Showing posts with label witchcraft. Show all posts
Showing posts with label witchcraft. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Invoking Nonna: Tripple Goddess Series Book 1



        Title: Invoking Nonna
        Author: Sage Adderley
        Series: Triple Goddess Series (Book 1)
        Genre: YA, Paranormal
        Paperback: 186 pages
        Publisher: Sweet Candy Press; 1ST edition (December 20, 2013)
        ISBN-10: 0989709825
        ISBN-13: 978-0989709828

Book Description

Maggie Sloan is a free-spirited teenager growing up in rural Georgia. Unlike her peers, Maggie is a witch and so is her mother. In addition to normal teenager rites of passage, she must learn about her family lineage and witchcraft. Her mother, Laura, keeps a tight lid on their family secrets - like the mysterious life and death of her grandmother who passed away before Maggie was born.

Practicing the craft will test solid friendships and introduce Maggie to new realms. While seeking the truth about herself and her family, Maggie is faced with danger from churchgoing classmates who will stop at nothing to make sure she is found out. Laura and Maggie strengthen their bond through witchcraft and work together to overcome their enemies. Are their magical gifts enough to keep them safe?

Book Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E5Dnc1YczF0

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Excerpt

My heart sank as Ruby stood there holding the blue book with the pentacle and a very confused expression. Oh man, why couldn’t Ruby keep her hands to herself? She always looked through my stuff. Normally, I didn’t have anything to hide, so I didn’t think too much about it. I had completely forgotten about the witchcraft book.

I took in a deep breath and just decided to go with it. “Yeah, I’ve been reading about Wicca.”

“What? Since when and why haven’t you told me about it?”

I ran my fingers through the madness on my head, and sighed. I knew this day would come, and I tried to pre- pare myself for the million questions that Ruby would fling at me. I sat on my bed and fiddled with the strings on my pink pajama pants.

“I started seeing these twinkles from the corner of my eye. They were like tiny sparkles of light that flashed quickly around my head. I thought I had low blood sugar and I was getting light headed, but it even happened when I felt physically fine. I tried to explain the sparkles with a rational reason, but I have yet to come up with one.”

“Wait, you see sparkles, and now you read about witchcraft. Call me crazy, but I am not seeing the connection here, Maggie.”

For the first time ever, Ruby was looking at me as if I had gone full blown nuts. I had no idea how to explain my- self or to transfer my thoughts into words that would make sense to her because honestly, I had a hard time understanding things myself. I am reacting on emotion and gut feelings - two things that can be hard to describe to other people not experiencing them. I sat down on the ground and took a deep breath and tried again.

“Ruby, I just feel different. When I see those sparkles, it’s as though I have a higher awareness of what is going on around me. I feel light, almost as though I am floating. It feels ... it feels really awesome.”

I could see Ruby’s brows crunching together, and her head tilts to one side. She was trying very hard to understand me. I saw her lightly nibbling on her bottom lip which meant she was unsure, but sympathetic to her best friend who just came out of the witchcraft closet.

“Well, have you cast any spells?”

Ruby sat down across from me and waited for my response. I picked up the book on Wicca and thumbed through some of the pages. I was waiting for words of wisdom to roll off my tongue.

“When you go to church with your family, do you feel something? Do you feel God?”

Ruby thought for a moment, “I guess so. I mean, I believe in God.”

“See, when I go to church or read about God, I don’t feel anything and it just doesn’t make sense to me. But this, this book makes sense to me. It just feels right.”

“Does your mom know?”

One confession was enough for today. I wouldn't open up the can of worms about my mom being a witch, too.

“No and I’d like to keep it that way for now. And that goes for everyone else, too. Not even Rhiannon!”

Ruby held her hand up in a gesture promising she would not peep a word. I wondered if she thought differently of me now. Ruby was one of the kindest humans I know. I’d be surprised if this shook up things between us.


And it didn’t.

Guest Post:

As I tossed around ideas for my young adult novel, I was positive that I wanted to write about an adolescent witch. I tried to think of what my teenage self would have wanted to read. Like my main character, Maggie Sloan, I grew up in a rural town in Georgia and stood apart from most of my classmates because of basic things like, music preference, clothing, and brightly colored hair. I would have loved to read about an alternative teen while going to school with pretty conservative-minded kids.
Being a teenager is awkward enough without having to worry about discrimination or harassment because of gender, race, class, religion, or sexual preference. I wanted a relatable character for a teen witch or any young person feeling out of place. Maggie is a 15-year-old on a journey to find herself while partaking in a magical world despite the odds set against her.
I adore fairy tales and fantasy, but I decided to focus on the realism of witchcraft when writing my book. No pumpkins turning into golden carriages or flying monkeys – but those are great, too! While I am not a practicing Wiccan, I do identify as a Pagan and I’m very familiar with the Wiccan path. I think presenting the facts behind the nature-based religion is important and made sure that stayed a priority throughout the story.
It was crucial for me to depict a witch practicing white magic and being mindful of how her actions would affect others. I wanted to emphasize the importance of being ethical while identifying as a witch and casting spells. And hopefully, I can reach a reader that may have some false preconceptions about “real life” witches.

I strived to maintain a respectful presence for all religions. I also played with the dynamic between two best friends who are involved in polar opposite religions. So yeah, maybe I have a not-so hidden message of let’s be kind to each other despite our differences.

It was heart warming to receive positive feedback from Christians who normally don’t read about witches and enjoyed Invoking Nonna. Likewise, I received reviews from witches who were excited to read a realistic portrayal of a witch.

I might be a little biased, but Invoking Nonna is an enthralling story with magic, mystery, and some paranormal interactions. Maggie is on a mission to search for her family’s history in order to unlock secrets that have been tucked away for years and repair the fractured relationship with her mother.

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Author Bio

Sage Adderley is a single (and very busy) mom of three humans and one cat. She is passionate about kindness, coffee, mental health, fat activism, and the DIY lifestyle. Sage is the owner of Sweet Candy Distro & Press, Sage's Blog Tours, and writes the zines Tattooed Memoirs and Marked For Life. She is also the creator of FAT-TASTIC! Sage currently resides in the magical land of Olympia, Wa.

Monday, January 20, 2014

Elemental Magic: Book Five in the Riga Hayworth Series


Sympathetic Magic in Witchcraft
Have you ever wondered how spells work?
As a paranormal writer, I wonder about this a lot while I’m crafting my magical world. But the basic “law” behind spell crafting is as simple as it is old: sympathetic magic.
Though the law of sympathy has been used and understood since the ancient Egyptians (and perhaps beyond), it got its first scholarly, western analysis by Sir James George Frazer. He explained it as an mash-up of two other laws: the law of similarity and the law of contact.
Law 1: Similarity, or like produces like. The easiest example of this to give (and everybody does) is the poppet or voodoo doll. A poppet is a small doll created to represent the person you want to cast a spell on, for better or worse (let’s assume better). Whatever the spell caster does to the poppet, then happens to the person.
Law 2: Contact. The idea here is that objects that were once in contact with each other will continue to affect each other even after that contact has been broken. For example, in the Dresden Files, warlock Harry Dresden is careful to make sure no enemy gets hold of his hair or nail clippings. Why? Because the strongest contact would be between a person and, er, all those little bits that tend to fall off.
Put these two ideas together, and voila! Sympathetic magic.
But let’s say your witch doesn’t want to go the evil poppet route and thinks nail clippings are icky. How could she use sympathetic magic to build a spell? The answer: correspondences.
Correspondences – the idea that seemingly unconnected things actually do share a connection at a mystical level – stem directly from sympathetic magic. For example, the sun corresponds to fire, the lion, the birch, the heart and circulatory system, happiness, and success.
So if you want to craft a spell, you could use an object that corresponds to your intended effect and give your magic more oomph. Using the solar example, a witch might bring some sun energy into her spell for personal happiness by lighting candles, scattering birch branches on her altar, and/or by casting her spell around the summer solstice.
In the film Practical Magic, the young witch casts a true love spell, Amas Veritas spell. To cast the spell, she lists the qualities of the lover she’s calling. For each quality, she plucks a flower petal or blossom that represents that attribute. When she says that his favorite shape is a star, she adds a star-shaped flower to her magical mix.
I can’t get enough of this idea. In fact, it was the inspiration for a locating spell in my latest book, The Elemental Detective, when my metaphysical detective uses a favorite book to find her missing familiar.
To sum it all up: as illogical and paranormal as magic seems – and let’s face it, that’s what makes reading about it so fun – it’s really surprisingly logical.
About the Author
Kirsten Weiss is the author of the Riga Hayworth series of urban fantasy/paranormal mystery novels. Here’s a blurb from her latest, book five in the series – The Elemental Detective.
Mermaids, menehunes, and murder.
Riga Hayworth just wants to relax with her new husband on their Hawaiian honeymoon. But a body on a Kauai beach pulls them into a murder investigation, sending the supernatural world into an uproar.
When Riga detects traces of magic at a murder scene, she knows she can’t ignore the call. There’s necromancy afoot, and she must prepare for the battle to come. But can Riga fight the forces of nature? Or will they destroy her and everyone she loves?

Book five in the Riga Hayworth series of paranormal mystery novels, The Elemental Detective is a fun, fast-paced urban fantasy blending romance with the supernatural, and exploring the magic of Hawaii.



The Elemental Detective
Author: Kirsten Weiss
Published December 21, 2013 by misterio press
Genre: Adult, Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Mystery
Series: Book 5 in the Riga Hayworth series of paranormal mystery novels
Word count: 70,647
Available for review: ePub/Nook, mobi/Kindle, PDF, paperback
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Blurb:
Mermaids, menehunes, and murder.
Riga Hayworth just wants to relax with her new husband on their Hawaiian honeymoon. But a body on a Kauai beach pulls them into a murder investigation, sending the supernatural world into an uproar.
When Riga detects traces of magic at a murder scene, she knows she can’t ignore the call. There’s necromancy afoot, and she must prepare for the battle to come. But can Riga fight the forces of nature? Or will they destroy her and everyone she loves?
Book five in the Riga Hayworth series of paranormal mystery novels, The Elemental Detective is a fun, fast-paced urban fantasy blending romance with the supernatural, and exploring the magic of Hawaii.



Excerpt: pages 1 – 3
The palms outside rattled like bones, awakening Riga. A warm salt breeze slipped through the open door, and shivered across her bare skin. Beside her, the mattress sagged, the bed frame creaking an accompaniment to her own, steady breathing.
One breath, rising and falling. Her breath.
Muddled by sleep, she stilled, her heart leaping with a sudden jolt of adrenaline as she understood it wasn’t her husband beside her, weighting the bed. Riga kept her breathing steady, and extended her other senses. Probing. She opened her eyes, peering through her lashes. Through the open glass door, the moon illuminated a winged figure, hunched beside her on the hotel’s bed.
“Brigitte!” Riga sat up, torn between annoyance and the panic rising in her throat. She clutched the sheet to her breasts. “What are you doing here? Where’s Donovan?”
The gargoyle shrugged, the sound of rocks grating together, and the bed shifted. “Monsieur Mosse left an hour ago,” she graveled, a French-accented Lauren Bacall. “And his whereabouts are the least of your worries.”
Riga lurched to the left and reached for the bedside lamp. Instead, her fingers found emptiness, fumbled in the dark, then touched a wooden leg, upright, seemingly supporting nothing. Where the hell had the tabletop gone? Her fingers brushed a rounded stump and it fell over with a crash. Where the hell had the lamp gone?
She swung her feet out of bed, took two steps, and bashed her shin into something hard. Riga felt along the wall and smacked the light switch, cursing. Uncomprehending, she stared. Everything but the bed had been turned upside down. Cushioned wicker chairs. Wooden table. Television… She grabbed her silk robe, draped over an upside down ottoman, and slipped it on, walked to the entertainment center. That was still upright, but the TV inside had been inverted.
Wonder leaked past her anxiety. She sniffed. A trace of magic lingered, wild like a forest glade, elemental. Fae? She regarded the creative destruction she’d slept through, and amended that thought. Stealth fae. Dammit. She fumbled the belt of her robe.
“What happened to Donovan? Where is he?” Riga’s voice sounded shrill, even to her ears.
“Your husband left of his own accord.”
“Alone?” Riga motioned toward the mess. No, it couldn’t be happening again. Not another run-in with the faery world. Not here. Not now. “Did you see who—”
Brigitte’s stone-feathered head reared backwards. “I do not spy!”
“But you saw Donovan leave.”
“And then I waited by ze rocks until you woke up.”
You woke me up.”
The gargoyle picked at her feathers. “I grew bored, and the sun will rise soon, and we have much to discuss.”
The diamond on Riga’s finger glinted, and she rubbed the back of her wedding rings with her thumb. She and Donovan hadn’t yet adjusted to island time, and both were rising well before daybreak. Donovan had probably woken up while she was sleeping and grown restless, hadn’t wanted to wake her. Of course he was safe. It couldn’t be happening again. That would be stretching the bounds of… She worked the knot on her robe. He was safe.
She swallowed, despising the remnants of fear that made her muscles twitch, and flipped her emotions to anger. Anger was simpler.



About the Author:
Kirsten Weiss is the author of the Riga Hayworth paranormal mystery series: The Metaphysical Detective, The Alchemical Detective, The Shamanic Detective, The Infernal Detective, and The Elemental Detective.
Kirsten worked overseas for nearly fourteen years, in the fringes of the former USSR and deep in the Afghan war zone.  Her experiences abroad not only gave her glimpses into the darker side of human nature, but also sparked an interest in the effects of mysticism and mythology, and how both are woven into our daily lives.
Now based in San Mateo, CA, she writes paranormal mysteries, blending her experiences and imagination to create a vivid world of magic and mayhem.
Kirsten has never met a dessert she didn’t like, and her guilty pleasures are watching Ghost Whisperer reruns and drinking good wine. 
You can connect with Kirsten through the social media sites below, and if the mood strikes you, send her an e-mail at kirsten_weiss2001@yahoo.com

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Audrey's Guide to Witchcraft: The Virtual Tour and Giveaway




Audrey's Guide to Witchcraft                  
Audrey's Guides Book 1
Jody Gehrman

Genre: YA paranormal romance      
Publisher: Magic Genie Books

ISBN: 978-0615658445
ASIN: B008G7L6TS

Number of pages: 295
Word Count: 97800
Cover Artist: David Wolf

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Book Description:

Falling in love, baking a magical cake, fighting an evil necromancer—it’s all in a day’s work for Audrey Oliver, seventeen-year-old witch-in-training. When her mother goes missing and her mysterious "cousin" shows up out of the blue, Audrey knows something’s gone horribly, dangerously wrong. Now it’s up to her to get her own magical powers up to speed before everyone she loves is destroyed by the sorcerer intricately connected to her mother’s secret past. 




The perfume of scorched sugar conjured my Mom’s face again, her eyes bright, her lips curved into a proud smile. We’d baked together a lot over the years. She was the one who taught me to use a culinary torch back when I could barely see over the counter. As I
watched, the memory of her happy face morphed, her mouth opening in a scream, her eyes going wide with horror. I shivered.

“Your turn.” Bridget handed me the torch.

I took it from her. The flame sprang to life when I pushed the button; I adjusted the intensity with the dial, turning it up just slightly. Bending over the nearest custard, I focused my attention, letting the room disappear around me. The top layer of superfine
sugar quickly transformed as I touched the flame to it. White powder became dark, bubbling beads. Soon the whole surface started to darken, oozing a rich satiny brown.

Mesmerized, I watched the sugar transform into something else, something molten.

From under the surface of the custard, a slow movement began. At first I thought it was just bubbling slightly from the heat, but then I felt my stomach clench in fear and I knew something bizarre was happening. The yellowish custard roiled under the layer of
liquefied sugar. Gradually, beneath the steady kiss of my blue flame, a face began to take form. The darkened sugar gave way as the pale features took shape. At first I could only make out a faint outline, but then it sprang out at me, eyes and nose and mouth bulging up from the custard like a swimmer emerging from the depths of an opaque sea.

“Ack!” I yanked the torch away so abruptly I almost burned Bridget, who hovered at my side.

Bridget spoke softly, almost reverently. “What was that?”

“I don’t know!” With panicky fingers I turned off the torch and set it down. 

“Did you see it?”

“I saw something.”

“Oh, god.” I darted a look at Mrs. Jackson, who thankfully had her hands full keeping a couple pimply-faced sophomore boys from using their kitchen torches as light-sabers. 

“It looked like—didn’t it—wasn’t there a—?”

“A face?” Bridget said. “Yeah. What’s up with that?”

I covered my mouth with one trembling hand, afraid to answer her. The scariest part was that I hadn’t just seen a face, I’d seen the face, the same blue-eyed man that had been haunting me all morning.

Bridget stared fixedly at the custard. “You can still kind of see it—like the Jesus face on that tortilla.”

“What Jesus face?”

“You know, the miracle tortilla.”

A nervous, slightly hysterical laugh escaped me. I covered my mouth and studied the custard. I had no idea what miracle she referred to, but she was right about one thing; you could still see a man’s face etched into the caramelized sugar. The singed caramel coating outlined high cheekbones and fine, angular features. I knew I’d never seen him before, yet something about that face felt hauntingly familiar.

Bridget suddenly got all excited. “Maybe he’s a being from another dimension trying to contact you.”

I snorted. Here it was! I’d been right to keep it from her earlier. 

“If you say so.”

“You’re so cynical. How can magic ever find you if you won’t let it in?”

“Put that on a bumper sticker.”



Witchy Earth Mamas Rule, But I'm Not There Yet
by Jody Gehrman

As a native of Northern California, I've known many new age mystics and earth mama types, some of whom practiced witchcraft. I've dabbled in spells and ceremonies some myself--just basic stuff--so it felt like the right topic to explore in my writing. In Audrey's Guide to Witchcraft I mixed what I know about real witches with a fictional world where their power could be even more startling. There's an amazing force running through nature, and the idea of tapping that fascinates me.

As an aspiring witch, though, I feel terrible about my total lack of skill with plants. It seems like a pretty essential part of any respectable witch's skill set, right? I want to be an earthy, witchy woman—I really do! I fantasize about dawning my floaty sundress, my moon amulet, and waltzing among the flowers, letting dragonflies and finches alight on my shoulder. The problem is, I’m a witch reject. Let’s face it: I kill things.

Seriously. Take one look at my famished houseplants and you’ll understand I’m no goddess of plants. I get distracted. I forget they need water. I’m too preoccupied spinning worlds inside my head to feed myself sometimes, let alone feed the flora around me.

I long to have a garden like a proper witch--one that is carefully tended, pleasing to all the senses. It’s just that I’m not there yet. The garden of my dreams is lush and fertile, but so far I can only grow things on the page, not in the earth. Someday, maybe my real yard will look like the one in my imagination.

But don't hold your breath.

Overall:

This book grabbed me from the first page. The high school experience is horrible, as most are and I could feel Audrey's pain as she tried to cope with the resident evil queen bee. When she slung a zot her way, I cheered. Yes. Out loud. I did. 

This is the reason you like a book. It resonates with something inside you. In this case the witchy aspect of the book was of course, right up my alley. The recipe for creme brulee was helpful too. Mine always comes out with eggy little lumps in it. Maybe now that I know I am supposed to wait before I add the two sets of ingredients together, there will be hope. *grin*

The plot for the book was great and hummed along. Who was the stranger on the crisped sugar coating? (love that) and where did Audrey's Mom go? Why was she obsessing about it all day at school? All of these are an awesome way to hook a reader and I was hooked. 

Great read for a teen audience or above. I will be keeping this author on my watch list. Loved the voice and that is the key to my heart!

4.5/5
 




Author Bio:
Jody Gehrman is the author of seven novels and numerous plays. Audrey's Guide to Witchcraft is her most recent Young Adult novel. Her other Young Adult novels include Babe in Boyland, Confessions of a Triple Shot Betty, and Triple Shot Bettys in Love, (Penguin's Dial Books). Babe in Boyland has recently been optioned by the Disney Channel and won the International Reading Association's Teen Choice Award. Her adult novels are Notes from the Backseat, Tart, and Summer in the Land of Skin (Red Dress Ink). Her plays have been produced in Ashland, New York, San Francisco, Chicago and L.A. She and her partner David Wolf won the New Generation Playwrights Award for their one-act, Jake Savage, Jungle P.I. She is a professor of English at Mendocino College.



Tourwide giveaway: US only of one print copy of the book.