Tuesday, June 30, 2015

No More Black Magic Blog Tour

Here Witchy Witchy Book One
Release Date June 16th, 2015

Explosions, body parts, and black magic are all part of Abby Collins’ typical day. As the top Paranormal Investigation Bureau agent, she only gets the best cases, but when the Cult of Ra comes to play she might in be over her head. Finding a murderer while up against a hex, an overprotective coven, and a stubborn werewolf reminds her that nothing in the paranormal world is easy. As the death toll rises and a decades old crime, linked to Abby, is uncovered, disturbing information is brought to light. Abby must unlock an ancient language steeped in black magic to uncover the truth before the murderer comes for her.

I pulled up to the library and cursed when I saw Stephanie sitting by the front door. Her long legs crossed at the ankles and tucked at an angle I wasn’t even sure I could manage.
“Oh man, I know that lady.” Simon shook his head. “I’m not talking to her.”
“Yeah, me neither.” I grumbled. “I suggest you go around the back to avoid her.”
He got out of the car and her head shot up. Simon sighed. “I think it might be too late.”
“Nope, just outrun her, she’s on stilettos.” I got out of the car and bent down to tie my tennis shoes. Simon came around the car and looked at me.
“What on earth are you going to try and do?” He raised a brow.
I laughed. “Outrun her. She can’t go past the crime tape, which means all I have to do is get to the stairwell without her.”
Simon grinned. “You’re crazy, witch.”
“I don’t want to end up in the tabloids again. Trust me, the run is worth avoiding Levi on a rampage.” I stood up and glanced at him. “Wanna see which one she goes after?”
He smirked and it tugged something inside me. “Loser buys drinks.”
It was a game of chance and we both knew it. I got down into a runners pose and saw Stephanie stand up. “Ready? Set?”
“Go!” Simon shouted and we were off. He went to the left, and I went straightforward.
Stephanie started to go towards Simon and then saw me coming towards her. She stood her ground and I was wondering what the charges would be if I just ran her over, but that wasn’t an option. Nope, and the door wasn’t my goal.
She underestimated my absolute determination to not talk to her. To her left was a window a mere leap from the banister. I grinned and picked up my speed. I was trained to chase after supernatural creatures, avoiding a human was easy. I got almost right in front of her and then jumped up on the railing. Two, three steps without slowing down and I leapt.
My heart skipped a beat as I realized it was longer than I thought, but my feet hit the concrete with a solid thump and I pushed my weight forward so I’d fall into the building. I could hear Stephanie curse as I continued to run through the library and towards the stairs. I only stopped once I was under the crime tape. I leaned against the wall and took a few deep breaths to calm my heart.
My adrenaline was pumping and I realized it’d been too long since I’d actually done any type of parkour to keep myself in shape for chasing people who liked crazy escape routes. I made a mental note to get back to it and then started down the stairs. I found Mason standing near a metal cabinet, much like the ones I remembered from school.
From the look of it the hazmat team had already been there. I assumed that Mason got all the evidence he needed before they took the blood away.  He had the door open and I sighed, wondering what I was going to find in there.
I walked in and looked down at a photograph that was gripped in a hand.
A fucking hand. In the cabinet. Not even the whole arm. This hand had very carefully manicured fingernails, not one was broken which told me there had been no struggle. What caught me off guard were the two people in the picture, my father and Michele. My stomach churned and my breath caught. Dread made my heart drop.  Luckily for me, I didn’t think Mason knew my father on sight. I had two options here, neither one I liked. 

About the Author
A.L. Kessler is a paranormal romance, urban fantasy and steampunk author residing in Colorado Springs. Since she was a teenager she's loved weaving stories and spinning tales. When she's not at the beck-and-call of the Lord and Lady of the House, two black cats by the names of Jynx and Sophie, training a playful puppy named Zelda, playing with her daughter, or killing creepers and mining all the things with her husband, she's either reading, participating in NaNoWriMo, or writing in her Blog Writing Rambles.

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