Thursday, December 18, 2014

Interview with characters of the PNR Blood Bewitched by Ashlynne Laynne

Today I have a fun interview that my guest Ashlynne Laynne conducted with two of her characters from Blood Bewitched, Ascher and Shauna Rousseau. Enjoy!


In the cover of nightfall, I enter the double door entrance of Ascher and Shauna Rousseau’s new home, Promesse, escorted by two soldier-types in what appear to be United States Army fatigues. They guide me down a long, white-walled corridor to a room simply furnished with a piano, black leather loveseat and a matching recliner.

The immortal couple sits in an intimate pose, Ascher’s arm lovingly swathing the back of the sofa. A tiny bundle lies in each of their arms. Upon closer inspection, I realize that both babies are fast asleep.

“Ashlynne.” Ascher stands, his massive, six foot four frame dressed in a gray long-sleeved tee shirt and straight-legged True Religions that drape black boots. He gives me a wide smile, the blue in his irises flaring with amusement. “So glad you could make it out to Langley to see us.” He motions for me to sit in the lone recliner.

“Did you enjoy your trip up?” Shauna asks from her place on the loveseat, rocking both babies in her arms.

I settle into my seat, noticing the tray of goodies on a glass table beside my chair. Placing my purse at my feet and my tablet on my lap, I rip into a pack of gummy bears and shove a couple into my mouth.

“You remembered,” I say, getting a sugar rush from the mouthful of candy.

“Of course we did,” Shauna says, looking casual and cute in a pair of jeans and a pink cashmere sweater.

“So,” Ascher starts, shifting his purple cocoon into the other arm, “who are we interviewing for today?”

“Hmmm.” I glance at my tablet and tap it a couple of times until my schedule appears. “This one is for Marsha Moore at the Illusions of Intimacy blog.” I take a sip of water and set my phone on vibrate. “I’m ready whenever you guys are.”

Both Ascher and Shauna nod.

“I think the first thing readers will want to know is how you met.”

Ascher smirks. “My brother, Gabe, hired Shauna to tend the bar at Rousseau’s.”

“I really needed a job,” Shauna continued. “I was in college and struggling to make ends meet. I was a D away from losing my grant and being homeless.”

Ascher shifts his position, obviously uncomfortable with remembering how dire his wife’s situation had been. He rakes a hand through raven locks that are streaked with strands of gray. “I fell in love with her instantly.”

I giggle. “Love at first sight. I understand that.”

Ascher raises a brow at me. “And how is your husband and son?”

“Jerome is in his last year of school and Mark.” I blush. “Mark is Mark—loving, supportive.” I pause, realizing that he’s somehow turned the tables, seizing the reins of control. “Hey,” I scold. “I’m supposed to be asking the questions here!” I clear my throat, changing the direction of my inquiries. “So, tell me about the twins.”

The new parents beam at one another.

Shauna’s eyes sparkle with a mother’s pride. “Aschlee loves to channel. She is quite the little mental chatterbox.” Shauna lifts the pink bundle, unwrapping it like a precious gift to give me a better look.

Aschlee is the spitting image of Ascher, with her pale complexion and obsidian locks ornamented in a tiny pink bow—undoubtedly her father’s daughter. Dressed in a precious pink and white gingham dress and matching ruffled socks, Aschlee Rousseau resembles an immortal baby doll. The infant startles, drops her lower lip, and then whimpers.

“There, there now, sweet girl,” Shauna soothes, swaddling her daughter again, placing her flush against her chest.

After a moment, Aschlee lets out a satisfied coo and falls back asleep.

“AJ here,” Ascher starts, “he doesn’t channel. He prefers blood to formula and has a cry that could wake the dead.” Ascher repeats Shauna’s actions, exposing his bundle for me to take a peek.

AJ is bigger than his sister and has Shauna’s golden complexion. A head full of wavy, red locks adorn his head. His fist under his chin, their son appears to be contemplating much in his repose.

“Your son will be more of a strong, silent type,” I surmise. “He’ll take after his mother in that respect.” Bracing myself, I ask the one question I’m dying to know. “What do the tests say about their gifts?”

Tension blankets the room, becoming a palpable pulsing that punches me like a fist. I shudder from the emotional onslaught, taking a deep breath while I await an answer from either of them.

Minutes go by and neither of them speaks a word. The couple’s gazes flit between one another’s and then to me.

Ascher’s eyes darken, morphing into a hardened, sapphire blue that stuns me. “We can’t talk about that on the record. We’ll have to conclude the interview first.”

I clutch my chest, fear snaking through me. “Is it bad?”

“Not bad,” Shauna assures me. “We’d just like to keep the results within the family until we figure out what we should do.”

“What’s there to figure out?”

Ascher takes Aschlee from Shauna and flashes up the stairs with both babies. Before he’s even missed, he returns alone. “If you really want to know,” he directs at me, “we’ll take you up to the main house to the lab—let you see the results for yourself.”

My heart pounds a hurried beat, joining the butterflies in my stomach.

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Title:Blood Bewitched (The Progeny Series #5)

Author: AshlynneLaynne
Genre: Paranormal Romance

“Nothing in life is a coincidence.”

Forces are aligning in Shauna Rousseau’s life. A gifted Wiccan warrior and unique true half-blooded vampire, she is fate personified with an incredible destiny to fulfill. The ultimate war between good and evil is brewing, a revolution that will change our world forever.               
Sides are being chosen, but Shauna has some unfinished family business. With her siblings and husband by her side, the pregnant newborn travels to Louisiana to shake her family tree. Lies are uncovered that will irrevocably damage the siblings’ lives.
                                                                                               
Everyone has a past. It’s time for Shauna Rousseau to face hers.

Author Bio

Ashlynne Layne is an award winning songwriter, poet, and author of erotic paranormal and contemporary romance. She’s always had a soft spot in her heart for vampires but grew tired of the garlic fearing, sun-loathing night stalkers of old. An avid horror movie fan, she tends to enjoy media and music of a younger, more eclectic nature. This was the catalyst for her writing The Progeny.
                          
Ashlynne loves writing on the edge—combining the erotica and romance genres—and thinks of Ascher and Shauna as the wicked, damned version of Romeo and Juliet. She is currently working on books six and seven of her Progeny Series, book one of her upcoming AlteritySeries, and a novella spin off. In her spare time, she enjoys cooking, reading, and spending time with her family. She juggles the hats of wife, mother, full time employee and part-time writer, hoping to write exclusively one day soon.

She lives in the Carolinas with her husband and son.                         

More about Ashlynne
Zodiac: Leo               
Favorite Music Genres: Alt Rock, 90’s Grunge, Pop
Favorite Musical Acts: Maroon 5, Rihanna, Lil Wayne, Bruno Mars, Jay-Z, Beyoncé, Imagine Dragons, Florida Georgia Line, Adele, Rob Zombie, Robin Thicke, Kings of Leon, Coldplay, Drake, Justin Timberlake
Favorite Movie Genre: Horror
Favorite Color: Pink
Favorite Authors: Stephen King, Anne Rice
Foods: Yogurt, Chocolate Milk, Chicken Alfredo


About The Progeny Series

At its core, The Progeny Series is simply about a man and woman who fall in love. The fact that he’s a half-blood (half-human, half vampire) and she’s a Wiccan human are secondary factors. This series encompasses a family dynamic of which we’ve never seen.
                                                                                                                                                        
The Rousseaus share a common mortal and immortal bloodline, but loyalty is the thread binding this vampire clan. Shauna and Ascher’s dissuaded love only strengthens the family bonds. Their unique union transcends bloodlines and completes the prophecy, defying the beliefs of centuries old covenants while shattering the wall between the Wiccan and vampire worlds that have existed for ages.

This series is erotic paranormal romance intended for adults and contains strong sexual content, adult sensuality, language and themes.
                                                                                                                         

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Book Excerpt

One look into Ascher’s eyes and Shauna’s simmering blood cooled. She was lost. So grateful to have him in her life. Immersed in a deep, blue ocean and awash in the depth of love she felt for this man she was so proud to call her own. With everything going wrong in their world, this was one of the things that was right. There was no denying the fact that they were made for one another.
“Thank you for the bracelet and—” Shauna gestured her hands to encompass the room colorfully decorated with balloons and fragrant with roses meant to celebrate the day of her birth. “—well, for everything.”
“No, sweetheart. I’m the one who should be thanking you for saving me.” His fingertips slipped along the line of her jaw as he lifted her head to meet his eyes. “Because of you, I’m a whole man…a living, breathing, feeling individual for the first time in my existence. You make me feel so much, Shauna. You brought me outside of myself and showed me the wonders of this world. Because of you, I realize how precious life is…that there is so much to fight for.”
The surrender in his eyes was so at odds with the wild man that had just screwed her into submission, but she loved that about him. He was many things. Human.Vampire.Warrior and worrier.Loving husband and loyal brother.Ascher was her shaded, sexy lover and a protector ready to risk himself to prevent anyone from doing her harm. He was possessive, handsome, and unyielding when it came to her safety. But most of all, he was simply hers. Looking into his eyes was like seeing them for the first time, all the adoration, passion and promise shining from their gorgeous depths.
She had no choice but to whisper, “I love you.”
He cupped her face in his palms. “Forever.” His lips then turned up into the smirk he usually reserved for teasing her. “Thank you for the player, too.”        
While she should have had enough, it wasn’t. Shauna would never get her fill of this sexy man who somehow desired and loved her just as much. So, she rolled him beneath her.


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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy and fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous, epic fantasy romance. Or enjoy a magical realism tale of a haunted yoga studio with SHADOWS OF SERENITY. For a FREE ebook sample of her writing, read her historic fantasy short story, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Tea Leaf Tales: Phew! Santa has bad breath!


“Do you know Santa?” she whispered just after the lights around us flicked off for the night.
“Of course I do. He brought me here for the little boy to play with. Didn’t he bring you?”
“Nah, I came in an ordinary box,” she replied with a heavy sigh.
“But you’re a princess. I’ll bet Santa brought your box to this family.”
She blushed and said, “Santa comes every year, right, so I’ll be sure to stay awake this year and ask him how I got here.”
“There he is now,” I said, sitting up as much as my settled stuffing would allow.
“Oh,Santa’s sure is furry and loud with a long tail and, phew, has bad breath.”

Tea Leaf Tales is a series of original ten-sentence short stories by Marsha A. Moore, relating to photos/scenes that resonate with her. 

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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy and fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous, epic fantasy romance. Or enjoy a magical realism tale of a haunted yoga studio with SHADOWS OF SERENITY. For a FREE ebook sample of her writing, read her historic fantasy short story, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Monday, December 15, 2014

Krista Walsh's Evensong, the Meratis Trilogy ~ Fall Into Fantasy Tour #giveaway


Welcome to the Fall Into Fantasy Tour, where we are keeping your mind off any end-of-summer blues and welcoming the cooler weather by introducing you to some incredible fantasy reads to curl up with and giving you plenty of chances to win awesome prizes!

Week 17: Meratis Trilogy
Book One: Evensong
By Krista Walsh


Author Jeff Powell wakes up to find the impossible has happened. He is within his own novel—summoned into the fictional world of Feldall’s Keep by a spell he didn’t write. One the House enchantress hasn’t figured out how to reverse.

When the villain he’s been struggling to write reveals himself, unleashing waves of terror and chaos, Jeff must use more than his imagination to save the characters he created—and the woman he loves.

Trapped within a world of his own creation, he must step outside the bounds of his narrative to help his characters defeat an evil no one anticipated, even if he must sacrifice his greatest gift. In the end, he has to ask: are novels really fiction, or windows into other worlds?

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ABOUT KRISTA WALSH
Known for witty, vivid characters, Krista Walsh never has more fun than getting them into trouble and taking her time getting them out. After publishing a few short stories and novellas in various anthologies, she has now released her own anthology, the serial collection Greylands. When not writing, or working at her day job, she can be found reading, gaming, or watching a film – anything to get lost in a good story. She currently lives in Ottawa, Ontario.

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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy and fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous, epic fantasy romance. Or enjoy a magical realism tale of a haunted yoga studio with SHADOWS OF SERENITY. For a FREE ebook sample of her writing, read her historic fantasy short story, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Author Interview with Rebecca Trogner about her PNR release The Last Guardian Rises #contest



Today, I'd like to share with my readers an author interview with Rebecca Trogner. Be sure to check out her new release, as well as her great giveaway contest at the bottom of this post.




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Thank you for having me on your site. I thought I’d try something a tad different and ask myself questions I’d like to be asked. Not that I don’t get asked interesting questions, but they tend to be mostly the same. So here we go…

Vampires are passé. So why do you write about them?
You can’t chase what is popular right now. You have to write what you love or what inspires you. I do think that there has been a saturation of vampires in the past couple of years. But readers and viewers fascinated by the genre will always be interested in a new story.

How did you get a vampire book published?
I was turned down by more agents than I’d like to remember. Most of them liked the story, but were worried about having yet another vampire book on the market. I just kept plugging away and it all worked out.

Krieger Barnes is a 2,000 year old vampire. Why so old? Does his name hold any significance?
I wanted a character who’d been a vampire for centuries. Who’d literally seen everything the world had to offer and survived to tell the tale. Krieger is confident and comfortable in his own skin. Krieger is German for warrior and it reflects him perfectly. 

Lily Ayres isn’t the typical female lead in a vampire novel. Why did you make her so unusual?
I patterned her a little off two people I know. They are both quiet and rarely speak, but are strong willed, brilliant, and wondrously unique.  I wanted to stay true to that part of Lily’s nature and still have her be in control of her life and who she chooses to love.

One of your characters is Merlin. How did that come about?
I was bored and clicked on the TV and there was this TV show called Camelot. The Merlin in the series was Joseph Fiennes and I was mesmerized by him. Thus Merlin became King Krieger’s advisor.

Will there be more books in the series?
Yes, I’m writing the last book now.

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The Last Guardian Rises
The Last Keepers’ Daughter Series
Book 2
Rebecca Trogner

Genre:  Paranormal, Romance, Mystery

Publisher:  Crescent Moon Press
Date of Publication: November 15, 2014
ISBN:  978-0-9908827-6-3
E-ISBN: 978-0-9908827-7-0
Number of pages:  295
Word Count: 90,000 approx

Book Description: 

Lily Ayres, Sanguis Ancilla to Krieger Barnes, has retreated into the shadows of the archives, hiding from the king and the intense emotions he arouses in her. How long can she deny him? Will she accept her role in the Other world and the abilities arising within her?

Krieger Barnes, Vampire King of North America, has shared his blood, his kingdom, and his heart with Lily. He summons her, needing her nearness, needing her to attend the council meeting with him.

Merlin, the king’s advisor, must fight the darkness that threatens to overtake him. Can he survive the dark magic?

Lucien Black, the wielder of the Dragon Sword, is once again charged with Lily’s protection. How will he explain his avoidance of her?

A being buried deep underground, inside a cage of iron and wrapped in chains, escapes. Is he the dark entity that the Others feel and fear?


Available at Amazon

Excerpt:

He came back cradling what looked like a journal in his large hands. It was bound in leather with a faded black ribbon tied around the covers.

“Fell, I guess.”

Lily knew it couldn’t have fallen on its own. And why didn’t the lights come on when it moved? She took the offered book from Liam and rubbed her hand over the old leather. Someone had taken great care to keep it oiled and the leather supple as sin. For now, its contents were silent. Not all texts spoke with her – perhaps this one would later, or never would.

“Ready?” Liam opened the door and waited for her to follow.

Her mind said no, definitely not ready to see Krieger, but her heart beat faster, and she remembered his cool, calm voice, and how she loved the ambiguous color of his hypnotic bluegrey eyes. The night before Lily’s mother was discovered and she’d fatally stabbed Henry, Lily had argued with Krieger. From this vantage, Lily could see how trivial her protestations were. She’d felt he’d betrayed her, though he hadn’t, and because of her, Krieger had staunched the flow of blood through the bond they shared. Now, just a hint of warmth was flowing through her body, that feeling of being connected to him again, that tiny bit of delicious balm soothing her worries.

About the Author:


Rebecca Trogner lives in the Shenandoah Valley region of Virginia, and frequently crosses the Blue Ridge Mountains that were the inspiration for Krieger’s home. She dreamed of being a writer, but got sidetracked by the day-to-day adventures of life. With the encouragement of her family, she has finished her second novel and is currently writing the next book in The Last Keeper’s Daughter series. To find out more about the author visit www.rebeccatrogner.com.


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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy and fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous, epic fantasy romance. Or enjoy a magical realism tale of a haunted yoga studio with SHADOWS OF SERENITY. For a FREE ebook sample of her writing, read her historic fantasy short story, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Monday, December 8, 2014

L. Blankenship's The Disciple series ~ Fall Into Fantasy Tour #giveaway


Welcome to the Fall Into Fantasy Tour, where we are keeping your mind off any end-of-summer blues and welcoming the cooler weather by introducing you to some incredible fantasy reads to curl up with and giving you plenty of chances to win awesome prizes!

Week 16: The Disciple Series by L. Blankenship


War is coming. Kate Carpenter is only a peasant girl, but she’s determined to help defend the kingdom and its bound saints against the invading empire. Her healing magic earned her a coveted apprenticeship with the master healer; now she must prove herself ready to stand in the front lines and save lives.

She’s not ready for the attentions of a ne’er-do-well knight and the kingdom’s only prince, though. This is no time to be distracted by romance — the empire’s monstrous army will tear through anyone standing between them and the kingdom’s magical founts. All disciples must put aside their tangled feelings and stand in the homeland’s defense.

Disciple is a six-part gritty fantasy romance by L. Blankenship. Part I through Part IV are on sale now at all major retailers

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Look for the final volume, Part VI, in 2015!

EXCERPT:

“You couldn’t sleep either?”

At the whisper, I looked up from struggling to lace my boots with trembling hands. My master stepped into my dormitory room, adding his lamp’s light to my candle.

“Why must I dress as a boy?” I whispered back. Perhaps I was not so buxom, but I doubted I’d fool anyone. “This makes little sense.”

“Patience.” Master Parselev placed his lamp on my writing-table and checked my packed bags. “They’re gathering at the chapel already. None of us got much sleep, it seems.”

The straw mattress creaked when I stood, boots laced and the woolen hose sagging between my thighs. I ran my fingers around my waist, under my layered cotes, to check the drawstring. “Are these right, Master?” I’d strung the hose and braies together as best I could guess and as memory was my Blessing I had no excuse for failing. Men’s underthings weren’t much concern to me — if I saw such, or more, it was while the man lay bleeding on the surgery table.

“If they stay up, it’s right. Good. This too.” He slung a heavy felt cloak across my shoulders and pinned it on. The hood buried my face in shadows; my blonde braid, even wrapped around my head, would give me away.

I asked, “Master, this journey will be long, won’t it?” Parselev had given me more clothes than I’d ever owned to pack in those bags. All heavy winter woolens, too. “Shouldn’t you go, then?”

He looked down at me, mouth quirking to one side. Master was a greybeard, said to be over a hundred years old, but his kir kept his eyes bright and his face lightly creased. I had only been his apprentice two years. Surely I could not be ready for this.

“It must be you, Kate,” was all he said. He carried one of my bags, and I took the other.

Wreathed in breath-clouds, we crossed the Order’s campus. Low on the horizon, the slim, waxing crescent of the Shepherd hung golden, all seven of his Flock scattered in the sky behind him. He gave the only hint that dawn was coming. The cloak kept me marvelously warm, even in the chilly breeze. No frost this morning, not yet, but it was only a few weeks off.

Master un-bolted the side gate and led me to the door of the Grand Chapel. Horses waited on the grass, many horses chewing at their bits and shaking their heads, most of them with knights in the saddles. The knights’ black tabards, worn over suits of mail, had a white horse embroidered on the right shoulder and two gold stars on the left, marking them knights and Prince’s Guard as well. Kite shields and bucket helms hung on their saddles, in easy reach.

Several of the horses stood with empty saddles, collectively held by a couple of pageboys, and that gave me pause. I’d never been on a horse; I was only a peasant girl. But it could not be so awful, I told myself, so I gripped my cloak a little tighter and followed Master Parselev inside.

My new boots rang too loudly in the empty chapel, and when I slowed to lighten my step I fell behind. Only one lamp burned on the high table before the icons, and its light was mostly blocked by those gathered below the two steps. Faces were cast in shadow as they turned toward us — all looming in the dim light, some cloaked like me, others not — and I knew none of them. I kept my head down as I joined my master before them, glad the hood hid my face.

“Not ready, Elect?” one asked, his voice low but strong. “Who’s this?”

“My apprentice will safeguard the travelers,” my master answered. “She has —”

“What?” The man stepped closer, his shoulders blocking out the light.

“Majesty, she’s my finest student.” Parselev put up a hand when the stranger reached for my hood.

My knees trembled as the word echoed in my head. Majesty. I stood before the king of Wodenberg. Wobbling a bit, I dropped to one knee in obeisance, fist pressed to my heart. The king yanked off my hood while I stared at the flagstone floor, pulse pounding.

“This girl?” the king demanded. “You trust a mere disciple with this mission?”



ABOUT L. BLANKENSHIP
L. Blankenship started writing animal stories as a kid and it's just gotten completely out of hand since then. Now she's out publishing her gritty fantasy and hard science fiction adventures. L grew up in New Hampshire but currently lives near Washington, DC.

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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy and fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous, epic fantasy romance. Or enjoy a magical realism tale of a haunted yoga studio with SHADOWS OF SERENITY. For a FREE ebook sample of her writing, read her historic fantasy short story, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Magical Music in the NA fantasy Beggar Magic ~guest post by H.L. Burke and #contest



I'm pleased to bring my readers a fascinating guest post about magical music by H.L. Burke. Be sure to check out her new adult fantasy release Beggar Magic, as well as her wonderful contest at the end of this post.




 
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How the Most Tone Deaf Woman in the World Wrote about Magical Music


by H. L. Burke, author of Beggar Magic


One of the most embarrassing episodes of my life was getting kicked off a local theater production of Annie. Honestly, it was a miracle I got cast in the first place. I knew one of the musical directors, and she liked my personality, or something like that. Somehow I bluffed my way through an audition and they were impressed at how fast I went off book, but a few weeks in and everything came crashing down. Everyone in charge realized they’d made a terrible mistake.

Perhaps they thought my slightly obnoxious (who am I kidding, let’s go with ‘shrill, strident, unpleasant’) voice would make for a good comic villain, but several rehearsals later, I was gently let go but still completely humiliated.

I’m musically challenged. I don’t listen to a  lot. My writing playlists are usually nature sounds and some new agey stuff that doesn’t tempt me to  sing along because that would just be embarrassing. If I sing, my two-year-old covers my mouth. It’s that bad.

However, in Gelia, music is everywhere. Music is magic.

Well, music is an oversimplification. The magic of Gelia manifests through invisible but audible beings called the Strains. Everyone hears the Strains a little differently, but they combine to fill the air with beautiful sounds. Sometimes they are harps or fiddles, sometimes bird songs or humming voices, bells, tinkling glass, falling rain, even laughter. The Strains reflect the personality of the listener. They also have a spiritual aspect, as they serve as guardian angels to their charges.

My two main characters, Leilani and Zebedy, are teen girls who bond over their mutual love of these invisible beings. Zebedy is Highmost, able to hear the lyrics to the music and chat with the Strains while Leilani is Common, only able to hear the music. Both, however, adore the Strains and are fascinated by what can be done with them.

The Strains, in turn, love the humans they watch after. They respond emotionally to the highs and lows about them. Have you ever wished your life had a soundtrack? Well, in Gelia, it would.

Actually, perhaps this magic system is my subconscious manifesting disappointment at not getting to be in a musical all those years ago. It made me write a world where life is a musical but fraught with magic and danger and mystery. Leilani and Zebedy navigate this world guided by the Strains. I hope you get a chance to read about their world and its music.



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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy and fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous, epic fantasy romance. Or enjoy a magical realism tale of a haunted yoga studio with SHADOWS OF SERENITY. For a FREE ebook sample of her writing, read her historic fantasy short story, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.