Happy Saturday readers.
We're done with the week for now and what better way to spend a Saturday than with a great book. Fancy that, I just happen to have one for you.
Please welcome author Tricia Schneider to the blog today.
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About the Author:
Tricia Schneider is an author of paranormal and gothic romance. Before the supernatural took possession of her pen, she worked for several years in a Waldenbooks store as Assistant Manager and bookseller. Since the closing of the bookstore, she now writes full-time while raising her 3 young children. She lives with her musician husband and 2 neurotic cats in the coal country of Pennsylvania.
Website: http://www.triciaschneider.com
Twitter: @TriciaSchneider
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/triciaschneider
Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/triciaschneider
SubGenre(s): Regency, Gothic, Paranormal
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Imprint: Black Rose
Length: Rosebud
Rating: Spicy (PG13)
Page Count: 208
Word Count: 49640
Digital Price: $3.99
Print Price: $13.99
ISBN Digital: 978-1-62830-751-1
ISBN Print: 978-1-62830-750-4
Series: Book 4 of The Merriweather Witches
Blurb:
Marianne Grey is a ghost. But, she's not dead. Cursed by a
necromancer, Marianne searches for the elusive spell needed to merge her spirit
with her physical body. She's not alone in her search. Her neighbor and best
friend, Sage Merriweather, has vowed to help her break the curse.
Sage suffers from his own demons. Literally. After
surviving a horrific attack, a demon has bonded with him, mutating Sage's magic
so he can only conjure fire. Until he can break the bond, he is a danger to
everyone near him, including those he loves.
From the glittering ballrooms of London to eerily dark
graveyards, Marianne and Sage battle forces of evil destined to claim their
souls for eternity. Though their newfound love for each other may be the toughest
battle of all.
Excerpt:
“Do you
ever wonder why I never propositioned you?” Sage asked, the anger in his soul
making him lash out. “I’ve been with many women. They call me the Merriweather
Rake, did you know?” He laughed at the absurd moniker the ton had dubbed him.
“Yet you are the only one I’ve never seduced.”
She
flinched.
He
thought the pain spreading across her face would make him feel just in his
cause. He needed to push her away. From the look on her face, he succeeded.
Instead of the satisfaction he thought it might bring, he felt only pain.
Pain from
her sadness, her suffering.
“You are
a good man, Sage,” she said with a slight tremor in her voice, the only sign
she was affected by his cruel words.
“Do not
fool yourself.”
She stood
and walked away.
The
lavender scent faded. Sage rubbed a hand over his eyes, trying to block the
image of her sadness from his mind.
Had he
done the right thing?
This
curse confined Marianne to a select few. Essentially, she was forced to speak
with him, spend time with him, even just for the pure sake of her sanity. What
choice did she have when no one else could hear or see her?
Marianne
was not to blame for the fact that Sage’s feelings regarding her were changing,
that when he looked at her he saw not a child with gangly limbs, but a woman
full-grown. One who had become a close friend. And that he desired their
friendship to grow into something much more…intimate.
Was he a
fool to punish her for his own misgivings?
Sage
heaved a heavy sigh, then slapped the surface of the water since he had nothing
else nearby to strike. The water sloshed over the rim.
Since the
bathwater had cooled and any therapeutic effects it might once have owned
vanished, he stepped out of the tub. After he dried and dressed, he went out in
search of Marianne to make his apologies. He couldn’t push her away. Instead,
he needed to restrain his own growing emotions. No need to burden her with any
more troubles. Who else could she speak with other than him? Only Julia. He
could not imagine the invisible prison she suffered. He’d not make it worse for
her.
He
wandered the hallways, searching each room until he found her.
Well, in
a manner of speaking.
He
thought to check the yellow room in the east wing, hoping she might have
retreated there to lick any wounds he had inflicted.
Although
her body was in the room, her spirit was nowhere to be found.
He
approached the bed where they had neatly laid her body. To the untrained
observer, Marianne could be sleeping. Her chest rose and fell, indicating she
breathed still. A rosy color kept her cheeks pink with life. He reached out and
took her limp hand in his, feeling the warmth of her skin.
She was
no corpse. Merely sleeping. A deep, deep sleep. And she could not wake without
her soul.
Buy Links:
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Welcome Tricia, what a spine tingling excerpt! I'm definitely adding The Witch's Kiss to my TBR pile. I read The Witch's Thief and loved it. Can you tell us where the idea for your Merriweather Witches series came from ?
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