly?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">“I’m
sorry. I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">Just come out
and say it, McClinger Queen.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">“I
just feel safe with you.” She paused. “I had a nightmare about…” Suddenly, she
had a lump in her throat. She swallowed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">M.C. Solaris’s life took an unexpected turn during the super blood moon eclipse on January 20, 2019. She woke up and began writing bios for her imaginary friends that she met that day. As soon as the pen hit the paper (or fingertips to the iPhone), she couldn’t stop. It was kind of like one of those fire hydrants, spewing copious amounts of water all over the place. The characters and their stories just flowed out of her. She is honored to be the scribe, getting to share her friends’ stories. You can read all about her gifted friends in the Orion’s Order series (Book 1 is Calypso’s Heart).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">On a personal note, M.C. Solaris is actually the pseudonym of Marina Schroeder, women’s health enthusiast and lover of all things paranormal romance (PNR) and happily ever after (HEA). When she is not curled up on the sofa with her partner’s oversized hoodie, a PNR novel, peppermint tea, and one of her three cats, you will find her either at the ocean with her toes in the sand or in a forest hugging a tree. Well truthfully? There is one more place you might find her: trolling the aisles of Whole Foods for a satisfying combination of salty and sweet while hiding in her partner’s hoodie… like any proper PNR-writing introvert.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Kay Phoenixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009860925909022188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954799014490581967.post-91663695921607258412020-07-23T05:00:00.000-07:002020-07-23T05:00:13.239-07:00#52WeeksofGratitude - week 30<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Your Current Age</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Oh my GOODNESS! Well, there it is…
my age.
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I’m thankful for the life I’ve
lived so far, with all its twists, turns and unexpected surprises and
blessings. I’ve seen not one but two active volcanoes in person,
traveled to some amazing destinations, and been picked out of
audiences to do crazy things on stage. I’ve also jumped out a
plane, and am looking forward to doing it again whenever I can!</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">My numerical age is irrelevant. I feel
26 and I haven’t aged a day since.
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I’m sticking to that.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Love and Peace,
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><i><b>Kay
</b></i></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS2a4Y0Twq1q73Mw1D7v1v3vbf1Z_FZsge3hIY2gci-hXWEgYE6-n7s3AzkEXjRO0PbOzGKEd9tp2YhpQicpHuQtN28JRvitr9nb4WAJ-3n3p2oTvpYeQqShQ2RFEf4sP03jrsAIcL0lE/s640/12097152586_f6340e7c77_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS2a4Y0Twq1q73Mw1D7v1v3vbf1Z_FZsge3hIY2gci-hXWEgYE6-n7s3AzkEXjRO0PbOzGKEd9tp2YhpQicpHuQtN28JRvitr9nb4WAJ-3n3p2oTvpYeQqShQ2RFEf4sP03jrsAIcL0lE/s320/12097152586_f6340e7c77_z.jpg" /></a></i></div><i><b><br /></b></i><p></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#222222"><font face="Times, serif"><font style="font-size: 11pt;">Why
do this?</font></font></font></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#222222"><font face="Times, serif"><font style="font-size: 11pt;">To
exercise fingers on the keyboard.</font></font></font></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#222222"><font face="Times, serif"><font style="font-size: 11pt;">It’s
only one post a week.</font></font></font></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#222222"><font face="Times, serif"><font style="font-size: 11pt;">Positivity
is a great energy conductor.</font></font></font></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#222222"><font face="Times, serif"><font style="font-size: 11pt;">I
have lots to be grateful for!</font></font></font></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#222222"><font face="Times, serif"><font style="font-size: 11pt;">It’ll
be fun! (maybe?)</font></font></font></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#222222"><font face="Times, serif"><font style="font-size: 11pt;">Join
me, if you dare.</font></font></font></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#222222"><font face="Times, serif"></font></font></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><font color="#222222"><font face="Times, serif"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkCOPjW4AyooQPpXgOTBBLi5RIXKnyNAG_cZDP2oO3RuWQFRz5u3yx7lvRQAgLbYxUDzvEi5qw_MdV5MdHMYvTqG9gdyV9uMwRiie5h79FFX6zq3XKgt2r5l4vmk9vgPQpMsc0VBTG-v4/s1000/612568feb65a375c2c0de254dafd8363.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="728" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkCOPjW4AyooQPpXgOTBBLi5RIXKnyNAG_cZDP2oO3RuWQFRz5u3yx7lvRQAgLbYxUDzvEi5qw_MdV5MdHMYvTqG9gdyV9uMwRiie5h79FFX6zq3XKgt2r5l4vmk9vgPQpMsc0VBTG-v4/s320/612568feb65a375c2c0de254dafd8363.jpg" /></a></font></font></div><font color="#222222"><font face="Times, serif"><font style="font-size: 11pt;"><br /></font></font></font><p></p><br />Kay Phoenixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009860925909022188noreply@blogger.com0