Rebecca’s Quest by Blair Drake

Rebecca’s Quest
Finding Magic
Book Eight
Blair Drake
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Magic Quest Books
Number of pages: 193
Word Count: 67,550
Cover Artist: Jennifer Zemanek/Seedlings LLC
Tagline: What would you do to find your magic?
Book Description:

Rebecca is in a nightmare. Can magic save her and those she loves?

10 quests. If one fails, all fail. And one will never return. … Now it’s Rebecca’s turn.

On the eve of Rebecca Martin’s eighteenth birthday, fate throws her into a mysterious and thrilling adventure. Bounced around like a pinball in a machine, where time is fluid and death does not exist, Rebecca must survive to discover her magical destiny to save her entire family and the boy she loves.

Transforming himself
into Simon the cat so that he could manipulate Rebecca often exhausted his
patience. Through icy blue eyes, from his position on the cold stone floor,
James Simon Russell watched his granddaughter hurry down the corridor toward
Professor Kell’s classroom until she was safely inside and on time. She would
have been late had he not intervened.
Keeping her on the right path these past four
years had been more difficult than he’d expected. So many ways a young girl
could go wrong when she was away from home, as he well knew. He’d had very
little sleep last night, curled up in the corner by the door just outside her
room, ensuring she did not escape for any reason.
For his granddaughter, and only for her, Gray
Cliffs Academy resembled a nineteenth century boarding school more than a
twenty-first century one.
Using his magic, he had cloaked this world. Her
experience at Gray Cliffs was different from the other students from the very
first day. Nothing incongruent that actually happened here caused Rebecca to
question her own experiences. She believed her Gray Cliffs experience was the
same as all the others.
He’d also totally isolated her with no
connection to the outside world at all. She wasn’t here to mess around online
with her friends or call to chat or watch hours of television or anything else.
None of that nonsense. None at all.
The purpose of Gray Cliffs was similar to all
boarding schools everywhere: to prepare the students for adult life. With one
important difference. Not all of the students were aware that Mortal and Magic
coexisted here, as they did everywhere in the world.
Mortals were, of course, were unaware of Magic
at Gray Cliffs, but the opposite was not true. Magic always knew Mortal well,
and Magic students were forbidden from exposing mere mortals to any Magic
activities. Penalties for violating the Laws of Magic were severe, and the
Counsel of Elders rarely needed to invoke them.
Magic students entered Gray Cliffs unaware of
their Magic orientation. Most students learned their true natures during their
four years at the school. A few were particularly stubborn though, and refused
to see themselves as they were. Those students would not graduate from Gray
Cliffs’ Magic stream. They were condemned to a Mortal life.
Russell was desperate to avoid that fate for his
granddaughter. Magic was strong within her. He would not allow her to throw her
destiny away.
He’d conjured a daunting environment only
Rebecca experienced. He’d placed the school on an isolated mountain peak
surrounded by deep ravines, instead of the lovely island where Gray Cliffs was
actually located. Using such Magic, he’d kept his granddaughter a virtual
prisoner, under his constant surveillance since she’d arrived at Gray Cliffs.
It hadn’t been easy.
Early on, she seemed to be making friends and
fitting in too well. He’d handled the problem swiftly and permanently. At this
point, she was miserable and afraid of her own shadow, desperate to escape.
Which was exactly what he wanted.
She needed no distractions. She hadn’t been
brought there to make friends. She was there to learn what she needed to know
and then to leave. Nothing more and nothing less. She went nowhere and did
nothing unless he allowed it.
He had made mistakes with Rebecca’s mother and
her aunt all those years ago. He knew that now. He’d relied on Headmaster
Auster. Auster had failed. He wouldn’t be allowed another chance to screw up
with another member of his family.
Russell could not lose this time. There was too
much at stake. If Rebecca chose Magic, Russell’s family could be saved. If she
chose Mortal, everyone he loved would be doomed for all eternity.
He was satisfied that Rebecca’s last days at
Gray Cliffs were unfolding according to the rules the elders had established
before she was born.
He shook his head. His lip curled. Rebecca
should have discovered her Magic long before now, of course. She should have
realized and embraced her Magic powers before the rooftop. She was born with
Magic DNA, like all of his family. As her life had developed, no matter how
many Magic opportunities and experiences she’d encountered, she’d never allowed
herself to make the leap away from the mortal reality her parents had instilled
in her. Russell blamed Olivia and Jake Martin for the entire catastrophe. The
blame was well placed.
He glanced around to be sure none of the students
were watching him before he transported to the roof for one last check on
conditions before her final test began. Once there, he transformed to a normal
man. He needed to stretch.
Russell ran through his plans for Rebecca’s test
once more. She would face a series of bewildering challenges: Situations and
events that defied logic or reason would be presented to her in fluid time
without warning or explanation. Each challenge was based on her prior
experiences remixed by the magic he used to change them.
Rebecca would feel like a ball in a pin-ball
machine, bouncing from one strange experience to the next, until she recognized
the origin of a particular memory.
She must understand the memory, recognize the
Magic applied to it, adapt to the situation, and survive each challenge in
succession. Or she could simply complete the test successfully at any time by
applying her own vast Magic powers.
If she learned to control her Magic, she could
use it to return to Gray Cliffs, safer and wiser. If she didn’t pass the
Russell shook off that possibility. Failure was not an option. If she
failed, she’d be as good as dead.
She simply had to graduate and turn eighteen,
whether she knew it or not.
Then and only then, would Rebecca be allowed to
make the choice upon which her family’s survival depended. Would she choose
to live as Magic or Mortal?
She could not be both.
One day, Rebecca could take the seat that had
rightfully belonged to her mother on the Council of Elders. His daughter,
Olivia had thrown their family’s future away. His granddaughter, Rebecca had
the power to redeem them all.
Elders had decreed the terms of Rebecca’s quest,
and Russell had given his word. The First Law of Magic still had to be honored:
Rebecca must exercise her own free will to make her choice.
Satisfied that preparations were in order,
Russell became Simon the cat once again. He transported back to wait patiently
in the corridor near Professor Kell’s classroom. When the class ended, Rebecca
would answer the headmaster’s summons.
When she entered Auster’s office, she’d begin
the most important test of her life.
She was as prepared as she would ever be for the

All Russell could do now was trust the Laws of

About the Author:

Blair Drake believes in magic, especially the magic of stories with fantasy, adventures, romance, action, and surprises. She has loved writing and living in the stories of the Finding Magic series and is so excited to share the quests of the Gray Cliffs Academy students with her readers.

When she’s not writing about magic, she’s reading about it. Her influences are Cassandra Claire, Neil Gaiman, Rick Riordan, Garth Nix, and many more.

In the mortal plane, following the lure of magic has drawn Blair into strange and wonderful adventures from Australia to New York City, with many stops in between. She currently lives near Denver. Her very favorite spot is a red loveseat in her office, frequently shared with two cats, an outnumbered Dalmation, and occasionally her bewitched husband.

She might have gone to a school similar to Gray Cliffs Academy and would love to go through a magic portal. In the meantime, she’s creating her own in more books of magic.

Living The Dream by Larynn Ford

Living The Dream

The Dream Trilogy

Book 3

Larynn Ford


Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Soulmate Publishing

Date of Publication: March 28, 2018

ASIN: B07BH33N72

Number of pages: 194

Word Count: 54k

Cover Artist: Rae Monet

Tagline: Forever’s Not Just A Dream

Book Description:

Lynzi Lancaster Brady is, at long last, living her happily-ever-after with the man of her dreams. Their honeymoon bliss is interrupted when an innocent family visit drops her in the middle of the deadly situation they’ve been dodging for so long.

The troublemaking relative with a vendetta against the family forces them into a final showdown with a disastrous ending that threatens to take the elder of their family from them forever. Will an ancient sorcerer to able to bring her back from death’s door?

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Allvis grunted his disgust bringing an abrupt end to my vain attempts to gain my freedom when he pressed the blade in his other hand to my neck with a firm pressure. I sucked in a sharp quick breath and held it. One wrong move on my part was certain to send the sharp edge slicing deep into my throat. I’d be a goner for sure.

I gritted my teeth tighter. Hands clamped around his wrist, I dug my nails in deep, ripping at his skin to ease the blade away, and relieve the pressure. He put an abrupt end to my efforts by looping my hair around his fist again and jerking me at least another inch higher. The movement caused the blade to nick my skin. I dangled like a puppet from a string in his grip.

“Lynzi!” I read my name on Layne’s lips, horror and desperation carved into his face as he screamed for me, pounded the air, and begged Aunt Pet to work faster. Allvis grunted his disgust bringing an abrupt end to my vain attempts to gain my freedom when he pressed the blade in his other hand to my neck with a firm pressure. I sucked in a sharp quick breath and held it. One wrong move on my part was certain to send the sharp edge slicing deep into my throat. I’d be a goner for sure.

Allvis howled again. “Hey, boy! Where do you want me to leave her head when I separate it from her weak little human body?”

About the Author

Larynn Ford is intrigued by the paranormal. She’s a day dreamer and a romantic. She loves to let her mind wander always searching for a happy ending to her dreams.

At home in East Central Alabama, she worked as a cook and cashier before becoming a wife and mother. Earned a degree in Elementary Education, taught school, and worked in customer service. All the while her day dreams stacked up in the archives of her mind.

She put some of those ideas on paper in 2009 and she’s going to keep on dreaming and searching for those happy endings.



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The Wolf King’s Bride by C.A. Worley

The Wolf King’s Bride
Fate of Imperium
Book One
C.A. Worley
Genre: Fantasy Romance
Publisher: C.A. Worley
Date of Publication: 9/10/2018
ISBN: 9780463151723
Word Count: 73,000
Cover Artist: OliviaProDesign on Fiverr
Tagline: “No, that was never her fate. Her future was always in the North.”
Book Description:
When Kellan, Wolf King of the North, meets his fated mate, she is only a child. He immediately brokers a betrothal and, on the day after her 20th birthday, whisks her away to his castle in the Northland. Kellan is elated, believing he has everything he has ever wanted. His new wife, Nora, doesn’t quite share the same sentiment.
Before Kellan has time to court her, Nora is attacked. An ancient brotherhood refuses to allow an heir of one kingdom onto the throne of another. All four factions in the land of Imperium appear to be involved in a surreptitious struggle for power … while Nora hides a few secrets of her own.
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Nora ran for the
door and Kellan caught her by the waist. “I don’t think so, love.”
She clawed and
scratched at him, using her combat training to try and get free. Her father was
in danger. He needed help.
Kellan was
bemused by his wife’s strength. She managed to score her fingernails across the
side of his face. She drew blood and Kellan was half-proud of her.
In his stupor
over witnessing her abilities, he must have hesitated, because she landed a
hard knee to his kidney. Kellan grunted, but did not let go. He was the
strongest wolf in the pack. His little mate was no match for him.
He carried her
to the bed and held her down with one hand. He reached for his belt on the
floor and his kidney suffered another blow.
Despite his
efforts to avoid it, his cock hardened. He made note to revisit this in the
future. Battling with her in bed was something he wanted to explore.
A punch to his
mouth was enough to dampen his lust. He growled, seizing her wrists and
slamming them above her head.
Holding them
with his left hand, he looped the belt around them with his right. Nora was
bucking like a madwoman, so he flung one leg over to straddle her ribs as he
tightened the restraints.
It took longer
than it should have. Nora was a skilled fighter. Yet another secret withheld
from him.
“There,” he
proclaimed once she was secured to the bed. Her feet were still loose, but he
didn’t think she could get her arms free.
“Please, don’t
do this, Kellan. My father … please!”
“Nora, calm
yourself. I will find him. Did you think I would ignore the vision? I may be
furious with him, but I’ll not ignore my father-in-law’s need for help. Trust
me to do what is necessary.”
“But I can track
him. The earth, it will tell me where he is.”
“As will my
nose. Do not worry. I will handle it.”
“Don’t you dare
leave me like this, Kellan.”
He ignored Nora
as he started to dress, then thought better of it. He would leave the castle in
wolf form, so he could track Edward.
“I will return
as soon as I can.”
Kellan bent to
kiss Nora. Instead of allowing it, she tried to hit his forehead with her own.
“Woman, will you
calm down?” Kellan did not want to get his nose broken.
“How could you?
Are you trying to ensure you’ve earned my abhorrence? Because I can assure you
it’s working,” she seethed.
Kellan recoiled
at the vehemence in her words. “No. Do not say that.”
“How could I
not? You do not listen to me. You have no regard for me. You think of me as a
witch. Do not pretend that you’re not disappointed I’m not a she-wolf. I bet if
I was wolf you would let me go to my father. Instead, you’ve tied me to your
bed like a damned animal.”
“You are tied to
our bed, so I can ensure your safety, Nora. I will be gone from the castle and
you refuse to stay put. I cannot concentrate on whatever your father is facing
if I am worried about you. You are my mate. Nothing is more important to me
than you. Do you hear me? Nothing. I care not that you are an elemental. I
shouldn’t have called you a witch. I am sorrier than you could possibly know.
My anger got the best of me. It won’t happen again. Just as you will not lie to
me again. Mates do not lie to one another. Ever. I am hurt that you could do it
so easily. But we’ll discuss it later. I have to go.”
Kellan had his
hand on the door handle when Nora landed her final blow.
“I may be your
mate, but you are not mine. I am Gwydion. We don’t have mates.”
He bowed his
head as his heart filled with more sorrow than he had ever known. He took a
calming breath, wanting to ward off the reaction he was having to Nora’s harsh
words, but the grief inside him was too big to hide.
Kellan turned
his head towards his wife, eyes wet from the enormity of his heartache.
Nora was shocked
to see tears forming in Kellan’s eyes. One spilled and mixed with the blood
from the scratches on his face. The ones Nora had put there only a moment
“I may not have
your heart, Nora. But you have mine. You can wound it easily. Yet, I give it to
you, freely, with no expectation of anything in return. I’ll endure your hatred
to ensure your safety. For this, I’ll not apologize.”



With that,
Kellan exited the bed chamber, leaving behind the only thing he had ever truly
held onto—hope that his mate loved him.

Supernatural Central Interview

C.A. Worley

  1. Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.

Nora is the female main character in The Wolf King’s Bride. She’s the youngest daughter of King Edward of Gwydion. Her people are elementals, sometimes called witches, though they find that offensive. She’s the only Gwydion unable to wield her magic. Her mother died while birthing Nora, and the extreme circumstances damaged Nora’s soul. Instead of compelling magic from within, she must absorb it in order to replenish the constant drain on her lifeforce. Basically, she’s leaking magic like a sieve and her family is a tad overprotective because of it. Her entire life she’s been treated as though she was made of glass.

Nora hates being treated differently. She’s adventurous and willful, rarely bowing to her older sisters wishes of social decorum and grace. It’s during one of these times, when she’s completely disheveled, that she meets Kellan, the Wolf King of the North. He finds her state endearing, despite her sisters’ reactions. Her sisters are nervous around him, but Nora finds him fascinating. When he starts speaking of her as if she’s not in the room, she snaps at him, something no one else in the royal family would dare to do.

Nora tries to think of herself as brave, and at the very least willing to make the best of things. She makes an effort to quell her traitorous temper around Kellan, but her mouth often gets the better of her. Her courage and her effort to control her disposition help make the trials she faces in the Northland bearable. Her newfound ability to channel her anger helps her survive the ultimate betrayal.

  1. Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?

I believe there are things in our world we can’t possibly comprehend. I don’t know they’re paranormal, but I know we don’t know everything, nor can we explain everything.

When I was in middle school, my brother, C.C., and I experienced something that rocked our little brains. Because we both experienced it, I know it wasn’t my imagination.

We lived in the country. Out by the barn, my dad had a running line for our dog, Sam. At night, we clipped him to the line and fed and watered him before our bedtime. Just past the barn was what we believed to be a small cemetery. We didn’t know one was there when my parents bought the property. We’d found small stones we thought were grave makers shortly after we’d built the house. We didn’t discuss it. It was too creepy. We all just sort of pretended there wasn’t a possibility of bodies buried less than fifty yards from our home.

One night, C.C. and I went to feed Sam. We always went together because we were scared to death to go alone. As soon as our feet left the pavement of our driveway and stepped onto the grassy path that led to the barn, we heard someone speak.

We froze, staring at one another. Then we heard other voices chattering away. It sounded like an old man and a group of children. We lived out in the country, on acreage. There were no people nearby. We were at the top of a small valley and there were homes down in the bottom. It was entirely possible voices were carrying up the road. But that was a pretty long way for sound to travel, at least to my twelve-year-old brain.

We did what any self-respecting country kid would do. We ran back inside. Dad made us go back out. Mom must have felt sorry for us because she followed and stood at the door so we could see her. This time, when we stepped on the grass, the interior light of my dad’s car came on.

I grabbed my brother’s hand and took a step back onto the driveway. The light went off. My mom yelled to wrap it up. We stepped forward, and the light came on again. My brother yanked me back onto the pavement and the light went off. He dropped the dog bowl and ran for my mother, leaving me behind. I set the other bowl down and followed suit.

We never waited until dark to go out there again. I always accused my father of having his car’s clicker someplace nearby to mess with us, but he insists he was in the living room. My mom was spooked when she noticed the light going on and off, but chalked it up to coincidence. C.C. and I have no idea what it was. But it was enough for us to wonder what was out there, especially when we started finding old children’s shoes and shoe soles in the area we thought was the cemetery.

  1. What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?

I am working on The Vampire King’s Mate, which is Book 2 of the Fate of Imperium Series. I am also working on an untitled fantasy under the pen name Cass Alexander. It’s got a lot of humor and tons of off-color language compared C.A. Worley’s books. My brother and I are also starting another nonfiction book to follow the one we wrote last year. This is also under the Cass Alexander moniker. We think it will be about our lives in rural Kentucky growing up. Maybe we’ll even add in our “ghost” experience!

About the Author:
C.A. Worley is the alter-ego of Romance Author Cass Alexander. Where Cass tends to focus on humor in her publications, C.A. loves to write fantasy. She chose to write under the two different monikers to not confuse (or tick off) her readers.
C.A. currently resides in the Midwest, but was born and raised in the South. She spends her days working from home and her evenings are spent shuttling her kids to and fro. Her dinners are subpar, but she makes a mean dessert.
When she’s tired of living her sons’ travel sports schedules, C.A. enjoys a glass (or four) of wine. She needs the liquid courage to click the publish button for her fantasy romance novels.
Her motto is, “Be Brave,” and she tries to live it every day—it takes a healthy dose courage to get through this thing we call life.

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