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Book Spotlight: SUDDENLY SORCERESS by Erica Lucke Dean

Today I’m delighted to feature the latest release by my talented author pal, Erica Lucke Dean. Her book, Suddenly Sorceress, was published by Red Adept Publishing in December and has received tons of praise by reviewers. If you love your romance laced with humor and paranormal elements, this is one book you don’t want to miss. Check it out and pick up your copy today!

About Suddenly Sorceress

PMS can be a real witch.

Ivie McKie isn’t your run-of-the-mill kindergarten teacher. After an encounter with a horny goat, Ivie has a confrontation with her lying, cheating fiancé. She is shocked when the big jerk suddenly transforms into a skunk—the black and white furry variety.

Enlisting the help of her shopaholic friend Chloe and sexy club magician Jackson Blake, Ivie is forced to play a literal game of cat and mouse as she races against the clock to change her ex back before she’s arrested for his murder.

With every new spell, a fresh wave of sexual desire draws Jack further into Ivie’s troubles, along with her panties, the car, the kitchen, and assorted seedy bathrooms.

Ivie soon discovers what every witch worth her spell book knows: There’s nothing worse than a bad case of Post Magical Syndrome.

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Excerpt from Suddenly Sorceress

“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.

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About the Author

“I’m an author of fluffy romance and paranormal romance novels, with a twist. I blog about life in my haunted farmhouse and other ridiculous things. And I laugh at myself when I trip.” –Erica Lucke Dean

After walking away from her career as a business banker to pursue writing full-time, Erica 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 180lb lap dog, and at least one ghost.

When she’s not busy writing or tending to her collection of crazy chickens, diabolical ducks, and a quintet of piglets, hell bent on having her for dinner, 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.

How to Contact Erica

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Writer Wednesday: Erica Lucke Dean, Author of TO KATIE WITH LOVE

Happy release day to my friend and fellow author, Erica Lucke Dean! I don’t think I’ve ever met another author who was so excited about sharing her book with the world, and I’m thrilled to be a part of the celebration. We’re very fortunate that Erica agreed to an interview, because now that her new book, To Katie With Love, has hit the shelves, she’s sure to be the next bestseller! Be sure to read on for details about how you can pick up Erica’s new release and enter her giveaway. :)

First, let’s learn more about this amazing author:

Author Bio: After walking away from my career as a business banker to pursue writing full-time, I moved from the hustle and bustle of the big city to a small tourist town in the North Georgia Mountains where I live in a 90-year-old haunted farmhouse with my workaholic husband, my 180lb lap dog, and at least one ghost. Much like the main character in my newest book, To Katie With Love, I’m a magnet for disaster, and have been known to trip on air while walking across flat surfaces. How I’ve managed to survive this long is one of life’s great mysteries.

Now tell us something about you that your bio doesn’t include. Feel free to make us laugh!

When I’m not busy writing or tending to my collection of crazy chickens, diabolical ducks, and a quintet of piglets, hell bent on having me for dinner, I’m either reading bad fan fiction or singing karaoke in the local pub.

Tell us about some of the unique elements in To Katie with Love. What inspired you to write it?

As I mentioned, I’m a huge fan of karaoke (I try to go at least once a week) and I actually wrote chapter one of the book while sitting in a smoky bar waiting for my turn to go sing. Other than my husband, sitting across from me, I was amazed to discover there wasn’t a single good looking guy in the place, and it made me realize how lucky I was to be out of the dating game. From that realization, Katie James was born.

Who is (or has been) your favorite character to write and why?

I feel very connected to Katie, and I’m madly in love with Cooper, but I had the most fun writing Silvia and Vicky. Mostly because they’re both devious in different ways. They kept me laughing the whole time.

What is something you think people should know about To Katie with Love before they start reading?

To Katie With Love is a fun romp with a zany cast of characters and a healthy dose of fluffy romance. But there are twists along the way, and I think the best advice I can give is to just have fun.

When you have time to read, who are some of the authors whose books you have to have on-hand?

My personal stash of books is varied. I’ve been known to read Jill Shalvis, Stephen King, Stephanie Meyer, James Patterson, Dakota Cassidy, Michelle Rowen, and some chick named Raine Thomas.

Aww…I’m honored to be among such great company! Tell us about a book that resonated with you (either recently or prior to your writing career).

Stephen King’s 11/22/63 blew me away.  I literally read the whole book in one sitting. I had to nap while my Nook charged, but other than that, I read it from beginning to end without stopping. Almost 900 pages at once is a crazy ride. But they don’t call him the master for nothing.

What are you reading right now?

You mean when I’m not reading bad Twilight fan fiction? (Hey, don’t judge…I read the shampoo bottle too.) I actually just finished a beta read of Canvas Bound, book one of Laura M. Kolar’s Captive Art series. That book is going to rock when it’s released in the fall.

What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received regarding your writing/books?

I’ve been told I “nailed the voice” and I write awesome dialogue. And that I’m funny.  I have friends who call me when they’re down in the dumps, solely for my entertainment value. I guess there are worse qualities to have, right?

I couldn’t agree more! Okay…quick response time. What is your fave:

Food? My current food obsession is a buffalo chicken wrap at the Whistle Stop in Blue Ridge. I get it every Tuesday when I go to sing karaoke.

Guilty pleasure? This is where the Twilight fan fiction comes back into play. It is most definitely my guilty pleasure.

TV show? The only TV show I really pay attention to these days is The Vampire Diaries. And in an awesome twist of fate, my daughter will be appearing in an upcoming episode as an extra. But I don’t have any good scoop. She’s been sworn to secrecy as to what happens in that episode.

Beverage? Since I’ve given up Diet Coke, my beverage of choice has become root beer. IBC if at all possible, but I know I need to kick the root beer habit too, and stick to water. It’s a hard habit to break.

Place to be? My favorite place to be is honestly at home in my pajamas. And that’s just sad. Haha…I’m really a homebody. But if I had to pick a second place it would on stage, belting out Stevie Nicks on a karaoke stage.

Is there anything you’d like to say to your readers?

I would just like to thank my readers. Being a writer can be a very solitary existence, and without readers, we’re really just writing for ourselves. The people who follow my blog are some of the most devoted fans/friends/family I could ever ask for, and I can only hope I’m as lucky with the readers of my books. I owe every success to the readers. So thank you!

Where can we stalk find you?

My website : www.ericaluckedean.com, Twitter : www.twitter.com/ericaluckedean, Facebook : www.facebook.com/ericaluckedean, Goodreads : www.goodreads.com/ericaluckedean

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Now that we’ve learned a little more about Erica, check out the blurb for her fantastic new book, To Katie With Love, just released by Red Adept Publishing!

Banker Katie James has a serious thing for romance novels. She’d almost rather settle for a fictional boyfriend than risk her heart on a flesh-and-blood man. Besides, the only real guy she’s remotely interested in is her rich, unattainable client, the mysterious Cooper Maxwell.

Looking less like the ultra-conservative man she knows and more like a drop-dead sexy character from one of her books, Cooper crashes Katie’s 29th birthday party. But one too many drinks lands Katie in uncharted territory… Cooper’s bedroom!

Drunk on love, Katie dives headfirst into the relationship only to discover that Cooper is keeping secrets… dangerous ones. As if things couldn’t get worse, her meddling mother makes a surprise visit, digging up a whole new set of problems.

Who would have guessed having an assassin for a boyfriend would be the least of her worries?

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