Welcome back to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked! Today, Shara Lanel stops by on her blog tour for her newest (and First with Ellora's Cave!) release with a character interview and instructions for her giveaway.
I’m so excited about my first release with Ellora’s Cave: A Twisted Magick! Check out the blurb, excerpt and contest below, but first
here’s a clip of an interview with Shylah Lewis, the heroine of A Twisted Magick:
Sex Magick, You Say?
Why yes, but for the
most part Shylah Lewis has put all that behind her. Things got really dark with
her old coven, she says, especially with high priest Alain. Then there was the
murder investigation.
“It was just time to
leave,” Shylah explains. “And I don’t want anyone to know about my past.”
“What about this
occult murder here in Virginia? You can’t ignore the similarities.”
“Proximity to the
murders does not make me guilty.”
Trying a new tact.
“Tell me about Gabriel Niguel.”
“What’s to say? He’s
a PI from California sent here to be the bane of my existence.”
“He’s more than
that, admit it.”
Shylah declines to
say more, though she does get this look on her face whenever Gabe is mentioned.
Since she was fired from Smith Creek school district, she can be found in
Charlottesville, VA reading tarot, another fact she hopes to hide from the folk
of small town Smith Creek.
BLURB for A Twisted Magick by Shara Lanel:
Shylah, a small-town teacher, has put her arcane history behind her, until two students are murdered occult style. Her Wiccan religion is outed. She loses her job and deals daily with ridicule. The obvious thing would be to leave town, but she refuses—she’s innocent.
Gabriel is a PI from California dealing with his aunt’s cold shoulder. She wants him to fly to Virginia to solve his cousin’s murder, but he doesn’t have the money or the time until he breaks a big case he’s been working on. Now his cousin’s case is three months cold with one hot witchy suspect and no proof. As soon as he sees Shylah, he wants her, for a lot more than just questioning.
Gabe has the power to make Shylah’s insides melt and her judgment fade. She knows he can bring her down if he discovers the twisted magick of her past, but every time he touches her, she can’t say no. She needs to get him to see past prejudice and help her find the real killer. Together, they make magic in more ways than one.
A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave Twilight line.
A Twisted Magick Blog Tour needs a fab prize at the end, don’t you
think? How about a
$20 Amazon gift cert!
Comment on any of my blog posts during the tour, then refer to the contest page
(
http://sharalanel.com/2013/09/05/enter-to-win-amazon-gift-card/)
on my Shara blog to get
yourself entered to win! I’ll draw the winner on Nov. 1
st.
Author Bio:
Shara Lanel’s novels are always full of suspense and hot
romance, whether set on the moon or in a Mexican jungle. She resides in
Richmond, VA with a clingy dog, an action-oriented son, and a handsome hubby.
Don’t put her in the kitchen, unless you want to burn it down, and her
green-thumb is hit-or-miss, but she excels as a bibliophile, hoping she never
has to pack up and move, since her hubby might see just how many volumes she
really has.
EXCERPT from A Twisted Magick:
“I’d like
my fortune read, please.”
Shylah
startled, both from the sound of a voice where there hadn’t been one for
several minutes, and also at the familiarity. The deep, velvety voice flipped a
switch in her body, from off to on. But what was Gabe doing here? How had he
even found out about her new business? She slowly looked up, mentally squaring
her shoulders. What new tact would he try today?
He gazed
at her herbs and candles. “Got any pot in there?”
She
sighed. “Why are you here? I thought we were done talking.”
“Like I
said, I want my fortune told.”
“How did
you even find me?”
He grinned
as he pulled out the chair opposite her. “My hotel had the Richmond and
Charlottesville papers, so I saw your ad.”
“My name’s
not in my ad.”
“I have my
ways.”
That
worried her, since she didn’t want other Smith Creek residents finding out
about her side business.
She looked
up again and found him staring at her intensely. Disconcerted, she gestured for
him to sit and slid her drawings off the table and into the bag underneath. “What
sort of divination are you interested in?”
“What do
you usually do?”
“Well, I
have a crystal ball if you want the total ambience. I have the tarot or runes,
which are the most popular, or I can scry into a mirror. Do you have a specific
question in mind?”
He turned
the chair around backward and sat down. Why did men do that? “Yes, it concerns
the truth about guilt or innocence.”
Shylah
grimaced. “I think we’ll use the cards, which will give you something tangible
to look at.” She slipped the deck out of the silk bag again and handed the
oversized cards to him. “Shuffle them slowly while concentrating on your
question. But you can’t expect me to give you a reading admitting to my
supposed guilt. That would be counterproductive on my part, don’t you think?”
“I didn’t
say it was your guilt or innocence I was thinking about.”
“No?” She
lit an incense cone in a tiny brass censer. “Pull the curtain closed a bit,
okay?”
“Not all
the way?”
“I like
potential customers to know I’m in here, even if I’m giving a reading.” She
took the cards from him, grazing his fingers and wondering at the tingle she
felt. It was a schoolgirl tingle, the kind you get when you’re working with the
boy you have a crush on. She hadn’t felt that tingle since high school.
The table
was covered with a black shawl with Chinese calligraphy on it. She spread the
cards out in the classic Celtic Cross formation, and the first thing she
noticed was the death card in the future position. The death card usually meant
extreme change, not literal death, but as Shylah peered at the cards and took
in their vibrations, she realized that this card might mean literal death. Her
face froze. Who? Was Gabe going to die? She looked up into his strong face,
masculine jaw and cheekbones, kissable mouth, mahogany eyes. Once she got past
her immediate attraction—again—she thought she saw an unnatural shadow across
his face. She let her eyes un-focus so she could see it better.
It was a
skull.
“What’s
the matter? This card with the grim reaper isn’t good, is it?”
“Someone’s
going to die.”
Thanks for stopping by and happy reading! :)
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