Sunday, October 30, 2016

Five Facts about Samhain--#Sundayblogshare #Samhain #Samhain2016

 
 
Samhain (or Halloween) is one of my favorite holidays. I always loved dressing up. I've been Alice in Wonderland...a witch, an angel, a vampire. Even Princess Leia!

Since I've gotten a little older, every year about this time I find myself revisiting the stories around Samhain. By now, most of you have heard the accepted stories about Samhain, how it's night when the veil's thinnest, how it's the Celtic new year. Well...


According to the lore, there's no doubt Samhain was important.

What we do know is the Celts would hold their most important Tribal meetings at this time of year. And the lore itself bears this out. For instance, in "The Sick Bed of Cuchulainn" we find this at the very opening:

"EVERY year the men of Ulster were accustomed to hold festival together; and the time when they held it was for three days before Samhain, the Summer-End, and for three days after that day, and upon Samhain itself."

So they definitely saw it as the end of summer. Many a time when a fae being or god crosses into our world, it's at Samhain.

In the story of Nera, a mischievous soul asks the hero Nera to "put a rope around the foot of a hanged criminal" The ghost then wakes up and asks Nera for a drink. EEP!!!

So supernatural mischief, yes. Important day, yes. New year? Well.... some sources say yes, some sources don't mention new year in conjunction with it at all. Whatever the ancient Celts really thought about Samhain, we'll never know. But they left us with what has become a day of fun.


Foods of Samhain
  I thought I'd send you off with a little feast. Some sources say Pigs were slaughtered to give to the kings as tribute. So definitely pigs formed some portion of Samhain feasts. Some sources I read suggest pomegranates are good to eat on this night, however…. Remember Persephone. I think I’d stay away from the pomegranates, if I were you!

Apples were bit, too. Apples were considered a food of the Otherworld. For instance, in the Irish epic poem  The Voyage of Bran, about the god-king's journey into the Otherworld, a woman comes from the Otherworld and offers a apple branch (silver, no less!) to Bran. With this, he sets off on his journey.


Peeling an apple was used as a divination tool: The longer the peel, the longer the person doing the peeling would live. They were cored and candied and baked, for the Samhain revelers' feasts,
Also, pour a libation (of apple juice?) for loved ones who've passed, esp. if you've lost a few this year (I have, alas!)

(*it's hard to say whether Samhain was a holiday outside the British isles. I'd have to do more research on it to answer that question!)


So, there you go. A few little facts about Samhain. And if you do invite your Ancestors in tonight? Do leave them a little feast, perhaps on a little plate on your altar. They will be hungry! Have a wonderful Samhain.

What are you planning for the festival?
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Friday, October 28, 2016

Ready for a little #MagickalSamhain fun! #giveaways #freebies


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I hope y'all are having a good day. I've been working on a couple new things--aside from promoting Lady of the Tarot, and so running up against several deadlines.

(Hehe, dead... is there are a less mundane reason they're called that?? *deedoodeedoo* Sorry. Need coffee!)

I just wanted to remind you  I'm participating in a Facebook event this week called A Magickal Samhain. I'm scheduled for tonight, October 28 at 6-7:30PM and will have some witchy information, some bits and bobs about my writing, a special giveaway that, right now, will be exclusive to the event. My fellow authors are scheduled and posting throughout the day and weekend. The url is: https://www.facebook.com/events/212026942547190/

The list of other authors involved is long,  great paranormal/fantasy/pnr authors all: Ash Krafton, Marsha A. Moore, April Aasheim, PNR author Debbie Herbert, Catherine Stine, fantasy and PNR author Nicole Zoltack, fantasy author Karin Gastreich, Supernatural Urban Fantasy author Kade Cook, l'il ole me, of course, and many more. All are providing fun hunts, info and most importantly, freebies, goodies, and giveaways (the giveaways will end at the end of this event, [November 1st, 2016]). So hurry on over when you can! There are lots of good reads to tempt you! See you there!
 
 
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Juli D. Revezzo is the author of the MOURNING DOVE LOCKET, the latest in the Antique Magic paranormal series, also the Celtic Stewards Chronicles fantasy romance series, as well as the Gothic romance LADY OF THE TAROT. Her books are available at Amazon and elsewhere.

Monday, October 24, 2016

Haven of Evil by Melvin Rivers--Bewitching Book Tours--paranormal #horror



It's my pleasure today to introduce you to horror author, Melvin Rivers. He's just released his latest book and since we're getting closer to Halloween (*rubs hands gleefully*)I asked him here to tell y'all a little about his love of Halloween, how he celebrates, and to share a little about his new paranormal horror novel HAVEN OF EVIL. Take it away, Melvin!





Halloween begins on October 31 of every year. It’s the day kids get dressed in costumes and go door to door saying “trick or treat” with the hope of receiving some goodies. As for myself, Halloween begins on the first day of October.  I enjoy celebrating this holiday all month long. I head to the market and buy pumpkins, curve scary faces into them and sat them in my yard. From there I go to dollar stores and even bigger retail stores and purchase things such as plastic skeletons, coffins, and other props such as witches and vampires. I put these items in my yard next to the jack o lanterns. 

Once my displays are finished, I sat on my porch and watch the neighbors marveling at the sight. Also the Halloween season, is the time when leaves change colors from green to orange and the weather get a tad cooler. This is the perfect setting to read my favorite horror novels by my favorite authors. There’s nothing like sitting on the porch on a cool brisk day eating a bowl of popcorn reading a scary book in front of the Halloween display while orange leaves fall off the trees onto the ground.

Although the Christmas season has classic movies such as It's a Wonderful Life,” Miracle on 34th Street,” and Christmas in Connecticut,” movies shown during the Halloween season aren’t too shady either. Every night during the Halloween season, I stay glued to my TV enjoying movies such as “Dracula,” “The Wolfman,” and of course John Carpenter’s classic “Halloween.”

The season is a great time to visit haunted things. All season long haunted attractions such as houses, museums, and cemeteries are at their peak. There is always a supposedly haunted place (or perhaps a real haunted place) to visit during this time of the year.
Finally, during the last day of the Halloween season on October 31, I passed out candy to the little witches, vampires, and angels that come knocking on my door saying “Trick or Treat.”
When do you begin celebrating Halloween? And what do you do to celebrate it?


Haven of Evil
Melvin Rivers

Genre: Horror
 

Re-release date 10/25/16

 ISBN: 978-1494317461

ASIN: B01384ES70


Number of pages: 265

Word Count: 41,200 words

  Cover Artist: Artrocity

  Book Description:

  Haven of Evil, a book of supernatural terror, contains bone-chilling terror that is unleashed on an unsuspecting couple who moves into their new home after a flood had destroyed the old one.

  When Kevin and Sandra Wilson’s home and personal possessions were destroyed by flood waters, the couple relocated to a town called Havenville. Things started out rough when they avoided hitting a mysterious woman on the road. Later Kevin was attacked by hawks in a cemetery where a stranger rescued him. Kevin and the stranger become fast friends, but later the stranger wasn't who he had appeared to be.

  After some tragic and terrifying events Sandra goes into a murderous rage not long after Kevin finds out about an evil that dwelled inside their house--an evil that will change their lives forever.

  In this tale of horror, some will live and others will not.

  Book Trailer: https://youtu.be/QZ_pTAvuVKo

Amazon

  Excerpt:

He turned to walk back home. A woman in a black dress stood a few paces in front of him. The woman’s eyes were black marbles embedded in a sunken face. Her white hair hung down over her shoulders like spaghetti strings, and there were more cracks in her face than there were on a broken sidewalk. A foul stench seemed to follow her around – the scent of rotting meat.

Kevin grimaced and held his nose. The horrid odor clung to him like stench on a decomposed corpse. “What in the –”

“Leave that place now,” the woman’s voice gurgled.

He took a step back, fanned his nose, and spat. “You’re the woman I almost hit on the road.” He narrowed his eyes and scratched his head. “How – I mean, what in the –”

“Don’t give in to the dreams or listen to him. You can’t defeat it.” She turned and pushed her way through a hedge of high bushes to the right of the highway.

“Miss, what are you talking about?” He pinched his nose to keep the woman’s stench at bay and followed her through a stretch of woods, coming to an open field. A steep hill was not far away. “Hey, Miss, where are you?” he called, looking around. She was nowhere in sight.

She’s obviously crazy. I wonder if her family knows she’s out here. If she has family at all… he fanned his face and blew out a breath. That smell… how did it get on her?

Squawking came from somewhere above him. Kevin looked up to see hawks circling the area as if they owned it.

Kevin started up the hill when a hawk swooped down. He ducked. The bird soared past him and came up squawking, wings flapping and beak open. Kevin covered his face with his arms and ran. The animal’s talons, long and sharp, reached for his arms. Kevin sidestepped to the right and caught hold of a wing. He hurled the hawk with all his strength. The bird fluttered wildly before flying away.

He sat and breathed heavily while watching the sky in case the hawk came back. After resting, he climbed the hill and surveyed the view. There was, on the other side of the hill, a cemetery – the biggest he had ever seen. Headstones, grave markers, and crosses spread out over at least five-hundred acres. He descended the hill for a better view. Something snapped and he fell.

“Oh, shit!” he screamed. He clenched his jaw against the pain and fought to keep back tears. He pried the mouth of an animal trap from his leg and staggered to his feet, managing to limp a few feet before falling again. He winced in pain.

A hawk flew down and perched on a headstone.

I’m going to die only a few yards from a cemetery. At least they won’t have to carry me far.

The bird raised a wing as if it was ready to attack.

“No, I’m going to fight. I refuse to die out here,” Kevin said under his breath. He struggled to his feet. A knife-stabbing ache went through his leg. He went down on one knee. He slowly shook his head back and forth. “Must go on.” He got to his feet and glanced at the headstone. The hawk was gone. He hobbled to the hill.

I can make it if I crawl. A shadow loomed and covered the area in front of him. He heard heavy breathing from somewhere nearby. He stood still, balancing his weight on the uninjured leg. Something began snarling. He turned around slowly. Two menacing black eyes stared into his.


  About the Author:

  Melvin Rivers was inspired to write horror by imitating the writers of his favorite horror comics many years ago. As he grew older the works of Bram Stoker, Edgar Allan Poe, H.P. Lovecraft, and of course Stephen King grabbed his attention.

  Melvin Rivers was born in the town of Luxora, Arkansas, and grew up in Memphis, Tennessee. He received a degree in Journalism from the University of Iowa. He lives in Cedar Rapids Iowa with his wife, dog and two cats. When he is not writing or surfing the web, he enjoys having a hot bowl of popcorn while watching his favorite horror flick on TV.


  https://www.facebook.com/Haven-of-Evil-1600674046823390/
  http://melvinrivers2.wix.com/mysite

Thanks for being with us, Melvin! And good luck with Haven of Evil. It sounds intriguing!

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Secrets of Yden by Suzanne G. Rogers • Pre-Order

Sharing this for a fantastic writer and a good friend of mine:
 
Preorder Secrets of Yden
 
 
I love this series. Suzanne's YDEN series is a YA (teen) fantasy and the best one I've read in a long time. You can see more about what Suzanne has to say about Secrets of Yden on her blog here.
 
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Juli D. Revezzo is the author of the MOURNING DOVE LOCKET, the latest in the Antique Magic paranormal series, also the Celtic Stewards Chronicles fantasy romance series, as well as the Gothic romance LADY OF THE TAROT. Her books are available at Amazon and elsewhere.

Giveaway winner

The entries have been tallies and... I have chosen my winner. Congrats, Naching N.! There's an emailing winging your way.
 
 
 
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Juli D. Revezzo is the author of the MOURNING DOVE LOCKET, the latest in the Antique Magic paranormal series, also the Celtic Stewards Chronicles fantasy romance series, as well as the Gothic romance LADY OF THE TAROT. Her books are available at Amazon and elsewhere.

Sunday, October 16, 2016

This week and a blog hop. #SundayBlogShare

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Sunday Post was conceived by Kimberly at Caffeinated Book Reviewer.


So, this week, I spent some time working on a new book--starring Caitlin. I'm having fun with it, so far but time will tell what its length will be. With the Antique Magic series, I've gone a little loose with expected titles as it seems to just keep shelling out the ideas. I'm hopeful with this manuscript, as I was with MOURNING DOVE LOCKET when it popped into my head. *knock on wood*

Also this week I took part in the #OctoberFrights blog hop, found some great new blogs and writer/blogger friends and added a few blog posts to the mix myself.

And I picked up a few books.

 


Struck by Clarissa Johal

Which I found via the hop, and 
Tapas, Carrot Cake and a Corpse (A Charlotte Denver Cozy Mystery, Culinary Cozy Mystery Book 1) by Sherri Bryan


I did a take a few pictures this week. A pretty sunset, that I saw while driving that, by the time I got parked and out of the car, moved behind a cloud. *sigh*

sunset by Juli D. Revezzo
 Went from bright pink to dull gray blue. But at least I got to see it.

Also a little factoid related to my Gothic novel Lady of the Tarot, today is the anniversary of the beheading of Marie Antoinette, in 1793 during the French Revolution.

So... hail the queen, as my grandmother used to say (except she meant Elizabeth, but it fits)!

Blog posts for the week:
October Frights Blog hop final and a giveaway. (The giveaway ends tomorrow, if you'd like to put your name in the hat--tonight at midnight, I'd say. Because rafflecopter has tricked me before.)
a blog post about my zombie novelette being free (which it isn't anymore so...read the post if you like, but the freebie day is over.)
A guest post by fantasy and paranormal romance author Marsha A. Moore about her Witch's Cursed Cabin sale.
And a post about her new book Blood Ice and Oak Moon.
And finally, the hop's first day article, When is Death not Death.
 
 
So, how was your week? 
 
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Juli D. Revezzo is the author of the MOURNING DOVE LOCKET, the latest in the Antique Magic paranormal series, also the Celtic Stewards Chronicles fantasy romance series, as well as the Gothic romance LADY OF THE TAROT. Her books are available at Amazon and elsewhere.

Saturday, October 15, 2016

October Frights Blog Hop final day and a quick giveaway. #OctoberFrights #giveaway


2016 October Frights Blog Hop - October 10-15th #paranormal #horror #giveaways

Today's the last day of the hop. Thanks everyone for yesterday.I spent it on Twitter following and chatting with some great people. I hope all of you who got Bicycle Requiem, (my zombie story) during its free run  like it. :)

 I have a final bit of freaky for you. Over on my Patreon account, I have a brand new horror flash fiction posted, "Mandy's Doll". If you'd like to support an artist, you can donate at my Patreon page here and gain access to the story.

Also before you scamper away, I have a little giveaway for you: If you'd like an as-yet unpublished fantasy short short story, please fill out the Rafflecopter below.

a Rafflecopter giveaway

(or if it doesn't show up, you'll find it at the link here.)

The story I'm giving away is a secondary world fantasy about a spoiled brat prince who gets himself into some trouble and comes to the village witch for help. :))

(secondary world fantasy because, yes, new readers, I write all kinds of things. So long as there's some supernatural or fantasy element, my muse is happy. :) My first stories were secondary world fantasy stories...but I digress...)

The giveaway ends 10/17/2016.

Even though the event's over, the Halloween season is not, so, have fun, y'all. Be safe. And stay tuned! There's more freaky stuff coming. For you Antique Magic fans, I don't want to say much and jinx myself, but something unexpected (to me, anyway) is brewing for my witches. Have a good weekend and a great Halloween!

And don't forget to visit the rest of the hop participants here.

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Juli D. Revezzo is the author of the MOURNING DOVE LOCKET, the latest in the Antique Magic paranormal series, also the Celtic Stewards Chronicles fantasy romance series, as well as the Gothic romance LADY OF THE TAROT. Her books are available at Amazon and elsewhere.

Friday, October 14, 2016

October Frights Blog hop-- zombie novelette--free October 14th only!


2016 October Frights Blog Hop - October 10-15th #paranormal #horror #giveaways

As part of the October Frights Blog hop I thought I'd treat y'all to some scares. :) To that end, My zombie novelette "Bicycle Requiem", is free today (October 14th) at Amazon! Would you like to check it out? The story is as follows:

Bicycle Requiem by Juli D. Revezzo, zombie novelette
On the way home from a draining night of work, Theodora (called Teddy by her friends) finds herself guilty of something she’d never dreamed: a hit and run that results in a child’s death.
 

Wracked with guilt, Teddy hides her secret, carrying on as if nothing happened, but when the victim’s zombie returns, bringing along her own kind of disturbing justice, Teddy learns innocent little Mara isn’t exactly what she seemed.
 

And Teddy wonders, would jail be better than eternity with the vengeful girl’s accusing spectre.
 

Is it a small price to pay–and for what? 

Again, if you'd like to check it out, it's free today only on Amazon. Get your copy there!

Juli D. Revezzo is the author of the MOURNING DOVE LOCKET, the latest in the Antique Magic paranormal series, also the Celtic Stewards Chronicles fantasy romance series, as well as the Gothic romance LADY OF THE TAROT. Her books are available at Amazon and elsewhere.

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

This Halloween, would you dare to visit Coon Hollow Coven's haunted carriage house? -- paranormal romance by Marsha A. Moore, on #sale

Once again, we welcome back our friend, Marsha A. Moore, whose paranormal romance novel Witch's Cursed Cabin is on sale this week. Do check it out.
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Witch’s Cursed Cabin: A Coon Hollow Coven Tale by Marsha A. Moore
Genre: Paranormal romance/urban fantasy
Description:
Eager to be on her own away from home, twenty-year-old Aggie Anders accepts a relative’s invitation to live in Coon Hollow Coven. Although she’s a witch from a different coven, what locals say about the Hollow confuses her. How can witchcraft there live and breathe through souls of the dead?

Aggie’s new residence in this strange southern Indiana world is a deserted homestead cabin. The property’s carriage house serves as the coven’s haunted Halloween fundraiser. It’s a great opportunity for her to make new friends, especially with the coven’s sexy new High Priest Logan.

But living in the homestead also brings Aggie enemies. Outsiders aren’t welcome. A cantankerous, old neighbor tries to frighten her off by warning her that the homestead is cursed. Local witches who practice black magic attempt to use their evil to drive Aggie away and rid their coven of her unusual powers as a sun witch.

Determined to stay and fit in, Aggie discovers not only that the cabin is cursed, but she alone is destined to break the curse before moonrise on Samhain. If she fails, neither the living nor the dead will be safe.

Purchase on Amazon for only 99 cents through October 17th: http://amzn.to/1VyO0US

Are you brave enough to visit Coon Hollow Coven’s haunted carriage house?
by Marsha A. Moore
Coon Hollow is the setting for Witch’s Cursed Cabin, the second of my series, Coon Hollow Coven Tales, and there are a lot of strange happenings going on down in the Hollow as Samhain approaches.
The Hollow is a fictitious small valley in southern Indiana, south of Bloomington. Somewhere in Brown County near Nashville and Bean Blossom, if you’re from around those parts. It’s Hoosier hill-country at its finest.
The coven was founded on strict rules of adherence to lifestyle and customs that existed at the time of the coven’s conception, in the mid-1930s. The rationale: to keep the transmission of witchcraft from one generation to the next as pure as possible. Members dress in styles of that period and drive long sleek Packards, Studebakers, and Nashes.
Several times during the year, the coven puts on magical events open to the public as charity fundraisers for their schools and eldercare. Witch’s Cursed Cabin opens with the coven preparing for their annual Halloween haunted carriage house.
Here’s an excerpt of the night when the attraction is open only to coven members. Aggie Anders has just moved to the coven and is joining Cerise’s family at the event.
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Dusk was changing to night, the gloaming time as I called it, with the sky ribboned in bands of blue-grays and inky purples. As we ascended the small hill that separated the two cabins, I pulled my hood over my head.

On the other side, a group of black forms mingled outside, perhaps fifty, but the dim light made counting difficult. I glanced down at my jeans, happy the blue color wasn’t too noticeable. A chilling scream that seemed to come from the cabin’s roof made me gawk, wide-eyed.

A hush spread over the crowd, and hoods turned upward toward the tall gable above the front door. Another scream pierced the air, this one more like the chilling, long wail of a banshee, which I knew signaled approaching death. And another shriek, as two dark shapes emerged from behind the chimney. One began the dreadful cry once again, while the other leered at those on the ground.

Little Bud tugged on his dad’s arm and whimpered.

“What is this I see?” A deep male voice growled down at us. “Intruders! You’ve broken the peaceful rest of the carriage house spirits.” He gave a guttural laugh, then shinnied down a trellis at one end of the small porch. From there, he rubbed his hands together while shuffling side to side as he scanned the crowd. His ragged cape hung in shreds around his hunched shape, and his death-white face reflected what little light the twilight offered. “Since you’ve awakened the spirits, why don’t you come in and pay them a friendly visit? I’m sure they’ll be glad to welcome you.” With a menacing laugh, he turned and opened the door. “We have guests of the best kind—willing.”

A chorus of howls and yelps responded from inside, and the banshee on the roof gave a higher pitched cry.

A small girl, no more than four years old, begged for her father to carry her.

The ragged spirit pointed to a sign posted high on the porch support post. “Heed this sign well before you go inside.” It warned pregnant women and people with heart conditions to not enter. With the wave of his arm, he spun on his heel, and the crowd moved toward the entrance.
“Looks like this year’s show will be good. Every year they try to top the last,” Cerise said and pulled me behind her, while Toby herded their boys.

Inside, ghouls lurched near, guiding us up the front staircase. Real enchanted spiders dropped onto our faces, bringing plenty of squeals and some momentary lost footing on steps. While clinging to the railings to keep my balance, oozy slime gushed between my fingers. Faced with the safe scares, screams that escaped my lips immediately turned to giggles.

Live rats ran the length of the upper hall, scampering across our feet. I was glad for my stiff-toed boots, but many of the ladies wearing dress pumps jumped a couple feet. One woman landed against me, and we both fell against the wall where arms extending from paintings held us captive until we pleaded loud enough for release.

The wall hazards kept people close to the middle, regardless of the rats. At the doorway to the first bedroom, the floorboards gave way. Five or more in the line ahead dropped down a black hole, their screams reverberating after them. Bats flew up the open shoot and corralled us into the bedroom and the outstretched arms of a red-eyed goblin. His touch sent a sudden disorienting delirium through me, and I fumbled behind Cerise through a connecting hall that led into the next bedroom.

What happens to Aggie? You’ll only know if you’re brave enough to enter the coven’s haunted carriage house!


photo of fantasy author Marsha A. Moore
Author Bio:
Marsha A. Moore loves to write fantasy and paranormal romance. Much of her life feeds the creative flow she uses to weave highly imaginative tales.
The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing, as well as other pursuits of watercolor painting and drawing. She’s been a yoga enthusiast for over a decade and is a registered yoga teacher. Her practice helps weave the mystical into her writing. After a move from Toledo to Tampa in 2008, she’s happily transformed into a Floridian, in love with the outdoors where she’s always on the lookout for portals to other worlds. Marsha is crazy about cycling. She lives with her husband on a large saltwater lagoon, where taking her kayak out is a real treat. She never has enough days spent at the beach, usually scribbling away at stories with toes wiggling in the sand. Every day at the beach is magical!

Social Media Links:
Amazon author page: amazon.com/author/marshaamoore
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Juli D. Revezzo is the author of the MOURNING DOVE LOCKET, the latest in the Antique Magic paranormal series, also the Celtic Stewards Chronicles fantasy romance series, as well as the Gothic romance LADY OF THE TAROT. Her books are available at Amazon and elsewhere.

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

This Samhain visit the magical forest ravines of Marsha A. Moore’s Coon Hollow Coven

I'm pleased to welcome my friend and a fantastic fantasy author, Marsha A. Moore to my little home. She's got a brand new book out in her popular Coon Hollow Coven series, and since we love witches and their stories around here, I invited her to tell us a little about it.
 



This Samhain visit the magical forest ravines of Marsha A. Moore’s Coon Hollow Coven

Thank you, Juli for allowing me to invite your readers down to the Hollow. Autumn is the right time to pay a visit to Coon Hollow Coven set in the dark, woodsy ravines of Southern Indiana with these two books: Blood Ice & Oak Moon, a new release and Witch’s Cursed Cabin, a chilling-good tale Samhain tale now on sale for 99 cents.

Blood Ice & Oak Moon is a newly released Coon Hollow Coven Tale by Marsha A. Moore
Genre: Paranormal romance
Description:
Esme Underhill is about to discover a darkness hidden inside her that could destroy her chance for independence and possibly kill her.

Esme’s mother took her young daughter away from Southern Indiana’s Coon Hollow Coven to prevent her from learning about the unusual witchcraft she had inherited. When Esme is twenty-seven, her beloved Grammy Flora passes away and leaves her property in the Hollow to her granddaughter. With this opportunity to remake her life and gain independence, Esme attempts to emulate Grammy Flora as a wildwood mystic who relies on the hedge world of faeries to locate healing herbs. But fae are shrewd traders. When they open their world to her, she must meet the unknown malevolence of her birthright.

Thayne, the handsome king of the fae Winter Court, faces his own struggle to establish autonomy as a new regent. He is swept into the tempest of Esme’s unfolding powers, a dangerous threat to his court. His sworn duty is to protect his people, despite Esme’s beauty and allure, which tear at his resolve.

Both Esme’s and Thayne’s dreams of personal freedom are lost…unless they can trust each other and overcome surmounting dangers.


Series description:

The Coon Hollow Coven Tales series is about a coven of witches in a fictitious southern Indiana community, south of Bloomington, the neck of the woods where Marsha A. Moore spent her favorite childhood years surrounded by the love of a big family. The books are rich with a warm Hoosier down-home feel. There are interesting interactions between coven members and locals from the nearby small town of Bentbone. If magic wasn’t enough of a difference between the two groups, the coven folk adhere to the 1930s lifestyle that existed when the coven formed. 

A note to readers: ALL THE COON HOLLOW COVEN TALES NOVELS CAN BE READ AS STAND ALONE BOOKS. The series is about one community, and its residents may pass in and out of various books, but each book has its own unique and special story to be told.




Excerpt:




Dear Miss Rebecca Esmeralda Underhill,

Please accept our deepest sympathies concerning the loss of your grandmother, Flora Esmeralda Freestone. She was much loved and well-respected in our community.

As per her documented wishes, the ownership of her property on 10510 East Lost Branch Run passes to you. This transfer has been filed in our office. At the request of High Priest Logan Dennehy, all council members have voted to reinstate you as a member of Coon Hollow Coven after your absence of twenty years.

However, despite Coon Hollow Coven being your birthplace, a majority indicated the lapsed time was sufficient cause to withhold transfer of Ms. Freestone’s ceremonial standing to you, which customarily would accompany a property transference to blood kin of adult age. For explanation of how you may attain ceremonial approval in your name, please visit the council office at 50013 Owls Tail Creek Road.

Enclosed, please find pamphlets describing the expected dress and personal property code of our coven, which adheres to the time period in which the coven was founded in 1935. This is to best protect our witchcraft traditions.

Sincerely,
Nathan Wells
Coon Hollow Coven Council, secretary

Esme’s gaze fixed on the words that acknowledged her as the property owner. She’d never lived alone. First her mom, then a roommate and finally Doug. Esme’s shoulders straightened and chest lifted with strength and independence at the thought of owning her own place. But, why wasn’t she approved for ceremonial status? Her hands gripped the edge of the table, knuckles whitening, and her heart raced. It’s not fair. I won’t be accepted as a healer. Only children not yet graduated from the coven’s secondary school were kept from participating fully in ceremonies. Esme loved learning the ways of a hedge witch and helped Gram every summer from grade school through college. Fascinated with tending Gram’s plants, Esme even studied botany in college.

The research company she worked for had already accepted her request to work offsite and study mystic plants…at the stipulation she be reduced to part-time. She needed work here as a healer to supplement her income. She’d assumed incorrectly that her experience with Gram and college studies would’ve qualified her as an accepted healer. Her standing in the coven would be important to patrons, all except Gram’s closest friends who knew Esme well. An attempt at independence seemed bound to fail before she started.

Her gaze drifted to the name used in the letter’s greeting. She hadn’t seen her full name in print for decades. It didn’t even appear on her birth certificate, which labeled her as Rebecca E. Underhill, one of the many things her mother insisted upon. Mother wanted nothing to do with the coven or witchcraft and said, “Esmeralda sounds too much like a witch. No need to encourage the darkness out.” Grudgingly, she accepted her own mother’s middle name for her child to uphold custom. Esme never understood Mother’s view since Gram was well-respected for her kind and gentle strength by all who knew her.

To Esme’s Indianapolis friends, she was Becky. Only her mother addressed her as Rebecca. But inside, she was Esme. Gram had always called her that, or Esmeray in carefree moments. Her middle name suited the mystic inside Esme, something Gram must have known. If only Esme could use Gram’s last name Freestone. Underhill felt like a lead weight.

Esme set the letter aside and paced the length of the rag runner through the small kitchen. Frustration wound her along a circular track through the sitting room, to her closet-sized guest room, and back. The space was too small to work answers out of her tangled mind. On the second pass, she sank onto the goose down comforter of Gram’s iron bed. Billowing fluff sheltered her from the problems. Gram’s linens, scented with homegrown lavender and rose sleep liniment, comforted Esme and tugged on her eyelids.

She forced her eyes open and pushed herself up and off the bed. Hiding wasn’t the way to begin this fresh start in life. She’d done enough kowtowing to stronger wills, letting Doug and her mother run over her. At the back door, she paused long enough to grab a rain parka and pulled it on as she strode outside.

Gram’s cat, Dove, zipped alongside with a sharp meow, slipping out before the door closed. Esme smiled, grateful the tomcat kept Gram company during her illness. She’ doted on the smoky blue stray that happened into her garden one early fall afternoon and never left. Gram swore he was an omen and chose his name ‘cause of his white-winged breast patch. She used to say, “One day soon my spirit will fly on those outspread wings, and together Dove and me we’ll roam the wooded hills.” Gram loved those hills. Thinking about the hills drew Esme to gather Dove and head outside.

Ice still peppered down, adding more layers to the spiky crystalline grass blades. A breeze blew at Esme’s back. She allowed the wind to guide her toward the woods behind the cabin. At the trailhead, ice coating the bittersweet vine berries glistened the same shade of blue she’d rubbed from Dove’s coat. Alert to the strange color, she followed a line of branches dangling sky blue icicles, each one more fanciful and richer in hue than the last. A beautiful play of light, ranging from cerulean to ultramarine. Even worth the chill at her ankles, which were bare in her cropped jeans.

Whenever Esme paused to marvel at the colored icicles, Dove pawed them and then dodged when they dropped.

Minutes later and deeper in the forest, the ice pelted heavier, and Esme reached for the hood of her raincoat. Strands of hair fell forward, woven with frozen ultramarine threads. The same purplish tint coated twigs along the path. Light from the sky reached this far into the woods since all but the oak trees had lost their leaves. The unusual color couldn’t be caused by light refraction. She’d never seen any rain, sleet, or snow like this, not even in the Hollow. Grammy had taught her a little about omens. Was this a sign?

Esme scurried along the trail, sliding at times and spotting richer and deeper shades of purple and red-violets. At the far side of the woodlot, iris-hued spider webs clung to berry brambles. She gasped at the beauty. Tempted to touch, she extended a hand but at the last instant resisted.
A deep groan echoed from the adjoining property ahead.

She snatched her hand back and scanned for some god of nature angry at her ruinous attempt. Grappling for Dove, Esme crouched behind a thicket.

The cat gave a single hiss, then clung to her leg.

In the distance, a big middle-aged man, both tall and wide, staggered behind a shed, dragging a long, clumsy load wrapped and tied into a blanket. His balding head snapped in her direction, eyes wide and face blanched gray-white. “Who’s there?” His booming voice sliced the delicate webs from their branches. Crimson freezing rain assaulted both trail and yard.

Esme froze, afraid to move and attract his attention. Her heart, drumming against her ribs, threatened to give her away. She wanted to run home. But if the colored ice omen was meant for her, she needed to stay and learn its meaning. Could the man see the omen?

Thankfully, her cover must’ve fooled Baldy. He resumed lugging the limp bundle, and didn’t seem affected by the magical ice.

From between the tangle of branches, Esme studied him.

His wet, black shirt clung to his round belly. Blood-red ice coated his load, tracing the outline of a human body. Smaller than his, probably a female. Was she dead? Of natural causes? Or had he murdered her? The thought wrapped around Esme’s breath and trapped it deep in her lungs. Her legs twitched. Gaze riveted on Baldy, she positioned to bolt from potential danger.

He rolled the body into a depression Esme couldn’t see.

She leaned to one side, bracing herself with a hand on the ground.

Over what looked like a freshly dug grave, Baldy grunted as he shoveled and kicked dirt and large rocks. Clumps of red clung to long strands of his comb-over, now hanging along one ear. Was it ice or real blood?

Dove huddled closer, and Gram’s voice from years ago spoke in Esme’s mind. “Blood ice is stained with revenge.”

Crimson liquid dripped from the man’s eyes and fell from grimacing jowls. The face of a demon.


photo of fantasy author Marsha A. Moore
Author Bio:
Marsha A. Moore loves to write fantasy and paranormal romance. Much of her life feeds the creative flow she uses to weave highly imaginative tales.
The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing, as well as other pursuits of watercolor painting and drawing. She’s been a yoga enthusiast for over a decade and is a registered yoga teacher. Her practice helps weave the mystical into her writing. After a move from Toledo to Tampa in 2008, she’s happily transformed into a Floridian, in love with the outdoors where she’s always on the lookout for portals to other worlds. Marsha is crazy about cycling. She lives with her husband on a large saltwater lagoon, where taking her kayak out is a real treat. She never has enough days spent at the beach, usually scribbling away at stories with toes wiggling in the sand. Every day at the beach is magical!
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