Sunday, February 26, 2012

Today's Host: Rachel Coles, Author of Pazuzu's Girl

Hi, T. R.

Thanks for hosting me on your blog! Pazuzu's Girl was released February 10th by Journalstone Publishing, and it's really been an exciting month.

I've gotten some questions about it so I thought I'd cover the biggest question: Why Pazuzu? Why a demon?

I am fascinated by demons. Not just because they're 'evil' and I'm an ex-metalhead. I was always interested in how they evolved. Pretty consistently, if you look at the names of the demons, you notice that their names pop up in ancient mythology as gods. Ba'al, one of the demons mentioned in The Rite and who can be found in the Catholic church as Beelzebub, can also be found in Akkadian mythology as a storm god presiding over the city of Ur as Ba'al/Hadad. Abraham in the Old Testament smashed his father's idols, which were coincidentally, of Ba'al. Ba'al itself just means 'lord'. It was also used as a household title for head of the house, maybe instead of saying 'Mr.' Can you imagine getting a telemarketer or at your door saying, “Excuse me, Ba'al, can you spare a few minutes to talk about homeowners insurance? Now to Pazuzu.

Well, he was still pretty much a demon in Assyrian mythology. However, he had some interesting characteristics. His wife, according to myth, was another demoness known as Lamashtu. But amulets of him have been found and history passed down that these amulets were protective, used to ward off Lamashtu and protect mothers from things like childbed fever and what now would probably be called SIDS, sudden infant death syndrome. He was used as protection against his own wife. This possibly points to a dual nature. There was a tenuous link postulated between some ancient Sumerian and Akkadian figures and the later Pazuzu of Assyrian myth. There was a character in the Gilgamesh Epic and the Enuma Elish called the Imdugud bird (Sumerian), and Anzu (Akkadian). This minor god, like many gods of that era and time were as temperamental and complicated as humans, not characterized in all stories as solely good or evil. One story has the Anzu bird stealing the Tablet of Destiny from Enlil, and another has Anzu rewarding the father of Gilgamesh for honoring Anzu's offspring, by leading the human out of the mountains he had gotten lost in during a war campaign. There were waves of invasion into the Fertile Crescent, the region in which these myths arose, beginning in the Neolithic period. The first known inhabitants are collectively known as the Sumerians. In truth, they consisted of a number of different cultures of varying progressive advancement typed according to characteristics of their artifacts. But they had certain things such as language base in common enough to link them. The following invasions differed in terms of technologies, pottery, language base. What often happened in areas like this was that the gods of the invaded culture were often absorbed by the invading culture, and so often the forms of myths persisted in cultural transmission.

I do not know archaeologically or linguistically if a link can actually be made between Anzu and Pazuzu, but it is possible, and certainly fun to speculate, that if myths were people, how might a transformation really happen.

So here is an excerpt from Pazuzu's Girl, I hope you like it!

Morpho shook out her brilliant blue hair in front of the mirror behind the door of her pink room. She threw on her torn leather jacket over a ruffled pink sock that passed for a mini-dress. She flounced down the stairs, grabbed her Tinker Bell backpack and the peanut butter toast her father’s servant had left, and plopped her skateboard on the tiles of the front porch. One of them dislodged as she jumped the board down the steps.
A loud chatter emerged from the thousands of grasshoppers that hid throughout the partially eaten lawn and manicured bushes. She heard them as though they spoke in English.
I know you’re mad at me, but was that really necessary? Lugal just fixed those. Are you angry with him as well? A couple of grasshoppers fluttered after her and hitched a bumpy ride on the strap of her pack before crawling up to her shoulder.
She rolled her eyes and did a rattling jump just for their benefit. “No, Dad. I’m not mad at him. And not everything I do is just to piss you off.” Her lips set in a grim line and she rode in silence.
The grasshoppers twittered and hung on as she took the curbs as hard as possible. Then to what do we owe your sunny mood?
She glowered. “I’m a freak. We are freaks.” She whirled her finger in a circle to include everyone around her in freak-dom.
You dyed your hair blue. That’s generally not what people do when they are trying to avoid attention, her dad gently reminded her.
“I’m laying my cards on the table. We have to replace the lawn and shrubs every couple days because you eat everything in the yard. And everyone thinks Lugal is your love slave. Our differences aren't exactly ‘Don’t ask, don’t tell.’ By the way, we got another fine from the stupid housing association. They’re threatening to send pest control.”The grasshoppers chirped. “I’ll deal with them. And I thought you liked Lugal.”
“I do like him. But you might want to let him know everyone thinks he’s your boyfriend, partner...whatever.” She flipped her board up and stormed into the school hall, late for class, as the grasshoppers flitted away.

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Thousands of grasshoppers emerged from nooks and crannies throughout the denuded sod in front of 248 Rowan Street, Ken Caryl, Colorado. As they flooded into the hallway of the house from the moist April breeze outside, the swarm of glittering wings and golden-brown bodies condensed into the figure of a tall thin man with golden eyes, black hair and slightly canine features around the mouth. Pazuzu, Demon of the Air and the Southwest Wind, stalked into his suburban home to deal with the four-hundredth letter from his homeowner's association and ruminate on how to handle an angsty teenage daughter.
Lugal, an equally tall, sturdy man with dark features and a hawk's nose, dropped to his knees and bowed his face to the floor as Pazuzu entered. His palms flattened on the ground in obeisance. His right hand was marred by rough white scar tissue across the palm and wrist. “Lord, what is your will?”
Pazuzu motioned the man to his feet. “I accept your loyalty,” he nodded, “but you have not bowed to me since the first time we met, except when you have done something you knew would displease me. What have you done?” He glowered.
Lugal raised a carefully-groomed eyebrow and his eyelid twitched for a moment. “I have not seen such a look on your face for many years. I thought you might benefit from an old formality.”
Pazuzu's lips curled up in a smile that looked like a grimace. “Did you see Morpho's attire? We are supposed to maintain a low profile!”
Lugal's white teeth flashed and the other eyebrow rose. “Forgive my impudence, Lord, but have you seen some of the other children at the high school? She is fitting in.”
Pazuzu met the dark man’s eyes and they both burst into deep rolling laughter. Pazuzu sank down into the tasteful but nondescript kitchen chair and picked up the HOA letter. He took the content in at a glance and tossed it back on the table. “She told me about this.”
“What will you do?” Lugal brought pungent-smelling cardamom tea to the table.
“I will be the indignant homeowner at one of their silly meetings. They have been fining us since we arrived more than a year ago. It gives them something to do and makes them feel important, happy with their power. Happy neighbors are quiet neighbors.”
“But they have threatened to hire extermination services.” Lugal sipped his tea, watching Pazuzu warily.
Pazuzu leaned forward slightly, and his golden irises lit from within, then faded. “I will dissuade them.”
Lugal was silent for a moment. “Has there been any sign of her? Of the Scourge? My spies have detected nothing yet.”
Agitation distorted Pazuzu’s lips into a snarl, making him look more canine than ever. “No. Not aside from the usual events in the news lately. The bombings, the shootings, in many of the nations near the old kingdom, near Uruk. I see nothing direct, only her influence.”
“She is subtle. That is how she gained her power before you left her. What will you do should she find Morpho?”
Pazuzu’s eyes flashed and a rasping breeze lifted in the room. Lugal quietly placed his scarred hand on the napkins to keep them from skittering off the table. Pazuzu’s voice was like the sound of a million furious, buzzing insects as he answered, “I will protect my child.”


Pazuzu's Girl is available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and the Journalstone website. It is available in both paperback and e-book. And as a special for T. R.'s site for her awesomeness in hosting me, we're doing a 3 e-book giveaway for 2/27/12 only (leave a comment & email address to be entered to win one of  the three Pazuzu's Girl ebooks being given away). If you get the book for the giveaway it would be really terrific to hear what you think! Please review it on any of the above sites or Goodreads.

T. R.'s books are a lot of fun to read. She is a very talented author, and if you have not already, you should check out her Warriors of the Cross series. I have them on my Kindle!

Thank you again T. R. for hosting me! I look forward to your next book.

Friday, February 24, 2012

YA Indie Carnival - Name That Tune

This week, the sponsors of the YA Indie Carnival are asking you to 'Name That Tune' while we share artists/songs that keep us writing.  The passion these artists put to paper, the emotions they couple with their music, and the proof artists can be prosperous are perfect companions for writers striving to achieve success in a slightly different way.  Because my choices are so eclectic, I thought it may be better to tell you who my favorite artists are (rather than make you guess) and the relevance of the songs they sing. 
There are several recording artists mentioned throughout The Warrior Series. This topic makes them eligible for a more formal shout out. In addition to the singers who were embedded within the series, I've included several songs emotionally pertinent to the story.

I love the way these posts always make me look at things in a new light. This one is no exception.  With it, I've finally realized the songs most inspirational to me often have religious undertones (while not being truly Christian...similar to Warriors of the Cross & Guardians of the Cross).


  • Adele
    • Really! Who's not inspired by someone with such a wonderfully beautiful voice?  The passion she pours into her work is what I find the most motivating.
  • Kings of Leon
    • When I heard this was a group of brothers/cousins raised by a Pentecostal preacher, I was hooked. The religious traces mixed with the frank profanity and unique and raw talent draws me in every time.
  • Diane Birch
    • Diane's voice is phenomenal, and she is gorgeous. Forgiveness gives me chills.
  • Macy Gray
    • I Try will forever be one of my favorite songs because it is so not perfect that it is perfect.
  • Sheryl Crow
    • After hearing Redemption Day, I became a fan of Sheryl Crow's. This song is amazing!
  • Sarah Reeves
  • Trading Voices
  • Alison Krauss
    • This song reminds me of Sunday morning baptisms in Louisiana rivers and streams. It also conjures up images of The Sisters from The Warrior Series.
  • Alanis Morissette
    • This hidden track starts off with such hope and ends with so much despair that you feel like you've been on an emotional roller coaster once it's over.
  • Ememin
    • Emenim puts it all out there. Nothing is off limits. There is no denying his talent if you've ever heard Lose Yourself.
  • I'll Fly Away
    • This choice is more about the song than the singer.  I heard I'll Fly Away week after week, sitting next to my grandmother in our pew at church. It's also the song she sang - folksy like this version - at my father's funeral...the funeral where she buried the last of her three children. By that time, she'd told me numerous times that she never wanted to outlive any of her children. When her last one died, it almost killed her.  This song always makes me cry. 
1.Laura A. H. Elliott author of Winnemucca & 13 on Halloween, Book 1 in the Teen Halloween Series2.Bryna Butler, author Midnight Guardian series
3.Heather Self4.T. R. Graves, Author of The Warrior Series
5.Suzy Turner, author of The Raven Saga6.Cheri Schmidt, author of the Fateful Trilogy
7.Rachel Coles, author of Into The Ruins, geek mom blog 8.K. C. Blake, author of Vampires Rule and Crushed
9.Patti Larsen, The Hunted series and The Hayle Coven series10.Amy Maurer Jones, Author of The Soul Quest Trilogy
11.Dani Snell's Refracted Light Reviews 12.Fisher Amelie, author of The Understorey
13.M. Leighton, Blood Like Poison Series, Madly, The Reaping 14.Kimberly Kinrade, Bits of You & Pieces of Me, Forbidden Mind
15.Madeline Smoot, Missing, Summer Shorts, and The Girls16.Cidney Swanson, author of Rippler
17.Gwenn Wright, author of Filter18.TG Ayer
19.Melissa Pearl, Author of The Time Spirit Trilogy20.Heather M. White, author of The Destiny Saga
21.Roots in Myth, PJ Hoover22.Courtney Cole Writes

Friday, February 17, 2012

Forever (The Wolves of Mercy Falls #3) byMaggie Stiefvater



My biggest problem with Forever (The Wolves of Mercy Falls #3) by is the fact that there's not a fourth book in the series (at least, not yet).

With and , I enjoyed reading about Grace and Sam...the evolution of their relationship, love, and commitment.  With Forever (The Wolves of Mercy Falls #3), I found myself just as interested in Cole and Isabel and how they were going to react - or not - to each other.

As it has become customary, 's description of the most mundane sliver of light or floating air particle made me feel like I was standing next to the characters in the middle of the story.  As talented as she is with creating a setting, she's just as amazing at building relationships.  She understands life-long love grows gradually with one tiny moment at a time.  As the invisible bystanders, she allows us to experience those wonderful instants alongside with her characters.  With each action, she creates a timeless world of true love, loyal friendship, and unconditional family.   never disappoints.

This is a great series, and I would highly recommend it to almost anyone.




Thursday, February 16, 2012

YA Indie Carnival - Kissin' and Tellin'

On the heels of last week's steamy scenes, the sponsors of the YA Indie Carnival are sharing their favorite kiss-and-tell excerpts. I've chosen one from Guardians of the Cross (The Warrior Series, #2).  It includes a very intimate kiss between Allison and Clark (not Brody).  ENJOY!

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After getting stitched and discharged, I waited alone on a bench outside of the ER lobby for Clark to bring the car up to the entrance.  Against Brody’s better judgment, I’d insisted he leave my side and let Dr. England know about our departure.

“Allison,” I heard someone calling my name.

I looked around and cringed when I saw both Suri and Betty coming my way.

Dammit!

I lifted the collar of my shirt, covering the knife’s wounds on my neck, and I pulled my hair toward my cheek, shielding the face cuts as much as possible.  In damage control mode, I was thankful for the jacket Clark brought for me.  It was the perfect camouflage for the road burns covering my arms.

Watching as they bumped shoulders and egged the other on, I witnessed their mischievous grins switch to pretend masks of concern the second they were in front of me.  There was no way I would share anything about the assault with them for obvious reasons.  I learned from personal experience that they would take the smallest kernel of truth and twist and turn it until I became a monster who deserved brutality.

“Allison, we missed you and Brody during morning’s rounds,” Betty crooned, openly insinuating Brody and I had been together.

I glanced toward Suri.  Evident was the red rage hate the stunning oriental beauty had for me.  Intimidated by her anger, I cowed and watched my wringing hands.

I’d known since the first day of our residency Suri considered Brody an expedition into uncharted territory…a challenge she intended to conquer.  It was a fixation reaching stalker levels after he saved her.  She frequently used their bond to influence him, making him choose between us.

Refusing to battle her (or tear Brody apart), I’d spent months surrendering Brody to her claim.  Since I would do anything for Clark, I completely understood - though resented - Brody’s passive acceptance of the unspoken agreement between Suri and myself.  At least, he’d conceded until she tried to keep him away from me after he learned I was saving someone.  He somehow knew I was using my powers and realized I may need his assistance.  Rather than allow that to happen, Suri forced Brody to choose between us.  Ignoring her demands and severing their connection, Brody rushed to me and admitted his undying love.

As if kicked in the stomach, Suri suddenly sucked in a loud breath.  Jerking my head up, I searched to see what had happened.  That’s when I saw that Suri’s eyes had turned black with fury.  Almost scowling, she glared at the exposed side of my neck…the side where Daryl’s hickeys went unhidden.  Even Betty was shocked silent after shooting a scandalous glance toward Suri and seeing her hate.  We both knew Suri assumed Brody had given me the marks.

Crud!  Crud!  Crud!

It was too late to hide them.  The damage was done.  I, instead, had to find a way to protect Brody.  He absolutely had to talk to Suri, but the time and place would be of his choosing.  Not here.  Not now.  Not like this.

“I-I woke up feeling sick,” I lied, praying they would leave before Brody returned.

“Oh, you were sick” Betty said, sending an unbelieving wink my way.

Behind them, Clark’s car screeched to a halt.  His fury over my newest predicament was the only emotion I could sense.

“Excuse me, my ride is here,” I said, squeezing between them and getting into the front passenger seat.  Instead of buckling in, I moved quickly into Clark’s personal space.  Face-to-face.

“Please just go along with me,” I begged.

After preparing him as much as I could, I leaned over and kissed him with as much passion as I could muster.  I put on the show meant to protect Brody.

Clark hid whatever surprise existed and gave in to my embrace.  Every strong emotion he’d had that day suddenly morphed into his own uncontrollable desire.  Within seconds, one of his hands wound into my hair, and the other pulled me fiercely toward him.  This is what he’d wanted since the moment we’d met.  Somehow, I’d been oblivious to its intensity…or he’d hidden it well.

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1.Laura A. H. Elliott author of Winnemucca & 13 on Halloween, Book 1 in the Teen Halloween Series2.Bryna Butler, author Midnight Guardian series
3.Heather Self4.T. R. Graves, Author of The Warrior Series
5.Suzy Turner, author of The Raven Saga6.Cheri Schmidt, author of the Fateful Trilogy
7.Rachel Coles, author of Into The Ruins, geek mom blog 8.K. C. Blake, author of Vampires Rule and Crushed
9.Patti Larsen, The Hunted series and The Hayle Coven series10.Amy Maurer Jones, Author of The Soul Quest Trilogy
11.Dani Snell's Refracted Light Reviews 12.Fisher Amelie, author of The Understorey
13.M. Leighton, Blood Like Poison Series, Madly, The Reaping 14.Kimberly Kinrade, Bits of You & Pieces of Me, Forbidden Mind
15.Madeline Smoot, Missing, Summer Shorts, and The Girls16.Cidney Swanson, author of Rippler
17.Gwenn Wright, author of Filter18.TG Ayer
19.Melissa Pearl, Author of The Time Spirit Trilogy20.Heather M. White, author of The Destiny Saga
21.Roots in Myth, PJ Hoover22.Courtney Cole Writes

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

FREE - Amazon Bestseller Warriors of the Cross

Warriors of the Cross (The Warrior Series #1) by

Allison La Crosse, beginning a challenging family medicine residency, leaves the protection of her family. With the transfer, her worst nightmares come true. Her closely guarded mystical talents – those which seldom appeared before the move – unleash themselves from her confinement and reveal their presence with very little provocation.

Allison’s most terrifying power is her compulsion to cure the dying with her touch. Given her career, this gift would be valuable if she were not drawn like a magnet to the ailing person's every symptom. Some of which are fatal.

At the hospital and surrounded by life-and-death emergencies, Allison’s inability to manage her impulse turns deadly. When it does, her mentor, Brody, rescues her from her own demise. His resuscitation ignites an exciting and tempestuous bond between them.

Desperate for a cure, they join forces and embark upon a journey to uncover the origins of Allison’s lethal curse. In the midst of their adventure, Allison exposes a secret pursued by many…known by few.


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ENJOY!!!


Friday, February 10, 2012

Linger (The Wolves of Mercy Falls #2) by Maggie Stiefvater



Linger (The Wolves of Mercy Falls #2) is proof that the second book in a series can be better than the first.  A fact I never would have believed after finishing Shiver (The Wolves of Mercy Falls #1).  When I read writing, I'm amazed at the way she describes the tiniest things...instantly conjuring up images making the unbelievable story suddenly believable.   

I love the way she allows the readers to fall in love progressively with the characters.  Even when two people are instantly bonded (Sam and Grace), she takes us through everyday situations giving us - unknown/unseen bystanders - the chance to watch them fall in love.  She understands how the characters' interactions during those innocent moments are more powerful at proving 'forever love' than dozens of passionate encounters.  Because of this, readers will dream of someone who folds paper birds for them, commemorating every special occasion. 

The introduction of Cole's and Isabel's turmoil and chemistry were the perfect way to add a whole new - and phenomenal - dimension to the storyline.  In fact, the two of them are such strong characters they easily could have been carved out and given their own series. 

I'm always envious of writers who are talented enough to embed poetry and songs perfectly within their stories.  Doing so adds another fantastic aspect to an already special (and poetic) tale.  Between Sam and Cole, I expect this style to continue throughout the series, and I can honestly say it's one of the reasons I've become a fan. 

The The Wolves of Mercy Falls is a series that I would absolutely recommend to anyone looking for a great paranormal romance series.


Thursday, February 9, 2012

YA Indie Carnival - Steamy Excerpts

Welcome back!  This week, the sponsors of the YA Indie Carnival are sharing hot and steamy excerpts from books they've written or books they've read.  I've chosen an excerpt from my book, Guardians of the Cross (The Warrior Series, #2).  It was really hard for me to pick one from the many intimate scenes transpiring between Brody and Allison...their paranormal bond more compulsive than their need to save the dying.  ENJOY! 

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In the room, I opened the portfolio and slid James’ books inside the case. 
“Brody, can you grab my toiletry bag from the bathroom?”  I asked, pretending to need his assistance.
He chuckled.  “No.  You said you didn’t need my help.  I’m just here to see what you’re up to.”
I looked up, shocked with his candor.  When I did, he moved right in front of me…his face centimeters from mine.  “I’m not sure of what you’re doing, but I’ll wait for you.  Until the last breath I take, I’m yours.”
I began shaking.  Lying was easier if he couldn’t see my face, so I looked down at my feet.  He put his fingers under my chin and forced me to look him in the eyes.  When he did that some sort of power took hold of me.  I couldn’t look away from him.  I couldn’t move away from him.  If anything, I only wanted to attach myself to him and never let go.
Apparently, he was experiencing the same response.  He wrapped his arms around the small of my back and pulled me into him.  All I could do was squeeze myself even closer.  With his ragged breath in my ear, he kissed my neck, letting his tongue caress the skin.  With that very intimate touch, I moaned.  When he sucked, I almost blacked out.  This act was more powerful than the strongest magnetic pull.  I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything.
He took full advantage of his new power and used it to hold me prisoner.  Jerking his shirt up and touching every inch of his bare skin, I knew I would do anything right then to be with him. 
I took him in – kissing, touching, feeling, pulling – as if he was oxygen, and I was asphyxiated.  His new uncontrolled need for me made it all the more alluring, all the more necessary.  It could have been the pure fear that this would be our last chance, but his passion lacked its normal restraint.  He was willing to forego everything to make me understand I needed him as much as he needed me.  I was willing to let him.
A moan rolled out of my throat.  In response, Brody let our bodies fall back onto the bed where his pinned mine down.  Perfectly positioning himself, he lifted and guided my leg around him.  I squeezed it tight.  His hands slid up the back of my t-shirt and unhooked the back of my bra.  He slid his hand around to the front, gently cupping and massaging my breast.  If I had to live out the rest of my life without him, I would have this memory.  Using both my arms and legs, I pulled him closer.
I unbuttoned his shirt and lifted mine.  Our skin-to-skin contact cranked the entire encounter up a notch.  This time, the moan I heard was Brody’s.
I reached down and began unsnapping his jeans, letting Brody know exactly what I wanted…needed.  He stopped me by taking both of my wrists in his hands and lifting them above my head.  He restrained them with one of his hands while slowly and meticulously massaging me all over with his other.
When his hand brushed the red, cross-shaped birthmark on my hip, a searing sting shot from my hip and extended to every inch of my body.  I felt like I had just been touched by a branding iron.  Instinctively, I pushed Brody off me.  Thankfully, the pain stopped the second his hand was removed.
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1.Laura A. H. Elliott author of Winnemucca & 13 on Halloween, Book 1 in the Teen Halloween Series2.Bryna Butler, author Midnight Guardian series
3.Heather Self4.T. R. Graves, Author of The Warrior Series
5.Suzy Turner, author of The Raven Saga6.Cheri Schmidt, author of the Fateful Trilogy
7.Rachel Coles, author of Into The Ruins, geek mom blog 8.K. C. Blake, author of Vampires Rule and Crushed
9.Patti Larsen, The Hunted series and The Hayle Coven series10.Amy Maurer Jones, Author of The Soul Quest Trilogy
11.Dani Snell's Refracted Light Reviews 12.Fisher Amelie, author of The Understorey
13.M. Leighton, Blood Like Poison Series, Madly, The Reaping 14.Kimberly Kinrade, Bits of You & Pieces of Me, Forbidden Mind
15.Madeline Smoot, Missing, Summer Shorts, and The Girls16.Cidney Swanson, author of Rippler
17.Gwenn Wright, author of Filter18.TG Ayer
19.Melissa Pearl, Author of The Time Spirit Trilogy20.Heather M. White, author of The Destiny Saga
21.Roots in Myth, PJ Hoover22.Courtney Cole Writes
23.Rex Rising

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

FREE eBooks by Patti Larsen

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For those with a love of YA paranormal: Family Magic (The Hayle Coven novels, #1) Sixteen year old Sydlynn Hayle is the daughter of a powerful witch and a demon lord but she just wants to be ordinary. Find it HERE.

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Raising the Demon

“Haralthazar,” my mother glided closer to the statue, “we summon you this third night of Power, nine days and nine nights from Samhain Eve, to tighten our bond with you and your realm.” She knelt at the foot of the altar, the picture of the submissive handmaiden. Could she be any more ridiculous? Seriously. “My love, come and be welcome.”

The blinding flash that leapt from her to the statue continued to pour out of her in a deep blue rush of light. I turned my head slightly to the side, squinting in the glare, grateful for the edge of the cowl and the shadow it made. The whole room started to thrum, the floor vibrating with condensed magic as Mom used the energy we had given her to make the doorway that would let my father through.

Sixteen-year-old Sydlynn Hayle is the daughter of a powerful witch and a demon lord of the seventh plane. The trouble is, she just wants to be ordinary. Syd struggles to survive the minefield of her new high school while being torn between her attraction to football hero Brad Peters and the darkly mysterious Quaid Moromond. When her coven comes under attack, Syd is forced to face the fact only her power can save her family’s magic.

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Run

Kidnapped

Alone, Reid gasps in one deep breath, another. It hurts his ribs, his lungs. He manages to roll over on his right side and regrets it. His shoulder screams in protest. Still, he is finally able to wriggle his numb hands loose from what holds him and claws at the cloth around his eyes.

Darkness. But not complete. The moon is up. Trees loom over him, the smell of spruce and fresh air so sharp it almost hurts. He jerks at the plastic ties around his ankles while. his vision swims through a veil of pain-laden tears. He manages somehow to force his screaming hands to work the ties loose and he is free.

Sixteen-year-old Reid thinks life is back to normal. His sister Lucy pulls herself together and cuts him free from a year of foster care. She promises to take care of him, that her new boss and her new life are what they both needed to start again. Until Reid is taken in the middle of the night, dumped in a wild stretch of forest far from home with no idea why he is there. Lost and afraid, he learns to run from the hunters who prowl the darkness, their only pleasure chasing down kids like him. And killing them.

What readers are saying about Run:

“The fear, the thrill, the emotion that comes through in the writing is amazing. There is never a dull moment in this story of survival.”

“If you're a fan of YA books that make your heart pound with the unknown and leave you cringing at places (but in a totally cool kinda way) then Run's the book for you.”

“Reid is such a great strong character and when the story ends, we are left begging for what is to come in the next of the series. This story was unique and SUPER fast-paced! It was a great festival of suspense.”

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About the Author: Patti Larsen is a middle grade, young adult and adult author with a passion for the paranormal. Her YA thriller series, The Hunted, is available now. The first four books of The Hayle Coven series, Family Magic, Witch Hunt, Demon Child and The Wild are also out now. Her YA paranormal novel, Best Friends Forever, and steampunk series, Blood and Gold, are due early in 2012. She is a full time writer and a part time teacher of her Get Your Book Done program. Patti lives on the East Coast of Canada with her very patient husband and four massive cats.


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