Saturday, 6 December 2014

Rehab is for Witches Anthology
Various Authors
Published By- SideStreet Cookie Publishing
Publication Date- October 31st, 2014

Welcome to Little Raven: an unsullied, beautiful woodland hamlet in the heart of the Midwest. The sort of place where furry creatures romp about and spend their days bursting into song.
Actually, that’s a giant pack of lies.
Little Raven is a town…for witches.
And some of those witches might have bent the rules. A teensy bit. When six magical miscreants dabble with black magic, they end up together at Incantations, the town’s rehab center for witches gone awry. It’s a slap on the wrist for naughty witches. Pretty much a daycare center so they don’t wander off and start turning people into newts on a whim. Each witch must work through her addiction to black magic, and follow the tenets designed to lead them back to the path of the straight and narrow, as boring as that sounds. Even if following the tenets sucks worse than a group round of kum-bay-ya. Which sucks. Horribly.
We will admit we are powerless over magic—that our lives have become unmanageable.
We will make a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of the Goddess as we understand Her.
We will make a searching and fearless moral and magical inventory of ourselves.
We will admit to the Goddess, to ourselves, and to another being the exact nature of our magical wrongs.
We will make a list of all persons or beings we have harmed, and become willing to make amends to them all.
We will make direct amends to such beings whenever possible, except when to do so would injure them or others.
We are entirely ready to bow before the Goddess and have Her remove all our defect of character, even at the risk of being entirely stripped of our magic.
But this is just the start. There’s something rotten in Little Raven, something that seeks to take all the magic it can, and devour the inhabitants in the process. It will take the strength and power of all the witches to defeat the darkness seeping into their town, beat it back, and be rid of it forever…and maybe just make it through rehab while they’re saving the world.

The Authors & Titles-

Tara S. Wood - A Trunk Full of Peril

Tyffani Clark Kemp - A Diary Full of Names

Cynthia Valero - A Cauldron Full of Goodbyes

Miranda Stork - A Closet Full of Demons

J. A. Howell - A Basement Full of Secrets

Elle J Rossi - A Suitcase Full of Revenge


And here is an excerpt from A Diary Full of Names

"What can I do for you fine gentlemen of the law?" she asked, pulling the sleeves of her cardigan down. Her eyes never left Bear's, but his didn't leave hers either. Die's ears strained to hear his voice, if he would only speak.
"We received information pertaining to the unlawful peddling of confiscated and magical goods, Ms. Lovelace," the stocky officer said. The annoying twang and the way he pronounced her name "Luv-Lace" as if it were two words immediately put him on her shit list. "It is my understanding that you are not to be practicing magic of any kind, much less mixing up potions of the love variety. Am I right or am I wrong?"
Die forced a smile, though she wasn't sure if it was kind or not. "I have no magic." She lifted her hand to finger the amulet at her throat. "I was fitted with this collar to make sure I didn't use anymore magic. Whatever I've mixed up for these women is nothing more than a few herbs." There went her payday. She heard the women gasp. Likely, they would tell anyone they knew and the truth would spread through the small town like a fire in the middle of summer. She wouldn't be making anymore potions for these people. Luckily, all sales were final.
"Be that as it may-"
"A girl's got to make money somehow. Why don't I mix you up a sleeping potion, hm? Judging from the bags under your eyes it's been a while since you got a good night's rest."
Why wouldn't the pretty one speak? It wasn't like she was going to invite him in and have her way with him. She just wanted to hear him talk. Obviously a native around these parts, she knew that his voice would be like silk. If only he would part his full lips and-
"I don't think so, Ms. Lovelace, but I appreciate the gesture. No more selling, or I'm going to have to report you."
Die finally rolled her eyes and let the sweet girl act slip.
"Get the fuck out." Die stepped to the side and motioned to the women. "Just get out."

Idalia and her girls hurried out. Idalia made eyes at Bear, who smiled back politely, but he didn't bother to say anything. Sensing the snub, Idalia huffed.

About the Author-
Tyffani Clark Kemp might be the quietest person in the room, but that just means she’s probably the biggest freak too. She is a multi-genre author with a gift for the written word and a desire to help all Indies reach their full potential. In 2012, she and her best friend Kimberly Fudge started SideStreet Cookie Publishing for authors who want to remain independent, but don’t have the time or the knowledge to do it all themselves. From the age of eleven she dedicated her life to writing and making sure she was good at her craft. Now, she passes that knowledge on to others. Her friends would describe her as determined and giving. She may be quite, but she always has a story to tell.


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