Thursday, June 30, 2016

Blood Moon Magick (Excerpt)

 Welcome to my stop on the blog tour for Blood Moon Magick by S.M. Blooding! 

2.3h Blood Moon Magick Detective Paige Whiskey has a lot on her plate. A gate to Hell is permanently seared into her soul and she has no way of controlling it. She let a psychotic serial killing demon free in exchange for Dexx’s life. Her sister is about to have a baby and a whole world of crazy has opened in the Whiskey household. And, if that wasn’t enough, she and Dexx are trying to figure out their relationship.

They’re about to discover a world that has been hidden from the Whiskeys. A world of shapeshifters, werewolves, and vampires. A world that was hidden to end a bloody war. A war between shifters and witches.

Paige has to make a decision. Solve this murder and start a war? Or ignore it and keep her family safe?

But when Dexx is bitten, all everything changes. War? Or love?

Why is nothing ever simple?

“Who has the coolest super power?” Dexx asked, propping his wine glass with a finger of scotch on his knee.
At least they weren’t in Dixie cups. “I do, without a doubt.” Though, her ability to control her incredibly cool gift? That was in question. The pull of the growing moon rode her hard. Made her feel over-sexed, over-driven.
No. More like an over-charged battery.
Jack frowned at her. “What can you do?”
Paige smirked. “What can’t I do? I’m a freakin’ witch.”
“Whatever that means.” Tony turned in his chair to see her better. “Show us.”
Raising her eyebrows, she scooted up, propping herself on the edge of the loveseat. Blessed Mother. Booze? Plus a stronger gift? She could blow this place up.
Stop it. Her wards would protect her. Anything that became too much would be sloughed off into the protections she’d set up around her apartment. Her broom would help, too.
Famous last words.
She’d never felt the pull of the moon this hard. Maybe it was because she’d been cut off from it for five years while her gift had been growing. Maybe.
Okay. Something simple. Something easy.
A slow smile slipped over her lips as she sank into herself and reached for the elements around her. Being a witch was awesome. Feeling the connection to the All Mother, to the world around her? Feeling the life energy of everyone and everything.
Dear Goddess. She’d missed this.
The one large window was filled with big pots of half-dead plants. She listened, waiting until she could hear their soft speech. They spoke through sound and something else she couldn’t quite put her finger on. It wasn’t emotion or visions. It was almost…Life. They spoke through life.
She touched them with a soul finger. They turned toward her, their essence moving like a shadow of glittering light, leaving the husk of their green leaves behind. The air filled with whispers as they barraged her with questions. The smell of soil met her nose. What little water resided in the air touched the dirt, and the smell changed, became less harsh, more homey.
The plant closest to the TV was a common vine. A weed. Small green leaves, small purple leaves, small purple and silver striped leaves. Three plants. One pot. The vines reached toward her, the husks of the actual plant rising to meet the glowing life essence, touching her heart chakra. Gold light mixed with green.
And exploded.
When she opened her eyes, that plant had overtaken the window. Vines swept up the blinds, up the wall, finding the string of a tissue paper flower hanging from the ceiling. 

She swallowed. She’d only intended for it to grow a little. Not overtake everything. Bloody hell.
Jack stood by the dining room as he stared in horror at the plant. He brought his beer mug to his lips and chugged his margarita.
“Feed me, Seymour,” Dexx said in his best Little Shop of Horrors voice.
Tony’s eyes widened, his mouth rounded. He blinked his gaze back toward Paige. “I thought you were a demon summoner.”
She shrugged. “I’m a witch first, and that’s just my favorite party trick.” Liar. “What about you? Vampire. What can you do?”
He shook out his fingers and released a breath. He resituated in his chair, then chuckled. “This is a little weird, isn’t it?”
Paige shrugged. “Not really. Guys, this is the world we’re making.”
“What happens if we don’t?”
“If we don’t what?” Paige asked. “Accept each for who and what we are? Don’t break down hundreds of years of distrust and mystery?”
Tony stared painfully up at the ceiling. “Yeah?”
Reality was a bitch. “We have one dead shifter already. What happens when there are two? Or three? Or four? Or more? And what happens when we realize we could have done more? We could have worked together? We could have used our powers as a team?”
Dexx scratched his head.
Tony rubbed his face.
Jack nodded his way back to the papasan chair.
“The time for secrets is at an end, guys. It has to be. If we can’t get past this?” Paige leaned back, the hand not holding her wine on her head. “We might as well just give up now.”

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