I'm ecstatic to announce The Witch's Thief is now available in PAPERBACK! My very first book in print! I hadn't been expecting this. During the months of edits, I assumed the word count wasn't high enough for my publisher to choose this story as one of their printed editions. And I was okay with that.
I love having my stories available as ebooks. After all, I believe my books reach a large market with everything going digital these days. But, to have a book I wrote and actually hold it in my hands...that is an experience I've been waiting for since I was a little girl! To say I'm excited is an understatement! I am beyond thrilled!
Okay, enough of me!
The print edition of The Witch's Thief is available at The Wild Rose Press and Amazon. The Kindle version is currently available now, but the world-wide-release of the ebook version won't hit vendors until February 2014. I'm trying to be patient!
A little about the book:
To save her sister’s life, Julia Grey seeks a spell hidden somewhere
within Merriweather Manor. Her position as a lady's companion affords
her the freedom to search the house. But time is running out. The
necromancer she's bargained with is growing impatient. And an unexpected
appearance of a man from her past makes matters worse in an already
Basil Merriweather returns to England after ten years abroad to
discover his childhood sweetheart living in his home. But, he's no
longer the carefree man of his youth and she's hiding something--deadly
secrets Basil vows to uncover even as he hides a dark secret of his own.
While neither Basil nor Julia will trust in the other, their hearts
speak a truer language. In a grand attempt to save Julia's sister and
Basil's life, the two must finally confess sinister truths. Will their
admissions help or hinder any future they may have together? Or will the
necromancer destroy all in a vile attempt at revenge.
Page Count: 194
Word Count: 47573
"What are you doing?"
He ignored her frantic questioning. Instead, he blocked out the sound
of her voice and raised his arms into the air at his sides, his fingers
splayed out as he extended his senses to scan the area. His power eased
out, like extensions of his fingertips, stretching into the corners of
the room, seeking, searching for the source of the magic he sensed.
It was here. Somewhere.
He had sensed it earlier on his arrival, but being that his aunt and
siblings practiced magic on a regular basis he'd never given it a second
This room, however, stank with it. He smelled the odor, something strangely like sulfur...
"A spell has been cast in this room," he muttered. A strange spell.
Odd. A spell he'd never sensed before, something new. It felt off in
some way he couldn't explain. Who would be working new magic of this
kind in his home? And, in this room in particular. Aunt Petunia worked
her spells in the privacy of her rooms upstairs, or sometimes in the
gardens, but never in this room. And his siblings each practiced in
their own private settings, places where they could concentrate without
the threat of being disturbed.
He took a step closer to the center of the room where he sensed a surge
of power. He shivered as coldness seeped into his skin. It wrapped
around his arm, sinking into his flesh, right down to the bone.
The magic in his house was always full of warmth and gentleness.
Goodness and love. This magic chilled him to the bone. His heart skipped
a beat. There was fear, terror, pain.
This spell was full of darkness.