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As you know, this event celebrates all things that go bump in the night. Whether you like your sexy heroes to have fangs or fur, or your spunky heroines to harness magical forces, or any other sort of paranormal elements to spice up your romances.
Today I am sharing an excerpt from my novel "Addicted to Magic"with all of you. It is a young adult novel dealing with the trials and tribulations of being a teenage witch. Not only does it contain elements of magic, but it is laugh out loud funny, packed with drama, and topped with a nice helping of Oh, my God! He's so HOT! romance. Don't forget to enter the Rafflecopter (It's INTERNATIONAL!) at the end for a shot at your very own copy of "Addicted to Magic" and definitely do make sure to follow on to the next awesome blog! Good luck and Happy Reading!!
ADDICTED TO MAGIC EXCERPT:
I
pondered what to do for some time, trying to figure out how to get the
information I would need to put a stopper in my mother’s path toward
destruction, before finally noticing Amber’s attentions.
“What
are you doing?” I asked, looking down at the fishnet stockings, short pleated
black skirt and low-cut top.
“Helping
you get ready,” she said, shoving another bobby pin into my hair. “There,” she
announced, hopping down from the bed. “I now pronounce you gorgeous. No need to
thank me, I can’t take all the credit. My model wasn’t completely unfortunate.”
“Gee,
thanks.” I went to the mirror, admiring her handiwork. My hair was twisted up,
a few golden brown strands hanging down in gentle waves. My make-up was fresh,
not overly done. Except for the eyes, which were lined in coal, the lids mat
black. It made my green eyes pop. And my clothes were, well, my clothes, but I
had never thought to put them together that way before.
I
looked like some sort of Goth princess.
“What
is all this for?” I asked suspiciously, smoothing the skirt.
Jumping up and
down and clapping her hands, Amber grinned widely. “Tonight we are going to
party like it’s 1999, biotch!”
***
“Why
am I here?” I asked myself aloud as I followed Amber up the walkway toward what
could only be described as a mansion. Instantly, I felt smaller. “Why do I let
you talk me into these things?”
“Because
you’re a genius,” she said, weaving her way through a group of older boys.
I
looked around, realizing that I didn’t recognize anyone there. I followed
closely on Amber’s heels, feeling self-conscience and out of place, as she led
the way into the kitchen.
“You
tell me my mother is about to become road kill and suddenly I find myself at
some party.” I shook my head at the
insanity of it all.
“I
said it once and I’ll say it again, it’s not happening tonight. Why waste a
perfectly good party sitting around the house worrying when you can be here,
having a good time.”
A
fairly attractive boy dressed in a toga stood behind the counter making drinks
for everyone. Amber stepped up, giving him a flirty smile as she took a cup. She
passed me what appeared to be fruit punch and accepted another for herself.
I
sipped tentatively at my drink as we made our way around the crowded home.
There were people everywhere, clogging the hallways and rooms at every turn.
And the noise, it was deafening.
We
staked out a place along a wall in the den where a group of people stood
watching as a band set up their equipment in the corner. I leaned into Amber
and shouted over the pulsing music.
“How
much longer are we staying?”
“What!”
“How
much longer?” I said louder.
She
nodded. “Yeah, he is strong!”
I
scrunched my nose at her obvious misunderstanding. Following her gaze, I caught
sight of what she was talking about.
There
was a wet bar set up at the back of the room where a guy was using some girl as
a weight bar, doing push-ups while another guy fed him Jell-O shots. I shook my
head. This was so not my scene. I literally itched to get out of there.
Amber
was in her element. Guys aplenty as she would have called it. She eyed them
like a kid in a candy shop, eager to sample the goods.
“If
she keeps staring like that she’s going to give herself a toothache.”
I
turned to find a guy with golden blond hair and the prettiest set of brown eyes
I had ever seen staring down at me. He smiled warmly.
“Um,
what?” I asked lamely.
“You’re
friend.” He tipped his head at Amber. “She’s looking at every guy in here like
they’re her personal lollipop.”
I
laughed. “Yes, she is. Good thing men aren’t food, or she’d be obese.”
He
laughed. “I’m Trent. And you are…”
“Jessica.”
“Jessica,”
he said, trying it out. “Nice name. Common, but pretty, like you.”
I
raised a brow at him, then burst out laughing. “Oh man, that has got to be the
worst pick-up line I have ever heard. Does that really work for you?”
He
made a face, sucking in a hesitant breath through his teeth. “Apparently not.
This is my first time.”
“Virgin?”
I shot back. I was hardly bashful, and as I quickly found out, neither was he.
“Hardly,”
he grinned. “I meant that was my first time using that line. My buddy insisted
that I use it. It was a bet. I lost.” He took a long drink from his cup. “So
what college you go to?”
I
frowned. “College?”
“Yeah,
you at state, or community?”
“Um,
neither,” I said, suddenly realizing exactly why I hadn’t been able to
recognize anyone. This was a college party.
He nodded as if he understood perfectly.
I loved the excerpt. Thanks so much for sharing. michelle_willms@yahoo.com
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