The Story Behind “Never Cross A Warlock”
I am so happy to see the completion of the last in my Beware of Warlocks series, Never Cross A Warlock. Why? The series was almost not finished.
In December 2014, I got acute pneumonia, and went Code Blue in the hospital. Then, I went into septic shock. I was sedated for a week while my body fought off the infection. Yup. Needles into the lungs to drain them too. Not fun. Like I said, it was bad. I’m happy to still be alive.
The road has been long in coming back from this. They discovered a large blood clot in my heart too. So, I’ve been on medical leave from my day job and on medicines to shrink my blood clot. I’m wearing a life vest, or wearable defibrillator, in case my heart decides to react from my heart arrhythmia that caused the blood clot.
I finally received the good news that my blood clot has broken down. The heart arrhythmia is still there, and looking to be permanent. So, I’ve got an appointment to meet with a specialist to get an internal defibrillator, and to look into a future with a possible heart transplant if things don’t get better with my heart.
But despite all of this, I can still write. I’m trying to keep a positive attitude, and keep going. One of the things in the hospital I promised myself to do when I got out was to finish Never Cross A Warlock. I had finished the first draft before all these things happened. I wanted to finish the process, send it to beta readers and then my editor. I wanted to see it through and finish the Beware of Warlock series.
When I got out of hospital, it took having a physical therapist visit me at home to help get my strength back. I finally was able to type after several weeks, and got back onto the road of finishing the book. I’m still not done with my health issues. In fact, more than likely, I have what is called a new normal. I may never be able to ride the 10 miles I used to my bike.
But today, I graduated from the home patient physical therapy to move to outpatient care in a clinic for cardio pulmonary rehab. I rode my bike around my condo complex three times. It took me 3 months to come this far. It wasn’t the 10 miles I used to do, but I could ride the bike. I’ll take that.
I can also still write. It feels good to reach this goal of finishing Never Cross A Warlock to move on to writing another follow-up series with Cassandra, Catherine’s best friend in Beware of Warlocks. It’s the biggest sense of accomplishment since starting this romance-writing journey. I woke up in the hospital feeling I had to come back to keep writing. I still have a hell of a lot more to do.
Never Cross A Warlock
Beware of Warlocks
Genre: paranormal romance
Publisher: Shadowcat Publishing
Date of Publication: March 25, 2015
Number of pages: approx. 45 pages
Word Count: 15,000
Cover Artist: Melody Simmons
Can two warlocks be too many?
Yes, if one happens to be your ex-husband trying to kill you for a witch divorce.
The other, a sexy Aussie that makes you forget all the rest.
That’s Catherine Bank’s warlock problem. She will have to choose between the two of them. Will she marry either, or end it all in a spell battle that will bring Las Vegas to its knees. Only time will tell.
No one knows the mind of a witch better than herself. Unless, she falls in love.
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Excerpt 2 From Chapter 3 of Never Cross A Warlock
I slid out of my bar chair faster than I’d ever made an exit. I had to regroup. Nothing like a quiet bathroom stall to clarify your thoughts.
I made it through the bathroom door and stumbled into an empty stall. Sitting on the toilet, a stream of tears burst forth. Once I started, I couldn’t stop. I let it happen. Nothing like a good purge to get some sense back into a girl. Was I really ready for a life with Jeff? I felt the soul binding telling me he was the one to stick it out through thick and thin. But then, I thought so with Rich, too. But he’d never done the soul-binding spell. Just the marriage spell, and then we went on a shopping spree, buying houses, cars, and anything else that he thought my money, and now his, could buy. I was so stupid. He was such a cock suck up.
I heard a knock on my stall door. “You okay in there?”
I snuffled, using some toilet paper to clean up the snot from my nose.
“Yeah. Men suck.” I wouldn’t say warlocks. This was a mixed club.
“I agree with you there, girl. Just let me know if you need something.”
I blew my nose a couple of times, wiping off any excess, then stood, straightened my dress, and flushed all the tissue down the toilet. There. My man tears were spent. Time to move on and try to make a decision. I opened the stall door and saw the attendant ready to hand me a towel.
I added a quick “Thank you” before dabbing at my streaked make-up. I was going to have to do some reapplying.
“Sometimes this is the best place to come and let it all out, dear,” added the attendant.
“I’m totally embarrassed,” I said as I tried to make something out of my raccoon eyes. I’d just gone old-fashioned tonight. No added spells instead of make-up. I liked going all natural, as I called it. I really didn’t need spell enhancing, and was proud of that. Not every witch could claim to have a spell-free appearance. I started going through my purse for items to reapply and make better the mess on my face. My brown hair kept flopping in front of my eyes. It was getting distracting.
“Don’t be. I get a lot of woman crying out their man problems in here.”
“Hear any good solutions?” I started to reapply some liner, giving up on the mascara. I figured just adding more base and rouge would make me presentable again.
“Yes. Most of the answers involve kicking the scoundrels out of their lives, or forgiving them. I’m guessing one of those options might fit yours.”
“It does in one case.” I laughed. Throwing Rich out of my life would seem fit, if I lived through his retaliation. “I think getting rid of him is the best option.” I smiled at the thought of it.
“Oh, girl, two men. That’s always a problem.” The attendant smiled, leaving me to my make-up repairs. Just then, a toilet flushed and the stall opened. In the mirror, I recognized the woman exiting. It was Cassandra.
I wasn’t sure how much she’d heard. She came up to the sink next to me, rinsing her hands. My lips pursed, and I tried to play it coy. I looked in the mirror to touch up my rouge, but I saw my cheeks were plenty red without it. Maybe she wouldn’t notice it was me.
“Cat?” Her voice actually sounded surprised.
About the Author:
Marilyn is a paranormal romance novelist. She enjoys the characters that just don't fit in. From witches to time traveling researchers, she is letting her imagination soar to share her experiences with her readers. Marilyn has traveled to Paris, London, Sydney, Amsterdam, Las Vegas and Munich. She loves to include these in her settings as much as possible. Best of all is letting her reader enjoy them through the perspective of a character. She currently lives in Northern California with her husband and cat. The cat, of course, is the center of attention.
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Marilyn-Vix/e/B00LZ1TTXM
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