Moab, Utah is my
favorite vacation place. I’ve only been there once, but the serenity of the
desert has stayed with me over the years.
As an Army brat,
I’ve traveled around the world, but no place has touched me as Moab. The
scenery is breathtaking and the people are very laid back.
If you visit
Moab, remember it is a desert and the heat can be a killer. Make sure you have
a solid hiking plan. But every great reward has a little risk.
All my books are
centered in Central Texas, but maybe I oughta have a character travel to Moab.
Then I could go there for “research” purposes!
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Pink
Lock Picks and Sequined Witch Hats
Carla
Rehse
Genre: YA Urban Fantasy
Date of Publication: 7-24-17
ISBN: 978-1546514534
Number of pages: 286
Word Count: 78k
Fashion.
Dead bodies. And magic.
In
this fantastical and mysterious tale, seventeen-year-old lock pick Gracie Mason
finds herself inadvertently caught up in a world involving witches, bizarre
rituals, romance—and murder.
Book Description:
Witches must bond with humans in
order to produce children—and once the bond is made, it cannot easily be
unmade.
Imagine seventeen-year-old Gracie
Mason’s surprise when she accidently bonds with a witch named Asher. Sure, he’s
cute, but that’s beside the point. She’s not going to settle for a guy just
because she’s magically bound to him.
To dissolve the bond, Gracie must
seek out another witch to perform a magical rite. However, matters become
considerably more complicated when witches begin turning up dead. Wanting
nothing more than to get on with her life, Gracie must now team up with her
enchanter and wade deeper into a complex world of enchantment and intrigue.
Pink Lock Picks and Sequined
Witch Hats is an enthralling story of magic, mystery, and murder—and each new
twist will draw you further under its spell.
Excerpt:
Daddy told me
years ago that to succeed in life I need a strong plan, the right tools, and
the gumption to follow through. His words of wisdom helped me get elected
homecoming queen, become co-captain of the cheerleading squad, and voted on the
student council. Now I plan to use them to help me pull off my first burglary.
My plan is
solid. I’ve also never backed down from a challenge, not even last year when
Brittany Thomas became overly friendly with the entire football team in a sad
attempt to deprive me of my crown. People say I started the rumor about the
rash of STD cases spreading through the boys’ locker room faster than a brush
fire. I didn’t, of course. Why start gossip when the squad of doctors from the
local Health Department did it for me?
I take a deep
breath as I enter the Trinity Building. At almost four o’clock on a Friday
before a three-day weekend, the place is deader than a PTA meeting. It helps
that today is the hottest July first on record for Central Texas and the air
conditioning in this building is dismally subpar. The Trinity Corporation may
claim to have the most upscale rental space in town, but one look at the gold
leopard granite floor paired with peach-painted walls shows that’s a downright
fib.
The only guard
on duty leans back in his chair and sucks down a Sonic Route 44 Coke like his
life depends on it. I wave as I pass the security desk, wearing a megawatt
smile and fully confident in the strength of my lavender-scented Lavanila
deodorant—vegan, of course. Deputy Dawg gives me his usual perv stare before
returning to the comic book balanced on his knee.
Centex Therapy,
LPC occupies most of the first floor office space. A small bell tinkles when I
open the frosted glass door. What decorum the overall building lacks, the
waiting room has in spades. Brown leather chairs sit on a bamboo rug and pastel
paintings from local artists brighten the walls. A tall grandfather clock in
the corner softly chimes four times. This late on a Friday means the room is
empty of other patients. Perfect.
Jane, the
receptionist, fans herself with a copy of Country Living. “Cutting it awfully
close, Gracie. Go on in.”
Dr. McDozzle
gives me a pained smile as I enter the room.
“Good afternoon,
Miss Mason. Have a seat.” For a head shrinker, he’s incredibly formal. And a
non-Texan, who hates football and sweet tea. I haven’t learned much more about
him in the last month, but that’s enough to get him tarred and feathered if
word got out.
The leather
recliner squeaks when I sit down. “Thanks for seeing me on a Friday, Doc.” I
twirl a strand of newly highlighted platinum hair around my finger. It goes
wonderful with my bubblegum pink manicure. “Mr. Anderson, Daddy’s new lawyer,
is now insisting I have two sessions a month with you. Of course, Mama’s lawyer
says once a month is just fine, seeing how I’m such a well-adjusted high school
senior and all. Almost a senior, I guess, since school’s not started.”
Dr. McDozzle
straightens his glasses. “Yes, well, your parents do seem to have quite the
barrage of attorneys involved in their divorce. Have you worked on the homework
I gave you during our last session?”
This is such a
waste of time. My parents have spent the last five years embroiled in a divorce
dirtier than a greased pig-wrestling contest. Both sides of the family have
more money than sense, much to the delight of every lawyer in the tri-county
area. Not that I want my parents to get back together. Anytime they’re within
spitting distance of each other, the tension between them gives me a migraine.
Besides, if they hadn’t split up, I never would’ve met Ben.
Ben’s the son of
Daddy’s ex-girlfriend. Until four months ago, they all lived together in
Daddy’s condo. Ben is a sophomore at the local college and is truly hot, in a
geeky, stud muffin, save-the-world, kinda way. Crushing on my almost
stepbrother might seem a bit sketchy, but it’s legal—I Googled it twice.
Which means it’s
time to start step one in my Get Ben Plan.
I toss my hair
over my shoulder before pulling out a pink glitter notebook from my Eiffel
Tower-shaped mini-purse.
“You wanted me
to write down my feelings about my parents’ shared custody thing. Honestly, I
don’t understand why the lawyers are so panty-twisted about me spending a week
with Mama and the next with Daddy. It means I get double the wardrobe. Hello?
What girl would say no to that? It’s way better than Heather’s situation. I
told you about her last time, I think. The girl with the hideous frizzed-out
curls but drives a cute BMW Z4 roadster? Anyway, her parents are insane.” I
continue a steady stream of babble until Dr. McDozzle’s eyes glaze over.
There’s no
clocks in the room, but Dr. McDozzle keeps checking his watch. I’m sure the
poor man created a nice therapy plan for me, but I’ve completely derailed it.
Mama always says a girl has many tools to choose from in her arsenal—perfectly
curled hair, well-placed boobs, and endless chatter are my faves. Besides,
Daddy’s been paying therapists a fortune for years to show the divorce court
how concerned he is about me. Dr. McDozzle’s earning his car payment today.
About
the Author:
Although not a native Texan,
Carla prides herself on having mastered the correct usage of “y’all” and “bless your heart.”
Carla is owned by a persnickety
kitty, who rules the computer keyboard and only allows Carla to write when
demands for cat treats are met.
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