“She won’t be able to see me,” Cole whispered. “Distract her, and I’ll cast on her.”
“Black magic,” Talia clarified. “You mean you’re going to cast black magic.”
“If I have to.”
Spell of Vanishing, ms pg 170
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Daniela Ferraro hopped out of the other vehicle before it had come to a full stop and tore open Talia’s passenger door. She was casting so fast, one moment she was a scared, dark-haired woman and the next she was covered in frost.
Spell of Vanishing, ms pg 176
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Talia held onto Cole, so overwhelmed with sensation and emotion she didn’t feel human anymore. More like free-flowing electricity. Like starlight. Like a force of nature.
Spell of Vanishing, ms pg 192
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I am tickled pink to announce that the second volume in my Dark Caster paranormal series, Spell of Binding, is now an audiobook.
Even better news? The book Reading Cafe reviewer Xtina said “kept me on the edge of my seat the whole time” is specially priced at only $1.99!
Look for it on iTunes, Amazon, and Audible.com.
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I’m very excited that Elizabeth Siedt has agreed to narrate book two in the Dark Caster series. Currently it is in the production stage, but I’ll let you know when it is available (Hopefully soon!).
You can pick up the audiobook of Spell of Summoning, the first novel in the series, now at Amazon and iTunes.
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Can you picture Buster in these two beautiful dogs? Change one’s fur to blond and give him a bit of a jumping problem, and it’s Holden’s little buddy in my new release, Spell of Summoning.
Below is the view I imagine Rebecca had moments before this scene: (Sorry, Becca!)
Buster’s ears perked up. Holden dug in his heels, but Buster was eighty-five pounds of overgrown puppy. He launched himself at Rebecca full force as if he had springs for feet. The leash jerked out of Holden’s hand, and before he could stop him, his dog scratched both her knees, untucked her white blouse, and slammed her against her car.
Spell of Summoning pg. 2
As a bonus, here is the (fictional) Bull Dog Inn in (the very real) Jacksonville, NC–external staircase and all. This is not Rebecca’s favorite place. 😉
What I imagine the Powell House looks like. Just picture a bigger tree in the yard and missing roof tiles.
Holden’s stripped down 1979 Jeep. Can’t you see Buster sitting in the front seat?
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Three very special fans sent me bouquets of flowers in honor of the launch of Spell of Summoning. Now I get to write seeing and smelling the most beautiful flowers. Thank you for brightening my week!
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April in North Carolina didn’t have the sticky heat that would settle over the state during the summer months, but it was warm. Sweat tickled at the back of Holden Clark’s neck. But not because of the weather. He’d lied to a woman to get her here.
Well, lie was a strong word. He’d rather say he’d persuaded a woman to join him for lunch under false pretenses. Because he wasn’t a liar. In fact, he prided himself on his honesty.
But he couldn’t think of any other way to get Rebecca Powell to meet him here. Telling her the truth over the phone was out of the question.
Buster, Holden’s yellow Labrador, sat up off the asphalt and whined at an approaching, slow-moving vehicle. This must be her.
A silver Lexus pulled over and parked two spots down in the half-empty lot, giving Holden plenty of room to watch Rebecca Powell through her car windows. Grams was right. No doubt about it, the woman was under a summoning spell, and the demon trying desperately to break into their world clung to Ms. Powell’s blonde hair and narrow shoulders like a filthy veil.
“Tell her whatever you have to,” Grams said, rounding the hood of his stripped-down 1979 Jeep. “She doesn’t have much time.”
He leaned against the passenger door, his fingers tightening to the point of pain around Buster’s long, braided leash. The air between him and Rebecca crackled with magical energy. The spell on her was no amateurish accident. It was stronger than anything he’d ever experienced. Fear coiled inside him. He couldn’t help her. No matter what his Grams said.
Spell of Summoning, ms pg 1
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Holden frowned, his gaze criss-crossing her face. “Am I wrong?”
“That’s private.” Rebecca pointed at her car. “I have a lot of work to do.” That wasn’t true. Not completely. She owned her own office. She made her own schedule.
He looked her right in the eye and leaned in even closer. Way too close. Kissing range close. “A necromancer is targeting you for a full blown demon possession. I can help you, if you let me.”
Becca swallowed, overwhelmed with the urge to retreat. His body heat rolled over her like a wave. “What do you–”
“I know what’s happening because I’m a necromancer, too.”
Spell of Summoning, ms pg. 11
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Holden let her go, sliding her down the entire length of his torso. He stepped back, and the temperature in the room dropped at least twenty degrees.
“It’s for the best.” Good God, Rebecca was babbling and couldn’t stop. “I have a lot of respect for you. I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”
Holden stared at her from under his brows, burning a hole through her, as if he didn’t hear anything she said. She wet her lips, getting the feeling he was not in agreement with her on the whole keep-your-distance policy.
“Right. That makes sense.” But his eyes said, I want you, and I don’t care what you say.
Rebecca had to put more space between them or she’d do something stupid. Like kiss him back.
Spell of Summoning, ms pg. 100
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