Tuesday, March 16, 2021

The Book Junkie Reads . . . Interview with  . . .

How would you describe you style of writing to someone that has never read your work?

If you like character-driven stories that are also funny and something you’ve never seen before, I’m the author for you.


What mindset or routine do you feel the need to set when preparing to write (in general whether you are working on a project or just free writing)?

I have set times during the day when I write. I also need my music to write or my brain gets stupid angry, which I think is my misophonia being its usual fickle self. But the most important stage is walking my dog before. While she’s waddling along behind smelling every lump of dirt, I try to plan out the upcoming scene I have to write.


Do you have a character that you have been working on for a long time that still isn't quite ready, but fills you with excitement to work on the story?

I never feel like I know a character until I write them. I can toy with their backstories and characteristics in my head all day long. But I don’t really get them until I put them in a situation and see what happens.

Have you found yourself bonding with any particular character(s)? If so which one(s)?

I can’t reveal much as it’d be total spoilers for Claw. Let’s just say that I wound up breaking a character for more than I anticipated to the point I found I had to do a book from their POV and give them time to heal. It’s a mindset that can be very hard to leave and I feel for the character.

Can you share your next creative project(s)? If yes, can you give a few details?

I just finished the first draft on a book I had my readers help me with. All I said was that I’d be writing an M/M Hallmark Christmas romance and they came back with an antique dealer traveling to a small town where he meets a lumberjack who’s an old friend. They pick out a Christmas tree together and attend a Christmas festival.

What are some of your writing/publishing goals for this year?

After 2020 and 2021 not looking any better, I told myself it was okay if I could only get four books out. Claw is number two and I have the next two in the Coven of Desire series lined up.

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Monday, March 8, 2021

A Cat for Troy by Allie McCormack



A Cat for Troy
Wishes and Dreams 
Book Three
Allie McCormack

Genre:  Paranormal Romance
Date of Publication:  March 4, 2021
ISBN: 9798580580678
Number of pages: 400 
Word Count: 107,000
Cover Artist:  Dar Albert

Tagline:  Troy’s new roommate was loving, demanding ,possessive, sometimes even bad tempered. But he loved her anyway. After all, she was just a cat. Wasn’t she?

Book Description:  

Veterinarian Troy Shelton has no idea what he's letting himself in for when he rescues a friend's cat from the shelter after a dog attack. The friendly but demanding calico soon has Troy and his pregnant collie wrapped around her furry paw. But strange things begin happening in Troy's home when he’s away, and he could almost think someone else was living there besides him.

Torn and hurting, Katerina appreciates Troy's gentle care. She also appreciates his strong form and handsome face as much as the way he cuddles her. She's trapped in her cat form until her wounds heal, but once she's well again she finds herself oddly reluctant to resume her human form and life away from Troy. But someone else is interested in Troy, and that someone else has already tried to kill Cat once.


“You did that on purpose,” Troy accused, looking up from where he knelt on hands and knees to look under the sofa for more cardboard.

She gave him her best wide-eyed “who, me?” look, and blinked lovingly at him.

“I know you like to play,” he told her. “I saw you in the yard that day. There’s got to be something you’ll play with.”

Ho-hum. She stretched, and yawned in his face.

Finally one day Troy came into the house with a satisfied grin on his face. “I’ve got it!” He dug in his pocket, and pulled out a slim cylinder. “You’re a tough nut to crack, but I bet this one does it.”

He held the gizmo in his hand, and suddenly a small red light appeared on the floor by her paws. Oh, no! Not one of those laser pointers. Like she was going to chase a dumb spot of light all over the place and wear herself out. He didn’t really expect her to chase that, did he?

Troy pointed it around the floor, back and forth, the light dancing about her feet. She watched it. Back and forth. Back and forth. Her tail twitched. Oops, nope! She was so not going to chase that thing. But it danced closer. Closer. Suddenly it bounced onto her paw and then off again. Okay, that was it! She pounced on the little red thing, then darted here and there after it. It disappeared into dark recesses of the hallway and she crept forward on her belly, every sense alert. It was there somewhere, hiding. There it was! She pounced, with a scrabble of paws on the wood floor. Ah-hah!! She’d show it!

Up onto the sofa she chased the tiny red light, then watched, whiskers a-quiver, as it traveled up the wall, just out of her reach. It came down, slowly, slowly, then suddenly flashed to the side. She was halfway across the living room after it when she suddenly remembered... oh, wait! She was chasing a stupid light!

She sat herself down firmly in the middle of the floor and turned to glare at Troy. This was all his fault!


About the Author:

A former career medical transcriptionist and disabled Veteran, Allie McCormack is now writing from home full-time. Allie has traveled quite a bit and lived many places all over the U.S., and also a year in Cairo, Egypt as an exchange student, and a year in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia under contract to a hospital there, plus a short stint with NATO while she was in the Army. Allie now lives in the beautiful southern California with her family and her two rescue cats.

Allie says: "A writer is who and what I am... a romance writer. I write what I know, and what I know is romance. Dozens of story lines and literally hundreds of characters live and breathe within the not-so-narrow confines of my imagination, and it is my joy and privilege to bring them to life, to share them with others by writing their stories." 

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Friday, March 5, 2021

Trials of a Witch The Gifted Series Book Two by Maghen Connolly


toaw.jpgTrials of a Witch

The Gifted Series 

Book Two

Maghen Connolly


Genre: Fantasy

Date of Publication: July 31st 2021

ISBN: 979-8670985482


Number of pages: 471

Word Count: 125,955

Cover Artist: Michael Weick


Book Description: 


She needed answers, in the town of East Brooke Maine, she got them. 


Now the question is no longer who she is, but what will she become? Can she be the savior they all need, or will her own fears and darkness that is beginning to brew take over?


Follow Kyra on her continued journey of magic and mayhem. She left East Brooke to keep the ones she loves safe, but in her exit, she opens a door for terror, blood, and vengeance to enter her home, her family, and her very life. 


It turns out being a witch is even more dangerous than she thought; soon she will face a foe older and stronger than she has ever faced before. Trials of a Witch, let’s see if she survives them.



Trials of a Witch

The Gifted Series 

Book Two

Maghen Connolly


Genre: Fantasy

Date of Publication: July 31st 2021

ISBN: 979-8670985482


Number of pages: 471

Word Count: 125,955

Cover Artist: Michael Weick

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Book Description: 


She needed answers, in the town of East Brooke Maine, she got them. 


Now the question is no longer who she is, but what will she become? Can she be the savior they all need, or will her own fears and darkness that is beginning to brew take over?


Follow Kyra on her continued journey of magic and mayhem. She left East Brooke to keep the ones she loves safe, but in her exit, she opens a door for terror, blood, and vengeance to enter her home, her family, and her very life. 


It turns out being a witch is even more dangerous than she thought; soon she will face a foe older and stronger than she has ever faced before. Trials of a Witch, let’s see if she survives them.





About the Author:


Maghen Connolly is a writer from New York born and raised in Manhattan’s West Village with her mother, father, and a very cute cat.


She has always been an avid reader. She loves to read anything she can get her hands on, but her favorite genre is mystery. She’s also a huge horror fan having grown up on all the classics. The love of the scare has helped her create some of her most interesting and complex characters over the years.


She now lives in Queens with her fiancé and 2 rescue cats, Shadow and Shade.  She spends her days writing, over analyzing, watching horror movies, spending time with family, and eating some of the best food New York City has to offer.


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Thursday, March 4, 2021

Shifting Silence Mane Shift Book One by Laura Bickle


Shifting Silence 
Mane Shift
Book One
Laura Bickle 

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Fantasy


Publisher: Syrenka Publishing LLC

Publication Date: February 21, 2021

Book Description:

This witch takes in strays. Stray animals, not stray ex-boyfriends, magical cultists, or shifters.

At least, that used to be the rule…

Luna Summerwood has always taken in strays. As a witch who runs a veterinary clinic, she’s healed creatures that fly, swim, and crawl. She’s not the most powerful Summerwood witch; her only magic is the ability to communicate with animals. But when an exotic maned wolf is brought to her in the dead of night, Luna is plunged into the shadowy underground world of shifter trafficking.

With the help of her ex-boyfriend—who also happens to be a local deputy and someone who pushes all her buttons—she investigates a series of occult crimesinvolving missing farm animals. After her ex is nearly killed, Luna discovers thatthe Casimir, a cult of magical collectors, plans to steal the maned wolf.

This beautiful maned wolf is more than he seems—he’s a shapeshifting man named Renan.He was once captured by the Casimir and forced to do their dark bidding. Luna is his last chance at finding sanctuary…and perhaps love.

But the Casimir want more than just Renan. Centuries ago, the Summerwoods warred with the Casimir. Now, these sorcerers will stop at nothing to possess the Summerwood land and theburied magic of the witches themselves.


Excerpt 1

            My skin was crawling. That guy was one of the Casimir sorcerers…I had to warn Sandy and her deputies. I jogged up the gravel driveway, past the mailbox, to the parked sheriff’s car. Something was weird about the car. The windows were rolled up, and water leaked in a stream from beneath the car, too much to be condensation from air conditioning.

            “Hey,” I said, knocking on the dirty passenger side window, trying to get the attention of the deputy who sat there, staring through his sunglasses at his phone.

            But he didn’t move.

            It took me a second to realize that the car was full of water.

            Dread pooling in my belly, I yanked open the car door. Water splashed all over my legs, nearly knocking me over. The whole interior of the car reeked of magic. I staggered back to the car to touch the guy’s neck.

            I couldn’t feel a pulse. He was dead.

            Tires squealed on gravel. Down the road, the Jeep swerved, as if there were a fight going on inside.

            I reached into the deputy’s gun belt and yanked out his gun. I had no idea how well it would work after being underwater, but I needed something to protect myself. I slammed my fingers to the radio, but it had shorted out.

            I looked up again to see a long-legged canine loping down the road, toward the Jeep. I recognized Renan in the shape of a maned wolf. Running as fast as he could, ears pinned back, he was gaining on the Jeep.

            I ran down the road. I couldn’t let Voss escape now. He knew where I lived, and he would surely see Renan alive now. If he told the rest of the Casimir, we were dead.

            The Jeep swerved and landed in the ditch, rolling onto its side in about two feet of standing water. Renan jumped onto the Jeep’s passenger door and growled, the hair standing up on his back.

            I aimed the gun at the Jeep and advanced slowly. “Come out with your hands up!” I ordered, trying to think of what Dalton would say.

            A thumping sound echoed inside the Jeep, sounding like a hammer. Something heavy struck the windshield, and the glass broke into a spiderweb of pieces before the busted sheet of safety glass was shoved out onto the hood.

            “Oh, hell,” I whispered as a crocodile crawled out over the hood of the Jeep.       

            “Freeze!” I shouted, staring over the dead deputy’s gun.

            But the crocodile glared at me toothily. With shocking speed for such a chunky animal, it scrambled up the hood toward me.

            I pulled the trigger.

            Nothing happened.

            “Damn it.”

            Renan jumped on the crocodile’s back, his teeth scrambling for purchase on the thick reptilian hide. The crocodile swept back and forth, shaking its head and tail, trying to dislodge the maned wolf. The scuffle pushed them off the Jeep and drew them into the mud of the ditch.

            As furious as he fought, I knew that Renan was no match for the crocodile. I had to find a way to help. I dove at the passenger door of the Jeep. I ripped it open and yelled for the ranger within.

            But he was going to be of no help. The interior of the Jeep was splashed with blood, and Ranger Perkins seemed to be doing his best to hold his guts in with both hands.

            “Your gun,” I gasped, and lunged for his belt.

            “What the hell is happening?” he murmured weakly. “You gotta get away. You gotta—"

            I scrambled through the ruined windshield, gun aimed before me. Renan was holding on to the crocodile’s neck for dear life, while the croc started a barrel roll in the narrow ditch. Dirty water splashed all around them, and I had a hard time sighting the gun in on my target without risking hitting Renan.

            I slid down the hood of the Jeep and landed in the ditch, water up to my knees. The croc’s black eye emerged, and its jaws snapped toward me. I aimed at the croc’s head and pulled the trigger not once, but twice, three times…

            The crocodile flopped back into the water. Renan jumped to the bank panting, and the croc grew still as the roar of the gunfire receded.

            Shaking, I lowered the gun.

            “Will that do it?” I whispered. “Will that kill him, or will he heal?”          

            Renan walked toward me. As he moved, I heard the crunch of his bones reorganizing, limbs lengthening. I stared in fascination, watching that red fur ripple over him and fade, twisting into the shape of a man.

            “I think he’s dead. And there’s no healing the dead,” Renan said.

About the Author:

Laura Bickle grew up in rural Ohio, reading entirely too many comic books out loud to her favorite Wonder Woman doll. She now dreams up stories about the monsters under the stairs and sometimes reads them to her cats. Her books have earned starred reviews from Publishers Weekly and Kirkus. Laura’s work has also been included in the ALA’s Amelia Bloomer Project 2013 reading list and the State Library of Ohio’s Choose to Read Ohio reading list for 2015-2016. The latest updates on her work can be found at authorlaurabickle.com.

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Monday, March 1, 2021

Takakush Genus Magica Book One by Raine Reiter


Genus Magica
Book One
Raine Reiter

Genre: Contemporary Fantasy, Dark Fantasy
Publisher: Twanoh Press
Date of Publication: 1/25/2021
ISBN Paperback 978-1-7356850-0-7
ISBN Ebook 978-1-7356850-1-4
Number of pages: 282
Word Count: 62K
Cover Artist: Kim Dingwall

Tagline: Evil stalks the rainforest

Book Description:

When Professor Elena Lukas returns to her cozy Pacific Northwest hometown with a broken heart, she’s plunged back into the fate she tried to escape. Like her mother and grandmother before her, Elena must now dedicate her life to a powerful ancient Lithuanian goddess. Although she is prepared to live as a priestess hiding in a contemporary tourist town, she arrives to find that a series of so-called animal attacks have terrorized her forest.

With the help of a handsome detective from the Washington Department of Fish and Wildlife, Elena uses her expertise in invasive and endangered species to identify that these are no normal animal attacks. The woods are stalked by a dark, mystical creature bent on ravaging the area in an attempt to quell its insatiable hunger. When her little sister goes missing, Elena realizes that the beast can only be vanquished if she is brave enough to face it in-person, embrace her identity as a high priestess, and expose her powers to the man she is growing feelings for.

“A fantastic tale that weaves a spell of ancient mysticism and modern charm." --Tim Marquitz, Author of the Demon Squad series, The Enemy of My Enemy series, and more

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Regana – Home

Regana stood between the two worlds, watching her sleeping body. When did I become so old?

The wrinkled face, spun-sugar mop, and gnarled fingers in Real-Time bore little resemblance to her divine avatar in the Penumbra. Marks of time mean nothing. She chuckled.

Lithe and nimble as a sprite, Regana kicked off from the boundary and floated through the between, sorting threads of possibility as she passed.

“Goddess of the Crossroads, why draw me here?” She waited for an answer.

Thick fibers of probability whirled and pulsed with light around her, while others faded into implausibility and blinked out.

Soon, her temper frayed. Braiding destinies and untangling misfortunes amused Regana, but her fatigued human body in Real-Time called for rest. “Show me the blasted job and let me get out,” Regana said. “Lady of thresholds, doors, and portals, your priestess readies to serve you.” Her cry echoed through the Penumbra. “What must I do?”

A scarlet rope, thick as an anaconda, whipped out of the tangle and garroted her waist. Hot, near burning, it reeked of dark magic and death.

“See.” The voice hit her like a hammer, and a kaleidoscope of images overwhelmed her mind’s eye. “Be present,” ordered her goddess.

Galahad - McCleary, WA

Across the field, wind stirred the chimes, bells, and bamboo noisemakers hanging from the eaves of the main house.

Galahad dozed in the pasture with an ancient horse blanket covering him.

Frost on the grass and pasture fence resembled snowfall. A freezing fog surged along the paddock, encircling his legs.

He woke. Something was different, unfamiliar. It wasn’t fear, it was curiosity.

With drowsy eyes, he surveyed the tree line. His nostrils flared, sampling the air. There. Hiding beneath the aroma of evergreens, a sickly-sweet stench. A predator.

The old warrior’s heart sped as he readied for a fight. At sixteen hands, he was massive and courageous. Last spring, he ran off a pack of coyotes come to snatch a newborn kid.

Galahad snorted and shook his mane. The frigid air transformed his breath into plumes of steam. He pawed the earth, kicking up divots of soil.

The wind ceased. The chimes quieted.

It struck Galahad, mounting him from behind and wrapping its limbs around Galahad’s belly. The horse arched his back as incisors sank into his neck.

Claws raked his abdomen and up his flanks, scoring slashes through the blanket into his hide. The metallic tang of his blood joined the beast’s stench.

Galahad’s hind legs kicked into his attacker’s midsection, but it only embedded its fangs deeper. Blood spurted from the wound.

The embrace tightened. He bucked, rearing and struggling for footing. The attacker threw Galahad to the ground and remounted.

The stallion screamed.

Teeth ripped flesh from Galahad’s throat, severing his jugular. His sight darkened, and his blood melted the frosted grass. Passing through and away, the horse saw the blackness clinging to his murderer.

The malignant thread released, and Regana’s vision ended. In the mundane world, her eyelids flew open, her heart hammering in her chest.

“Blood-red magic rings the waxing moon.” Her voice croaked with the remains of sleep. “Medžioklė begins.”

About the Author:

Raine Reiter weaves together an empowered, female-centered narrative with rich descriptions of nature and an ever-present sense of mystery. Her vivid, flowing prose takes readers of dark fantasy into a world that looks and feels real, while still evoking the enticing paranormal creativity shared by authors such as Richelle Mead and Kat Richardson.

A fifth-generation Washingtonian, Raine lives in the gloomy Pacific Northwest and prowls the rainforest with her silly spaniel, Luke.

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