Love in a letter–Passion’s Sacred Dance

Okay, there’s a reason for the silly post title of this Sweet Saturday Sample/Sunday Snippet. In this scene  from my new book, Passion’s Sacred Dance, Aaron’s just turned over a note to Stacy which will change everything. (It’s a little longer than the customary six paragraph but…I hope you will find it intriguing…)

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[Stacy] unfolded the paper, and her breath stopped when she read the words written there in black ink.

Ms. Macken,
I have something you might be interested in. A rare diary in your ancestor’s handwriting.
Should you be interested, tell Mr. Fielding. I’ll unlock my vaults for you.
D. McDunn
“McDunn? Who’s McDunn? What is this?”

“A private collector. According to our last chat, he sounded fairly adamant that you should have the diary.”

“Someone local?” she asked.

Aaron nodded.

“Do you know how much he’s asking for it? We’re a little low on cash.”

“He didn’t discuss figures. It can’t hurt to ask.”

She thought a moment. Depending on varying factors, old diaries could be very inexpensive, or priceless. Which category would this fall into? “I just don’t know.”

“What’s the harm in taking a look?”

An interesting question. She wondered why he cared whether or not she saw the thing. If he really was a harshad warrior, and if the diary could stop the war, why didn’t he just present it to their leaders and be done with it? And leave me out of it.

****

If you’d like to find out more, to read more of Passion’s Sacred Dance it’s available at Amazon.

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Sneak Peek Sunday #3

For this week’s Sneak Peek Sunday post, here are six paragraphs from my middle story in the Antique Magic series, Caitlin’s Book of Shadows. I know it’s just a small tidbit, but I hope you enjoy it.

Juli D. Revezzo, Antique Magic, crafts&hobbies, paranormal, cozy mystery Caitlin flipped the phone shut. Where did Trevor keep Arianrhod’s number? She frowned at the empty room and trekked to the bathroom. Sneaking in, she poked her head around the dark blue shower curtain to see Trevor with shampoo in his eyes. She sighed and left the room as quietly as she came. Dinner needed cooking and she mixed and tested, plopping the pork and potatoes into their plates with much more force than she’d meant to.
Trevor’s footsteps drew her attention to the kitchen door. “Something wrong?” he asked.
She scanned his open flannel shirt and the wet towel around his neck and smiled. “You know, Christmas is coming.” She waved a finger at him. “That’d make a perfect Christmas card.”
“No, it wouldn’t.”
“Yes it would.” She raised a brow mischievously. “Let me get the camera.”
He grabbed her hand as she approached, pulling her into his warm arms. “No you don’t!”

Hehe. Poor Trevor. 😉  Would you like a little more? Caitlin’s Book of Shadows is available at Amazon,  Barnes and Noble  and Smashwords. Enjoy!

Something terrifying stalks Caitlin and her beloved Trevor. Something the bits and pieces she left claimed she had to make sense of–or so legend says. When the curator of their collection finds Caitlin’s long forgotten diary, she wonders will it tell the whole tale? Will it tell why Caitlin seemed so determined to tell the difference between reality and nightmare even as she continued the fight to defend her family from evil? Will it explain why she thought her world twisted? If she really became a witch?

Perhaps the answer lies between the lines of her story, one of lessons, struggles, and the hopes she carried like a warrior’s shield.

**This is a side (or supplemental, if you will) story in the Antique Magic series, a companion to The Artist’s Inheritance (Antique Magic, Book One).

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Sneak Peek Sunday/Sweet Saturday#2–#99cent #shortread

For Sneak Peek Sunday/  Sweet Saturday Sample entry, week two, another  snippet from my story Caitlin’s Book of Shadows (though not quite supernatural horror in bent, this bit, Caitlin fears it’s coming. You’ll see… For those of you who have not read the first book in the Antique Magic series, The Artist’s Inheritance, Michela is the family’s guardian spirit).

Juli D. Revezzo, Antique Magic, crafts&hobbies, paranormal, cozy mystery, Fort Pickens, Gulf Breeze, Florida “He’s here again. Arianrhod promised he’s locked up,” Caitlin said, watching the guardian take a cup of coffee from her husband’s hand.
“I assure you that’s the case.”

Arms crossed, she gripped her loose sleeves tight, crumpling the flannel in her anxiety. “Why did I see him in Kameko’s?”

Michela shrugged. “You’ve been stressed. I suppose it’s normal for you to fixate that rage on him.”

“With good reason,” Caitlin grumbled. She raised her voice. “So, I can go back to work tomorrow without fear of him bombing the place or something?”

“If you put it that way, let’s be honest, anyone could perpetrate such a crime,” Michela mused. “To answer your question, I have no indication any evil’s about to befall you.”

Yeah, right.

****

Well….Caitlin knows Hofter and the mischief he perpetrates. Evil might be an understatement, right?

Caitlin’s Book of Shadows is available at Amazon and Barnes and Noble and Smashwords.

Something terrifying stalks Caitlin and her beloved Trevor. Something the bits and pieces she left claimed she had to make sense of–or so legend says. When the curator of their collection finds Caitlin’s long forgotten diary, she wonders will it tell the whole tale? Will it tell why Caitlin seemed so determined to tell the difference between reality and nightmare even as she continued the fight to defend her family from evil? Will it explain why she thought her world twisted? If she really became a witch?

Perhaps the answer lies between the lines of her story, one of lessons, struggles, and the hopes she carried like a warrior’s shield.

 **This is a side (or supplemental, if you will) story in the Antique Magic series, a companion to The Artist’s Inheritance (Antique Magic, Book One).

Also book one, The Artist’s Inheritance, is available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Smashwords.

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Share an excerpt Saturday

TAINEW700copyCaitlin frowned at her flowers. Maybe there was something there, a calming feel, a wisp of dust? “What do we need charms for?”
Love and happiness were always welcome, sure. But protection? “What do we need protecting from?”
Beryl leaned forward and sniffed a rose. “Don’t you know by now? The gods of Annwn want his chair.”
The words hit Caitlin hard as if the tree branch overhead had collapsed on her head. She felt faint, and was glad her friend hadn’t brought this up while she was driving. “Why would any— I don’t understand. How can you think that?”
“Look at it, Cait. The horses, the writing he’s carved into the arms and back.”
“What writing? There’s scrollwork, but no writing.”
“Yes there is,” Heather said, “if you look close.”
She shivered. “What’s it say?”
Beryl pursed her lips. “Enough for me to know it’s got all the signs to attract what wants attracting.”

Caitlin pictured the chair in her mind. “No. They’re nothing more than designs, like the ones in his sketchbook.”
“What designs in a sketchbook?”
She led them upstairs to the attic and showed them Trevor’s sketchbook. Spiraling tornadoes, prancing horses and snorting bulls covered the pages in elegant and bold ink lines. Beautiful drawings that simultaneously awed and scared her.
Beryl shut the book quietly. “I amend my earlier statement.”
“What do you mean?”
“We don’t just have work to do. We have a ton of work to do.”

If you are interested in reading more, The Artist’s Inheritance is available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Smashwords, and in paperback at Createspace.

Share an Excerpt Saturday #2

For this week’s installment, here’s an excerpt from my novel, The Artist’s Inheritance. Maybe you’ve seen this one, maybe you haven’t?

The novel takes place in Gulf Breeze, Florida just outside Fort Pickens, and involves a wood carver–Trevor–and his wife, Caitlin, who’s worried her hubby is slowly going insane–just like his twin brother did before he committed suicide. So, when anything comes up concerning this chair Trevor’s working on, Caitlin’s ears perk up. Read on and you’ll see…

“How much will you take for these fine drawings?”
The male voice drew her attention away from Trevor’s work. A short man with black hair and a lazy eye, dressed in a pinstripe suit and straw hat, crossed the [Wilkins and Brandt] gallery to pause at Trevor’s side. “They’re your work, are they not? Are they available?”

“Yes, they’re mine,” Trevor said. “They’re not for sale. Sorry.”

Caitlin eyed the older man. Who’s this fella?

“Don’t be absurd, Trevor.” [His employer/mentor] Abby Wilkins, jumped in before Caitlin could ask.

Caitlin took in his fine coat, the diamond gleaming from his ring finger. More than likely, the man could pay a fortune for the pictures. Perhaps even the chair they had stashed in the attic. Maybe they’d be rid of the stupid thing yet.

“For you, Mr. Hofter? Of course they are.”

“No, I’m sorry,” Trevor said. “They’re not for sale.”

Abby choked and pulled Trevor aside. “Are you mad, darling? Do you know who he is?”

Caitlin peered over Abby’s shoulder, seeing the man in question studying a Jeffersonian era desk. Trevor grimaced. “I can’t say I do.”

“That’s Marvin Hofter,” Mrs. Wilkins said conspiratorially.

“Who’s Marvin Hofter?” Caitlin asked.

Abby spluttered and tugged at the collar of her linen blouse. “How can you not know him?”

The name meant nothing; Caitlin could only give her a blank look. “I don’t.”

“My dear, he’s only the editor in chief of Antiques Daily.”

Now Caitlin understood why Trevor’s mentor was making such a huge deal.

Trevor touched one of the sketches, almost, Caitlin thought, as if he would protect them. “I’m sorry, no. The pictures aren’t for sale.”

Hofter pursed his lips and retrieved a card case from the pocket of his silk coat. He pulled forth an embossed business card and handed it to him. “If you change your mind, don’t hesitate to call me.” The man tipped his hat and walked away.

Caitlin kept her gaze on him. Something about him made her want to grab Trevor and move as far away as possible. Like to Siberia.

If, alternately you’d like to check it out for yourself it’s available at Amazon , Barnes and Noble, and Smashwords currently for $.99.

Synopsis:Juli D. Revezzo, Antique Magic, crafts&hobbies, paranormal, cozy mystery

The Artist’s Inheritance
The balance between good and evil can be an art… or a curse.

Trevor and Caitlin were once happy newlyweds, profiting from Trevor’s art. Until Trevor inherits his brother’s house, and with it, his part of a family curse. Now, Caitlin will stop at nothing to save her beloved husband from insanity and suicide, even if it means she must embrace her destiny and become a witch.

I hope you enjoy this excerpt. Cait’s story continues in Caitlin’s Book of Shadows. Meanwhile, the next book in the series, Drawing Down the Shades, is coming up really soon! 🙂 Thanks again to Tammie Clarke Gibbs for inviting me!

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Share an excerpt Saturday

Since spring is here, I’m sharing a “garden” excerpt from Caitlin’s Book of Shadows:

Caitlinsbos700“I can’t wait for the spring thaw,” Caitlin complained, sliding her coat off. “Come on, late February!”
“No,” Trevor said, sweeping the shop’s floor. “Can we skip February?”
Her heart twisted and she smoothed a hand down his arm. February would mark one year since Gordon’s death—and what a year it had been! She shuddered, not
wanting to remember. “I’m sorry, honey.” She wondered if more peace spells were in order.
“Personally, I can’t wait to get back out in my garden. I’ve been reading about the cultivation of orange trees. I’d love to add one! I’m sure we can fit it in. Maybe
place it in the west corner of the yard.”
Trevor frowned and turned back to his work. “We’ll see. Are you going to have room after the Christmas tree?”
“Of course.” She sighed and swept a duster over the elaborate Hulish figurines he’d set on a table near the shop’s front window. “I wonder if it will survive the
hot summer. Probably not. If it doesn’t, I can put the orange tree there. Hibiscus might be an easy addition and—being a little daring—I think I’d like to try some lavender this year.” She sighed. “I bet it’ll die on me.”
“You’re better than that and you know it,” he said, disappearing into the office.
Caitlin flipped the duster over and shoved it into its holder behind the desk. She glanced out the window at the gray, chilly afternoon. Come on, spring! I’ve had enough of the cold!

Would you like to read more? The story continues in Caitlin’s Book of Shadows, available at Amazon and barnes and noble.
genre: Supernatural horror

Synopsis:

Though their fame became legend, a rumor cropped up about the Fulmer family: Something terrifying stalked Caitlin and her beloved Trevor. Something the bits and pieces she left claimed she had to make sense of. When the curator of their collection finds Caitlin’s long forgotten diary, she wonders will it tell the whole tale? Will it tell why Caitlin seemed so determined to tell the difference between reality and nightmare? Why she thought her world twisted? If she really became a witch?

Perhaps the answer lies between the lines of her story, one of lessons, struggles, and hopes for each new year.

What truths will her Book of Shadows reveal?

**This is a side (or supplemental, if you will) story in the Antique Magic series, a companion to The Artist’s Inheritance (Antique Magic, Book One).

Thanks, Tammie Clarke Gibbs, for inviting me to participate in the Share an Excerpt event. 🙂

*(The spacing’s coming out weird on the published post. Sorry about that.)