AUTHOR: TONI LOTEMPIO
GENRE: URBAN FANTASY/PARANORMAL/MYSTERY
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Communing with the dead is an everyday occurrence for PI Morgan Hawkes. A half-Wiccan witch who can commune with spirits of those caught between worlds, Morgan uses her talents to exorcise the trapped ghost or demon as part of the Paranormal Investigation Squad—until a string of murders with a voodoo slant prompts the Special Forces Agency to ask for her assistance. Someone’s killing pureblood witches- and the SFA is convinced Morgan’s voodoo heritage could be instrumental in solving the mystery. Teamed with dashing SF agent Cole St. John—an Inheritor Vampire that sets her blood racing —the two of them must fight their deep attraction as they race to stop a madman from unleashing a demonic force upon the world.
* The Next Laurell K. Hamilton – Intense and Gripping Read!
No Rest for the Wicca was, in one word…Amazing – B&N, customer review
* This book is the perfect blend of the paranormal, thriller, suspense and romance mixed with a well-written plot and great characters. What more can you ask for? – Paromantasy
* Warning – Extremely Addictive Reading! – The Bookish Snob
Toni LoTempio is an admin by day, writer by night. While her agent currently shops around her latest UF, she’s busy working on other indie projects, among them a YA fantasy with a Dark Shadows tie in. She resides in NJ with four tubby, spoiled cats. Toni loves to hear from fans —visit her website at http://www.tonilotempio.webs.com, or visit her (and ROCCO’s) blog at http://www.catsbooksmorecats.blogspot.com.
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I felt a tremendous surge of energy course through my body. Off to my left, a shadowy outline took form.
Who are you? Why are you disturbing me?
I took a step forward. “I’m someone who can help you cross planes, daemon. I’m here to help you find peace.”
Ah, now I can sense you. A white witch. Hmmm. Too bad I’m not alive, you’d make one tasty meal. Get out of here and leave me be.
“Sorry. I can’t do that.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and shivered slightly. It seemed I’d never get used to the chill that came with the territory, but I forced my discomfort to the back of my mind and advanced further into the room. “What’s your name?”
Phenor. Now go away.
“No can do, pal. I’m being paid good money to exorcise you. Now talk to me. Tell me what happened here.”
I said no.
“Hey, I sympathize. Really, I do. Taken before your time—even though it was most likely your fault—“
Why do you assume so?
“Oh, come on, we all know how you Friezes are. You’d sell your mother if the opportunity were right. Plus, you’re all stubborn as all get out. I know you don’t want to leave this mortal coil, but face it, bucko—you’re dead. It’s over. Go out with some dignity.” I paused. “Your aura is stifling. You must have pissed off someone pretty powerful, huh?”
You’re a pushy one, aren’t you?
I felt a rush of hot, fetid air. Promising. I’d made him sigh.
You want to know so bad, fine. I had A little disagreement with the head daemon. We both found the same woman attractive, and she chose me.
I nodded. Nine out of ten daemon-slayings were over women, usually mortal women who found the bad-boy perennially attractive.
“I feel your pain. You won, but you lost. Anyway, you have to give it up now. You have to let yourself go onto the next plane.”
Why? So I can let a low-life troll have my home? Never!
I squared my shoulders. Now came the part where I made them realize they had no choice but to go toward the light, to a far, far better place. A speech I’d said so often over the last year and a half, I could recite it backwards in my sleep.
“I understand how you feel, but you have to come to grips with the fact you’re dead now, and this place doesn’t belong to you anymore. You’ve got to come to grips with your situation and leave this plane you’re trapped in. Trust me, once you let go and find peace, you’re going to end up in a much better place. I can help you do it, but you’ve got to cooperate.”
Pretty words. But I doubt where I’m headed would be considered a better place.
Oh, goody. He had attitude. Just what I needed – a difficult daemon.
I heard a sound behind me and whirled. An ominous dark shadow hung in the doorway, floating back and forth. As I watched, it stretched, elongated into another form, one with scales, talons for fingers, and deep red eyes.
Yep. Definitely Frieze.