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13 Zoraida Grey Tricks and Treats–Happy Halloween, Witches!

She’s one crazy witch and she went live on October ZoraidaGreyandtheFamilyStones_w10984_30028. Zoraida Grey and the Family Stones is the first in a three-book series that will take Zoraida from Arkansas to Scotland to the Yucatan Jungle and back again. Since we are at the heart of Witching Season, here are Thirteen Tricks and Treats you’ll find in the book.
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  1. A Castle: Fantastic Castle Logan in far north Scotland has a history stretching back to the Picts. When the Logans claimed the spot, a Pictish broch sat like a fat spider on a precipice over the Loch of the Black Bridge. What lurks beneath the broch in the crystal encrusted cavern?
  2. Ghosts: Castle Logan is infested with phantasms of various descriptions including a psychotic lady in lilac who tosses hapless women to their deaths. A Spaniard in glowing green armor haunts the East Tower. Is he looking for revenge?
  3. Crystals: From the crystal doorknobs to the crystal chandeliers, Castle Logan vibrates with crystal energy.
  4. A man in kilts: Michael Logan nurtures black roses in the gardens as skillfully as he tends the Logan clan. But to make one thing grow, he may have to sacrifice something—or someone.
  5. Herbs: The Logan witches have tricks in their gardens that may beguile even Zoraida.
  6. Magic: What is it about Zhu, Zoraida’s best friend, that repels magic? She’s always in the wrong place at the wrong time. Trapped in Castle Logan, Zhu may find magic isn’t all fairies and roses.
  7. Another man in kilts: Shea Logan wraps himself in protective spells and chooses his words carefully. Blue lightning flashes from his black Logan eyes and indigo tattoos spiral around his arms. What’s he hiding?
  8. Cats: Grimalkin, Pyewacket, and Johnny Lee Hooker, the black cat who lives with Zoraida, creep through the story, batting the dangling ends of knotted cords and watching with luminescent eyes. If only they could talk, what secrets could they reveal?
  9. An oubliette: This place of forgetting beneath the ancient East Tower came in handy to the Logans in the past. Zoraida gets the heebie jeebies just looking at it. No one has ever escaped from its dark depths.
  10. Curses and Spells: Curses and spells drip from the fingers of all in the Logan clan. Can small-town fortuneteller Zoraida compete with their malevolent power? Of course, she has a little Logan blood running through her veins, too.
  11. Scotland:From steel gray lochs to rocky hillsides to windswept shores, Scotland casts a spell every bit as powerful as those hurled by the witches of Castle Logan.
  12. Legends: Creatures and stories of Scotland peek from the pages of Zoraida Grey and the Family Stones. Zoraida finds fairytales come to life when witches are involved.
  13. Whisky: Smooth, peaty Laphroaig single-malt Scotch in a Cairngorm glass steadies Zoraida’s nerves. She better lay in a good store because the story’s just getting started.

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Past Lives and Dodgy People–Just Like Gravity

   Just Like Gravity is a paranormal romance set in Scotland, but it’s not all about drinking  🙂  The story traces two of Anna’s past lives. This excerpt is from a not-so-good time in 1604.

      

Photo courtesy of Casey Cowan, Oghma Creative Media

Photo courtesy of Casey Cowan, Oghma Creative Media

Mariel bounced against the wooden shelving along the side of the small room but kept her balance. Mrs. Campbell seized her shoulder, digging her fingernails into Mariel’s thin arm.

“I know what you did. You put a spell on my man just as you did on the hens. You’re a witch, and I’ll be the first one to throw a lighted torch on your pyre when they burn you.” She shook Mariel as a dog shakes a rat. Then she thrust Mariel against the rough wallboards.

Mariel fell with a thud on the cold dirt floor. Her legs throbbed and her shoulder ached. Scratches where the woman’s fingernails had broken the skin burned like coals. She scowled at the fat woman with all the malice her ten-year old soul could muster.

Mrs. Campbell slammed the door with finality. The heavy latch crashed shut. With only the thin line of light along the bottom of the door, the windowless room was dark. The smell of fermenting beer and the musk of damp dirt stuffed her nose. Cold seeped through her threadbare dress.

 

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Just Like Gravity–another little taste

   Just Like Gravity is a paranormal romance set in Scotland. Anna has bad dreams–so bad she wakes up screaming two nights out of three.  She smells the blood. She feels the knife. The dreams lead her to Scotland where she hopes to find their cause. Hiking the Great Glen Way, she becomes separated from her daughter and meets a drunken Scotsman with troubles of his own.   He’s intrigued by her confession–something she didn’t mean to say.

 

Photo courtesy Casey Cowan, Oghma Creative Media

Photo courtesy Casey Cowan, Oghma Creative Media

We slid down the trail in a kind of muddy ballet, at first cursing each other and then broadening our maledictions to include the rain, the path, specific rocks, and life in general. When I called him a keech-covered knobdobber, I definitely heard him chuckle.

“What a mouth is on ye!” He looked back at me. I liked the way his eyes crinkled at the edges when he laughed. “Do ye kiss yer daughter with that mouth? And yer husband?”

“I killed my husband.” The words spilled out before I could stop them, tumbling over each other as they escaped.

“I’m not surprised.” We paused on a wider spot on the trail to pass the flask one more time between us. “Ye’ve chosen wisely. No place is better than the Highlands for hiding.”

My hands trembled, but not from the cold. Beneath my poncho, I dried them on my jeans. He watched me with raised eyebrows as though I were an interesting bug he’d found on a piece of manure.

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What Happens When a Scotsman Gives an American Woman a Taste of Laphroaig?

   Just Like Gravity is a paranormal romance set in Scotland. Anna has bad dreams–so bad she wakes up screaming two nights out of three.  She smells the blood. She feels the knife. The dreams lead her to Scotland where she hopes to find their cause. Hiking the Great Glen Way, she becomes separated from her daughter and meets a drunken Scotsman with troubles of his own.   Anna finds him annoying, but when he offers her a wee nip from his flask, she can’t resist.

 

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      I’d emptied my own flask some time before and the forgetful haze it produced was fading. The rain was persistent and the air was chilly.
     “Dammit.” I yielded to temptation.
     He snorted as I wiped the rim. “Ye cannae catch Scottish, ye ken. It isnae a disease.”
     Jackass. I tipped the flask a bit too enthusiastically. What entered my mouth and spread throughout my entire pulmonary and digestive systems was in no way similar to the fruity, light Speyside whisky to which I had become accustomed. Smoke, iodine, and pepper exploded in my throat, flushed out my sinuses.
     I spluttered and gasped for air.
     “What in the name of God is that?” My voice came out as a high-pitched squeak. I was relieved my vocal cords were not entirely cauterized. The liquid found its way to my stomach where it made itself comfortable, producing a warm, spinning glow.
     “That, ye ignorant wench, is Laphroaig. Distilled by God Himself on Islay, a jewel of the Western Isles, where He cooks it over peaty fires and strains it through seaweed. And ye’re not meant to snort it.” He put the flask back in his sporran and surveyed me unhappily. “Now, come wi’ me. I’ll take ye down the mountain.”

 

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