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Mystic Loon

What’s with the loon? Let me tell you a story…

 

I love to swim, and with the quarantine, I’ve had little opportunity to do so this year. Luckily, I have a good friend who offered her cottage for a week-long writing retreat. It was wonderful. I edited book 2 (Dervishes Don’t Dance) and ate and read…and swam. Here’s the loony part. 

 

Ontario is home to many loons of the feathered variety (quite a few of the human variety too). Our dollar coin is affectionately called the “loony” because it features one of these beautiful birds. So I was thrilled to hear their unusual call the first night at the cottage. When I swam each day, I only saw them from afar, but even that was pretty cool. 

 

Then, one afternoon as I was floating in the middle of the lake, plotting out book 3, I heard a SQUAWK! right behind my ear. If I hadn’t been floating, I’d have fallen over. I turned around, and he was right beside me, so close I could have touched him. I think I startled the poor guy as much as he startled me! He squawked again as if to say, “What are you doing in the middle of my lake, hooman?” We ogled each other for a few minutes. He was beautiful! And bigger than I had imagined with a wickedly sharp beak. 

Then he dove a caught a fish, right in front of me. His mate called to him from across the lake (“Stop flirting and bring that fish!”) so he left me for her, dolphin-diving all the way to the other end of the lake. It was a mystical experience.

 

Don’t be surprised if in a future Valkyrie Bestiary book, Kyra finds herself face-to-face with a loon! I'd love to hear about your mystical encounters with furred, feathered or scaled creatures. Just reply right in the comments.

New Cover for Hidden Coven

Hidden Coven got a fresh coat of paint this week with a new cover! Art by Pamela Francescut

Quinn is cursed. Bobbi’s a magical screw-up. Together they just might save two worlds.

As ley-lines swell, thinning the veil between worlds, the witches of Hidden Coven guard their most precious resource—magic. Protected by dark wards and guided by a mad seer, the coven is still vulnerable to the attacks of a true demon intent on seizing the coven’s power.

In this complete series of five novellas, Bobbi begins as a novice spell-caster, more powerful and dangerous than anyone guesses. She will have to become the warrior and protector that the divine Lady sees in her. She’ll lay her life on the line.She’ll even question her sanity. Is it all worth it to save a coven that doesn’t seem to want her? 
Quinn has his own demons to fight, including his cold-hearted mother and a mystical illness that threatens to take him down. Together, Bobbi and Quinn confront the family secrets that set their story in motion long before they were even born. 

You’ll keep turning the pages on this paranormal thriller because of its quirky characters, sizzling romance and dark intrigue.

Grab your copy now.

 

I Brake for Snails

Despite my protesting knees, I try to walk every day. And since there is a lovely wooded path nearby, I often see critters--squirrels, chipmunks and bunnies, but I've also seen a mink, a raccoon, geese, herons, salamanders, snakes and many, many snails. They come out after it rains and it breaks my heart to see them squished on the path from bikers. So I usually stop and move them off to the side. I always wonder if it's really traumatic for them to see a giant hand coming down then being uprooted and moved a dozen feet (which is a world away for them). And yes, that's how authors come up with stories.

 

imageHere's a cutie that I found on the path this week. Just like Kyra in in Dragons Don't Eat Meat, snails fascinate me--the way they glide across the ground, their funny little eye stalks, and the perfect work of art that is their shell. Truly one of our world's magnificent wonders.

 

Here's a snippet from Dragons Don't Eat Meat about how Kyra gets the best gift for a critter-lover.

 

“I have something for you.” Mason pulled a small glass terrarium from the bookshelves that lined one entire wall of the room. “In truth, he came along for the ride from the Inbetween without permission. I found him in my bag when I was unpacking, and I don’t recognize the species. I’m afraid to put him in the garden and have him eat all my roses.” 

 

imageI peered inside the case. A small snail sat on a pile of leaves. It had a brilliant hued shell, all in jewel tones—green, pink and blue. 

 

“You know most girls get flowers.” 

 

“Well, you’re not most girls.” He watched me with a worried expression, his eyes flicking down to my lips and back to my eyes. 

 

“I love it.” And I did. Mason could have squashed the gastropod under his shoe. He could have flushed it or left it outside in a strange environment to die. Only someone who really got me would understand that I would love to take in a lost little snail. I squeezed his arm and he smiled a small, tight smile. 

 

Dragons Don't Eat Meat is now available in paperback and eBooks are available at pre-order prices. Launch is August 15th!

Any book sniffers in the house? Paperbacks are in!

 

 

imagePssst! Want to know a secret? Dragons Don’t Eat Meat releases on August 15th, but the paperback is already available! Here's what one reviewer had to say:

 

“Dragons Don’t Eat Meat is truly a magical romp through a fantastical world that is the earth of the future...I am invested in these characters and that is the greatest praise I can give any author.” Reviewed by Grant Leishman, Readers’ Favorite.

 

Click here to get the paperback now!

 

 

 

 

 

Hidden Coven only 99¢!

imageAnd more exciting news! The entire 5-book series of Hidden Coven is available for a short time at only $0.99! Here's a snippet from Trigger Magic, Book 3. Bobbi and Quinn have just gone on a scavenger hunt sparked by an old rhyme her mother taught her. Expecting to find a grimoire, they instead uncover a mysterious package hidden in a cave.

 

Bobbi unfolded the cloth wrapping to reveal a small silver statue of a horse with a sharp horn protruding from its brow. It should have been whimsical, except a rusty brown substance covered the horn. 

 

“That’s blood,” Quinn said. “If your mother left it for you, it’s probably keyed to you.” 

 

“It’s always about the blood, isn’t it?” She sighed, then looked to Quinn for approval. When he nodded, she stuck her finger with the horn. 

 

There are moments in time that seem to hold more weight than others, moments when forces converge, the gods look up from their great game of chess, and the universe holds its breath. This was one of those moments. 

 

Then the universe exhaled and all hell broke loose. 

 

The silver horse exploded in a ball of light leaving a huge leather-bound book in Bobbi’s hands. 

 

A creature shot into the clearing, its thin body topped by a bulbous head with enormous black eyes. Leathery wings spread from its back, waving frantically. 

 

“Divine lady! Run now! Take your treasure, most holy one, and go! Go! Go! Before the dark one comes!” 

 

A spear of lightning exploded against the cliff.

 

The creature shrieked and disappeared into the trees, trailing a long sinewy tail.

 

Another bolt hit the wall, and a woman stepped from the trees. Quinn pulled Bobbi behind him and threw up a ward.

 

“Hidden Coven is the best boxed set I’ve ever read.” ~Readers’ Favorite. 

 

Click here to get Hidden Coven, The Complete Series for only $0.99!

 

 


 

Magic in My Neighborhood

I’m good at talking about books, but not so good at talking about me. Sigh. That’s because I’m pretty boring. Which is maybe why I write such action-packed stories. Writing is a diversion, just like reading. 

 

But I would like to share a little bit about my home. I live in Ontario, Canada about an hour north of Toronto. We had snow on May 8th this year. Two weeks later the temperature soared to 32℃ (that’s 90℉). And today it feels like winter again. The weather here is as temperamental as a our geese (if you’ve never come up against an angry Canada Goose…well, that’s a story for another day). 

 

Regardless, I try to walk everyday. There is a little patch of woods near my house where the trilliums bloom every May and it’s like walking through a fairy land.

 

 

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Trilliums are the provincial flower of Ontario. If you pick the blooms, the plant dies. Every child is taught not to pick them, and so they have this sort of ethereal and mystical aura about them. There’s a sign up on my block that says: Trilliums are in bloom! Walk 5 minutes that way. And people come to see the precious pink and white flowers from all over. They are fleeting, fragile and inspiring. Walking through them, I can’t help but believe there is magic in our world too. I hope you can find it in your neighborhood.

 

On that note, I’d like to invite you to join Magic, Mystery and Monsters, a Facebook group for discussion about all things fantastical. Read excerpts from many different authors and just have some general fun.

 

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Free Books, Cheap Books, and More Books!

This week I have several terrific book fairs for you. Discover some new authors and fill your e-reader with enough books to get though the summer. Or if you're a book sniffer and want to hold a real book in your hands, there's even a paperback book sale for you. Enjoy!

 

Paranormal & Fantasy Romance on Kindle, Kobo, Nook and more

 

Free Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Book Fair

 

Paranormal Romance Give-away. All books free!

 

The Magic of Summer. Free Magic Reads

 

For Paperback Lovers: Books in print sale

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