KAREN: Sapphire Phelan is a multi-published author who conjures up tales that will keep the reader spellbound. Sit back and enjoy your favorite brew, while Sapphire shares the enchantment behind her world of witches, demons, familiars, and of course the magic of true love.
My new print book, THE WITCH AND THE FAMILIAR will be released April 24, 2012. It contains both of my erotic urban fantasy eBooks, Being Familiar With a Witch and A Familiar Tangle With Hell. The story behind both eBooks goes back to when I was with this one epublisher who in a few short months closed. There was one story they published I need to wait until rights were reverted back. But the thing about Being Familiar With a Witch was the publisher forgot to send me a contract for it. That meant the manuscript’s rights was still owned by me. So when I became one of Phaze Books’ authors, I decided to submit it to them. I went ahead and added more to the storyline, and pleased with what I wrote, sent it off and waited. Not long after, Phaze sent back an email, accepting it.
I fell hard and deep for this book. I loved my hero, Charun, the demon Familiar. I wanted him and Tina Epson, the mortal who must become a witch to fall in love and make love, otherwise when a demon army arose from Hell to start Armageddon, she would die. But Charun couldn’t just force her to let him make love to her, no, it had to be her choice. For though Tina fell for him, she still was a modern woman, with the want to make free choices, such as being normal. But circumstances of a war between Heaven and Hell made her realize, plus her love for Charun, that sometimes our choices change.
Later, when it won the 2010 Prism Award, presented by the Futuristic, Fantasy and Paranormal chapter of Romance Writers of America, it only vindicated to me what this book of my heart told me. That it deserved to be brought to life for readers to share my world.
Of course, that inspired me to write a bigger sequel to Charun’s and Tina’s tale. After all, they weren’t through as another prophesy arose that Lucifer himself would steal her to be his and impregnate her with his Antichrist child so the son could lead a new apocalyptic army.
I could have written an ordinary paranormal romance, but for me, it’s never a simple romance. I have written those kind of fiction, but Charun’s and Tina’s story were bigger than that. With penning novellas and novels, I wanted more than a paranormal being/alien meets human love story, I wanted it in the scope like we see in movies. And though it may be the apocalypse, some war between paranormal clans, or a mystery that needs to be solved, the love story is still the pivotal part of the story. It all comes back to the choices my heroes and heroines make. Like Charun and Tina in THE WITCH AND THE FAMILIAR, it comes back to the strongest choice of all: love. And isn’t that apocalyptic in nature?
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Mortal woman Tina discovers she is part of a prophesy that says she and Charun, her demon Familiar, must make love so she can become the witch she is fated to be. If she doesn’t do it and stop the demon army bringing Armageddon to the Mortal Realm on Halloween, she won’t stand a chance in Hell.
A year later, just when Tina and Charun thought it was all over and that their life would be normal—another prophesy pops up. If Lucifer snatches Tina and mates with her before the last chime before midnight of the new year and gets her pregnant with his son, that the real Armageddon would begin, spelling the end of life as they knew it. This time they get help from an archangel, Jacokb, but with demons, Lucifer, and a cute demon bunny with fangs out of a Monty Python nightmare, out to stop them and Heaven not lending a hand, will Tina this time lose the battle and become the mother of the Antichrist and the start of a new Hell on Earth?
Excerpt from The Witch and the Familiar (adult in nature as is the book, so only 18 and older can read):
A year later, Charun stood in front of the mirror on the wall and whispered a few words. The glass warped in and out, becoming something not unlike a television monitor. In it, he saw his witch working in the Cup of Tea and a Book bookstore, handing a bag of books over to a customer.
“She’s gorgeous,” he whispered.
He ached to reach his hand through the glass and finger the long, blonde strands of hair. He itched to stroke the skin of her face and see if it felt as soft as it looked. He took a few steps back, for if he didn’t he would jam his head through the glass and kiss her on the lips. His cock expanded, growing longer and harder than ever before. Lust tore through him like a ravenous animal ready to devour its prey.
The time had come.
About time, too.
Taking spirit form and not looking back, Charun rose from the bowels of Hell to the mortal realm. He touched ground just down the street from Cup of Tea and a Book bookstore and became a handsome, naked man. His staff waved before him like a proud, hissing snake, spitting even as precum beaded at the slit. He shook his head. No, it was too soon for him to assume the man form. He frowned, thinking.
He would become a cat. That would do—for now. Just not a horny tomcat, as the pain of his arousal washed over him. He dodged into a nearby alley and worked his organ, biting his lips when he came.
Withdrawing his hand from his flaccid penis and using the other to prop himself against the building, he spoke in demon, “Denoch er nomonaty.”
A strange feeling slammed into him and he cried out as he dropped to his knees on the pavement. Thrusting out a hand against the ground so he wouldn’t topple over, he began to metamorphose, growing smaller and smaller as he did. Black fur sprouted all over his body and head. His ears sharpened into points and shot up over his head, while his hands and feet became paws edged with sharp claws. Whiskers pinged out of his cheeks, and from his buttocks snaked a long tail. He hunched over and then fell over onto his ass. Within seconds, his metamorphose completed, he was a black cat. Resisting the peculiar urge to wash his face, Charun stretched and rose onto all four paws. He padded over to a puddle of rainwater to inspect the change.
He sat down and viewed his reflection. Not bad looking as far as cats went. Lifting a paw, he splashed his image. Then he trotted to the street and paused to sniff the air. He sneezed as the full force of odors hit him. A multitude of different things, from the smell of blasted sunshine to the grime of city life. The lack of moisture in the air revealed that it would not rain for days. The last time it had stormed was last week. He had arrived a day over.
He needed heavy rain to make his first appearance to his witch, as a reason for her to feel sorry for him and take him in. From what he remembered, she would not leave any animal drowning in a torrential downpour. But, from all the viewing he did of her growing up, he knew she wasn’t an impulsive person, either. She loved animals, but felt that she couldn’t afford one right now in her life. He might end up in an animal shelter. This kind of operation needed the right things in place.
Timing was important, too, even now. His witch’s survival was the true equation here. If she died before he made her a witch, he knew the fate for Earth if the demons took over. There was the matter of his lust for her, too. Relieving it wouldn’t be bad, either.
He cocked his head and twitched his ears. He was a demon with strong magic. Closing his eyes, he let his magic surround him with a shimmering golden light.
Lano’ste. Na la por lestano.
His fur stood on end, crackling. He widened his eyes as the magic burned within and outside with a violent heat close to atomic. It clenched his insides with an excruciating pain. He fell onto his side and barely noticed when it shot away from him, heading toward the blue skies. It dusted the few white clouds drifting along and they became obsidian and pregnant with rain. Still unsteady, he rolled onto his stomach and waited until the power quieted. Charun breathed in the rain’s odor and gave a Cheshire cat grin. He rose to his paws and padded off as the sound of thunder vibrated in the air.
Fuck the weather forecasters and their predictions. With magic, he’d just turned their Doppler radar upside down.
About Sapphire Phelan:
Sapphire Phelan is an author of erotic and sweet paranormal, fantasy, and science fiction romance, along with a couple of erotic horror stories. One of them Being Familiar With a Witch is a 2010 Prism winner. She also writes as Pamela K. Kinney, for horror, fantasy, science fiction, poetry, and nonfiction ghost books.
She lives in Virginia with her husband and two cats, Ripley and Bast.
She admits she can always be found at her desk and on her computer, writing. And yes, the house and husband sometimes suffers for it!
For more information, check out her website: http://www.SapphirePhelan.com .
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