I am excited to have one of my very good writer friends on the blog today, Amelia Bishop, and her new book, Water Witch.
Author Bio: I am a reader and writer of romantic
erotic fiction of all varieties. Sometimes, the little stories in my head just
need to be shared (and sometimes they are just for me). I enjoy red wine, black
rum, shell-hunting walks along the seashore, and solo late-night drunken dance
parties.
Author
Contact:
Twitter: @anotheramelia
Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/ameliabishop507/
Cover
Artist: Cover photo by Dan Skinner
Publisher: Self-published
Blurb(s):
Vincenzo is a witch with a short
fuse, a sexy smile, and dirty mouth.
Life demands little from Vincenzo.
Treasured by his mother and grandmother, protected by his coven, and blessed
with precognitive skills, he grew up happy and carefree in his snug home by the
bay.
Then a sexy Fae walks into his house
to steal his beloved heirlooms, and into his dreams to steal his heart.
Meanwhile, haunting visions of an unknown disaster on the horizon shake his
secure world and force him to take responsibility for the first time in his
life.
Now he must master his witchcraft,
temper his impulsiveness, and listen to his heart.
Excerpt:
Tour Dates/Stops:
His
long legs draped over the edge of the low bluff and he let my family treasures
fall onto the grass beside him. He picked up the incense stone and turned it
over in his hand. I knew the old rock well, but his hand enthralled me. His
milk-pale skin, smooth and dry now, no longer shone with wetness.
I
was able to see his face again then, and drank in the details. No jewelry,
human-looking earlobes, and the palest dusting of hair on his face, like a
woman might have. No trace of a beard, no imperfections on his skin at all. He
smiled at the stone, giving me the impression of affection. Did he covet these
things? Want them for himself? Had he taken them just to admire?
He
lifted his arm and threw the stone into the deep water below, and I almost
jumped up. The water sloshed in the ice bucket, but the vision remained. “NO!”
I shouted into the water as the rock hit the waves and sunk, lost forever.
“No.” I almost sobbed it that time. The
loss of that stone hit me like a fist to my chest as I sat there, powerless.
Tour Dates/Stops:
9/8:
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9/19:
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Prize: 3 e-copies of Water Witch
Thanks for hosting me, Dean! :)
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