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Monday, August 7, 2023

Medusa's Sisters by Lauren J. A. Bear: A LETTER FROM THE AUTHOR

“What do they call these beasts?” asked another courtier.
“The songs out of Athens name them Gorgons, the dreadful. The mortal one is Medusa.”
“And the other two?”
The merchant shrugged. “Nobody knows.”
A vivid and moving reimagining of the myth of Medusa and the sisters who loved her
for fans of Madeline Miller's Circe and Genevieve Gornichec's The Witch's Hear
 

A LETTER FROM THE AUTHOR
 
Dear Reader,
Ideas are trickly little things, difficult to find and hold. And they oftentimes require an arduous process, one that involves pacing or meditating, white boards and crumpled loose-leaf. Sometimes ideas arrive in bits and pieces, to be collected and assembled. And then, in the best of times, the synapses in the brain, or the voices of the muses, perfectly align and there it is, fully formed. The story.

The idea for Medusa’s Sisters came to me like that: a clear, instantaneous spark in a nursery nearly five years ago. My daughter was an infant and I was up with her for a nighttime feeding. This is typically when lack of sleep would send my exhausted, slightly manic mind spinning with questions like ‘How old is Steven
Spielberg?' 'What was the belle epoque?' 'How do you actually pronounce 'Worcestershire'?'

And then, one night: 'Medusa was one of the Gorgons. So, there must have been others. Who were they?'
 
I pulled up the Gorgons' Wikipedia article on my phone (over my sleeping baby's head) and read early 20th century classicist Jane Ellen Harrison's comment that Medusa was the real Gorgon. The other two sisters were just appendages.

In that moment, holding my daughter, I was a bit overcome. No woman is ever an appendage. My little girl would NEVER be dismissed as somebody else’s “plus one.”

I was going to make the Gorgon sisters matter.
 
For the next two years, I researched primary sources, searching for Stheno and Euryale in the mythological record. It was a bittersweet quest: on one hand, it bothered me that nobody ever asked what happened to these women, and then on the other hand, I knew I’d been presented with a delicious opportunity. The lack of information allowed me to reimagine these “monsters” as real women, real sisters, with relatable lives – ones full of love and jealousy, fun, pettiness, miscommunication, loyalty, and most notably, heroic strength of heart. To write the novel, I had to first read Homer and Hesiod, Aeschylus and Ovid, but Medusa’s Sisters strives for inclusivity – it’s a classics-inspired story written for everyone.
 
There is a current hunger for counter-narratives to the assumed and accepted histories to give voice to those who have been muted – and I understand why. For too long the old stories have depended upon the records compiled by an elite group of men. For too long, Medusa and the Gorgons have belonged to
Perseus’s journey. Not anymore! The modern reader cares about perspective and bias. We challenge the given testimony and ask better questions.
 
The woman with the snake hair has become, arguably, the most iconic image of the femme fatale. But nobody is born evil; monsters are made. I hope Medusa’s Sisters brings the Gorgons to life for you, that it
illuminates a too often discounted reality: even monsters have families.
 
Thank you, thank you, thank you for your time.
All my best,
Lauren J. A.

Medusa's Sisters
by Lauren J. A. Bear
August 8, 2023
A vivid and moving reimagining of the myth of Medusa and the sisters who loved her.

The end of the story is only the beginning…

Even before they were transformed into Gorgons, Medusa, Stheno, and Euryale were unique among their immortal family. Curious about mortals and their lives, Medusa and her sisters entered the human world in search of a place to belong, yet quickly found themselves at the perilous center of a dangerous Olympian rivalry and learned—too late—that a god's love is a violent one.

Forgotten by history and diminished by poets, the other two Gorgons have never been more than horrifying hags, damned and doomed. But they were sisters first, and their journey from lowly sea-born origins to the outskirts of the pantheon is a journey that rests, hidden, underneath their scales.

Monsters, but not monstrous, Stheno and Euryale will step into the light for the first time to tell the story of how all three sisters lived and were changed by each other, as they struggle against the inherent conflict between sisterhood and individuality, myth and truth, vengeance and peace.

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REVIEWS
"Bold, beautiful, and brilliantly subversive, Bear's incredible debut is engrossing from the very first page. With her ambitious storytelling, Bear breathes life to characters often reduced to the shadows, and has proven herself as a talent to watch!"—Claire M. Andrews, author of the Daughter of Sparta trilogy

"A must-read for Greek mythology fans seeking new depth in their tales and those who enjoyed Madeline Miller’s Circe or Pat Barker’s The Silence of the Girls."—Library Journal (starred review)

"Debut novelist Bear has artfully fashioned an entrancing tale that not only perfectly captures in poetic prose both the fabled glories and gritty realities of ancient Greece, but also features a trio of sisters, who, despite being mythological beings, seem all-too real and relatable by virtue of Bear’s gift for incisive characterization."—Booklist

“Bear handles the different voices of Stheno and Euryale with masterful skill and wit… With stellar writing and her focus on Medusa’s forgotten sisters, Bear’s contribution to the sub-genre of mythic retellings is not to be missed. Highly recommended.”—Historical Novel Society
About the Author
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LAUREN J. A. BEAR was born in Boston and raised in Long Beach. After studying English at UCLA and Education at LMU, she taught middle-school Humanities for over a decade — and survived! She is a teaching fellow for the Holocaust Center for Humanity, and lives in Seattle with her husband and three young children. She likes crossword puzzles and being on or near the water without getting wet. For more information -- or to subscribe to her newsletter, These Golden Lines -- head to www.laurenjabear.com.

Thursday, June 1, 2023

Shadows and Vines (The Reign of Goddesses Book 1) by C.D. Britt + giveaway

Shadows and Vines (The Reign of Goddesses Book 1)
by C.D. Britt
Oct 22, 2023
Genre: Urban Fantasy Romance
Everything you know about the gods of Ancient Greece is a lie.

Zeus.

Hades.

Poseidon.

They do not exist as you’ve been told.

For centuries, Persephone, the true Ruler of the Underworld, has watched humanity destroy themselves and the world around them. Known for centuries as her alter ego, Hades, she has guarded the souls under her care, her only interaction outside of her realm as C.E.O. of the largest financial company in the world, Cerberus Financial. She is content with this, except a soul has called to her and her alone for thousands of years. One that she finds herself bound to in more ways than one.

Devon Aideonous was murdered, his killer unknown, his past as a mercenary haunting him in the afterlife. He is sent to the Underworld, but not as a soul meant to live out eternity there. He is something far more powerful, and the more he learns about his new power, the more secrets are uncovered from his past.

This is book one in the “Reign of Goddesses” series.

Warning: Adult Content and Triggering situations such as PTSD, Trauma, Thoughts of suicide, Filicide (not happening in present), and rape (not happening in present).



Sirens and Leviathans (The Reign of Goddesses Book 2)
Goddess of the sea

Head of the Zephyr Maritime Administration.

Spymaster.

Amphitrite has always lived in the shadows of her sisters, but the shadows are where she does her best work. Living two lives was always easy enough for the Goddess; from being a pirate ship captain chasing secrets instead of gold to an upstanding government official. She has worked alongside her spies and sirens for centuries, guarding both the sea and Halcyon.

But a war has started against the Titans, and the darkness taking over the sea is now more than she can handle alone.

West Murphy has been the golden heir all his life, making selfish choices and surrounding himself with disposable people. That was until the night an act of violence forever changed his life. Now, feeling betrayed by everyone he knows, he considers himself a hollow shell of a man with no true purpose.

Until a tsunami changes the tides of his fate forever.

This is book two in the "Reign of Goddesses" series. To truly enjoy book two, it is recommended that you read book one.

TW: adult subject matter discussed. Recommended for 18+. Scenes of violence and assault are all happening in the past.

Storms and Embers (The Reign of Goddesses Book 3)
Archon of Zephyr.

Queen of the Goddesses.

A Broken Woman.

Hera has reigned over Olympus and humanity for millennia. Seen as cold, sarcastic, and callous, she uses this to her advantage, keeping everyone, including her sisters, at a distance. It's a lonely life, but it worked, until the Titans decided that breaking her father out of Tartarus was a good idea. A move that put her and her sisters against the Titans in a battle for their thrones upon Olympus.

Dr. Viktor Alden understands being alone. As a man who has spent his immortal life as a nomad, living with a curse that has kept him from allowing anyone to really know him, he is fascinated by the enigmatic woman who quite literally runs the world. Too bad they have a battle they may not win, or even live through, for him to learn the intricacies that make up the Queen of the Goddesses.

Now, two people who have spent their entire lives distrusting the world must learn to trust each other if they want to survive the upcoming war.

Storms and Embers is the final book in the Reign of Goddesses series. To truly enjoy this book, it is highly recommended you read the other books in the series first.
TW: violence, cursing, adult situations.


About the Author
C.D. Britt began her writing journey when her husband told her she needed to use her excessive imagination to write stories as opposed to creating a daily narrative for him. Ever since she penned her first words, life has been a lot more peaceful for him.

She currently resides in Texas where she has yet to adapt to the heat. Her husband thrives in it, so unfortunately, they will not be relocating to colder climates anytime soon.

Their two young children would honestly complain either way.

When she is not in her writing cave (hiding from the sun), she enjoys ignoring the world as much as her children will allow with a good book, music, and vast amounts of coffee (until it’s time for wine).

C.D. Britt is the author of the Reign of Goddesses series, Clan of Shadows series, and the upcoming Blood of Saviors series.

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Wednesday, March 9, 2022

Book Review: A Swift and Savage Tide (Captain Kit Brightling #2) by Chloe Neill

A Swift and Savage Tide (Captain Kit Brightling #2) 
by Chloe Neill
November 30, 2021
Chloe Neill’s bold, seafaring heroine Captain Kit Brightling sets sail for the high seas and high sorcery in this swashbuckling fantasy series.

Captain Kit Brightling is Aligned to the magic of the sea, which makes her an invaluable asset to the Saxon Isles and its monarch, Queen Charlotte. The Isles and its allies will need every advantage they can get: Gerard Rousseau, the former Gallic emperor and scourge of the Continent, has escaped his island prison to renew his quest for control of the Continent.

Gerard has no qualms about using dangerous magic to support his ambitions, so Kit and the crew of her ship, the Diana, are the natural choice to find him—and help stop him. But then Kit’s path unexpectedly crosses with that of the dashing and handsome Rian Grant, Viscount Queenscliffe, who’s working undercover on the Continent in his own efforts to stop Gerard. And he’s not the only person Kit is surprised to see. An old enemy has arisen, and the power he’ll wield on Gerard’s behalf is beautiful and terrible. Sparks will fly and sails will flutter as Kit and crew are cast into the seas of adventure to fight for queen and country.

Kit Brightling is an accomplished, highly skilled sea captain of the Saxon Isles. A young woman in a largely male profession, Captain Kit is undaunted and determined in her assignment to help protect the isles from an advancing foe. Kit possesses a magical alignment with sea currents. This alignment provides Kit and her crew an advantage as they covertly pursue and surveil enemy forces. However, recognizing the power and potential of such an alignment, the isles monitor and sanction the use of magic. Kit’s relationship with her magic is wary. Exiled Emperor Gerard has been gathering forces against the isles and its allies. He is amassing volatile magical power regardless of the danger it poses to the continent.


A Swift and Savage Tide is the fabulous follow-up to Neil’s first series installment, The Bright and Breaking Sea. I adored the first book and greatly anticipated Kit’s next adventure. This fantasy series has it all: a confident, formidable female heroine, adventure, espionage, and smouldering romance. The plot is fun and engaging. I was also most pleased the romance between Captain Kit and Viscount Rian Grant is more fully realized in this installment. I found A Swift and Savage Tide to be an all-consuming, wildly entertaining read from start to finish.

This series has long-term potential. While threats remain, there are other creative, curious, and courageous Brightlings in the wings waiting to support Kit and future developments. I cannot wait for the next sea-faring adventure.

5 Sheep Review: The Bright and Breaking Sea (Captain Kit Brightling #1)

Five Sheep





Bianca Greenwood

Photo by Dana Damewood.
About the Author:
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Chloe Neill is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Captain Kit Brightling, Heirs of Chicagoland, Chicagoland Vampires, Devil’s Isle, and Dark Elite novels. She was born and raised in the South, but now makes her home in the Midwest, where she lives with her gamer husband and their bosses/dogs, Baxter and Scout.  Chloe is a voracious reader and obsessive Maker of Things; the crafting rotation currently involves baking and quilting. She believes she is exceedingly witty; her husband has been known to disagree.  

Chloe is represented by Lucienne Diver of The Knight Agency and is a member of the Science Fiction & Fantasy Writers of America.

Friday, December 10, 2021

Book Review Coming: The Blue Pendant (When Gods Clash #1) by Rob James + giveaway

by Rob James
November 15th, 2021
Genre: Paranormal Thriller/ Greek Mythology
Debilitated in Afghanistan, Angus MacDonald struggles to find peace and escape his nightmares. He visits Culloden Battlefield, Scotland, where ancient voices traumatize him. They reveal a shocking connection to his ancestors who died in 1746 where he now stands. They compel him to fight again, but this time against an unworldly enemy. Inexplicable and uncanny changes wrack his mind and body.

To protect humankind from slavery Angus must face the past, but more troubling, his future while unraveling the mystery of his heritage. He strives to discover millennia-old truths from Olympus, Greece, and the violent history that produced them. The truth of who bred him to die saving humanity.
The most crucial battle of Angus’s story begins on the same infamous field of his clan’s decimation, but worse, when he returns to Washington, D.C., war follows.

Rob James’ WHEN GODS CLASH includes a fascinating take on Greek mythology through vivid world-building; a work of supernatural fantasy. Olympians are not what books describe. Here, they are real. The book is a searing, unique makeover of loved themes.


The Blue Pendant is the first book in Rob James’s series When Gods Clash. Angus MacDonald, a veteran with PTSD investigates his heritage in Culloden, Scotland when he starts to hear a voice from what appears to be his forefathers, who were killed by the British in 1746. Tony, his godfather struggles to help Angus and is shocked when unexplained things continue to happen to Angus, himself as well as others.

What interested me in this series was the connection between mythology from Olympus, Greece, and other areas. Mythology has so many connections to different aspects of our world and cultures around the world that I like to see how an author’s spin differs from another. The other fascinating part of this book that I wanted to explore was Scotland. Scotland is one of the most fascinating areas that I like to read about in a book series. If you’re a fan of a good mystery, mythology, or Scotland then this book is for you. The only thing I struggled with a little bit was the author’s writing style. There were times in the book that I was confused about who was talking but it didn’t deter too much from the great storyline.

Getting 4 sheep





Denise B

About the Author

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Rob James is a student of history and geopolitics and writing novels with historical themes is his passion. Dramatic events and tales from history help to create thrills and suspense. They also color flawed but compelling protagonists.

Since childhood, stories of Rob Roy MacGregor, and the ancient Greek heroes heightened Rob’s passion for reading. He knows them and the history of their times intimately, lighting the richly layered backstory of his novels.

When referencing ancient characters, tradition can become repetitive so Rob takes care to provide unique takes on the often-repeated tales. As his plots are set in the present day, intertwining the old with the new demands respect for the old, while giving them a modern punch; a lift to provide relevance and resonate with readers.

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Sunday, January 31, 2021

Book Review: The Bright and Breaking Sea (Captain Kit Brightling #1) by Chloe Neill

The Bright and Breaking Sea (Captain Kit Brightling #1)
by Chloe Neill
November 17, 2020
Publisher: Berkley
377 pages
Genre: historical fantasy, Greek & Roman myths
Chloe Neill brings her trademark wit and wild sense of adventure to a stunning seafaring fantasy starring a dauntless heroine in a world of magic and treachery.

Kit Brightling, rescued as a foundling and raised in a home for talented girls, has worked hard to rise through the ranks of the Isles’ Crown Command and become one of the few female captains in Queen Charlotte's fleet. Her ship is small, but she's fast—in part because of Kit’s magical affinity to the sea. But the waters become perilous when the queen sends Kit on a special mission with a partner she never asked for.

Rian Grant, Viscount Queenscliffe, may be a veteran of the Continental war, but Kit doesn’t know him or his motives—and she’s dealt with one too many members of the Beau Monde. But Kit has her orders, and the queen has commanded they journey to a dangerous pirate quay and rescue a spy who's been gathering intelligence on the exiled emperor of Gallia.

Kit can lead her ship and clever crew on her own, but with the fate of queen and country at stake, Kit and Rian must learn to trust each other, or else the Isles will fall....


Listen to Chloe read chapter 1: LINK

Captain Kit Brightling has been forging a promising career as a member of the Isles’ Crown Command. Her supernatural command of the sea, combined with undaunting determination, has made her a rising young star in the field. She’s young, energetic, and determined to prove her worth in the male-dominated sphere. Nothing has come easily to Kit, raised as an orphan by her adventurous benefactor Hetta and Kit’s resentment of the “Beau Monde”, the realm’s privileged class is clear: “its members born into extraordinary wealth and primarily concerned, at least in Kit’s experience, with their own comfort and ease.” When Queen Charlotte commands Kit to team with Colonel Rian Grant, Viscount Queenscliffe, a member of the Beau Monde, resentment simmers.

The Bright and Breaking Sea is a wholly entertaining fantasy adventure, marking the start of a very special series. Kit and Rian make a remarkable team evolving from frosty colleagues to reluctant partners, to something more. Neill builds a rich fantasy realm while commenting on contemporary concerns such as gender and class equality. Her characters are rich and varied. The action, adventure, and slow-burn romance are set against building political tension sure to propel the action of this series for installments to come.

Kit is a fresh, forthright female main determined to maintain her independence: “I’ve a negative view of the requirements that women play at being helpless to attract a wealthy man, and exchange meaningful activity to become accessories, like a soft ug or charming vase once married.” She is eventually forced to confront her own judgements against Grant and his birthright when he proves to be as focussed and determined as she.

I had a legitimate book hangover after concluding The Bright and Breaking Sea. I anxiously anticipate future installments. Fans of fantasy adventure will appreciate this thoughtful, entertaining read. I look forward to the unfolding of political espionage of the Isles and beyond. I am hopeful the other girls of Brightling house, as well as their intriguing sponsor Hetta, will feature in coming installments.

Five Sheep






Bianca Greenwood

Photo by Dana Damewood.
About the Author:
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Chloe Neill is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Captain Kit Brightling, Heirs of Chicagoland, Chicagoland Vampires, Devil’s Isle, and Dark Elite novels. She was born and raised in the South, but now makes her home in the Midwest, where she lives with her gamer husband and their bosses/dogs, Baxter and Scout.  Chloe is a voracious reader and obsessive Maker of Things; the crafting rotation currently involves baking and quilting. She believes she is exceedingly witty; her husband has been known to disagree.  

Chloe is represented by Lucienne Diver of The Knight Agency and is a member of the Science Fiction & Fantasy Writers of America.

Tuesday, May 7, 2019

Spotlight; A Touch of Darkness (Hades & Persephone #1) by Scarlett St. Clair + giveaway

A Touch of Darkness (Hades & Persephone #1)
by Scarlett St. Clair
Spring 2019
Genres: Adult, Mythology, Retelling, Romance
Persephone is the Goddess of Spring by title only. The truth is, since she was a little girl, flowers have shriveled at her touch. After moving to New Athens, she hopes to lead an unassuming life disguised as a mortal journalist.

Hades, God of the Dead, has built a gambling empire in the mortal world and his favorite bets are rumored to be impossible.

After a chance encounter with Hades, Persephone finds herself in a contract with the God of the Dead and the terms are impossible: Persephone must create life in the Underworld or lose her freedom forever.

The bet does more than expose Persephone’s failure as a Goddess, however. As she struggles to sow the seeds of her freedom, love for the God of the Dead grows—and it’s forbidden.



About the Author:
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Scarlett St. Clair lives in Oklahoma with her husband. She has a Master's degree in Library Science and Information Studies and spends a lot of time researching reincarnation, unsolved murders and Greek mythology-all of which made it into her debut novel When Stars Come Out.





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Tuesday, April 2, 2019

Cover Reveal: Hunt of the Gods (Areios Brothers #2) by Amy Braun

Hunt of the Gods (Areios Brothers #2)
by Amy Braun
June 4, 2019
Genres: Adult, Urban Fantasy
Two months have passed since Derek Areios—war-scion and heir of Ares—and the band of rogue scions he’s aligned with recovered both the Thunderbolt of Zeus and the Heart of the Devourer and returned them to the Gods. During the battle, Derek discovered he could control not only the element of fire, as all war-scions can, but also the dark element “aether,” making him the only scion alive to wield two types of elemental magic.

Commanded by Zeus to retrieve the Trinity Weapons and the Shards of Cronus, Derek and the rogue scions are thwarted in their goal by a gang of water-scions with a grudge against one of the rogues—Thea, heir of Poseidon. Both groups travel to an uninhabited island to recover one of the Shards––the Eye that belonged to Cronus, King of the Titans. But what they encounter will lead them down a path of brutal betrayals, hard truths, painful memories, and desperate actions.

With angry and impatient gods breathing down his neck, a curse that allows Ares to control him, a prophecy he’s desperate to avoid, a magic spear corrupting his thoughts, and two forms of elemental magic, Derek has a lot of baggage—and a lot of power. Will the price of using that power to satisfy the Gods be too much for him to pay?

Mythological monsters, explosive magic, and devastating truths take center stage in the second novel of the action-packed AREIOS BROTHERS series from Amy Braun.


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Amy is a Canadian urban fantasy and horror author. Her work revolves around monsters, magic, mythology, and mayhem. She started writing in her early teens, and never stopped. She loves building unique worlds filled with fun characters and intense action.

When she isn’t writing, she’s reading, watching movies, taking photos, gaming, struggling with chocoholism and ice cream addiction, and diving headfirst into danger in Dungeons & Dragons campaigns.


Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Spotlight: Olympian Challenger by Astrid Arditi

by Astrid Arditi 
July 3, 2018
348 pages
A hero’s tournament. A defiant contender. Does one girl have the courage to take on Mount Olympus? Hope’s world doesn’t have room for heroes. She barely has time for schoolwork, swim team, and taking care of her ailing mother. But when she’s invited to a mysterious tournament, the all-powerful hosts won’t take no for an answer. Transported to Mount Olympus, Hope comes face to face with her new trainers—the pantheon of Greek gods. While other contenders train hard to gain a fighting edge, Hope searches for a way out. Instead, she finds a gorgeous shadow god who may just convince her to stay… As each round unfolds, the ultimate prize draws closer—the granting of her heart’s deepest desire. If she survives the final challenge, her mother’s cure would be within reach… but only if Hope can ignore the tournament’s dark purpose. Olympian Challenger is the first book in a bold YA urban fantasy trilogy that fans of Rick Riordan and Cassandra Clare are sure to devour. If you like Greek mythology, forbidden romance, and feats of courage, then you’ll love Astrid Arditi’s heroic coming-of-age tale. 

About the Author:
Astrid Arditi has studied at Hogwarts, ridden a dragon, swam with mermaids and flown to the moon. Recently, she traveled to Mount Olympus… She leads a double life: one of words and whimsy; the other one chasing her two young kids around the playground and kissing away booboos. She’s a spy, a princess, a unicorn, a wife, a mother and an author. Life is never dull in her messy home in Brooklyn, or in her dreams where she escapes as often as she can. She writes from experience, of course. You may not believe it, but everything in her books has actually happened to her…even if only in her imagination.

Friday, June 22, 2018

UF Author Paula Millhouse: Have you ever secretly craved your very own Fairy Godmother? + giveaway


Have you ever secretly craved your very own Fairy Godmother?

Thanks for having me guest blog today on I Smell Sheep to celebrate the release of my new novel, Hunters’ Watch Brigade: The Game.

From Cinderella to Obi Wan Kenobi, mentors have appeared in fiction throughout the ages. They are a literary device to help the Hero or Heroine find their way through the maze of their story world.

I want to introduce you to two fairy godmother's who appear in my new story, Constance and Tivoli.

Initially, these two showed up for work as very bad girls, but my editor thought it might be fun to twist their personalities and change them into well-meaning, mischievous witches who keep getting in the way and creating chaos.

From conjuring up werewolves to monster crabs, they make Sam and Max and Shade's story journey a living hell. Shade doesn't have the heart to put them in jail with their apprentice Kira. So, the coven sisters are free to roam the story and wreak havoc on the Hunters’ Watch agents.

Three mini-excerpts from the book with Constance and Tivoli.



Sam
As I looked around the theater, I realized the witches were sure hot and bothered. I considered their argument, because I’d seen a lot of freaky things in my time with the HWB.

“Alex Van Dam designed this game to bring him a talisman that no one in the supernatural community has ever been able to find,” my mom added.

But I sensed something more sinister at work.

“You said this concerned the HWB, Mom. How?”

“The witches spelled that application,” Mom said. “It was Kira’s idea. Most of us voted against it, but she convinced Tivoli and Constance to help her.”

The two little old ladies stood by Kira’s side. I didn’t recognize them. They were plump, with gray hair, and both moved with the cadence of someone who needed a cane. Tivoli’s hair was pulled up on her head in a bun, and Constance sported wild, untamable silver-white curls. They both had way too much blue eyeshadow painted on their lids.

I raised my hand and walked closer to Kira. “Hold on just a minute. You spelled the app? With what?”

“Ummm . . . creatures,” Kira said. “To scare the humans away, of course.”

Max strode across the stage to us. Constance and Tivoli both giggled when he approached and eyed him from head to toe. He raised his brows, then turned to Kira. “Creatures? Exactly what sort of creatures are we talking about here?”

From the corner of my eye, I saw a blur of motion from the front row, and suddenly Shade was standing right next to me. I’d never get used to his freakishly fast vampire movements.

Kira shrugged, as if defying the seven-foot-tall vampire.

“Go on. Explain yourself. How did you spell the game?” Shade demanded, his voice deep and just this side of menacing. The sound of it should have had the witches flying off on their broomsticks in fear.

“Just a summoning of things to deter anyone from finding the arrowhead and giving it to the wizard. Since you and your organization haven’t done anything to stop him, we took matters into our own hands.”

I stared at the witch. Whoever had voted Kira into a position of leadership should have had their heads examined and their grimoires confiscated. Good Lord, what a freaking mess.

Shade glared at her. “You will remove the spell. Now.”

“No,” she said. “We can’t.” Her coven mates crossed their arms and shook their gray heads.

“Why the hell not?” Max growled.

“It’s triple-bound. No one can reverse it.” Kira looked from Shade to Max, and then back to me. “Van Dam’s a menace to all of us witches, and to society at large.”

“Once the Winter Solstice breaks, the influx of bad supernaturals he’s invited to Manhattan to help him find the arrowhead may overrun our favorite city,” Constance added, nodding at her sister, who nodded back.

“We decided to invite some players of our own to balance out the game.” Tivoli’s blue eyes sparkled with amusement when she looked up at Shade.

“Helmina?” Shade bellowed, his face turning from its usual light complexion to a deep-colored red. How did vampires do that? “Is this true?”

“Afraid so. I wanted you to hear it from them.”

“Then I have no choice, Kira. You and the spellweavers are officially under arrest,” Shade said.

A breeze fluttered across my skin, and suddenly twenty or so vampires, all wearing black HWB uniforms with red arm patches, moved into place on the stage. Damn they were fast.

“We’ll go peacefully, of course.” Kira held out both arms, and Tivoli and Constance did the same. Shade snapped a pair of cuffs on Kira’s wrists. But he obviously didn’t have it in him to handcuff Tivoli and Constance. The two little old ladies smiled at him, and Constance leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, young man.”

Young man? Heck, maybe they were older than Shade.

© Paula Millhouse


Sam
Shade and I looked across the Hudson River to Battery Park. Three hundred people with cellphones snapping selfies crowded the first ferry coming across the river. On the top deck of the boat, right out in front of everyone else stood our two wayward witches, Constance and Tivoli. Were the two little old ladies spying on us? Watching to see if we’d failed?

“Why did you let them go?”

He stood beside me, and we stared at them. Tivoli was dressed in a blue gabardine pantsuit with a flappy blue hat on her head. It made her look even taller, and I was sure she already stood six feet. Constance had picked out a bubble-gum-pink peasant dress, which did nothing for her rotund figure except enhance it. Shade gestured toward them. “What? They’re not really a bother.”

I flicked a piece of crab shell off his uniform. “They conjured up mutant crabs, Shade.”

“Look, they’re old. I couldn’t bring myself to keep them in jail, okay. You think the crabfest is over?” he asked.

“Hope so. We should stand by and monitor the situation. But the way most spells work is once the magic dissipates, they don’t regenerate. I mean, well, hopefully.”

He gave me a tight-lipped stare.

© Paula Millhouse


Shade
“Fuckin’ werewolves.” They’d nearly torn up Central Park, and it was going be a long night wasted putting everything right.

Back at the rendezvous point, he strode through the HWB agents and walked up to Tivoli and Constance. “Ladies, excuse me. Might I have a word?”

Constance and Tivoli eyed each other and giggled. “Of course, Shade. How can we help you?”

He shot them a grin, holding his palms up for emphasis. “You’ve got to call your wolves back in. If they get out into the city, someone might get hurt.” Maybe Sam had been right. He should have kept these two troublemakers at headquarters. “You wouldn’t want that, right?”

The two matronly witches eyed each other, shook their heads, then looked back at him. “Of course not.”

“But we had to do something. You haven’t found the artifact, and the wizard is getting stronger,” Constance added, lifting her pudgy arms skyward.

“Yeah,” Tivoli agreed, her curly gray hair swinging around her. “We lost a coven member to him last night. That’s what he’ll do to all of us, unless we find that silver piece first.”

Shade crossed his arms. “We’re on it, Tivoli. I have a plan. But now, look, you’re going to have to trust me to handle this from now on.” He felt like he was getting on to his grandmother. He reminded himself to smile. “Please call those creatures back and get rid of them.”

“Fine,” they said in unison.

With help from one of the young male witches, Tivoli climbed on a chair, reached her arms wide, and sent out a pulse of magic that sounded like a high-pitched dog whistle. Shade covered his ears.

“Come,” she commanded.

Shade and the agents stood back and made way for fifteen pairs of glowing eyes. He covered his nose. Each one with a witch on its back, the werewolves approached. They were hideously large killing machines, with teeth as big as spikes on a backhoe.

He caught a whiff of one who came a little too close and gagged. They stank like rotten garbage.

These bastards were so big, he wondered about Tex’s comment about the Chernobyl packs. Their dense matted hair formed shields of armor on their pelts. When they pulled their muzzles back, they exposed razor-sharp incisors. Some of them had strands of saliva dripping off their teeth. He’d seen a lot of crazy shit in his two hundred years with the Brigade, but damn, he’d hate to be on the bad side of one of those bulldozers.

The witches dismounted, petted the huge beasts, and thanked them. They left their mounts to surround Tivoli and Constance. The enclave worked together to cast their spell.

“Thank you for your service, brothers.” In unison, they channeled their energy and opened a gleaming white circular door. The lead werewolf stalked through it.
© Paula Millhouse

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Hunters’ Watch Brigade: The Game
by Paula Millhouse
June 15, 2018
Genre: Urban Fantasy with strong Paranormal Romance elements
79,000 words
Print Length: 226 pages
Publisher: ImaJinn Books, an Imprint of Belle Books/Bell Bridge Books
ASIN: B07D5MFPC6
ISBN13: 9781611948677

A demigod’s work is never done…

All monster hunter Samantha Silverton wants is a little R&R. She and her sexy partner, cat shifter Max, have a week off in the city that never sleeps, and she intends to enjoy it. But before she can unpack her suitcase, she’s caught up in the middle of a wicked game—a smartphone app driven scavenger hunt that’s bringing all the big, bad Supernaturals to NYC to play. The bad part? The game was the brainchild of Alex Van Dam—Sam’s first love. What’s worse? She has to play alone.

Maximillion Ra hasn’t quite got a handle on his unique shifter magic yet. He’s in love with Sam, but if he’s ever going to be any good to her, he has to face his family’s curse. But how can he leave Sam now, especially with her old flame in the picture?

Alex Van Dam isn’t interested in who wins his game. He just wants to find the final prize—an ancient Greek relic. Once he has it, he’ll use the artifact’s magic to control all the Supernaturals in Manhattan, starting with the Hunters’ Watch Brigade.

Only Sam stands in his way. And without Max by her side, even the monster hunting daughter of Poseidon has to wonder if she stands a chance...



Excerpt:
Chapter 1
Sam
“JUST, GREAT, SHADE.” The New York Museum of Natural History? I stared up into the violet eyes of my vampire handler, tapped the seven-inch raised scar on my left forearm, and drew out my blue-crystal trident, Atlantis. He had to be freaking kidding me. “And you want me to do what?”

Shade Vermillion had said something about a wizard and a giant rat, but after that, I hadn’t really heard anything else because a booming hammered in my ears. I hated rats.

He pointed at the front entrance door off Central Park West and 79th Street. The hours of operation were clearly posted. The museum had closed half an hour ago, so human casualties wouldn’t be an issue.

Shade showed me and my boyfriend Max a tablet with the details of the mission he was offering us. We’d just celebrated Max’s graduation from basic training for the Hunters’ Watch Brigade. We had a full two weeks of R&R planned in the city, and I wanted to show him everything I loved about Manhattan.

Our vacation had officially started an hour ago, but Shade had called us in to help out with one last mission. So much for time off. We should have gone to the British Virgin Islands, instead.

“Someone opened a portal around back of the campus near the planetarium. My team and I will head over there to make sure nothing gets in or out of that thing while you two check out the inside of the museum.”

I stared up at my boss who’d dressed in jeans, boots, and a black sweater. He didn’t need it to keep the crisp late-December weather at bay. I figured he styled himself like that so he fitted in with the rest of the humans. “You’re the best damn monster-hunter in the HWB. You can do this, Samantha.”

Shade always used my full name. The formality kept us at a professional distance, and I liked it that way. To everyone else, I was Sam. I didn’t need him blowing smoke up my ass. Besides, I loved to hunt monsters. No cause for the urging.

“Sure, she can do this,” Max said. He stood up to his full six-foot-seven height, ran one hand through his dark-brown hair, and stared Shade in the eye.

I glared up at my sexy guardian/boyfriend/cat shifter, whose native form was a thirty-five-pound Maine Coon housecat. While they were both right—I could do this—the real question was, did I want to?

The last rays of sunshine streaked pink and orange across the New York City sky. Sunlight didn’t bother Shade the way it did other vampires. My dad, the Greek god Poseidon, had given him a free pass to Daywalk for a year to follow up on some critical HWB business with some nasty vamps. I wondered how that was going for him, but now was not the time to ask.

“Rat Patrol. My favorite job.” Max smiled and cracked his knuckles with a loud resounding pop. Then he extended his three-inch-long, razor-sharp claws. “You ready, Sam? Piece of cake, right?”

I think I nodded my head.

I stared up at the stone building and swallowed hard. I’d been on field trips to this museum as a child but had never set foot in the place on a mission. I mean, what kind of lunatic hits the most famous institution of learning in New York City?

“You got a tip from Chad?” I asked. “About the rat?”

Chad was one of our junior operatives. He was a seventeen-year-old wizard who also worked for the museum while he finished high school and transitioned to college. He was kinda like me—one of Shade’s kids—but I was nine years older than he was.

Shade tapped his index finger on the tablet’s screen. “Chad recognized a rogue HWB wizard, Dusty McLane, snooping around earlier. He’d asked to review some ancient manuscripts from Greece—he always did have a passion for all things Greek. But he’d hung around, long after he seemed to have been finished. Then, this afternoon, Chad noticed that one of the journals kept in the modern book collection in the research library had gone missing. He called us in on it.”

“And that’s when surveillance captured video footage of this wizard using his magic to revive one of the taxidermist’s mounts of a giant sewer rat?” Max asked, with a little too much glee in his voice.

Shade nodded. “It’s not unusual to catch wizards stealing. They take what they want when it suits them. Talismans. Treasure. Books with secrets.”

I grimaced. “I freaking hate rats. Any self-respecting New Yorker hates rats. They’re filthy, and they grow to the size of raccoons around here.”

Shade grasped my arm and stared at me with searching violet eyes. “I should pull someone else in on this one. Your vacation started an hour ago. I just thought, with your Greek heritage and all, you might have an edge.”

My trident Atlantis, a gift from my dad, generated a soft pulsing buzz in my hands, like a cellphone vibrating a new call. Whenever paranormal shit was about to hit the fan, I got advanced warnings from my weapon. “We’ve got this,” I said and searched Max’s handsome face. “You distract the rat, and I’ll find the wizard.”

Max honed his claws together until they sang a high-keening metal sound, like a warrior sharpening a sword. “Let’s do this.”

Shade motioned for Chad to unlock the doors, and we strode inside. “I think they’re upstairs, Sam.” The young wizard gestured to the marble stairs, an expression of terror etched across his face. “You think you can catch them?”

I grinned at Chad, who wore his straight blond hair short, and a little soul patch of a beard on his chin. “Yeah, I do. But you should go outside and help Shade with that portal. He might need you to use your magic to shut it down. Don’t let the wizard escape.”

Relief washed away his fear, and with a final, “Be careful,” he rushed out the door.

That’s what we do. We’re agents of the Hunters’ Watch Brigade, and when supernatural evil threatens people, we go in and stop it.

I turned and grinned up at Max. “Shall we?”

“Thought you’d never ask,” he replied. We hit the stairs running and raced up to the third floor. Once we got to the Hall of New York Mammals, the stench of sewers assaulted my nose. Glass displays lay in ruins. Taxidermist mounts of the museum’s collection were askew, and the one mount that was missing was the common brown rat. Great.

I headed upstairs for the fourth level. “I’m going up to the library.”

“Not without me, you’re not.” Max came up beside me, racing his way in front.

A chittering noise sounded off at the top of the stairs. As if Manhattan didn’t have enough of these bastards, now we had a mutant magic rat the size of a damn Great Dane running loose in the museum. I skidded to a stop when I saw the filthy creature, with dusty brown clumps of mangy fur hanging from its body. Plumes of dust puffed up into the air around it, and when it sneezed, long threads of gooey slime hung from its jowls. Holy shit. Make that the size of a damn grizzly bear. “Max! Watch out!”

He raced ahead of me, never hesitating. The rat leapt at him, baring wooden-colored teeth and whipping its scaly pink tail around. The tail tripped Max, and he went flying into a spin across the polished marble floors.

I aimed Atlantis, but I couldn’t find a clear shot because Max reared up and faced off with the rat. The vermin leapt at him, but he slashed at its hide, and buried his claws elbow deep in the mutant rodent. Something multicolored spilled out of the rat’s belly and spread out all around them.

To my horror, a pack of at least a hundred smaller rats emerged, scampering throughout the room.

I focused my trident’s tines toward them and blasted a surge of power into the mass of rodents. The smell of singed fur hit my nose, and I gagged.

The grizzly-bear-sized mama rat scurried away toward the stairs, its herd of offspring racing after her. They bounded down the stairwell, Max hot on their trail. “Go find the wizard. I’ve got this,” he yelled.

I hesitated for a second, wondering if I should follow them. Would Max be okay by himself? Yes, he was now a full-fledged HWB agent, but I still felt that he was my responsibility. But so was capturing Dusty McLane.

I turned and raced to the research library. It was quiet and empty. Of course, he wouldn’t be hiding in here.

I reversed my direction and ran back down one flight of stairs, to where we’d seen all the destruction.

I found the wizard in one of the dioramas of Native American Peoples. His fiery-red hair stood out like beacon, and he was covered in freckles. Dressed in jeans and an NYU hoodie, he held the stolen journal, a little red book, in his left hand close to his heart. I aimed Atlantis at his head. “You know I can’t let you take that book out of here, Dusty.”

He stepped behind the display of Indians, counting on my desire to not destroy the museum’s precious artifacts. “What, this? It’s no big deal—just a compilation of notes put together by some old history professor. Nothing important.”

What was he hiding? I moved, trying to find a clear path, an open shot. He countered, and we entered into a dance. “If it’s in the museum, it’s important. Hand it over.”

“That rat’s gonna kill your partner.” He taunted me with the information about the spell he’d used to bring the rat to life. “I gave it venom. He’ll die if he gets bitten. And when those younglings get out of the building, the whole city will be in jeopardy.”

I narrowed my eyes. Was Max at risk? What would happen if the little monsters escaped from the museum? Could he stop them all?

What a creep. This was exactly why I enjoyed monster-hunting so much. Stopping someone like Dusty from hurting people really did it for me. “So, what? If I let you take the little red book, you’ll call it off? Put the rat back up on the wall where it’s supposed to be?”

He smiled, and it made him look like a naughty little boy. “Maybe.”

Why the heck was he hanging around? He’d obviously opened the portal outside so he could escape. Why hadn’t he hightailed it out of there once he got his hands on the book?

The problem with rogue wizards was that you never could trust them. “You’re former HWB, I understand. Come in with me now, and I’ll see if Shade will take it easy on you.”

He snorted. “Not likely. We have plans for this little book.”

“We? Who’s we, Dusty?” He didn’t answer me. Definitely a bad sign. I moved closer when he leaned down, taking his attention off me.

“Take this to Alex,” he said in a voice so low, I almost didn’t hear him. He handed the journal to a knee-high-sized creature with a pointed face who chittered at him, grasped it in its back claws, then flapped wide, leathery, bat-like wings. Rising above us, it had the damn nerve to hiss at me while it took flight.

I jabbed at it with my trident, hoping to skewer it before it got away, but I missed. It squawked, then spat at me, and I had to dodge right to avoid acidy venom. It flew so close to me on its way out of the diorama, I felt the breeze on my face.

“What the hell . . . ?” So much for recovering the little book of secrets. I wheeled around on Dusty, ready for anything. “You’re coming with me,” I said. “We’ll go retrieve the damn thing together.”

“I don’t think so. A friend of mine warned me the HWB might intervene. Taking a couple of you assholes out is my initiation fee into the game. Recovering that journal means bonus points for me.”

Dusty twirled three square rune stones between his fingers while he whispered a few choice words and got them glowing red-hot. The bastard reared his hand back in a pitcher’s stance, ready to hurl his magic rocks my way.

Game? What kind of messed up game was he talking about? I shrugged. “Works either way for me, buddy.”

He threw the rocks at me. I blasted a bolt of pure electrical energy from Atlantis to deflect them. The rune stones disintegrated into sparking flecks of ash. Dusty lunged at me, wielding a curved silver blade. I had no choice, so I skewered him with the business end of my trident.

His last words were a warning. “You’re never gonna win the game.” Then he fell and crumbled into a pile of ash. I reared back. My weapon transmitted a surge of magic through me, cataloging images from Dusty’s mind. I shook my head, stunned for a moment. Whoever had hired Dusty must be a very powerful wizard.

“Son of a bitch!” The diorama burst into flames. I doused the display with water from my trident, snuffing out the fire. There was no sense in causing any more damage in the museum than necessary.

I turned around and ran to the stairs, looking for Dusty’s familiar and his prize.

Maybe Shade and the guys had already caught the little rat-dragon and recovered the book. I had to find Max and help him with those damn rats. Furious that I’d let the wizard’s familiar escape, I raced down the stairs.

If this little leather-bound diary was important enough to summon a mage with dark magic, maybe I’d go after it later, see what all the fuss was about.

Right now I had to help Max round up all those poisonous rats. What a disaster. If even one of them got out, the city would be at significant risk.

Shade was gonna be pissed I’d killed the wizard before he could interrogate him. Yeah, it was sort of a sticking point with us.

There was nothing worse than a furious vampire.

About the Author:
Paula Millhouse was born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, where Spanish moss whispers tales in breezes from the Atlantic Ocean to her soul. As a child, she soaked in the sunshine and heritage of cobblestones, pirate lore, and stories steeped in savory mysteries of the South.

She lives in the mountains now, but honors her Southern heritage as a storyteller by sharing high-heat adventures with her readers. Escape your daily routine with books where justice does exist, true love is worth fighting for, and happily ever afters are expected.



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