Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Release Day Blitz Witch’s Cursed Cabin by Marsha A. Moore

Which man or ghost will win her heart?
by Marsha A. Moore

Three males vie for the attention of Aggie Anders in Witch’s Cursed Cabin, the second book in my series of Coon Hollow Coven Tales.

All three are mesmerized by Aggie’s fiery spirit which matches her elemental sun energy.
Logan Dennehy is hot, single, and twenty-six, with a lot on his plate. He’s brand new to his job as Coven High Priest and proud of his new position earned through years of hard work learning become a powerful witch. After he helped overthrow the previous wicked high priestess, everyone looks to him for strong, impartial leadership.

Logan meets Aggie when she moves into a deserted homestead log cabin. He’s there working at the property’s carriage house used for the coven’s annual charity Halloween haunted house. He delegates a host of interesting tasks, like enchanting real spiders to drop onto guests’ faces and bespelling live rats to run the length of the halls without stopping for human feet, legs, or other body parts. Yes, Logan’s busy! He also heads the coven’s eldercare program. In exchange for his help, those old ladies teach him powerful ancient magic. In spite of his work load, Logan can’t resist making time for Aggie, and she can’t resist his blonde curls.

Dark-haired and handsome Eric Beck meets Aggie when she joins her cousin’s family for dinner at the local pizzeria in the village of Bentbone where he works. Bored with his routine job, Aggie catches and captivates his attention. Finding out she’s a witch makes her even more intriguing. From a sheltered upbringing in the tiny coven of New Wish, Indiana, Aggie is fascinated with every new experience. Even pizza is a surprise! And so is a city-boy like Eric. Especially when he claims to have seen zombies walking around her new home!

Ghostly Fenton O’Mara turns out to be quite an unusual house-mate for Aggie in the homestead everyone thought was deserted. He’s old enough to be Aggie’s grandfather. But the dapper lady-killer sure doesn’t look or act like a grandpa! As a ghost, he glides through cracked doors and pops up at inopportune moments when Aggie tries to change clothes. She writes those encounters off as accidents and his hilarious flirty charm as “just be his normal personality…” until he and Logan come face to face, squared off and glaring with magic flying.

You’ll have to read Witch’s Cursed Cabin to find out which man or ghost wins Aggie’s heart!

Witch’s Cursed Cabin
Coon Hollow Coven Tales
Book Two
Marsha A. Moore

Genre: Paranormal romance

Date of Publication: 4-27-16

Number of pages: 380
Word Count: 111,000

Cover Artist: Marsha A. Moore

Book 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.

About the Coon Hollow Coven Tales Series

The series is about a coven of witches in a fictitious southern Indiana community, south of Bloomington, the neck of the woods where I spent my 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.

Excerpt from Chapter One: The Homestead

A shove of my shoulder pried the rusty hinges on the heavy log cabin door loose. I flung my blond braid to my back and peered inside. Beings and critters, alive and furry as well as undead and translucent, flew, crawled, or slithered across dark recesses of the hallway, sitting room, and stairwell.

“You weren’t kidding. This place is haunted.” I shuddered and looked over my shoulder at Cerise. She looked perky as always with her dark bobbed hair and lively brown eyes beneath horn-rimmed eyeglasses. “Were those things relations or varmints?” I took a cautious step over the threshold to escape the blustery weather and unbuttoned my corduroy jacket.
“Oh, both, Aggie. Ghosts of witch kin and their talking animal familiars,” she said and moved past me to lift sheets off the sitting room furniture.

I raised a brow, curious about what talking familiars were but was too afraid to ask. She didn’t seem to think they were bad, and I needed a place to stay.

Cerise dropped the sheets in a pile and wiped her dusty hands on her skirt. “Those sorts of ghosts are in all the homes here in Coon Hollow Coven. Maybe some animal spirits, too, from the surrounding woods. This property has at least fifty acres of forest. The ghosts are harmless, part of the family. At least no neighbors have complained, that I’ve heard.”

Eyeing corners of the parlor and the length of the hall, I wondered if I could ever get used to living with ghosts of people who’d lived here before. In New Wish, Indiana, where I’d spent my entire twenty years, we only had an occasional ghost. Usually lost souls who, for some reason, hadn’t found their peace before death took them. Most times, those folks had been tormented by darkness and experimented with black magic while they’d lived. Or so Mom told me, but I always thought that was just her way of keeping me in line.

I pushed those thoughts out of my head. I wanted a place of my own more than anything else, and not in the tiny town of New Wish where everyone knew me…or thought they did. They all said I was the spitting image of my Aunt Faye, with the same light blond straight hair, deep blue eyes, dark brows, and quiet personality. Everyone thought I’d grow up to be like her with a houseful of kids, seven or more. Fact was, they didn’t know me. I wasn’t sure I even knew myself. There was so much I wanted to learn and do that wouldn’t happen if I stayed at my parents’ home.

Cerise struggled to open the stuck window. “Aggie, can you help me here? Some fresh air might tempt a few spirits outside. This place has been vacant since my mother passed in 2009. We might find just about anything in here after five years.”

About the Author:

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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