Today I’d like to welcome my friend and paranormal author Debbie Christiana. If you like all things witches and warlocks, then you’ll want to read why she thinks you’ll love her second book, SOLSTICE (Black Opal Books.)
Hi Sharon. Thank you for allowing me to share “3 Reasons Why You Should Read…SOLSTICE” with your blog readers.
Time is running out for Armend Zogu. The two hundred and fifty year old curse on his head will claim his life on his thirtieth birthday, the winter solstice.
Sofia Palmalosi might be the Strega who can save him. A descendant of a long line of powerful Italian witches, her family’s magic was a gift from the Goddess Diana.
Together Sofia and Armend embark on a journey from New York, to Sicily and the ancient ruins of Diana’s temple and back to New York, all while fighting a battle of magic and wits with a psychopath who wants them both dead the curse intact.
If the curse doesn’t kill Armend, breaking it just might.
Debbie’s Three Reasons…
#1~ One of my favorite parts of writing this book was the chapter that explains the ancestral curse that haunts the hero, Armend. It’s a tale of forbidden love and the tragedy that caused the curse to be placed on the Zogu family, two hundred and fifty years ago in Naples, Italy.
#2~ I loved the scene when Sofia Palmolosi, the heroine, visits the ruins of the ancient temple of Diana in Sicily to have a heart to heart with the Goddess. Sofia has mixed emotions about being the chosen Strega of her generation and the intense responsibility and power that comes with it. Diana assures Sofia she chose her for a reason and is confident she will do the right thing, even though, “The right thing isn’t always easy.”
#3~Writing the villain or antagonist is always fun. It’s gives us a chance to visit our darker side and do and say the things that we would never dare in our real lives. There is a scene (or two or three) that shows the antagonist in her full irrational, ruthless state of madness, and I had a blast writing them.
Once in a lifetime you meet a person who takes your breath away. Not because you want them to, but because they are meant to. – Author unknown
Sofia paused on the marble steps outside her parent’s art gallery. The Manhattan street below bustled with New York activity. People shouted, cabbies leaned on their horns, and a siren wailed in the distance.
The warm October sun beat down on her, yet it couldn’t quell the chill that quivered down her spine. She stood still and waited. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of two casually dressed men. They appeared to be in a heated conversation, but from behind their dark glasses, Sofia knew they watched her every move.
Could she get to the front door of the gallery before they made their move? She climbed a step and stopped. She rifled through her purse and ascended another step. Three more to go.
Powerful arms snaked under hers.
“Sofia Palmalosi?” a blond man with a southern drawl asked.
She didn’t answer.
“Please come with us,” said the dark haired man.
Defiant, she crossed her right leg over her left and dropped to the ground. “Ms. Palmalosi, don’t do this,” whispered an irritated voice. The man on her right tried to lift her without drawing unwanted attention, but she remained seated in her resistance.
“Don’t make a scene. We’re trying to help you.”
Sofia closed her eyes and relaxed her body. With deep cleansing breaths, she cleared her head and summoned the Lare, the spirits of her ancestors. In her mind, she repeated the incantation.
Dear ancients ones, powerful and wise
Many times to you I’ve prayed
Please reach down from high in the sky
And offer to me your gentle aid.
The wind picked up and cool gusts blew against her face. Her eyes fluttered open. Bits of litter and leaves spun within the vigorous whirlwind that surrounded them. The men on each side of her fought to keep their balance against the unexpected squall. Their free hand flailed in the air as if they were swatting at a swarm of hornets. The Lare wouldn’t hurt them. They were mischievous, not malicious. Sofia sat patiently as first one, then the other man, let go of her, needing both hands to break their fall as they tumbled to the ground.
From behind, another pair of firm hands gripped under her arms and raised her to her feet. This time her legs straightened and supported her. The wind had calmed. The Lare had vanished.
“What the hell are you doing?” a new voice demanded.
The arrival of another person wouldn’t cause the Lare to disappear. Unless…
“What Mr. Palmalosi asked us to. Make sure his daughter arrived safely to his office.”
“She’s not a criminal.” The third man steadied her on her feet. His warm breath was on the back of her neck. “Sofia, are you all right?”
She’d had enough. “Why is it—” She whipped around and was stopped short by dazzling, steel-blue eyes. She cleared her throat and continued. “You know my name, but I don’t have a clue who any of you are?”
“I’ll let your father explain.” Mr. Steel Blue shooed the two men away. “I’ll make sure Ms. Palmalosi gets to where she is going.”
The taller of her two assailants spoke. “Ma’am, we’d like to apologize.”
“You both work for my father?”
The stockier man nodded at Mr. Steel Blue. “Yes. All three of us do.”
“My parents have never had security quite like you before.”
They mumbled an apology or obscenity and left.
Sofia crossed her arms over her chest and looked to the last man standing for an explanation. Once more, spellbound by his eyes, she took a step back and caught her breath. She should be doing the bewitching, not him.
He stood a few inches taller than she did. His black hair was longer than most men chose to wear theirs these days. He sported a neatly trimmed beard.
He held the gallery door open for her. “Your parents are waiting for you.”
Intrigued by the handsome man who caused the Lare to vanish, she went inside.
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