The Witching Hour Collection Continues: Elizabeth Watasin's The Wrecking Faerie now available!

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Novel Blurb:

The Twilight World: where monsters and magical people meet. Teen witch Bunny has a perfectly wicked girlfriend in vampire biker Dean, until a dark faerie comes along. Can Bunny resist Fairer Than's charms? And when she does, what will Fairer Than do about it? Paranormal romance, fantasy, comedy. LGBT YA. 

ON the very edges of the unknown lies the Twilight World, where the town of Little Salem teems with hot rods, ghouls, and devil girls. 

Meet magical witch girl Bunny, a good teen witch happily attending Haunt High, drinking milkshakes at Shivers, and dancing her midnights away at cemetery spook fetes. Vampire Dean is her perfect greaser girlfriend, but beyond hot rods and motorcycles lies something more in the Enchanting Forest: faeries. And even among such ancient denizens, they've someone to fear: the notorious heart breaker and home wrecker, the dark faerie, Fairer Than.
Fairer Than: gorgeous, red-haired, stronger than a faerie ought to be, and smoldering in more ways than one. Her reputation has Daughters of the Faerie Court flee before her wake lest they fall for her charms.
And when Fairer Than comes to Little Salem, she just happens to notice Bunny.


Beat it, dematerialize!” Bunny incanted, incensed. Nix and Pix disappeared in a puff of sparkling smoke. Two more shrieks sounded over the water.
“Ha!” Bunny said, and snapped her fingers. Sending teasing girls into the lake might be over-kill, but Bunny had learned one thing fast and early while growing up in Little Salem: it was best to show Other-beings that she wasn’t a human to push around. She stepped to return to the campground.
“Lovely trick, from a lovely witch,” a woman said behind her. The rich tone was deep and sultry.
Beat it,” Bunny said, raising her wand. She turned.
Her incantation died on her lips. A tall faerie stood before her, leaning a forearm on a tree. Her thick, red tresses were dotted with tiny white flowers, the locks gathered and held by one gold ring. Her curvaceous body was clad in a deep green kirtle with a brief bodice, loosely laced over her breasts. The kirtle’s straps had fallen from her broad shoulders and hung, ragged. One draped a gold armband circling a bicep. Old-gold medallions and large, sharp teeth made up the faerie’s heavy girdle, and beneath her skirt’s rough hem, her bare toes poked. The faerie stepped away from the tree.
“I’m Fairer Than,” she said.
“I’m…Bunny.” Fairer Than approached, and Bunny could think of nothing else to say. As the faerie neared, the green irises of her heavy-lidded gaze became evident, and her pouty-lipped mouth curled into a smile.
“Charmed,” she said.

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An Interview with Elizabeth:

  1. It's almost Halloween! What's your favorite witch movie or novel?: There are so many cool witches! Okay, hands down, Lady Jessica from Herbert’s Dune. The Bene Gesserit are cool; “fear is the mind killer.” Then Kim Novak in Bell, Book, and Candle, Marvel Comics’ Enchantress, Kiki from Kiki’s Delivery Service, the witches of the Oz books, and the witches of mythology and fairytales like Circe and Snow White’s evil queen. 
  2. What was the inspiration for your witch novella?: Charm School started out as a comic book, and I wanted to write and draw a romantic teen witch who went to soda shops, dressed in pencil skirts, and had a wonderful greaser vampire girlfriend. The inspiration was part Sabrina the Witch from the Archie comics, though more like Betty and Veronica mashed with the movieGrease, starring John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John.
  3. Tell us about your main character: white witch, dark witch, or something in-between?: Bunny Baker is a good teen witch, and in the tropes tradition, she’s as blonde as Marilyn Monroe and just as sweet and sexy. She makes a great contrast to the demons, devils, monsters, and were creatures who live in Little Salem, her hometown in the Twilight World. And what’s fun inWrecking Faerie is that poor Bunny’s goodness is challenged when faced with the temptation of a drop dead, gorgeous dark faerie, Fairer Than.
  4. Cast your characters. If your novella was made into a movie, who would play your main characters?: Boy, readers kicked that question around ages ago back when Charm School was a comic book. At the time, Drew Barrymore was doing sweet movies and readers wrote in saying she should play Bunny. I’d always thought of Bunny as Marilyn Monroe’s love child, hidden away in a magical world. Fairer Than’s attitudes and body were based off vintage bombshells, like Jane Russell with a young Sherilyn Fenn’s darkness and sexiness mixed in. Dean was John Travolta and Jenny Shimizu.
  5. Do you believe in magic?: Heck yes. As Arthur C Clarke once said, “any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic." The universe is amazing, and having awe, wonder, and belief in impossible things will reveal mysteries to us.
  6. What else should we know about your novella? Wrecking Faerie is the first in the novelizations of Charm School, the comic books series. The second book, upcoming, is Hot Roddin’ To Hell, and I’m not kidding that the fans have been waiting years for the last comic book story arc to conclude. I never got around to drawing it. That will happen in Hot Roddin’. After that will be a novella featuring Fairer Than, and that one’s close to done: Body Chase. So stay tuned and enjoy!

About the Author:
Elizabeth Watasin is the author of the Gothic steampunk series The Dark Victorian, The Elle Black Penny Dreads, the sci-fi noir Darquepunk series, and the creator/artist of the indie comics series Charm School, which was nominated for a Gaylactic Spectrum Award. A twenty year veteran of animation and comics, she lives in Los Angeles with her black cat named Draw, busy bringing readers uncanny heroines in adventuress tales.
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Witch Wood Release Day!

Thursday, October 1, 2015

The Harvesting Series just added another book baby! Ready to meet Amelia? Witch Wood is live and now available!

Harm none, and be ready for zombies.

In the little town of Brighton, Amelia’s practice of Wicca marks her as a curiosity both at home and at school. But Amelia can’t change what she is. Knowing how to see auras, heal, and cast spells comes naturally to her. Only Madame Knightly, the ancient matriarch and owner of Witch Wood Estate, to whom Amelia plays caretaker, doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, the crumbling old mansion is full of oddities.

However, when modern treatments fail to make a dent in the flu outbreak sweeping the globe, those who once ridiculed her white witchcraft turn to Amelia for help. While her eucalyptus tinctures prove no more effective than western medicine, her spell-casting is another matter. The residents of Brighton soon depend on the very magic they once ridiculed to save their lives.

Witch Wood is part of The Witching Hour Collection, a collection of witch themed books releasing all October. For fun, the authors put together a little interview about the book. Here was my interview!

Author Interview:

1.      It's almost Halloween! What's your favorite witch movie or novel?

I like my witches a little old fashioned. I would start with The Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley to see the roots of the modern pagan movement. In terms of movies, I would definitely avoid seeing “The Blair Witch Project” again because I totally puked my guts out midway through that cult classic, but I like something light like “Practical Magic” as well.

2.      What was the inspiration for your witch novella?

The Harvesting Series is a genre mashup. It begins like a classic zombie horror story then the series begins to slowly reveal that there are other supernatural forces in our world…vampires, fey shifters, and so on. These dark forces have been trying to exterminate us for eons, and they finally discovered a way by causing a virus that turned mankind into zombies. Along the way, some people with special powers emerge…a medium, a tarot reader, and in this novella, a white witch named Amelia. Mankind is about to make their last stand, and they are going to need Amelia’s help.

3.      Tell us about your main character: white witch, dark witch, or something in-between?

Amelia is a Wiccan, a white witch. She’s someone who has a special gift. She can see, and heal, people’s energy, their auras. She’s also not bad at casting spells and doing herb work. Her special talents have always set her on the outskirts in the past, but that’s about to change.

4.      Cast your characters. If your novella was made into a movie, who would play your main characters?

For fun, check out the image graphic I made!

5.      Do you believe in magic? 

Yes, I do. I do believe people have the ability to use energy to influence their environments in positive or negative ways. 

6.      What else should we know about your novella?

This novella is a tie-in for my larger series, but it hold its own as a stand-alone. We will see Amelia face the early days of the outbreak and how she and her friends handle that situation. There is an epilogue at the end of the novella that features characters from the main series, so if that strikes your fancy, check out The Harvesting after you read Witch Wood to get started!
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Cover Reveal: Chaser by Staci Hart

Monday, September 28, 2015


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Everyone knows you should never say never.

Cooper Moore never saw Maggie Williams coming. She was just his best friend’s little sister, the curly-haired, freckle-faced girl from Mississippi who was absolutely off limits. And he never thought about her any other way — not until he saw her that night, broken and brave. From that moment on, he knew he’d do whatever it took to protect her, even if it meant he had to stay away.
Maggie never expected to find her fiancĂ© banging her maid of honor an hour before she was set to walk down the aisle, but life’s funny that way. The only option to save her sanity is to get the hell out of Jackson and move to New York where her brother lives. The only downside: Cooper is there too. And she just doesn’t know if she can stay away from him — the filthy rich, dead sexy playboy who’s allergic to commitment.
The second Maggie sees him again, she realizes he’ll be impossible to resist. Luckily, commitment is the last thing on her mind, and Cooper is the perfect escape. As long as she can keep her heart in check, everything will be just fine. Because she can never have feelings for him. Or at least that’s what she’ll keep telling herself.
Chaser is a standalone romantic comedy and book 2 of the Bad Habits series.
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Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life -- a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can't forget that. She's also been a mom; she has three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She's been a wife; even though she's certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She's also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she's been drinking whiskey. Her favorite word starts with f and ends with k.
From roots in Houston, to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she's not writing, she's sleeping, gaming, or designing graphics.
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Release Day Blitz! Never Say Never by Emily Goodwin

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Title: Never Say Never
Author: Emily Goodwin
Genre: Full length, stand-alone contemporary romance
Release Date: September 28, 2015
My life was full of nevers.
It was never supposed to go this way. I was never supposed to lose Mom so soon. I was never supposed to worry about making ends meet, to worry about losing the farm. I never thought I’d be working a job I hate, with a boss who was more interested in what was under my shirt than in my head. Saving neglected and abused horses had been my whole life. It was my reprieve, my sanity, my last saving grace in a cruel world. I never thought I’d grow to resent it, but I guess there is a first for everything.
Then I met him.
The Hollywood playboy. The entitled, cocky asshole that I can’t get out of my head. I never thought there could be more to him than sex appeal and an infamous reputation of loving and leaving. I never thought I’d fall for him, put my heart on the line, and risk letting him completely destroy me.
But you know what they tell you…never say never.
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A tear rolls down her cheek and she bites her lip, trying not to cry. Then her face breaks and her shoulders slump forward. I stand there, shaking, terrified of the raw emotion. My heart breaks for her and I rush forward, wrapping her in my arms as she sobs. It’s beautiful and it’s tragic, and in that moment, I’ve never felt anything more real. The pain. The sorrow. Her loss. The darkness I try to hard to keep out, that I fight tooth and nail but can never fully avoid. I hold her and feel it all. It swarms around me, filling me, hurting me, opening my eyes. I realize everything I’ve done to desperately hold it together slowly chipped away at me until there was nothing left, nothing but a shell of a man with an empty heart that I never though was capable of feeling anything but hurt. A heart I thought was never worthy of a second chance, was never capable of redemption. It’s then that I realize I never, ever want to let her go. And it’s crazy, because I don’t know her—really know her—but there is something so intimate about holding someone as they cry. It exposes so much, and you can’t hold back as the tears fall and the sadness comes out in waves. I feel my own eyes mist over. I close them and cradle Haley close to me. “There’s nothing wrong with you,” I tell her. “I promise you that.” “Look at me,” she repeats. “Have you ever had a date end this way?” “Our date didn’t even start,” I say. “And hey, you didn’t go crazy and shave your head, so I say you’re doing all right.” She laughs, and her arms slowly wrap around me. Something inside me relaxes. I sit and pull her onto my lap and we stay there in silence for a few minutes. Gently, I push her hair out of her face. “Want that drink now?” She laughs again and nods. “I need that drink now.” She stands up and wipes her eyes, smearing her makeup across her cheeks. “And really, I won’t hold it against you or call the tabloids on you if you drop me off at home and call it a night.” Tabloids? The word is jarring. For a few minutes I was the real Aiden again…and I didn’t mind. “It’s up to you, Haley. I’m not mad or upset, so don’t worry. I don’t like seeing you sad, and if you’d like, I want to try and cheer you up.” “I’d like that.” I stand and drape my arm around her. “Are you hungry? I can go get the food.” “I am. And thanks, Aiden. I…I don’t know.” “What?” I probe. “I’m surprised by your kindness.” “Ouch,” I say with a chuckle. “Thanks?” She smiles and takes a step toward the restaurant. “Hey, you can’t really blame me, can you?” I can’t, because I’ve fooled the world—and at times, myself—about who I really am. The partying, the women, the excessive spending, and run-ins with the American law…okay, so maybe I had a reputation. “No, I can’t. But I’m glad I surprised you.”  

About the Author

Emily Goodwin is the author of the twice banned dark romance, STAY, as well as over a dozen other titles. Emily writes all types of romance, from love stories set in the zombie apocalypse to contemporary romances taking place on a western horse ranch. Emily lives in Indiana with her husband, children, and many pets, including a German Shepherd named Vader. When she isn't writing, Emily can be found riding her horses, designing and making costumes, and sitting outside
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Witch Wood Chapter 1 Sneak Peek

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Hi everyone,

I'm happy to share with you a sneak peek of my upcoming novella, Witch Wood! Witch Wood is a Harvesting Series tie-in, much like Midway. But a shashka-toting someone may turn up in this novella. I'm excited for everyone to meet the newest characters in the series and my heroine, Amelia.

Harm none, and be ready for zombies.

In the little town of Brighton, Amelia’s practice of Wicca marks her as a curiosity both at home and at school. But Amelia can’t change what she is. Knowing how to see auras, heal, and cast spells comes naturally to her. Only Madame Knightly, the ancient matriarch and owner of Witch Wood Estate, to whom Amelia plays caretaker, doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, the crumbling old mansion is full of oddities.

However, when modern treatments fail to make a dent in the flu outbreak sweeping the globe, those who once ridiculed her white witchcraft turn to Amelia for help. While her eucalyptus tinctures prove no more effective than western medicine, her spell-casting is another matter. The residents of Brighton soon depend on the very magic they once ridiculed to save their lives
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The aura around Mrs. Delaney had faded from vibrant green to dull, sludge-colored green-brown as the last class of the day wore down to its end. Despite the fact she was still standing at the blackboard lecturing, a patient smile on her face, her energy told another tale: she was about to drop. She turned and jotted some notes on the board. I noticed that the chalk tray had left a white line of chalk across the back of her black skirt in a none-too-flattering spot. I hoped the boys wouldn’t notice.
“Witch,” a whisper came from behind me. “Amelia…hey, witchy woman.”
Nate must have gotten bored. Instead of just texting like everyone else, he was about to launch into his tired barrage. I ignored him, hoping it would dissuade him, but pretending he didn’t exist rarely phased him. He was the glowing center of his own universe. Other people’s perceptions didn’t matter to him.
“Ah-meel-ya,” he chanted. “Witch, why don’t you let me put some sex in your hex.”
I looked at Zoey who was sitting beside me in the next row and rolled my eyes.
I was so over with this day. With half the class out sick, Nate—hipster extraordinaire and total douche—was running low on girls to hit on. Jenna and Sam, who sat behind Zoey and me, usually acted as a buffer. For some reason I never understood, they both liked Nate’s attention. But they were both absent. If I didn’t know it would come back on me tenfold, I’d cast a spell to silence his disgusting mouth. But I was a good witch, Glinda without the bubble, and I had no business casting hexes.
“Rhyming? I didn’t know you were that smart, Nate,” Zoey, who was less patient than me, shot back.
“Logan, you smell fish?” Nate whispered to Logan who sat beside him. “Zoey, close your legs.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at Logan. A newcomer, Logan had moved to Brighton at the beginning of the year. I could see him and the soft purple and indigo glow that always surrounded him.
Logan shifted uncomfortably then frowned at Nate. “Don’t be a dick. Sorry, Zoey. Nate doesn’t have any manners.”
Nate laughed. “Whatever. Oh, Edward Cullen, you’re such a gentleman,” Nate teased him. “Like Zoey and Amelia even matter.”
Since he first started school, Logan had always lingered on the outskirts of Nate’s tribe. It seemed that he wasn’t actually a jerk like Nate and his friends. And then there was the other thing about him that set him apart. He was an A student, too busy actually paying attention to what Mrs. Delaney had to say in class to be a jerk. And today, Mrs. Delaney’s lecture focused on Shakespeare’s Macbeth.
I scanned around the classroom. Of the less than a dozen students in class, half of them were on their phones. Mrs. Delaney was explaining—mainly to the board at this point—the meaning of the witches’ chant in the play.
“Hey, Amelia, can you brew me a love potion to get Jenna to suck me off?” Nate whispered.
“Could you be any more disrespectful?” Logan chided just as Mrs. Delaney, who’d finally had enough, turned and faced the class.
“In the back…shush. Now, someone tell me, which goddess is said to have been insulted by this play? Anyone actually paying attention? Which goddess cursed Shakespeare’s work?”
I glanced back at Logan through my long, wheat-colored hair. Most days we would race to be the first to answer but not today. The last thing I wanted to do was draw more attention to the fact that I knew about witchcraft. While I’d been practicing Wicca since I was thirteen, the year I stumbled across a used copy of Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner by Scott Cunningham in a used bookstore, I’d always been different. Being Wiccan meant promoting peace, protecting my environment, and feeling at one with the Great Mother. The idiot behind me, however, didn’t know the difference between a devil worshipper—which I was not—and Samantha from Bewitched. And I wasn’t in the mood to explain to him that I only performed good magic, earth and healing magic.
“Zoey?” Mrs. Delaney called.
“Sorry, Mrs. D. I zoned.”
“Of course. Amelia?”
“I…” I began, then glanced up at her. Mrs. Delaney was, by far, my favorite teacher. In the ninth grade, she’d introduced me to Madame Knightly, the owner of Witch Wood Estate, whom I took care of three nights a week and on weekends. I was eternally grateful for the job. I’d already stashed away enough cash to pay for my first year of college. Just the week before, I’d gotten my invite to Claddagh-Basel College for an admission interview. It was really happening. I was going to study Psychology at one of the best schools in the country. And all that had happened because Mrs. Delaney, who kept crystals on her desk and wore a medicine bag around her neck, had seen something in me that the others had ignored. “Hecate,” I said then. “Hecate is the dark goddess named in the play. The editor’s notes said that Shakespeare got the Weird Sisters’ chant from a real witch and that Hecate cursed the play because of it. Some productions remove Hecate just to get rid of the jinx.”
“Exactly. Well done,” she said with a smile then glanced up at the clock. My eyes followed hers.
Thank the Goddess, the day was done.
“All right, class. Please review King’s essay on the use of symbolism in the play and compose a two-page summary.”
“You’re kidding, right? School’s gonna be closed next week,” Brant, a football player, grumbled from the front row—where his coach had mandated he sit.
“Are you really asking me that?” Mrs. Delaney replied, frowning at him. I could see her aura growing even darker, sadder. She really needed to get out of here. “Thus far, they haven’t announced a closure for Monday. Yes, we’re the last school in the county still open. But still, read, write. It won’t hurt you.”
A moment later, the bell rang.
“Whatever,” Brant grumbled under his breath then headed out the door.
“Let’s get out of here,” Zoey said. Rising, she stuffed her book into her backpack.
Nate pushed past. “Sorry,” he said as he pretended to trip, banging his crotch against Zoey’s butt.
“Screw you, Nate. Do that again, and I’ll have Amelia cast a spell to rot it off,” Zoey warned him.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Freaks,” Nate said, glaring from Zoey to me, but I couldn’t help but see the look of fear cross his eyes. He wasn’t sure if I could really do something like that. In the end, it was better that he didn’t know I would never, ever practice dark magic. Harm none and do as you will, that is the motto of Wiccans. I wasn’t looking for trouble to come back to me.
I dug into my bag. “Almost forgot,” I said, handing Zoey as small, amber-colored vial.
“What’s this?” she asked, looking at the bottle.
“Eucalyptus and rosemary oil,” I replied. “Put it in your bath or on a cloth to inhale it. It helps keep your respiratory system clear. Should help ward off the cold going around.”
“Thanks,” she said, opening the bottle to take a sniff. “Ooh, my nose is burning.” She giggled.
Logan walked up behind Zoey and me. “Hey, Amelia…you’re organizing the Halloween dance?” he asked.
His dark hair fell over his black-rimmed glasses. He pushed it back then paused to arrange his scarf inside his heavy winter pea coat. For autumn, it was terribly cold and the reports of flu were already out of control. No wonder he was bundled up. His honey-colored eyes crinkled in the corners when he smiled at me. My knees went soft.
“Uh, yeah. We’ve just started planning. We’re still working on a theme.”
“Ms. Flynn says I need another extracurricular. Mind if I help?”
“If you want,” I replied, trying to play it cool when inside I was screaming like a tween at a Justin Bieber concert. “The next meeting is Tuesday at six. We meet down at Studio,” I said, referring to the local coffee bar where Zoey worked. When I wasn’t at Witch Wood, I spent all my time there, especially when Mom was at work. The last thing I wanted was to be penned up at home with my stepdad, Larry.
“Great. I’ll be there,” he replied then looked at the vial Zoey was holding. “So, a white witch? For real?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yeah, I know, it’s weird, but, it’s just, you know…” I said, trailing off. It’s just what, Amelia? You’re a witch. Own it.
Logan raised an eyebrow at me.
“Yes, I’m a white witch. I do healing and stuff. All-natural lifestyle. That kind of thing.”
“Dude?” Nate called to Logan from the door.
Logan grinned at me. “You do protection spells? I need one. My sister got that flu. She was puking all night, and I hate being sick.”
“I do,” I said then arched an eyebrow at him. “You really want me to—“
“Go for it. Please.”
“Okay then. This will just take a minute.” I closed my eyes, inhaled deeply, and then tried to envision the energy field, the aura, surrounding him. I envisioned white light passing from me to him, surrounding him with a glowing white energy that would protect him. With my mind’s eye, I inscribed this light with a protection rune that glowed with glimmering blue light. In my mind, I chanted:
“Goddess Mother, may this light protect him from all harm.
May this light keep away all illness.
May this light keep him safe from darkness.
May this light bring him peace.
So mote it be.
With thanks, I pray thee.”
I exhaled then opened my eyes. I could still see the white light shimmering all around him. “Done,” I said then smiled.
Logan grinned. “That easy? Cool. I feel much safer now. Thanks, Amelia. See you next week,” he said then headed toward the door.
“What were you doing?” Nate asked Logan.
Logan shrugged off the question, not answering, and they headed down the hall.
“God, I’m crushing on him so hard right now. That was awesome. You should have seen how he was looking at you. Lu-st!” she said, emphasizing the last word in sing-song. “But I don’t get it. Why in the hell does he hang around with Nate?” Zoey asked as she pulled her long black and mermaid blue tresses out of the back of her jacket. They tumbled down her back to her waist.
“Their parents are connected or something,” I replied. “Brianna and Brian said their dads work together. And he’s new. He doesn’t know better yet. You heard him call Nate out. He’s not like them.”
“Well, he’s definitely into you,” Zoey said as we moved toward the door.
“Na. I’m just a curiosity.”
“Did you even register what just happened? All guys secretly dig the weird girls, but I think Logan actually likes you.”
“You think?” My heart slammed in my chest.
“Guess you’ll find out Tuesday.”
“So mote it be,” I said with a wink.

Ready for Witch Wood? The novella is part of another one of our multi-author collections. A group of gifted authors and I have got together to bring you The Witching Hour Collection!

Witch Wood releases October 1st but it's available for pre-order now!

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