Wenchy Thursday - Samatha Combs New Book

Thursday’s Wench is the talented and mutli-published, Samantha Combs.  The Deadlies is her ninth novel and an older YA that releases this week at Secret Cravings Publishing.

Blurb: 

When Calliope Flood catches the unwanted attention of prettiest and most privileged girls at her new school, she learns they are possessed of more than just good ole’ Southern charm; they are also possessed by the demons of the Seven Deadly Sins. 

 Whether she likes it or not, the Ravens want the pretty new girl to become one of their members.  Their club is so secret, only a select few know their truth.  As a budding journalist, Callie is more interested in investigating them than joining them.  When people begin to disappear, she soon discovers the Ravens aren’t just interested in her for her looks; slowly, she learns she’s a legacy.  Calliope enlists her eccentric Aunt, her new friends, and a quietly disarming Southern boy to form their own group, The Virtues, to free the girls, and the town, from the demons that have taken over their lives.

Excerpt: 

Callie strode purposefully into the Journalism room. School didn’t officially start for another half hour, but she knew she would find Meg in there anyway. She hadn’t yet reached the editor’s office when she could hear her yelling on the phone.

“Are you kidding me, Jim? How can you raise the printing rates on a school, for God’s sake? Why don’t you jack the rates up on one of your country club buddies?” Meg stood behind her desk, the phone tucked under her chin and shoulder, holding a sheaf of papers. She looked as angry as she sounded. “I’m sure one of those phonies from Suture Cove wouldn’t even notice a rate hike.” Callie realized “Suture Cove” must be Meg’s moniker for Sutter Cove, where she and her aunt had dined the other night. There had been a lot of plastic surgery on display. She stifled a giggle and caught a glare from Meg.

“Whatever, Jim. Thanks for nothing.” Meg slammed down the phone with such force, the internal bell dinged. She looked up and greeted Callie and Cayden with a nod.

“Hey. Why are you here so early?”

Callie moved excitedly to Meg’s side of the desk. “I’ve figured something out about the Ravens!”

Meg clucked her tongue and said, “So have I. Seems they have more pull than just with the headmistress.” She glared at the phone. “That was our printer. He claims if I don’t give him right of final approval on each edition of the school paper, we’ll have to pay more than double for “community-irresponsible material”, whatever the hell that means.” Meg slumped into her editor’s chair and sighed. “Man, this place is starting to really piss me off.”

“Meg, are you listening? I’ve figured it out.” Callie tried again to get her friend’s attention.

“You should listen, Meg. It’s way out, but she’s totally right.” Cayden added.

Meg ran her hands through her hair. “Okay, okay. Tell me the earth-shattering news, already.”

Callie paused to make sure Meg really paid attention. Satisfied she had her, she spilled her secret.

“The Ravens are possessed by the seven deadly sins.”

Meg blinked at Callie. “What’re those? Some kind of freaky seven dwarfs or something?”

“Jesus, Meg. No. The seven deadly sins. You know, from the Bible?”

“Are you pulling my leg here?”

“Nope and I’ve figured out at least four of them. I need to work on the remaining three. There’s also the link between them and my mom.” Meg stared at Callie, who paced excitedly. She listened slack-jawed until Callie finished, and then flipped open the lid of her laptop and typed furiously.

“Greed, gluttony, sloth, pride,—these are mortal sins. Are you sure about this, Callie? Listen to what this website says. Theologically, a mortal sin is believed to destroy the life of Grace within the person and thus creates the threat of eternal damnation.”

“Sounds serious.”

“Damn right it is. Here’s more: "Mortal sin, by attacking the vital principle within us—that is Charity—necessitates a new initiative of God's mercy and a conversion of heart.” Meg stared up at Callie. “Attacking charity? Oh, my God.” She closed the laptop lid and glanced at Cayden, who nodded at her with dawning understanding. “Does she get it yet, handsome?”

Cayden shook his head. “I don’t think so. At least she hasn’t said anything about it.”

Callie stared at Meg and Cayden. What were they talking about? “Get what?” she asked them both.

Meg came around the back of the desk and perched on the front, facing Callie.

“If the Ravens are the seven deadly sins, Callie, that makes you…….Charity.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Charity?” Callie tried to keep the incredulousness out of her voice. Truth be told, she wasn’t feeling exactly “charitable” anyway.

Meg had left the desk and paced, muttering to herself. “No, it all fits. It all comes together, like a puzzle.” She whirled and pointed at Callie. “And you, Sunshine, you are the key.”

Samantha Combs, Author

Check out all eight of my books!

SPELLBOUND  http://www.amazon.com/Spellbound-Samantha-Combs/dp/1463787936/ref=sr_1_13?ie=UTF8&qid=1336187025&sr=8-13

EVERSPELL  http://www.amazon.com/Everspell-Spellbound-ebook/dp/B006Z0LKLC/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1336187120&sr=1-1

GHOSTLY  http://www.amazon.com/Ghostly-ebook/dp/B005ONM5RE/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1336187148&sr=1-1

THE DETENTION DEMON  http://www.amazon.com/The-Detention-Demon-ebook/dp/B0077DTQHG/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1336187185&sr=1-1

TEETH AND TALONS  http://www.amazon.com/Teeth-Talons-Horror-Anthology-ebook/dp/B006X51I4S/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1336187215&sr=1-1

WAY PAST MIDNIGHT  http://www.amazon.com/Way-Past-Midnight-ebook/dp/B0088DXFP8/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1338755543&sr=1-1

WATERDANCER  http://www.amazon.com/Waterdancer-ebook/dp/B0096TPBX2%3FSubscriptionId%3DAKIAJBDF5XQBATGDX4VQ%26tag%3Dspea06-20%26linkCode%3Dxm2%26camp%3D2025%26creative%3D165953%26creativeASIN%3DB0096TPBX2

HELLOWEEN  http://www.amazon.com/dp/B009X3N9IA

 And coming April 2013, THE DEADLIES, published by Secret Cravings Publishing

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Friday Hot Seat - Sizzling Sloane!

Today’s guest is the ever Sizzling, Sloane Taylor.  If a scene calls for HOT, this woman will accommodate.  Make sure you have a glass of ice water handy when you read one of her books.  And I have to say, love this cover for Perfect Lie.  Says a lot on what the book is about without showing too much!!

 Hi Lizzie,

 Thanks for having me over today. It’s always fun being with you.

Your past career as a travel agent gave you the opportunity to see lots of places around the world that you incorporate in your work, but why did you decide to incorporate all the sex?

I swear it was not a conscious effort. I’m a free speaker, probably too much most times, and a firm believer that sex and humor are healthy aspects of our everyday lives. Those little facets of me led to writing sexually explicit romances that fling open the bedroom door. Or whatever room my characters happen to be in at the moment. Please know that only once have I researched a sexual position and that really was a lifestyle. All the sensuality is from experience or imagination. I’ll let you guess which one of those two is the most used. lol

You mention your partner Studs from time to time and refer to him as your life mate. That said, what hot celebrity has potential to help you stray if the opportunity to spend a night with him came about?

Oh my, this will either get me in tons of trouble or a hot date, if I’m lucky. Lol

Nathan Fillion is a hot devil I could…mmm.   Simon Baker has the greatest twinkling eyes… But, it has to be Liam Neeson. First saw him in High Spirits, a 1988 comedy fantasy movie with a cast of terrific actors, and I fell in love. I still think Liam Neeson is the sexiest man in movies.

 Now if you’ll excuse me, Lizzie, I think I need to go off and drool somewhere. lol

 

PERFECT LIE

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 TAGLINE:

A seedling of doubt will unravel even a perfect lie.

 BLURB:

After two ex-husbands and a con artist, Francine Daniels has had it with men. Her life is finally the way she wants it — successful and complete. At least she thinks so until a working vacation in Munich brings her face to face with a sexy German hotelier who sees right through her brash exterior and makes her sizzle with his every touch.

 Heicke Brewer enjoys his playboy image along with the collection of international beauties on his arm and in his bed. They are safer than another disastrous marriage. Until a chance encounter with a stubborn American pixie too hot not to handle threatens his hard won resolve.

As passion grows between Francine and Heicke, deception threatens to tear them apart, forcing them to fight their way through a perfect lie.

 EXCERPT:

Francine slipped out the side door of the dining room when Heicke turned his back.  Less than confident, she walked alone across the silent, black golf course.  Her imagination played tricks as the tree branches swayed in the cool breeze, casting spidery images of boogie men in front of her.  She looked up at the sky, praying the clouds would clear for the moon to give off more light.

 Dammit.  Her shoe caught, yet again, in the wet grass.  The damned expensive things were being ruined with every step she took.  She wiggled her ankle, only to sink further into the mud.  The only option left was to take off the shoe. Gathering her skirt so it wouldn’t get soaked, she bent over.

A twig snapped.

“Holy shitta.”

 A hand clamped over her mouth.  Jack the Ripper, Charles Manson, and every bloodcurdling creature Stephen King ever wrote about had joined together to attack her.  She’d never been so scared, even when she had lived in her old car and been dumb enough to park it overnight at a drug house.

She jerked around, flailing her arms.  Crack.  Teetering as the heel broke off her sandal, she smacked into a solid wall of muscle.

 “Shush Pixie.  It is me, Heicke.”  He wrapped his arms around her and she choked back a sob.

 “Are you crazy?”  Her heart pumped faster than a jet engine during takeoff.  “You scared the living hell out of me.”

“It was not my intention.”  He rubbed his hand rhythmically over her back, easing out her fear.  She snuggled into him, grateful for his warmth.  A spicy scent enveloped her as he pulled his coat around her shoulders.  “You were very beautiful in the mirror and I became curious as to why you would leave without me.”

“I figured you’d get around to that eventually.  After we were, ah, driving back from the shed, I forgot all about the charity donations.”  Even to her the truth sounded stupid.

“And you thought it best to come out here alone?”  She couldn’t see his face, but his suspicious tone said it all.  “In the middle of the night?”

“What?  You thought I came out here to lay some guy?”

Jerk.

He tapped a gentle finger on her lips.  “No, perhaps I do not understand because of the idiosyncrasies of other languages.  At least I hope that is my problem.  Please explain about this laying of the golfers and why you did not wait for me.”

“You have a problem, all right.”  She tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip and her heart skipped a couple of beats.  “And there’s no help needed, Pup.  I’m perfectly capable of surviving on my own.”

“So I see, and may I add you are making a fine job of it.”  Lucky for him, his tone held humor. 

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Travel Wednesday - Where in the World is Lizzie Going?

A few weeks ago the husband handed me a flyer and said, "We're going here."  The location surprised me, but I'm game for anything when it comes to travel (okay, there is a few places I really don't have the desire to return, but think all of us have those) and will pack at a moment's notice.

The thing about this trip, I'd never heard of one of the locations and being the trusting soul I am, my response was, "Sure."

Now we're in the fun stage...the planning.  Invested in an international airline for tickets, set up some other reservations and have made a list of things we want to do.  There is no way we're going to accomplish all that's on the list and we just started adding.  Time (and money) does play into the picture and seriously, even if we had the money, the current tile allotted would not allow us to accomplish everything thing.

So, here's a picture I found of one of the places and I'd love to hear your thoughts on where.  And if you know, have you ever been there, and how did you like the experience?

Tuesday's Wench - Sam Cheever Does It HOT!

Welcome to the newest Wench!!  Sam Cheever writes for several publishers and also has plunged into the world of Indy publishing.  Here's her latest HOT addition to Changeling Press


ESTHER EGG HUNT

 Ebook BIN: 06268-02014

Publisher: Changeling Press

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Genre: Erotic Paranormal Novella

 This Easter, Esther’s gonna resurrect some serious feelings in her sexy perdition guide.

 Esther Mills is caught in Hell’s version of Groundhog Day. Every year she’s resurrected on Easter and relives her death, only to be escorted to Hell again. The one thing that makes her life tolerable is being escorted back to Hell each time by Lucifer, her sexy perdition guide. Esther and Luc share a hot crush. But for some reason he won’t act on his feelings. So this Easter, Esther’s going to make sure Luc can’t ignore her any longer. She’s going to take her life back… and when she’s done with her sexy devil, he’s not gonna know what hit him!

Esther glanced at the clock again. Sixty seconds had passed since the last time she’d looked. Only three minutes until her past ended and her future began. Again.

She stood up and started to pace, her stomach twisting with nerves.

 Any minute now.

 Someone shrieked outside and she jumped, realizing too late they were just laughing. Esther tried to remember the last time she’d laughed like that. It had been at least three years. She started to pace again.

 The clock ticked down another minute. Only one more min –

 Esther opened her eyes, blinking as a big, black truck roared past. Two drunk guys screamed propositions out the window. She felt muzzy, her limbs heavy. Something niggled.

 The smell of blood had her turning her head. She made a small sound of despair. It was the deer she’d hit with her car. Poor thing. She’d stopped to see if she could save it.

A low rumble sounded in the distance. A storm must be coming. No. That wasn’t right. Esther realized she was supposed to do something. But she couldn’t quite… A horn blared and she jumped. Adrenaline surged and her mind cleared. She remembered. A small blue car was going to fly past.

There it was. The driver scowling at her.

Run!

Another rumble in the distance; this time the ground shook.

 Run!

Praying she wasn’t too late, Esther dug in and started running toward her car.

 Another rumble, followed by the crash and crackle of falling rock. Esther tripped on a fracture in the asphalt and started to fall. Hard hands grabbed her and she screamed, trying to shake off Luc’s grip. “No!” She sobbed as he dragged her sideways. But he didn’t take her through the portal. Instead he opened the passenger side door of her car and tried to push her inside.

“Get in!”

Esther sniffled. “What?”

 He ran around to the driver’s side. “Hurry, Esther. Get in the car.”

A large rock pinged off the hood, and she was startled into moving. As soon as her feet left the pavement, Luc had the car moving forward, tires screeching against the asphalt as rocks rained from the sky around them. Esther almost fell out of the car, but Luc reached over and grabbed her arm. “Close the door.”

She dragged at it, but the heavy door didn’t want to close. The car swerved as a huge boulder slammed into the asphalt ahead and Esther screamed, falling sideways. She grabbed for the seatbelt and managed to keep from tumbling all the way out, but her head and shoulders were hanging out the door, and the road spun past at a dizzying rate. Luc’s grip on her arm tightened.

A huge rock hit the windshield. The glass shattered, spraying her.

Esther screamed, and Luc yanked her backward as the door hit a guardrail and was torn away.

 “Hold on, Esther!” He slammed his foot to the floorboards and the engine of the battered car roared, the tires skidded for a second on the buckling asphalt, and the car shot forward, leaving the falling rocks behind.

Sam Cheever writes romantic paranormal/fantasy and mystery/suspense, creating stories that celebrate the joy of love in all its forms. Known for writing great characters, snappy dialogue, and unique and exhilarating stories, Sam is the award-winning author of 40+ books and has been writing for over a decade under several noms de plume.

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Monday Musings - Biting Off More Than I Can Chew?

Last week accomplished some goals and generated more.  Instead of hanging at Barnes and Noble most of Saturday, ended up home all day.  Snow storms do that, especially when one watches the weather and traffic happenings.  Was I glad when all the accident reports on the afternoon news showed lots of crashes!

Today, write. Tomorrow, write.  The next day, write.  Are you seeing a pattern here?  Yep, my focus is back and I have lots of catching up to do, in fact, working on a new DEAD story.  Of course, sandwiched in between the writing are other fun things…laundry, vacuuming, cooking…you get the picture.

And including in all the writing is the blog for Wednesday.  Trying to decide where in the world I want to go for Travel Wednesday.  That is going to require digging out pictures and see which stack has a cool one or two I can use.

So, I’ve decided to try the timer method.  Set the timer for each project and see where I am at the point the noise pulls me to the next project.  We’ll see where this experiment ends up. Am I biting off more than I can chew? Will let you know the verdict next week.

I’m curious to see how many have tried this and did it work for you?

Now in closing, if you want to help get the word out on my books and become a Naughty Vixen, here’s the link.   https://www.facebook.com/groups/391665424262524/

 

 

Friday Hot Seat - Gary K. Wolf isn't just Roger Rabbit!

Gary K. Wolf is known for his Roger Rabbit creations, but Gary writes more than RR books.  He has also transitioned into the world or ePublishing with two releases at Musa Publishing.  In addition, Musa will release Who Wacked Roger Rabbit in eBook this coming November.  But all you Gary fans can get your fix in the meantime with the two books available at Musa.

The book in today’s spotlight is The Late Great Show.  I’m currently reading this one and laughing my way through.  What a great spin on the godly realms.

So let's find out why Gary went ePub!  And remember, he loves to hear from readers!

There were a lot of years in between books after Who Sensored Roger Rabbit and then more again after the sequel. When you decided to venture back into publishing again, why did you decide e-Publishing is the way to go?

I could easily have published my books through a major print publishing house. Instead, I choose to publish them digitally.

That decision evolves directly from the way I work, from the core philosophy of what I write and why I write it. I always push the boundaries in my writing. I invent worlds that nobody else ever thought about. I create unique characters and situations. I try to always be at the forefront of my craft. That includes the way my writing is presented to my readers.

Digital publishing is clearly the way books are headed, so I’m heading that way, too. E-books make sense to me. E-books are less expensive to buy, easier to carry around -- kind of like that first paperback novel I bought when I was a kid -- and completely science fiction cool in the way they look and operate.

There’s another, more personal aspect to it. Sooner or later, most hardcover books go out of print. That happened with the first Roger Rabbit novel. Fans wanted to buy it and read it, but couldn’t because it wasn’t in print anymore. Well guess what? Now it’s back in digital format. It will stay back forever. That’s the beauty of the digital printing process. My works will never go out of print.

Digital publishing is the wave of the future, and I’ve always been a wave of the future kind of guy. For me, going digital wasn’t a last resort. It was a necessity.

You have two books, The Late Great Show and Typical Day, currently out at Musa Publishing and a third Roger Rabbit scheduled to release November 2013. Of all the eBook publishers available, how did you come to select Musa Publishing?

When it came to picking a specific electronic publisher, I chose to go with MUSA.

MUSA is a small and very well-run company. I know everybody who works there from the Directors on down. That would never happen at one of the big publishers.

The editors I’ve had at MUSA have been first rate, as good as any I’ve had at any regular print house. They don't just check my punctuation and spelling. They get me. They understand what I’m trying to do with my writing. They encourage me to go for it, to take chances, to take my creativity as far as I want. They give me good, sound structural and thematic advice. My writing is much improved because of their comments and suggestions.

I especially like the way MUSA has taken digital publishing into areas that I never thought of. Using proprietary software, I’m able to interact with them electronically in real time. My editor, the publicity department, the art department, and everybody else involved with my work all have instant access to everything I submit. And vice versa.

I even have a say in what the cover looks like. What a treat that is. That almost never happens to a writer working with a major print publisher.

Best of all, MUSA’s accounting and royalty information is made available to me on line. I can check my sales figures and count my moola any time I want, 24/7. That’s something I would never get from a regular publisher.

The Late Great Show

By Gary K. Wolf

Blurb:

Welcome back to the amazing fantasy world of Roger Rabbit creator Gary K. Wolf. This time it’s murder, intrigue, and godly shenanigans.

The Greek Gods, who have relocated to a glitzy mountaintop in Southern California, aren’t getting the pious veneration they feel they deserve. Big Ben Bolt, formerly called Zeus, has a foolproof way to reclaim his old glory. It all starts when Tilly Hunter comes to ornithology professor Jason with a strange request: She wants him to find her son’s father. A talking swan.

Jason knows birds. Swans don’t talk, nor do they seduce women. This is godly work.

Years ago, the gods ruined Jason’s life, destroying his family. He wants payback. Jason takes the case.

Jason’s ready to die to fulfill his quest. The Gods are more than willing to let him. Can Jason bring the Gods to their knees before they bring him to his grave?

Excerpt:

“Are you Jason? The professor who wrote the book?” She held up his lone foray into the popular press, Why the Caged Bird Sings. A Household Guide to Avian Psychology. The most charitable review dismissed it as “egghead on bird brains.”

He nodded.

“I’m Tilly Hunter.” She shifted a stack of professional journals to the rear of his rarely used second chair and sat on the forward edge. Her diamond-patterned, black nylon stockings produced a zipping sound as she crossed her legs. “I need your help. I want you to find my son’s father.”

“I’m an ornithologist. I study birds. You want one of those private fellows who track missing persons.”

“It’s you I need. You exactly. I met him a year ago. At the beach. I was feeding crackers to the sea gulls. He came over to me and dipped his face into my cracker box.” Her voice resonated with ardor. “He was so playful, so soft, so cuddly, so cute. I never believed in love at first sight. Until I met Ducky.”

“Ducky?”

“I never asked his name. He never volunteered it. I called him Ducky.” The edges of her mouth turned up slightly. “He called me his little chickadee. We spent one long, glorious afternoon together. Making love and eating saltines.” The memory of her amorous Ducky brought tears to her eyes.

She opened her handbag and removed a fine lace hanky. “A month later, I realized I was pregnant.” She dabbed droplets of moisture off her cheeks.

Jason eyed her plain gold ring. “You’re married?”

She nodded.

“I told Hunt, that’s my husband, that the child was his. He was tickled to death. We’d been trying for years without success.” Her shoulders slumped. “Then he discovered the truth.”

“You confessed?”

“I didn’t have to. The instant Hunt saw my newborn baby boy, he knew. There’s no way on the Gods’ green earth that Hunt Junior could be his.”

She handed Jason a baby picture, a three-for-one special marked Sears on the back. Pity the poor photographer. No camera angle in the world would make this tyke look good. Her son was covered with a layer of downy feathers. His back sported a pair of vestigial wings. In profile, he resembled a model airplane wearing an Indian head dress.

“My lover was a swan. A gorgeous, elegant, talking swan.”

“A swan.”

“That’s why I need you. You know everything about swans.”

Jason handed back the picture. “First and foremost, I know they don’t talk. Or seduce women.”

“My son’s living proof that one of them does.” She curled her lower lip inward. Her lipstick tinted her front teeth blood red. “Hunt’s insane with rage. He hired a private detective to find Ducky. Hunt’s vowed to kill him, stuff him, roast him, and eat him for dinner.”

She tapped her manicured fingernail forcefully on Jason’s desktop. “I love that bird more than I’ve ever loved any man. Don’t let my husband butcher my Ducky.”

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Thursday's Wench - Rita Monette on Bottle Trees

Southern Wench, Rita Monette shares bottle tree legends with us today.  She uses the trees in her delightful children’s novel, The Legend of Ghost Dog Island.

 

The Legend of the Bottle Tree

Have you ever driven through Louisiana, or some other southern state, and noticed a tree with colored bottles either hanging from it or stuck onto their branches? More than likely they were blue bottles. No, they are not a poor man’s stained glass display.  

It is said that this traditional practice was brought here by the Africans during the slave trade. In the Congo, Natives hung hand-blown glass on huts and trees to ward off evil spirits since the ninth century, and perhaps earlier.

 The Legend is told that the spirits are attracted to the sparkling color of the bottles, blue ones seemingly more enticing. The moaning sound made by the wind as it passes over the bottle openings are said to be proof that a spirit is trapped within. Whether you believe the legend or not, the trees are a sight to behold, displayed in various shapes, sizes, and forms, as beautiful yard and garden decorations.

 An excerpt from Eudora Welty’s short story Livvie, describes one such tree:

“…Then coming around up the path from the deep cut of the Natchez Trace below was a line of bare crape-myrtle trees with every branch of them ending in a colored bottle of green or blue.

There was no word that fell from Solomon’s lips to say what they were for, but Livvie knew that there could be a spell put in the trees, and she was familiar from the time she was born with the way bottle trees kept evil spirits from coming into the house – by luring them inside the colored bottles, where they cannot get out again.”

 A bottle tree is featured in the movie, Ray, a Ray Charles biopic. And again in the Princess and the Frog, a cartoon movie set in New Orleans, where bottle trees hang in the bayou.

 In my children’s Novel, The Legend of Ghost Dog Island, a bottle tree adorns the front entrance of a voodoo woman’s shack. Excerpt below:

 “What y’all want?” The yellow glow from a kerosene lamp cast the shadowy outline of scraggly hair and humped shoulders.

 I took my braid and twisted it between my fingers. “I’m looking for my dog, ma’am.”

“What kinda dog?” The face pushed closer to the small window and into view.

 Red paint decorated the porch and railing—or was it blood? Some sort of animal skin hung from nails.

 She was a witch all right. My hands felt sweaty. “A beagle, ma’am.” My voice cracked. “Do you have a beagle?” I remembered the three quarters, two dimes, and six pennies Patti and I got from her piggy bank in case we needed it to buy Snooper back. “I have money.”

The door creaked open. “Come on in.” A wrinkled eye peered through the crack.

 Spikes took a step forward.

 I followed close behind him. I didn’t want to go in that creepy shack, but I sure didn’t want to go back through the swamp alone. A slight breeze blew up, triggering a tinkling sound behind me. I turned to see colored bottles hanging from a nearby tree. The moonlight bounced off the deep-blue glass like fireflies dancing in the warm night air.

“Look at that.” I pointed to the display.

 “Yeah, it’s a bottle tree. Some folks ’round here make those to trap evil spirits, to keep them away,” Spikes whispered.

 “She wants to keep evil away?”

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