Join Roxanne This Saturday, September 7 from 2-4 pm
for a Haunted Hotels of Michigan Book Signing
at Charlins Book Nook In Frankenmuth Michigan
https://www.facebook.com/events/799033622090230/
Thursday, September 5, 2024
Monday, September 2, 2024
Now scheduling a one-month tour for Wanderer of the Wastes by Kit Karlsson #FantasyRomance
Now scheduling a one-month tour for Wanderer of the Wastes by Kit Karlsson
This tour will be September 23- October 21 (weekdays only)I am scheduling reviews, guest blogs, interviews, and spotlight stops
review copy available
To participate in this tour please send:
Your blog name and url
A couple suggested dates during the tour
Please let me know if you wish to review
Kit Karlsson
Genre: Fantasy Romance
Publisher: Lake Country Press
Date of Publication: October 29, 2024
Number of pages: roughly 300
Word Count: 97,700
Cover Artist: Fay Lane
Tagline: In a world where magic can save or shatter, Kol Mendona must survive lethal secrets—and an even deadlier love—as he discovers he might not be as human as he believed…
Book Description:
Kol Mendona, one of the last humans on the magical continent of Alon, is desperate to escape his dying underground compound. When Alessi, a fierce dragon slayer with silver eyes, arrives, Kol sees a way out. As they journey together through the deadly wastes, an unexpected bond forms between them – one fueled by passion and dangerous magic.
But as Kol’s strange new powers awaken, their bond becomes increasingly unstable. Something within him is changing in ways he doesn’t fully understand, and if Alessi ever discovers the truth, Kol may lose more than her affections…
About the Author:
Kit enjoyed writing as a child and rediscovered her passion during the COVID-19 lockdown. She has a degree in finance from Southern Methodist University and recently graduated from Georgetown University Law Center, where she was the administrative editor of an academic publication. When she’s not writing, you can find her running barefoot, taming stray cats, or listening to paranormal podcasts.
Now On Tour Tales of the Wythenwood by J.W. Hawkins #DarkFantasy
September 2 Momma Says: To Read or Not to Read
September 3 The Book Junkie Reads (Interview)
September 4 Fang-tastic Books
September 5 Lisa’s World of Books
September 6 Supernatural Central (Interview)
September 9 Paranormalists (Guest Blog)
September 10 Roxanne’s Realm
September 11 The Creatively Green Write at Home Mom (Guest Blog)
September 12 Sapphyria's Books
September 13 Fang-tastic Books FB
September 16 Bewitching Book Tours
September 17 Westveil Publishing
September 18 Serena Synn (Guest Blog)
September 19 Roxanne Rhoads Instagram
September 20 The Pimpettes FB
September 23 Liliyana Shadowlyn
September 24 Kenyan Poet
September 25 The Bookworm
September 26 Bewitching Book Tours FB
September 27 Roxanne Rhoads FB
September 30 A Bewitching Guide to Halloween (Guest Blog)
Book One
J.W. Hawkins
Genre: Dark Fantasy
Publisher: Wilderwood Press
Date of Publication: 31 August
ISBN: 9798334501188
ASIN: B0D752QM73
Number of pages: 296
Word Count: 74,000
Book Description:
J.W. Hawkins' "Tales of the Wythenwood" masterfully blends whimsy with darkness, capturing the essence of dark fantasy and classic fairy tales while infusing them with modern sensibilities. The collection is rich in themes of nature, survival, morality, and the complex interplay between good and evil. The author’s love for rhythmic and descriptive language breathes life into the Wythenwood, making it a character in its own right. Each story, while unique, contributes to a cohesive world where the fantastical and the real intertwine seamlessly.
Great Oak, an omnipotent power, hatches plans to crush dissent. Injured Desideria is helped by a mysterious creature—but what is its real intent? The Taker of Faces stalks the night for her next victim. Will this be the one that sates her need and provides all that she craves? Indoli, a benevolent master of manipulation learns the consequences of teaching his ways too well—and soon the fate of the entire wood is at stake.
Exclusive Excerpt from Tales of the Wythenwood: If I Were You
Desideria lay shivering in the pristine snow. She considered her own death and, as she did so, death considered her. As her ebbing strength and the restful darkness courted one another, the strangest looking creature she had ever seen stared down upon her.
Her mind raced through the events that had led her to this moment. The rabbit had bounded over the crisp snow that fell thickly throughout the Wythenwood. It was fast, but Desideria – with her long, agile legs that leapt through the snow with such grace that it appeared as if she was stepping on the air itself – was faster. If I were you, I would run faster, my little friend, but you are not me, I am me, and I am faster she purred silently to herself as every footfall drew her closer to her quarry. And then the rabbit was gone.
Accompanied by a juddering crack, searing pain tore through her left foreleg. Pain immaculate bleached her vision in great patches of nothingness as the agony reached every corner of her senses. As the nothingness began to peel itself away, curling in at the edges to reveal the crystalline sky on a clear winter’s day, Desideria espied the rabbit.
You’re a clever one, aren’t you, my little friend, and there was I already thinking of the juicy flesh that lay beneath your snug little coat; more fool I, more fool I. I can see your tiny little mind thinking: Can she still move? Can she still catch me? Can she still eat me? Don’t deny it, my little friend; if I were you that is what I would be thinking. You could help me, but I know that you won’t, my little friend. If I were you, I wouldn’t help me. If I were you then you would be me, and I would eat you.
As Desideria lay wordlessly on the glistening carpet of freshly lain snow, the rabbit twitched its nose and disappeared once more into the mouth of the warren which had proven Desideria’s undoing.
Strong jaws came down firmly around the nape of Desideria’s neck and began to pull. As she lay there helplessly, being dragged through the velvet-soft snow, she remembered a poem she had heard many a time as a cub.
Breath of chill and eyes of stone,
The Ice King cometh.
In the cold when out alone,
The Ice King cometh.
In blackest pitch and brightest day,
The Ice King cometh.
Say his name or say it not,
The Ice King cometh.
A final walk on winter’s way,
When the Ice King cometh.
And now he comes for me she thought, too weak to give even the feeblest of resistance. She slipped beneath the gently rising darkness, cloaked beneath the Winter Reaper’s deathly cowl; she slept.
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She awoke unexpectedly, in as much as she had never expected to awake at all. Before she had even opened her eyes she felt the warmth against her hide. The heat flowed through her as if it were the essence of life itself, nourishing and coaxing and coaxing and nourishing all that was within her that longed to be returned to the soil.
When she finally felt replenished enough, she opened one eye the merest of cracks, though through that most insubstantial of openings the expected flood of light did not flow. Shocked by the blackness around her, Desideria started, and as she did so, so did the thing that lay by her side. Turning her head towards her captor, she hissed. The creature did nothing more than lay its heavy body against hers, and a voice of gravel gave out a single utterance.
“Sleep.”
As her modicum of resistance faded, she did as she was bid.
Even in the deepest, darkest depths of winter, the coming of a new dawn in the Wythenwood was heralded by a chorus of birdsong both rich and full. Some birds chittered, while others chirruped, screeched, squawked and cooed. It was to this cacophony of avian rapture that Desideria awoke.
The blinding rays of the winter sun stabbed through the haphazard roof of the den like a thousand shards of glimmering ice, crossing one another in an endlessly mesmerizing duel. The scent of life hung in the air; it was the smell of a beast, but not one of which she knew. Another more worrying stench was also apparent—the smell of meat beginning to spoil.
As her eyes adjusted to the sudden influx of light, she saw the entrance to the den. Beyond the entrance she saw an azure so pristine it seemed that, if a hawk or eagle were to soar to the heights of the stratosphere with single-minded intent, then the sky would crack and shatter, bringing forth a rain of crystal and diamond. And beneath that most singular of skies stood the creature.
From the point of its snout to the tip of its tail the creature was near on five strides in length; it would have seemed almost dog-like if it had not been for the thick, black horizontal stripes that covered the rear of its muscular body. More curious still, a pouch of skin clung tightly to its underbelly. Clenched in its jaws was a rabbit.
Why do you need that, my curious friend? Why have you kept me alive? If I were you, I would not have kept me alive, for it is cold and my meat will not spoil, yet with every moment I live without food my body will become thinner, until I am nothing but skin and bone. So, what’s your game, my strange looking friend?
What if…?
No, I will not allow such a foolish thought space within my head. You are no friend of mine.
Desideria eyed the creature with curious suspicion as it softly padded closer and closer. The continual ache that ebbed and flowed along her injured leg informed her that any hope of escape was forlorn. Like it or not, her curiosity would soon be appeased. Then came a soft thunk as the body of the rabbit tumbled onto a bed of velveteen snow, only inches from where she lay. Keep me alive for when food is scarce? I think not, my friend. In all the Wythenwood, where in these forsaken months so much lay firmly within the Ice King’s deathly grip, there was little that could match the utter coldness that emanated from the stare Desideria gave her savior, captor and predator.
“Sadness begets joy and from death comes life, so take joy from the sadness that has befallen this little creature and take life from its death.” The creature sighed a sigh of world-weariness untold, as if all the sadness in all the world pressed down upon him. With his head between his paws and his ears drooping sullenly, he lay down on his belly with his eyes to the beautiful, white, life-draining carpet of nothingness that blanketed the forest floor.
How could a creature already so peculiar make itself appear any odder? Yet here it was, growing more intriguing by the second, and to Desideria this strange, enigmatic creature that had strolled so nonchalantly into her life was an utter contrast to the surrounding world, for amongst the bleakness that stripped the green from the trees and caused many a bird to flee to warmer climes, it was the very embodiment of vivacity. Although its fur was somewhat bland, there was something within the creature, something that made questions want to burst from her lips; it felt like the worst of itches, desperate to be scratched. And so, she broke her silence.
“Why have you kept me alive?” Desideria croaked, her voice sore from lack of use. It had been a long time since she had been in company that she did not consider a meal.
The creature cocked its head to one side, seemingly pondering the question. As a small eternity seemed to tick by, Desideria could almost count the moments passing, as if they were the seeds of a dandelion clock being picked off, painstakingly, one by one. Madness, perhaps it is whispered the internal soliloquy that had been the she-lynx’s only companion throughout her many lonesome years, as she calculated both the advantages and many dangers that might befall one in thrall to a creature touched in the head.
“I do not keep you alive – you do that all by yourself. It is not I who keeps the heart in your chest beating away.” The creature spoke slowly and earnestly, as if each word had been chosen with the utmost care before being emitted by the rich huskiness of its voice.
Evasive, it seems. What could your game be, strange one? What could it be?
Its eyes do not avoid, and there is a sadness to him; earnest, I would say.
Shhh, fool.
The creature blinked a most questioning blink as Desideria appeared to flinch at her own internal conflict. Regaining her composure in less time than it would have taken him to blink once more, she continued to probe, looking for the juicy truth that lay beneath his deceitful hide.
“Why did you bring me in from the cold? Why did you give me food? Your clever tongue cannot deny that you did these things, so speak plainly and speak the truth.”
Puzzlement set upon the creature’s face as if the debris within the workings of his mind had been slowly picked apart, only to reveal another equally impassable obstacle beyond.
“Is it not obvious?” he replied.
No, my dear, it is not, for if I were you, I would not save me. Weak, injured and hungry I am of little threat, I do admit, yet strong and healthy I would be your match. I could kill you. I would kill you. Awake it may be a rather grand task, but when you sleep…
Desideria demonstrated her disagreement with cold silence and a stone-eyed glare. With a sigh, as if he were about to explain the ways of the world to an infant, the creature dug his way into his leafy bedding and in his gravel-laden tones began to speak.
“It is really very simple – that’s why I saw no need to explain my actions – yet as it’s an explanation that you want then an explanation you shall have.
As I walked along by the edge of the glade where I first saw you lying upon the snow, I initially thought that the Winter Reaper had already passed your way. And so, I walked towards you slowly but carefully, worried that whatever fate had befallen you might still be my own undoing. Despite my concerns it seemed ungrateful to refuse the meal that the Wythenwood had offered up to me, and so as not to incur the wrath of Great Oak I continued to the banquet laid out before me.”
A banquet is what he considers me, is it? How honest this strange one is, yet are not the tastiest of falsehoods those that are garnished with the truth? Let him think me gulled, let him drop his guard…
A banquet is what he considered me when he thought I was dead…
Then he considered, now he considers; what little difference your pedantry makes, fool. A supper we shall still become.
Suddenly aware of Desideria’s peculiar reverie, the creature paused mid-speech, and as the acute silence fell upon the lynx’s pointed ears like the cadence of a song left hanging in the air, incomplete, her eyes rolled up to meet his as a signal for him to continue.
“As I approached, I saw that, although the Ice King was indeed near – so near in fact that it was as if I could feel his frozen breath upon the back of my neck and his shadow blocking out the sun above, bleeding away even the merest hint of warmth – despite this he was still yet to lay his final bitter touch upon your cheek. And so, I thought, If I were you, I would want someone to help me, I would want someone to take pity upon me and show that little warmth that would stay the Winter Reaper’s hand. So, I did as I would want done unto myself.”
Here it is, the tasty morsel, and what a beauty it is. Even his admission that he at first saw me as a meal cannot hide such a falsehood. You’re very clever, aren’t you, my odd-looking friend? But not as clever as perhaps you think. I am not one who falls for lies or tricks, no matter how cunning they may be or how earnest they may seem.
But we fell for one before, did we not?
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DO NOT SPEAK OF THAT! ONCE IS ONCE AND NEVER AGAIN, YOU IGNORANT FOOL. IF IT WEREN’T FOR MY LEG, I WOULD TEAR OUT HIS THROAT THIS VERY INSTANT JUST SO ANOTHER WORD OF A LIE COULD NOT PASS HIS LIPS.
The creature stared at Desideria as she curled her lip and raised her hackles, before a streak of pain torpedoed up her leg, reminding her of her current state of invalidity. Then, remembering where she was and who she accompanied, she let her muscles relax once more.
“Beg my pardon, I did not mean to startle you, my friend. It is just that my leg is giving me some discomfort.” The bizarrely striped hulk of a beast blinked his earnest blink and then, in an instant, all thought of the matter appeared to pass from his face.
Now is not the time, but when I am stronger.
But how strong is he? What can this creature do? What is he capable of? You haven’t thought of that, have you? Do you really want to make an enemy of him?
He is already our enemy, fool.
“What are you? You are not like any creature I have seen before.” Desideria could barely keep the suspicion from her voice as she hissed the words, both low and soft.
“That is a question I have asked many times myself, yet it seems that the answer is not so easy to find. I eat meat, so I am not any of the creatures who forage the forest floor or chew upon plants and roots. I am not a bird for I cannot fly; I cannot climb so I am not a cat, yet I’m bigger than a dog and smaller than a bear. I have a pouch like a kangaroo, yet I cannot jump. What I am is as much a mystery to me as it is to you. What I can tell you is who I am.”
Again, it came to Desideria, that feeling of enrapture; it was as if this creature had wrought a spell around himself, a spell that shimmered like a thousand strands of spider-silk lit by the fires of a thousand stars, both delicate yet wholly captivating, ensnaring any fly foolhardy enough to venture close. Despite her reservations, despite her fears, she could not help but find herself ensnared by his song of prose, and so with the minutest of gestures, as if frightened to tear the shimmering web and break the spell, she beckoned him to continue.
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J.W. Hawkins is a writer of Dark and Epic Fantasy, best known as the author of Tales of the Wythenwood. He is noted for his florid and descriptive use language and use of fantastical allegory that mirrors the empirical world. He lives in the UK with his wife Michelle and two boys Graham and Mark.
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Monday, August 26, 2024
Now On Tour Writers of the Future Volume 40
August 26 Supernatural Central
August 26 Momma Says: To Read or Not to Read
August 26 The Creatively Green Write at Home Mom (Guest Blog)
August 27 Sapphyria's Books
August 27 The Book Junkie Reads
August 28 Lisa’s World of Books
August 28 Westveil Publishing
August 29 Serena Synn (Guest Blog)
August 29 Liliyana Shadowlyn
August 30 A Bewitching Guide to Halloween (Guest Blog)
August 30 Fang-tastic Books
September 2 Paranormalists (Guest Blog)
September 2 Roxanne’s Realm
Volume 40
L. Ron Hubbard, Nancy Kress, S. M. Stirling, Gregory Benford, Bob Eggleton, Dean Amir Agoora, James Davies, Kal M, Sky McKinnon, Jack Nash, Rosalyn Robilliard, Lance Robinson, John Eric Schleicher, Lisa Silverthorne, Stephannie Tallent, Tom Vandermolen, and Galen Westlake
Genre: Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Horror
Publisher: Galaxy Press
Date of Publication: 7 May 2024
ISBN: 978-1-61986-774-1
ASIN: 1619867745
Number of pages: 448
Cover Artist: Dan dos Santos
Tagline: The Best New SF & Fantasy of the Year
Book Description:
Experience these powerful new voices—vivid, visceral, and visionary—as they explore uncharted worlds and reveal unlimited possibilities.
This 40th anniversary edition brings you 12 strikingly original stories and illustrations―by the best new creative talent in speculative fiction, all winners of the Writers of the Future Contest (selected by some of your favorite authors in the genre). The collection is rounded out with bonus stories and articles by bestselling authors and internationally renowned artists.
Be carried away by stories—and illustrations—that will make you think, laugh, and see the world in ways you never imagined. From deep space disaster to a world where spirits walk among us, and the full spectrum in between—vivid, visceral, and visionary.
“A hopeful collection delivering, as the best sci-fi always does, a thirst for seeking out and pushing boundaries.
“An impressive 40 years since its inception, the Writers of the Future contest (originally created by L. Ron Hubbard of Battlefield Earth fame), continues to bring to the fore a plethora of exciting new talent in the world of SFF and fantasy writing.” —SciFiNow.co.uk
“See the best of the best culled for you, curated and selected in a single volume every year.” —Robert J. Sawyer
“This is where the next stars are born.” —Hugh Howey
“Excellent speculative fiction. They’re cutting edge.” —Nnedi Okorafor
"An explosion of color and life in amazing variety." —Kevin J. Anderson
You will love this original sci-fi and fantasy collection because, as Locus Magazine says, these are by “Hot new talent.”
Book Trailer:
The Wall Isn’t a Circle – WOTF 40 eBook Sampler: https://dl.bookfunnel.com/jrx34nh92s
Butter Side Down – WOTF 40 Audiobook Sampler: https://dl.bookfunnel.com/isqxcrwi3z
About the Contributors:
24 Award-winning Authors and Illustrators
3 Bonus Short Stories by L. Ron Hubbard • Nancy Kress • S. M. Stirling
Art and Writing Tips by Gregory Benford • Bob Eggleton • L. Ron Hubbard • Dean Wesley Smith
Edited by Jody Lynn Nye
Cover art by Dan dos Santos
Narrated by Jim Mesimen • Taylor Meskimen • Tamra Meskimen • Victoria Summer
Learn More About Writers of the Future
Enter the Writing Contest
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Saturday, August 17, 2024
Now On Tour Unexpected Revival by E.L. Roux #SciFiRomance
August 17 Paranormalists
August 17 Roxanne’s Realm
August 19 Other Worlds of Romance (Guest Blog)
Sci-Fi, Fantasy, and Paranormal Romances
August 19 Lisa’s World of Books
August 20 Sapphyria's Books
August 20 The Creatively Green Write at Home Mom (Guest Blog)
August 21 Westveil Publishing
August 21 The Book Junkie Reads (Interview)
August 22 Supernatural Central (Interview)
August 22 Serena Synn
August 23 Liliyana Shadowlyn
August 23 Momma Says: To Read or Not to Read
August 23 Frugal Freelancer (Review)
August 24 Fang-tastic Books
August 24 A Bewitching Guide to Halloween (Guest Blog)
Revived
Book One
E.L. Roux
Genre: Science Fiction Romance
Publisher: Wild Rose Press
Date of Publication: August 14, 2024
ISBN: 978-1-5092-5657-0
ISBN: 978-1-5092-5548-1
ASIN: B0CW1GBTCT
Number of pages: 406
Word Count: 104,934
Cover Artist: Wild Rose Press
Tagline: She wanted it all, but she’d have to save the galaxy to keep it…
Book Description:
Dying a thousand years ago was the easy part.
Stopping a planetary annihilation? That might just kill her again.
The cat-like alien blocking her exit was the first clue Shannon had that something wasn’t right. Discovering she’d was freshly thawed from cryogenic stasis was her second. When the corporation that revived her wants answers about how she played a part in the destruction of earth over a millennium ago, she's more than willing to respond. The only problem is she doesn't remember how.
He was everything she wanted, but nothing like what she was used to…
Out of balance in this new era, Shannon turns to D’lane, the other out-of-place being in her new sphere of existence. Now slightly less terrifying, the intimidated alien male is shifting from a close friend to something more. A relationship she’d be more willing to explore if he wasn’t dead set on fulfilling his destiny, at the cost of destroying everything they’d built.
She wanted it all, but she’d have to save the galaxy to keep it…
With another planetary annihilation on the horizon, it’ll take everything Shannon and D’lane have to work together and unearth new information on how to stop the impending battle. With enemies hiding everywhere, they’ll have to learn to rely on each other to survive what’s coming for them, because not everyone wants to stop the attack.
Book Trailer: https://youtu.be/ApZDSrJNBAE
E.L. Roux is a Science Fiction and Fantasy Romance author who writes about finding love in all the wrong places. E.L. uses their knowledge on everything from prosthetics to the sport of fencing, to weave together complex romances you can't put down.
E.L. Roux lives in Washington State with their artistically inclined family, an indoor street cat, and a terror of a Bosten Terrier.
Website: https://elrouxauthor.wordpress.com/
Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/csUKLD
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Thursday, August 15, 2024
Pre-Order Armored Hours by Stephanie Hansen
Cable Girls meets Peaky Blinders
meets Titanic with a hint of Outlander
Reincarnated Souls
Book One
Stephanie Hansen
Genre: Historical Mystery, Romance, Magic
Publisher: Hypothesis Books
Date of Publication: 10/15/24
Cover Artist: Fay Lane
Book Description:
The girls had forged a bond together like iron that could not be broken. Claudia, Kiersten, Lina, and Florian were on the brink of making history with their powerful feminist movement, but then they suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Alexander was a desperate bootlegger who was willing to risk it all to search for them. Not only were they in cahoots with him to help smuggle feminist contraband and forbidden booze, but Claudia had also unknowingly captivated his heart. He vowed to find them at any cost, but little did he know that their disappearance was part of a much bigger and sinister plot from the upper echelons of society.
Set in 1920s Paris of the Plains, Armored Hours is a thrilling tale of love and mystery interwoven with hints of magical realism.
#SuffragetteBootleggerLove #MatchMakingMother #LoveableRogue #DandyFriends #HistoricalMystery #HistoricalRomance #FantasyRomance #PeakyBlinders #Titanic
Monday, August 12, 2024
Happy Release Day Haunted Hotels of Michigan by Roxanne Rhoads
Haunted America Series
Roxanne Rhoads
Publisher: Arcadia Publishing
Genre: Haunted History, Travel
Release Date: August 12, 2024
ISBN-13: 9781467157858
Pages: 128
Are you brave enough to visit Michigan's most haunted hotels?
From captivating tales of lingering lumber barons to lovelorn ladies and chilling stories of murder, Michigan's hotels hold secrets that will send shivers down the spine.
Ghostly apparitions and mysterious whispers have terrified guests for years at Petoskey's Terrace Inn and The House of Ludington in Escanaba, while eerie occurrences and disembodied voices wake guests in the night at Kalamazoo's Henderson Castle Inn. Once named America's Most Haunted City, Mackinac Island has enough ghosts to keep visitors sleepless for a lifetime.
Embark on a spine-chilling journey through the Mitten State with Haunted Flint author Roxanne Rhoads as she unveils the spooky history of Michigan's most haunted hotels and inns.
Your haunted travels begin here… if you dare to check in.
Monday, July 22, 2024
Now scheduling a two-week tour for Bloodstone by H. R. Sinclair #UrbanFantasy
Now scheduling a two-week tour for Bloodstone by H. R. Sinclair
This tour will be September 9- 23 (weekdays only)I am scheduling reviews, guest blogs, interviews, and spotlight stops
review copy available through Bookfunnel
To participate in this tour please send:
Your blog name and url
A couple suggested dates during the tour
Please let me know if you wish to review
Lost Witch
Book One
H. R. Sinclair
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: H. R. Sinclair
Date of Publication: September 22, 2024
ISBN: 9798329367645
ASIN B0CTHQJJTF
Number of pages: 290
Word Count: 76k
Cover Artist: H. R. Sinclair
Tagline: Family secrets hold the key to buried magic. Her legacy awaits.
Book Description:
Katelyn Grey is a gardener in Southern California. She’s content with pruning shrubs and looking after her step-mom, the only family she has left. That is, until a lawyer shows up and tells her that her long-lost aunt died, leaving her the family home on the other side of the country.
Though Katelyn hates to travel, a weird clause in her aunt’s will forces her to visit a quaint New England seaside town. Her world changes when she discovers she’s inherited a haunted brownstone, fickle magic, and a hidden key that someone else wants. And they’re willing to kill for it.
Now, she must learn how to use magic, find the key, and figure out what it’s for before she ends up like her long-lost aunt. Dead.
About the Author:
H. R. Sinclair is a left-handed hermit prepping for the squirrel apocalypse. She was born and raised in Southern California, but now lives and works in New England. She writes fantastical stories and visits cemeteries for inspiration.
Website: https://iamhrsinclair.com/
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