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Welcome to The Wormhole.
It is my pleasure to feature Robyn Bachar and Poison in the Blood.
About the Author:
Robyn Bachar was born and raised in Berwyn,
Illinois, and loves all things related to Chicago, from the Cubs to the pizza.
It seemed only natural to combine it with her love of fantasy, and tell stories
of witches and vampires in the Chicagoland area. As a gamer, Robyn has spent
many hours rolling dice, playing rock-paper-scissors and slaying creatures in
MMPORGs.
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Poison in the Blood
Bad Witch:
The Emily Chronicles
Book 2
Robyn Bachar
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
E-book: June 18, 2013
Print: June 3, 2014
ISBN: E-book 978-1-61921-587-0
ISBN: Print 978-1-61921-916-8
ASIN:
Number of pages: 272
Word Count: 55,711
Cover Artist: Kanaxa
Book Description:
She is honey to his throat…but one sweet taste
could part them forever…
Banished from home while her husband adjusts to
life as an immortal,blood-drinking chronicler, Emily Black is homesick, heartsick and
struggling under the constant sensory barrage of a city drenched in ancient
magic. When an old friend asks for her aid in solving a string of murders, she
welcomes the distraction, despite the danger.
Justine Dubois is grateful for a seer’s help,
and more understanding than anyone of Emily’s plight. As a guardian, Justine
commands respect; as a woman, her magic is considered inferior. Together, they
are determined to prove their worth to London’s magicians, starting with
solving these murders—with maybe a bit of matchmaking on the side.
Long before he met his soul mate, Michael Black
made a commitment to join the Order of St. Jerome. He will live forever, forced
to watch the woman he loves age and die. As Emily hunts the murderer, Michael
struggles to protect her. But if he loses control of his hunger, the greatest
threat to her safety could be Michael himself.
Warning: Contains
tortured soul mates, scheming faeries, vampire debauchery, deadly parasols,
illicit blood-drinker
relations, and adorable plot moppets.
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Excerpt:
Normally
stepping into a garden would soothe me, but we were still within London, where
there was no comfort whatsoever. I looked up at the night sky and wished I were
with Michael.
“You have the soul
of an artist, Miss Rose. It is a rare gift.” Mr. Paris stroked my hand, and I
tugged it free of his arm. I folded both hands before me primly and smiled.
“Again, that is
very kind of you.”
“I consider myself
a patron of the arts.”
“So you attend
gatherings such as this often?” I asked.
“Of course. I am
always on the lookout for new talent.”
“I see. Did you
know Mrs. Harding?” I tried to examine his aura to determine his reaction, but
his magic continued to be so overwhelming that my eyes watered. Mr. Paris must
be unspeakably powerful, and I found myself both worried and intrigued. Perhaps
he was a sorcerer? One who specialized in darkness?
“I did. Poor girl.
What a terrible thing to have happened to her and her family… Tell me, are you
working on a second collection of your work?” he asked, quickly changing the
subject.
“I am, though I am
afraid the subject matter is quite a bit darker.”
Mr. Paris smiled a
predatory grin, and my pulse leapt with a thrill of fear. “I am not afraid of
the dark, Miss Rose. Are you?”
He stepped closer,
but I held my ground, studying him with a curious tilt to my head. “What are
you?” I asked.
He blinked,
startled. “I beg your pardon?”
“What sort of magic
do you practice?” I clarified.
“Oh. I am a
librarian, of course,” he replied, and I laughed, unable to help myself.
“What’s so funny?”
“You are most certainly
not a librarian. Do people truly believe that lie?”
The smile slid from
Mr. Paris’s face as his expression hardened. He stepped forward and tried to
grab my arm, but Miss Dubois was suddenly between us, a shining silver blur.
With a snarl he turned and ran, and the guardian chased him out of the garden
and into the street.
Uncertain of what
to do, I followed. I stood hesitant at the garden gate, wondering which way
they went. My vision shifted, and I followed Miss Dubois’s blazing footsteps. I
paused next to a blur traced over the high brick wall of another garden. It was
another magical doorway, rather like the one I had discovered near Mrs.
Harding’s body outside the Undiscovered Country. Foolishly I raised my hand to
touch it, despite knowing full well that doing so could trigger another vision,
but a hand emerged from the brick wall and grabbed my wrist.
Overwhelmed with
shock, I barely managed a strangled gasp as Mr. Paris stepped through the wall
and glared down at me. “Who are you?” he demanded.
“You first.” My
voice trembled, and Mr. Paris grinned. He tightened his grip and snapped
several small bones in my wrist, and I screamed.
“Who are you?” he
repeated.
Something bubbled
up within me, a bright plume of prophetic magic that became my answer. “I am
your end.” That time my voice did not tremble at all, but was filled with
terrible certainty. I would cause Mr. Paris’s death, and I knew it with as much
confidence as I knew the sun would rise in the morning.
Something in my
gaze must have worried him, because he snarled. Scowling, he grabbed my forearm
with both hands and twisted. The bone snapped like dry kindling, and I screamed
again. Before he could torment me further Miss Dubois arrived and bashed him
with a round silver shield. Mr. Paris vanished into thin air, and the guardian
stood near me. One arm bore the shield, while in her other hand she held a
sword. How cunning of her. I wanted a sword as well.
“Are you all
right?” she asked.
My knees wobbled
and began to buckle, but then two dark blurs streaked up to us, and I was
suddenly swept from my feet and cradled close in Michael’s arms.
“Darling! What
happened?” he asked.
“You caught me.” I
blinked—however had he moved that fast? Simon sighed and shook his head at his
student, and I sensed that Michael and I were both in for a scolding.
“Of course I did. I
will always catch you. Are you all right?”
My thoughts:
This was my first Robyn Bachar read. I loved the story. The characters are fantastic! Creative and interesting, I enjoyed the book very much. My only wish is that I would have read book one first.
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