I’m a lucky girl to have Siobhan Muir back today. She’s brought her latest release. I can’t wait for you to see the cover, so pretty. First, she’s talking about something sweet and later she has a treat. Have fun. 😀
Thank you for having me back on your blog, SJ. 🙂
That sounds like a badly written commercial for a tasty cereal, doesn’t it? Actually, mugs and honey are two staples I have on my desk to make the writing go smoothly. The mugs often have coffee or tea in them, and the honey…Well, the honey is to make everything sweeter.
I like honey for a lot of reasons – it always made peanut butter taste better, and it also provides a delicious way of building up an immunity to local plant life that loves to plague people with allergies. And it’s better than sugar to sweeten tea. Did you know honey can soothe bee stings? It has also been used to treat wounds when antibiotics weren’t in use, and it has helped mitigate factors associated with heart disease risk.
Sounds awesome, doesn’t it?
In my latest release, The Beltane Witch, the heroine Sabrina Foxglove prefers tea over coffee and she drinks it with honey. She’s into homeopathic healing and really wants to start her own herbal remedy shop for just these sorts of reasons.
Here’s the blurb:
After almost two decades as a practicing witch in Cloudburst, Colorado, Sabrina Foxglove is done with men, magic, and the fertility rituals of High Beltane. She’s dealt with all three before and ended up with a young daughter and no partner. Twice. She’s looking forward to a magic-free May Day, with nothing more exciting than making brownies for a kindergarten class and decorating a May Pole. She definitely doesn’t have time for a handsome, Fae-touched man.
After almost two centuries as the human chamberlain to the Fae’s Summer Court, Darius Winterbourne is a man accustomed to getting his way. So when the Summer Queen tasks him with finding a witch to perform the annual rituals and strengthen the ancient warding magicks, he figures it should be easy. He doesn’t expect Sabrina’s hardheaded refusal, her untrained abilities, or his attraction to her. With less than a week to Beltane, he must gain Sabrina’s trust before he loses his home, his position…and his heart.
I’m giving away one PDF copy of The Beltane Witch to a lucky commenter who answers the following questions:
Do you use any homeopathic remedies around your home? What do you use?
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Thanks for stopping by and happy reading. 🙂
Darius dismissed it with a wave. “No matter. It’s in the past. Today has been a good day. Thank you for including me.”
Sabrina chuckled. “Well, I couldn’t exactly exclude you when I didn’t feel very well this morning. And there’s no way I could’ve chopped the wood with my head pounding.”
“Speaking of which, how are you feeling now?”
“I’m fine. I think the swelling’s gone down, too.”
“Let me see.”
He rose and stepped behind her, his hands sliding over her scalp as he searched for the lump. She hissed when he hit a tender spot and he murmured an apology, tucking her hair behind her ears. She allowed herself to enjoy the tender gesture.
“It is much reduced,” he agreed, but remained behind her with his warm hands on her shoulders. “I’m relieved you’re all right.”
“Me, too.” Sabrina closed her eyes as his fingers caressed her shoulder muscles. “Ooohhhh, that feels great.”
“Why are your shoulders so stiff, Sabrina?”
“Maybe it’s because I’m a single mom in a dead-end job trying to make ends meet and periodically accosted by determined men with conflicting beliefs.” She shrugged. “Just a theory, of course.”
His seductive chuckle rumbled behind her. “Oh, is that all?”
His understanding of her sarcasm startled a laugh out of her. “Yes, that’s all.”
Darius gave her one last rub then trailed his fingers over her neck and shoulder as he moved to the counter to grab the teapot. Sabrina suppressed a shiver of pleasure and tried to concentrate on the heat of her mug rather than his hands. Your focus needs focus.
“And if you could do anything, Sabrina, what would you do in your dead-end job’s stead?” He returned to the table and refilled his mug before sitting down.
“I don’t know.”
“What?” He raised his eyebrows. “Surely you have dreams and aspirations.”
“You mean in a perfect world where dreams come true and happily-ever-after exists?” Sabrina laughed derisively. “There’s no such place.”
“Come now, don’t allow bleak reality to steal your hopes.” Darius grasped one hand and stroked the back of it with his thumb. “If you could do anything, what it would be?”
Sabrina sighed and closed her eyes, trying to remember a time when she believed in dreams. Long before Tommy Two-Faces and Merrilee Fuckstwice.
“I’ve always wanted to have an herb garden where I grow my own herbs and brew my own oils, creams, and poultices.” She pictured the whole set up in her mind. “I’d set up a shop where I could offer Cloudburst some homeopathic remedies for health and beauty using home-grown ingredients.” She bit her lip and opened her eyes. “I know it sounds hokey, but I’ve always wanted to do it on a larger scale than just for my kids.”
Darius grunted with thoughtful appreciation.
“Where would you choose to have this shop? In town?” He sipped his tea, hiding his expression.
“No, there isn’t any space for rent and I couldn’t afford it anyway.”
“Do you have another place in mind?”
She wished she could judge his thoughts, but he gave nothing away and she hoped he wouldn’t laugh at her outright. Sabrina rubbed the handle of her mug.
“There’s this old abandoned gold mine on Oro Creek two miles up our road from here. It’s got an old mill with a working waterwheel right on the creek.” She squirmed in her chair and refused to meet his too discerning eyes. “The bones of the structure are still sound and clearing there has great energy. My girls and I go up there every summer to pick wildflowers and herbs.”
“What’s stopping you from doing this?”
Sabrina snorted. “You mean other than not having the money to renovate, much less purchase the property?”
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Siobhan Muir lives in Las Vegas, Nevada, with her husband, two daughters, and a vegetarian cat she swears is a shape-shifter, though he’s never shifted when she can see him. When not writing, she can be found looking down a microscope at fossil fox teeth, pursuing her other love, paleontology. An avid reader of science fiction/fantasy, her husband gave her a paranormal romance for Christmas one year, and she was hooked for good.
In previous lives, Siobhan has been an actor at the Colorado Renaissance Festival, a field geologist in the Aleutian Islands, and restored inter-planetary imagery at the USGS. She’s hiked to the top of Mount St. Helens and to the bottom of Meteor Crater.
Siobhan writes kick-ass adventure with hot sex for men and women to enjoy. She believes in happily ever after, redemption, and communication, all of which you will find in her paranormal romance stories.