Monday, November 25, 2013

Blog Tour + Giveaway: Allegories of the Tarot

Allegories of the Tarot Badass Marketing Blog TourGet to know Samantha Henderson, one of the 22 contributors to the recently-released Allegories of the Tarot Anthology (which is already trailblazing its way up the fantasy anthology charts on Amazon!). Samantha wrote her tale, L’Etoile Flamboyant, based on the Star card. You can read an excerpt of her story below.
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About Samantha


Samantha Henderson lives in Covina, California by way of England, South Africa, Illinois and Oregon. Her short fiction and poetry have been published in Realms of Fantasy, Strange Horizons, Goblin Fruit and Weird Tales, and reprinted in The Year’s Best Fantasy and Science Fiction, Steampunk II: Steampunk Reloaded, Steampunk Revolutions and the Mammoth Book of Steampunk. She is the co-winner of the 2010 Rhysling Award for speculative poetry, and is the author of the Forgotten Realms novel Dawnbringer. For more information, check out her website at samanthahenderson.com.

Just a few questions...


What intrigues you about this particular Tarot card? The Star, with one foot in the water and one foot on land, represents the places between, the place in the gateway where one is in both or neither place, the interstitial. She represents a means of solving mysteries that, while informed by the logical and “real,” comes from the heart of intuition. It intrigues me that she pours water into water, and that when she pours water on the land it returns to water.

Why did you decide to get roped into this project? The mighty will of Netta, and also the fact that it’s a brilliant idea for a project.

Have you ever had dealings with the Tarot before? I’ve had the occasional reading.

What other projects do you have planned? I’m preparing The Red Bride, a collection of short stories (new as well as reprints) which is scheduled to be published by Gryffynperch Books later this year. I’m also working on a YA novel about selchies, in addition to a “magnet-punk” novel set in the world of my short story “Cinderella Suicide.”

Star share photoHow did you decide what to write about? Netta assigned me the Star card, which seemed very intriguing to me. That night, I had a very vivid dream about being at the Griffith Observatory, standing with one foot in a pool of water (like the figure of the Star), and reaching for the sky. From that came a post-apocalypse setting, with Los Angeles drowned by the sea and the Observatory looming above.

How literal did you want to get with your card? Only in calling the little girl L’Etoile Flamboyant, which is one of the interpretations of the Star card.

Is your story a part of something you've written about previously? Khasar, the diabolic hypnotist, was a figure I’d played with before, and I could manage to find his story. He poked his head into L’Etoile Flamboyant and I was happy to keep him on as an antagonist.

Would you like to have written about any other card? Which card? Why? I liked my card! But I think there’s a number of stories that would be fun to write about all the other Major Arcana.

If you could have the power to divine the future, would you or would you not and why? It would be tempting! But no, no. That way lies madness.

An excerpt from L'Etoile Flamboyant



Last night I dreamed about the Painted Children: the Dragon Leviathan, the Boy made of Horses, and the girl, L’Etoile Flamboyant. In the dream, I was sitting at the edge of the cliff beside the ruins, not far from where I lie now, but I was straight and whole again, the tiger reclining beside me like an outsized housecat. The water at the foot of the cliff glistened in the starlight, and the Children were in a boat, little wider than a rowboat, looking up at me. The girl stretched out her arms, and I shifted as if to rise. The tiger gave me a lazy nudge. Not yet, it said, silently. We are still at the business of dying.

Read the rest of L'Etoile Flamboyant in the Allegories of the Tarot Anthology!

About Allegories of the Tarot


Allegories of the TarotOnce upon a time, there was an editor with a fascination for the Tarot. She was struck one day by a crazy idea. “Hey,” she said. “What if twenty-two writers each wrote a story about the twenty-two cards of the Major Arcana of the Tarot and were fashioned into an anthology?”

The idea would not leave her alone.

And thus, the Allegories of the Tarot was born.

Crowdfunded by a campaign on Indiegogo with the help and support of an amazing group of writers, twenty-two stories were crafted around the mysteries of the Tarot. The group includes a Pushcart Prize nominee, a Pulp Ark nominee, a former Bigfoot researcher, a journalist, an award-winning YA author, and a Rhysling Award winner. Professional writers, new talent, and a range of genres boggling the mind: Horror, Speculative Fiction, Bizarro Fiction, Erotica, Mystery, Humor, Paranormal, Epic Fantasy, Literary, Romance, and Historical Fantasy.

What has emerged is an outstanding collection of fiction, unique and mysterious. Stories that will make you cry, make you laugh, and make you think. Stories that make you feel the touch of the Universe.

Dare to step through the portal to shadowy realms and emotional journeys.

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Allegories of the Tarot is available in e-book and paperback format on Amazon, Kobo, and in multiple e-book formats on Smashwords.

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Book Blast + Giveaway: The Flowering Series by Sarah Daltry

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You met them in Forget Me Not. Now, hear Jack’s story.
Plagued by a dark past, Jack sees college as a way out. Desperate to escape the area where he grew up, the people who know his secrets, and his own family, he deals with his problems through alcohol and sex.
When he first sees Lily, she’s the epitome of everything he hates. Yet something about her makes Jack rethink everything he knows and assumes about other people. Now, with the help of his best friend and lover, Jack has to decide if he wants to pursue something that he knows will only end badly.
Can Lily be one of the few people who can see Jack for who he really is – or will his darkness be too much for her to handle?
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sarah Daltry writes about the regular people who populate our lives. She’s written works in various genres – romance, erotica, fantasy, horror. Genre isn’t as important as telling a story about people and how their lives unfold. Sarah tends to focus on YA/NA characters but she’s been known to shake it up. Most of her stories are about relationships – romantic, familial, friendly – because love and empathy are the foundation of life. It doesn’t matter if the story is set in contemporary NY, historical Britain, or a fantasy world in the future – human beings are most interesting in the ways they interact with others. This is the principle behind all of Sarah’s stories.

Sarah has spent most of her life in school, from her BA and MA in English and writing to teaching both at the high school and college level. She also loves studying art history and really anything because learning is fun.
When Sarah isn’t writing, she tends to waste a lot of time checking Facebook for pictures of cats, shooting virtual zombies, and simply staring out the window.
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Book Blitz + Giveaway: Chameleon by Kenya Wright


Title: Chameleon
Genre: New Adult Urban Fantasy
Author: Kenya Wright
 
 
Blurb:
Cameo lives in a caged supernatural city where all species are tagged at birth with silver brands embedded in their foreheads. Her X brand identifies her as a Mixbreed, but she’s so much more. Like a chameleon, she can shift from one person’s image to another.
 
It’s a great way to make money for a habitat street kid, or Cage Punk as most people call them. Wiz, her street partner-in-crime, finds her jobs to use her abilities. Some jobs entail changing into people to take academic tests. Others require more skill and involve higher risk.
 
When Wiz asks Cameo to stand in for a Were-wolf teenager who doesn't want to go to her debutante ball, it seems like just another job, until a corpse is discovered and an old friend of Wiz appears.
 
Kenya Wright always knew she would be famous since the ripe old age of six when she sang the Michael Jackson thriller song in her bathroom mirror. She has tried her hand at many things from enlisting in the Navy for six years as a Persian-Farsi linguist to being a nude model at an art university.
 
However, writing has been the only constant love in her life. Will she succeed? Of course.
For she has been coined The Urban Fantasy Queen, the Super Iconic Writer of this Age, The Lyrical Genius of Our Generation. Granted, these are all terms coined by her, within the private walls of her bathroom as she still sings the Michael Jackson thriller song.
 
Kenya Wright currently resides in Miami with her three amazing, overactive children, a supportive, gorgeous husband, and three cool black cats that refuse to stop sleeping on Kenya’s head at night.


Giveaway:
$25 Amazon Gift Card and Kenya Wright's Paranormal Romance ebook Bundle Giveaway (Eight Books: The first three Santeria Habitat Books, Vampire King Series, Incubus Hunter, and Chameleon)

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Review(Wander Dust) + Blog Tour + Giveaway: Seraphina Parrish Trilogy by Michelle Warren


Wander Dust 
Series- Seraphina Parrish Trilogy # 1 
By- Michelle Warren
Publication Date- November 30, 2013
Genre- YA/Fantasy/Time Travel/Romance


Blurb:
Ever since her sixteenth birthday, strange things keep happening to Seraphina Parrish. Unexplainable premonitions catapult her to faraway cities. A street gang wants to kill her, and a beautiful, mysterious boy stalks her.

But when Sera moves to Chicago, and her aunt reveals their family connection to a centuries old, secret society, she’s immediately thrust into an unbelievable fantasy world, leading her on a quest to unravel the mysteries that plague her. In the end, their meanings crash into an epic struggle of loyalty and betrayal, and she’ll be forced to choose between the boy who has stolen her heart and the thing she desires most.

Wander Dust is the breathtaking fantasy that will catapult you through a story of time, adventure, and love.






Review:
Here we go again with the Timey Whimey. Wander Dust at first glance will never show you where you will go while reading this book. What I thought I was going to read about was nothing like it turned out to be and I loved that! If you're looking for a book that is different, entertaining and has a hint of whimsy and magic, you are absolutely in the right place. Seraphina Parrish will take you on a journey of typical teenage girl mixed with some dramatic secret society and time travel mischief.

Sera herself was a great character. She was smart and witty at the same time as being a normal teenage girl which worked for the story. She resisted this idea of time travel and weird things happening to her, which any normal person would, and I liked that because it seemed appropriate. Her romance didn't happen instantly and built slowly throughout the book which I wish existed in more books instead of the sappy insta-love that has permeated the market. Sera was the one that initiated that kind of story building as a character so it would have ended really badly as a book if she had failed as the lead, and she excelled in it.


Taking into account that the main character succeeded, the rest of the story fell into place behind Sera. I thought the whole idea of her as child moving all these different places and then finally finding this fixed location that is sort of off the map was awesome. As with most time travel and fantasy books it takes a while to get to the heart of the story, and for good reason. There is so much set up to be done and characters to dress and logistics of story lines that it can be difficult to read through the first half of the book not really sure where you going, but I encourage you to push through because after all the mystery is revealed the story really takes off from there! I am really excited to find out where everything is going from this launching point, but I had a great time going on this adventure with her and really recommend this to anyone looking for a story that will take you along for a ride.- My Opinion- Buy it!

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Protecting Truth 
Series- Seraphina Parrish Trilogy # 2 
By- Michelle Warren
Publication Date- September 19th, 2012
Genre- YA/Fantasy/Time Travel/Romance 

Blurb:
Seraphina’s keeping a secret from her Wandering team: she’s perfecting her fighting skills. But telling Sam and Bishop the truth would only alert them to her plan: to go back in time, save her mom, and finish what she started. With the help of Turner, Bishop’s handsome twin, she progresses toward her goal but plummets deeper into dangerous territory where the lines of friendship and romance are blurred. One passionate kiss changes everything, leading Sera to unravel a shocking web of family secrets, heartbreaking ulterior motives, and sinister agendas. Love and lies collide in a haunting climax, where the truest souls may not survive.

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Seeing Light 
Series- Seraphina Parrish Trilogy # 3 
By- Michelle Warren 
Publication Date- October 10th, 2013
Genre-YA/Fantasy/Time Travel/Romance


Blurb:
As the corruption of the Society intensifies and the questions surrounding her mother mount, Seraphina Parrish embarks on a journey to find Terease in the terrifying Wandering city of Nocturna. But the information she learns there only sends her team on a dangerous mission to fulfill an ancient prophecy. Delving deep into the disturbing secrets of their world, the revelations quickly unravel, revealing shocking truths about the Society and Sera’s life. In the end, power and courage clash in a mission for freedom that may shatter the Wandering world completely.




About the Author:

Michelle Warren is the author of the Seraphina Parrish Trilogy. She didn't travel the road to writer immediately. She spent over a decade as professional Illustrator and designer. Her artistic creativity combined with her love of science fiction, paranormal and fantasy led her to write her first YA novel, Wander Dust. Michelle loves reading and traveling to places that inspire her to create. She resides in downtown Chicago, not far from her imaginary Wandering world.

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Blog Tour + Giveaway: Fire and Ice by Lacey Weatherford


Fire & Ice
Series- Book Of Shadows Book # 1 
By- Lacey Weatherford 
Publication Date- September 8, 2013 

Blurb:
Time passes . . . sometimes too quickly, other times not fast enough, but that’s not what’s important. The essential thing is what we learn about ourselves during that passage of time and how we apply it. Will we continue to follow the destructive paths we find ourselves on? Will we give in to circumstances that seem completely unchangeable? Or will we desperately fight to hold onto those we love and to what’s good inside us—no matter how terrible the cost?
I only know I would do whatever was required of me to keep Portia, but in a world of witches, warlocks, and demons, anything can happen.

My name is Vance Mangum, and this is my story.

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Excerpt:
“Working on the bike today, I see.” Marsha smiled at me, drying her hands on a dishtowel as she leaned against the doorframe leading from the kitchen into the garage.
“Yeah,” I replied as I attempted to crank a bolt on the engine tighter. “It would be nice if this stupid piece would cooperate with me, though.” My hand slipped off the wrench and my finger slid against a piece of sharp metal. I felt the tear in my skin before I saw the blood. “Damn it!” I grumbled, grabbing the oily rag next to me and holding it against the wound.
Marsha started laughing and I glanced at her with a questioning stare. “Why don’t you use your magic? It would be much easier on you from the looks of it.”
“For the same reason you’re washing the dishes by hand,” I replied, nodding toward her dishtowel. “I don’t want to die of boredom. Besides, I like staying busy working. You know that.”
She nodded. “I do. I simply find it funny you don’t use magic to help yourself when things are tough.”
Shrugging, I stared back at the bike. “It’s a vendetta now. Using magic is like saying I let the bike beat me. It’s not going to win.”
Marsha continued chuckling, shaking her head. “You and your competitive nature. You’d rather be hurt than give in. It’s a shame you can’t do sports. It’d probably help you release some of this pent up aggression you’re always carrying around.”
“Blowing up something usually helps take care of things like that.”
“And what exactly have you been blowing up?” She suddenly seemed concerned.
I sighed. “Don’t worry. Only some old dead trees out in the middle of nowhere. And before you start the lecture about forest fires; yes, I make sure nothing catches on fire.”
She eyed me for a moment, as if trying to decide whether or not to trust me. “Fine. Just be careful. Are you planning on working on this motorcycle all day?”
“For the most part. I told Bruce I’d try to have it done for him by the end of the month.”
“He was so excited when he found out how good you are with bikes. I think he’s wanted it to be rebuilt for quite a while. Every time I’ve seen him, he asks me about it. That’s all he ever talks to me about.”
I grinned. “I know. I can’t believe he had this clunker sitting in his garage for so many years. I have a cool idea for it, but I’ll need to get some help.”
“Really? What?”
“See this area around the wheels?” I pointed to where the spokes came together. “I was thinking it would be cool to have some custom made metal flames here that would match the flames on the gas tank. It would tie the design together nicely, don’t you think?”
She smiled. “You have such a great eye for detail, and yes, I agree. I think Bruce would love it. Where would you find something like that?”
“I want to go to Laramie Jackson’s knife shop and see if he can help me design something unique for it.” I stood and went to my workbench to deposit my tools, before washing my hands at the basin sink.
“That’s a fabulous idea! I know you love the athame he custom made for you.”
“Shh . . .” I teased. “He doesn’t know it’s an athame—it’s only an awesome knife as far as he’s concerned. You’re gonna get me in trouble.”
She rolled her eyes. “Whatever. I’m sure he’s happy to help you. You’ve had him outfit half the coven with knives now.”
“The best for the best.” I winked at her. “Do you need me to get anything for you while I’m out?”
“Not that I can think of right now. I’ll text you if anything comes to mind. Are you going to see Portia too?”
She caught me totally off guard and I snapped my head over to look at her, squinting and wondering if she was hinting at something else.
“Why would I go see her?” I hadn’t told anyone—not even her—about my interest in Portia. I didn’t want anyone to think it was wrong or tell me I couldn’t be with her. Until I discovered more information about what was happening between us, I intended to keep it to myself.
Apparently, I sounded slightly too aggressive in my response. “Easy there, killer.” She held up a hand in surrender. “I noticed you seemed to have a connection with her is all. I know you don’t like to allow yourself to make friends, but she’s different. She’s a witch, and she’s part of your coven. That means you won’t have to keep any secrets from her. There hasn’t been anyone like that in your life before—at least not your age anyway. I worry about you being alone all the time.”
I sighed, walking to my bike. “No, I didn’t have any plans to go see her today,” I replied as I straddled the bike, secretly wishing Portia needed me for some reason.
“Well, can I intrude and ask if you like her?”
Glancing over, I saw a soft look in her eyes. Was she trying to play matchmaker all of a sudden? I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
“Of course I like her. I like everyone,” I replied vaguely, slipping my key into the ignition.
“You know what I mean. Would you ever be interested in dating her?”
I chuckled. “You really think Sean would go for that?”
She shrugged. “I don’t see why not. You’re a good kid. He knows that.”
“We may be close in school, but you can’t forget, I’m eighteen and she’s sixteen. I think Sean would sooner slap a restraining order on me than let me date his only child.”
“I don’t see why your age matters one bit; unless you’re planning on doing something that would make you being a legal adult and her a minor a problem. Is there something I should know?” She stared pointedly at me.
I laughed loudly. “Pipe down, Mom. I’ve been nothing but the perfect gentleman.”
Her gaze wandered over me. “I mean, I understand you’re a man now, and men have urg—”
“Stop right there, Marsha. This conversation is finished.” I started the bike, gassing the throttle and the garage echoed with the sound.
She cupped her hands and shouted above the noise. “I only wanted to know if you want to date her!”
“What?” I hollered back with a grin, revving the engine again, pretending I couldn’t hear her.
“Do you want to date her?” She waved her hands at the exhaust fumes filling the air.
Pointing to my ear, I shook my head. “I’ll talk to you when I get home.” I slipped my helmet on and took off out the open garage door. Tossing a quick glance in her direction as I turned onto the street, I started laughing when she threw her hands up in a frustrated gesture and went inside.


About the author:

Lacey Weatherford was born in Ft. Meade Maryland while her father was serving in the military. She has been a life long resident of Arizona, spending most of her time growing up in the small rural town of Clay Springs.

It was while she was attending the small country school in Clay Springs, that she read her first "big" book at the age of eight. It was a Nancy Drew novel and Lacey was instantly hooked. She read every book that she could find in the series and decided that she wanted to write stories too.

Lacey spent a lot of time at the library from that time forward, even volunteering in her later teen years and early twenties. She would don a crazy clown outfit for the Friends of the Library fundraisers in an effort to help get the new town library built.

When she and her husband moved away from the area, Lacey took the opportunity to take some creative writing classes at the local college to help further along her interests. Several years later, they were blessed with the opportunity to move back to Clay Springs with their family. The town had finally succeeded in building their library and Lacey had the opportunity to be President of the Friends of the Library for a very short time, before relocating.

Lacey and her family still live in the White Mountains of Arizona, where she continues to write young adult novels that have a fantasy/fairytale or paranormal bent to them, as well as being sure to include a great romantic storyline!

Check her out:
Amazon Author Page- http://www.amazon.com/Lacey-Weatherford/e/B0033DCQBC


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Friday, November 22, 2013

Review: Sia by Josh Grayson




Blurb:
When seventeen-year-old Sia wakes up on a park bench, she has no idea who or where she is. Yet after a week of being homeless, she’s reunited with her family. At school, she’s powerful and popular. At home, she’s wealthy beyond her dreams. But she quickly realizes her perfect life is a lie. Her family is falling apart and her friends are snobby, cruel and plastic. Worse yet, she discovers she was the cruelest one. Mortified by her past, she embarks on a journey of redemption and falls for Kyle, the “geek” she once tormented. Yet all the time she wonders if, when her memories return, she’ll become the bully she was before…and if she’ll lose Kyle.


Review:


Waking up on a park bench is a scary thought regardless of who you are, but what if that happened and you had no idea who you were other than a name on an iPod? That would be straight up terrifying, but Sia Holloway has to deal with just that in this Josh Grayson novel of the same name. Living on the streets would be daunting for anyone so adding this lack of details only aggravates things more but after surviving that for a whole week you would think nothing could be worse. Sia has to find out not only who she is, but does she even like herself and her life before that day.

Because of the lack of memory, this book is a character development nightmare if I have ever seen one! Not only do you have to tell me who this girl is but you have to get me to that point without telling me anything tangible about her. That is insane as a writer to attempt, but this story pulls it off. I fell in love with Sia while she was on the streets because of the empathy I felt towards her, then it blew everything I thought I knew about her up by revealing her past  and proceed to pick up all the little pieces back up again and fit them back together in a way that I still love the character. It worked for me because you got to see an evolution of someone that may not have been a great human being before all of this happened but took the opportunity to make the situation right on her own terms. I think that told me more about the character than any back story or relationship within this book ever did for me. The internal struggle is something that is really hard to write about and I thought the author did an amazing job with Sia and everything going on in her head.

Outside of Sia and her internal struggles, the world going on around her is really interesting and absolutely holds your attention. On one hand the glitz and glamour of Beverly Hills and the movie industry is really fascinating to take a peak into, and on the other hand you have this Mean Girls scenario playing out in her High School that I think everyone can relate to at some point in their life. When the two collide it provides a extraordinarily dramatic place for Sia to navigate on top of everything else that has happened to her with living on the streets and her memory loss. Girl didn't have it easy at any point here, but it made her a better character and definitely someone you could get behind as a reader and hope they come out on the other side okay. An inspiring story of redemption mixed with a character that was well developed is the reason I think you should run and get Sia NOW!!-My Opinion- Buy it!
 




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Book Blitz + Giveaway: Theirs to Play by Kenya Wright

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Title: Theirs to Play (Billionaire Games)
Genre: Adult Erotic Romance
Author: Kenya Wright
 
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Blurb:
Two billionaire brothers enjoy twisted games where women are the sport. They find a female, date her, and compete to see who can bed her first.
 
Too bad they picked the wrong one this time. Dawn's too smart for their verbal play and too quick to get trapped by clever ploys.
 
The more the brothers work to capture her heart, the more they discover she might not be theirs to play.

Excerpt:

Dawn's POV
When dealing with these two sexist pigs, I’d hoped to channel some great feminist in the history of women. Someone like Joan of Arc or Virginia Woolf. Sure it seemed a bit much, but this game that I volunteered for was more than us three. This was about lashing back at the theorized alpha male who thought he could do or say anything he wanted just because he had good looks, money, and the stupidity of a swollen ego.

When I walked up the boat’s ramp, I was supposed to appear regal and powerful, courageous and deadly like a lioness. Instead, with all the pretty butterflies swarming around me and stirring up my hair, I looked like a goddamn Disney princess.

And just to add insult to injury, Frederick appeared behind me. “You’re more captivating than Cinderella, right now.” Fury boiled in my veins. I was hot and ready to bubble over. “Well I’m not Cinderella and you’re no Prince Charming.”

On the center of the ramp, he stepped closer to me. I refused to inch back like a scared little damsel in distress.

But, I probably should have moved away.

Frederick’s masculinity encircled me. It was such a silly thing to think, but it did. His woodsy cologne trapped me to him. The profile of muscles under his thin white shirt kept my focus. The wind picked up as if under his command, raising my dress just a little and brushing soft wisps against my flesh. I shivered.

“Oh no,” he whispered to me like a lover to his devoted. “I’m not Prince Charming. I’m the bad guy that sneaks into the castle when Prince Charming is off singing songs in the woods. I’m the one with the big cock that bends needy Cinderella over. And I’m the one that makes her scream until her throat’s raw and she can’t sing a note.”

“I had no idea Cinderella got so much action.” I slipped away and hurried up the ramp, doing my best to outrun the butterflies and Frederick, who I was now going to call the Big Bad Wolf.

kenya
Kenya Wright always knew she would be famous since the ripe old age of six when she sang the Michael Jackson thriller song in her bathroom mirror. She has tried her hand at many things from enlisting in the Navy for six years as a Persian-Farsi linguist to being a nude model at an art university.

However, writing has been the only constant love in her life. Will she succeed? Of course.
For she has been coined The Urban Fantasy Queen, the Super Iconic Writer of this Age, The Lyrical Genius of Our Generation. Granted, these are all terms coined by her, within the private walls of her bathroom as she still sings the Michael Jackson thriller song.

Kenya Wright currently resides in Miami with her three amazing, overactive children, a supportive, gorgeous husband, and three cool black cats that refuse to stop sleeping on Kenya’s head at night.
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Blog Tour + Giveaway: Of Witches and Warlocks Series by Lacey Weatherford



The Trouble With Spells
Series: Of Witches and Warlocks #1
By: Lacey Weatherford
Publication Date: November 12th, 2009 by Moonstruck Media

Blurb:
Portia Mullins had always lived the life of a normal teenager, up until her sixteenth birthday. She is then informed by her grandma that she is actually a witch who is a descendant of a long line of witches and warlocks. After overcoming her disbelief she finds that being a member of the coven comes with one great perk in the form of the school's handsome bad boy, Vance Mangum. Vance and Portia have an immediate connection as a budding romance begins, only to be threatened by turbulent skies on the horizon as Vance's checkered past rears its ugly head to haunt them. Portia is forced to use her untried powers in defense of everything she loves in a desperate attempt to hold on to the one thing that really matters in her life.

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Excerpt:
The bell rang, signaling school was out for the weekend, and I quickly put away my supplies before heading to the sink to wash the clay residue from my hands. When I was satisfied they were clean enough, I grabbed my things and made the trip to my locker.
I twirled my combination and quickly got the books I needed for assignments and headed toward the girl’s restroom. Glancing into the mirror, I looked at my woefully straight hair and heaved a sigh. Shelly was constantly badgering me to try and do something more with it.
Shelly!
“Oh crap!” I groaned loudly in dismay. I’d forgotten she was gone and I needed to ride the bus home. I spun around and ran back through the door, bolting down the long hallway that led to the bus gates.
Suddenly, there was a blur of motion in front of me, and I collide with something hard and solid. I fell backward, and my book bag fell from my shoulder, hitting the floor beside me and scattering the contents everywhere. I scrambled about in a rush, trying to gather my things.
“Why don’t you watch where you’re going?” I said, mostly under my breath. I didn’t even look to see who the intruder was, but I was completely irritated.
“Hey now. You ran into me,” a soft, sultry, male voice returned.
I froze. My gaze slowly moved to the feet in front of me and continued to travel up—over the black laced-up boots covered by tattered Levis, past the black belt with the silver buckle, to the ever-present, tightly stretched t-shirt with a leather jacket slung casually over the shoulder. I noticed the pulsating veins in his neck, and I paused at the soft, wide-set lips before looking straight into the piercing blue-eyed stare of Vance Mangum.
I swallowed hard, and my entire vocabulary was suddenly reduced to only one word. “Sorry.” It came out like a whisper, and I wondered if he even heard it.
Vance slowly squatted down to my level with a slight smirk on his lips.
“Where were you going in such a hurry?” he asked, lifting one of my books and handing it to me.
I threw a glance toward the glass door just in time to see the last of the buses leave the lot.
“I was trying to catch the bus,” I explained, feeling more than a bit dumb. “I forgot my friend Shelly, had to leave early today.”
“Ah,” was all he said. I was surprised when he continued to help me gather my things.
He handed me my last book and stood, holding a hand in front of me. I was shocked by the gesture, but I took it, feeling sparks shoot up my arm at the contact as he pulled me to my feet.
“I can give you a ride,” he offered, letting go of my hand, and I felt a little sad at the loss of it.
I couldn’t speak. Vance Mangum had offered me a ride home. What should I say? I must have stood there looking bewildered because he spoke again.
“Of course, if you’re afraid of motorcycles . . . ,” He let the sentence trail off, almost like he was accusing me of being scared.
“No. Not at all,” I replied with a bravado I didn’t actually feel. I raised my chin a notch, determined not to let him see how nervous he made me. “I’d be happy to accept a ride.”
“Great.” He smiled widely, and I almost choked.
I suddenly realized I’d never seen him smile before, and it was devastating to my girlish heart. I’d never seen anything so beautiful—perfectly straight, white teeth, framed in by those great lips and masculine dimples which suddenly appeared in his cheeks.
The guy should be a model, I thought to myself. He’d make millions.




The Demon Kiss
Series- Of Witches and Warlocks # 2
By- Lacey Weatherford

Blurb:
Can someone else's past come back to bite you?

After being drained of nearly all the blood in her body, novice witch, Portia Mullins, wakes up to find that her warlock boyfriend, Vance Mangum, has fled in search of his demon father. Determined to keep him from facing the evil alone Portia follows after him, unknowingly setting herself on the path of a new adventure that will take her, Vance, and their coven over international borders, into a foreign place where they will discover that the black magic which awaits them is far worse than they ever imagined. Portia finds herself tangled up in a web of lies and deceit in another's quest for demonic power in the excitingly romantic second paranormal novel in the Of Witches and Warlocks Series, The Demon Kiss.

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He watched me, his eyes growing wide in amazement over my emotional display.
“Wow! You’re really angry!” he said, and it took me a second to realize he said it in my mind.
“Get out of my head!” I continued, shouting out loud. “You’ve lost the right to be there! You cut me off without warning all the time, only to step right back in whenever you want!”
I turned away in a huff and started toward Brad and Shelly, who were both looking very uncomfortable at the moment. Vance grabbed me before I could take two steps and swung me back around. He pulled me into his embrace with one arm while fisting his hand into my hair. He gave it a small yank, which caused my head to tilt back and he lowered his face, kissing me hard.
“I love you,” he said, his words penetrating my mind as his lips ravaged mine, obviously not caring one bit that I had just told him to get out of my head.
I tried staying stiff in his arms, but I was having trouble resisting him. I missed him so badly.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to hurt you. Really,” he spoke through our link, and I felt his tongue trace lightly over my closed lips. “I just wanted to keep you from any danger.”
I stood still for only a moment before I was unable to fight it any longer. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kissed him back.
We held each other tightly, our reunion becoming heated very quickly. I kissed him as if I hadn’t seen him in years, instead of just days, running my fingers through his hair, over his face and down his neck—forgetting completely we had an audience.
His mouth moved from mine, and he began kissing across my cheek. Instinctively my head leaned to the side to give him better access, and his lips traveled down my neck. His tongue snaked out to lick seductively over the spot where he had bitten me before.
I flinched involuntarily.
Suddenly he let go, pushing me away and taking several steps backward.
We stood there staring at each other, our breathing ragged from our encounter, and I could feel the sparks flying between us.
“I need you to leave now, Portia,” he said, his teeth clenched as he spoke. “You aren’t safe here.”
“Why? I’m not afraid of your . . . ”
“Because of this,” he said, cutting me off and stepping closer to me, but making sure not to touch me. A streak of terror passed through me as I watched his eyes flash a dim shade of red. I didn’t want to believe what I was seeing.
“No. I’m not leaving,” I said flatly, standing my ground against him.
“Don’t you get it?” he replied in frustration, his voice getting louder. “I still taste you! I still want you! I could kill you right now!”



Blood of the White Witch 
Series-Of Witches and Warlocks # 3 
By-Lacey Weatherford 

Blurb:
When love came knocking on the door of novice witch, Portia Mullins, in the form of handsome bad boy, Vance Mangum, she had no idea how quickly the attraction between them would escalate. Now she finds her relationship with Vance taken to a whole new level, in a way she had never dreamed possible at this point and time of her life. Yet even as the personal connection between them explodes, the two quickly find themselves in a world of shifting balances. While searching for Vance’s missing mother, they realize they are suddenly unsure of who to trust, learning that sometimes things are not always as they appear. When Vance’s demon characteristics abruptly begin to resurface again without warning, the horrible truth comes out, crashing down upon them and shattering some of their most precious dreams. Once the deadly plan is uncovered, Portia and Vance find themselves hastily rushing against the hands of time in an attempt to stop an ancient ritual from being performed. But will they be successful before fate reaches out to twist them cruelly, possibly separating them and changing magic forever? Passion, loyalties, powers, and family ties, will all be tested when dangerous adventures abound in this third installment in the Of Witches and Warlocks series, Blood of the White Witch.

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Vance and I climbed out of the car, the dim moonlight washing over us while we moved toward the giant stones in the circle ahead of us.  Dad had divided us all into separate research parties to check out different locations, and Vance and I had been given the assignment of going to explore Stonehenge.  We had been on a guided tour here earlier in the day, but Vance had wanted to come back when the place was deserted and explore it more at our leisure, so after having dinner in the nearest town we made our way back out to the isolated area.
The large towering stones loomed up out of the night as we entered the edifice.  We walked around each of the massive pillars together, running our hands reverently over them as we passed, feeling their hewn textures move under our skin.
We were silent as we moved, listening to and feeling the energies that flowed around us until we had made our way into the inner circle of stones.
“Do you feel it?” Vance asked while he held his hands out from his body, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
“Yes,” I replied, knowing instinctively he was talking about the humming pulse that was filling the air around us.
It was as if magic was alive and beating in the very air here.
“Something very powerful is at work here,” Vance said, and he lifted his palms into the air in front of him.
I watched him in amazement when sparks began generating from the tips of his fingers.  There was a loud snapping sound, and suddenly the air burst into electrical currents around him.
He chuckled, and the currents spread through the air, twisting, zipping, and arcing in all directions until there was a current attached to every stone in the circle.  I felt like we were standing in the middle of an electric storm ball, and I could feel the static electricity in the air begin to even lift the hairs on my head.
“Come here,” he said with a grin while he continued to manipulate the magic.
I walked toward him, and the streams of electricity danced harmlessly away from my body as I approached, until I was standing right in front of him.
“Lift your hands up,” he commanded me, and I did as he asked.
He moved his hands until our palms were almost touching, but not quite, and I felt him link with me mentally.
Sparks began shooting from my fingertips the second his mind attached to mine, and I jerked a bit as a wave of the most intense power I had ever felt coursed completely through my body from head to toe.
My breath caught when I suddenly realized this was his magic flowing through me.  Never could I have imagined the strength or the level at which he operated.  I had always known he was strong and gifted magically, but I would have never dreamed it possible at this magnitude.
A stronger surge moved through me.  I felt my hair lift and swirl away from my body as it did, and I realized with awe that he was playing.   What I was feeling was not even the full extent of his power!  I wondered how he could possibly contain it all.  My body was trembling at the invasion of it, and it continued to pulsate through me, causing magical reactions from my own power.  I noticed the tips of my fingers had now turned to solid ice.
The air churned and throbbed with the electric streams that lifted from our bodies, twisting together.  I watched the display around us in amazement.  It was a phenomenal sight to behold, to be a part of.
He stepped forward, locking his fingers with mine, and I felt more than saw the explosion of electricity when his lips touched mine.  My knees buckled under the power of his magic.  He released one of my hands and caught me easily around the waist before pushing me backward with his body until my back was pressed against one of the ancient stones.
He lifted the one hand he still held up over my head, pressing it up against the rock too.  He ran his free hand down my arm, sending actual sparks over my skin, raising huge goose bumps there, before he took my free hand and threaded it around his waist.
Lifting his hand, he touched my face, running his thumb over my lips while he looked at me.  He looked like some sort of mythical god standing in front of me with the very air crackling and swirling around him.
Suddenly his fingers felt very cold on my lips, and I looked down to see that the tips of them had ice on them also, and I realized my powers were transferring to him as well.
“Look at the two of us.”  He grinned seductively while continuing to run his thumb over my lower lip.  “Fire and Ice … literally.”
“How are you doing this?” I asked him.
“I’m not.  It’s this place.  It’s intensifying everything,” he replied dipping in to replace his thumb with his ever so hot lips.
Another shock of power rolled through me, and my knees buckled so badly I would have fallen had he not had me so firmly pinned there with his body.  He kissed me feverishly, twisting his free hand into my hair, and I could feel the heat of his magic roll through me with the contact.
He burned so hot it was almost unbearable for me.  I never realized how cold my magic felt before this point, but getting to experience him in this way was shedding a whole new light on him for me.
He kissed me for a long, long time until I started to notice that both of our lips were becoming icy as well.
He broke the kiss with a laugh.
“We’re going to have to stop this, or you’re going to turn me to a block of ice.” He grinned.
“I don’t think that’s possible since my insides are currently on fire with your magic,” I breathed heavily.
“This has certainly been an interesting exchange of power between the two of us, hasn’t it?” he said, his gaze flitting over my face.
“Yes, it has been very enlightening,” I agreed.
He let out a sigh, leaning his forehead against mine, and I stared deeply into his blue eyes.
“I think I want to kiss you here all night long,” he said.
“That sounds divine,” I replied, watching him.
“Does it?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow at me slightly.  “I’ve never been so hot and cold all at the same time before in my life!  I’m afraid if I continued, you might freeze off some of my body parts!”  He winked, and I laughed out loud at him.
It was then I noticed he actually had frost on his eyebrows, and I smiled, reaching up to brush it off.
“I guess we could always take the kissing someplace less magical,” I suggested to him.
“Kissing you is always magical, Portia, no matter where we are.  And what tends to follow it is even more so.”
“You know what I mean,” I said, shoving at his shoulder slightly with my free hand.
He just laughed, swinging me up into his arms. He proceeded to carry me, electrical storm and all, to the edge of the circle.



The Dark Rising
Series- Of Witches and Warlocks # 4 
By-Lacey Weatherford

Blurb:
When Portia Mullins discovers the love of her life is still alive her heart soars. But reality sets in immediately causing it to plummet when she realizes he doesn’t remember his past life with her. Unwilling to give up, she embarks on a loving quest to restore his life to him.

Vance Mangum sees the beautiful girl claiming to be his wife, and while he can’t remember her, he can’t deny the intense pull he feels between them. Not knowing where else to turn, he agrees to give her the time she’s asked for and to assist her in the effort to recover his memories.

The two quickly reconnect, but dark surprises are lurking in the wings when Vance discovers a desperate longing for something he feels he can’t withstand. Will he be able to resist? Or will evil raise its head in a new form, leaving Portia as the prey of the very man her heart desires?

Darkness reigns supreme in this haunting tale of love and desperation, Of Witches and Warlocks, The Dark Rising.

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Excerpt:
A woman entered the room behind Catriona.  She appeared to be of Haitian descent, but I couldn’t tell her age.  She looked to be both young and old at the same time, perhaps younger in appearance … yet with an air of knowledge.  Her black hair stood wildly out from her head in some sort of long, untamed afro.  She was wearing a loose flowing dress, made with a light blue calico print that swirled down her slim frame stopping near her ankles, revealing her bare feet beneath.
The fact she was carrying a headless chicken in her hands, letting the blood drip across the floor while she moved through the room, wasn't the most disturbing thing to me.  It was her eyes.
They were solid white—no irises or pupils.  She looked at me with an unnervingly, blank stare.
“This is Mayla,” Cat said to me with a smile as the woman approached my side.  “She's a Hoodoo Priestess.  Her coven has been helping me.”
I watched with wariness when Mayla reached me.  She raised the dead chicken in her hand, letting its blood run out over the top of me, and I would've flinched in disgust if I could've moved at all.
Her low voice began to mutter in a language I couldn't comprehend and demon features suddenly flashed over her face, turning her grotesquely white eyes, completely red in the process.
Great, I thought to myself.  It wasn’t bad enough these people dealt in black magic, they were demons too.
The woman moved away from me, going to one of the many well stocked shelves, and reached up to pull off a wooden bowl of some sort.  She placed the dish on a small table and drained the rest of the chicken blood into it.
She tossed the carcass to the side when she'd finished.  Then she removed several bags of herbs and began placing a pinch from each into her bloody concoction.  When she was done, she mixed the ingredients together by dipping her hand in and letting the liquid run through her fingers.
She carried the dish back over to me, and commenced her mutterings once more, submerging her finger into the bowl before removing it to mark my forehead, wrists, and ankles.
Catriona ripped the neckline of Vance’s t-shirt, the only thing I'd been wearing when she kidnapped me, until it was just an inch above my breast.
Mayla then reached in and placed a blood mark over my heart.
Cat adjusted my I.V. tubing so it flowed faster, and immediately the weakness seeped through me again.
“Open your mouth, Portia,” she instructed me harshly, and I couldn’t help but notice the wicked glint in her eye.
“No,” I replied, clamping my jaw tightly shut, realizing with queasiness they intended to make me drink the grotesque mixture.
She moved to my head, using her hands to force my mouth open.  I struggled against her and Mayla joined her, tipping the dish to begin pouring the blood concoction down my throat.
I frantically fought the invasion, spitting and coughing the vile fluid back out, not wanting to swallow.
Cat slipped into my mind, trying to give me an illusion of something sweet tasting, making me feel like I wanted to drink, but I still fought against the images.  I would've screamed, had I been able to, but they were drowning me with the potion.
“Drink it, Portia!” Cat yelled at me over Mayla’s chanting as I struggled.
Mayla kept pouring.
My lungs seemed like they would burst from lack of oxygen.  Involuntarily, I tried gasping for a breath of air, instead sucking the mixture thickly into my airways and down my throat.
A sensation of fire shot through me and I did scream this time, spraying the blood Mayla still poured into me all over her and Catriona.  The spots on my skin which had been marked began to burn with an intensity I couldn't stand, and I felt as if I were being ripped into two pieces.
Giant tears were streaming down my face as they finished force feeding me.  I saw Cat’s wide smile swimming in and out of my blurred vision, and as soon as my throat was cleared, I drug the air back into myself and yelled with all of my might while my body was racked with horrible spasms.
Mayla moved away from me to pull a glass jar, which was slim on the top, and bulbous on the bottom, from the shelf.  It had a cork in the opening.  She removed the stopper and placed it on the table, and I wondered briefly what it was for.  Then I began to notice the soft white light lifting in wispy streams from my body, moving to enter the container.
“It’s working!” Catriona said with a grin.
“Yes,” Mayla’s southern voice agreed as she nodded.  “It's coming out of her very cells.”
No wonder I felt like I was being ripped in half.  I was.  They were literally tearing the Awakening out of me.  I screamed again.
Cat leaned over next to me, her features swimming and contorting unevenly in my vision.
“This will take a while Portia, and it'll hurt badly.”  She smiled with a sickeningly sweet smile.  “We're going to leave you to yourself for now, but I'll give you some dreams to keep you company.”
She reached out and placed her hand on my head.



Possession of Souls
Series-Of Witches and Warlocks # 5 
By- Lacey Weatherford

Blurb:
Fear and desperation leave Portia and Vance clinging to threadbare hope as life is given, and taken away. Manipulated, driven by bloodlust and the desire to claim sole possession, the stakes are raised higher than they’ve ever been before. Evil rises with the intent to dominate, leading them and their coven to the ultimate confrontation and battle—a battle which will force one of them to make a devastating, life-altering decision. Who will survive the final stand?

Of Witches and Warlocks book 5, Possession of Souls.

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Excerpt:
“Happy birthday to you!  Happy birthday to you!  Happy birthday, dear Portia!  Happy birthday to you!”
I tried to focus through the haze of my mind on the light source in front of me, but it kept flickering and moving.  It took a minute for my mind to register what it was seeing—a massive cake, all lit up with candles.
Wait.  It was my birthday?  I looked beyond the cake to the face behind and saw Vance smiling at me.
“What’s going on?” I asked groggily, blinking several times while I tried to collect my thoughts, feeling so confused.
Vance turned and set the cake down on something unseen.  “It’s your birthday, love.  Time to wake up and celebrate.” He smiled and leaned to kiss me on the neck, slowly licking the tip of his tongue seductively up the side of it.
Something wasn’t right, but I was having difficulty understanding what was going on.  I swallowed thickly, struggling to latch onto the thought that was niggling, swimming just out of reach.
Wait.  Love.  That was it!  Vance never called me love, he called me baby.  My previous memories from the night of the fire suddenly came rushing back, crashing over me in flashes of terror.
I pushed at the chest above me, attempting to get away, but I was too weak.  I tried to call on my jinn powers to evaporate and found myself unable to even muster a shimmer.
The soft sound of laughter began to tickle against my ear, followed by a sickening voice.
“What’s the matter, Portia?  You don’t like it when I look like Vance?” Damien Cummings’s voice whispered as his lips tickled against my skin, and he gave a flick of his tongue against my earlobe.
“Get off me, you sick pig!” I rasped out hoarsely, shoving him harder.
He lifted up for a moment, showing himself in his true form this time, and he grabbed both of my hands, pinning them to the table beside my head.
“I’m not done yet!” he said with a sneer, and I watched in horror as his face morphed into his demon features, while I continued to fight against him.  “It’s time for the birthday dinner!”
He slammed his face into the crook of my neck, biting me hard, and I screamed while he drank my blood, feeding in giant gulps until I passed out once again.



About the author:

Lacey Weatherford was born in Ft. Meade Maryland while her father was serving in the military. She has been a life long resident of Arizona, spending most of her time growing up in the small rural town of Clay Springs.

It was while she was attending the small country school in Clay Springs, that she read her first "big" book at the age of eight. It was a Nancy Drew novel and Lacey was instantly hooked. She read every book that she could find in the series and decided that she wanted to write stories too.

Lacey spent a lot of time at the library from that time forward, even volunteering in her later teen years and early twenties. She would don a crazy clown outfit for the Friends of the Library fundraisers in an effort to help get the new town library built.

When she and her husband moved away from the area, Lacey took the opportunity to take some creative writing classes at the local college to help further along her interests. Several years later, they were blessed with the opportunity to move back to Clay Springs with their family. The town had finally succeeded in building their library and Lacey had the opportunity to be President of the Friends of the Library for a very short time, before relocating.

Lacey and her family still live in the White Mountains of Arizona, where she continues to write young adult novels that have a fantasy/fairytale or paranormal bent to them, as well as being sure to include a great romantic storyline!

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