Book Info-
Title: The Trouble With Spells
Series: Of Witches and Warlocks #1
By: Lacey Weatherford
Publication Date: November 12th, 2009 by Moonstruck Media
Blurb-
Portia Mullins had always lived the life of a normal teenager, up
until her sixteenth birthday. She is then informed by her grandma that she is
actually a witch who is a descendant of a long line of witches and warlocks.
After overcoming her disbelief she finds that being a member of the coven comes
with one great perk in the form of the school's handsome bad boy, Vance Mangum.
Vance and Portia have an immediate connection as a budding romance begins, only
to be threatened by turbulent skies on the horizon as Vance's checkered past
rears its ugly head to haunt them. Portia is forced to use her untried powers
in defense of everything she loves in a desperate attempt to hold on to the one
thing that really matters in her life.
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Excerpt:
The bell rang, signaling school was out for the weekend, and I
quickly put away my supplies before heading to the sink to wash the clay
residue from my hands. When I was satisfied they were clean enough, I grabbed
my things and made the trip to my locker.
I twirled my combination and quickly got the books I needed for
assignments and headed toward the girl’s restroom. Glancing into the mirror, I
looked at my woefully straight hair and heaved a sigh. Shelly was constantly
badgering me to try and do something more with it.
Shelly!
“Oh crap!” I groaned loudly in dismay. I’d forgotten she was gone
and I needed to ride the bus home. I spun around and ran back through the door,
bolting down the long hallway that led to the bus gates.
Suddenly, there was a blur of motion in front of me, and I collide
with something hard and solid. I fell backward, and my book bag fell from my
shoulder, hitting the floor beside me and scattering the contents everywhere. I
scrambled about in a rush, trying to gather my things.
“Why don’t you watch where you’re going?” I said, mostly under my
breath. I didn’t even look to see who the intruder was, but I was completely
irritated.
“Hey now. You ran into me,” a soft, sultry, male voice returned.
I froze. My gaze slowly moved to the feet in front of me and
continued to travel up—over the black laced-up boots covered by tattered Levis,
past the black belt with the silver buckle, to the ever-present, tightly
stretched t-shirt with a leather jacket slung casually over the shoulder. I
noticed the pulsating veins in his neck, and I paused at the soft, wide-set
lips before looking straight into the piercing blue-eyed stare of Vance Mangum.
I swallowed hard, and my entire vocabulary was suddenly reduced to
only one word. “Sorry.” It came out like a whisper, and I wondered if he even
heard it.
Vance slowly squatted down to my level with a slight smirk on his
lips.
“Where were you going in such a hurry?” he asked, lifting one of
my books and handing it to me.
I threw a glance toward the glass door just in time to see the
last of the buses leave the lot.
“I was trying to catch the bus,” I explained, feeling more than a
bit dumb. “I forgot my friend Shelly, had to leave early today.”
“Ah,” was all he said. I was surprised when he continued to help
me gather my things.
He handed me my last book and stood, holding a hand in front of
me. I was shocked by the gesture, but I took it, feeling sparks shoot up my arm
at the contact as he pulled me to my feet.
“I can give you a ride,” he offered, letting go of my hand, and I
felt a little sad at the loss of it.
I couldn’t speak. Vance Mangum had offered me a ride home. What
should I say? I must have stood there looking bewildered because he spoke
again.
“Of course, if you’re afraid of motorcycles . . . ,” He let the
sentence trail off, almost like he was accusing me of being scared.
“No. Not at all,” I replied with a bravado I didn’t actually feel.
I raised my chin a notch, determined not to let him see how nervous he made me.
“I’d be happy to accept a ride.”
“Great.” He smiled widely, and I almost choked.
I suddenly realized I’d never seen him smile before, and it was
devastating to my girlish heart. I’d never seen anything so beautiful—perfectly
straight, white teeth, framed in by those great lips and masculine dimples
which suddenly appeared in his cheeks.
The guy
should be a model, I thought
to myself. He’d make millions.
Book Info-
Title- The Demon Kiss
Series- Of Witches and Warlocks # 2
By- Lacey Weatherford
Blurb-
Can someone else's past come back to bite you?
After being drained of nearly all the blood in her body, novice
witch, Portia Mullins, wakes up to find that her warlock boyfriend, Vance
Mangum, has fled in search of his demon father. Determined to keep him from
facing the evil alone Portia follows after him, unknowingly setting herself on
the path of a new adventure that will take her, Vance, and their coven over
international borders, into a foreign place where they will discover that the
black magic which awaits them is far worse than they ever imagined. Portia finds
herself tangled up in a web of lies and deceit in another's quest for demonic
power in the excitingly romantic second paranormal novel in the Of Witches and
Warlocks Series, The Demon Kiss.
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Excerpt:
He watched me, his eyes growing wide in amazement over my
emotional display.
“Wow! You’re really angry!” he said, and it took me a second to
realize he said it in my mind.
“Get out of my head!” I continued, shouting out loud. “You’ve lost
the right to be there! You cut me off without warning all the time, only to
step right back in whenever you want!”
I turned away in a huff and started toward Brad and Shelly, who
were both looking very uncomfortable at the moment. Vance grabbed me before I
could take two steps and swung me back around. He pulled me into his embrace
with one arm while fisting his hand into my hair. He gave it a small yank,
which caused my head to tilt back and he lowered his face, kissing me hard.
“I love you,” he said, his words penetrating my mind as his lips
ravaged mine, obviously not caring one bit that I had just told him to get out
of my head.
I tried staying stiff in his arms, but I was having trouble resisting
him. I missed him so badly.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to hurt you. Really,” he spoke through
our link, and I felt his tongue trace lightly over my closed lips. “I just
wanted to keep you from any danger.”
I stood still for only a moment before I was unable to fight it
any longer. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kissed him back.
We held each other tightly, our reunion becoming heated very
quickly. I kissed him as if I hadn’t seen him in years, instead of just days,
running my fingers through his hair, over his face and down his neck—forgetting
completely we had an audience.
His mouth moved from mine, and he began kissing across my cheek.
Instinctively my head leaned to the side to give him better access, and his
lips traveled down my neck. His tongue snaked out to lick seductively over the
spot where he had bitten me before.
I flinched involuntarily.
Suddenly he let go, pushing me away and taking several steps
backward.
We stood there staring at each other, our breathing ragged from
our encounter, and I could feel the sparks flying between us.
“I need you to leave now,
Portia,” he said, his teeth clenched as he spoke. “You aren’t safe here.”
“Why? I’m not afraid of your . . . ”
“Because of this,” he said, cutting me off and stepping closer to
me, but making sure not to touch me. A streak of terror passed through me as I
watched his eyes flash a dim shade of red. I didn’t want to believe what I was
seeing.
“No. I’m not leaving,” I said flatly, standing my ground against
him.
“Don’t you get it?” he replied in frustration, his voice getting
louder. “I still taste you! I still want you! I could kill you right now!”
Book Info-
Title- Blood of the White Witch
Series-Of Witches and Warlocks # 3
By-Lacey Weatherford
Blurb-
When love came knocking on the door of novice witch, Portia
Mullins, in the form of handsome bad boy, Vance Mangum, she had no idea how
quickly the attraction between them would escalate. Now she finds her
relationship with Vance taken to a whole new level, in a way she had never
dreamed possible at this point and time of her life. Yet even as the personal
connection between them explodes, the two quickly find themselves in a world of
shifting balances. While searching for Vance’s missing mother, they realize
they are suddenly unsure of who to trust, learning that sometimes things are
not always as they appear. When Vance’s demon characteristics abruptly begin to
resurface again without warning, the horrible truth comes out, crashing down
upon them and shattering some of their most precious dreams. Once the deadly
plan is uncovered, Portia and Vance find themselves hastily rushing against the
hands of time in an attempt to stop an ancient ritual from being performed. But
will they be successful before fate reaches out to twist them cruelly, possibly
separating them and changing magic forever? Passion, loyalties, powers, and
family ties, will all be tested when dangerous adventures abound in this third
installment in the Of Witches and Warlocks series, Blood of the White Witch.
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Excerpt:
Vance and I climbed out of the car, the dim moonlight washing over
us while we moved toward the giant stones in the circle ahead of us. Dad had divided us all into separate research
parties to check out different locations, and Vance and I had been given the
assignment of going to explore Stonehenge.
We had been on a guided tour here earlier in the day, but Vance had
wanted to come back when the place was deserted and explore it more at our
leisure, so after having dinner in the nearest town we made our way back out to
the isolated area.
The large towering stones loomed up out of the night as we entered
the edifice. We walked around each of
the massive pillars together, running our hands reverently over them as we
passed, feeling their hewn textures move under our skin.
We were silent as we moved, listening to and feeling the energies
that flowed around us until we had made our way into the inner circle of
stones.
“Do you feel it?” Vance asked while he held his hands out from his
body, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
“Yes,” I replied, knowing instinctively he was talking about the
humming pulse that was filling the air around us.
It was as if magic was alive and beating in the very air here.
“Something very powerful is at work here,” Vance said, and he
lifted his palms into the air in front of him.
I watched him in amazement when sparks began generating from the
tips of his fingers. There was a loud
snapping sound, and suddenly the air burst into electrical currents around him.
He chuckled, and the currents spread through the air, twisting,
zipping, and arcing in all directions until there was a current attached to
every stone in the circle. I felt like
we were standing in the middle of an electric storm ball, and I could feel the
static electricity in the air begin to even lift the hairs on my head.
“Come here,” he said with a grin while he continued to manipulate
the magic.
I walked toward him, and the streams of electricity danced
harmlessly away from my body as I approached, until I was standing right in
front of him.
“Lift your hands up,” he commanded me, and I did as he asked.
He moved his hands until our palms were almost touching, but not
quite, and I felt him link with me mentally.
Sparks began shooting from my fingertips the second his mind
attached to mine, and I jerked a bit as a wave of the most intense power I had
ever felt coursed completely through my body from head to toe.
My breath caught when I suddenly realized this was his magic
flowing through me. Never could I have
imagined the strength or the level at which he operated. I had always known he was strong and gifted
magically, but I would have never dreamed it possible at this magnitude.
A stronger surge moved through me.
I felt my hair lift and swirl away from my body as it did, and I
realized with awe that he was playing.
What I was feeling was not even the full extent of his power! I wondered how he could possibly contain it
all. My body was trembling at the
invasion of it, and it continued to pulsate through me, causing magical
reactions from my own power. I noticed
the tips of my fingers had now turned to solid ice.
The air churned and throbbed with the electric streams that lifted
from our bodies, twisting together. I
watched the display around us in amazement.
It was a phenomenal sight to behold, to be a part of.
He stepped forward, locking his fingers with mine, and I felt more
than saw the explosion of electricity when his lips touched mine. My knees buckled under the power of his
magic. He released one of my hands and
caught me easily around the waist before pushing me backward with his body
until my back was pressed against one of the ancient stones.
He lifted the one hand he still held up over my head, pressing it
up against the rock too. He ran his free
hand down my arm, sending actual sparks over my skin, raising huge goose bumps
there, before he took my free hand and threaded it around his waist.
Lifting his hand, he touched my face, running his thumb over my
lips while he looked at me. He looked
like some sort of mythical god standing in front of me with the very air
crackling and swirling around him.
Suddenly his fingers felt very cold on my lips, and I looked down
to see that the tips of them had ice on them also, and I realized my powers
were transferring to him as well.
“Look at the two of us.” He
grinned seductively while continuing to run his thumb over my lower lip. “Fire and Ice … literally.”
“How are you doing this?” I asked him.
“I’m not. It’s this
place. It’s intensifying everything,” he
replied dipping in to replace his thumb with his ever so hot lips.
Another shock of power rolled through me, and my knees buckled so
badly I would have fallen had he not had me so firmly pinned there with his
body. He kissed me feverishly, twisting
his free hand into my hair, and I could feel the heat of his magic roll through
me with the contact.
He burned so hot it was almost unbearable for me. I never realized how cold my magic felt
before this point, but getting to experience him in this way was shedding a
whole new light on him for me.
He kissed me for a long, long time until I started to notice that
both of our lips were becoming icy as well.
He broke the kiss with a laugh.
“We’re going to have to stop this, or you’re going to turn me to a
block of ice.” He grinned.
“I don’t think that’s possible since my insides are currently on
fire with your magic,” I breathed heavily.
“This has certainly been an interesting exchange of power between
the two of us, hasn’t it?” he said, his gaze flitting over my face.
“Yes, it has been very enlightening,” I agreed.
He let out a sigh, leaning his forehead against mine, and I stared
deeply into his blue eyes.
“I think I want to kiss you here all night long,” he said.
“That sounds divine,” I replied, watching him.
“Does it?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow at me slightly. “I’ve never been so hot and cold all at the
same time before in my life! I’m afraid
if I continued, you might freeze off some of my body parts!” He winked, and I laughed out loud at him.
It was then I noticed he actually had frost on his eyebrows, and I
smiled, reaching up to brush it off.
“I guess we could always take the kissing someplace less magical,”
I suggested to him.
“Kissing you is always magical, Portia, no matter where we
are. And what tends to follow it is even
more so.”
“You know what I mean,” I said, shoving at his shoulder slightly
with my free hand.
He just laughed, swinging me up into his arms. He proceeded to
carry me, electrical storm and all, to the edge of the circle.
Book Info-
Title- The Dark Rising
Series- Of Witches and Warlocks # 4
By-Lacey Weatherford
Blurb-
When Portia Mullins discovers the love of her life is still alive
her heart soars. But reality sets in immediately causing it to plummet when she
realizes he doesn’t remember his past life with her. Unwilling to give up, she
embarks on a loving quest to restore his life to him.
Vance Mangum sees the beautiful girl claiming to be his wife, and
while he can’t remember her, he can’t deny the intense pull he feels between
them. Not knowing where else to turn, he agrees to give her the time she’s
asked for and to assist her in the effort to recover his memories.
The two quickly reconnect, but dark surprises are lurking in the
wings when Vance discovers a desperate longing for something he feels he can’t
withstand. Will he be able to resist? Or will evil raise its head in a new
form, leaving Portia as the prey of the very man her heart desires?
Darkness reigns supreme in this haunting tale of love and
desperation, Of Witches and Warlocks, The Dark Rising.
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Excerpt:
A woman entered the room behind Catriona. She appeared to be of Haitian descent, but I
couldn’t tell her age. She looked to be
both young and old at the same time, perhaps younger in appearance … yet with
an air of knowledge. Her black hair
stood wildly out from her head in some sort of long, untamed afro. She was wearing a loose flowing dress, made
with a light blue calico print that swirled down her slim frame stopping near
her ankles, revealing her bare feet beneath.
The fact she was carrying a headless chicken in her hands, letting
the blood drip across the floor while she moved through the room, wasn't the
most disturbing thing to me. It was her
eyes.
They were solid white—no irises or pupils. She looked at me with an unnervingly, blank
stare.
“This is Mayla,” Cat said to me with a smile as the woman
approached my side. “She's a Hoodoo
Priestess. Her coven has been helping
me.”
I watched with wariness when Mayla reached me. She raised the dead chicken in her hand,
letting its blood run out over the top of me, and I would've flinched in
disgust if I could've moved at all.
Her low voice began to mutter in a language I couldn't comprehend
and demon features suddenly flashed over her face, turning her grotesquely
white eyes, completely red in the process.
Great, I thought to myself. It
wasn’t bad enough these people dealt in black magic, they were demons too.
The woman moved away from me, going to one of the many well
stocked shelves, and reached up to pull off a wooden bowl of some sort. She placed the dish on a small table and
drained the rest of the chicken blood into it.
She tossed the carcass to the side when she'd finished. Then she removed several bags of herbs and
began placing a pinch from each into her bloody concoction. When she was done, she mixed the ingredients
together by dipping her hand in and letting the liquid run through her fingers.
She carried the dish back over to me, and commenced her mutterings
once more, submerging her finger into the bowl before removing it to mark my forehead,
wrists, and ankles.
Catriona ripped the neckline of Vance’s t-shirt, the only thing
I'd been wearing when she kidnapped me, until it was just an inch above my
breast.
Mayla then reached in and placed a blood mark over my heart.
Cat adjusted my I.V. tubing so it flowed faster, and immediately
the weakness seeped through me again.
“Open your mouth, Portia,” she instructed me harshly, and I
couldn’t help but notice the wicked glint in her eye.
“No,” I replied, clamping my jaw tightly shut, realizing with
queasiness they intended to make me drink the grotesque mixture.
She moved to my head, using her hands to force my mouth open. I struggled against her and Mayla joined her,
tipping the dish to begin pouring the blood concoction down my throat.
I frantically fought the invasion, spitting and coughing the vile
fluid back out, not wanting to swallow.
Cat slipped into my mind, trying to give me an illusion of
something sweet tasting, making me feel like I wanted to drink, but I still
fought against the images. I would've
screamed, had I been able to, but they were drowning me with the potion.
“Drink it, Portia!” Cat yelled at me over Mayla’s chanting as I
struggled.
Mayla kept pouring.
My lungs seemed like they would burst from lack of oxygen. Involuntarily, I tried gasping for a breath
of air, instead sucking the mixture thickly into my airways and down my throat.
A sensation of fire shot through me and I did scream this time,
spraying the blood Mayla still poured into me all over her and Catriona. The spots on my skin which had been marked
began to burn with an intensity I couldn't stand, and I felt as if I were being
ripped into two pieces.
Giant tears were streaming down my face as they finished force
feeding me. I saw Cat’s wide smile
swimming in and out of my blurred vision, and as soon as my throat was cleared,
I drug the air back into myself and yelled with all of my might while my body
was racked with horrible spasms.
Mayla moved away from me to pull a glass jar, which was slim on
the top, and bulbous on the bottom, from the shelf. It had a cork in the opening. She removed the stopper and placed it on the
table, and I wondered briefly what it was for.
Then I began to notice the soft white light lifting in wispy streams
from my body, moving to enter the container.
“It’s working!” Catriona said with a grin.
“Yes,” Mayla’s southern voice agreed as she nodded. “It's coming out of her very cells.”
No wonder I felt like I was being ripped in half. I was.
They were literally tearing the Awakening out of me. I screamed again.
Cat leaned over next to me, her features swimming and contorting
unevenly in my vision.
“This will take a while Portia, and it'll hurt badly.” She smiled with a sickeningly sweet
smile. “We're going to leave you to
yourself for now, but I'll give you some dreams to keep you company.”
She reached out and placed her hand on my head.
Book Info-
Title- Possession of Souls
Series-Of Witches and Warlocks # 5
By- Lacey Weatherford
Blurb-
Fear and desperation leave Portia and Vance clinging to threadbare
hope as life is given, and taken away. Manipulated, driven by bloodlust and the
desire to claim sole possession, the stakes are raised higher than they’ve ever
been before. Evil rises with the intent to dominate, leading them and their
coven to the ultimate confrontation and battle—a battle which will force one of
them to make a devastating, life-altering decision. Who will survive the final
stand?
Of Witches and Warlocks book 5, Possession of Souls.
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Excerpt:
Excerpt:
“Happy
birthday to you! Happy birthday to
you! Happy birthday, dear Portia! Happy birthday to you!”
I
tried to focus through the haze of my mind on the light source in front of me,
but it kept flickering and moving. It
took a minute for my mind to register what it was seeing—a massive cake, all
lit up with candles.
Wait. It was my birthday? I looked beyond the cake to the face behind
and saw Vance smiling at me.
“What’s
going on?” I asked groggily, blinking several times while I tried to collect my
thoughts, feeling so confused.
Vance
turned and set the cake down on something unseen. “It’s your birthday, love. Time to wake up and celebrate.” He smiled and
leaned to kiss me on the neck, slowly licking the tip of his tongue seductively
up the side of it.
Something
wasn’t right, but I was having difficulty understanding what was going on. I swallowed thickly, struggling to latch onto
the thought that was niggling, swimming just out of reach.
Wait. Love. That was it!
Vance never called me love, he called me baby. My previous memories from the night of the
fire suddenly came rushing back, crashing over me in flashes of terror.
I
pushed at the chest above me, attempting to get away, but I was too weak. I tried to call on my jinn powers to
evaporate and found myself unable to even muster a shimmer.
The
soft sound of laughter began to tickle against my ear, followed by a sickening
voice.
“What’s
the matter, Portia? You don’t like it
when I look like Vance?” Damien Cummings’s voice whispered as his lips tickled
against my skin, and he gave a flick of his tongue against my earlobe.
“Get
off me, you sick pig!” I rasped out hoarsely, shoving him harder.
He
lifted up for a moment, showing himself in his true form this time, and he
grabbed both of my hands, pinning them to the table beside my head.
“I’m
not done yet!” he said with a sneer, and I watched in horror as his face
morphed into his demon features, while I continued to fight against him. “It’s time for the birthday dinner!”
He
slammed his face into the crook of my neck, biting me hard, and I screamed
while he drank my blood, feeding in giant gulps until I passed out once again.
About The
Author-
Lacey Weatherford was born in Ft. Meade Maryland while her father
was serving in the military. She has been a life long resident of Arizona,
spending most of her time growing up in the small rural town of Clay Springs.
It was while she was attending the small country school in Clay
Springs, that she read her first "big" book at the age of eight. It
was a Nancy Drew novel and Lacey was instantly hooked. She read every book that
she could find in the series and decided that she wanted to write stories too.
Lacey spent a lot of time at the library from that time forward,
even volunteering in her later teen years and early twenties. She would don a
crazy clown outfit for the Friends of the Library fundraisers in an effort to
help get the new town library built.
When she and her husband moved away from the area, Lacey took the
opportunity to take some creative writing classes at the local college to help
further along her interests. Several years later, they were blessed with the
opportunity to move back to Clay Springs with their family. The town had
finally succeeded in building their library and Lacey had the opportunity to be
President of the Friends of the Library for a very short time, before
relocating.
Lacey and her family still live in the White Mountains of Arizona,
where she continues to write young adult novels that have a fantasy/fairytale
or paranormal bent to them, as well as being sure to include a great romantic
storyline!
Author
Links-
Twitter- https://twitter.com/LMWeatherford
Website- http://www.laceyweatherfordbooks.com
Amazon Author Page- http://www.amazon.com/Lacey-Weatherford/e/B0033DCQBC
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