Well
here it is, the 20'th of November. This month is going fast, non? Today we're
telling you about a new book called BOY MEETS WITCH, part of THE WHITE CAT
CHRONICLES by G.A. Rael. Here's a look at the cover.
Let's
now give you a little taste of what's inside that fabulous cover:
“Are
you an angel?" Harper asked, pleading internally for the answer to be no.
The
tall, white-haired man gave a low chuckle. "Not quite. What I am isn't
nearly as important as who you are--and what I can do for you."
Harper
Adams is a witch on the run--from her past as a faith healer turned accidental
arsonist, and from the power she's kept locked away her whole life. She thinks
she's finally found a place she can settle down and call home in the
picturesque town of Cold Creek, Vermont, but a mysterious white cat who may or
may not be bent on taking the curvaceous witch's soul has other plans.
Harper's
compassion soon gets the best of her and earns her an unwanted reputation as
the town miracle worker as well as the ire of sexy veterinarian and militant
atheist, Darren St. Clair. Cold Creek's residents have a few supernatural
secrets of their own, and Harper will have to face the destiny that led her to
the last place a witch in hiding needs to be--that is, if Darren doesn't have
her chased out of town with a pitchfork-wielding mob before she gets the
chance.
Free Nov 17-21 Amazon
Excerpt:
Without
a word, the strange man stepped closer. His silken hair was too perfectly white
to be a natural color, yet there wasn't a trace of darkness at his roots. On
closer inspection, Harper was horrified to realize that his eyes weren't just
the color of a cat's but the shape, too. She tried to tell herself they were
just theatrical contacts, but they shrunk so realistically as he stepped
underneath the light that she began to doubt the only reasonable explanation.
"S-stay
back," she stammered, finding her voice once he was too close to dismiss
as an illusion.
To
her amazement, he halted in his steady approach.
"I'm
not going to hurt you," he said in a surprisingly gentle voice for someone
so imposing. The contrast was so unsettling it made her shiver. His statuesque
body and almost feminine facial features reminded her too much of the awful
weeping angel statues in her church's graveyard. Harper had always feared them
as a child and now it seemed that one had come to life. The intruder was even
beautiful in the same ethereal, almost grotesque way the statues were.
"After all," he continued in that melodic voice, "you did save
my life."
Harper
stared at him in bewilderment. The words of a madman rarely made sense, she
supposed. "I don't even know you."
"Maybe
not, but I know you, Harper--or should I say, Alyssa? I've been watching over
you for some time."
She
tried to swallow but the coffee had left her mouth dry. "How do you know
that name?"
His
stone lips curved into a slight smile. "I know everything about you. For
instance, I know your father's name is Byron Hurlow and he's the preacher at
the Rockport Trinity Tabernacle in Little Rock, Arkansas. I know you've been
running for a little over two years now, and I know that you fear angels more
than anything except maybe hurting the ones you love." His cat eyes
narrowed and his voice lowered to a knowing tone as he said, "I also know
about the fire."
Harper
took a step back only to trip into a stack of boxes behind her. Before she
could save herself, the man caught her and rested his hands on her shoulders,
keeping a slight distance between them. She marveled at the bizarre display of
propriety in the midst of such threatening behavior, but she didn't complain.
His skin was surprisingly warm.
"Be
careful," he murmured. "You always were a klutz."
He
said it so casually, as if they were old friends. "Who are you?" she
asked shakily. "How could you possibly know about the --"
"The
fire?" he offered. "Like I said, I've been watching you for a very
long time."
"Are
you an angel?" Harper asked, pleading internally for the answer to be no.
The
tall, white-haired man gave a low chuckle. "Not quite. What I am isn't
nearly as important as who you are--and what I can do for you."
"You
could start by putting on some clothes."
About
the Author:
G.A.
Rael is a practicing witch and author of paranormal romance and mysteries.
She's had a lifelong love affair with all things that go bump in the night, and
it's her firm belief that monsters deserve their happily-ever-afters, too. When
she isn't writing, you can find G.A. watching campy horror films with her
husband and two cats in beautiful seaside New England.
G.A. Rael came to us via Bewitching Book Tours.
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