Guest Author day with Beth Caudill

 

Sundered by Beth Caudill

Series name/#: Willows Haven #3 

Genre: Paranormal Romance 

Publisher: Moonlight Mountain Books

For years, reluctant earth witch Daphne Lowe has feared the strength of her powers. When she loses control, people are harmed. She already ruined Deputy Sheriff Stanford Morgan’s life once, when their relationship ignited his dormant magical powers and turned him into the legendary white stag. Getting involved with him again would just hurt him more. She has to ignore her feelings for him, and hope that someday he’ll stop loving her too.

Except the paranormal sanctuary of Willows Haven needs Daphne and Stanford together—she must anchor the town’s mythical willow trees, and he serves as guardian. Only then will the town’s supernatural residents be safe from the outside world. Trapped together by a snowstorm, Daphne and Stanford have a second chance at happiness if they can resolve their past issues.

When a dark witch invades the town, a final test of their commitment emerges. To succeed, they’ll have to truly trust in each other and embrace the power of their love.

Can a second chance at love survive vengeance from the past? 

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Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08Q4GW2ZT

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Excerpt Sneak Peek:

He cleared his throat. “Daph, Simmons called. Annabel wants to see you. Dress in layers; the snow is picking up. I’ll see you in five.”

Despite her rejection, he hadn’t been able to wander too far from her. He’d never been able to decide if it was the connection to the willow tree or just his heart’s desire for her. It didn’t matter—she was unforgettable.

More like unreplaceable.

He’d tried so many times. But Daphne was the one for him. Whether she wanted him or not.

Turning his car around at the dead-end street, he stopped at the edge of her front sidewalk and blasted the heat as she ran from the front door to the passenger side of the SUV. Who knew this petite, black-haired woman with a hint of Japanese ancestry would be his weakness?

“It’s really coming down.” She shook snowflakes from her shoulder-length hair. A few melted droplets added a hint of a wave.

He couldn’t help but be mesmerized by her. “Yeah, the weathermen missed the call on this system. Whatever sent the cold temperatures south is going to wreak havoc with Christmas travelers returning home.”

Most North Carolinians lacked the right equipment for driving on snow—snow tires, chains, or bags of sand. Rarely did the temperatures drop below freezing. During the day, precipitation melted, leaving black ice as the greatest threat for drivers.

He didn’t envy the on-duty patrolmen and emergency crews this week.

Silence lay heavy between them, despite the steady swish of the wipers. He drove them past the Main Street shops and onto the back roads leading around Gracelynne Lake. The twisty route and whiteout conditions required his full attention to get them safely to the cabin.

But he was aware of the runes she rubbed in her pockets. No way to know which ones she carried, but he hoped there was at least one positive one in the bunch. Otherwise, this was going to be a very depressing trip.

He stopped in front of a small, weathered log cabin. One that had been here for decades. The guardian being within tingled a warning. He touched her arm. “Will you wait for me to help you out?”

At her nod, some of his anxiety waned. He braced for the storm and entered the cold outside.

The wind whipped the large, fluffy flakes into a frenzied dance. He couldn’t see beyond ten feet in front of him. Instincts honed as a cop, and the magical spirit inside him, warned someone watched.

They were probably concealed in the trees on the land across the road. With the moon hidden behind clouds and the snow coming down, only an excellent sniper would be able to fire upon them in these conditions. Yet the awareness of them was enough to ratchet up his nerves. Who were they? Why were they here now?

Was this something witchy, tied to Annabel’s impending death, or something else? 

 

Author bio and links

 

Although Beth grew up in West Virginia, she currently resides in North Carolina with her husband, two sons and a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel who makes an excellent lap warmer. Blending the analytical and creative sides of her brain, she delights in creating fantasy worlds for others. She loves fairy tales, fantastical creatures, and stuffed animals.

 

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