Suddenly Sorceress, Plus A Giveaway

It’s a pleasure to be participating in author Erica Lucke Dean’s Red Adept Publishing Virtual Book Tour for her latest release, SUDDENLY SORCERESS.

What can I say, she’s a Georgia author….yeah!! As part of the tour I’m sharing my thoughts on this intriguing book, telling you a bit about the author and sharing an awesome giveaway. In addition, the author is sharing an excerpt from SUDDENLY SORCERESS to entice your reading taste buds even more.

SUDDENLY SORCERESS by Erica Lucke Dean

While this book can be listed as a paranormal romance, you don’t have to be a fan of that genre to enjoy this book, just a fan of good writing and a fun storyline.

Things seemed to be going pretty good for kindergarten teacher Ivie McKie, who’s engaged to Matthew Green, a chiropractor. But when Matthew leaves her to marry someone else and Ivie has an encounter with a horny goat, life turns upside down as she knows it.

Ivie confronts her cheating fiancé only to have him turn into a skunk – the really smelly kind that walks on four legs. Needing help, Ivie turns to her shopaholic friend Chloe and Jackson Blake, the sexy club magician. While she might like to leave Matthew as a skunk, she has to get him changed back quickly or be arrested for his murder. As they work to get Matthew changed, Ivie and Jackson also have to deal with their sexual desires that grow stronger and stronger. 

Dean has created a cast of zany characters that will have you laughing out loud one minute and reaching to turn the AC up the next as the steamy romance takes over. The characters are well-developed and likable. The secondary characters add to the story for a well-balanced read.
 
SUDDENLY SORCERESS moves at a steady pace and is filled with twists and turns. The setting draws you in and holds you spellbound until you reach the end.
Dean will have you believing in witches and all things magical. This is a good mix of laugh-out-loud humor, sensual romance and friendship. A fun and steamy read.

Suddenly Sorceress by Erica Lucke Dean, Red Adept Publishing, @2014, ISBN: 978-1940215211, Paperback, 260 Pages 

FTC Full Disclosure - This book was sent to me by the publisher in hopes I would review it. However, receiving the complimentary copy did not influence my review.

SUDDENLY SORCERESS is available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Apple, and Goodreads.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

After walking away from her career as a business banker to

pursue writing full-time, Erica Lucke Dean moved from the hustle and bustle of the big city to a small tourist town in the North Georgia Mountains, where she lives in a 90-year-old haunted farmhouse with her workaholic husband, her 180 pound lap dog, and at least one ghost.

When she’s not writing or tending to her collection of crazy chickens and diabolical ducks, she’s either reading bad fan fiction or singing karaoke in the local pub. Much like the main character in her first book, To Katie With Love, Erica is a magnet for disaster and has been known to trip on air while walking across flat surfaces.

How she’s managed to survive this long is one of life’s great mysteries.

For more on Erica, check out her author page at Red Adept Publishing.

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AN EXCERPT:

Here’s the excerpt from SUDDENLY SORCERESS to tempt your reading even more. Thanks for stopping by today. Have you ever wished that you could turn an ex into something, if so what? Come on now, you know you’ve thought about it even if it was just for a book idea.

Prologue

      “You’re too sexy, my ass!” I tried to tune out the Right Said Fred ringtone as I fished my fiancé’s cell phone from the pocket of his discarded Dockers. I glared at the flashing caller ID. “You just don’t give up, do you?”
      That was lucky number thirteen. Thirteen missed calls in the span of an hour. Thirteen calls he was unable to answer.
      Because of me.
      After pressing ignore one more time, I shoved the phone back into the pocket where it belonged, hoping it would muffle the sound somewhat. I didn’t know why I didn’t just turn off the damn thing. I’d endured his ridiculous ring tone more times than anyone should have to, obviously determined to punish myself. Between the maddening song and the horrible smell, I certainly felt punished. Even if it wasn’t nearly enough.
      Way down deep in my bones, I knew my life had been forever changed. Even if I could somehow fix things—put them back to normal—nothing would be the same again. Not ever.
      Swallowing against the crystal ball-sized lump in my throat, I dropped Matt’s pants where I’d found them, along with his shirt, his boxers, and his shoes, and I collapsed onto the rumpled blankets on the bed.
      That sort of thing didn’t happen in the real world. Only small children or crazy people believed in… no, I refused to even think the word, let alone say it. It’s impossible. But I’d seen it with my own eyes, and whatever it was, it definitely wasn’t normal.
      My scruffy housecat made another frantic orbit around my feet as the phone sounded again, the self-centered lyrics looping, making me cringe. Apparently, he’d also grown weary of the tune.
      If only I could say the choice of ring tone was ironic, a product of his wry sense of humor. But he didn’t have much of a sense of humor. Matthew Green was exactly that arrogant. Despite every despicable thing he’d done to me, every insult, lie, and betrayal that had led us there, I truly wished Matt could answer his stupid phone himself. Unfortunately, wishing didn’t seem to be on my side that morning.
      Stifling a groan, I pulled myself from the warmth of the bed to dig the phone out of Matt’s pocket again. Geez, persistent much? With a deep, cleansing breath, I mashed down the button to accept the call.
      “Matt! Where are you?” Matt’s receptionist, Ginger, snapped before I had a chance to say hello. “Friday’s your busiest day. Do you have any idea what time it is? You’ve already missed two appointments.”
      Even without caller ID, I would have recognized her breathy Betty Boop voice. She sounded as though she’d been sucking helium all morning. I didn’t know her well, but I suspected she was banging my fiancé.
      “We’ll be lucky if there’s enough time for a quickie before the next patient arrives,” she continued in a whisper.
      Yep… definitely banging him.
      “And another thing.” Her sweet baby voice morphed into a feral growl. “Candy’s been standing outside your office all morning. I thought you said you were done with her? I’m not kidding, Matt, if I find out you’re still screwing her, I’m going to cut off your balls.”
      Apparently, I was engaged to a pathological cheater. Of course, I hadn’t known that when I agreed to marry him. There were a lot of things I didn’t know about Matt. Then again, there was a lot I didn’t know about me.
      “Well? Aren’t you going to say anything?”
      “Uh… hi, Ginger.” I cleared my throat and resisted the urge to “say anything.” “This is Ivie. Matt can’t come to the phone. I… uh... don’t think he’s going to be able to… uh… make it into work today.” I managed to stammer through the basics without my voice cracking.
      “Oh, hi, Ivie.” Her voice changed again; she sounded as if she’d been sucking lemons. She didn’t even have the decency to be embarrassed. “What’s wrong with Matt? He hasn’t missed a day in… Actually, I don’t think he’s ever called in sick.”
      My eyes darted to the closed bathroom door, and I shuddered. “He’s really not feeling like himself today.” Understatement of the century.
      “Is he sick?”
      “Um… I definitely don’t think anyone wants what he has.” I tiptoed around the answer. I wasn’t good at coy, but I gave it my best shot.
      “Oh… Well, in that case, maybe it’s best if he stays home.” I could almost see her coiling a lock of her thick red hair around her finger as she spoke. “Just tell him I hope he feels better, and not to worry. I’ll reschedule his appointments for him. Do you think he’ll be well enough to come in Monday?”
      I tamped down a flicker of panic. “I really hope so.” But I seriously doubt it.
      After listening to Ginger rant for a minute about missed appointments and the difficult task of rescheduling, I ended the call, staring at the bathroom door as if I expected a silent command to open it. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine the door swinging wide and my fiancé sauntering out. I popped open one eye. The door hadn’t moved—not even a crack.
      For far too long, I’d avoided that room. With three tentative steps, I closed the distance between myself and the master bathroom, covering my mouth and nose with one hand as I cracked the door. I’d almost gotten used to the foul odor in the bedroom. It was bad but not unbearable. The stench in the bathroom was overwhelming. The fumes poured out, bringing tears to my eyes. The small space reeked worse than when I’d locked him in there last night. It smelled as if someone had cooked up a potion of burning tires and rotten eggs in a boiling vat of sour ammonia, and even that comparison wasn’t quite bad enough.
      Blinking back the sting of tears, I scanned the room. I didn’t see him anywhere, just a puddle that looked suspiciously like urine in one corner and in the other, a makeshift bed fashioned out of—were those my good bath towels?
      No Matt.
      A quick rush of adrenaline kick-started my heart. What’s happened to him now? This is bad. Very, very bad. As if things weren’t bad enough already. What sort of person was I? What I’d done was unspeakable, so horrible even I didn’t know what I’d done.
      Just as I was about to have a full-blown panic attack, he slinked out from behind the hamper. I should have been relieved he was still alive, but I wasn’t sure if his current state was much better. He stared up at me—his beady little black eyes blinking in the harsh fluorescent light—so much smaller than he used to be and covered in a thick pelt of black and white fur. My fiancé.
      The skunk.