Thursday, February 12, 2015

Guest Blog and Giveaway: Coven’s Calling by Helena Shaw

Valentine’s Day is one of my absolute favorite holidays. It’s a great reminder to take time and show love and it’s a great escape from February’s ugly coldness.

As with most holidays, I often find myself wondering what my characters would be doing. It seems like the perfect holiday for romance novel characters, but really it’s probably the opposite. There are so many different expectations and if you stay true to your characters, those expectations might not match up. Some people like to stay in, some like a fancy dinner out. Where I live, we almost always get a blizzard on the fourteenth of February. The day seems simple, but that’s not always how life works out.

After writing two books about Jase and Dawn (and currently working on a third) I think I have a pretty good grasp of how they’d like to spend the holiday, and how it would probably actually play out.

Dawn, my heroine, my leading lady, would like to say that she doesn’t care about Valentine’s Day, that she’s above it and doesn’t need it, but deep down she’d be sitting there hoping for a bouquet of flowers, maybe some chocolate, and of course, some intimate time with Jase.

As for Jase, my hero and leading man, he’s most likely vaguely aware of the day. It’s not that he doesn’t care, but he has other things on his mind and probably wouldn’t even realize what day of the week it was, let alone holiday. If they didn’t find themselves on a job, he’s most likely busy doing research and looking into their next case.

It’s not to say that he isn’t paying attention, but his mind is focused on other things. If Dawn were to remind him exactly what day it was, he’d be out buying chocolates, a teddy bear, and more. Too bad Dawn still needs to work on telling him exactly what she wants, so I have a feeling she’d be sitting on the bed of whatever motel they’re staying at, and silently hoping he realizes what day it is without her telling him.

In the end, it would be a text from a friend, maybe Seth or Jo, asking Jase if he remembered to get Dawn anything for Valentine’s Day. He wouldn’t say anything to her, but instead say he needs to run out for a snack and would be right back. A few minutes later he would return with a box of chocolates for her, and an apology.

The chocolates would be quickly forgotten, and instead Dawn would give Jase a present of a different nature.

All in all, a very good Valentine’s Day.

Coven’s Calling
Night Hunters
Book Two
Helena Shaw

Genre: Paranormal New Adult

Publisher: Jynxed Moon

Date of Publication: January 30th

Word Count: 70,000 words

Book Description:

Dawn Garrett has left behind the horrors she faced in Goosemont for a life on the road with Jase Byrnes. With his guidance, she’s started her training as a hunter of the things that hide in the shadows.

But that training is interrupted when another hunter needs help on a case. Together, Dawn and Jase head south to Louisiana to discover just what is behind a series of gruesome attacks in the suburb of Bon Marais. It’s the perfect chance for Dawn to show off her new skills, but with real danger lurking everywhere, Jase isn’t ready to let her out of his sight.

She’s sick of being held back, but when someone from her past arrives in Bon Marais, Dawn will face her toughest fight yet. She has to make a choice whether to become the hunter, or to follow her heart.


The trio ate in silence, and Dawn did what she could to keep an eye on the crowd, to listen, but everyone who passed was more occupied with talking about what else they had to buy for Christmas than they were about any of the strange goings-on in town.
“This is a bust,” Jo moaned as she finished her burger. “Most people are downright ignoring us.”
“It’s because we’re a group,” Jase said to her. “It’s harder for people to feel at ease around a group of people they don’t know. Just standing here, we look like we’re watching them. We need to go about this another way.”
“Such as?” Dawn asked, though she knew the answer and was not looking forward to it. “We need to split up,” Jase said. “Sixty minutes, got that? We meet back at this exact spot.” “So you can get another burger?” Jo joked.
“Hey, now,” Jase laughed with her. “Just because I want a second helping doesn’t make it my only motivation.”
Dawn wished she could share in their lack of concern, but being left on her own was scarier than she remembered it being only weeks before. She’d grown accustomed to having Jase by her side, and there was no way of knowing if someone—or something—was out in the woods just waiting for them to split up.
Her concerns weren’t long-lived. As Dawn began to pace around the clearing on her own, she couldn’t help but let herself enjoy the sights, the sounds, and most of all, the smells. It was all so familiar, a beautiful flashback to her childhood. A cotton candy stand beckoned her on her left, while a vendor selling fudge called to her from her right. All around her, people were smiling, and a few even said ‘hello’ to her as she passed. Despite the dangers, people seemed friendly. Maybe even forcibly so.
Just as her guard began to drop, Dawn spotted two silhouettes off in the shadows between the  motor for the Ferris wheel and the pump for the unused bouncy house. Despite their poufy jackets, their shapes were decidedly female, and with the noise around them, there was no way they weren’t having a conversation they wanted to keep between just the two of them.
Slowly, Dawn made her way through the crowd of people. The two women she was keeping an eye on had their backs to her, and over the noise they might never hear her, but she couldn’t take that chance. She just needed to get close enough to hear something, anything, before she made her retreat again.
Around her the crowd broke, and she managed to get close enough to hear a soft, lilting voice just above the roar of the motor. It wasn’t a voice she recognized—at least, she didn’t think so—but despite its softness, there was anger there.
“Look,” she heard one of them hiss at the other, “I screwed up, but I’m not the only one. You need to keep that damn ghoul on a tighter leash.”
Dawn’s heart skipped a beat. She’d found them. There were at least two witches, and she’d found them. All she needed was to get close enough to them to see who they were before she found Jase and told him just what she’d discovered.
It was risky, but she had to do it. Her heart pounded as she moved. They were only a couple feet away, and all she needed was a quick look and she could disappear into the crowd, unnoticed and unseen.
Her luck was lacking, though, and from the shadows a third figure appeared. Before she could make sense of the hooded face before her, they raised their hand and a fine pink dust clouded the air. In her eyes, her nose, and her throat, the smoky plume burned, and she nearly fell to her knees, coughing in a feeble effort to stop the attack.

It was only when she was able to breathe again that things started to change. With every inhale came a deep warmth that flowed through her veins and filled her with passion, desire, and need.

About the Author:

Helena Shaw resides in a small town in western Ontario. When she is not writing, she is taking care of her two boys and her husband.

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Unknown said...

Thank you for featuring my book! Loved stopping by!