Guest post by Marsha A. Moore
Aggie Anders is the 20-year-old heroine of Witch’s Cursed Cabin, the second book in my series of Coon Hollow Coven Tales. Besides that, she’s a great character for lots of reasons. Here are just a few:
Aggie’s a witch from the New Wish Coven in southern Indiana near the Ohio River. Witches there align their powers with specific elements of nature. Aggie is a sun witch and must recharge from that element.
Having lived her entire life in her parents’ home, Aggie’s more than ready to move out and learn to live on her own. Lucky for her, she has a distant cousin who lives in Coon Hollow Coven, a ways north in the hill-country near Bloomington, Indiana. She eagerly accepts his offer to live in his wife’s deserted, old homestead log cabin. Brave girl! Or desperate to get away from home!
Although Aggie’s a witch, magic in Coon Hollow Coven is nothing she expected. Unlike where she’s from, witches in the Hollow gain powers from their deceased family. Spirits remain active in the daily lives of the Hollow’s homes. Some spirits are friendly, while others are moody. Some are evil in the blackest way and have labeled Aggie as an outsider who needs to be run out of town because they fear her different sort of magic. Determined to remain and be away from home, she has a lot to learn and fast!
Although Aggie’s a capable sun witch and has a determined and strong personality, her experiences with love have been almost non-existent. Living in the tiny community of New Wish, there wasn’t much opportunity. She’d only gone with boys to teen gatherings organized by the coven or to parties held by her friends’ parents. Adults chaperoned those events. The only alone-time came on walks home that ended at her door with pecky kisses stolen so fast they usually missed her lips. Awkwardness camouflaged any passion. Now in her new home in Coon Hollow, Aggie’s met High Priest Logan Dennehy, who at twenty-six, is definitely a man and hot. But is she ready to let her desires surface?
Aggie gets homesick for her New Wish family. She brought something special from home to help feel closer to her missed loved ones —a small wooden memory box of treasures. At the bottom of the box is an oval piece of amber. It’s a gift from her dear Gran, who’d given the amber to Aggie on her tenth birthday to commemorate when she came into her elemental powers. A faint glow from a tiny lightning bug shines from inside the amber. It’s Aggie’s most cherished item in the box because Gran had passed last year. Gran breathed her own magic into the gift with the promise: although the firefly’s magic is trapped inside, Aggie’s fiery sun energy can pass through and be magnified. Aggie has yet to unlock the potential of this amazing gift and wherever it might lead her.
Find out what path Aggie is destined to follow as she begins her new adult life in The Witch’s Cursed Cabin of Coon Hollow Coven.
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Witch’s Cursed Cabin
Coon Hollow Coven Tales
Marsha A. Moore
Genre: Paranormal romance
Date of Publication: 4-27-16
Number of pages: 380
Word Count: 111,000
Cover Artist: Marsha A. Moore
Eager to be on her own away from home, twenty-year-old Aggie Anders accepts a relative’s invitation to live in Coon Hollow Coven. Although she’s a witch from a different coven, what locals say about the Hollow confuses her. How can witchcraft there live and breathe through souls of the dead?
Aggie’s new residence in this strange southern Indiana world is a deserted homestead cabin. The property’s carriage house serves as the coven’s haunted Halloween fundraiser. It’s a great opportunity for her to make new friends, especially with the coven’s sexy new High Priest Logan.
But living in the homestead also brings Aggie enemies. Outsiders aren’t welcome. A cantankerous, old neighbor tries to frighten her off by warning her that the homestead is cursed. Local witches who practice black magic attempt to use their evil to drive Aggie away and rid their coven of her unusual powers as a sun witch.
Determined to stay and fit in, Aggie discovers not only that the cabin is cursed, but she alone is destined to break the curse before moonrise on Samhain. If she fails, neither the living nor the dead will be safe.
About the Coon Hollow Coven Tales Series
The series is about a coven of witches in a fictitious southern Indiana community, south of Bloomington, the neck of the woods where I spent my favorite childhood years surrounded by the love of a big family. The books are rich with a warm Hoosier down-home feel. There are interesting interactions between coven members and locals from the nearby small town of Bentbone. If magic wasn’t enough of a difference between the two groups, the coven folk adhere to the 1930s lifestyle that existed when the coven formed.
Excerpt from Chapter One: The Homestead
A shove of my shoulder pried the rusty hinges on the heavy log cabin door loose. I flung my blond braid to my back and peered inside. Beings and critters, alive and furry as well as undead and translucent, flew, crawled, or slithered across dark recesses of the hallway, sitting room, and stairwell.
“You weren’t kidding. This place is haunted.” I shuddered and looked over my shoulder at Cerise. She looked perky as always with her dark bobbed hair and lively brown eyes beneath horn-rimmed eyeglasses. “Were those things relations or varmints?” I took a cautious step over the threshold to escape the blustery weather and unbuttoned my corduroy jacket.
“Oh, both, Aggie. Ghosts of witch kin and their talking animal familiars,” she said and moved past me to lift sheets off the sitting room furniture.
I raised a brow, curious about what talking familiars were but was too afraid to ask. She didn’t seem to think they were bad, and I needed a place to stay.
Cerise dropped the sheets in a pile and wiped her dusty hands on her skirt. “Those sorts of ghosts are in all the homes here in Coon Hollow Coven. Maybe some animal spirits, too, from the surrounding woods. This property has at least fifty acres of forest. The ghosts are harmless, part of the family. At least no neighbors have complained, that I’ve heard.”
Eyeing corners of the parlor and the length of the hall, I wondered if I could ever get used to living with ghosts of people who’d lived here before. In New Wish, Indiana, where I’d spent my entire twenty years, we only had an occasional ghost. Usually lost souls who, for some reason, hadn’t found their peace before death took them. Most times, those folks had been tormented by darkness and experimented with black magic while they’d lived. Or so Mom told me, but I always thought that was just her way of keeping me in line.
I pushed those thoughts out of my head. I wanted a place of my own more than anything else, and not in the tiny town of New Wish where everyone knew me…or thought they did. They all said I was the spitting image of my Aunt Faye, with the same light blond straight hair, deep blue eyes, dark brows, and quiet personality. Everyone thought I’d grow up to be like her with a houseful of kids, seven or more. Fact was, they didn’t know me. I wasn’t sure I even knew myself. There was so much I wanted to learn and do that wouldn’t happen if I stayed at my parents’ home.
Cerise struggled to open the stuck window. “Aggie, can you help me here? Some fresh air might tempt a few spirits outside. This place has been vacant since my mother passed in 2009. We might find just about anything in here after five years.”
About the Author:
Marsha A. Moore loves to write fantasy and paranormal romance. Much of her life feeds the creative flow she uses to weave highly imaginative tales.
The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing, as well as other pursuits of watercolor painting and drawing. She’s been a yoga enthusiast for over a decade and is a registered yoga teacher. Her practice helps weave the mystical into her writing. After a move from Toledo to Tampa in 2008, she’s happily transformed into a Floridian, in love with the outdoors where she’s always on the lookout for portals to other worlds. Marsha is crazy about cycling. She lives with her husband on a large saltwater lagoon, where taking her kayak out is a real treat. She never has enough days spent at the beach, usually scribbling away at stories with toes wiggling in the sand. Every day at the beach is magical!
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