Title: The White Witch’s Legacy 1: Raven
Blurb
Categories: Erotic
Romance, Contemporary, Fantasy, Paranormal, Shape-shifter
Word Count: 53,517
Heat Level: SEXTREME
Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.
Word Count: 53,517
Heat Level: SEXTREME
Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.
[Siren Allure:
Erotic Fantasy/Paranormal Romance, shape-shifters, witches, daemons,
bondage, spanking, HEA]
When Xander Kane
meets a delectable exotic dancer in a bar, he is instantly drawn to
her striking beauty. He knows he has to have her, but when he finally
convinces her to let him take her home, she disappears without a
trace after they share an electrifying night together. He never
thought he would see her again, but when fate takes her right back to
his doorstep he is intent on making her pay for running out on him
like she did. But Raven is not what she seems, and the secrets she
hides, coupled with his own dark skeletons, threatens to destroy any
hope that Xander harbored for them.
Raven embarks on a
perilous journey to protect her mother’s legacy and finds herself
fighting for her life at every turn. When she meets Xander Kane, he
is everything she wants in a man and everything she cannot afford to
let herself have right now. Will they be able to overcome the
obstacles that confront them at every turn and find their way to
love?
A Siren Erotic
Romance
Excerpt
“Myra,
hurry up, girl. I need you up here before the nightfall,” she said,
and Myra sighed again. It was already getting dark outside so, with
slumped shoulders, she made her way up the flight of rickety stairs,
fully expecting a dinner of liver and onions with boiled potatoes to
be waiting on her upstairs along with a game of cards.
The
scene that met her as she pushed the door open and entered the
apartment, however, made her freeze in the doorway, her jaw hitting
the wooden floor in shock. Hazel had pushed away all the furniture to
leave a wide space in the center or the living area. She had used
chalk to draw an enormous star in the middle of the floor, on each
point of which there was a lit candle, the flame flickering in the
slight breeze that entered through the half-opened window. There were
bottles of oils and essence placed on the ground beside the peculiar
drawing on the floor, and a black book lay inside it. The
salt-and-pepper-haired woman was busy walking around the shape and
sprinkling some sort of liquid methodically onto the floor. When she
noticed Myra standing dumbfounded in the doorway, she quickly put
down the container she was holding and beckoned for the girl to join
her where she stood. “Come girl, we don’t have time to waste! The
time has come for you to meet your destiny.”
“Aunt
Hazel, what is all this?” Myra asked when her wits returned to her.
She took several tentative steps forward, wondering if the old woman
had finally lost it after all. “I thought we were going to watch
The Sound of Music again and then play cards.”
“It
is your time, dear girl. Today is the day. This is what I have been
preparing you for, for all these years. Come! Take your place now, it
will soon begin.”
“Take
my place? Where exactly is my place, aunt?” she queried cautiously,
her feet still firmly rooted to the spot where she had stopped.
“You
are the eldest, Myra, the first. It is you who must bear the Mark
first. It will begin with you.”
As
much as Hazel’s words confused the heck out of her, Myra didn’t
bother to question her any further. She knew her aunt would only keep
speaking in riddles so the sooner she did as she was told, the better
it would be for her. Hesitantly, she walked over to where the old
woman stood, and upon her instructions, she stepped over the outline
of the star and went to stand in its center. Immediately, there was a
whiplash of lightning, followed by a horrific roar of thunder,
causing Myra to jump in fright. Where the hell had that come from? It
had been a bright, clear day, no sign of rainclouds anywhere.
Suddenly, all coherent thought fled her mind as a searing pain
gripped the back of her neck. It felt as if someone was carving her
skin with an extremely sharp object, or branding her with a hot pole.
A tortured cry tore from her lips and she fell to her knees, her arms
flying to the point of the pain as if she could make it stop by
wiping it away.
“Yes,
it has begun,” Hazel’s voice noted solemnly. She hobbled closer
to where Myra knelt, clutching the back of her neck. “Let go, Myra.
Accept your mark. Accept your true powers.”
Then
the wind began howling outside, rushing in through the open window
with the strength of a mid-summer Castallantran hurricane, so
powerful that it whipped Myra’s hair about her face and roared
loudly in her ears. In the midst of all this, the candles didn’t
only remain lit, but they seemed to be burning even brighter still.
Staring at them in shock, Myra suddenly noticed that inside each
flame, there was the face of a different woman staring back at her.
She gasped and made to jump to her feet, but Hazel’s hand on her
shoulder restrained her.
“Do
not fear, my child, no harm will come to you,” the woman reassured
her, and reluctantly Myra remained kneeling as the faces in the
candles’ flames began to chant together. The words were in a
language Myra had never heard before. There was no way for her to
understand what they meant, but somehow, she could tell exactly what
they were saying.
One
of three, witches that be, we grant you this day, the power to see.
Strength, wisdom, and courage be yours, to find the spell caster and
the other that cures.
Then,
just as suddenly as it started, the howling wind stopped. The pain at
the base of Myra’s neck subsided just as the flames from the
candles went out simultaneously, bringing an end to the mysterious
chanting, and the apartment was once again as quiet as it always was.
Myra jumped to her feet, head reeling with consternation as she
turned to face Hazel. The old woman just smiled and nodded before
bending to retrieve the black book from the floor. When she
straightened again, she handed it to Myra and then pulled her in for
a tight hug. “Welcome to the sisterhood, Myra,” she whispered
affectionately. “I know this is overwhelming, but I tried to
prepare you the best way I could.”
Myra
pulled away to look suspiciously at her eccentric aunt, her eyes
darting down to the book in her hand, then back to Hazel’s face.
“Aunt Hazel,” she began, her voice quivering slightly. “What
just happened?”
“You
finally joined the family, my dear,” her aunt replied, smiling
gleefully. “You now possess one third of the powers of the Great
White Witch of Castallantra.”
Myra
promptly fainted.
About
Kelsie Belle
Kelsie
Belle wears many hats – wife, mother and teacher are just a few but
the erotic romance writer hat is by far her favorite. Kelsie is
wildly gregarious by nature. She considers herself ‘forever 21’
and enjoys reading contemporary romance, Science fiction and fantasy,
listening to music and dancing like there’s no tomorrow. A caffeine
addict that lives life from one coffee mug to the next, she’s
always on the go, ready and waiting for the next adventure.
She
has been a storyteller for as long as she can remember, her
characters live inside her overactive mind and a thousand stories
come to life in her head every day. This novel is the first in her
three book paranormal series The White Witch’s Legacy. It promises
to be an exciting trip into her wild imagination and she hopes her
readers will enjoy the experience of taking a ride outside the
ordinary with her.
Contact
Kelsie here:
Twitter:
@mskelsiebelle
Website:
http://kelsiebelle.wordpress.com
Email:
kelsie.belle@yahoo.com
Tell me about yourself, and your writing.
I’m a wife, mother, school teacher and erotic romance writer. I’m an avid reader of romance and science fiction novels, a caffeine addict, and a firm believer in dancing to my own tune. Writing has been my first love from a very early age, it’s always been a way for me to express myself and find inner peace.
How long have you been writing? How many published books do you have, and what genres?
I’ve been writing since the age of 16 but my first book was published only earlier this year. I currently have two contemporary erotic novels out and one paranormal erotic novel. Another paranormal is due out this coming November.
Do you write in multiple genres or just one? If just one, do you ever consider straying outside your genre?
I’ve only written erotic novels so far but I do have my eyes on YA. I’m plotting a few as we speak so we’ll see how that goes.
Are you a plotter or do you write from the seat of your pants?
I do like to plot first just to make sure I know what I want to get out of a story but most of the time the characters take the plot out of my hands and have their own way with it, so I’d say I’m a bit of both.
What is a typical writing day like for you?
I’m a night writer mainly because I have too many other things to do in the daytime. Plus that’s when the house is at its quietest and I can actually hear myself think. LOL
Who do you love to read? Favorite authors, favorite books?
I don’t have any particular author that I pant after. I appreciate a good book regardless of who wrote it.
What is something you'd like to accomplish in your writing career next year?
Switching genres successfully I think. I know it will be difficult because of the stigma often associated with erotic romance writing.
If you could have one paranormal ability, what would it be?
Shapeshifting of course. But teleporting would be awesome too or maybe walking through walls.
If you could keep a mythical/ paranormal creature as a pet, what would you have? A helpful elf, to do all my chores of course
Tell us a little about your latest release.
Blurb: When Xander Kane meets a delectable exotic dancer in a bar, he is instantly drawn to her striking beauty. He knows he has to have her, but when he finally convinces her to let him take her home, she disappears without a trace after they share an electrifying night together. He never thought he would see her again, but when fate takes her right back to his doorstep he is intent on making her pay for running out on him like she did. But Raven is not what she seems, and the secrets she hides, coupled with his own dark skeletons, threatens to destroy any hope that Xander harbored for them.
Raven embarks on a perilous journey to protect her mother’s legacy and finds herself fighting for her life at every turn. When she meets Xander Kane, he is everything she wants in a man and everything she cannot afford to let herself have right now. Will they be able to overcome the obstacles that confront them at every turn and find their way to love?
This book is the first in a three book series called The White Witch’s Legacy.
Give us some insight into your main character. What makes him/her special?
Raven is very young and innocent at the beginning of the story but she had to grow up really quickly when her life took a very sudden change in direction. She’s special because she’d very determined and strong-willed and when she discovers that she has all these really cool magical powers it fascinates her just as it would a child. Xander is a very commanding man, he struggles with who he is but doesn’t let that determine how he operates in life. He’s the take charge kind of man that a woman can’t help but submitting to, even if it is just mentally. He has a dangerous edge but ultimately he makes a woman feel safe.
Mutual attraction brought them together at first but then Raven bruised his ego and pissed him off. So he wants revenge, bad enough to stoop to blackmail. That’s how they ended up together.
What new stories are you working on?
I’m finishing up book 3 in this series but I’m also working on two contemporary stories right now, Ember’s Secret Sin and Lover Undercover. I also have a Futuristic paranormal novel, A Dangerous Antidote, lined up as well. Hope to be done with them all by the end of the year.
What is something that you absolutely can't live without? (Other than family members)
The internet! Ugh, I’m addicted to being online and surfing the net.
Could you ever co author a book with someone? If so, who would you choose, and what would you write?
No I don’t think that would work for me. I could use someone as a sounding board but I’m too willful to collaborate.
What are some of your other hobbies outside of writing?
Reading, playing games of my tablet, playing scrabble with friends.
What is something you've always wanted to do, but haven't done yet. Why not?
What is a talent you wish you had, but don't?
Painting/drawing, something like that
Favorite color?
Purple
Weather: Hot or cold?
Cold, so then I can snuggle up, drink coffee and read
Favorite place to read?
In bed
Favorite meal
Don’t have one, I just love food :D
Favorite non-alcoholic drink.
Coke/Pepsi
If you could travel anywhere and do anything, no limits or money holding you back, where would you go?
A tour of major European cities (Paris, Rome, Spain, Athens, London)
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