Friday, September 6, 2013

Welcome Guest Shara Lanel and a Sneak Peek of A Twisted Magick

I'm so excited to have Shara Lanel here to give us a peek into her hot new paranormal release from Ellora's Cave: A TWISTED MAGICK I've always loved her books and I know this one will be a hit too!

Now, A TWISTED MAGICK Blog Tour needs a fab PRIZE at the end, don’t you think? How about a $20 Amazon gift cert! Comment on any of my blog posts during the tour, then refer to the contest page ( on my Shara blog to get yourself entered to win! I’ll draw the winner on Nov. 1st.


Shylah, a small-town teacher, has put her arcane history behind her, until two students are murdered occult style. Her Wiccan religion is outed. She loses her job and deals daily with ridicule. The obvious thing would be to leave town, but she refuses—she’s innocent.
Gabriel is a PI from California dealing with his aunt’s cold shoulder. She wants him to fly to Virginia to solve his cousin’s murder, but he doesn’t have the money or the time until he breaks a big case he’s been working on. Now his cousin’s case is three months cold with one hot witchy suspect and no proof. As soon as he sees Shylah, he wants her, for a lot more than just questioning.
Gabe has the power to make Shylah’s insides melt and her judgment fade. She knows he can bring her down if he discovers the twisted magick of her past, but every time he touches her, she can’t say no. She needs to get him to see past prejudice and help her find the real killer. Together, they make magic in more ways than one.
A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave Twilight line.


Shylah was beginning to hate eggs. She’d thought of asking the local grocer to stop stocking them since they all seemed to end up on her house. Honestly, what was the point of buying a dozen eggs and throwing them against her wall, or buying a twelve-pack of toilet paper and wrapping it around her trees? At least the more destructive attacks had waned, no more using her mailbox for baseball practice or slashing her tires. A few more scrubs and she dropped the sponge into the bucket, satisfied. The paint was back to its usual color and texture and the smell had dissipated. She did a backstretch, then turned as she heard a car pull into her drive.

One drop-dead-gorgeous man stepped out from behind the wheel. His skin was a dark olive and his hair dark and neatly trimmed. As he moved closer, the afternoon sun illuminated gold flecks in his rich brown eyes. He had a jacket slung over his shoulder and his shirt sleeves rolled up. He was probably six inches taller than her. All in all, a fine specimen.

But since the only men who seemed to visit her in the past few months had been cops or private eyes, Shylah greeted him with a scowl. “Can I help you?” She carefully dumped the bucket at the base of her azalea bushes.

When she straightened, he offered her his business card. “I’m Gabe Niguel. I’ve been hired by Angela Gustava to investigate the death of her daughter.”

“Another investigator? She’s got to be going broke from this! What does she think you’ll learn different than the last three investigators who talked to me?” She noted the goose bumps on his forearms.

“It’s very cold out here. Do you mind if I come in?”

“Put your coat on then.” Although she was getting chilly, despite her jacket. She’d splashed some water on her sleeves as she’d washed off the egg spatter.

He smiled and Shylah had no doubt he had women swooning everywhere he went. “It’s easier to talk when we’re at ease in your living room, don’t you think?”

Shylah glanced at his card again, buying time to sense his aura. It wasn’t something magical; it was just a heightened awareness that most people didn’t take the time to feel. Auras were usually described in colors, the different colors having different meanings. Gabe’s aura blended shades of red with a gray rim. The gray meant he was on his guard. She imagined most PIs had that about them, if it wasn’t overwhelmed by other emotions. The reds were more difficult to decipher—he was angry and strong-willed, but that didn’t overtake his realism and fairness. He would search for justice, not revenge. The clearest red meant he was passionate, powerful and sexual. Shylah felt a zing at this. She tamped it down, reminding herself that the previous investigators had been determined to prove her guilty, despite the lack of evidence.

But nothing in his aura said untrustworthy or violent. She decided to let him in, so at the very least she could take her own wet jacket off.
Once they were inside, she said, “You can take the armchair closest to the fire. That will warm you right up. Would you like some tea?”

He walked past her. “You wouldn’t have any coffee?”

“I’m afraid not. I have my blend of Mu Tea, which gives you more energy than caffeine can.”

He sat down in the antique armchair, making the chair look small because of his size. “Um, what’s in it exactly?”

“Ginseng, cinnamon, ginger and licorice.”

He looked doubtful. “I’ll try it. None of the previous investigators died, did they?”

“Why, Mr. Niguel, I’d be a lot more subtle if I wanted to kill you.”

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Shara Lanel said...

Thanks for having me, Kathy! I'm so excited about my new release :)

Anne said...

Congrats on the new release!

I love PNR's with suspense (and PI/Agent/Detective heroes). Looking forward to finding out more about Gabe and Shylah.

Kathy Kulig said...

You're welcome, Shara. So excited for you. The book looks awesome.

I'm with you, Anne. I like paranormal suspense too.