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Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Magic of Books- Victoria Danann


WEDNESDAY
The Witches of Wimberley Book 3
by Victoria Danann

Genre: Fantasy Romance



All things magical and mundane happen for a reason. But when romance is involved, that reason may wear a more confusing disguise than usual.


New York Times bestselling author, Victoria Danann, adds some more night magic to the captivating Witches series.


Wednesday's not just a witch. She's a modern woman who doesn't like being told what to do. It's her turn for the spring rites, but she stuns the entire colony by saying no. She further befuddles everyone by refusing to give her reasons. Hoping she'll change her mind, they recruit her friends to apply pressure and proceed with plans as usual.


The warlock, Rally, met Wednesday at a witches' gathering in Aspen. They barely spoke the entire weekend and he didn't think much of it until afterward, when he found himself waking during the night with her on his mind. He could track her down, but to what end? He certainly had no interest in a relationship lasting longer than forty minutes, but it had been months since the brief encounter and he was still being caught by friends, musing about Wednesday instead of listening.


Then one day it came to him that she must have cast some kind of spell. That was all the reason he needed to track her down.


Perhaps he expected to travel a great distance to find a compliant, cooperative, submissive female with inferior magics. One thing was certain. He was not prepared for an aloof witch who couldn't manage to care enough about the accusation to even pretend indignation. When she laughed in his face, said, "Think what you want," and walked away, he was left standing with an open mouth and the ancient hunter's impulse to chase, the essential masculine principle, blooming to life. In his pants.


Find out why readers call this series magical, enchanting, and witching good fun.





“Earth to Rally,” Aodh snapped his fingers in front of Rally’s face. They sat in a dive bar in Key West hoping the party occupying the table next to the oscillating fan would leave so they could grab it. “Even if you were looking at that little blonde who keeps finding reasons to twitch her butt back and forth, you’ve been out of your body long enough to fantasize all the way to great grandchildren.”


The glaze over Rally’s near-yellow eyes cleared as he focused on Aodh. “Hmmm? No. I wasn’t out of body. I wouldn’t do that in the middle of a bar.”


“It was a figure of speech. Geez. What is the matter with you? What do you think is the matter with Rally?” Aodh directed the question to Jean Mar.


“Maybe he’s just out of it because it’s too humid for humans in this place,” said Jean Mar. “Why are we here?”


“Because,” Aodh said, “we’re doing a twenty city bachelor party tour before Rally’s ensnared in the witches’ web.” He chuckled. “For good.” Aodh turned his baseball cap backwards. “Say goodbye to happy days.”


Rally had gotten one of the witches’ invitations to join them for a weekend in Wimberley. He knew about the weekends and their purpose, but had never heard of a warlock being targeted. “You talk too much, Aodh.”


Aodh laughed. “Since when? You know I’m kidding. And there’s a good chance you’re not the one. Or ones.” Aodh turned to Jean Mar. “How many do they ensnare every year?”


“One or two. I think. But watch your words if you don’t want to end up on the auction block.” Jean Mar seemed to be serious about the admonishment, which irritated Aodh. They were supposed to be having fun, preferably at Rally’s expense.


Rally looked at Jean Mar. “It’s not an auction block.”


“Oh, I know,” Jean Mar said. “Supposedly the men who get picked rave about how they wouldn’t have it any other way.”


“But they’re not us. Right?” Aodh added.


“Yeah,” Rally smiled. “But I’m not a man. Not if you mean it in the purely human sense. The sham of bachelor party just went away as your reason to exist today.”


“You’re not going?” Jean Mar’s question sounded like he might be shocked or might be scandalized.


Rally nodded. “Oh, I’m going to the witches’ little farce, but not because I have to and not because I have any intention of being… what did you say? Ensnared?”


Jean Mar looked doubtful. “Then why are you going?”


Rally’s eyes slid to Jean Mar. “For the food.”


Aodh laughed.


Jean Mar shook his head. “Underestimate them at your peril.”


“They’re. Female,” Rally said as if that explained everything in the universe.


“They are,” agreed Jean Mar. He was nodding, but also not joking around. He looked over his shoulder like he was concerned the wrong person would overhear then toward Rally and spoke in a low voice. “They’re also powerful. Like us.”


Rally and Aodh stared at him for a full five beats before bursting into laughter. When that ran its course, Aodh said, “You didn’t hear me right. I said they’re female.”


“Look.” Jean Mar eyes ping ponged between his friends. “We’re not talking about who can lift the biggest shovel of horse shit. I know you’re old. Older than I am. But if you think it follows that they’re magically inferior because they’re women? Well. You’re wrong.”


Rally started to say something, but Aodh held up his hand in a gesture of, ‘Hold on. I’ve got this’.


“When and how did you become an authority on magical equality?” Aodh asked.


Jean Mar slouched back in his chair, took a drink of something spicy with rum, and looked around the room shaking his head. “You don’t really want to know what I think.”


“Sure,” Rally said. “We do.”


“Alright. In a head to head contest, which to my knowledge has never been done, but if it was? They might win.”


Again Aodh and Rally burst into laughter.


“Okay. Tell yourselves whatever you need to.” Then Jean Mar directed a warning to Rally. “Walk into Wimberley full of piss and pride, thinking you’re a god. See what happens.”


Rally sighed deeply then turned up a bottle of Mike’s Hard Lemonade before surprising both his friends by saying. “I’ve already been there.”
“What?!” Jean Mar and Aodh said in unison. “When?!?”



WILLEM
Romance that is destiny laced, fantasy infused, and dressed in a little night magic.


If he leaves, he can never come back. But is he dumb enough to get in his car and drive away anyhow?


New York Times bestselling author, Victoria Danann, begins a sizzling new series about an enclave of modern day witches who are sexy, philanthropic and living in the Texas Hill Country. They're selfless to a fault when it comes to generosity, but when it comes to the men they choose for themselves, they don't settle for anything less than the best. 


"Enchanted from the very first page. I couldn't put it down!"- Night Owl Reviews 5* TOP PICK


While waiting for what would probably be his last acting audition ever, the guy standing in line behind Willem gave him a card with a phone number on it and said, "You're a good looking guy. If you're definitely quitting, try the witches."


Willem took the card for the sake of being polite. He planned to throw it away, but didn't. Crazy as it sounded, it seemed like the card was bugging him. It even kept him awake when he put it in the refrigerator.


He called the number, entered the competition and won. Winning meant getting everything he'd never even dared to dream about.


WITCH WANTS FOREVER
You don't know what you've got till it's gone.


Only one thing could be worse than never finding the love of your life...finding her and forgetting. 


From New York Times bestselling author, Victoria Danann, "mistress of modern romantic fantasy".


"...illustrated that love is the strongest magic of all." 


Rachel can't imagine life without Dashiell Fonteneau. They were the kind of couple who believed they were destined to find each other eons before they were born.Married people, but forever lovers.


When Dash goes to Denver on a business trip that was supposed to last for three days and doesn't come home, Rachel finds herself in conflict with the colony at Wimberley over what to do.


The entire community is in complete agreement when they decide magic can't be used to bring him back. They say she'll have to learn to live without him.


"I was tense the entire time I was reading this book. It keep me riveted. I couldn't put it down."
READERS ARE SAYING: It's the perfect blend of angst, humor, and a little night magic.



Victoria Danann is the New York Times bestselling author of twenty romances. For the past four years in a row, Victoria's Knights of Black Swan series have won prestigious Reviewers' Choice Awards for both BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE SERIES and PARANORMAL ROMANCE NOVEL OF THE YEAR. This past year three of her series and three of her novels were nominated. Two of her series took the top two places and two of her books took first and second place in the PNR Novel of the Year category.


In addition to vampire hunting knights, Victoria writes other paranormal romance, scifi, fantasy, and contemporary romance.


Victoria co-hosts the popular ROMANCE BETWEEN THE PAGES podcast which can be found on itunes or at → www.romancecast.com




Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Magic of Books- Liza O'Conner


Lies & Deceit
The Extraordinary Life of Amy Winston, Book 3

by Liza O'Connor


Genre: Historical, Regency (right after the end of the Napoleon wars) through Early Victorian




Despite her lack of dowry and cloudy past, Amy Winston becomes one of the most sought-after young ladies in the London marriage mart. Some desire her for her beauty and charm while others appreciate her unique skills of seeing with her mind, healing with her hands, and disappearing in plain sight. By her choice of husbands, she secures her safety. However, her marriage almost brings the English Parliament to its knees.




Amy studied the young man for a moment. “Are you an only child?”


“Yes, why do you ask?”


“Did you like your nanny?”


“Very much.”


“And your tutors?”


“Not so much.” His forehead crinkled in annoyance. “Is there some point to your questions?”


Darby sighed and stared at the ceiling in exasperation. “She is trying to figure out why you are such a pompous ass and expect to have your way all the time. She has no doubt concluded from her three questions that you were spoiled by your nanny into a horrid monster of a boy who has no idea how to make or keep friends, and clearly from your display today, she will conclude you’ve not made much progress since.” He then looked at Amy. “You can move me to the fourth dance if you are still willing to give this brat a chance. In his favor, he’s a very good dancer and can be an interesting conversationalist, if you can keep him from talking about himself.”


Amy ran an arrow to the forth line for Darby and added JM on the third line.


“Why does Darby get more letters?” Marsh asked.


Amy laughed and added vsgd at the end of his initials for ‘very spoiled good dancer’.


“That doesn’t spell anything…”


At this point, Ann felt compelled to intervene. “John, you’ve got your dance, dear. Stop bullying Amy and leave now.”



PURE INNOCENCE, BOOK 1

For some, Amy is an angel incarnate; for others, she is the child of Satan. In her early years, Amy learns the skills of a soldier and discovers she can heal with the touch of her hand. Upon the death of her beloved Uncle John, he stays as a protective ghost to assist the soldiers in their vigilant efforts to keep her safe. Never has a girl arrived at Madam Cousec’s School for Young Ladies with more charm, more friends, or greater protection. She’ll need them all to survive the head girl and set her future in motion.




John turned his attention back to the girl. Her dark hair was wild and matted. In the center of the mats was dried caked blood. No doubt from the stones the townspeople threw.


The girl spoke rapidly in a shrill voice, declaring she was “bad, evil, the devil’s whore, and to go away, go away, go away.”


He suspected the voice was not hers but a mimic of the people who had said these cruel words. Suddenly, her voice dropped lower in a mimic of a man and she quoted dark bible passages about casting out demons.


Dear God, was it possible these were her parents’ words?


“Tell me the name, tell me the name, damn you!” the voice bellowed.


Finally, he heard the girl’s own voice. The pain and misery it held tore at his old battle-weary heart.


“There is no name,” she cried. “There was no man. Only a dream while I rested on the banks.”


“Then it’s the seed of Satan and it’ll not be raised in my house!” her voice deepened and bellowed


Inside the bundle of cloth, she held tight to her chest, a baby’s wail rose, almost as if in protest to her words. The baby’s cry startled her and for one terrible moment, John feared she would toss the child over the edge.


Then her madness dissipated, and she transformed into a young mother fretting over her new child, soothing it with soft words, as she sat down upon the ground. She opened her filthy torn blouse and placed the baby upon her right breast, rocking the child softly while it nursed. Her face held love and adoration for her helpless infant.


John knew he must save this young girl and her baby. She was not yet lost to madness.




LOVE'S BETRAYALS, BOOK 2

When Amy and her friend Domnika arrive in London, she discovers her guardian, Nicolas, is under the thrall of his ‘perfect’ wife. Neither is happy she has come. The only person who seems pleased with her arrival is the handsome valet, Antonio, who turns out to be far more than a servant.


Needing to escape her guardian’s care, Amy and Domnika take refuge at a fellow schoolmate’s home. Antonio leaves Nicolas’ service and becomes one of her many protectors. Unlike the other protectors, he becomes the first of many admirers that vie for her hand.


All the while, Nicolas continues to prove over and over that he is not the fine fellow her uncle had thought.


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As Nicolas and his valet, Antonio, sat on a bench overlooking the docks, Antonio interrogated him about Uncle John’s niece.


“Is she intelligent?”


“Frighteningly so. By now I suspect she knows more than most doctors in London about medicine.”


Antonio smiled. “A practical woman as well.”


“I hardly would call it a practical vocation,” Nicolas objected. “No one will ever accept a female doctor.”


“I suppose it depends upon the situation. The next time I get stabbed or shot, I’ll be most glad to allow her to tend my wounds.”


“You don’t even know her.”


“She’s the colonel’s niece. That’s all I need to know.”


Raised in the southern mid-section of U.S., Liza escaped to the East Coast once out of college. She’s worked as a journalist, a radio DJ, a security guard, a stock broker, a strategist, and a business solutions consultant to name a few of her many occupations.


She learned to fly planes, jump out of planes, hang-glide, kayak and scuba dive, to name of few of her ‘let’s kill Liza’ sports. However, her favorite activity is to hike with her dog Jess among the shaved mountains of NJ.


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