A
Late Summer Bloom
Witches
Of The Bayou
Book
1
Cherrie
Mack
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Date of Publication: 2/6/14
Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs
Book Description:
A young witch, destined to be queen.
A traveler destined to love her and an evil warlock desperate to claim her.
When Julien Beaumont meets Giselle
Jareau, the naïve, young witch is nothing more than a nuisance. A mere
inconvenience. But the inkblot on his arm disagrees. As their relationship
develops, his tattoo begins to fill in. Could it be fate or something more
sinister?
On an old, decrepit sugar plantation,
in the heart of the Louisiana Bayou, the defender of the covens and the queen
to the royals engage in a battle of wits. And as Giselle falls in love, Julien
tries desperately to change the course of their destiny.
Excerpt:
Julien paced
the length of the master suite. Ineffective in his plans to sway Giselle to
trust him caused him much frustration. Maybe she doesn’t like to be yelled at.
Covering his eyes with the heels of his hands, he tried rubbing away the self-induced
headache coming on. Out of options and close to giving up, he needed to clear
his mind. What was it about her that had him on edge all the time? Julien had
to clench his fists every minute he was around her to remind himself of the
anger. Otherwise, he found himself wanting to kiss her, protect her. And each
moment he spent with her, it was getting harder to control. He had to fight it.
It could cost the covens the war. He had to stay on the straight and narrow
yet—something was pulling at the corners of his mind.
Julien
thrust his balcony doors open and gust
of cool air rushed inside the warm room. His eyes narrowed in disbelief as he
stared out at the grounds of his estate.
Walking out
onto the balcony for a good look, Julien couldn’t believe his eyes. The alley
of oaks danced gloriously in the wind, their branches no longer drooping toward
earth, but standing tall, in salute. His eyes scanned the grass, noticing its
deep green hue. Shoots of honeysuckle could be seen making their way up toward
the sun. As if the flowers knew what he was thinking, a soft breeze carried
with it their scent. A smile, true and confident, emerged on his face. It was
her presence. It had to be.
As he took in
the beauty of a long dead past, he caught a glimmer of the dark-haired beauty
walking on the path to Chantilly’s garden. Hmm. What’s she up to? He went back
inside and changed into jeans. He slipped a white cotton tee-shirt over his
head and headed down the stairs. Looking around his once decaying home, he realized
it had been rejuvenated. Julien ran his fingers over the railing, the wood felt
smooth and rich. There were no holes in the walls, no peeling paint, no
cobwebs. The silver shined so bright, he could see his own reflection. Two days
later and it was good as new? It has to be her.
Outside, he
took in his surroundings. Were his eyes deceiving him? Anxious now to see
Giselle, he walked toward Chantilly’s garden. Along the way, he heard her
humming. It was a beautiful melody filled with warmth and joy. And it renewed
his hope, for he now believed Giselle was indeed, the tenth power.
If only she
believed it.
Standing in the
gardens, he watched her lean over, inhaling the fragrance of each blossom. When
she got close, the blooms stood taller, more vibrant in her presence. He
couldn’t help but smile at her innocence as it hit him square in the gut. She
really doesn’t see it. He watched her run afinger over an old wooden sign, its
words unreadable.
Julien cleared
his throat. “My sister’s garden.”
Her head
snapped up, eyes wide. He jerked his chin toward the sign. “It’s supposed to
say, my sister’s garden.”
Giselle cast
her eyes away. “I’m so sorry about Joyal.”
Just hearing
her name fired up his nerves, but he remained steady, discarding the unwelcome
reminder. “No, I meant my sister, Chantilly. This garden was her gift to me.”
She smiled and
he realized it was the first time he saw her show happiness.
Beautiful.
She tucked her
hair behind her ear. “It’s enchanted.”
He chuckled.
“Yes, it is.”
About
the Author:
Cherrie Mack grew up in Flushing
Queens NY, the youngest child of six. The city’s diversity gave her a great
appreciation for many different cultures and lifestyles. After love finally
claimed the girl from the city and dragged her to the suburban madness of Long
Island, she settled into a quiet life with her new husband. Two children and
one mini-van later, the family found themselves moving towards the sunny skies
of Florida where they currently reside. With her focus still very much on her
family, Cherrie squeezes in time to write. The publication of her debut novel,
Ache of Desire has given her the confidence to allow her to spend more time
writing.
One year and four books later,
Cherrie has continued to flourish. With multiple series in the works, there’s
no slowing down for this up and coming author.
A member of Romance Writers of
America, Cherrie is slowly spreading her wings as a romance author. Look for
her books at all digital bookstores such as Amazon, Barnes and Noble,
Bookstrand, ITunes, Nook and many more.
Website: http://www.cherriemack.com
Author facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/CherrieMack
Twitter: https://twitter.com/CherrieMack
Goodreads: www.goodreads/cherriemack.com
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