UF author Kim Mullican's character Maia Delacroix isn't happy with the recent turn of events in her life...
Kim: First, Sharon, let me thank you so very much for having Maia and Me on I Smell Sheep. It’s an honor to be here.
Maia: Honor to be here? You’re supposed to be finishing the next book. You made a plot hole. Remember? You still need to fix that. And the end... I mean really, you had to...you know?
Kim: I’m sorry, there were a lot of distractions.
Maia: Like your husband singing about his sausage?
Kim: That, and the Mother-in-Law...I really wish she’d take her meds.
Maia: You’d be better off if she’d just wear clothes.
Kim: That too. But we’re here to talk about your story, Maia. Blood and Fire comes out on the 17th of January.
Maia: You’re a cruel bitch. You know that?
Kim: Excuse me?
Maia: You give me this badass life, a twenty-five-year-old body, a killer job...then you stick me with an emotional-teen-witch-orphan. Seriously? I can’t keep a house plant alive. What chances does Elaina have? That’s just cruel.
Kim: Well, you’re her only living relative. It was that or foster care.
Maia: Where’s the Jameson?
Kim: Interview first, booze second. This is your confession and your story.
Maia: My confession? How about you sticking a hot half-demon next to me for the whole story and I’m not allowed to take him for a spin.
Kim: You have a lot on your plate, Maia. He’s a half-demon, he’ll be around for a spin later on.
Maia: My happy place hasn’t had any visitors in a long time, Kim. Maybe write that into my next book? How about a shower scene?
Kim: Because this is an Urban Fantasy, not a romance. Romance readers are very particular about their romances and if I screw that up well...
Maia: Well don’t screw it up. Get me screwed.
Kim: Moving along, how are things going with your ward, Elaina?
Maia: Well, she’s no witch. The Mageri lied to me about that shit. She has fire leaking out of her. Fire! This house is all I have, you know. On the plus side, the kid can cook. She’s pretty cool, actually. I’m just afraid I’ll screw her up.
Kim: I won’t let that happen.
Maia: You let her steal my truck.
Kim: Well...
Maia: And we have a demon problem now too.
Kim: There’s that.
Maia: Oh, and the coven. Jesus, I just realized how much shit you threw at me. You need some therapy. Where is that Jameson?
Kim: Okay, okay. I’ve been hard on you. Here, I hid it behind the chair. I’ll pour you a drink while you tell our friends where to find Blood and Fire.
Maia: Don’t forget the ice. Hey friends, you can read about me and my foster-kid, Elaina by visiting Amazon at: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09NN4GLTZ
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by Kim Mullican
01/17/2022
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Syn Publishing
ISBN: 978-1-942632-39-9
ASIN: B09NN4GLTZ
Number of pages: 160
Word Count: 62k
Cover Artist: Get Covers
I am Maia Delacroix and I hunt people and relics. My life does not lack excitement or danger. I have it in spades.
Then the Mageri surprised me with an orphan...yes, an orphan. I can’t even keep a house plant alive, let alone a kid. It turns out that I’m her only living relative, and even though we’ve never met, I’m her only hope. Great. Can I feed her after midnight? What does she eat? I have no idea what I’m doing.
They tell me this little witchling will need care for a few years until she comes of age. The bizarre fire leaking out of Elaina’s hands is a pretty good indicator that she is no witch.
Then the coven comes—they want her back. Necromancers show up, turning my vampire friends into enemies. If that isn’t bad enough, I have a demon problem now too.
Join me, and see if we can make it out alive!
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Kim Mullican is a cross-genre author with over 20 novels under her belt. She enjoys the farm life in Northwest Indiana with her husband. Between chasing chickens and herding cats, she and her husband enjoy gardening and old episodes of Top Chef.
01/17/2022
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Syn Publishing
ISBN: 978-1-942632-39-9
ASIN: B09NN4GLTZ
Number of pages: 160
Word Count: 62k
Cover Artist: Get Covers
I am Maia Delacroix and I hunt people and relics. My life does not lack excitement or danger. I have it in spades.
Then the Mageri surprised me with an orphan...yes, an orphan. I can’t even keep a house plant alive, let alone a kid. It turns out that I’m her only living relative, and even though we’ve never met, I’m her only hope. Great. Can I feed her after midnight? What does she eat? I have no idea what I’m doing.
They tell me this little witchling will need care for a few years until she comes of age. The bizarre fire leaking out of Elaina’s hands is a pretty good indicator that she is no witch.
Then the coven comes—they want her back. Necromancers show up, turning my vampire friends into enemies. If that isn’t bad enough, I have a demon problem now too.
Join me, and see if we can make it out alive!
Excerpt:
She leaned into me and sobbed.
I didn’t know her but damn if I didn’t suddenly feel responsible for her. How in the hell had that happened? Because I lost my mother too? Because this poor kid had big blue eyes and pleaded for me to help her? Damned if I knew.
She wiped her face on her shirt. “We should probably get some groceries.”
And we did. While she did buy some junk food, I was a little surprised at how much healthy stuff she put in the cart. She even claimed she knew what to do with it.
When she grabbed a box of Earl Grey tea, I laughed. “You liar!”
She looked slightly embarrassed. “My mom drinks it,” she looked down at the box, “she drank it.”
I snatched it out of her hand and threw it in the cart. “If nothing else, we’ll brew it just to sniff.”
She blinked back tears before grabbing a bag of coffee. “Sounds good.”
The bill at checkout nearly gave me hives. Did teenagers eat this much every week? The paperwork the attorney left did show a nice monthly allowance for necessities, but if the grocery bill was this much each week, I’m not sure how much would be left.
I tried to hide the shock from Elaina. My poker face must not be as good as I thought, however.
“Don’t worry, we had to get a lot of staple items this week. We won’t need this much each time.”
Smiling, I started piling bags in my truck. “You noticed my mini-stroke?”
She laughed. “I’ve never seen a mage turn white like that. It was like a vampire had sucked you dry.”
After returning home, she helped me put all the groceries away then volunteered to start making dinner. I poured a glass of wine and leaned against the counter, watching her. Something was niggling at the back of my head.
“I wanted to ask you about that awesome fireball you made earlier.”
I noticed the pause in her movements before she went back to work. That spoke volumes.
“Cool, huh,” she said, keeping her back to me.
“What kind of magic is that?” I asked. “I’ve never seen a witch make a fireball.” I studied her movements while she worked. Her hands started to shake a little. The topic made her nervous. Interesting.
Her shoulders rose and fell as she took a deep breath. “As it turns out, I’m not a witch. I turned twelve and mom put me through all of the usual tests. Nothing.” She shook spices on the meat in the pan.
“Wow, that must have sucked.” I was trying to stay on her level to keep her comfortable.
“Not really. She didn’t make a big deal out of it. I helped her with her projects, learned about ingredients, spells, and relics. Last year, I felt something.”
She turned and looked at me. “I don’t know how to explain it. It was like a switch flipped and I could feel something here,” she said pointing just below her sternum.
“Warm and kind of moving?” I asked.
She nodded. “Exactly, except sometimes it feels icy too.”
Warm and cold? Was this kid defective?
“Anyway, I told my mom. We were close and she was just, awesome. I always knew I could tell her anything. She said it was excellent. So, we went into the woods and tried several things.
Nothing I tried worked. Then she said to do what felt naturally. That’s when I cupped my hands and made a tiny light ball. It was the size of a marble.”
This made no sense. It didn’t sound like any magic I knew.
She leaned into me and sobbed.
I didn’t know her but damn if I didn’t suddenly feel responsible for her. How in the hell had that happened? Because I lost my mother too? Because this poor kid had big blue eyes and pleaded for me to help her? Damned if I knew.
She wiped her face on her shirt. “We should probably get some groceries.”
And we did. While she did buy some junk food, I was a little surprised at how much healthy stuff she put in the cart. She even claimed she knew what to do with it.
When she grabbed a box of Earl Grey tea, I laughed. “You liar!”
She looked slightly embarrassed. “My mom drinks it,” she looked down at the box, “she drank it.”
I snatched it out of her hand and threw it in the cart. “If nothing else, we’ll brew it just to sniff.”
She blinked back tears before grabbing a bag of coffee. “Sounds good.”
The bill at checkout nearly gave me hives. Did teenagers eat this much every week? The paperwork the attorney left did show a nice monthly allowance for necessities, but if the grocery bill was this much each week, I’m not sure how much would be left.
I tried to hide the shock from Elaina. My poker face must not be as good as I thought, however.
“Don’t worry, we had to get a lot of staple items this week. We won’t need this much each time.”
Smiling, I started piling bags in my truck. “You noticed my mini-stroke?”
She laughed. “I’ve never seen a mage turn white like that. It was like a vampire had sucked you dry.”
After returning home, she helped me put all the groceries away then volunteered to start making dinner. I poured a glass of wine and leaned against the counter, watching her. Something was niggling at the back of my head.
“I wanted to ask you about that awesome fireball you made earlier.”
I noticed the pause in her movements before she went back to work. That spoke volumes.
“Cool, huh,” she said, keeping her back to me.
“What kind of magic is that?” I asked. “I’ve never seen a witch make a fireball.” I studied her movements while she worked. Her hands started to shake a little. The topic made her nervous. Interesting.
Her shoulders rose and fell as she took a deep breath. “As it turns out, I’m not a witch. I turned twelve and mom put me through all of the usual tests. Nothing.” She shook spices on the meat in the pan.
“Wow, that must have sucked.” I was trying to stay on her level to keep her comfortable.
“Not really. She didn’t make a big deal out of it. I helped her with her projects, learned about ingredients, spells, and relics. Last year, I felt something.”
She turned and looked at me. “I don’t know how to explain it. It was like a switch flipped and I could feel something here,” she said pointing just below her sternum.
“Warm and kind of moving?” I asked.
She nodded. “Exactly, except sometimes it feels icy too.”
Warm and cold? Was this kid defective?
“Anyway, I told my mom. We were close and she was just, awesome. I always knew I could tell her anything. She said it was excellent. So, we went into the woods and tried several things.
Nothing I tried worked. Then she said to do what felt naturally. That’s when I cupped my hands and made a tiny light ball. It was the size of a marble.”
This made no sense. It didn’t sound like any magic I knew.
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Kim Mullican is a cross-genre author with over 20 novels under her belt. She enjoys the farm life in Northwest Indiana with her husband. Between chasing chickens and herding cats, she and her husband enjoy gardening and old episodes of Top Chef.
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