Suddenly Sorceress
Erica Lucke Dean
Red Adept Publishing
Blurb:
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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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 lb 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.
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Interview:
1. (MRB) Your books are always so hilarious! Where do you find the inspiration to be so funny at any given moment?
(ELD) I was always the quiet shy type when I was a kid. Until you got me around the people I knew really well. Then I opened up and acted like a total dork. I think maybe it’s a little of that leftover insecurity peeking out. Then again, maybe it’s survival instinct. It’s hard to attack when you have liquid coming out of your nose from laughing so hard, you know? And I swear my husband only keeps me around for my entertainment value.
2. (MRB) I know you have some quirky animals around your house. Do you ever find a little bit of your animals in your characters?
(ELD) Hubby won’t let me have a skunk. I tried to convince him it was strictly for research, but he said there’s this little thing called the “internet” and I could find out whatever I needed from here. Otherwise, yes. I definitely use the animals for inspiration. I have a story in the plotting stages that will be set on a haunted farm (just like home) and most of my animals will make an appearance.
3. (MRB) Can you tell me a little bit about your writing process? Do you change as a person? Maybe find yourself hiding out with your computer more, being more irritable, needy, emotional, etc?
(ELD) My writing process involves red flannel moose pajama pants, a well-loved Eddie Bauer sweatshirt, IBC root beer (straight from the bottle…hard core, I know) and some sort of chocolate. I like to write in the middle of the living room with my dogs at my feet and my husband across the room on his laptop. I don’t mind noise around me as long as no one attempts to engage me in conversation. Oh, and FB is turned off. LOL
4. (MRB) What can we expect from you next? We already have two hilarious books with Suddenly Sorceress and To Katie with Love; do you plan on sticking with comedy or trying something different with your next book?
(ELD) My next book is actually a contemporary women’s fiction collaboration with my friend/critique partner, Laura M. Kolar. It has elements of angst, romance, humor, and hope all rolled into one book. I hope people embrace it. Then I’m working on the sequel to Sorceress. That should be pretty funny.
5. (MRB) What book can you just not put down? Any favourites?
(ELD) I have pretty eclectic tastes when it comes to literature. I loved Water For Elephants. I literally couldn’t put it down. But I also loved Fifty Shades of Grey, for completely different reasons. It’s the story, the characters, the mood I’m in on that particular day. I don’t even know how to explain it. I’m just a fickle girl.
6. (MRB) Obviously, I love Helena as a character. << For no reason other than my own vain curiosity, do you have any future plans with this character?
(ELD) Oh, Helena definitely comes back in the sequel. And the third book too, if I make it that far. I’d like to think I’ll make it that far. ;) After all, I made it here. And who would have ever guessed that?
My Rating: 5/5 Freakin' Amazing Stars
My Review:
I have to admit, this was definitely my most waited for book throughout 2013. I'm sure it didn't help that the lovely author kept sending me teasers for it, but no matter how frustrated I got when I read the teasers, I waited (mostly) patient to receive the book for review. Finally the day came, and what a glorious day that was. It was like a Christmas present! I'm definitely glad I didn't have to wait as long as everyone else! =P
I was hooked immediately from the prologue (which will be posted below in this post). I ate this book up like holiday leftovers. I'm pretty sure my husband was fairly annoyed by my behavior for the day that I spend stuck in this book. I'm a fast reader, but I was even annoyed by myself. I wanted to know everything NOW! I felt like I was reading too slow, but at the same time, I knew if I read any faster, I'd probably miss out on something important. I've never actually got annoyed at myself for reading "slow" before this book.
As far as the story goes, this book is absolutely hilarious, which I wouldn't expect anything less from this author. She has a knack for turning ordinary (or in this case magical) situations into something much more, something that would cause you to spray your computer screen with whatever you're eating/drinking. I'm actually pretty happy that my tablet is fairly ramen resistant.
The characters are fantastic and quirky! I absolutely loved them all, although, I must admit that I was a tad partial to Helena... >.> I have to say, I fangirled pretty hard seeing my name in a book. When you're named something like Helena, you rarely see your name in any publication, so just seeing the first name is enough to make me squeal, but FULL NAME? Yeah, I may have strut around my house like I was the Queen of England... Probably why my husband was a bit upset with me for that day. =P
I think the only thing about this book that I didn't love is the fact that my favourite part, I can't tell you! I hate spoiler reviews, and ugh, let's just say the information given at the end is absolutely lovely, and it totally made my day.
Although I was miserable waiting for this book, It was definitely worth it. I recommend this book to anyone and everyone that loves a hilarious romance. Also to anyone that secretly wishes that they could turn their ex into a smelly animal.... Which I know I do!
Excerpt:
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.
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Publication Date: February 16, 2014
