Sunday, November 15, 2015

How I Became a Paranormal Fantasy Writer ~guest post by April Aasheim

I'm excited to have a dear friend, April Aasheim, here today talking about how she became a paranormal fantasy author. Be sure to check out her new release The Good Girl's Guide to Being a Demon.

How I Became a Paranormal Fantasy Writer – April Aasheim

I’ve always had an interest in the supernatural, the metaphysical, and the fantastic.

I suppose it started in my childhood. My mother was a practicing enchantress. I say enchantress rather than witch because at times I’m not even sure that she was aware of her power. She would want something, and she’d put her entire focus into getting it, and somehow in would magically present itself.

Aside from my mother’s ‘gift’ there were other draws to the fantasy world. Our house was filled with book, both fiction and non-fiction, detailing other worlds just outside our own. These ranged from books on psychic phenomena, mysticism, and hauntings to works by Poe, King and Tolkien. I’d pick up these grown-up books, completely fascinated by the concept of what could be. This made me a very interesting kid in school, sometimes a nerd, and sometimes the most popular, depending on the age or the season.

When I was in Junior High I was introduced to the concept of high fantasy. There was a group of boys in the back of my English class who were always whispering, rolling dice, and telling secrets. My inquisitive mind had to know what they were doing, and being female, it was easy to infiltrate their group. I soon found out about a marvelous new way to play games called role-playing. In this manner, I could become anybody that I wanted to be: sorceress, a druid, or a butt-kicking buccaneer. It was a great reprieve from my tumultuous home life where my mom and step-father were going through a nasty divorce.

My brother later picked up the game and became what is known as a Dungeon Master, creating his own games. Me and my other brothers and sisters would be his guinea pigs. He took us on mental adventures deep underground, aloft at sea, and into haunted villages. It was thrilling for a book-geek like me to live some of these adventures, and to have a hand at creating my own. I think in some ways that helped me later as a writer. Whenever I was stuck, I’d ask myself ‘what’s the craziest thing that can happen now?’ and I’d draw upon my old role-playing experiences and the answer would come, often in the form of life-sucking demon or an evil witch.

In high school, I went to live with my biological father. He was a martial artist who also studied theology. He taught me about world religion: Christianity, Buddhism, and Hinduism to name a few. He also showed me how many religions have a mystical side. It was the mystical draw that intrigued me, and the fact that they shared similarities. I gobbled that stuff up, though I had no idea what to do with all that knowledge. No one wanted to hear my lectures on comparative religion and mysticism. And so I let it sit, knowing someday I’d use that information for something rather than annoyance.

In college, I majored in social work. I worked in the field for several years, but I admit that it was too stressful for me. I knew I was doing some good, but it never seemed to be enough. The hours were long, the commute miserable, and I felt spread too thin. Eventually, I got burnt out. (And I now have great respect for all those in the helping fields!)

About five years ago I started writing novels. At first, I thought I’d actually be a women’s fiction writer because I enjoy exploring relationships and because of my social work background. I had developed a good base of knowledge on psychology, what makes people tick, and the moral issues that come from day-to-day life. It seemed like a natural fit for me.

But I was still drawn to my earlier passions – magic and fantasy and the unknown. Maybe it was because I was ‘all grown up’ but I missed the simple things like believing in Santa Claus, casting pretend spells, and seeing ghosts in the middle of the night.

One day, quite suddenly, it dawned on me that I can combine all of the things I had learned in life. I could write about real people with real problems, forming real relationships that weren’t always neat and tidy. But I could also add in a touch of whimsy, magic, and even outright fantasy. And when I started to mix all of these ingredients together, I knew I was on the right path.

And so now I happily spend my days creating characters who are very real, they just happen to be experiencing extraordinary events. Some discover dormant powers, others find hidden relics, and others see magic fall from the stars. Some even grow horns.

I never set out to be a fantasy writer. I think the profession actually chose me. But we all need a little magic in our life and if I can help just one person reclaimed the wonder of their childhood for even a moment, I feel like I’ve done a little bit of good in the world. 

The Good Girl’s Guide to Being a Demon

April Aasheim

Genre: (sweet) Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Dark Root Press
Date of Publication: Nov 15, 2015
Number of pages: 157
Word Count: 42,000
Cover Artist: J.M Rising Horse Creations

Book Description:

Strange changes are happening to Cassie Walker. She’s losing track of time, seeing shadows, and developing…horns?

Fearful, she returns to her childhood home to solve the mystery of what she’s becoming. There, she meets up with childhood friend, Josh Tucker, who convinces her to enter the annual Demon Run in Woodland Creek.

But things aren’t always what they seem in Woodland Creek, and people aren’t who they appear to be.

Soon, Cassie finds not only herself in danger, but Josh as well.

Can she save them both? Or has her lineage tainted her forever?

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Excerpt:  Prologue

The creek churned, black and thick as tar under the cloak of night.
Cassie Martin stumbled along the raging waterway as she searched for the North Star, Polaris––the star that would guide her home.
It was in the tail of one of the dipper constellations, she remembered, but which one? She tried to call it up as she ambled along, while her ears listened uneasily to noises created by the dark: howls and heavy footsteps, scurries and whisperings.
To her right there was smoke accompanied by the crackling sound of a roaring campfire. She wanted to run to it––to tell whoever was tending the s’mores that she was lost and afraid and could they please escort her back to her cabin?
But fear kept her out of the woods. She had read enough books to know the woods were full of bad things––bears and werewolves and things that wanted to eat you. So she followed the creek, for lack of other options.
She shouldn’t have been so stupid, she scolded herself. She knew there was no such thing as a Snipe, but she went along anyway because her brother Kevin teased her about being afraid.
“I am not,” she’d said, balling up her fists.
“Then prove it,” Kevin returned. “Go into the woods and find a Snipe. If you do, I’ll never call you scared again.”
Her best friend Jenn wrapped an arm around Cassie’s shoulders. “I’ll go with you, Cass. We’ll find that Snipe.”
Only their friend Josh seemed worried, elbowing Kevin in the ribs. “They’re only nine, dude.”
“So?” Eleven-year-old Kevin argued. “At nine we were sneaking beer out of dad’s cooler and watching late night HBO. These girls need to man up, Josh. We won’t be around to take care of them forever.”
“We can take care of ourselves,” Cassie said, sticking out her tongue. “We’ll get that Snipe. Then you’ll admit that girls are better than boys.”
“If you bring us a Snipe,” Kevin said, “I’ll admit anything you want.” He spit into his hand. Cassie spit on hers too. The siblings shook on it.
The problem was that Jenn disappeared shortly after entering the woods with her. Now Cassie was alone and disoriented. “Jenn!” she called nervously, trying not to awaken the bad things lurking. She hated it in here alone. She felt watched, as if the trees had eyes.
When she heard the sound of rushing water she remembered the creek ran behind her campsite.
She would follow it back…
She ran through the trees, half covering her eyes, and when she emerged in a narrow clearing she spotted her watery guide. The creek was swollen and bloated. It didn’t trickle. It gushed. In the dark it moved like a winding, creeping serpent on the hunt, ready to devour her.
 “Kevin!” she called out, cupping her mouth with her hands. “Jenn! Josh?” Her words were met with a low mournful wail, followed by an even more frightening silence.
Her father once told her that if she got lost, she should find a spot and wait for someone to come. Spying a tree stump, she sat down. The summer moon was nearly full and several fireflies lent their talents to holding back the dark. It would have been beautiful, if she wasn’t so scared.
“One Miss-issippi,” she counted, deliberately slowing the first syllable. “Two Miss-issippi…”
Another wail echoed through the night, bouncing off tree limbs and ringing through boughs. It was quickly followed by another. Banshees? Ghosts? Wolves? Tree branches rustled as if spirits played an invisible game of tag.
Dad will come, she told herself. He always came. He’d see she was missing and he’d find her––and Jenn as well.
The sounds grew louder, like the moans of old ladies crying at a funeral. Cassie shivered, wrapping her arms around her chest to shield herself from whatever came. Several twigs snapped nearby, followed by the sound of small, scurrying feet. With building fear, she bolted from the stump and raced along the water’s edge, following as it churned towards its unseen destination.
Soon the clearing ended and the woods began. She spun around, uncertain where to go. Back towards the moaning sounds or into the blackness of the trees?
Her decision was made when she saw them.
The Shadow People.
An army of them, dropping from tree branches and skittering her way. Their sizes were varied but their faces were all the same, dark expressionless blobs with unblinking eyes.
They were quiet as cats as they came for her, and more terrible than wild animals or werewolves or things that would eat you. The Shadow People didn’t eat you. They took you away.
Cassie fled in the opposite direction, away from the forest, screaming as she went. Her voice joined in with the chorus of wails, until it all became the sound of the wind.
Risking a glance back over her shoulder, her foot hit a sleek stone. She slipped and tumbled, falling into the cold raging water.
“Help!” She called out just before she was pulled under.
When she surfaced she caught hold of a branch extending out from the bank. She clung to it with both hands while her feet pulled her downstream. The creek gnawed at her, biting and ripping at her skin and clothes, chewing up one shoe and then the other. She couldn’t hold on for very long. At any moment she would be swept away.
Above her, she spotted the North Star.
“Mom,” she whispered, focusing her wish on the star as the water dragged at her and the Shadow People advanced. “If you can hear me, please send help.”
A figure sprang from the woods. A boy, not much taller than herself.
“Josh!” she called, kicking with her feet as water filled her lungs.
“Cassie!” Josh grabbed her hand just as she lost her grip on the branch.
He slowly pulled her from the river’s maw. She crawled onto the bank, coughing up water. He removed his flannel jacket and wrapped it around her shivering body. When she could stand again, she hugged him, nearly crying as she rubbed her nose into his chest.
“I don’t think there’s such thing as Snipe,” she sputtered.
He laughed and kissed the top of her head. “But you were brave to find out.”
Her father, her friend, Jenn, and her brother, Kevin, all appeared, hollering and racing in their direction.
“Thank God you’re alright!” Cassie’s father said, scooping her up in his arms. “You had me scared to death. You can’t go traipsing off by yourself like that, young lady! You’ve got to be more careful.” He lifted her chin firmly. “Promise me.”
Behind him, Kevin’s eyes were imploring. If she told about the Snipe hunt, her brother would be in big trouble. And possibly Josh, as well.
She nodded. “I’ll be careful from now on. I promise.”
“Good.” Her dad carried her back to their rented cabin but her gaze remained affixed on Josh. He walked alongside them, his blue eyes shining like the moon.

About the Author:

April Aasheim is a full time writer with interests in the paranormal, the supernatural, and the metaphysical. Having ‘seen things’ at an early age, April has made it her life’s work to seek out the truth, and then to write about her findings in the guise of fiction.

She lives in Portland, Oregon with her family and is the author of the Amazon best-selling witchy series: The Daughters of Dark Root.


Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her COON HOLLOW TALES of paranormal romance and her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous epic fantasy romance. For a FREE ebook download, read her historic fantasy, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Tea Leaf Tales: A Mantis Mother’s Lament

Praxy Manette landed on a smooth rock, made comfortably warm by the late autumn sun, but a chill breeze ruffled the tips of her hindwings as she worked them closed. She fastened prickled spines of her limbs to minute crevices till the sharp wind abated, then tilted her head and picked up Jack Frost’s song.
I knew he’d be comin’ soon, but all’s done that need’s doing. Eggs are laid on the strong and study stem of a ditch milkweed I spent a week findin’, well out o’ harm’s way from the farmer in his field. All that a mother can do is hope her young will stay safe ’nough to hatch and that their first meals be close.
Praxy glanced back at the ditch, sighed, and scanned the road ahead as an old pickup rattled to a stop.
A man sucked on a white stick, then tossed it onto her rock, still smoldering.
Following the man’s actions, she took a puff and spewed out a raucous cough and lungful of fiery smoke. Jack’s a comin’ soon enough, so why’s that feller in such a rush? Wings lifted, she stroked them past each other, singing sweet notes only her unborn would know…her final farewell.

Tea Leaf Tales is a series of original ten-sentence short stories by Marsha A. Moore, relating to photos/scenes that resonate with her. 
Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her COON HOLLOW TALES of paranormal romance and her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous epic fantasy romance. For a FREE ebook download, read her historic fantasy, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Friday, November 6, 2015

The Price of Immortality ~guest post by Laura Bickle, author of Mercury Retrograde, a Dark Alchemy novel

Today, I'm pleased to have Laura Bickle return and talk about the fascinating topic of how alchemy has been used to find immortality. Be sure to check out her new release, Mercury Retrograde, from her Dark Alchemy series. Definitely on my TBR list! Also, at the end of this post, you can enter her giveaway contest for a prize of an Amazon gift card.

The Price of Immortality
By Laura Bickle

Classical alchemy has sought the secret to eternal life for centuries. Through the use of intricate alchemical processes and arcane magic, alchemists sought to find a way to extend life beyond its natural end. There were other goals, of course – the Philosopher’s Stone and transmuting base metals to gold, for example. These are all works of magic, and magic has a price.

In MERCURY RETROGRADE, the small town of Temperance was founded in the Gold Rush days by an alchemist who discovered a way to conjure gold from rocks. He was successful in that venture, but failed in his efforts to create eternal life. Not for lack of trying – and he experimented with humans.

The Hanged Men are the result of an incomplete alchemical process. They’ve been roaming the backcountry for a century and a half, disguised as ranch hands for a dynasty of cattle barons. The Hanged Men that were made first are the most human-seeming – they retain the ability to speak and are passable as men. The ones made later are more fragile and mechanical, little more than automatons. It’s been this way for over a century, as the men work in the presence of their raven familiars.

Each one was hung from the Alchemical Tree of Life, the Lunaria. It’s a mighty oak tree standing alone in a field, embodying the alchemical principle of “As above, so below.” Its branches symbolically scrape the heavens, and its roots sink deep into the earth, to a chamber of living tree roots dripping with liquid sunshine.

The Hanged Men must return to that chamber every night, to decompose and be regenerated. It’s not a pretty process. The Hanged Men are vulnerable to magic and to wood – they can be killed by a sharp whack to the back of the head with a baseball bat or staked like any other undead (or living) creature.

So far, things have worked out. The Hanged Men keep a low profile. But times have changed. The Lunaria is dying. It’s shedding leaves out of season, dropping branches, and the energy drains away from its brittle roots. The Hanged Men have tried all they know to save it, but it is clear that it will not last much longer…and neither will they.

Their only hope is to find a magical creature – a basilisk. The magical serpent has been awakened by seismic tremors and slithers through the backcountry of Yellowstone National Park, leaving a trail of bodies in its wake. The blood from the right side of the basilisk grants eternal life, while blood from the left is certain death.

It’s a terrible risk, with a terrible price – the Hanged Men are as vulnerable as any other men to the basilisk’s venomous powers. But they must find it and make an offering to the tree before it dies…and the Hanged Men, along with it.

Mercury Retrograde
A Dark Alchemy Novel
Book Two
Laura Bickle

On-Sale 10/27/2015 
ISBN: 9780062437617

About the Book:

Geologist Petra Dee and the citizens of Temperance, Wyoming come up against a venomous enemy, not to mention a biker gang that’s hell on wheels, in the second book in Laura Bickle’s Dark Alchemy series.

Something venomous has come to Temperance…

It’s been two months since Petra Dee and her coyote sidekick Sig faced off against Temperance’s resident alchemist, but things are far from quiet. When an Internet video of a massive snake in the backcountry of Yellowstone goes viral, a chase for the mythical basilisk is on. Monster hunters swarm into the area, and never one to pass up the promise of discovery, Petra joins in the search.

Among the newcomers is a snake cult on wheels - the biker gang Sisters of Serpens. Unlike some, the Sisters don’t want to kill the basilisk - they want to worship it. But things get complicated when the basilisk develops a taste for human flesh that rivals the Sisters’ own murderous skills.

Meanwhile, the alchemical tree of life is dying, and the undead Hanged Men of Temperance who depend on it know the basilisk may be their last chance for survival.

With time running out for everyone around her, Petra will be forced to decide who survives and who she must leave behind in this action-packed sequel to Dark Alchemy.

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About the Author:
Laura Bickle grew up in rural Ohio, reading entirely too many comic books out loud to her favorite Wonder Woman doll. After graduating with an MA in Sociology - Criminology from Ohio State University and an MLIS in Library Science from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee, she patrolled the stacks at the public library and worked with data systems in criminal justice. She now dreams up stories about the monsters under the stairs. Her work has been included in the ALA’s Amelia Bloomer Project 2013 reading list and the State Library of Ohio’s Choose to Read Ohio reading list for 2015-2016.

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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her COON HOLLOW TALES of paranormal romance and her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous epic fantasy romance. For a FREE ebook download, read her historic fantasy, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Devil vs. Dreamer ~guest post by CS Kendall, author of The Killing Cure #giveaway

I'm happy to have CS Kendall join me today! She's sharing about the inner struggle, devil vs. dreamer, she faced while writing her new release. I'm glad CS's dreamer voice won out and The Killing Cure is now available for readers to enjoy. Be sure to check out her book and also her great giveaway contest at the end of this post.

Hi there! Thanks for having me today! It’s such an honor to be here and thanks for allowing me and my book to stop by for a visit!

I can’t believe we’re finally here! The Killing Cure: Drink was the product of much toil and a few tears. It ended up at a very different place than it began, but I am so excited how the story has evolved.

As excited as I am now, there were those other days. The ones that usually came on the heels of feeling like I was on the cusp of something truly magical.

“Those days” sucked all the magic dry.

Those days were the ones when I couldn’t get the story to connect from point A to point B, or I got some tough editing notes (editors are SO vital to this process), or I was exhausted and couldn’t focus my mind to stare at the computer screen any longer, or I just wasn’t sure where I wanted to take a character...

And on those days the dream of bringing a book to publication felt so far outside my grasp that reaching for it seemed like a complete waste of time and effort. The voices in my head carried on somewhat like this:

Dreamer Me: I can do this.
The Devil On My Shoulder: Even if you “do it” no one will read it. Even if they read it, they will most likely hate it.
Dreamer Me: No, if I keep at it I can whip it into a well-executed piece of literature.
The Devil On My Shoulder: Nah. The best you can do is write a bunch of gibberish down. And you don’t learn. You still like to tell instead of show and sometimes overuse adverbs.
Dreamer Me: I’ve improved a lot.
The Devil: Eh.
Dreamer Me: Maybe it would be better to just walk away. I mean, after all, I have a job, a family, commitments, friendships to maintain….
The Devil: Now, you’re talking. It takes too much time. You’re neglecting every other good thing in your life. And for what? It could all be for nothing.
Dreamer Me: Ugh! I love it, though. But you’re right, D, it’ll probably end up being for nothing. And then I’ll look back and regret the time I gave to writing instead of to my children.
The Devil: Yup, you’re pretty much the worst mom ever.
Defeated Dreamer Me (reduced to a whisper): But I love it.

And on it went. Anything can spur that devilish voice of self debt.

But you know what? I do love to write. And I kept responding to that little nay-saying devil on my shoulder until I shouted loud enough and confidently enough to make him shut up. And when I did that, guess what? The good kind of feeling returned.

The one that makes World Domination feel like it’s just around the corner, the hope and belief that little ‘ol me might be able to write something that someone-maybe someones-enjoys reading. All that creative energy, those unwritten stories swirling around inside-those are for me to write. Sure, someone might be able to write them better. But they are mine, and they are nagging me to put them down on paper.

In the end, when I finally released that baby out into the world, she was embraced with loving arms. And now I know I can do it. I can put words down, I can make them shine, and a few someones even like them!

So, at the end of the day, Dreamer Me wins out every single time. Because the truth is, I do love love the art of crafting a story and besides that, with as loud as the Devil On My Shoulder can sometimes be, those stories shout louder.

I’m going to listen. How about you?

The Killing Cure: Drink

Book One
C.S. Kendall

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Booktrope
Date of Publication: September 24, 2015
ISBN: 978-1513704586
ASIN: 1513704583
Number of pages: 200
Word Count: 63,871
Cover Artist: Shari Ryan

Book Description:

Childhood friendship turns to love in this dark reimagining of the fountain of youth. In 1919, Charlie returns from WWI and gives his heart to Julia. As their love story begins, tragedy strikes when Julia contracts a deadly illness.

On her deathbed, dreams of a future together shatter, but Charlie refuses to give up, convincing Julia to drink from a vial of “healing waters” his war buddy swore would bring spontaneous healing. Julia's miraculous recovery brings hope, but the water's murderous side effects snuff out the couple’s short-lived joy.

Can Charlie help Julia fight the water's call to kill? All their efforts may be in vain when Julia has to choose between running from the curse or embracing it in order to save Charlie.

Journey with Julia and Charlie through a love story that spans a hundred years and an age-old curse that spans more and worse, puts Charlie’s life and Julia’s soul at risk.

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She wheeled me to our meeting place. Charlie was not sitting on the lumpy couch like he usually was; instead, he stood, his feet almost bouncing as they met the ground. His eyes were bright, his smile bigger than I’d ever seen.
As soon as we were alone, I asked, "What are you so happy about?"
"First," he said and then kissed me. "Second, I’m happy because today you’re going to get well."
I hardly had the energy to lift my gaze to his face. "Can you sit, please?"
"Oh sure, of course. See, I knew you’d beat this thing. It only became clear to me today how it would happen. I took the next train as soon as I knew."
"What are you talking about?"
"Sorry. Okay." He took a deep breath and tried again. "Do you remember my war buddy Arnold I told you about?"
"Was he the one who wanted to be the horse doctor or the one with the bizarre obsession with water?"
"The water." Charlie’s eyes lit, and he pulled a chain from his pocket. On the end of it was a small vial with a clear liquid in it. "All I’ve thought about since I left you last was how I couldn’t lose you. I racked my brain all week long, prayed to God for you when I should've been sleeping, until the answer came this morning. I remembered I had it. You should've heard how he carried on and on about this water, how it would heal, how he went through hell to get it but it was worth it should he ever need it. And I thought, ‘Why let it go to waste?’ Especially now that you need it so badly. Obviously there was a reason I held on to the water. It wasn’t clear until now."
"Oh, I love you. But there's no such thing as healing waters. You said yourself he was superstitious."
"I know I did, but what if there's more to it than I thought? I can’t believe I didn’t think of this before."
"Look at me, Charlie. I am skin and bones. My entire body hurts, and I can barely eat. I am being consumed right before your eyes, and you’ve got your sights set on some silly potion."
And then I saw it. Behind the fire in Charlie’s eyes lived desperation. All his hope hinged on this sip of water. Insane as it was, he was willing to embrace any farfetched possibility if it meant he didn’t have to face the reality of living without me.
His face fell a little at my words, but he wouldn't be discouraged. "What will it hurt? Drink it, please. For me." He held the vial out, and I studied him. Hopelessness threatened to burst through the expectation in his eyes, and I felt sad for him. I, with a body full of consumption, pitied Charlie.
The pity came on the heels of my love for him. His plea warmed my heart, desperate as it was, because somewhere, deep down, despite all his optimism and prayers, he knew I was going to die. I took it from him, opened it up, and tipped it back. What harm could one small sip of water do?

About the Author:

C.S. Kendall spent her formative years growing up in the small town of McPherson, KS. As such, there was not much to do, so her imagination, which always lagged behind her age, had free reign. From playing dress up into her teens, recording radio shows with various voices and storylines with her friends, to dappling with the art of crafting a novel, there were few dull moments for her. Enter adulthood, a day job, and the backburner. But story came calling, and finally, her imagination woke up and answered. Though she loves and is fulfilled by her job as a social work therapist, she equally enjoys running away in her mind to imaginary lands with made up people. She lives happily with her husband and their two amazing children in southwest Michigan.

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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her COON HOLLOW TALES of paranormal romance and her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous epic fantasy romance. For a FREE ebook download, read her historic fantasy, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

The druids magic of Druid Warrior’s Heart ~guest post by Juli D. Revezzo

Today I'm so happy to have my good friend Juli D. Revezzo paying a visit to my blog. She has a guest post I'm sure my readers will enjoy, all about druid magic. Be sure to check out her new release, Druid Warrior's Heart

The druids magic of Druid Warrior’s Heart
by Juli D. Revezzo

Druid Warrior’s Heart is the second book in my Celtic Stewards Chronicles series. The book follows a warrior, sent by the Tuatha dé Danaan (the Irish gods of legend) to protect Ruth Macken, caretaker of a property they want for their upcoming battle (one that takes place every 500 years. Hence the term harshad*). Their legend has come down to Ruth through the stories her family has told for how many millennia, she’s not sure. When tragedy strikes her family, she finds the warriors and their druids waiting. Marsha asked me here to explain more about their druids and their magic.

Our history shows that druids were a learned strata in Celtic society. They handled matters as far reaching as law, astronomy, medicine, keeping history, and religious rites for their people. To master these subjects, your average druid would spend twenty years studying these subjects and more including, according to some historians, magic. When I wrote the first volume in the Celtic Stewards Chronicles I decided to play on the magic I’d granted them in order to fight their harshad wars, and really grew to love them. So in Druid Warrior’s Heart, the second book in the series, I decided to see what the druids might’ve done in their earlier days. Enter Cyreth.

When we first met her, she was an old woman; but here, going backwards 500 years, I found her  just coming out of her druidic training, when she and the hero Isaac encounter Ruth. And boy does Ruth need help! Every time they turn around, the poor woman is attacked by monsters, and men. So right off the bat, Cyreth’s healing powers are called for. She also must strengthen a barrier the gods have already place around Ruth’s land.

Not only that, but Ruth’s a bit stubborn. When another threat looms, the hero, Isaac, tells Ruth to stay inside and away from trouble. The first thing she does is head for the doors. Cyreth pulls a trick and locks the house tight, keeping Ruth from leaving.

Don’t ask me how she does all this. I’m not the druid and Cyreth—stubbornly—lives up to the druid’s reputation of keeping their information seekrit. Yep. She won’t share the magic words with me. *glares*

She also has a knack for telling stories that live in the reader’s mind as she speaks. One night, Cyreth recites her work-in-progress, a poem of a long ago battle, and Ruth can actually see the battle taking place. Now that trick, I think we’d all love to know. J Nope. She’s not telling that one, either.

Ruth too has her own magic in that she can bring a dying plant back to life, and has visions. Part of her status as the steward of the sacred ground. But that’s nothing compared to Cyreth’s skills. For instance how exactly did they know Ruth was *the one*? Well, it has a little bit to do with astrology and a science that was very much unknown in our world in 1513, Ruth’s DNA. So to that society that knowledge would’ve seemed magic. There are other divine markers she interprets, as well. For instance, Ruth’s scar, that wouldn’t ya know it? Just happens to take a shape similar to a tattoo her hero Isaac had gotten who knows how long ago.  Given the two, Ruth’s magic or Cyreth’s? I’d love to know all Cyreth’s secrets, wouldn’t you?

Cyreth uses all this to help protect Ruth, bolster Isaac in his battle against Balor and his minions, and further and foster Ruth and Isaac’s budding love. I have a few more books in mind for this series, so I hope, by the end we’ll know all the magic secrets of Cyreth and the other harshad druids.

If you’d like to read more about Druid Warrior’s Heart, here’s the synopsis:


As the latest in her family’s long line of Stewards, Ruth Macken awaits the arrival of a warrior sworn to the Tuatha dé Danaan, the Celtic gods her family has served since the beginning of time. For on that day, a magical battle will erupt. A war between druids and an evil that will decide the fate of mankind. 
Isaac Connel knows the battle is imminent, and is ready to fight, once again but from the moment he sees Ruth flitting around the sacred ground, he’s captivated by her fiery charms and a need to protect her. 
Despite Isaac’s assurances and the dreams that guide her, what can Ruth and her lover do to drive off this evil? Despite everything, will the world end at the hands of an evil god?

Druid Warrior’s Heart is available at available at Amazon and in paperback from Createspace.

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(**A harshad number is a number divisible by the sum of its digits…for instance, 500.)

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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her COON HOLLOW TALES of paranormal romance and her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous epic fantasy romance. For a FREE ebook download, read her historic fantasy, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Thursday, October 15, 2015

All Hallows' Reads Book Party Oct 29-Nov 1

This Halloween treat yourself to some scary good reads!

Join me and my author friends for this four-day Facebook event. We'll be sharing our scariest books, playing creepy games, and offering tempting prizes!

To join the event, follow this link:

Event Schedule: 

Thursday, October 29, 2015 (Eastern Standard Time)
9:00 PM – Debbie Herbert, author of “Changeling”
10:00 PM – E.B. Hood, author of “Malabeth the Vampire”
11:00 PM – Lilo Abernathy of “The Light Who Shines”

Friday, October 30, 2015,  (Eastern Standard Time)
11:00 AM -Jen Ponce, author of “The Bazaar”
12:00 Noon -E.B. Hood, author of “Malabeth the Vampire”
1:00 PM – Vivienne Savage, author of “Loved by the Dragon”
2:00 PM – Peter John, author of “Dead Medium”
3:00 PM – Constance Burris, author of “Black Beauty”
4:00 PM -Karen M McFarland, author of “Under a Bourbon Street Moon”
5:00 PM – Amos Cassidy, author of “Crimson Midnight”
6:00 PM – Rose Montague, author of “Norma Jean’s School of Witchery”
7:00 PM – Marsha A. Moore, author of “Witch’s Moonstone Locket”
8:00 PM – Lesley Donaldson, author of “The Queen’s Viper”
9:00 PM – Debbie Herbert, author of “Changeling”
10:00 PM – K.K. Allen, author of “The Summer Solstice: Enchanted”
11:00 PM – Joy Eileen, author of “Transparent”

Saturday, October 31, 2015, (Eastern Standard Time)
10:00 AM – Timothy Bateson, contributing author to “Moon Shadows: A Halloween Anthology”
11:00 AM – Fiona Quinn, author of “Weakest Lynx”
12:00 Noon – Joe DeRouen, author of “Memories of a Ghost”
1:00 PM – Marsha A. Moore, author of “Witch’s Moonstone Locket”
2:00 PM – Lilo Abernathy of “The Light Who Shines”
3:00 PM – Louise White, author of “The Calling”
4:00 PM – Lesley Donaldson, author of “The Queen’s Viper”
5:00 PM – Susan Stec, author of “The Grateful Undead They’re So Vein”
6:00 PM – Jennifer Reynolds, author of “Resistant”
7:00 PM – Tima Maria Lacoba, author of “Bloodgifted”
8:00 PM – Kayti Nika Raet, author of “Niko”
9:00 PM – Susanne Leist, author of “The Dead Game”
10:00 PM –
11:00 PM –

Sunday, November 1, 2015 (Eastern Standard Time)
10:00 AM – Rose Montague, author of “Norma Jean’s School of Witchery”
11:00 AM – K.K. Allen, author of “The Summer Solstice: Enchanted”
12:00 Noon – Louise White, author of “The Calling”
1:00 PM – Lesley Donaldson, author of “The Queen’s Viper”
2:00 PM – Joe DeRouen, author of “Memories of a Ghost”
3:00 PM – Jen Ponce, author of “The Bazaar”
4:00 PM – Kayti Nika Raet, author of “Niko”
5:00 PM – Julie Nicholls, author of “Fallen Angels”
6:00 PM – Fiona Quinn, author of “Weakest Lynx”
7:00 PM – Vivienne Savage, author of “Loved by the Dragon”
8:00 PM – Susanne Leist, author of “The Dead Game”
9:00 PM – Joy Eileen, author of “Transparent”
10:00 PM – Tima Maria Lacoba, author of “Bloodgifted”
11:00 PM – Timothy Bateson, contributing author to “Moon Shadows: A Halloween Anthology”

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During the party, I'll be taking those who are brave enough into the witchy world of my Coon Hollow Coven Tales. Sure to be a wickedly fun way to celebrate the Samhain sabbat! 

Here's some info about the first book in that series, Witch's Moonstone Locket
Genre: Paranormal romance
Twenty-three-year-old Jancie Sadler was out of the room when her mother died, and her heart still longs for their lost goodbye. Aching to ease her sorrow, Aunt Starla gives Jancie a diary that changes her entire life. In entries from the 1930s, her great grandmother revealed how she coped with her own painful loss by seeking out a witch from nearby Coon Hollow Coven. The witch wore the griever’s moonstone locket, which allowed whoever could unlock its enchantment to talk with the dead. 
Determined to find that locket, Jancie goes to the coven’s annual carnival held in her small southern Indiana town of Bentbone. This opposes her father’s strict rule: stay away from witches. But she’s an adult now and can make her own decisions. She meets Rowe McCoy, the kind and handsome witch who wears the moonstone. He agrees to let her try to open the locket, but they’re opposed by High Priestess Adara and her jealous desire to possess him. Desperate for closure with her mother, Jancie persists and cannot turn away from a perilous path filled with magic, romance, and danger.  

Here's the Goodreads link for you to add the book to your TBR list.

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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her COON HOLLOW TALES of paranormal romance and her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous epic fantasy romance. For a FREE ebook download, read her historic fantasy, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.