It's here! A Taste of Death and Honey by Sharon Bayliss is live. If you're a fan of magic, urban fantasy, witches, wizards and some creepy characters then look no further. I loved the first two books in this series and I've been waiting for this one. So here it is.
Title: A Taste of Death and Honey
Author: Sharon Bayliss
Series: The December People Series
Genre: Adult Contemporary Fantasy
Blurb:
When
Samantha’s parents died, she lost everything. Her home. Her
friends. Her hope. Then a life-loving spring witch at the children’s
shelter fills her life with light and joy once again.
But
like the springtime, Samantha’s happiness doesn’t last forever.
Her friend dies violently in front of her, the victim of a mysterious
killing spell. Furious and grief-stricken, Samantha resents her own
weak spring magic. She doesn’t need life and renewal. She wants
revenge…and death.
Homeless
and alone, Samantha seeks shelter with her old friends, the
Vandergraff family, and finds an unexpected ally in the powerful
winter solstice witch, Evangeline. The girls’ anger and eagerness
lead them to cast a killing spell before knowing the truth behind
Samantha’s friend’s death or the identity of her killer.
Once
the spell is cast, they can’t take it back, and they must fight to
stop their own curse before it takes away everyone they love.
Goodreads link:
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Trailer link:
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Here's an exclusive excerpt you won't find anywhere else!
Imogene stood in the parking lot and smiled as if
they had arranged to meet there. And she might as well have stood in the middle
of a battlefield. A tree branch had already smashed one of the cars in the lot and
an increasing tide of water tugged at the wheels. Once the wind picked back up,
anything could hit her. Broken glass. The metal sheeting that had come off the
roof. Another tree branch. Hell, maybe the cars would rush toward her as the
water rose.
But she didn’t seem concerned. She continued to
smile at the sight of him. The rain on her skin and hair glimmered even through
several miles of clouds blocked the sun. She looked nothing like a little girl
anymore. She had a power and confidence about her, he couldn’t understand. Like
before, he assumed he imagined her there. A real flesh and blood girl couldn’t
have stood against that storm. Even though he might have hallucinated her, he
clutched the side of the building and reached out a hand to her.
“Come inside,” he said. “Hurry. It’s not safe.”
She waded in the flood water toward him. She
reached her hand toward him, but stopped several feet away so he would have to
leave the wall to reach her. She meant to rescue him, and not the other way
around.
“It’s okay,” she said. “We’re safe.”
“We have to get inside. This must be the eye of
the storm or something. It will start again.” Now he had made it outside, his
powerful urge to get outside had faded and he felt exposed and vulnerable. He
couldn’t remember why he had felt so desperate to get out here in the first
place.
“I told you I would come back for you. Here I am.
And here you are. Outside of these walls. You can come with me now.”
“But the storm… we won’t get far.”
“I hate to use Mother Nature in such a violent
way, but it had to be done. No one will be hurt, just some wind and water
damage.”
“Are you saying you caused the storm?” He raised his voice as if speaking over the
howling winds, even though the air had become still. “You’re insane,” he said,
in a tone more sad than cruel. “You’re going to get hurt. Please just come
inside with me, before the wind starts again.”
“Most of the time, nature is beautiful, nurturing,
and incredibly patient, but she can also muster a power and fury than could
tear down Hell itself. Nature only allows humanity because of her kindness, she
has the power to obliterate all mankind creates.” She held up her hands in
demonstration.
Her wild mess of hair fluttered again in the wind.
The storm would come back at any moment. “Please,” Zander said. “I don’t want
you to get hurt. I don’t want to lose you.”
“We won’t get hurt Zander. I already walked
through the storm to get to you. We can walk back out.”
Zander left the safety of his wall and walked over
to Imogene to grab her hand. Instead, she wrapped both her arms around him. He
didn’t see any option that seemed good. He could leave with her and they would
probably drown or he could take her back inside, hold her for the few minutes
that the storm raged on, and then they’d take her away again.
“Please trust me,” she said. “I’m not just any
witch, I’m a very special witch. And you’re a special wizard. We’re so full of
life death has to work very hard to take us. A little wind and rain can’t hurt
us.”
He nuzzled his face in the softness of her hair.
She smelled like the storm. Of dust and water and electricity. The blackness in
the sky had grown darker and made the day look like night. The trees on the
edge of the parking lot cracked and moaned.
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C.E. Wilson is a Secondary English Education graduate from Millersville University of Pennsylvania currently living in Pittsburgh with her husband, daughter, chubby beagle and two cats.
