Find more from this author on:
About the author:
A.L. Hawke lives in Southern California torching the midnight candle over lovers against a backdrop of machines, nymphs, magic, spice and mayhem. With a medical science background, the author specializes in fantasy romance and science fiction.
What inspired you to write your book?
Broomstick was created out of a whim to create a romance for Halloween. But as I worked on the project and studied other books out there (and witchcraft), I endeavored to create something that felt real. So there’s a lot of real stuff mixed with Cadence’s voice that I think gives the novel a little extra creepiness amid her charm.
Here is a short sample from the book:
To say that I’m not nervous would be stupid. I’m sitting on one of Alondra’s elegant white leather sofas, staring at the flat-screen TV on the wall. There’s nothing on, but there’s also no one to talk to at the moment. I’m by myself, tapping my knees and waiting. And that’s making me more nervous. Meanwhile, every so often, one of the ladies from the coven walks by, gives me a nod, opens the sliding door, and takes something outside. They’re preparing for some kind of outdoor event, and that’s weird because it’s cold and raining outside.
Every one of the girls is wearing a long black cape and short black dress. I’m not. I’m in a white sweater and jeans.
I cross one leg over another. Then I switch legs and stare at the elegant stone chimney. Then I cross the other leg back again, fidgeting with my fingers.
One of the members, Tammy—the pretty black girl with long hair like me—hands me a glass of red wine. I get up and smile. “I know it’s a bit weird, Cadence, but we’ll be done soon,” she says with a wink. “Just sit tight, ’kay?”
“You sure there’s nothing I can do to help?”
“Not unless you know how to brew cauldrons.”
I laugh, but it’s not really funny. Still, I like Tammy. She’s a lot like me. And I suppose she’s prone to saying funny things at inopportune moments too.
The wine tastes good. It’s very smooth.
Tammy rushes back to the kitchen. I can hear them murmuring. I wonder if they’re talking about me. Probably.
I need to pee. But I’m tired of getting up and using the restroom. I have a bad habit of having to pee when I’m nervous.
Then Mira comes in. She’s wearing exactly the same black dress and cape as the others. She seems friendlier than ever and reaches out to me with both hands, signaling that I should rise. I feel really weird but I get up.
“When it stops raining, we’re going to go outside, Katie,” Mira says. Her auburn eyes are staring at mine. “It’s cold, but the cloak will warm you. And when we go to the service, the fire is warm enough. Why don’t you finish your wine so you’ll be more relaxed? The rain will stop soon, and then you’ll know we’re ready.”
“It’s going to stop raining?”
“Yes. In another fifteen minutes.”
That’s where all the magic starts, right? Now they can control the weather?
Maddie rescues me. She walks in holding a wineglass too. “I’m so excited for you, Kate!” she says. Mira backs away and sits on a furry chair beside the fireplace. “You nervous?”
“Nah.” Of course I’m nervous. I’m terrified and Maddie knows it.