A romcom novel full of spells, desire and a hot detective by @TichaB #witches #romcom #chicklit

Blind Magic

by

Natalina Reis

Will her promise to heal the man who’s captured her heart put him in danger? In Natalina Reis’s whimsical novel of spells, desire, and unwavering determination, a hot detective with a painful past and an impulsive witch armed with potent tea are linked by an instant connection and the promise of a magical love affair.

Marcy has never been in love. But when Oliver Dawson walks into her store, she falls head over heels. Unable to shake the feeling that she and Oliver were made for each other, for the first time in her life, the quirky witch considers casting a love spell for herself.

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Oliver’s life is turned upside down when he’s shot and almost killed. Even though events haven’t been kind to the sexy police detective, he’s determined to make the best of his situation. But still, nothing could have prepared him for feisty Marcy breaking down his defenses, nor the healing tea that leaves him gagging.

Unconventional and hell-bent on getting her man, the little witch soon weaves her magic and captures his heart. He’s more than willing to give it to her, but when faced with his painful and turbulent past, neither are sure they’ll get their happily ever after. 

Excerpts from

Blind Magic

I swallowed a ball of anxiety and searched for the right words. “I’m pretty short—”

Oliver interrupted me. “I know that. Probably about five two?” I nodded, ignoring the fact he couldn’t see me. “I want real descriptions; colors and feelings. Your own rain forest.”

I groaned. “My own rain forest indeed.” I sighed and fell silent for a few seconds. “You know my hair is red and curly. What you may not realize is that I have a head full of messy, frizzy curls that refuse to be tamed. That’s why I normally wear my hair up in a bun or a loose braid like tonight.” Turning around to face him, I brought his hand, still in mine, up to my hair, lying to one side of my face. “I like bows. A lot! Some say a bit too much. Celia often says I look like a birthday gift begging to be opened.” He opened his mouth to say something. “Don’t say it! Don’t even think it.” But I was thinking about him unwrapping me with those hands of his and…. I shook my head. “You’re distracting me.”

“In a good way, right?” His hand playing with my hair was definitely distracting.

I ignored him. Kind of. “I wear big, funky glasses because I am waiting to win the lottery to have corrective surgery. But I do like my glasses a lot.”

“They add to your personality,” he suggested helpfully.

His hand had slid to my cheek. I automatically leaned into it. “My skin is your typical redhead skin; alabaster with a spatter of freckles across my nose and cheekbones—not many, which is surprising for a red like me.” The heat of his palm spread from my cheek to my neck and parts beyond. He had scooted up to me and his body was now so close I could feel his heat. “I have a tiny nose—not very handy for glasses—and my eyes take over my face; round and big like smoky blue marbles.”

“And your lips?” Oliver’s voice was low and husky, thick with undisguised desire. His fingers skirted the contours of my lips, taking my breath away.

“I have been blessed—or cursed—with naturally red lips.” My voice caught in my throat as his fingers touched the corner of my mouth. “You know the rest….”

“Not well enough yet.” He leaned over to me and I met him halfway.

Our mouths fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, his tongue teasing my lips apart and caressing mine. My insides burst into flames, and so did my face and my ears. I moaned into his mouth and he replied in kind as his hands slid over and around my shoulders to cradle the back of my head. I felt his fingers play with the rubber band of my braid, coaxing it out until my hair fell free of its constraints.

Oliver pulled away from me slightly and began pulling my braid apart, my wild curls flying every which way around my face. “This is why I never wear it down.” I was surprised I could still talk. Oliver’s kiss seemed to have some strange power over my usually high-functioning vocal chords. “It flies all over my face.”

His amazing blue eyes looked straight into my soul as he grasped some of my curls in his hand and brought them to his nose. “You smell like sunshine and flowers.” The lava inside of me bubbled up and melted everything in its way. Still holding my hair, he buried his lips on my neck behind my ear, and flickered his tongue on my skin. I may have squealed in delight. “I do want to know the rest of you, all of you.”

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Excerpt from The @DiscordTrilogy in July's sad, emotional scene theme

July brings sad, emotional scenes. This is an excerpt from The Discord Trilogy a fantasy fiction trilogy.

 Excerpt from The Discord Trilogy

She looks like a medic, checking over a battle injured solider. His neck is ripped open, and when she pushes the gaping wound closed, Blake’s head wobbles.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay,” her shaky voice pleads.

She thinks he can be saved.

Aggie sobs and buckles into Ruben. Cora, Ann and Thomas stand over Tara helplessly. Kneeling next to Tara, I wrap my arms over hers to still her hands. “He’s gone.”

She growls, twisting away from me. “No he’s not!”

“Tara.”

“Daddy, you can do this, just hold on.”

“Tara…” The words stick in my throat, I can’t say it.

He’s dead, Blake is dead. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

With quivering hands she picks up his wrist, raising it to her lips, her voice cracking. “No it’s all right, I can change you.”

I gently tug his cold lifeless wrist away from her. “It won’t work now.”

Her trembles become more intense. “No, no, no, no, no! DADDY!” she pulls his body toward hers, holding up his head after it flops backwards from where his neck has been broken. The tears won’t stop falling from my eyes. She hugs him, whimpering a deranged plea from the utterly grief stricken.

What little blood he had left is soaking into Tara’s clothes as she wails. “Please Alex tell me what to do.”

Tara’s grief breaks the dam for the rest of them and the sisters lose it. Our chorus of agony drowns out the waves crashing on the beach.

Thomas barely holds it together.

“Get them away from here,” I command. He and Ruben quickly comply, grateful to pull the sisters away from their broken father. They don’t need to see him bloodied and mangled any more than they already have. As the sisters' weeping fades only Tara remains kneeling, clinging to what’s left of her father.
“Shhhhh, inamorata,” I wrap my arms around both her and Blake.
She rocks back and forth. “This is not happening!”
“Tara, you need to let him go.”
Agonizing minutes tick by. She just squeezes him harder.
“We need to get you cleaned up.” She doesn’t make any gesture in reply, her eyes glassy and dull. After I scoop her off the ground she hangs in my arms with her eyes closed. Back in the house Thomas and Ann have retreated to their bedroom while Ruben and Aggie sit in the living room on either side of Cora.
Tara makes no move to help when I remove her blood stained clothes in the shower. The sound of fabric ripping echoes in the bathroom before I turn on the water. The warm water doesn’t visibly affect her. As I wash her off, her eyes stare at Blake’s blood swirling down the drain.
My mind reels with questions.
What happened? Why did we not see this coming? How can we survive this?

 

The Golden Apple of Discord – Book 1

***Winner of the Compulsion Reads Quality Book Endorsement***

Taralie Severin and her three sisters are a powerful coven of modern-day witches who banish mythical creatures in between classes and shifts at the police station. But when Taralie is kidnapped by vampires and converted into the undead, her sisters are ordered to execute her for crimes against the Milunfran order. 

Refusing, the sisters become fugitives from both their kind and vampires alike.

Abomination – Book 2

Taralie Severin and her sisters have secured a non-aggression pact with the rulers of the vampire world, the Noricum. Having relocated to Cannon Beach, Oregon, Alexander prepares to marry his beloved Tara. But when an encounter with average vampires goes wrong, the Severin coven’s fragile amnesty with the Noricum is destroyed.

With the supremacy of their rule challenged, the Noricum set out to restore the balance of power, leaving the Severin family two choices – die on their feet, or live on their knees.

Rubicon – Book 3

Hidden away on a Caribbean island, Tara's body survived abomination while her mind did not.

Strangled from within by Verus's accumulated memories, the eldest Severin sister struggles under the weight of so many conciseness inside her mind. But the Noricum are not idle, nor are they forgiving. 

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR 

in her own words...

'I'm Lauren Hodge, a chemist turned author with three children, a lot of friends no one else can see, and a swearing habit. Writing is something I stumbled into on accident. 

I don't write because I have a story to tell. I write because there is a story inside my head and it's merely using my fingers to get out. I enjoy writing protagonists that are flawed and enemies that aren't. Not everyone is all good or all bad and I love the philosophical process of defining that grey area.

There are two parts of communication. What is articulated and what is received for only the latter can compel action. You, the reader, are more important than me, the author. I relish understanding what you receive from my articulation. To help with that, I have editors - lots and lots of editors. Editors are the heroes authors need, but not the heroes they deserve. As an author, I strive every day to be worthy of professional editors.

I'm the oldest of seven and have an identical twin/perfect organ donor.'

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