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Novel Magic: Why Be Normal When You Can Be PARAnormal? by Debra Doggett

Bone of My Bones by Debra Doggett at Sorchia's Universe www.sorchiadubois.com

It will be a sub-zero diurnal passage in the infernal pit of Abaddon when any miscreant soul dares call Sorchia’s Universe NORMAL. We totally and unequivocally agree with our guest, Debra Doggett. Normal is for wimps!!

Tell us what you think and check out her new book while you’re at it!

Why Be Normal When You Can Be PARAnormal?

By Debra Doggett

It’s possible that I’m the most mundane person you’d ever meet. I can’t predict the future, read auras, uncover psychic secrets, or reveal your past incarnations. Also, I don’t suck blood, howl at the moon, or transform into another, far more exotic shape. Probably I could make you smile, but that isn’t as hard as it sounds with most people. None of those gifts were part of my inheritance from my very nice, but mundane parents. Life, from this beginning, should have been quite normal.

The gift I was born with, however, is imagination. Lots and lots of imagination. Never one to waste a gift, I found that my imagination preferred people, places and things that were far from normal. Be a cheerleader? Nope, who settles for that? I wanted to be a time traveler instead. Trapped at home with small children? Minions, where do you think the idea of minions came from? Trust me, children really go with the flow when it involves imagination.

Imagination puts me anywhere I want to be, offers me any skill that intrigues me and places some of the most interesting people right in front of me. When I first began writing, I listened to as much information on the craft as I could find. Some folks will tell writers to write what they know. This piece of advice stuck out in my mind. I did take that one to heart, though I doubt it was in the way they meant. I do know what the bloodlust of a vampire feels like. My imagination tells me (along with the imagination of some other wonderful writers). I know how breathless it can be hurtling through space, or how the moonlit howl of a werewolf mid-transformation can speed up your heart.

Someone once asked me how hard it was to come up with my ideas. I didn’t know how to explain to them that there was never a time, day, or night, when ideas weren’t whizzing through my brain. My mind, my imagination, operates at warp speed with no notice of time. Not a good pace for sleeping, but one that means I must only grab a thought and go with it and bam! it’s another story. Thanks to my imagination, I can take that thought far beyond what’s normal.

 

A little About Debra Doggett

I’ve been many things in my life: actor, filmmaker, historian, writer, but putting words to paperDebra Doggett at Sorchia's Universe www.sorchiadubois.com is the most satisfying. After years of moving around the US, I’ve settled in the desert of New Mexico, a far cry from my birthplace in Louisiana. You never know where life will go.

 

Bone of My Bones excerpt

“How old are you?”

“Excuse me?” The man finally decides to talk and that’s what he asks me?

“On the phone you said Alexis was mentoring you in the Craft.”

“Wouldn’t it have been easier to ask how long I’d been studying with her?”

He shrugged. “You want to know something, you need to ask specific questions.”

So he wanted to know how old I was? Now that was a loaded question if ever I heard one. The kind a smart man would steer clear of. And Matthias Romero struck me as a smart man. It made me wonder what he really wanted to know, if he had some ulterior motive for asking. I pondered the answer for a minute. Did I lie and tell him I was older, and therefore wiser? Or did I knock off a couple of years so he didn’t wonder why the hell I wasn’t better at this at my age? Did I go for the hot factor? Was it hotter to be 25 than 30? How old was he? I compromised and went with the truth, something I wouldn’t have to try and remember later.

“I turned twenty-eight last month.”

He just nodded. I couldn’t tell from the look on his face if he’d gotten what he wanted or not from my answer. Maybe all he wanted was to see if I’d lie to him. Then I felt it, not strong but subtle, a bare ripple around the edges of my thoughts. In a reflex action, I pushed back and the ripple broke.

“You’re reading me!”

I stopped and let go of his hand, both angry and astonished. No one had ever put the moves on me in that way before.

“Not anymore. You stopped me. Nice to know you noticed, though.”

“Nice to know I noticed? You do something that, that…”

“Rude.”

“Yeah, that rude and all you can say is nice to know you noticed?”

“Nice to know you noticed and knew what I was doing.” He started walking again. “And that you’re capable of doing something about it. That helps.”

“Helps?” I tried not to screech. “It helps?”

Bone of My Bones by Debra Doggett at Sorchia's Universe www.sorchiadubois.comHe started walking, careful not to touch my hand this time.

“Most women get flustered when you ask them their age. It throws them off, makes it a good time to check how sensitive they are.”

Was he kidding? He had been rude, but I passed the test. I had a hard time deciding whether to be furious or flattered as I reevaluated my infatuation with Mr. Tall, Dark and Strange.

 

 

 

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Novel Magic: A Dragon’s Treasure by Beverly Ovalle

If you don’t know by now, the most wonderful creatures populate Sorchia’s Universe. Our creature of the week is the star of Author Beverly Ovalle’s newest book, A Dragon’s Treasure. Be sure to enter Beverly’s contest for a Kindle Fire!!! Here’s Beverly to tell you about her addiction to dragons and her new book.

Here be Dragons!

I’ve always been fascinated with dragons, lizards and dinosaurs. Add in my addiction to romance and the eventual coming out of Paranormal Romance and I found my niche! I’m a firm believer that dragons had to be real once upon a time. Maybe they aren’t what they used to be, but they are still around. Who can say for sure that dragons didn’t exist?

My scale babies, Shui and Schwai, were Chinese Water Dragons. Shui would greet me at the door, his head peeking out just as I came home. I know how affectionate my dragons were (and how sharp their teeth were!) and took what I knew of them, how they lived, played, how they felt to the touch, and extrapolated from there!

Combining my interests has me churning out (slowly but still…) books that have subjects that fascinate me. I hope they catch your interest as well.

New Release: A Dragon’s Treasure

A dragon’s most desired treasure is his mate, but what if she didn’t want to be?

 

The Blurb

Kai has been hunting for his mate for a very long time. Drawn to a singular place on earth, filled with treasures, he still seeks the greatest treasure of them all. His mate.

Fleeing danger, Connie runs into the arms of destiny, but she has plans already, and a Dragon mate is not on the agenda.

Kai has waited centuries for Connie, and he will claim his mate. Patience may not be a Dragon’s virtue, but he always gets his treasure.

Sparks fly in this humorous erotic tale of mating and mayhem.

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A little taste:

She would make a magnificent dragon. Wrapped in all the gold he could give her, her flesh peeking from beneath. She was his.

 

“Kai.”

 

He looked over at Ellen, lifting a brow in inquiry.

 

“Don’t mess with my cousin.”

 

He grinned. “I’m not. She’s my mate.” Ellen’s eyes widened while Breccan and Maxwell snickered. His eyes wandered down the hall she’d flounced out. She might have meant to look fierce, but her bouncy blonde hair and petite size negated that. Kai wanted nothing more than to follow her and claim her. Her scent was even stronger in the enclosed space than wafting on the breeze. He’d bet she wore a dragon’s mark somewhere on her luscious body. He couldn’t wait to hunt for it.

 

“Holy cow! Are you sure?” Ellen grinned. “That’s great!”

 

Breccan chimed in. “By her reaction, I’d say not so great.” He sported a big grin on his face. “Looks like Kai will have a battle on his hands.”

 

Maxwell’s sly twist of his lips showed he was enjoying the situation too.

 

Kai glared at them. Damn wolves. They were a pain. He could see the colors in the kitchen change as his dragon attempted to get out. A little barbeque wolf was a tasty snack. The rumble of agreement by his dragon made him smirk. He couldn’t hurt those two, no matter how aggravating they were. Breccan was the only reason Ellen didn’t spend her days wrapped in fear any more. His dragon reluctantly settled down.

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Author Bio:

Beverly Ovalle has been obsessed with dragons and romance since she was a young girl, collecting dragon books and reading everything she could find on them even down to the care of real life dragons. She’s always been slightly panicked that the world as we know it will end, so has prepped for it, haunting survivalist pages and prepper projects she felt she needed in the event SHTF.

An avid fan of all romance, Beverly’s goal is to share her love of the written word and write the hot and erotic romances that she enjoys. She writes what she loves to read and it was only a matter of time before her obsessions crept into her writing for her to share. She hopes you enjoy her tales as much as she loves writing them.

A Navy Veteran, Beverly has traveled around the world and the United States enabling her to bring her settings to life, meeting and marrying her husband of twenty eight years along the way for her own romance. Reading romances since the fourth grade she’s followed as the genre changed and spread into the vast cornucopia of romance offered today.

 

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Novel Magic: A Walk Down a Dark Street…Steampunk Style by Laura Strickland

It is my great pleasure to welcome Laura Strickland to Novel Magic this week. With at least 26 books under her belt (according to Goodreads) Laura writes historical romance and magical tales. Her latest, Steel Kisses, is the third in her Buffalo Steampunk Adventure series–and it has everything Sorchia’s Universe requires! But Laura can tell you about it more eloquently than I can.

A Walk Down a Dark Street. . .Steampunk Style

by Laura Strickland

Imagine you’re walking down a dark, narrow street in a shadowed city. It might be Victorian London, it might be Toronto or Boston, San Francisco or—dare I suggest—even nineteenth-century Buffalo on the Niagara Frontier. The buildings lean toward you overhead like tipsy old ladies and up ahead through the ground mist you see…

What is that? An automaton, with a glimmer of light from the street lamps winking off its silvery surface? A Jack-the-Ripper type figure, his weapon concealed behind his back? A part-mechanical, part-human hybrid with a telescoping arm? A monster? Or perhaps your heart’s desire?

Why do readers love to read (and writers to write) Steampunk? Speaking as an author, I love the intricacy of the world building, part reality and part fantastical imagining all blended together seamlessly. I love letting my mind off its leash and weaving the unlikely and improbable into a believable whole. I love the black humor, and indulging my dark side.

And why, you may ask, set such mad, dark and dangerous stories in Buffalo, New York of all places? As a native of that oft-beleaguered city, I can testify it’s the perfect setting. Natives of Buffalo, mostly immigrants and the descendants of them, definitely have their dark sides. The humor is black and self-deprecating. And they’re tough. Used to losing, they’re also used to fighting back against most anything. Like blizzards, crazed scientists, evil undertakers and the builders of mechanical prostitutes.

Unleash your dark side; take a walk in my Steampunk Buffalo, and see for yourself. All are welcome here and the weirder you are, the better you’ll fit in. Come take a look at what lies at the end of that street, and find your heart’s desire.

 

Newest release in the Buffalo Steampunk Adventure series:

Steel Kisses: A Buffalo Steampunk Adventure

Other titles in series (in order):

Dead Handsome: A Buffalo Steampunk Adventure

Off Kilter: A Buffalo Steampunk Adventure

Sheer Madness: A Buffalo Steampunk Adventure

 

Steel Kisses: A Buffalo Steampunk Adventure

 

Reynold Michaels might not be the smartest man in the city, but he knows a beautiful woman when he sees one. The lovely creature he

Steel Kisses by Laura Strickland on Sorchia's Universe

watches disembark from the steam tram every morning simply cannot be a prostitute…or an automaton. Yet at the high-priced bordello where she works he discovers she’s not only a hybrid mechanical, she’s funny, vulnerable, and quite possibly the missing piece of his heart.

Lily Landry understands that as an automaton she isn’t entitled to make her own choices. She must do as instructed or face the ultimate horror of being shut down. But when she forms a bond with Reynold, she quickly learns what it means to desire a life of her own. In a city conflicted over automaton rights, can they hope for a future together?

 

Interested? Here’s a little more steam!

“What happens to humans when they die? Do you know?”

 

Lily posed the question to Chastity, who sat beside her on the bed. The two of them awaited the arrival of a client, a very wealthy man who had booked the two of

them together. Not for the first time—this man as well as several others sometimes requested the service. This particular client invariably requested Lily and Chastity

in tandem.

 

Lily did not mind that part. She did not suppose herself capable of friendship as such, but she felt comfortable with Chastity, as much as possible in the

situation.

 

The client—who liked to be called MonsieurGrand—liked them to be naked when he entered the chamber, so they were, their bodies nearly identical except for hair and skin color.

 

Chastity gave Lily a look out of deep, black eyes. “It was not installed in my intelligence.”

 

“Nor mine. But we hear things. And learn—acquire—information.”

 

“Yes. We have been instructed not to kill.”

 

One of the first edicts, an absolute: You will not harm humans no matter what they ask you to do. You will never kill a human.

 

Chastity offered, “I sometimes think about killing humans…clients.”

 

Lily had to admit, “As do I.” She had thought about killing the human who bit her. Forbidden.

 

“Humans are weak—fragile—and easy to kill. There are many ways. The strength of my hands on a human’s throat. A kick to the jaw, a pillow held over the face. I believe if I wished I could break the rib cage and extract the heart.”

 

Lily said nothing, but the thought came to her that Reynold did not feel weak. When she touched him, she felt stronger.

 

Chastity said, “We could kill our client when he is shown in. Then we would not have to do the things he asks.”

 

A daring proposition. Lily narrowed her eyes and thought about it. “What would happen after?” Shut off.

 

“Shut off,” Chastity confirmed. “At least we would not have to do these things anymore.”

 

Lily would never see Reynold again.

 

“Unless,” Chastity proposed, “we escape.”

 

That made Lily turn and examine her sister. Chastity looked so emotionless, so calm sitting there in her naked perfection. But when Lily engaged her eyes she saw…what? Some of the thoughts that occupied her own intelligence.

 

“Is that possible?” To leave this building other than to walk to the tram and thence to their dormitory? Lily had never been anywhere else. “Guards at every door.”

 

“Mechanicals like us. I have been examining the possibilities of disabling them.”

 

“Yes?” Lily could manage no more.

 

“Yes. It would need to be done very early, when we first arrive, before Dr. Landry comes. If we disable the mechanicals…”

 

“Miss Crump is human. It is forbidden.”

 

“We might be able to overwhelm Miss Crump without harming her. Tie her up.”

 

“Nadia…”

 

“Nadia is rarely here in the morning.”

 

Lily could feel her artificial intelligence clicking over, examining the possibilities.“Now that there are more of us, it should be easier.”

 

“The new girls will not participate.”

 

“You are right. They are still stupid. They have not learned. But they may provide cover for the rest of us.”

 

Lily looked into Chastity’s eyes again. She repeated in a whisper, “What do you think happens to humans when they die?”

 

A knock sounded on the door, the steamie ushering up the client.

 

Both automatons got to their feet.

 

Chastity whispered back, “I don’t suppose it would be wise to find out just yet.”

 

If you don’t already know her, learn more about Laura Strickland.

Laura Strickland in Sorchia's UniverseBorn in Buffalo and raised on the Niagara Frontier, Laura Strickland has been an avid reader and writer since childhood. She believes the spunky, tenacious, undefeatable ethnic mix that is Buffalo spells the perfect setting for a little Steampunk, so she created her own Victorian world there. She knows the people of Buffalo are stronger, tougher, and smarter than those who haven’t survived the muggy summers and blizzard blasts found on the shores of the mighty Niagara. Tough enough to survive a squad of evil automatons? Well, just maybe.

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Novel Magic: Ancient Heat by Kira Shayde

This edition of Novel Magic is brimming with shape-shifting suspense–Just what we love here at Sorchia’s Universe! Author Kira Shayde’s Ancient Heat promises passion and excitement. 

 

ANCIENT HEAT (The Followers Book One) by KIRA SHAYDE

She’s trapped in another woman’s body…and the other woman is a werelion.

Nicole Abramson gains more than razor-sharp claws and a taste for raw meat. With a latent telekinetic talent, she’s a weapon to be used in a millennia-long war, but will she serve or resist? Fighting for her life, Nicole rails against the thief who stole her ordinary and safe life, even as she seeks comfort from the woman’s intended mate, the gorgeous Sander Evans.

Although drawn to her outspokenness, Sander keeps Nicole at bay while he defends his clan. Werelions and humans don’t mix, yet he can’t deny the passion igniting between them, particularly with her body in heat. As the danger around them amplifies, they’ll need more than courage and strength to fight for their newfound attraction—and their lives.

Want to read More? Here’s an excerpt to whet your appetite.

Sander clutched her upper arm, and the pressure of claws penetrated her sweatshirt.

 

“You need to change,” he said in a low growl.

 

Change? Oh, yes, change to lion form. Although lionish was a more apt description as they were predominately human…if humans had fur, claws, sharp teeth, and a reflecting glow in their yellow eyes.

 

“Get going,” Calia snapped.

 

Nicole flinched. “Sorry, but I don’t know how to change.”

 

A slight wind rustled through the trees, and katydids buzzed. Nicole bit her lip. “Hello? Is anybody there? Sander, it’s pitch black out here, and I can’t see a thing.”

 

Not a peep of response.

 

She crept alongside the car until she found the door handle. Locked. She rested her forehead on the door, allowing her frustration to simmer down. They’d return when done hunting. She simply had to wait.

 

Strong hands dug into her shoulders, wrenched her around, and pinned her arms to her sides. Heart pounding, she stood petrified as snarling hot breath exploded in her face. For a split second, she nearly jumped out of her skin.

 

Then self-preservation kicked in, and adrenaline surged through her veins.

 

Snarling in return, she yanked free and shoved aside whoever had grabbed her. She blinked, her feline eyes adjusting to the dim light, her vision now crystal clear, but in subtle hues. Sander sat on the ground.

 

“I help you change and you reward me by knocking me on my ass?”

 

Nicole clasped her hands to her face, the bristling fur under her fingertips not as shocking as she expected. “Oh, Sander. I’m so sorry.”

 

He laughed, low and throaty, and jumped to his feet. The yellow of his eyes shone in the faint ambient light.

 

“Come on, let’s hunt,” he called before bounding into a thicket of trees.

 

She ran after him, reveling in the unusual sensations. Muscles stronger. Balance amplified. Hearing acute. All so amazing and wonderfully strange. Until the strong scent of ammonia caught in the roof of her mouth—urine trails from wild animals.

 

Movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention, and she pivoted. With the grace of a dancer, Tyran scooped up a cottontail rabbit. The animal kicked for a moment before Sander’s brother snapped its neck. Nicole tried but couldn’t drag her gaze away as he used his claws to peel the rabbit’s fur from its body, slice deep down the belly, pull the skin apart, and dump the steaming intestines onto the cold ground.

 

The awesomeness of her lion form rapidly diminished.

 

Tyran held the rabbit by its hind legs and raised his arm, allowing the animal’s blood to drip to the ground. She stood dumbfounded as he sank his long canine teeth into the cottontail’s side and tore off a strip of meat.

 

Gagging, she took a step back even as her stomach rumbled in hunger and her mouth salivated—the aroma of the raw flesh oddly tantalizing. But could she slaughter a defenseless animal and eat its still-warm body?

 

Sander gestured to another rabbit hiding under a shrub. Her turn. She focused on the animal for several moments, studying its twitching whiskers, listening to its rapid heartbeat. Her claws itched to grab, possess, and slice.

 

But she shook her head, turned around, and walked toward the parking lot, passing by Sander’s sister. Even in the dim light, blood gleamed on the woman’s satiated face as Calia tossed the remains of an opossum near the base of a tree.

 

Shivering, Nicole hastened her pace, only to be grabbed from behind. She recognized Sander’s scent and circled to face him, stiffening against his arms.

 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his brows dipping low, emphasizing his predatory gaze.

 

“I can’t do this. I can’t bring myself to… I’m sorry.”

 

“Don’t be silly. You need to eat.”

 

“I’ll eat at the hotel. Normal human food.” She pulled away and turned around. The acute vision dimmed, the night sounds faded, and the breeze chilled her now smooth face.

 

“Nicole!”

 

She halted at his sharp tone.

 

“Nicole,” he repeated, more softly, taking her hand. “We can’t eat human food. We can’t digest it.”

 

“Not in your lion form, but—”

 

“Not in any form. We’re carnivores, plain and simple. Now come with me. I’ll help you make your kill.”

 

Even with the note of concern in his voice, she shrank from him and closed her eyes, swallowing the bile rising in her throat. “No, Sander. I don’t want to eat. You go feed yourself. I’ll wait by the car.”

 

When she opened her eyes, he was gone.

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Who is Kira Shayde!

 

As a paranormal romance writer, Kira Shayde explores somewhat atypical pairings and settings and can’t help adding a twinge of societal awareness to her works, but the focus is always on the developing romance, passion, and happy endings.

Kira enjoys studying love, sex, and relationships, and has a thing for shapeshifters, demons, mythological gods, and the fae. On a personal level, she is devoted to animal and ecological conservation…and devil’s food cake.

Contact her or learn more.