Sunday, June 22, 2014

Star Magic

Title: Star Magic
Author: Donna Hatch-Moore
Genre: Romance
In the third installment of the Magic Series we find our heroes in Siberia awaiting the birth of Falynn's child trying to live life normally under the constant threat of the Zealot.
In the growing tension Seth finds himself inexplicably drawn to Serena. How can he be sure his feelings are his own or manufactured by Serena 
In Siberia waiting for the birth of Falynn's child everyone is on edge wondering when the Zealot will strike. They are back where it all started 500 years before.  Seth is attracted to Serena. She is magical, mysterious, and beautiful. How can he know if his feelings are truly his or just her magic?

Author Bio
After we lost our home to a fire we were forced to live in our car. while my husband worked I stayed in the car with our pets. I read a lot of books and then started to write my own book. I wrote it long hand then would type the pages on an old manual typewriter I found. I wrote every day while my husband looked for work. The result was my first book, Twice In A Lifetime.

Today we are still homeless but now live in an old motorhome. My husband has found full-time work and I still write every day although now I write on a laptop my husband surprised me with for Valentine's Day.


Book Excerpts
Kelsey closed her eyes to concentrate on controlling the change. The morning air was crisp with snow in the air. She could smell the pine trees, the sleeping oaks and hemlocks, and she heard a cry on the morning air.

Her eyes flew open and her head snapped to the left, “Did you hear that, Hunter?”

He sniffed the air, “Human.”

They ran toward the sound cautiously. As they neared, Hunter put up a hand to slow Kelsey. He peered around a tree.
“Oh my god!” He cried. Before Kelsey could see what he was doing Hunter tore off his parka, wrapped something in it, and ran toward the cabin so fast Kelsey
could barely keep up with him.

Falynn stood and stretched. “I need some air.”

“Do you want me to go with you?” Seth asked.
“I’ll stay on the porch, Daddy.”

“Be careful of the ice on the steps.” He said.
“I won’t go near them.” Falynn said with a small laugh.
She was standing in the entryway when Hunter burst through the door.
The small bundle in his arms struggled to get free when it saw her.
Finally free of the restraining arms a boy about three years old ran to her only to burst into tears when he saw she wasn’t his mother.


Ten werewolves, most of them children, had been cut down as they went 

about their day.

The small family clan had made a comfortable life for themselves. In the cavernous cave they found, warm hut-like shelters had been built and insulated against the cold. Solar panels provided electricity and someone had made a wood burning forced air system for heat. A playground had been built for the children near some greenhouses that had vegetables growing.

Now everyone was gone, save one small survivor.

“They made a nice life here.” Colin whispered. It didn’t feel right to speak normally in the presence of such death.

“Only one creature would cause such carnage.” Seth said.

“We must strengthen our wards.” Logan commented, kneeling to close a little girl’s sightless eyes.

“Why attack this clan? They were innocent.” Hunter raged.

“This feels personal as if he wanted to send a message.” Seth told him.

Colin looked around him. “These people deserve a proper burial.”

“The ground is frozen, but they will get a proper funeral. We need to find the boy’s home and get his things first. The dead can wait.” Logan said.

“Why let the boy live?” Hunter wondered aloud.

“I think you just happened to find him before the Zealot could finish the job.” Seth told him.
“Thank god.” Colin said.
As they looked through the compound they saw signs of an interrupted life; somewhere a dryer ran, food was on tables, toys were scattered, school books were open next to notebooks.
Anger burned in Hunter’s chest at the sight but he tried to push it down and
focus on the boy.
Finding the boy’s home he stepped over the body of a pregnant woman who
resembled Falynn, he found a backpack in the closet and began to gather some clothes and toys. Seeing a worn teddy bear on the bed Hunter shoved that in the backpack as well.
As he was leaving the small home Hunter saw a Polaroid photo of the boy sitting on the lap of the woman who was now dead in the doorway of the shelter. She had long brown hair the same color of her son’s. Her eyes were green where his were blue. The boy had his head resting on her pregnant belly and they were both smiling happily into the camera. Hunter took the picture and put it into the pocket of his shirt.
He could feel the change coming and fought to control it.

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