Of Witches and Warlocks: New SNEAK PEEK and poster for COVEN: Of Witches and Demons, book 1

Sunday, March 22, 2015

New SNEAK PEEK and poster for COVEN: Of Witches and Demons, book 1

It's getting CLOSE! Are you ready for COVEN?

Here's a little SNEAK PEEK, plus preorder links and blogger ARC/Blitz sign up link. Also, this poster and some of its friends will be up for grabs during the COVEN Release Event happening April 18 in The Royal Court of the Queens of Romance on Facebook. This event is open to all, so feel free to come join the group and partake of other prizes and games happening in the meantime!

EXCERPT (Unedited):

Leaving my room, I stepped out into the hallway, looking both ways before stopping to stare at the open door to the attic. Goose bumps flared across my skin as I distinctly remembered closing the door after Seth and I had explored it. I was pretty sure no one had been up there since.

As if manipulated, my feet turned and moved toward the dark staircase, my heart pounding in my chest with every step. I briefly thought I should call my parents and have them come check with me, but when I tried to stop or open my mouth it was as if I had no control over myself.

Treading lightly, I made my way soundlessly up the wooden stairs, pausing at the top and looking around.

Moonlight filtered dimly into the space from the lace-covered windows, showing the area to look exactly as it had before, except the lid on the trunk I’d gone through was still open. I couldn’t remember if I closed it or not, but went to take care of it anyway.
Kneeling beside it, I brushed my hand lovingly over the fine, beautiful fabric of the dresses near the top. Again, I wondered whom they might have belonged to.

Skin prickling, I immediately had the feeling I was not alone. To my left was a soft stirring of light above my head and I gasped, shrinking away from it.

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” A musical female voice, with what I thought might be an Irish lilt, filled the air. “When I saw them I wished I could try them on.”

I was shaking. “Who’s there?” I called out in a harsh whisper, my mouth feeling dry.
Slowly, the light beside me began to grow brighter as it lengthened, until the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen—or rather her ghost—was standing before me.

Looking over her, I noted that she dissolved away into nothingness near her feet, and she was clearly see-through. But none of that did anything to diminish her looks.

“Who are you?” Even as I took in her white blonde hair, porcelain features and pale full lips, I was shaking. I’d never seen a ghost before, and to be honest, I hadn’t even really known if they actually existed. If there was one thing being a witch had taught me, though, it was to always have an open mind when it came to all things magical or otherworldly. I waited with bated breath...

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