Showing posts with label daughters of the circle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label daughters of the circle. Show all posts
Friday, January 20, 2017
Tuesday, December 13, 2016
Faerie in Ravenwood Book Launch!
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To be released January 17th!
Wednesday, December 7, 2016
Snippet from Daughters of the Circle, book one, Shadows in Ravenwood
Clarie ran out onto the front lawnShe knew the Gargoyle statue wouldn’t be there—but still. She stared at the empty spot where it normally stood. It was still gone. She turned around, staring at the things around her like that would make a difference. But the gargoyle statue remained gone.
So, now, that made it official. Their grandmother had been right. The Gargoyle statue had shape-shifted.
She’d known her Grams was right, but it’s hard enough to imagine a real shape-shifter, she sniffed, more-or-less one who could shift back and forth from stone.
Even knowing magick, she still couldn’t get use the differences in what people considered to be real—and what she’d come to know as real.
How was all this possible? How could people live their lives oblivious to everything around them?
It’s true, Claire thought. All things were possible with magick. She’d always known that. She’d seen enough of the little things happening around her—to know. She’d seen, first hand, what her grandmother could do. She’d heard her say exactly that often enough. Hadn’t she learned what magick could do as a teen, when she’d studied with Grams?
Still, she could hardly believe magick could go this far—that magick could account for this. She believed in magick—she did—but this seemed beyond the realm of possibilities. She knew her Grams hadn’t lied—what her Grams said in the attic was real. She realized now, she got through to her. She just didn’t want to think about it, when her grandmother spoke of the Gargoyle, because it made her head hurt.
Like she’d deliberately not made the connection between the winged man—and that stone beast in the yard. Could he take that form too, in life? Like the one in the stone?
People often did that, didn’t they? When they saw something, they couldn’t explain away. They’d block it out, or make up an excuse for it, in their mind. Didn’t they do that, so they didn’t have to look too close? So, they didn’t have to acknowledge the world around them—often had more to it than met the eye.
Claire felt Morgan come up beside her. She eyed her sister, who stared at the empty place where the gargoyle statue once stood.
“I don’t suppose you’re going to tell me someone has stolen the statue….” Morgan said.
Claire shook her head, watching her sister’s face.
Morgan’s brows shot up, and her lips pressed together for a long breath of a moment. “Ummm. And I don’t suppose you’re going to tell me you had it moved,” she said.
Claire smiled and reached out to take her sister’s hands. “Nope.” She gazed up at her. “Besides, do you think I could have moved it, without a freaking crane…?” She grinned.
Morgan didn’t smile. In fact, she was quite serious. “So—now you want me to believe it moved on its own.”
It hadn’t been a question, and Claire couldn’t help but to chuckle at the teasing sarcasm in her sister’s voice, even if she hadn’t intended it.
Claire saw dawning realization come over her sister’s face.
“This is what Grams had meant by the Gargoyle shape-shifter,” Morgan said.
Claire nodded. What more could she say? She couldn’t add anything, other than what she’d witnessed thus-far. Morgan saw that too—and nothing prepared Morgan for such a thing.
Morgan shoved her hands into the back pockets of her jeans. “And this is who keeps coming to our rescue?” Morgan said.
Claire bit her lip. “Apparently,” Claire agreed.
Morgan released Claire’s hands, took a step towards the empty square spot, where no grass grew—hadn’t for more than a hundred year.
“On top of all the other stuff—we now have magickal creatures haunting us,” Morgan said.
Claire gave a laugh that sounded on the edge of nervous—even to her. “Well—if it makes you feel better—we know he’s not haunting us,” she said.
Morgan eyed her, a questioning glint shown in her dark green eyes.
“He’s what Grams said—is a guardian.” She glanced up at Morgan. “A Gargoyle, here, protecting us, chasing that shadow away from us.”
She watched Morgan. She knew that knowing that didn’t make them any less afraid of him.
Morgan sighed. “I guess I always kind of knew that. Like it explained why he never truly felt threatening—even when we were kids,” she said. “The shadow—the warlock—must have been the evil who scared us so bad. We just took it for granted it was the winged man.”
Alex came up beside Morgan. “Like I told Morgan before, he seemed upset that he’d frightened us the way he did that day.”
Claire’s gaze, which had been on her sister, now jerked over to him. “What do you mean?”
Alex put an arm around Morgan and pulled her close to him. “I mean I remember feeling his emotions—his sorrow at having frightened us he way he did.” He stood watching Claire for a long moment, but she could see his thoughts had turned inward—to that day long ago when they’d been children. “When I crawled into bed that night, I remember feeling awful—terrified for Morgan—and you. And bad for him.”
“Because of what you’d felt from him—that he hadn’t meant to alarm us?” Morgan said, leaning back so she could look up at him.
He nodded.
“And what do you feel from him now?” Claire asked.
“Sorrow,” Alex said. “I think he feels we’ve misunderstood who he is. I think he meant to show us something—but we only saw a beast.”
“Like Beauty and the Beast,” Claire teased.
Alex made a face at her. He clearly didn’t like being compared to that.
“I’m sorry,” Claire said laughing.
Alex scoffed at her apology, saying, “You sound sorry.”
Claire grinned at him, as Morgan smiled and spun around in his embrace to hug him, and soothe his ruffled feathers.
Still chuckling, Claire left them alone, so she could go head back to their guests to tell them goodnight—and so Morgan could work her own magick.
Thursday, November 17, 2016
Sunday, November 6, 2016
Shadows in Ravenwood is only .99 cents!
Daughters of the Circle, Shadows in Ravenwood is currently discounted at Amazon. Don't miss out! Grab your copy for less than a soda:)
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Monday, September 28, 2015
In book One of this deeply mystical fantasy, ongoing novella, Morgan lost her memory, and her family, while playing with magick as a child when she called out the shadow. Now, disconnected from her future--and unable to resolve her past--she learns that she's inherited an Old Gray House. Yet the moment she spots Ravenwood manor--even though she doesn't remember how she came to leave there as a child--or that magick that took her away--some part of her knows the key can be found up in the attic--if she can only overcome her fear to search up there for her answers.
Her sister, Claire, remembers everything. Though she and her aunt were torn away from years, to look for her missing sister, they never found her. Now, when her grandmother passes away--just like that--Morgan reappears.
Claire knows she and her sister are born witches--and before her grandmother died, she taught Claire that she must gather the Daughters of the Circle--before it is too late....
Tara, Sophia and the boys also lost their friends that fateful day, when Morgan disappeared and Claire left home to search for her. Now, fate has stepped in to bring them all home and each of them battles their own hidden traumas in searching for the truth that once tore them all apart.
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
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Morgan had
become concerned, of late, about Alex. He’d had something on his mind, and it
seemed like the more she thought they were getting close—the more he’d pull away. Frustrated, she tried to put it from her
mind. But she couldn’t help it. She needed to figure out
what bothered him. She needed for him to talk to her—but she didn’t know how to get him to do that.
She knew what that probably meant—and she didn’t like it. Only one thing could cause him to drift away from her—and if that were true—then she also knew what had been distracting him.
Distractions like that usually meant secrets. And Morgan didn’t like secrets. They usually meant they had skeletons hidden in their closet—they were fighting to keep hidden.
She didn’t know what she would do—if she found out that Alex had been keeping something from her.
Saturday, May 16, 2015
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In this mystical, fantasy romance, ongoing novella, two sister's inherit the Old Gray House. One doesn't remember how she came to leave there as a child or that magick--that took her away. One remembers everything--that they are born witches. Both must gather the Daughters of the Circle before it is too late.
In the Land of the Fae lies the answer that could save them from certain destruction…
Claire had refused to give up on finding her sister. Now she's back and with her--the chance to save their destiny.
The Fae Races have tribes who help to provide needed protection from the brutal enemy that's been threatening the the sisters and their friends since they were children. They have killed members of their families before and the Fae had sent the Gargoyle to guard over them. Being a witch herself, it's a chance for Morgan to learn more about her lost heritage, now that she's remembering all that she had forgotten.
Claire knows that their destiny lies in finding the Lost Daughters of the Circle, and so the sisters and their friends set out to recover the secrets long buried by their families.
Tara struggles with the secrets of the past but she knows she must stand fast beside the sisters if they are to win.
While, Sophia carries a secret that none of them know
Meanwhile, Morgan discovers a lost love of her childhood, and as their undeniable attraction heats up, their relationship is about to reach a whole new level--one neither of them is prepared for.
As they delve deeper into the hidden world their parents had tried to protect hem from, they begin to unravel a long-hidden secret about their destiny, their heritage and the danger that surrounds them all. The dark truth is about to come to light, and it'll change their lives forever…and threaten them all.
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
Members Only--Coming Soon!
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Coming Soon!
(Have patience with me--I'm putting together a magickal world for you:)
I will keep you updated as I go:)
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Welcome to the Land of the Fae!
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Friday, November 7, 2014
2014 Nanowrimo novel!
Two sister's inherit the Old Gray House. One doesn't remember how she came to leave there as a child. One remembers everything. Both must gather the Daughters of the Circle before it is too late.
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