Returning To My Roots

It’s been awhile since I last blogged. Mea culpa.

That’s what happens between getting one book out and promoting it (An Ill Wind, the subject of my last blog), updating a web site, and writing a new work, simultaneously.

My next release was both a challenge and a joy.  A challenge — because I haven’t written in the genre for a long time; a joy — because it was just so much fun. I luurve witches and shifters.

Yes, I am returning to my roots in the paranormal romance genre. My first published book as Monette Michaels was Fatal Vision(psychic heroine), way back in 1998.

After Fatal, I published several more paranormal romances, most with suspense aspects:  the Gooden & Knight (witches, shifters, and vampires) series under my Monette Michaels pen name and the Coven of the Wolf series (witches and shifters) under my Rae Morgan pen name. Then I wrote Eye of the Storm (Book 1 in the Security Specialists International series, romantic thrillers with former military heroes and kick-ass heroines) and Prime Obsession (Book 1 in the Prime Chronicles series, scifi romance).  Both those series took off and I left paranormal behind.

But no longer.

I am happy to announce my participation in Robyn Peterman’s Magic and Mayhem Kindle World with my novella What A Witch Wants.

All the Magic and Mayhem KW releases will be on June 21st, and a super-extravaganza Release Party will happen soon thereafter. You won’t want to miss this party — there’ll be games with prizes, give-aways, and lots of fun and laughter. Watch for  the details on the release party here and on my Author FaceBook page.

When Robyn approached me about bringing my toys to play in her sandbox, the timing and circumstances were right. I was able to choose one of several Magic and Mayhem KW release dates which fit in between one of my series books and the start of another.  Also, I could write a stand-alone, meaning the book would be fully in her world and not crossing over or mentioning any of my other series or books.  This was important to me. I had been approached by several other authors (super authors!!) with fabulous Kindle Worlds — but either the timing sucked or the only ideas I had would’ve crossed over into my already established series. And no matter how I read the KW contract, all the lawyer and former contracts arbitrator in me saw were serious complications down the road.  So, I made an unwritten rule — if approached for a KW project, (a) it would have to fit into my writing schedule (I try to get two full-length series books out a year), and (b) it would have to be a stand-alone.

Robyn approached me. Timing worked. Concept worked. Thus, What A Witch Wants was born.

Want to know more about Robyn’s Magic and Mayhem Kindle World — check her books and other books in the world out HERE.

Here’s my Blurb:

Magical artifacts can be deadly…or seductive, and Amethyst St. John delights in them all. She’s curator for the U.K. Covens’ Magical Artifacts Library, and her magic isn’t the usual run-of-the-mill hocus-pocus. Oh no. With her powers, she can turn the nastiest artifact harmless.

Unfortunately, her magic is useless when her egotistical mother pressures her to marry a depraved aristocrat.  So, when the most powerful witch in the world asks her to present an artifact—a very intimate piece of the infamous wizard Merlin—to their sister city Assjacket, West Virginia, Amethyst jumps at the chance.

Bobcat Shifter Kerr Montgomery, chief detective for Assjacket, has better things to do than meet some British ambassador witch … until he catches Amethyst’s scent. She’s his mate—the one woman who can complete his soul. But his Ammy doesn’t understand mating. And she distrusts men. Even worse, she won’t be in Assjacket long enough to change her mind.

And then someone steals Merlin’s intimate body part. Ammy, aided by Kerr, sets out on a quest to find the artifact. In the process, she discovers what she really wants.

Here’s a Sneak Peek:

“I can see there’s no reasoning with you now.” Mildred sniffed, a disdainful sound. “We’ll be revisiting the issue of Reginald again…”

No, they wouldn’t. What Amethyst wanted in a man—in a husband—was a loving partner who’d respect her wishes and back her against the world.

“…but there’s no time now, that nutcase Baba Yaga will be arriving soon, which is the second reason—”

Mildred’s words were cut off as a thundering, raging whirlwind of magical power swept into the room.

Now that’s some magic! Oliver raised his head and sniffed. Pu-r-r-rfect.

Amethyst held onto Oliver, but the tempest passed around them as if they were encased in a protective bubble—and not one of Amethyst’s making.

Mildred, on the other hand, didn’t fare so well. The wind picked her up, tossed her around like dandelion fluff, then dumped her on the floor in an ungainly heap.

Are those Spanx? Oliver craned his neck to check out her mother’s exposed lower half.

Amethyst bit back a laugh as she eyed her parent’s wind-tossed hair and disheveled clothing. Somehow Mildred had also lost both her shoes.
And, yes, the undergarments were Spanx.

“Hey there, Mildew, you old bat. How’s tricks?” The speaker was a beautiful, 30-ish-looking blonde wearing an off-the-shoulder black-and-white striped top paired with a short ruffled denim skirt over fishnet leggings, white sneakers, and a lacy scarf tied in her curls a la Madonna of the Desperately Seeking Susan era. The magic coming off the sartorially stuck-in-the-80s witch was old—hundreds of years old—and extremely potent. “And if I’m a nutcase, you’re a battle-ax.”

Baba Yaga had arrived.

The wily witch, the Goddess-chosen leader of the world’s witches, had probably been present all along, cloaking her magic as she spied on the two of them. As far as Amethyst knew, no magic user, no matter how old and proficient, could sense Baba Yaga’s presence if the witch didn’t want them to.

Baba Yaga looked over at Amethyst and winked. “Love the tee, chica. I have it in four colors. Mick signed one for me after a long night of sexual bliss. That man sure knew how to use those skinny hips—and that tongue.” She laughed as she did a little bump-and-grind move. “So … how’s the most-talented magical artifacts curator in the world doing?”

“Fine, Baba Yaga.” Amethyst smiled shyly. She adored Baba Yaga who’d always gone out of her way to boost Amethyst’s self-esteem after the death of her father in a spell gone wrong when Amethyst was eight years old.

Copyright, 2017, Monette Michaels.

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~ by Monette Michaels on May 30, 2017.

 
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