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December 13, 2014
Cloud Kingdoms - free complementary book
Mehrnaz is a complementary book to the Cloud Kingdom series and it's FREE!
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MehrnazMehrnaz of Pator and Lusak of Rak live on the planet Hejmen. They fall in love when they meet at a ball in Rak, but her parents wish her to marry Dromarn, heir to the dukedom of Marn. On their first meeting Dromarn lays down the rules for their married life and how his wife should behave. Mehrnaz informs her parents she wishes to marry Lusak, but her mother has no intention of allowing her daughter to marry a second son and refuses to allow Mehrnaz and Lusak to meet. The couple plan to elope but to meet Lusak, Mehrnazmust cross the desert alone.
September 18, 2014
New Print Books for Juvenile Fantasy
Spirit Stealer and Reva's Quest are now available in print and ebook.
Spirit Stealer
The nighttime library is a different world where phantoms tease Fader, the street urchin who sleeps in the warm building.
The green phantom is different. He steals the spirits of children who are locked in the library at night. The spirit stealer's attack on Fader leaves the boy with half a spirit, trapping him in the library.
Half a century later Amelia joins Fader when she is locked in by mistake. Fader tries toprotect her from the spirit stealer but he fails with disastrous consequences.
Time moves on and a century after the library opened Tyler tries to rescue those trapped by the spirit stealer.
Will his attempt succeed?
Reva's Quest
Reva and her garden gnome arrive in Fey to fight the evil, Malice. She is joined by three quest companions, and
they travel across the land to Malice’s lair.
Only Reva can rid the world of Malice, but their journey brings danger, and she wonders if she will survive. Malice’s evil has invaded many of the animals and these beasts try to stop them reaching their goal.
One of the companions begins to act strangely, and Reva must consider the possibility of a traitor in their midst.
For other fantasy books suitable for 9yrs plus, Young Adult, or Adult or Adult Romance, please visit Sue Perkins, Author
Spirit Stealer
The nighttime library is a different world where phantoms tease Fader, the street urchin who sleeps in the warm building.The green phantom is different. He steals the spirits of children who are locked in the library at night. The spirit stealer's attack on Fader leaves the boy with half a spirit, trapping him in the library.
Half a century later Amelia joins Fader when she is locked in by mistake. Fader tries toprotect her from the spirit stealer but he fails with disastrous consequences.
Time moves on and a century after the library opened Tyler tries to rescue those trapped by the spirit stealer.
Will his attempt succeed?
Reva's Quest
Reva and her garden gnome arrive in Fey to fight the evil, Malice. She is joined by three quest companions, and
they travel across the land to Malice’s lair.
Only Reva can rid the world of Malice, but their journey brings danger, and she wonders if she will survive. Malice’s evil has invaded many of the animals and these beasts try to stop them reaching their goal.
One of the companions begins to act strangely, and Reva must consider the possibility of a traitor in their midst.
For other fantasy books suitable for 9yrs plus, Young Adult, or Adult or Adult Romance, please visit Sue Perkins, Author
September 6, 2014
Bumped Back in Time - The Wickware Sagas
September 13, 2014, marks the 200thanniversary of the Battle of Fort McHenry and the writing of what would eventually become the United States’ national anthem, The Star Spangled Banner. But once again, historians have left out some important information. Sammy (Samantha) Brown, a 7th grader in Miss Wickware’s history class, played a key role in the whole process. Without her, Mr. Key may have never been on the boat that gave him a bird’s eye view of the whole battle which prompted the famous poet to….maybe you just have to read the story yourself.
Bumped Back In Time Book 4 of The Wickware Sagas. Take a look at
https://museituppublishing.com/bookstore2/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=146&Itemid=82
http://www.amazon.com/Bumped-Back-Wickware-Sagas-ebook/dp/B00FGDS9MM
http://www.amazon.com/Penny-Estelle/e/B006S62XBY
ExcerptA full moon lit up the bedroom. Sammy lay on the feather mattress in the dark, staring at the ceiling. The window was wide open, a breeze stirring the curtains, though it did nothing to take away the mugginess of the night air. The nightgown Sarah had given Sammy was drenched with sweat and it stuck to her like a second skin.
She got up and walked to the balcony. Dr. Beanes had been right about his wife. Sarah had sat Sammy down and got her a bowl of left over wild turkey and boiled sweet potatoes, which she inhaled.
The older woman tisked her tongue and her head shook in sympathy, distressed at the poor girl’s story. “Your mother must be worried beyond belief,” Sarah said.
“Oh, I’m sure she’s freaking out all over the place,” Sammy snorted. “And like she’ll ever buy this story!”
“I don’t understand. You write stories to sell to your freakish mother?”
Sammy had to chuckle at that one. “No. She’s just going to kill me.”
Outraged, the woman came to her feet. “She will do no such thing. William will make sure that you are safe!”
Staring into the night, Sammy smiled at the memory. She had assured Sarah it was only a saying, but the woman did not seem convinced.
The sound of horses, riding up to the Beanes’ home, brought Sammy out of her reverie. At least ten men, all in red coats, jumped off their horses and headed toward the house. A serving girl tapped on Sammy’s door before opening it. “Please ma’am, Mistress Beanes would like you to come to her room, quickly.” She turned to lead the way without waiting for a reply, Sammy, hurrying to catch up.
The scene that greeted Sammy when the bedroom opened had the hairs on the back of her neck, not only standing straight out at attention, but screaming “run…hide…wake up!” Goose bumps broke out on her sweaty body.
Dr. Beanes was sitting on a chair putting on his shoes while Sarah was wringing her hands and pale as the snow-white nightgown she was wearing.
Before Sammy could utter a word a BANG BANG BANG came from the door downstairs and that’s when all hell broke loose!
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Thanks to everybody for stopping by to take a look. Bumped Back in Time is the fourth story in the Wickware Sagas. There are five all together.Billy Cooper’s Awesome NightmareRide of a LifetimeFlash to the PastBumped Back in TimeRiches to Rags
These are all short, time travel adventures involving seventh graders in Miss Wickware’s history class. They must draw a name from a box and do an oral report. SOMEHOW, they end up back in time to get up close and personal with their drawn subject!
I also have a printed version of the Wickware Sagas. This can be found athttp://www.amazon.com/The-Wickware-Sagas-Penny-Estelle/dp/1499179502
Due to the 200th anniversary of The Star Spangled Banner, MuseItUp is offering Bumped Back in Time for 99 cents for the first two weeks in September. Check it out athttps://museituppublishing.com/bookstore2/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=146&Itemid=82
August 21, 2014
Elisette - Cloud Kingdoms Book Two
Elisette the second book in the Cloud Kingdoms seres is now available from Desert Breeze Publishing There are four books in the series, each following the lives of four feisty women on the planet Hejmen.
Elisette, a young farm girl, gets a job as nurserymaid to the children of the Duke and Duchess of Lan. She falls in love with Capet Sard, but when Sard has to return to his home in Rak, Lise doesn't hear from him and she sets out to find her love. Unfortunately the journey turns into a disaster and Lise is positive she and Sard will never be able to share their lives.
Excerpt
When Sard asked Lise for directions the day before, he'd expected to be given a sharp reply from a coarse farm girl. Instead he found himself staring into brilliant amber eyes set in a delicate face. Her hair had been hidden under a scarf holding it out of the way. He couldn't believe this lovely creature lived and worked in such a run down place. All night he'd thought about her, and on his way back to Landon, Sard wondered if he could make an excuse to visit the farm again. With difficulty he resisted the temptation to turn off the main road. He continued his journey and saw a girl ahead trudging toward Landon. Could it be her? No, a farm worker wouldn't be away from her duties at this time of day.Luck was on his side. It was the girl from yesterday. Today the long, dark auburn tresses were gently restrained by a headband as they rippled down her back reminding him of a waterfall. The girl looked much cleaner, too. Sard had been disappointed when his offer of a ride on Vassar had been refused, but their subsequent conversation made him feel relieved he hadn't insisted. He knew how young and naïve Lise had been, but despite her youth, something about her commanded respect.Luck remained with him when Lise told her reasons for travelling to Landon. Although he could guess why her mother had sent her away, this meant he could help both Lise and the Duchess. He left the nursery with a big grin on his face. The Duchess now had a nursemaid and he had the chance to get to know Lise better. 
Elisette, a young farm girl, gets a job as nurserymaid to the children of the Duke and Duchess of Lan. She falls in love with Capet Sard, but when Sard has to return to his home in Rak, Lise doesn't hear from him and she sets out to find her love. Unfortunately the journey turns into a disaster and Lise is positive she and Sard will never be able to share their lives.
Excerpt
When Sard asked Lise for directions the day before, he'd expected to be given a sharp reply from a coarse farm girl. Instead he found himself staring into brilliant amber eyes set in a delicate face. Her hair had been hidden under a scarf holding it out of the way. He couldn't believe this lovely creature lived and worked in such a run down place. All night he'd thought about her, and on his way back to Landon, Sard wondered if he could make an excuse to visit the farm again. With difficulty he resisted the temptation to turn off the main road. He continued his journey and saw a girl ahead trudging toward Landon. Could it be her? No, a farm worker wouldn't be away from her duties at this time of day.Luck was on his side. It was the girl from yesterday. Today the long, dark auburn tresses were gently restrained by a headband as they rippled down her back reminding him of a waterfall. The girl looked much cleaner, too. Sard had been disappointed when his offer of a ride on Vassar had been refused, but their subsequent conversation made him feel relieved he hadn't insisted. He knew how young and naïve Lise had been, but despite her youth, something about her commanded respect.Luck remained with him when Lise told her reasons for travelling to Landon. Although he could guess why her mother had sent her away, this meant he could help both Lise and the Duchess. He left the nursery with a big grin on his face. The Duchess now had a nursemaid and he had the chance to get to know Lise better.
August 12, 2014
A Writer's Ditty
I sit alone and write my bookAnd hope the reader will take a lookAt my published novel(Should I grovel?)
Please choose my book instead of othersOh wait you're looking at the coverWill you look at inside pages?Why or why do you take ages?
Open the book and check the price, Read the first paragraph - oh this is niceFlick through pages, nod the headAnd just when I think hope is dead
You approach the cashier, pay your money, Cashier wraps it, all is sunnyOut the door, and leave the mallYippee I've just made a sale!
Please choose my book instead of othersOh wait you're looking at the coverWill you look at inside pages?Why or why do you take ages?
Open the book and check the price, Read the first paragraph - oh this is niceFlick through pages, nod the headAnd just when I think hope is dead
You approach the cashier, pay your money, Cashier wraps it, all is sunnyOut the door, and leave the mallYippee I've just made a sale!
August 8, 2014
Setara from Setara's Genie by Marva Dasef
Setara Speaks
I didn’t set out to be a hero. All I wanted was a little romance in my life, just the slightest bit of adventure. Was I seeking danger? Did I wish to consort with demons? Heavens, no! I will have to admit, though, the idea of being the future wife of a rich merchant was highly unappealing.
When the mountain raiders kidnapped me, I thought that I’d have neither adventure nor much future at all. Especially when the raiders threw me into the cave as a sacrifice to the demon who supposedly ruled within the mountain.
I’m happy to say that Basit wasn’t a demon at all, but a genie in search of a new master. I wondered what happened to his old master, and he assured me the man died of natural causes. I also wondered why Basit wasn’t in a bottle or lamp as the legends say. Again, he assured me that only the stupidest of djinns would get themselves caught in that manner. Genies choose their masters, and Basit thought that having a female master—a mistress, so to speak—would be a nice change of pace.
Once he forced me to figure out how to get out of the cave, he continued to be of little help. Well, that’s not entirely true. He did change a camp dog into a sheik (a handsome one, of course) when I asked him to, but that didn’t work out entirely. It seems that Basit prefers to have his charge (that’s me) figure out how to rescue herself. Sheik, when returned to his dog self, became my close companion from then on. So, something good did come from my wish for a rescuer. It just turned out not to be as romantic as I first believed.
Once I had tasted freedom and a touch of adventure, I hungered for more. It occurred to me that some other poor soul might be thrown into the cave for the demon to eat (even though there never was a demon), and it was up to me to rescue them.
I wasn’t sure how to get Basit’s attention, since he simply disappeared once I was safely home. It turned out that calling him worked eventually. I’ll have to say he sometimes takes his own sweet time to answer my summons. Not a very obedient djinn. I got used to him, though, and we enjoyed many adventures together. But our first adventure (after my initial rescue) turned out far different than I imagined. There was, indeed, a lost soul within the cave, but not exactly what I expected.
Throughout our adventures, I gained the dearest of friends. Who would believe I could love demons, fire-breathing horses, sentient eagles, or even a genie? There are many more brave and true companions I met. They taught me the meaning of love, loyalty, and bravery. Yes, they made me a hero. For that, I’ll be forever grateful.
Excerpt:
Note: Several of Setara’s unusual friends take part in the following scene. Briefly, pirates had stolen a mare, the beloved of Hasib (a talking, fire-breathing horse). The friends, determined to rescue the horse confront a nasty array of pirates. All of them show great bravery, but Setara leads them, willing to risk her own life to aid her friend, Hasib.
In just the time that Sulawesi guessed it would take them, the little troop arrived at a dune overlooking the cove where the thieves’ galleon lay in the water. The thieves were already at the beach, preparing a pair of small skiffs to row out to the galleon. The thieves tied the stolen horses together, one horse to the next; nose to tail. A sailor on the ship was rigging a sling to the yardarm. Clearly, they were planning to make the horses swim out to the galleon.
“We need to hurry before they leave the beach, or we’ll not catch them,” Setara said.
“I’m sure I can find something to delay their departure,” Basit replied.
“Allow me,” Sulawesi said, spreading his wings. He soared down toward the beached skiffs. The rest of the troop went over the top of the dune and hurried toward the thieves as fast as they could through the shifting sand.
Setara gasped as she struggled to run but made little progress. “Basit, can you make this a bit easier? Make the ground hard.”
Basit waved his hand, and the sand became firm beneath their feet, allowing the motley crew of adventurers to run toward the captured horses.
The thieves looked up, pulling out knives and swords. Setara thought maybe she hadn’t planned this out well enough but drew her own small knife and hoped for the best. A scimitar appeared in Basit’s hand. The two demons bared their claws and fangs. Hasib puffed real flames with every leap. Sheik barked furiously as he ran. Setara hoped they looked fearsome as they dashed toward the thieves.
The thieves also had a formidable array of sharp weaponry and did not appear afraid of the strange group attacking them. The two groups met in a clash of swords, knives, howling demons, a diving eagle, a leaping dog, and a flame-throwing horse.
“Let go of those horses!” Setara screamed and leaped at a thief. She slashed her knife downward, cutting a long rent in the thief’s sleeve. He rounded on her with a sword, and she held her knife up to block. The sword slid off her knife blade, but the man immediately drew back his arm again. She was not ready with her knife, so she ducked her head, hoping to evade the sword slash. She heard a scream and looked up to see the thief flying away from her. “What the...”
A snort that sounded much like a laugh came from her left. She turned to see Hasib with a horsy grin on his long face and his powerful hind legs hitting the ground where the thief had been a mere second before.
All around, her friends were struggling with the thieves. Those confronted by Azizah and Kairav lost their will to fight and went running down the beach as fast as their legs could carry them in the loose sand. Setara thought it was a wonderful thing to have demon friends.
Sheik had bitten down on the arm of one of the thieves and was shaking the man back and forth. Basit laid about with swift strokes of his scimitar, forcing the men back toward the ocean. Unfortunately, another skiff had just come ashore with several more pirates. The thieves now outnumbered them nearly three to one.
“Basit! You must do something,” Setara shouted. Basit didn’t seem to hear her as he beat off the attack of one of the thieves. She wondered why he didn’t use magic but had no time to think about it. She saw a thief slash down on Kairav, sending the pool demon staggering back with a deep cut, blue blood pouring down his brawny arm. Another smacked Azizah on the side of the head, sending her reeling. Sheik yelped in pain, but Setara could not spare a moment to look while she fended off a muscular thief wielding a heavy club.
Things weren’t going very well at all.
About the Book:
SETARA’S GENIE
A girl, a genie, a few demons. Would could go wrong?
by Marva Dasef
Buy Sites:
Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00906ZAPU Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/445001
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/setaras-genie-marva-dasef/1116276048?ean=2940149517671
Book Blurb:
Abu Nuwas sits in the bazaar telling stories to the passersby he can tempt to pay. He relates the adventures of the bored daughter of a rich merchant, Setara, and her genie, Basit, as they encounter the creatures of legend and folklore: a lonely cave demon seeking a home; a flying, fire-breathing horse who has lost his mate; a dragon searching for his family; an evil genie hunting for the man who bottled him; and a merboy prince cast out of his undersea kingdom.
For two days only August 9-10 for Heroine Day: The Tales of Abu Nuwas will be FREE!http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004HW6AWY/
I didn’t set out to be a hero. All I wanted was a little romance in my life, just the slightest bit of adventure. Was I seeking danger? Did I wish to consort with demons? Heavens, no! I will have to admit, though, the idea of being the future wife of a rich merchant was highly unappealing.
When the mountain raiders kidnapped me, I thought that I’d have neither adventure nor much future at all. Especially when the raiders threw me into the cave as a sacrifice to the demon who supposedly ruled within the mountain.
I’m happy to say that Basit wasn’t a demon at all, but a genie in search of a new master. I wondered what happened to his old master, and he assured me the man died of natural causes. I also wondered why Basit wasn’t in a bottle or lamp as the legends say. Again, he assured me that only the stupidest of djinns would get themselves caught in that manner. Genies choose their masters, and Basit thought that having a female master—a mistress, so to speak—would be a nice change of pace.
Once he forced me to figure out how to get out of the cave, he continued to be of little help. Well, that’s not entirely true. He did change a camp dog into a sheik (a handsome one, of course) when I asked him to, but that didn’t work out entirely. It seems that Basit prefers to have his charge (that’s me) figure out how to rescue herself. Sheik, when returned to his dog self, became my close companion from then on. So, something good did come from my wish for a rescuer. It just turned out not to be as romantic as I first believed.
Once I had tasted freedom and a touch of adventure, I hungered for more. It occurred to me that some other poor soul might be thrown into the cave for the demon to eat (even though there never was a demon), and it was up to me to rescue them.
I wasn’t sure how to get Basit’s attention, since he simply disappeared once I was safely home. It turned out that calling him worked eventually. I’ll have to say he sometimes takes his own sweet time to answer my summons. Not a very obedient djinn. I got used to him, though, and we enjoyed many adventures together. But our first adventure (after my initial rescue) turned out far different than I imagined. There was, indeed, a lost soul within the cave, but not exactly what I expected.
Throughout our adventures, I gained the dearest of friends. Who would believe I could love demons, fire-breathing horses, sentient eagles, or even a genie? There are many more brave and true companions I met. They taught me the meaning of love, loyalty, and bravery. Yes, they made me a hero. For that, I’ll be forever grateful.
Excerpt:
Note: Several of Setara’s unusual friends take part in the following scene. Briefly, pirates had stolen a mare, the beloved of Hasib (a talking, fire-breathing horse). The friends, determined to rescue the horse confront a nasty array of pirates. All of them show great bravery, but Setara leads them, willing to risk her own life to aid her friend, Hasib.In just the time that Sulawesi guessed it would take them, the little troop arrived at a dune overlooking the cove where the thieves’ galleon lay in the water. The thieves were already at the beach, preparing a pair of small skiffs to row out to the galleon. The thieves tied the stolen horses together, one horse to the next; nose to tail. A sailor on the ship was rigging a sling to the yardarm. Clearly, they were planning to make the horses swim out to the galleon.
“We need to hurry before they leave the beach, or we’ll not catch them,” Setara said.
“I’m sure I can find something to delay their departure,” Basit replied.
“Allow me,” Sulawesi said, spreading his wings. He soared down toward the beached skiffs. The rest of the troop went over the top of the dune and hurried toward the thieves as fast as they could through the shifting sand.
Setara gasped as she struggled to run but made little progress. “Basit, can you make this a bit easier? Make the ground hard.”
Basit waved his hand, and the sand became firm beneath their feet, allowing the motley crew of adventurers to run toward the captured horses.
The thieves looked up, pulling out knives and swords. Setara thought maybe she hadn’t planned this out well enough but drew her own small knife and hoped for the best. A scimitar appeared in Basit’s hand. The two demons bared their claws and fangs. Hasib puffed real flames with every leap. Sheik barked furiously as he ran. Setara hoped they looked fearsome as they dashed toward the thieves.
The thieves also had a formidable array of sharp weaponry and did not appear afraid of the strange group attacking them. The two groups met in a clash of swords, knives, howling demons, a diving eagle, a leaping dog, and a flame-throwing horse.
“Let go of those horses!” Setara screamed and leaped at a thief. She slashed her knife downward, cutting a long rent in the thief’s sleeve. He rounded on her with a sword, and she held her knife up to block. The sword slid off her knife blade, but the man immediately drew back his arm again. She was not ready with her knife, so she ducked her head, hoping to evade the sword slash. She heard a scream and looked up to see the thief flying away from her. “What the...”
A snort that sounded much like a laugh came from her left. She turned to see Hasib with a horsy grin on his long face and his powerful hind legs hitting the ground where the thief had been a mere second before.
All around, her friends were struggling with the thieves. Those confronted by Azizah and Kairav lost their will to fight and went running down the beach as fast as their legs could carry them in the loose sand. Setara thought it was a wonderful thing to have demon friends.
Sheik had bitten down on the arm of one of the thieves and was shaking the man back and forth. Basit laid about with swift strokes of his scimitar, forcing the men back toward the ocean. Unfortunately, another skiff had just come ashore with several more pirates. The thieves now outnumbered them nearly three to one.
“Basit! You must do something,” Setara shouted. Basit didn’t seem to hear her as he beat off the attack of one of the thieves. She wondered why he didn’t use magic but had no time to think about it. She saw a thief slash down on Kairav, sending the pool demon staggering back with a deep cut, blue blood pouring down his brawny arm. Another smacked Azizah on the side of the head, sending her reeling. Sheik yelped in pain, but Setara could not spare a moment to look while she fended off a muscular thief wielding a heavy club.
Things weren’t going very well at all.
About the Book:SETARA’S GENIE
A girl, a genie, a few demons. Would could go wrong?
by Marva Dasef
Buy Sites:
Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00906ZAPU Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/445001
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/setaras-genie-marva-dasef/1116276048?ean=2940149517671
Book Blurb:
Abu Nuwas sits in the bazaar telling stories to the passersby he can tempt to pay. He relates the adventures of the bored daughter of a rich merchant, Setara, and her genie, Basit, as they encounter the creatures of legend and folklore: a lonely cave demon seeking a home; a flying, fire-breathing horse who has lost his mate; a dragon searching for his family; an evil genie hunting for the man who bottled him; and a merboy prince cast out of his undersea kingdom.
For two days only August 9-10 for Heroine Day: The Tales of Abu Nuwas will be FREE!http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004HW6AWY/
August 6, 2014
Lise from Elisette - Cloud Kingdoms Book Two
ElisetteToday the heroine from Elisette, the second book of the Cloud Kingdom series, visits the blog. Hello Elisette.
Elisette: Please call me Lise, Elisette is for people who don't know me.
Very well Lise, thank you for visiting us today. Would you like to tell us a bit about your life?
Lise: There's not much to tell. My mother, father and I lived in Lan until my father died in an accident when I was five years old. We had a happy life until then.
I'm sorry to hear about your father. Did you stay in Lan after his death?
Lise: Mother and I managed for a while but then she got sick and couldn't work. A widowed farmer from Northside offered us a home if mother would marry him and look after his house and family. Unfortunately we had no other option.
You don't live there any longer do you?
Lise: No. The men of my stepfamily began to take an interest in me when I started developing as a woman so mother sent me away.
What ever did you do?
Lise: I meant to try for a job in one of the big houses of Lan, but instead the Duchess of Lan engaged me as a nurserymaid to help her children's nanny. I was lucky to be in the right place at the right time.
So what's it like living in a sky castle?
Lise: It's so different. The Duchess has put a proper bathroom in the nursery so I don't have to haul water up for the children's bath. They have dropchutes to move from floor to floor and the nobles travel downside by mattporters. I take the children to the castle gardens when the weather's nice, and did you know the weather is actually decided by the Duke?
Really? So what do you do when you're not working?
Lise: (blushes) I've made friends with a Capet. He's been very kind and shown me how to get downside, where to shop for personal needs. He's nice.
Nice? He's just a friend?
Lise: Well, we have kissed but we're trying to be discreet because it's not a good idea for a capet and an nurserymaid to become a couple. We go for walks in the gardens in the evening and have afternoon tea downside on my days off.
Do you think there's any future in the relationship?
Lise: I don't think so because his parents will want him to marry someone of a better social standing. I'm enjoying things while they last. Sorry I have to get back before the children wake up.
Thank you for talking to us, Lise. I hope everything works out for you and your Capet.
Excerpt
Outside, Lise pondered which way to take to the laundry. Guessing it would be on the same level as the kitchens, she headed for the staircase sack slung over her shoulders and her head bowed as she compensated for the extra weight."Watch out!"Startled by the sudden appearance of a male body, Lise looked up quickly. Capet Sard stood in front of her, hands on hips and a big grin on his face."I'm so sorry, Capet. I didn't see you coming.""Where are you off to?" Sard smiled at her."The laundry, sir.""Here, let me help you. It's far too heavy for you to carry." He reached his hand toward the sack slung over her shoulder, but Lise quickly backed away."No, sir, really. I'm a lot stronger than I look. Besides, it wouldn't be right--a Capet like you helping me with my work. Excuse me, please."Sard blocked her way as Lise tried to push past. He soon realized her determination and raising his hands in surrender took a step toward the wall."Thank you, Capet," Lise murmured and hurried toward the staircase."You're welcome, Lise."His voice came from right behind her. He had followed her. How else would she have heard his words, especially when his voice had been low and soft?"Please, Capet. I thank you for putting me forward for this job, but I really need to prove myself to the Duchess and Mesry Keva. The Mesry thinks you got me the job. I have to show her I can be trusted to do the work allotted to me.""I understand, Lise." Sard's eyes bored deep into hers, and her head ducked to avoid his searching look. He lifted her chin with his finger and his gaze searched deep within her to find the real Lise. "You can't work all the time. I'll wait until you're on a break and we'll talk."Lise fled. His touch stirred a wealth of emotions. Emotions her troubled mind had no idea how to deal with. Her thoughts tumbled in turmoil, but her survival instincts still worked and her feet came to an abrupt halt on the stairs as the familiar odors of washing soap and hot water drifted across her path. To her left a heavy wooden door barred her way and Lise tentatively pushed it open.Buy Link Sue Perkins books published by Desert Breeze Publishing
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August 5, 2014
Ariel - War 'N' Wit Inc Series by Gail Roughton
No lightning bolt streaked from the sky the day my life as I knew it began to end. There was no warning at all. Nothing. There I was, sitting at my desk, minding my own business, doing my job. My official job title is “legal assistant.” The more exotic sounding title is paralegal. In the old days when folks called jobs what they actually were, the title was “legal secretary.” Me? I answer to any of the above. Or just to Ariel. That's my name. Ariel Anson. And that’s all I was doing, I swear. Minding my own business in the course of my humdrum day. Doing my job at the century-old, prestigious central Georgia law firm of Baker, Lawson, Abercrombie & Hunter, where the partners walked around in blissful ignorance of the fact the firm is referred to in legal circles as BLAH. All us legal assistants think that's a hoot.
(Excerpt, The Witch)
Yeah, that’s me. Ariel Anson. Ariel Anson Garrett nowadays. See, sometimes the practice of law requires special expertise of the “field” variety, expertise few of the attorneys or staff members have. Like tracking down folks who don’t much care to be found, serving suits and notices and subpoenas on folks who don’t much care to be served, things like that. When that happens, we call in the services of the guys—or gals—who do have that expertise. Usually they’re known as “private investigators” and good ones have a multitude of skills. On that day when no lightning bolt streaked from the sky, I found myself in need of a good one. And I was in need of a good one down in the southern part of the state in a geographical area outside our usual area of practice, so I didn’t know a name off the top of my head to call. Like any good little legal secretary, I knew how to find one, though. I placed a few calls to some firms in the area we’d worked with for recommendations. And if I’d known then what I know now—namely that War-N-Wit, Inc. stood for “Warlock and Witch”, that Chad Garrett, sole owner, proprietor and employee of War-N-Wit, Inc. was the “War” of that outfit on the hunt for his “Wit”, the soul-mate he’d reincarnated with many times over the centuries, and that he’d immediately peg me as said “Wit” when I uttered my first syllable to him over the phone—well, if I’d known all that then, I’d have still done the same damn thing. I’m not even going to lie about it.Now don’t get me wrong. I didn’t fall off the turnip truck yesterday. I didn’t just throw up my hands and say “Okay! I’m The Witch.” But in the end, there’s just no denying the truth. Not when you realize down deep in your soul that something is the truth. Thus it was that I traded in my secretarial chair in the hallowed halls of BLAH for on the job training as the “Wit” of War-n-Wit, Inc. Yeah, I married the man. On a motorcycle in the Tunnel of Love Drive-Thru at the Little White Wedding Chapel in Vegas, if you must know. Now I’m learning all about skip-tracing, process serving, investigating, and bounty-hunting. Among other things. 
What other things? Well, as you might imagine, with a name like War-n-Wit, Inc., we’re magnets for clients who need investigative services of a more—well, magical—nature than the general population. Like Oliver Hedgepath of Resurrection. The Resurrection Society, based in Savannah, Georgia, to be precise. Hedgepath was a prissy little twerp of a man. Chad and I disliked him just from talking with him on the phone. And since we’re both what you call telepaths—meaning we don’t read minds, per se, we read people, who they are underneath the masks we all wear for the world—well, that alone made Chad decline his case. He was persistent, though, actually showed up on our doorstep. And meeting him set off alarm bells so loud Chad called in outside sources for consultation. That’s the first time I met Gabriel Smith, affectionately known as “G”. G’s the head hauncho for an organization Chad referred to simply as “The Guardians”. They keep an eye on the magic world. Magic’s very powerful, you see. And a misuse of magic is a misuse of power. Anyone who abuses magic risks losing it, any witch or warlock can tell you that. G thought old Ollie Hedgepath bore watching. So off we went to Savannah, to check out the Resurrection Society. That was a blast from the past, for certain sure. Once we figured out whose past it was a blast from, of course. And that’s when I first began to wonder about that black cat. The one I named Micah. The one who seemed to show up no matter where we were. Oh, I know, I know. There’re lots of black cats in the world. Chad kept telling me the same thing. But not like Micah.
We took a break after that case. Well, it was supposed to be a break, anyway. A trip to Daytona Bike Week. Did I mention Chad was an avid biker? Chad’s an avid biker. Did I mention that magic aside, Chad is very, very good at what he does, the private investigation thing? Well, there’s a reason for that. He’s spent his entire adult life in some aspect of law enforcement. Ex-Miami-Dade PD, ex-Florida Bureau of Investigation. And a few other “ex-es” not mentioned on his resume. Including the five years he spent undercover with an outlaw biker gang. So naturally, a call came in from that “ex” right before we left. Since we were going to be down there anyway, could Chad possibly check around concerning a current undercover operative who’d gone missing in action? Good thing we brought The Coven with us. Because if Chad’s best friend Spike and my little sister Stacy hadn’t been with us, things could have turned out pretty darn badly. I don’t think Micah and I could have managed that one without them. Oh, yeah. Micah was there, too. We didn’t bring him with us. Like always, he was just—there! 
Something really great happened on that trip, though. Well, beside all of us surviving it, I mean. Spike and Stacy fell head-over-heels in love. So very shortly thereafter, Chad and I were winging it back to Vegas, Spike’s home base, for their wedding. To be held in the Tunnel of Love Drive-Thru at the Little White Wedding Chapel. It’s sort of a family tradition by now. And when I say family, I mean family. My Mom and Dad were there, too. Mom missed my wedding and okay, that was my fault. She didn’t intend to miss Stacy’s, too. Which was out of this world. In more ways than one. Because that’s when I discovered the Guardian’s Council was actually “The Galatic Guardians Council”. Very convoluted organization. Gabriel Smith heads the MeanStreet, LLC, Division. Michael Smith heads the FlyingLow, LLC Division. Raphael Smith heads the SassyWings, LLC Division. C’mon, with names like that I don’t need to draw you a roadmap, do I? And Micah? I wasn’t kidding when I told you there was something strange about that cat. Or when I told you my sister’s wedding was out of this world.So what’s next? I’ve got no idea. I don’t go looking for trouble. Because it always finds us. Always. * * * *
Gail Roughton's spent almost forty years in a law office as a legal secretary/paralegal. During those years, she's raised three children and quite a few attorneys. She kept herself sane by writing books, tossing each completed novel in her closet. She's been cleaning out the closet for the last few years, as well as producing new works never stored there. A multi-genre writer, her books span the spectrum from humor to paranormal to romance to horror. Sometimes even in the same book. None of that's planned, it's just what happens when the characters start talking. Even she doesn't know what to expect next! Check out her Author’s Page at
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War-n-Wit, Inc. - The WitchWar-N-Wit, Inc. - ResurrectionWar-n-Wit, Inc. - The CovenWar-n-Wit, Inc. - MeanStreet, LLCThe Color of SevenVanishedCountry Justice
And Coming Soon:
Sisters of Prophecy – Ursula (co-authored with Jude Pittman)
Black Turkey Walk (A Country Justice Novel)
August 4, 2014
Jolie by Jaclyn V Di Bona
This excerpt is from Autumn Love which had not yet been published. To see more of Jaclyn V Di Bono's work check out the links at the end of the post.Excerpt
Nick grasped her hand firmly. "Senora Marini. Benvenuto alla mia sede." That means...”""Grazi. Siete molto gentili." That means, thank you, you're very kind." A twitch and the narrowing of his eyes were the only signs she'd surprised him. She'd bet he wasn't pleased and tugged her hand free from his strong grasp. She tried to ignore the intelligence and hardness that telegraphed, don't mess with me. His tight smile sent a shiver down her spine. He reaffirmed her opinion as he stood the picture of a man no one in his or her right mind dared to cross. She was glad her voice sounded calm and controlled."Multo Buon. I see I'm going to have to watch my step around you.""Not to worry. I won't be here long." Jolie eyed his mouth curling up at the corners as if to say, you want to bet.His appraisal was sharp. Was he looking for a weakness? She smoothed her features and met his gaze head on. The slight curve of his lips told her he liked that she didn't cower, even while he made her nervous. Careful. Don't challenge. The cool calculating gleam in his eyes told her he may take her up on it.Oh, I have your number, mister. She couldn't find fault with Nick, for she'd been doing the same assessing.The sudden need for air in her lungs had her inhaling and exhaling slowly. She couldn't understand the effect he had on her, or how to deal with the situation. She tried, but failed to hide the jolt of sexual awareness she hadn't experienced in ages. Oh, boy, trouble with a capital T. No. Thank her lucky stars, she was leaving as soon as possible.His brazen interest roamed over her and tightened her nervous stomach muscles. She glanced into his incredible malachite eyes. Eyes that could freeze her in a second or become dark and smoldering. Yet, when he had laughed with the children, she'd seen warmth and affection in the soft blue-green.She'd swear he mentally undressed her, and sensed he enjoyed making her nervous. The slight quivering of his lips gave him away. She stood straight, chin lifted and waited. He glanced at her with an eyebrow raised."Well, Mr. Bianchini?"Jolie knew she wasn't beautiful or tall, and she considered her features classic. Rob had told her often enough never to play poker, because her eyes gave away her emotions and her mouth could be sensual if she remembered to think before she spoke her mind. She eyed Nicholas with suspicion as he gave her a cool smile.
http://jaclynvdibona.blogspot.co.nzJaclyn is a long-time member of Romance Writers of America, and is also an active PRO member of the New England Chapter of RWA, where she served as treasurer for four years. She also served as co-chair wizard critiquer with From the Heart Critique Group. In addition she served as a judge for RWA's Golden Heart Contest for many years.Jaclyn joined Desert Breeze Publishers and cannot imagine a better place to write. To have the license to be able to create from her vivid imagination romance set in any genre, intrigue time travel, and suspense stories the way she imagines romance should be.She met the love of her life at age sixteen and after Lou graduated from MIT, the couple raised three children and sadly lost one son to cancer. Jaclyn enjoys espresso, reading romance novels, and would love to hear from her readers. She is. hard at work on her next novel.
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August 1, 2014
Salmon the Orca - Bad Spelling by Marva Dasef
Not All Tall, Dark, and Handsome Heroes are Human
Heroes don’t need to be human or even a sexy male alien. When a witch’s power is speaking to animals, a hero can turn up anywhere, even in the middle of an icebound arctic sea.
In the Witches of Galdorheim series, Katrina the teen witch, has the ability to speak with animals. She doesn’t even know she has this ability until she leaves her home, Galdorheim Island. Since the island is somewhere in the middle of the Barents Sea above the Arctic circle, leaving home isn’t a walk in the park. Crossing iced over water in bitter cold weather is hard enough, but when the ice starts to break up and some dangerous creatures appear, it becomes a life-threatening situation. Kat and her brother, Rune, confront an angry and sleepy polar bear. He wasn’t in the mood to chat.
Fortunately for the kids, a HERO appears. Just because he happens to be an orca (killer whale) makes him no less heroic.
I’ll let the whale tell his own tale.
Salmon the Orca Hero
Chchchchch skreak! That be hello in human people talk. My name be Salmon Hunter because I so good hunting the fish. My friend Kat Witch call me Salmon.
When I meet her for first time, I save her from a white tooth she say human people call polar bear. This first time, I save Kat Witch from sinking too deep in the ocean. I think she should learn swim better, but I not blame her since she without fins or flukes. Funny thing the whitetooth awake. Should be in den this season. Too early to wake up. I think some bad magic wake him up to kill Kat Witch. She says that's truth. A shaman, she says.
Other times I save Kat Witch when she in trouble. All these savings written in books, but I never learn to read human words. Besides, books get too wet in the ocean. Soon fall apart.
The others of my pod don't speak to Kat Witch. They be what human people call stuck up. Think they're too good to speak to her. I think it best thing ever! It like getting new toy. Orcas love play. Spend most of time hunting, but playing is important too.
She a lucky Kat Witch to have me be her friend. I think she die many times if me doesn’t save her. She say I be her hero. Me say I’m just Salmon Hunter, the smartest and best looking killer whale in the seas.
Someday I visit Kat Witch home. It island named Skeckkeeech. It mean witches’ home. It way north and hard to find, but Salmon can find anything! Salmon is a hunter, after all. Here be part of the story showing me saving Kat Witch's life for first time.
Excerpt from Bad Spelling
Over the cracking and groaning of the ice breaking up, Kat heard a loud chitter, and then a high-pitched whistle. She stopped so suddenly Rune ran into her. Catching him before he fell, she moved him to one side and turned back toward the orca, her eyes wide with surprise.
“What did you say?” she asked.
“Chchchchch skreak!” the orca answered.
Rune looked at the orca; then his sister; then back to the orca. He leaned close to Kat’s ear. “You understand it?” he whispered.
Kat nodded, edging back to the orca, careful of her footing on the slippery ice.
“Kakkakakkak cheechee,” the orca screeched.
“Thank you. I didn’t think the bear seemed very friendly either.”
Kat looked over at her brother, who stood staring at her open-mouthed. “Better shut that, little brother, before your teeth freeze.” Her eyes sparkled with delight. Rune closed his mouth and zipped the hood up over his face.
In a muffled voice, he exclaimed, “You can… You really can talk to animals!”
“Excuse me a moment, Mr. Orca,” she said to the big dolphin. She turned to Rune, her face lit up with a delighted grin. “I guess I can. But why so surprised? You were the one who suggested I could.”
Kat turned back to the killer whale. “I think it’s because he,” she nodded at the orca, “is a highly evolved being. At least, that’s what he’s telling me.” After a pause, Kat giggled and said, “Must be why you can’t understand him, Rune!”
Rune slapped a glare on her then suppressed a smile. “Very funny, Kat. So funny, I forgot to laugh.”
She chatted happily with the orca when several more huge black and white heads popped up through the gaps in the ice. Rune and Kat had to step back again as the ice splintered with sharp cracking sounds.
“Back up, Kat, back up,” Rune said. For the first time in her life, Kat heard fear in Rune’s voice. “You don’t need to be afraid.”
“I’m not. At least, I’m not afraid of the whales—”
“Orcas.”
“Orcas, then. It’s the ice breaking up. We could get dumped in the water.”
As if saying it made it true, the ice split once more. The crack exposing the frigid sea raced toward Rune and Kat. Before they could get traction to run, the ice floe created by the splintering tipped up and both of them fell into the water.
Kat’s parka filled with the icy water, and she sank. The sudden, intense cold knocked the breath out of her. She tried to claw her way back to the surface, but the weight of the parka kept dragging her down. Looking up, she could see Rune above her, thrashing toward the air. Blackness clouded the edges of her vision, and her struggles weakened.
Strangely, Kat felt warm. This is nice, she thought. Her arms floated out from her sides as she sank deeper.
Something big and black came up under Kat, and she rose up through the frigid water. She reached out with one hand and grasped a rubbery fin with all the strength she had left. The orca pushed her to the surface and shoved her out of the water. She landed face first on the ice.
About the Book
BAD SPELLING - Book 1 of The Witches of Galdorheim SeriesA klutzy witch, a shaman's curse, a quest to save her family. Can Kat find her magic in time?by Marva Dasef https://sites.google.com/site/mdasefauthor/home/
Buy Sites:Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00JKQN7XW/Audio Book: http://www.audible.com/pd/Kids/Bad-Spelling-Audiobook/B00L2GUSWG/B&N Nook: http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Bad-Spelling/Marva-Dasef/e/2940149546732/?itm=5&USRI=marva+dasef/
Blurb:
If you’re a witch living on a remote arctic island, and the entire island runs on magic, lacking magical skills is not just an inconvenience, it can be a matter of life and death–or, at least, a darn good reason to run away from home.
Katrina’s spells don’t just fizzle; they backfire with spectacular results, oftentimes involving green goo. A failure as a witch, Kat decides to run away and find her dead father’s non-magical family. But before she can, she stumbles onto why her magic is out of whack: a curse from a Siberian shaman.
The young witch, accompanied by her half-vampire brother, must travel to the Hall of the Mountain King and the farthest reaches of Siberia to regain her magic, dodging attacks by the shaman along the way.
To coincide with my posts on your blog, I'm offering free related ebooks on Amazon.
August 1-2 for Hero Day: The Witches of Galdorheim Series (all three books in a single volume)
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00JQQQCAQ
Heroes don’t need to be human or even a sexy male alien. When a witch’s power is speaking to animals, a hero can turn up anywhere, even in the middle of an icebound arctic sea.
In the Witches of Galdorheim series, Katrina the teen witch, has the ability to speak with animals. She doesn’t even know she has this ability until she leaves her home, Galdorheim Island. Since the island is somewhere in the middle of the Barents Sea above the Arctic circle, leaving home isn’t a walk in the park. Crossing iced over water in bitter cold weather is hard enough, but when the ice starts to break up and some dangerous creatures appear, it becomes a life-threatening situation. Kat and her brother, Rune, confront an angry and sleepy polar bear. He wasn’t in the mood to chat.
Fortunately for the kids, a HERO appears. Just because he happens to be an orca (killer whale) makes him no less heroic.
I’ll let the whale tell his own tale.
Salmon the Orca Hero
Chchchchch skreak! That be hello in human people talk. My name be Salmon Hunter because I so good hunting the fish. My friend Kat Witch call me Salmon.When I meet her for first time, I save her from a white tooth she say human people call polar bear. This first time, I save Kat Witch from sinking too deep in the ocean. I think she should learn swim better, but I not blame her since she without fins or flukes. Funny thing the whitetooth awake. Should be in den this season. Too early to wake up. I think some bad magic wake him up to kill Kat Witch. She says that's truth. A shaman, she says.
Other times I save Kat Witch when she in trouble. All these savings written in books, but I never learn to read human words. Besides, books get too wet in the ocean. Soon fall apart.
The others of my pod don't speak to Kat Witch. They be what human people call stuck up. Think they're too good to speak to her. I think it best thing ever! It like getting new toy. Orcas love play. Spend most of time hunting, but playing is important too.
She a lucky Kat Witch to have me be her friend. I think she die many times if me doesn’t save her. She say I be her hero. Me say I’m just Salmon Hunter, the smartest and best looking killer whale in the seas.
Someday I visit Kat Witch home. It island named Skeckkeeech. It mean witches’ home. It way north and hard to find, but Salmon can find anything! Salmon is a hunter, after all. Here be part of the story showing me saving Kat Witch's life for first time.
Excerpt from Bad Spelling
Over the cracking and groaning of the ice breaking up, Kat heard a loud chitter, and then a high-pitched whistle. She stopped so suddenly Rune ran into her. Catching him before he fell, she moved him to one side and turned back toward the orca, her eyes wide with surprise.“What did you say?” she asked.
“Chchchchch skreak!” the orca answered.
Rune looked at the orca; then his sister; then back to the orca. He leaned close to Kat’s ear. “You understand it?” he whispered.
Kat nodded, edging back to the orca, careful of her footing on the slippery ice.
“Kakkakakkak cheechee,” the orca screeched.
“Thank you. I didn’t think the bear seemed very friendly either.”
Kat looked over at her brother, who stood staring at her open-mouthed. “Better shut that, little brother, before your teeth freeze.” Her eyes sparkled with delight. Rune closed his mouth and zipped the hood up over his face.
In a muffled voice, he exclaimed, “You can… You really can talk to animals!”
“Excuse me a moment, Mr. Orca,” she said to the big dolphin. She turned to Rune, her face lit up with a delighted grin. “I guess I can. But why so surprised? You were the one who suggested I could.”
Kat turned back to the killer whale. “I think it’s because he,” she nodded at the orca, “is a highly evolved being. At least, that’s what he’s telling me.” After a pause, Kat giggled and said, “Must be why you can’t understand him, Rune!”
Rune slapped a glare on her then suppressed a smile. “Very funny, Kat. So funny, I forgot to laugh.”
She chatted happily with the orca when several more huge black and white heads popped up through the gaps in the ice. Rune and Kat had to step back again as the ice splintered with sharp cracking sounds.
“Back up, Kat, back up,” Rune said. For the first time in her life, Kat heard fear in Rune’s voice. “You don’t need to be afraid.”
“I’m not. At least, I’m not afraid of the whales—”
“Orcas.”
“Orcas, then. It’s the ice breaking up. We could get dumped in the water.”
As if saying it made it true, the ice split once more. The crack exposing the frigid sea raced toward Rune and Kat. Before they could get traction to run, the ice floe created by the splintering tipped up and both of them fell into the water.
Kat’s parka filled with the icy water, and she sank. The sudden, intense cold knocked the breath out of her. She tried to claw her way back to the surface, but the weight of the parka kept dragging her down. Looking up, she could see Rune above her, thrashing toward the air. Blackness clouded the edges of her vision, and her struggles weakened.
Strangely, Kat felt warm. This is nice, she thought. Her arms floated out from her sides as she sank deeper.
Something big and black came up under Kat, and she rose up through the frigid water. She reached out with one hand and grasped a rubbery fin with all the strength she had left. The orca pushed her to the surface and shoved her out of the water. She landed face first on the ice.
About the Book
BAD SPELLING - Book 1 of The Witches of Galdorheim SeriesA klutzy witch, a shaman's curse, a quest to save her family. Can Kat find her magic in time?by Marva Dasef https://sites.google.com/site/mdasefauthor/home/
Buy Sites:Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00JKQN7XW/Audio Book: http://www.audible.com/pd/Kids/Bad-Spelling-Audiobook/B00L2GUSWG/B&N Nook: http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Bad-Spelling/Marva-Dasef/e/2940149546732/?itm=5&USRI=marva+dasef/
Blurb:
If you’re a witch living on a remote arctic island, and the entire island runs on magic, lacking magical skills is not just an inconvenience, it can be a matter of life and death–or, at least, a darn good reason to run away from home.
Katrina’s spells don’t just fizzle; they backfire with spectacular results, oftentimes involving green goo. A failure as a witch, Kat decides to run away and find her dead father’s non-magical family. But before she can, she stumbles onto why her magic is out of whack: a curse from a Siberian shaman.
The young witch, accompanied by her half-vampire brother, must travel to the Hall of the Mountain King and the farthest reaches of Siberia to regain her magic, dodging attacks by the shaman along the way.
To coincide with my posts on your blog, I'm offering free related ebooks on Amazon.
August 1-2 for Hero Day: The Witches of Galdorheim Series (all three books in a single volume)
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00JQQQCAQ
