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Suddenly Sorceress Giveaway: Dragon Meets Witch… and a Skunk?

Suddenly Sorceress


Today Erica Lucke Dean is visiting my blog with her witch, Ivie, from her latest paranormal release Suddenly Sorceress. I’ve brought along my dragon, Rhypez, to meet Ivie. Hey, Rhypez, our visitors are here!

‘Ivie is my name, magic is my game. It’s lovely to meet you, Mr.Rhypez. Though, truth be told, I’m new at this whole ‘magic’ thing. Up until very recently I didn’t believe in such things. Then one day, poof, my ex is a skunk. Speaking of stinky… your breath is a little off putting. Is that brimstone and virgin bones I smell?’

Rhypez yawned, revealing a veritable array of yellowing teeth. With one claw, he dislodged something from between two and flicked it away. ‘Brimstone keeps the teeth clean, but virgins are so passé… Witches, on the other hand, witches are interesting. Magic’s an old friend of mine, but how are you and your new friend getting along, Miss Witch?’ He exhaled in a huge gust, and tongues of flame played across the floor. 

‘When you say interesting, you don’t mean delicious do you?  Because I’m fairly certain I don’t have enough meat on my bones for a big strong dragon like you. In fact… stop growling I’m trying to concentrate here… huh… still a dragon. Didn’t you feel anything just then? Maybe the urge to bark? Guess I need more practice.’

‘That was a laugh, not a growl. Would you like to hear a growl? But you should know, Miss Witch, dragons are immune to most forms of magic – something it might be wise to know about someone before you try to turn them into a dog. Come closer, and we can… discuss… why witches are interesting.’

‘I’m not surprised to find out dragons are immune to magic… that seems to happen to me a lot. When I turned my jerk of an ex fiancé into a skunk it was an accident.  And don’t even ask about turning him back. I couldn’t do that if I tried. I did turn him into a snake once… dragons are really just snakes with feet and spicy breath, right? Hey, keep those paws to yourself. Anyone ever tell you you need a manicure? Or is that a dragicure? Ah, I slay myself.’ 

‘Did you just call me a snake?’ In the act of poking Ivie again, Rhypez withdrew his claw and rattled his wings. He huffed out a hot, gusty breath, eyes glittering. ‘How about we agree you don’t call me a snake again. But tell me about this skunk. I maydeign to be amused.’

‘You do have those same snakey eyes…but fine. Stow your fire breath. As for my ex… I knew the guy was a stinker long before he was a…you know…a stinker. And seriously, he had it coming. He came home drunk and proceeded to break up with me, asking for my engagement ring back so he could give it to someone else! Who does this? A skunk. That’s who. Well, that’s how I found out I was a witch.’ Ivie gave the dragon a one shoulder shrug. ‘One minute he was a dude with bad decision making skills and the next he was Pepe Le Pew.’ 

Rhypez’s flanks heaved with suppressed laughter, and a tongue of flame escaped his jaws. ‘A skunk! I love it. You should practice turning yourself into a dragon. Then think of all the nasty things you can do to men who deserve it…’

Ivie suppressed a shudder. A dragon? The goat was suddenly looking positively civilized. ‘What exactly do dragons do?’ Her mother’s words came back to her…what if her face froze like that? ‘Never mind. I think I’ll pass. I’m not even doing that great of a job as a witch.’

‘Do? Well… whatever we want. Who’s going to tell us no? But really, we’re not all that bad. Well, most of us. No eating people, not even virgins or witches. No randomly flaming people. I mean, we can, but why would you want to? No piles of gold – ugh, do you know how uncomfortable it is to sleep on a great, ugly heap of gold? And you can’t eat it, neither. But you can fly. And – aren’t I beautiful?’ He struck a pose, head high and wings upraised, revealing a glittering gold underside.

‘That isn’t real gold is it?’ Ivie gaped at the dragon’s shiny underside. ‘I could conjure up my own gold if I wanted it. I mean, not that I do, because I don’t. I’m not the materialistic sort.’ She fidgeted where she stood. ‘But what I would like to do is fly. I have this pesky little fear of heights, you see. I’m not sure if witches really fly around on broomsticks, but if they do, I’m not sure I’m cut out for that. But you have lovely wings. So I assume you can fly. I don’t suppose you could… maybe… teach me?’

Rhypez preened. ‘No, no, not gold, how ghastly uncomfortable would that be. Just my own hide. As for flying… well. You seem a nice enough sort, for a witch. Although I suppose being a witch still puts you a cut above the average human. I could maybe… take you for a spin? If you fancy?’ He proffered a leg, almost shy. 

‘Hmm.’ Ivie scratched her head. ‘I’ve ridden a magician before, but never a dragon. Is there anything I should know before I…um…mount you?’ She giggled. ‘Do I need a helmet? Or a jacket? I’ve noticed your heat all blows out the front. And what about those scales? Are they slippery? I won’t fall off will I. You do have seat belts, right? And what about gas…I hope you have enough gas to get us to where we’re going.’ Ivie giggled again, thinking about dragon gas. What if he licked his…errr…dragon balls and burped. Would he set his own ass on fire? ‘You know, as much as I’d love to fly around the town on the back of a sexy dragon such as yourself. I think I’ll pass. My magician is probably waiting up for me. And I have a whole list of people to turn into woodland creatures. And I’m sure you have a donkey to woo. So I’m going to thank you for a lovely evening and bid you goodnight. Don’t be a stranger.’ Ivie held out a hand and waited for the dragon to shake it.

‘Hmph.’ Rhypez stared at her hand. ‘Gas. Scales. Seat belts! Donkeys?’ His scaly brow wrinkled in perplexity. ‘ Perhaps it’s for the best, then.’ He extended one great claw and allowed Ivie to take hold of the tip. With great care, he shook. ‘Oops, sorry.’ He caught her and righted her before she fell. ‘Come visit when you figure out how to make that broomstick fly.’ 
 

Thanks so much to Erica and Ivie for dropping by to visit us! If you’d like to know more about Ivie and Suddenly Sorceress, check out the excerpt below or otherwise buy the book! Don’t forget to enter the giveaway too.
 
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Excerpt  from Suddenly Sorceress




Prologue

“You’re too sexy, my ass!” I tried to tune out the Right Said Fred ringtone as I fished my fiancé’s cell phone from the pocket of his discarded Dockers. I glared at the flashing caller ID. “You just don’t give up, do you?”
That was lucky number thirteen. Thirteen missed calls in the span of an hour. Thirteen calls he was unable to answer.
Because of me.
After pressing ignore onemore time, I shoved the phone back into the pocket where it belonged, hoping it would muffle the sound somewhat. I didn’t know why I didn’t just turn off the damn thing. I’d endured his ridiculous ring tone more times than anyone should have to, obviously determined to punish myself. Between the maddening song and the horrible smell, I certainly felt punished. Even if it wasn’t nearly enough.
Way down deep in my bones, I knew my life had been forever changed. Even if I could somehow fix things—put them back to normal—nothing would be the same again. Not ever.
Swallowing against the crystal ball-sized lump in my throat, I dropped Matt’s pants where I’d found them, along with his shirt, his boxers, and his shoes, and I collapsed onto the rumpled blankets on the bed.
That sort of thing didn’t happen in the real world. Only small children or crazy people believed in… no, I refused to even think the word, let alone say it. It’s impossible. But I’d seen it with my own eyes, and whatever it was, it definitely wasn’t normal.
My scruffy housecat made another frantic orbit around my feet as the phone sounded again, the self-centered lyrics looping, making me cringe. Apparently, he’d also grown weary of the tune.
If only I could say the choice of ring tone was ironic, a product of his wry sense of humor. But he didn’t have much of a sense of humor. Matthew Green was exactlythat arrogant. Despite every despicable thing he’d done to me, every insult, lie, and betrayal that had led us there, I truly wished Matt could answer his stupid phone himself. Unfortunately, wishing didn’t seem to be on my side that morning.
Stifling a groan, I pulled myself from the warmth of the bed to dig the phone out of Matt’s pocket again. Geez, persistent much? With a deep, cleansing breath, I mashed down the button to accept the call.
“Matt! Where are you?” Matt’s receptionist, Ginger, snapped before I had a chance to say hello. “Friday’s your busiest day. Do you have any idea what time it is? You’ve already missed two appointments.”
Even without caller ID, I would have recognized her breathy Betty Boop voice. She sounded as though she’d been sucking helium all morning. I didn’t know her well, but I suspected she was banging my fiancé.
“We’ll be lucky if there’s enough time for a quickie before the next patient arrives,” she continued in a whisper.
Yep… definitely banging him.
“And another thing.” Her sweet baby voice morphed into a feral growl. “Candy’s been standing outside your office all morning. I thought you said you were done with her? I’m not kidding, Matt, if I find out you’re still screwing her, I’m going to cut off your balls.”
Apparently, I was engaged to a pathological cheater. Of course, I hadn’t known that when I agreed to marry him. There were a lot of things I didn’t know about Matt. Then again, there was a lot I didn’t know about me.
“Well? Aren’t you going to say anything?”
 “Uh… hi, Ginger.” I cleared my throat and resisted the urge to “say anything.” “This is Ivie. Matt can’t come to the phone. I… uh… don’t think he’s going to be able to… uh… make it into work today.” I managed to stammer through the basics without my voice cracking.
“Oh, hi, Ivie.” Her voice changed again; she sounded as if she’d been sucking lemons. She didn’t even have the decency to be embarrassed. “What’s wrong with Matt? He hasn’t missed a day in… Actually, I don’t think he’s ever called in sick.”
My eyes darted to the closed bathroom door, and I shuddered. “He’s really not feeling like himself today.” Understatement of the century.
“Is he sick?”
“Um… I definitely don’t think anyone wants what he has.” I tiptoed around the answer. I wasn’t good at coy, but I gave it my best shot.
“Oh… Well, in that case, maybe it’s best if he stays home.” I could almost see her coiling a lock of her thick red hair around her finger as she spoke. “Just tell him I hope he feels better, and not to worry. I’ll reschedule his appointments for him. Do you think he’ll be well enough to come in Monday?”
I tamped down a flicker of panic. “I really hope so.” But I seriously doubt it.
After listening to Ginger rant for a minute about missed appointments and the difficult task of rescheduling, I ended the call, staring at the bathroom door as if I expected a silent command to open it. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine the door swinging wide and my fiancé sauntering out. I popped open one eye. The door hadn’t moved—not even a crack.
For far too long, I’d avoided that room. With three tentative steps, I closed the distance between myself and the master bathroom, covering my mouth and nose with one hand as I cracked the door. I’d almost gotten used to the foul odor in the bedroom. It was bad but not unbearable. The stench in the bathroom was overwhelming. The fumes poured out, bringing tears to my eyes. The small space reeked worse than when I’d locked him in there last night. It smelled as if someone had cooked up a potion of burning tires and rotten eggs in a boiling vat of sour ammonia, and even that comparison wasn’t quite bad enough.
Blinking back the sting of tears, I scanned the room. I didn’t see him anywhere, just a puddle that looked suspiciously like urine in one corner and in the other, a makeshift bed fashioned out of—were those my good bath towels?
No Matt.
A quick rush of adrenaline kick-started my heart. What’s happened to him now? This is bad. Very, very bad. As if things weren’t bad enough already. What sort of person was I? What I’d done was unspeakable, so horrible even I didn’t know what I’d done.
Just as I was about to have a full-blown panic attack, he slinked out from behind the hamper. I should have been relieved he was still alive, but I wasn’t sure if his current state was much better. He stared up at me—his beady little black eyes blinking in the harsh fluorescent light—so much smaller than he used to be and covered in a thick pelt of black and white fur. My fiancé.
The skunk.
 

12 Blogs of Christmas – Decorations That Have ‘Kangaroos In Their Top Paddocks’


In case you’re wondering ‘kangaroos in the top paddock’ is an Australian expression for someone who is a little nuts. So… this is a blog about Christmas decorations that are a little bit nuts… or at least a little left of centre, in a weird, hideous, or cute kind of way, featuring decorations contributed by other participants in the 12 Blogs of Christmas.

We start with the wackiest decorations and work our way down to some unique and poignant family traditions.


Chucky the Snowman by Ciara Ballintyne – This thing is hideous. OK, it doesn’t look hideous. It looks kind of cute – in a mad, axe-wielding scarecrow fashion. It’s also huge. I mean, at least three feet high. Once it starts singing, though, it’s hideous. It sings ‘Let It Snow’. In this awful high-pitched voice which should not be permitted to exist. Mum loves it. Because everyone else hates it she says. What does that say about Mum’s sense of humour? Dad says she doesn’t have a wicked sense of humour, she just likes to laugh at other people’s misfortune. I suggested that he reconsider that statement in the context of the definition of the word ‘wicked’ and then get back to me. 



What’s worst about this decoration, though, is kids reallylove it. They don’t want it to stop. After this thing has sung its song a half dozen times even Mum is ready to put an axe through its music box. But the kids want it to keep going. In the words of Bill Cosby… ‘Do it again!’ I would have liked to provided a video but it just wasn’t happening.


6 White Boomers by Ciara Ballintyne – I also can’t miss this opportunity to mention ‘Six White Boomers’. This originates from a Rolf Harris song (of ‘Tie Me Kangaroo Down’ fame – if you don’t know him, be sure to look up Rolf and his wobbleboard). 

Santa’s sleigh is pulled by eight reindeer, right? Everywhere else in the world, maybe. But not Down Under. Here, in Australia, the sleigh is pulled by… six white kangaroos. Of course… No I have never seen a white kangaroo, but just go with it… OK?

This does make an awesome yard decoration though.

Check out my short story A Magical Melody in the anthology Spells: Ten Tales of Magic.
  
 
Christmas is Cactus by Kelly Gamble – When you live in a desert, you make do with what you have, right? Instead of a Christmas tree, how about a Christmas cactus.  Ethel M’s Chocolate Factory has a huge cactus garden that they light up every year, and it is so strange, but unique.  And after looking at the various cacti, you can eat chocolate!

Visit Kelly here for book recommendations from the 12 Blogs of Christmas.




Creepy Christmas by Karen Delabar – A couple of years ago we were at my husband’s grandparents and we did the annual search for the pickle ornament on the tree (I have no idea how this tradition started but it’s fairly popular around here). I was so excited when I found it because it meant I won a prize. 🙂 

Then I opened my “prize” and found what I thought looked like two figurines screaming to be put out of their misery. Trying to be of the Norman Rockwell variation, these two Christmas carolers look… well, creepy. However, since I technically got them from his grandparents I can’t throw them away. Each year I bring them down from the attic and put them in a drawer. When his grandparents stop by they come out for the hour or so and then back in the drawer they go until Christmas is over and they join the rest of our Christmas decorations back up in the attic.

Visit Karen here for some favourite Christmas movies from the 12 Blogs of Christmas.

Karen suffered an extreme case of Toxic Shock Syndrome following strep throat earlier in this year and almost lost her life. You can read her story here. If you would like to donate to help Karen’s family meet all her medical bills and other expenses, please click the ‘Donate’ button below. 


 
 

Fallen Angel by Erica Lucke Dean – Several years ago my mother gave me the vintage 1960’s tree topper from our childhood Christmas trees.  It’s just about the ugliest angel I’ve ever seen but it brings back wonderful memories.  My kids won’t let me put her anywhere but the back of our tree but I don’t feel it’s Christmas unless she’s tucked in there somewhere.

Visit Erica here for some childhood nostalgia with the 12 Blogs of Christmas and check out Erica’s book With Love from Katie coming out March 2013.

 

Football Santa by Marie Patchen – We might be living in the milder climes of southern Arizona these days, but my family is Pennsylvania born and bred.  And if it’s one thing we take pride in, it is our beloved Pittsburgh Steelers.  

Now, we don’t go to heck with the joke, but the truth of the matter is, if Santa Claus came out of the closet as any other football fan but a Steelers fan, we’d have to take issue with him.  This is why we make sure that when he visits us, he’s always dressed in his finest black and gold, and has a prime spot underneath the Christmas tree.  Because honestly, what other football team is there?

Visit Marie here for Christmas cartoons with the 12 Blogs of Christmas.


More Power! by Natalie Kenney – My mother likes lights on the tree. Lots of lights. It’s a crime not to have lights on your tree in my family, punishable by coal in the stocking. (All of the house lights are off in the first picture. I swear). Last Christmas, one of the cats spent all her time trying to blend in with the decorations… After all, she lit up too!

Visit Natalie here for some delicious Christmas Cookie recipes from the 12 Blogs of Christmas.


Good Things Come In Small Packages by Amberr Meadows – I used to envy my ex-boyfriend’s mother for her Christmas decorations until we went to visit her at Christmastime. She had two Christmas trees, one of them devoted entirely to Santa ornaments and the other devoted to expensive Disney ornaments. She had more Nativity scenes and Disney displays in the yard and around her home than I’d think could fit comfortably in one storage shed, and I resented her magnificent collection of outdoor and indoor twinkly lights. Her family Christmas stockings were of the finest material, and she even had a damn snow machine. I could never have hoped to have decor even half as lovely with my then-salary.

In spite of it all, it took only the one visit to determine I was the luckier one. She was batshit crazy and constantly going through bouts of mania and depression and bringing us along for the miserable, unwanted ride. After jumping through hoops and dealing with the issues associated with that matriarchal drama queen, I realized something important. It didn’t matter that her home was more lovely and her decorations were of the finest quality – she was miserable and destined to continue in this vein, because she thrived on it. The atmosphere in her home was dark and dreary, and not even five storage sheds full of fancy ornaments would have remedied the problem. I hated every minute of my time there.


When I returned home, I looked around my tiny one-bedroom apartment with the 18″ Christmas tree decorated with mini-Santas and didn’t feel the usual sad Holiday feeling. I felt grateful and humbled. The scant decorations didn’t matter in the slightest; genuine joy lived within these walls, and I never took it foolishly for granted again. Merry Christmas, everyone!

Visit Amberr here for traditional Christmas food from the 12 Blogs of Christmas.

Wreathed In Christmas by Justin Bogdanovitch – I love the bubble lights and other vintage ornaments of the fifties and sixties and I’m partial to multi-colored lights for a tree… an all-white lighted tree is static to me, same with the all-gold theme some really stylish people can’t seem to do without. Give me the green, red, blue, yellow, and orange lights powered up to the nines with only a few of them blinking away in syncopation. 


Having said all this about color, my favorite Christmas decoration is a large house wreath hung on the side of the house. It only has the tiny twinkling white lights because when our last wreath grew too weathered with so many winter seasons, the current model was the only one readily available. Just seeing the view as I drive home or walk the dogs around the pond adds to the peace of the season. 

Visit Justin here to read the 12 Faux Pas of Christmas — part of the 12 Blogs of Christmas and check out his book Sandcastle and Other Stories.

It’s Raining Christmas Trees by D.C. McMillen – My favourite tradition during the holidays is to walk around downtown – mostly the financial and the shopping districts – to look at all of the amazingly decorated Christmas trees. 

Many of the trees are the same every year so my excitement builds to an excruciating level before I’ve even left the apartment. Will Dundas Square feature trees made from stacked balls of light again this year? Will the snowflake tree in The Esplanades Park be set up in the fountain?  


Of course, my absolute favourite is the Swarovski tree in the Eaton Centre. This rotating, 35 ft high tree is covered in ten thousand sparkling Swarovski crystal ornaments. Every year I snap a picture and then complain that the picture simply does not do it justice. On that note, here is the picture:

Visit D.C. here for favourite festive drinks from the 12 Blogs of Christmas and check out D.C.’s book A Decent December.

Personalised Christmas Ornaments by Raine Thomas – Our Christmas tree this year is the “pretty and stylish” design that I like.  We also have a “kid-friendly” version with lots of brightly colored lights and ornaments, but this “more traditional” one is my favorite.  So that my husband and daughter can more enjoy the tree, though, they hung a number of ornaments that reflect them… including Chewbacca and the Disney princesses. And I’ll admit it… the Atlanta Braves ornament is all mine!



Visit Raine here for favourite Christmas music from the 12 Blogs of Christmas and check out her Daughters of Saraquael books.

The Yule Log by Maureen Hovermale – In any home at this time of year, there has to be a Yule log. In Neo-Aramaic (the Chaldean language – think Iraq) yule meant child. It took a while for the tradition of the log to be in a hearth, but when it finally did, it was sprinkled with salt, oil, and mulled wine then prayed over to protect the home.  

Nowadays, it’s a cake rolled like a log and decorated with icing holly and roses. Sounds better than salted and oiled wine to me!

Visit Maureen here for a look at the Christmas Clauset in the 12 Blogs of Christmas.



Winter Wonderland by Melody Kauffman – My favorite Christmas decorations are outdoor lighted ones.  My parents didn’t do yard decorations when I was growing up.  I always loved the houses where the yard was lit up with reindeer, snowmen, and other colorful figures.  They were so magical.  As a kid I always wanted to have a house with a yard like that.  I had no idea the time, expense, and work that went in to them.  The first year we owned our house we didn’t decorate the outside.  I told my husband how much I wanted to decorate the yard and we looked at a lot of decorations.  I suffered a bad case of sticker shock and decided not to even try to decorate that first year.  After Christmas that year my husband bought me my first yard decoration – a lighted, beaded snowman.  I was so thrilled.  The year we put it up he bought me a set of the lighted beaded presents to go with it.  The beaded design allows the figure to reflect the light better at night. During the day the beading prevents the figure from looking skeletal.  We’ve added a lot of decorations since then but the snowman and his presents are still out there.  They give me a ridiculously happy feeling when I get in from work at night. They sparkle like some magic winter wonderland dropped right on to my lawn.  Childhood dream decoration realized thanks to my awesome hubby.

Visit Melody here for some fun Christmas toys from the 12 Blogs of Christmas!



   
Thanks for stopping by. This is one installment in the 12 Blogs of Christmas series – do be sure to check out the others!

Merry Christmas!

Rude Monkeys and the Power of Twitter

As you know, I didn’t blog much for a few weeks there. You may or may not know that was due to working frantically on my manuscript, Deathhawk’s Betrayal, to submit to Harper Collins Voyager, who were accepting unagented submissions for their new ebook imprint, and then finishing A Magical Melody for inclusion in Spells: Ten Tales of Magic

Now both those tasks are complete, I’ve been blogging like mad, both on my own blogs, and guest blogging for others. 

Here are two guest blogs I’ve done in the last week:

I Saved My Banana For You for Erica Lucke Dean, a tale about a naughty monkey who might be excited to see you – or maybe he just has something his pocket. Like… a banana. 

102nd Post for Mark Brassington – a look at Twitter and what it means to me – and probably many other writers as well.

Also, Haunted: Ten Tales of Ghosts, an anthology edited by Rayne Hall (also editor of the anthology in which my short story will appear), is free at Amazon from 23 – 27 October. You can find it here for US Kindle and here for UK Kindle. 


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I’ve Been Getting Around


Not like that. I know what you’re thinking. Mind out of the gutter, please.

No, I’ve been featured in many places over the last week or so in the Twitterverse and blogosphere, and in case you missed them, this is your opportunity to check them out now. 

Saturday before last I was the guest on the Newbie Writers podcast, talking about how my day job as a lawyer affects my creative writing and the particular issues I struggle with as a result of my career. I also talk a little bit about why lawyers write the way they do (there is method to our madness – usually) and about my own writing process. So if you want a look at the writing process of a writer who is very linear, black and white, and not to mention anal, you should definitely stop by. Plus, you’ll get to hear the obituary I wrote for my not-very-pending death (I hope). You can find details of the podcast here or it’s free on iTunes.

The same day I was guest posting for Erica Lucke Dean on her blog. If you want a laugh at my expense, this is the post for you. It involves mice. Think of all the awful things that can happen with mice. One of them happened to me. Go forth, laugh, and be merry. Try not to fall down.You can find entertainment at my expense here.

For something different, I’ve done a guest post for @LKEditorial on the use of Greek rhetorical devices in writing and how they can be used to strengthen your writing and, in some cases, give it a touch of poetry. If you’re interested in knowing more about how to apply Greek rhetoric in prose, you can find it here.

Boy, I really have been getting around. I feel something like a Twitter/blog tart now! What can I say? Sometimes I have trouble saying no when people ask me to help them out…


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