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My book is on Amazon for FREE!!! The Carrero Effect

Even though I am still working through and fine tuning my book 'The Carrero Effect'. I have put it on amazon as a free download for the next 5 days!!! Yup, that's right. Take advantage of this offer while i work out the minor kinks and grammar flaws.

So if you want to get your teeth into the first book from my trilogy, then feel FREE. Literally!
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What's it about?Emma Anderson has everything in her life worked out, the perfect job in a Manhattan empire allowing her to live a quiet organised and safe existence. A necessity to her. That is until a promotion sends her straight into the presence of her young, super hot playboy billionaire boss and stuck as his right-hand man every waking moment of every single day. Like chalk and cheese, two people with no longing for love or complication this unusual pairing may either be just what she needs in her life or the absolute path to disaster. He is everything she is not, compulsive, confident, laid back, dominant and fun, with an ability to steamroller over her manicured ice maiden exterior. New love, overwhelming emotion and heartbreak. This tale will take you on a rollercoaster begging for more. Love-able sexy characters and deep emotional topics. Contains some mature, adult content and language.
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'I trust you with every detail of my life, would be nice if you did the same.' His voice matches mine, tense and angry, temper bubbling between us and it feels like static in the air.

'You don't pay me to burden you with my past' I snap.

'If you don't tell me, I'll find out for myself.' He threatens and I see the darkness move into his eyes.

'What do you mean?' I falter at his threat. There's an edgy tone I don't relish, it stops me in my tracks, causing me to glare at him with uncertainty.

The Carrero Effect - Character profile for Jake Carrero.

The profiles on my book characters have proven pretty popular in the past and I decided as my Trilogy book one is free on Wattpad, or available to purchase as an ebook, I should introduce characters along the way with more in-depth profiles, better to form them in your head!So, let's celebrate my Book one going public in the way I love the most. Introducing Jake!

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Name : Jacob Antony Carrero
Date of birth : Dec 1st 1988Height : 6ft 2Eye colour : GreenHair : Darkest brown, short and styledBuild :Tall, well built. Muscular.Occupation :CEO of the family business.Star sign : SagittariusMost noticeable feature: His cheeky smile.

A little about Jake


Jake is one of two sons to the infamous Giovanni Carrero, head of the Carrero Empire. The family are huge hotel and spa tycoons with wealth and influence. Jake was brought up very publicly, his family are always an interest to the media and he's been the face of the Carrero male grooming line for years. His father monopolised on his natural good looks, sex appeal and charming nature, so he has grown accustomed to always being around show business and rich people. He has a brother called Arrick, who is a few years younger but they get on really well. His best friend is equally rich and good looking, playboy Daniel Hunter.He is from an Italian family, so, of course, he's bilingual in both English and Italian. Brought up in New York city he has a typical New york upper east accent. Dark hair and green eyes, paired with a year round olive skinned tan which makes for a dreamy package.


Personality

Jake is really laid back for someone of such importance, he's quick and smart, has a good business head but at the root, he's really a decent guy with an attentive nature. He seems to be able to mould into any situation, comfy in his own skin and emanates confidence, charm and wit. It's no surprise that he's a woman magnet and never short of a lot of dates, although Jake has commitment issues and avoids real relationships like the plague.


Jake's style
He's the poster boy for BAD BOY, casual clothes, jeans, t-shirts, trainers and leather jackets are definitely his comfort style, for dressing up, he likes tailored dark shirts and dark trousers but when working he's all about the expensive cut suits. He's never far from a pair of shades. He likes clothes and he chooses his own style when he shops. He likes to look sexy and chiselled so mostly everything he buys is fitted. He sports short spiked hair, designer stubble and always looks effortlessly groomed.


Jake's Likes
Fun, anything spontaneous. Being young and wild. He also loves his Aztec and tribal tattoos. He loves fast cars, extreme sports and he likes physical exercise such as boxing and martial arts. He likes to travel and live his life to the fullest.
Books - He is varied with his book choices, anything from autobiographies to military fiction, espionage and occasionally paranormal. Jakes a smart cookie and likes a decent story.
Self-indulgences - Technology and cars. He's a typical bloke, anything new and modern with lots of gadgets and buttons. His car is his biggest indulgence at over  one million dollars for the Mclaren P1
Colour - He will wear anything. For casual he's even been known to wear pink but for nights out and work he sways more to black or dark colours. He looks best in black due to his natural colouring.
Jake can be sweet when it comes to Emma.

Jake's dislikes
Sexism, men who overstep the boundaries in how they treat women. He hates infidelity in relationships. He hates people trying to play him, losing at anything or simply not being able to trust someone.

Jake's Goals
He has his eye on the goal of taking over his family empire, fully from his father. He has a good understanding of the family business and could take it to new heights with more modern ventures. He hasn't thought much about love and family in his own future, he's very work focused and a workaholic at times.

Find out if Jake and his PA Emma ever get it together!

Newest part of The Cruden Tale - Annabel

The newest instalment of my weekly series - The Cruden Tale.
Diary of a 3000 Year Old Witch!
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Seated in the dark corner of the vast room, Leyanne looked over Annabelle thoroughly. She had the same flawless perfection of her mother, yet there was a hint of her father in the eyes. A deeper shade of colour in human form.   'Tell me about her...Please' The girl's eyes raked Leyanne's face which was almost pleading. She wondered if she knew anything at all about her mother. What had the woman Deborah known? What had she told her?'Annabelle. First I need you to tell me how you came to be part of this coven? How you got here? Last I knew, you were with your mother and then she was gone and there was no trace of you. That was seventeen years ago.' Leyanne studied the eager face for any hint of an answer.'If you want that kind of information, then you are best to ask me!' Deborah's voice slid in and she deposited herself in a seat beside the girl, grabbing her hand. She had obviously decided Leyanne was someone to be reckoned with, maybe even trusted. Cora slid in next to Leyanne at the round table, a cosy brood about to discover an important past.'Go ahead, I'm all ears.' Leyanne nodded towards the woman.'She was brought here under a cloak of darkness by the woman herself. This coven has been here since long before my birth, my own mother was a white witch.  Eleanor knew her, trusted her. She came here with Annabel who was only weeks old and begged us to protect her. She was afraid of being found out, afraid that her own kind would destroy the girl.' Deborah looked down at Annabel with a sad smile. The girl's eyes wide yet unsurprised, she knew this much of the story.'You knew she was elvish?' Leyanne pressed, watching for any hint of a lie.'No. My mother told me that I was better not knowing. That the secret was to die with Eleanor. She looked human, I couldn't tell what she was.''Her cloaking spell.' Leyanne clasped her hands 'The same one I bestowed on Annabel at her birth.'The girl gasped, leaning forward towards Leyanne in shock.'What do you mean? A cloaking spell? What does that do to me?' Her eyes had almost doubled in size. Deborah shifted uneasily in her chair and Cora watched with interest but no hint of emotion.'Shields all eyes from your true form. This...' Leyanne pulled a small glass vial on a chain from around her neck that had been concealed under her bodice.  'As long as I carry this on me it feeds from my power and you remain cloaked. It was used by both of you to walk freely in this world.' The small glass bottle was filled with an amber liquid and small sparkling flecks floating freely inside. A powerful spell she had protected and cherished knowing that out there somewhere this child needed it.'I want to see' The girl almost shouted in a mixture of excitement and fear.'No...Stay this way' Deborah snapped, that open faced terror running across her face. She was afraid to see what her child really looked like.'If I break the spell Annabel then I cannot make another one while here, I need my potions and ingredients. I need my things to conjure a new one. You would be stuck in true form until then.''I don't care. Do it, I can stay indoors, wear my hood until you can make a new one.' The girl was childish when excited, bumping in her chair as though she could not sit still.'No. Don't be....' Deborah snapped, grabbing at the girl's arm to pull her back into her seat.'Hush now' Leyanne cut in before Deborah could finish. 'That is a discussion for later. Right now there are more important things.' This seemed to quiet both women into submission. Cora tapped the table as if to agree.'Your mother was elvish but your father was a Warlock. You have been gifted with sight, from her, and god knows what else from him. We need your sight to find someone.'  Leyanne cut to the chase.'I don't know how. Sometimes I have dreams, about people I don't know, sometimes I see things inside my head I don't understand. But I don't know how to do it on request.' She was almost pouting, a sheer look of despair on her face.'That's why I'm here. I can guide you. This man we are trying to find, he's important to all of us. You have a gift that's very rare, you can delve into the past, present and future, anywhere in the realms. You can see things and hear things as though you are present at the exact time it's happening. That makes you just as important.' Leyanne soothed.Both Annabel and Deborah blinked at her in speculation. Neither knew what a real gift this girl had, neither had the skill to hone it. She needed a mentor, a teacher to bring it out in her. She needed Leyanne. Now that fate had brought them on a path to her, more would follow. Her skill was like gold dust among the supernaturals and many would not stop at anything to have her.The girl's birth mother had run from her own realm to be with a forbidden lover and she had died for the sin, leaving her child in the care of those she trusted to protect her from her own kind. This half Elf, half Warlock child. Leyanne owed it to Eleanor to make sure this child would still be safe. The Elves would never let her live if they knew she existed.'How?' Annabel swallowed hard, fear evident on her face.'Give me your hands' Leyanne reached for her and clasped them as they were given. Small delicate hands of an Elvin girl, a natural guardian of the earth and so much power contained within. 'Close your eyes and breathe slowly and deeply. Focus on the power you feel surging through me, pick it out.'There was a brief pause before a smile widened over her delicate face.'I feel it' She breathed 'Wow, you're like coursing with tingles.' She grinned, opening one eye to look at Leyanne with admiration.'Now pull it into your palms from me, mentally draw from it and suck it up right into your head. Feel it travel up within you. Focus on what I want, focus on the memory you find in there, of a man with a sun symbol blazing on his back.' Leyanne focused on pushing her memory towards Annabel in the way Eleanor had once shown her. Had once guided her on how to prompt a Seers skill to find what you wanted.'I see him....... he's turning to me.' She swallowed hard and tilted her head as though watching someone walk away, then a stillness came over her and a stop of breath indicating she had been pulled into her vision. Seer's had the ability to leave the body and drift far, follow the memory in spirit and leave their own form in a state of trance behind. Deborah began to look panicked but Cora merely held out a hand over hers and shook her head. You could not interrupt a Seer when scoping, it would kill the vision. They sat that way for long minutes before the girl coughed back to life and blinked her eyes open.'Oh, my god! I did it, mum, I really did it!' She squealed in excitement, throwing her arms around the other woman who couldn't help but smile in response. Genuine pride.'What did you see?' Leyanne pushed. This is why they were here after all.'He's hot! Like really hot in a totally jaw dropping way. A bit older than my type, I'd say maybe, late twenties, maybe even thirties. He was working out in a gym a with a coach. Boxing and kicking a bag and they were calling him 'Tay'.' She wooshed it all out in one breath then had to stop to catch air.'Go on''He was talking about a fight in Newark in two weeks time, some charity fight.' She shrugged, looking to Leyanne to see if any of this was helping.'So! We found the right guy?' Cora cuts in and nudges Leyanne for the poster she had shown her. Leyanne slid it out of her bag, opening it and laying it on the table before them to show the girl.'Yes. That's him. Oh, isn't he dreamy? Those muscles are impressive.' Both Deborah and Leyanne frowned at Annabel and shook heads. 'What? I'm almost eighteen, I can appreciate a hot guy when he looks like that!''Was there anything else? More than this fight?' Leyanne pressed.'I'm sorry, No. I got so excited at being in there and seeing it that I broke my own trance by mistake.' Her face flushed with heat and embarrassment.'You did really well, with guidance you would be amazing at this. You're a natural' Leyanne rarely praised anyone but deep down she knew this one had promise. Her mother's daughter after all.'So is that it? You leave, now you have what you wanted?' Deborah's snooty tone was back, not that Leyanne could blame her. She didn't want Leyanne influencing her adopted child any more than she had. SHe didn't want the child to change.'No mum, she has to show me what I really look like.' Annabel stomped her foot. Leyanne stilled the tantrum with a raise of her hand.'Annabel, it's far too dangerous to uncloak you when I cannot put it back. I will, in time, when I have a spell ready to replace it. For now, I must speak to your mother alone. Please.' She gave the girl a commanding eyebrow lift and saw no argument. Even young and impetuous the girl could sense Leyanne was someone you obeyed. Pity her mother did not have that sense. She got up, kissing her mother's cheek and saying goodbyes to the other two women before walking off. Proud of herself.'When I leave here Deborah, I need her to come with me.' Leyanne did not believe in mincing her words or taking time on idle small talk. To the point, like always.'Over my dead body.... You can't walk in here taking over and demanding my child!' Deborah stood, knocking her chair backwards, shaking with rage.'Yes, I can. She's in danger here. The fact we found her means others will too and this is only the beginning of her finding her skills. She will be like a beacon in the dark and every creature on earth will flock to her. Can you protect her the way I can?' Leyanne challenged.'Yes!' Deborah snapped 'Yes, I bloody well can.''Really?' Leyanne's voice was laced with danger and Cora physically moved away.'Deborah....I really don't think you should fight her on this, you have no idea...' Cora butted in, her voice trembling a little.'Stop. Just stop and get out' Deborah cut in with rage. Cora tried again but was hushed with an angry glare. Cora's eyes growing huge with alarm as Leyanne stood up, temper beginning to fray.'I'm not someone you disobey Deborah. I can do a lot more to protect her than you could ever dream of.' She warned.'Screw you...Get out...Get out and don't come back!'That was enough for Cora, she knew Leyanne's rage, she knew that inner part of the witch that could not tolerate defiance and she got out of her chair and far from that table in the blink of an eye. Not too soon as it happens as Leyanne threw her palms up sending the table, the chairs, the surrounding candles and the entire altar flying back past Deborah to the wall behind her in a gust of magic and rage. Everything smashing and clambering in an almighty heap of chaos. Deborah physically slumped, shaking in terror at the show of power, cradling her head in her arms, silenced by fear.'I will come for her when the time is right. There will be no argument. Spend your time with her until then, but this is decided!' Leyanne glared, her tone tight. Walking forward in the now clear space to the woman crouching on the floor. 'I have only good intentions for her Deborah, those who would follow will not. ' Without another word Leyanne moved off and headed towards the exit, Cora scrambling after her with only a look of apology at the cowering woman.Today was not the day she would take the girl, but she would. When she returned home with the Hunter in tow, she would come back for Eleanor's daughter. Her God child!

Cover Reveal for Just Rose!!!! Coming Soon to Amazon

The long awaited official debut Novel  - Just Rose, is almost near completion. We hope to grace the new year with its official release and today I can show off the official Cover art!!
The Rear of the book is still in editing but I can happily give a sneak peek of both, today ...Right NOW!!!

Just Rose!
The unexpected death of Rose’s beloved Aunt ends up being a driving force in her uneventful life. She gives up her lonely unfulfilled big city existence for the country home and life from cherished childhood memories. Can it live up to them? All she wants is to find her place in the world, finally find the happiness and independence she has been searching for and hopefully this move will do it… hopefully.With her little dog Muffin by her side and a much needed new friend in the form of Abby it does seem possible. That is until a not so ideal first encounter with the handsome local Laird of the Munro Estate sends her spiralling from young professional woman to hormonal bundle of goo. The chemistry undeniable but with him not seemingly on the market this might not be the place for her after all. Thrust into the world of not so quiet country living will Rose ever find true love?A roller coaster of emotions and a whole lot of country charm there’s one thing for sure Rose is certainly not going to be bored anymore!







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A new project in the works - New book in progress

So, if I didn't have enough going on already, I just started a new writing project that is being published on my Wattpad account. It's a little Young Adult fiction piece that just came to me out of the blue and I decided to share it as I write it. So, much like My Cruden series, this one will be a weekly working progress. It's non-witch-themed for those who are not into supernatural and I hope to keep it on the humorous side.


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Amelia is a nineteen-year-old recovering tomboy with a fetish for tripping over her own feet. With the best boy mate you could ever ask for and the face of a twelve-year-old kid, she is destined to always be that misunderstood weirdo standing in the kitchen at parties. That is until Youtube high riser Nate Wilder comes strolling into her local pub. He's an adrenaline junkie, free running and extreme sports star with a passion for trying to make her join in, all uncoordinated 5 ft 2 of her. All six pack and shiny white smiles, the ultimate ladies man and shockingly he seems to find her as cute as a button. A best friend with a serious Amore for her, a hunky boy with a sexy smile and a horde of meddling weirdo's she calls her friends. Amelia's life just got so completely Random!

The Carrero Effect - Character profile for Emma Anderson.

So the profiles on my book characters have proven pretty popular in the past and I decided as my  Trilogy book one is free on Wattpad I should introduce characters along the way with more in-depth profiles, better to form them in your head!


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Name : Emma Jocelyn Anderson
Date of birth : April 10th 1990Height : 5ft 4Eye colour : Soft blueHair :Tawny, naturally wavyBuild : Medium slender with curves.Occupation : Personal Assistant to CEO of The Carrero CorpStar sign : AriesMost noticeable feature: Her figure.


A little about Emma


Emma is an only child to her single mother Jocelyn. Raised in Sunnyside, Chicago. She came from a poor background, with a mother who worked for charities most of her youth leaving her alone to fend for herself more often than not. She has a colourful and tragic past which follows her through life, leaving so many unresolved issues. Determination got her through school with a half decent education , she then moved to New York with her best friend and childhood side-kick, Sarah, to start a new life as a temp in the buildings owned by The Carrero Corp. Determination and attention to detail pushed her up the ranks securing the job of her dreams.


Personality


Emma is two people existing in one body, outwardly she's cold, calm and efficient. She has a handle on everything, unflappable and capable in every way. She demands obedience and excellence and always looks polished.Everyone who meets her thinks she's cold and distant. Inwardly Emma is a complete contradiction, she is anxious and fearful, relying on plans and schedules and organisation to get her through life. She's closed off to relationships, burying her head in work and ever fearful of letting anyone scratch too deep and see the secrets she has locked away in her head. Emma is her own worst enemy, unable to face her past and always trying to keep people and emotions out. She is a jumble of thoughts and feelings that leave her a little vulnerable.

Emma's style
She is the model of executive chic. With a weakness for figure hugging , well-cut tailoring and sexy stilettos. She dresses to impress and likes to appear at all times immaculate. Hair neat, make-up flawless and nails manicured. It's all part of her armour and she is so entwined with the persona she uses to protect her true self that she even dresses this way when not at work.



Emma's Likes


Food and drink- She learned to fend for herself from a young age so is an accomplished cook, she also lives with a chef so has a good palette and will eat almost everything. Living the jet set life of Jake Carrero's PA means she eats a varied diet and cannot be too fussy. She drinks water mainly, occasionally coffee and after becoming Jakes assistant, a lot of wine and alcohol.

Books - She has a secret fetish for light-hearted romance novels. Despite always pushing people , especially men, away, inwardly there is a girl dying to find someone to care about her. 

Self-indulgences - Shoes, and more shoes. She has a severe weakness for high heels and designer names. It's her biggest indulgence . She likes to have a polished wardrobe, expensive clothes and chic accessories. She has a good wage and she can most definitely afford it.

Colour - She dresses in greys, blacks, navies and neutrals. Avoids colourful and pastels by choice because she is ever fearful of looking young and nieve.


Emma's dislikes
Men. People prying into her life. Being the centre of attention. Incompetence and being bossed around. She is very fiery and stubborn and being so self-dependent and closed off makes for an interesting girl.

Emma's Goals
She just wants to succeed in her career and be self-reliant in all things. She has no urge for love, romance or a future with any kind of man. She has pretty much resigned herself to the fact she can never let a male get close. Her job is everything and she has even sacrificed a social life to get where she is.


Read to find out if Jake and Emma ever make it beyond Boss and PA!

The Cruden tale - Diary of a 3000 year old witch #3

This is a continuous work in progress, a free blog read along. I decided to create a little series for followers with lots of awesome extras along the way. New instalments posted every Monday! Extras posted sporadically in between! 

Instalment 3 - The Cruden Tale Diary of a 3000 Year old Witch!


The day began with the morning sun breaking through the dusty drapes of Leyanne's room. The ancient large four poster bed creaking as she emerged and slid from the layers of sheets and blankets onto the cold wooden floorboards. Today she was going to begin looking through the endless public records of births in the city library for any reference to a child named Dante, hopefully Cora would secure a meeting with the young seer from the coven she had connected herself to, giving them a better chance at locating this elusive male and as for the rest of the coven witches, they may yet be useful. The girl had no clue of the power and gifts she held within herself, if she did they would not be piecing together puzzle snippets and instead would have honed in on the hunter by now.


She could hear the ravens calling already, a tingling sensation within her bones erupted and she knew without a shadow of a doubt her Grimoire's were close by. She knew today they would be delivered to the Clairmont's house almost 3 miles away and soon be re-united with them, she missed them. A witch could always sense the nearness of her own personal items, her own magic. Grimoire's were an important part of a witches life and craft, you were given journals from early on to record your rituals and spells. Each stroke of the pen infused a part of your magic within the pages, making it personal and turning it from book to grimoire, as it grew so did the power it held. A complete grimoire was a sacred thing, only to be passed down to another witch either within your bloodline or gifted to one you trusted or mentored. In a lifetime a witch could amass a collection of her own. You could not just take a grimoire or it would cease to open it's pages to you, unless, you were human of course, as they sometimes stumbled upon them. Foolish humans who would use the magic within the book, possessing none of their own, yet a grimoire would curse every incantation or spell used from within in such cases. Humans didn't have the knowledge or gifts to stop this from happening and so many tragedies had occurred in the world from misplaced Grimoire's. A Grimoire had to know you were to be trusted as a witch to let you harness its power, only by gift or bloodline, there were no exceptions. Leyanne had collected many over the years, some had let her in and some hadn't, that was the upside to being very old, her bloodline reached far through the ages from her mothers cousins and surprisingly, there had been witches in that side of her kin. Unwanted Grimoires were normally left behind by dead witches with no heirs to pass them onto but Leyanne had taken them to preserve and protect them in her vast library back home. They were sacred even when unusable, they should be protected for eternity as part of the witches soul still remained within the bound pages. They came in all shapes and sizes, some hand crafted, some leather bound and some more modern from recent decades. The outer shell did not matter, it was the wisdom within which was priceless.


She ran a bath in the claw footed tub just off of her own room in the old fashioned bathroom and warmed the water to boiling with the touch of a hand. An easy spell to master, most witches learned it young in life and of their own accord. She added scents, oils and salt to her water before stripping to get in, relaxing into the smell and feel surrounding her. Her morning ritual of cleansing and eating to start her day.

Dressed in a floaty layered dress with fitted bodice and short sleeves in muted colours, over heeled boots she headed into town, her dark hair hanging free down her back and her charms and stones dangling on chains down her front. She never went anywhere without them, they all had separate uses and purposes. Some were spells that needed to remain constant with her power, some talismans and some for protection. Her bangles clinked as she walked the few miles to town, even early in the day the sun was hot and the road dusty. She never saw much need for a car when travelling, she liked the time to walk and take in her new surroundings. She liked to feel at one with the world.

There seemed to be some sort of weather disruption in these parts lately, it should have been cold, winter! Yet since her arrival nothing but summer weather, the locals were calling it a freak heatwave but Leyanne knew better. The only being on the planet who was ruled by a sun god was about to awaken, the weather had everything to do with it. She had researched enough about the Aztec's last night to refresh her memory of the ancient empire. They harnessed power from the sun and even though they called RA the sun god by other names, she knew what power he could distribute. The Aztec's had believed they had five gods of the sun, an interesting belief system which pointed at higher beings leading them much like the Druids led the Celts. Star walking guides maybe? The warrior of the sun was the basis of the Hunter's rituals, he was, technically speaking, their sun god and from her own experiences back then and what she had researched he was Ra in another form. An aggressive, powerful god with a thirst for war and chaos. He had moulded them in his image of the ideal warrior, gifted them with strength, speed, warrior instincts and aggression. The Aztec mortals looked to those with these skills among them as Gods in themselves and although there were only a small number among the tribes they had a reach that quaked through the lands. The Aztec's had been known for slaughtering and enslaving mortals, overpowering neighbouring civilisations and forcing tributes to the five sun gods. She knew that they were being led on a quest to root out the immortals and the blood lust had grown out of control as the population had grown. The error of humans and the inability to murder without insanity leaching in. The Hunters were a different breed altogether and could kill without emotion. Unaffected by what they did , unlike their kin. It had been five hundred years ago when the high council had formed together creating a treaty between super-naturals and managed to begin the demise of the Aztec population. A necessity. The Spanish had moved in taking out most of the mortals left, for with the Hunter's taken care of the armies stood a better chance. They had no idea they had been pushed to do so by a higher magical power. Following the crumbling of the empire, the Spanish had almost outbred the Aztec's who were left but a small percentage still remained, true descendants. If any of the hunters bloodlines had survived at all then the high council would have known about it surely, they had done their absolute to make sure it was not possible. Death to most and infertility to any they could not reach. There should have been no bloodlines left.


The library was almost deserted, quiet and gloomy among the rows of old books and musty smelling paper. The little old librarian with white curly hair, rimmed spectacles and flowery dress smiled at her warmly. Leyanne had to admit she loved the smell and aura of ancient books and back home her own library was her favourite place to spend time. Books retained some sort of presence from past readers and it could be felt in the air all around her. A warm energy that relaxed her. She headed to the screens in the back room, every record was held on file here and would not take long to pull up births in the area for the time period, the male could be anything from twenty five to thirty five so she had ten years worth of records to search. To ensure she didn't miss his age range she may just search further afield, although he had not looked too old and definitely not too young either. Skimming screen upon screen of birth certificates, Leyanne was already getting frustrated. She had not realised how many males had been born in this city in a ten year gap, this task was already proving frustrating. Her phone vibrated in her bag.

'Leyanne? It's Cora. I have some good news and some bad , I'm afraid.' She sounded tense.

'Yes, What is it? Leyanne answered, her eyes still glued to the documents on screen as she flitted through them aimlessly.

' The Coven are okay with you meeting Annabelle, but it has to be here and in their own coven house. They won't let me bring her to you.' I could hear the dissatisfied tone in her voice betraying the ordeal she had probably had convincing the Coven. I sighed and stopped flicking through pages on screen.

'You will need to come for me then, I don't have transport and you said it was Columbus? Right?..... Sooner the better, I'm at the library but this is futile. The Seer may be more worthwhile.' Leyanne closes the pages in front of her, patience was never one of her strong points at all. She knew when she was flogging a dead horse.

'I'll head to you now, I left Cornel in the cottage I'm renting, he can't venture out in sunlight so he's sleeping it away' the obvious affection in his voice betrays her.

'So you and a vampire? How did that happen?' She is intrigued, although vampires could fall in love, it was so very rare for them to take a mate that was not turnable. Witches were more useful unturned to vampires and I got the distinct impression Cornel had no intention of turning her anytime soon anyway.

'We met in Germany, a ball. We just hit it off and I knew right away what he was. But he seemed so very different to the others. It was like we had always known each other and before I knew it he was staying with me long term. He travelled with me when I started to get the visions and dreams about Newark.' her girly giddy tone made Leyanne feel a little envious for a moment. She had loved once, a long, long time ago. All life had taught her was that love had no place in an immortals heart if the one you loved could die of old age. Most witches were not immortal, they lived normal lives which some could extend to an extent. Leyanne was probably the only immortal witch in existence and not knowing the real history of her father made it all the more of a mystery. Was he immortal too? Was he even still in existence? Where was he?

'So it's love then? Not worried about falling asleep next to someone who sees you as a potential breakfast' Leyanne giggles, her dry humour as always unable to keep itself quiet.

'No, I trust him. He's stopped feeding on human's for me. I think that says it all. Especially as he's been doing it for two thousand years' Cora sounded hopelessly convinced.

'If he is an ancestral then where is his coven?' Leyanne steered the conversation away from dreams and rose tinted outlooks, all vampires of a notable age usually either ruled a very long established coven or were part of the high council within one, under the rule of an even older vampire. Ancestral's were supernaturals over the age of one thousand, ones who had lived long enough to be far and few between. Origins of bloodlines, usually pure blood's if they were of notable age. Even immortals could be killed and the longer you lived the less older supernaturals you came across. They had either gone so far underground and kept out of the human world or fate had finally caught up and taken them from this place. Ancestrals were rare, Leyanne knew as she was one.

'He lives with the original Dracule Coven in Old Transylvania, it's funny his coven still call it that.. He is part of the council and as far as they know he is travelling right now. Seeing the world. He has to go back at some point when we find out what is going on with this hunter. It will affect them too.' She sounds wary and uptight all of a sudden. the slight tremble in her voice giving her away.

'So he is a descendant of the infamous Count Dracula' Leyanne laughs, a fable so far twisted and turned in human tale that no one really knew the truth. Dracula had been one of a long line of his kind of pure bloods. Born not turned and each had met with horrific ends due to the love of drama and horror. That was before Vampires realised a life of secrecy served them better.

'I guess' Cora giggles too, she knew the tales.

'Explains the accent' Leyanne laughs again and hears Cora laugh too.

'You can talk! With that Scots twang and words like 'Wee' and 'aye'.' Cora had known Leyanne years before, a short stint in her hometown in Germany when Leyanne had been wandering. She had helped her with some spells and rituals in return for a place to stay for a few months. A friendship of sorts.

'Right, come get me. We have things to do.' With goodbyes, the women hung up. Leyanne righted her dress and moved from the computers, picking up her bag. Turning to leave she walked along an aisle near the back to avoid a group of young teens who had appeared. Moving around them she caught her bag on the corner of the table piled with returned books causing a few to slide off. Cursing inwardly she scooped low to pick them up and turned facing the table as she stacked them again. Her mind blank and eyes trailing some of the older dustier covers before her with interest. Her fingers tracing the titles slowly, her love of books evident. She was about to turn when a poster on the wall caught her eye. The name caught her eye. Dante Torres. She moved closer scrutinising it. It was a poster for a mixed martial arts tournament in town in the coming weeks, the headline fighter was a returning champion named Dante and scheduled to a homecoming charity fight. Interesting! There was a picture of two men in shorts and boxing gloves. Both topless and mid fight pose. The one with dark hair had tattoos over his upper torso and down one arm completely, although his body was turned in a way that she could not see his chest art clearly. That is where the sun mark always lay. What she could see though was one arm from wrist to shoulder covered in Aztec ink. Yanking the poster from the wall, she folded it up and put it in her bag. Not caring if anyone saw her, she moved swiftly , getting out of the library in haste and heading out towards the roads coming from the direction Cora would be appearing.

Finally, when Cora arrived, Leyanne had already been pouring through a phonebook in a public call box. She had ripped several 'D Torres' from the book in several areas around Newark and nearby. Surprised at how many there had been with such an unusual name. Most had addresses. Cora looked her up and down as she slid into the car with the handful of pages and was soon brought up to speed on what Leyanne had found. Squinting at the picture of the man on the poster she smiled encouragingly.

'It's him! The visions showed that arm with tattoos, the body build, the hair and even the profile.' She sounded excited. Leyanne was sure too but her feeling were more of apprehension. Yes, they maybe had identified him a bit more but every step closer to finding him was a step closer to danger. Cora was missing the bigger picture here. Missing what a Hunter meant, she had not lived through their existence the way Leyanne had. The poster showed that his natural skills for fighting were already ingrained, he was a champion after all. His aggression, his perfect physique, all signs that this was the right man. She had no idea if he was aware of what he was and how far his skills had made themselves known. One thing she could see from the poster that Cora had not said anything about. He was distractingly handsome. Rugged, darkish skin, dark hair that was short but still long enough to flop over his forehead. From the side you could see bright blue eyes and a perfect profile, rough stubbled jawline and high cheekbones. Hunter's had always been handsome, it served a purpose. They were good at getting close to the victims, sometimes with seduction in some of the same ways the Vampires did. Physical perfection was usually a sign an Aztec was a Hunter pure blood. They all had look's so far removed from the people around them, their own people. Even when born from a human mother and father. No one ever knew which of the Aztec children would inherit the gift but it was obvious from birth, all had the piercing blue eyes of the sky, paler tanned skin than most of the others in the tribes, dark hair. As they grew they superseded their peers in maturing fast, tall and powerful bodies and quick intelligence. This Dante Torres was looking pretty spot on so far.

Cora chatted  mindlessly on the drive and Leyanne nodded here and there. She was lost in thought, trying to mull over things. Why now after five hundred years? Why were the gods alerting the witches? What was the point to all this? What could a lone hunter being awakened do to the vast population of supernaturals anyway? Leyanne felt uneasy and watched the trees and scenery roll by, trying to distract her over active mind. The drive to Columbus was not long and soon they were pulling up a long overgrown drive to an old house that looked like something out of a gothic horror move.

A tall woman dressed completely in white robes from head to foot, including a hooded cloak, appeared at the front door and made her way down the steps. Leyanne tried not to eye roll at both the appearance of the woman and the obvious Wiccan decor all over the porch and house. Huge wooden moons and pentagrams and hanging chimes. She could see every type of charm and talisman known to man on the old grey wooden house. Could it be made anymore obvious this was a coven house?

'Cora' The woman reached a hand out taking Cora's in hers. They exchanged smiles, The woman seemed about mid fifties and had a shock of white hair that matched her outfit, her pale blemish free skin, a pretty enough face. Leyanne made no attempt to take the hand offered to her. She didn't touch people unless she needed too. Any witch with half a gift understood why.

'Leyanne Cruden I believe?' The woman dropped her hand pulling a tight face at Leyannes rudeness. Leyanne did not care, offending people never phased her. When you had lived decades peoples attitude stopped bothering you.

'Leyanne this is Deborah Matherson, The coven high priestess.' Cora interjected quickly when Leyanne made no response. Leyanne just continued to look over the house and grounds in an obvious show of distaste. She hated the showiness. Witchcraft was a hidden craft, it was to be kept sacred and secret from the mortals. Obvious shows had fuelled a whole line of human wannabes practising dark arts they had no right meddling with.

'Where is the girl?' Leyanne butted in rudely, never one to care about manners and etiquette. She was not here to make friends, she was here to accomplish her goal. Witches of the past knew the hierarchy. Leyanne was one of the high council, all witches should not only know her on sight but act like she was master and ruler and never question. The decades had lost so much in translation. If she was back home in Scotland the coven's made a point of fussing and bowing whenever she ventured their way. This woman riled her already, her superiority completely misplaced in Leyanne's presence.

'This way' Deborah snorted after a moment, she had come to the conclusion she did not like Leyanne. Her manner cold and stiff. Leyanne could tell she was only biting her tongue because Cora had probably pre-warned her in a gentle way not to piss Leyanne off. The women walked back up the creaking porch steps and into the house. It was decorated in the same over the top Wiccan manner as the facade outside and you almost choked on the strong smell of incense burning in every room.

'Trying to choke intruders to death?' Leyanne cut in with a sardonic smile. Deborah threw her a look that clearly said 'Are you thick?'

'We are keeping the unwanteds out of our abode.' She snapped.

'Try a yale lock and maybe a burglar alarm, it will have more effect.' Leyanne smiled haughtily and caught Cora stifling a giggle. She had caught on just as Leyanne had that Deborah was one of the most clueless witches she had ever met, yes there was real magic within her but she was so focused on rituals and symbols she had never really found her own power from within. This was common in the witches. they relied so heavily on taking power from elsewhere that they neglected their very own inner energies. They follow her finally down an inner stairway to a basement and into what looks like a ritual alter room. Dark walls draped with purple velvet and adorned with symbols and candles. The floor painted with a huge pentagram and each corner dotted with a burning pillar candle. A large alter table at the far wall containing a mix of crystals, ornaments, figurines and hanging herbs. This was a common sight in most covens. Most of them carrying out Moon rituals much like Leyanne's. Looking to the wall above the alter she could see the tunnel hole in the wall which would lead out into the upper air letting moonlight flutter down through a series of internal mirrors. A young girl appeared from the shadows, wearing a full white ensemble much like Deborahs. She had her face downcast and her hood up.

'Annabelle?' Leyanne queried and walked forward to stand in the centre of the symbol on the floor. She felt the instant crackle around her of the spell which had been placed down here and her eyes shot to the walls seeing the salt line all the way around the edge. They had tried to bind her powers while being in this room as some sort of protection. She looked up at Deborah with a raised eyebrow. The obvious smug look on the woman soon dropped. Leyanne clicked her fingers igniting every candle on the wall and the low fireplace to one side with a blast of flame showing her that her powers were not affected one iota.

'What the....?' Deborah's shocked response sent all colour draining from her face. Her mouth gaping open.

'If you are going to try and bind a witches power's make sure you have a clue how to do it' Leyanne smiled sarcastically. Cora tried to hide her grin and turned away to admire some crystal hangers in the corner. 'Don't insult a member of the high council either, such disrespect will not be tolerated again' Leyanne snapped and turned back to the young girl. Deborah slunk back speechless, the first time real alarm on her face as she appraised Leyanne with wonder. Had she really doubted who Leyanne really was? Fool!

The girl had moved out and pulled her hood back, she walked forward into the light and lifted her chin to Leyanne almost shyly. She was impressed with the show of power, Leyanne could tell.  The second Leyanne saw her face she gasped in surprise that was not concealed. She felt every face snap to her in confusion. The young girl had long black hair and pale white skin, the most translucent aqua eyes you had ever seen in an elfin face, a face so familiar it took her breath away and replaced her anger with tears.

'Eleanor?' Her voice croaked sadly as she reached out to touch the girl's face. The girl looked to Deborah in confusion and then back to Leyanne, moving out of reach of inspecting fingers.

'No, my name is Annabelle' her cheeks coloured and she stammered. She looked unsure and shy. Leyanne snapped her focus back to the present, pushing down the sudden surge of emotion.

'Sorry. No . Eleanor was your mother. She was my friend. You look so much like her.' Leyanne needed to touch the girl to be sure but she was keeping her distance, the shock on her face evidence that she had no clue what Leyanne was saying.

'I'm her mother!' Deborah snapped moving close in anger, she moved in front of the girl shielding her some from Leyanne.

' Liar' Leyanne pushed her aside without physical touch and felt a satisfied smile on her face at Deborah's shock. She had never met a witch with any real power before, she guessed. The fear evident as she recoiled away back to the shadows, looking to Cora for help. Cora only shrugged and remained still. Moving forward Leyanne caught Annabelle's wrist and immediately caught the flicker of visions. The girl's eyes widened, she saw them too. A definite sign she was a Seer. The flicker of faces and places, people, and the birth of a little black haired baby with aqua eyes. Leyanne's face came into view as she leant in blessing the child, casting a spell. Yes, this was Eleanor's daughter. She released her and saw the confusion and question over the girls face.

'It was you?' the girl's breathy question. 'How did you know it was me? That I was adopted?' her confusion was endearing. Leyanne sighed.

'You look so much like her, only the daughter of an Elvin woman could look like you. The unearthly beauty is not human, it explains your gift as a seer.' Leyanne motioned for her to follow and headed to the chairs crowded in a far corner, Deborah and Cora hesitated then followed.

Different Types of Witch in The Cruden Tale.

Another little extra blog post relating to my ongoing series . 

Types of witches in The Cruden Tale!Generalised Witch categories. Read the Cruden Tale!
Wiccan: A modern Pagan religion with spiritual roots in the earliest expressions of reverence for nature. There might be a few Wiccans in the Cruden Tale along the way, usually the witches do not specifically identify themselves within the story unless asked.
**Witch: A practitioner of folk magick, particularly that kind relating to herbs, stones, colors, wells, rivers, etc. General term in the Cruden Tale for any who possess the ability to do witchcraft.
Sorcerer: is a Latin term meaning “wrongdoing” or “mischief”, and is used to describe  Witches who have become mischevious in using harmful magic. A couple of naughty witches along the way on the wrong side of good and evil.
Pagan/Neo-Pagan/Paganism: General term for followers of Wicca and polytheistic Earth-based religions. Again these type are not usually identified within the tale.
Shaman: A Shaman is an intermediary between this world and the spirit world. In the tale this type of Witch is normally referred to as a Precog, psychic witches.
Warlocks: Normally male witches are referred to as Warlocks, there is confusion as this can have the same meaning as a sorcerer but in the Cruden Tale it is not the case. Warlocks in the tale are males possessing a greater magic than mere Witches on the side of good or bad.

Norse (Volva): Volva means Wand Carrier and these witches are based on Viking descent and beliefs.
** More specific types of Witch

Traditional Witch – The witches who take the journey of traditional witchcraft, are interested in the old ways (pre-Christian), and are followers of history and the arts, building a foundation for their craft. 

Kitchen Witch: This Witch carries practical sides of the Wiccan / Pagan religion, magic, gemstones, the elements and the earth. 

Green Witch: Is the practice of nature-based and earth oriented witchcraft, drawing on the folklore, folk religion and folk magic of ancient cultures as they connected to the forest.

Hedge Witch: Hedge craft is a path that is somewhat shamanic in nature, (sometimes referred to as wise man & wise woman) as they are practitioners of an Earth-based spirituality. 

Eclectic Witch: An individual approach that picks and chooses from many different traditions and creates a personalised form of witchcraft that meets their individual needs and abilities.

Hereditary Witchcraft : The term hereditary witchcraft, is given to the witch who has inherited the magic gifts through genealogy.

Sea Witch: (water witch) As the name implies, sea witches are believed to be able to control many aspects of nature relating to water, most commonly an ocean or sea. 

Solitary Witch. A solitary practitioner is an individual who chooses to practice their spiritual faith in the privacy of his or her home or other designated space, without the need to participate in a group such as that of a Wiccan coven
Voodoo Witch: Their practices revolve around specific beliefs and a pantheon of Gods and Goddesses.

Raw Release of my Trilogy Book 1 - The Carrero effect

As I am still in the editing phase of my Just Rose book which will be set to hit Amazon upon completion I have decided to give you something else to get your teeth into. That is the unedited, unpolished version of my book one from my upcoming trilogy. The version will be expanded in time, smoothed out and may have some minor changed eventually as it hits the editing process but for now it's still a meaty read. Book two is written and the third is almost done, so don't worry about a huge long wait, there is more to come!!!



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Emma Anderson has everything in her  life worked out, the perfect job in a Manhattan empire allowing her to live a quiet organised and safe life. A necessity to her. That is until a promotion sends her straight into the presence of her young, super hot playboy billionaire boss and stuck as his right-hand man every waking moment of every single day.  Like chalk and cheese, two people with no longing for love or complication this unusual pairing may either be just what she needs in her life or the absolute path to disaster. Her past may never allow her to ever trust him or any man.  A complex story in three parts. Love-able sexy characters and deep emotional topics.  Contains some mature, adult content and language.
Be warned this book has swearing and scenes of a sexual nature so please only read if you are not offended by it. It touches on sensitive subjects as abuse and sexual abuse.
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Vampirism supression spell -The Cruden Tale Grimoire #2

Print or copy the upcoming spells and rituals into your very own Grimoire or Book of shadows and create a complete Cruden spell book with me.
If you are a follower of my blog series The Cruden Tale you will know that Leyanne Cruden is a witch who gains her power from the moon god Khonsu. This is a powerful spell she uses in instalment 2 to rid a vampire of his human blood lust , so for now enjoy the ritual. 

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Vampirism Suppression spell

Dried ground AsafoetidaWhen you burn it, the smoke will clear all spirits and magic
Garlic 
Used to strengthen energy within a spell
Betony
 Keeps all sorts of evil and malicious entities away from you.Blackberry
One of the most powerful protective plants, fights compulsion within a curse.
Dandelion
Clear out your negative energy and form a white light shield to enable rehabilitation.
Mullein
A heavy hitter in the herb world. It’s a super-powerful protective herb known to drive demons away.
Valerian
Valerian is used to purify an area of negative energy.
Ground human boneConnects the recipient to its human side of the psyche
Dried powdered human bloodObject of ones obsession for removal
Moon water
Enhance magical workings related to the sign.
All ingredients should be dried and ground into a powder. Combine all in an earthenware bowl.You will need the fresh blood of a forest animal, use a pure silver goblet to hold the liquid as the silver will purify the blood and work with the spell.


Incantation
Free your mind and focus on the Moon God Khonsu, ask him quietly to give you the strength to carry out his work.
Repeat quietly and touch your bowl setting the ingredients alight, a cloud of black smoke should form, direct towards the vampire and make them inhale the smoke while focusing on the compulsion of human blood.
say aloud 'Bllod separant libidine sanguinem sitientem ad necessitatem et indigentiam, et famem, ad famem, fit de vita, vitae'

Now pour the remnants of scorched powder into the blood and stir. Make the vampire drink every drop immediately while still warm. They will experience a great pain through out the spell and once recovered after drinking the urge to feed from humans will be under control. The spell will be broken by taking a drink of human blood.

Cornel is cured from his human blood lust,