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About the author:
Sharon Karaa is a mass of contradictions, but two facets of her character have always battled for supremacy; her logical self (let’s call him Frank) and her artistic side (lets her call Misty). Until recently, Frank won every battle, forcing Sharon into a life based on most probable outcome and, to give him his credit, it led to a fairly comfortable if rather boring life. Then Misty took up kick boxing and gave Frank a good kick in the goodies. Sharon was first published at the tender age of fifteen. Flush with success, she waited more years than she cares to admit, before making the decision to become an independent author and publishing her first book in 2014. Sharon writes comedy because she needs something in her life she can laugh at, other than herself. Sharon lives with her husband in a little village north of Newcastle, UK. She doesn’t have a cat.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“This is my familiar?” I asked, dumbfounded. “I thought it would be male!” I wanted it to be male! In fact, I wanted it to be anything other than the goddess standing before me. Talk about feeling inadequate as a woman!
“Believe me, hot stuff, a man couldn’t do for you what I can,” she winked suggestively, looking at me with her deep, purple eyes as she sashayed to the table and straddled a chair.
Selina, wary our new guest might ‘turn rat’ at any moment, climbed cautiously down from her own chair. “Crikey Moses, it worked Agnes!” she said in shock.
Agnes climbed up off the floor, using the third chair as leverage.
“Yes, you can all sleep soundly in your beds. Natalia is here to protect you,” the red headed raven smiled and reached for my wine glass. What was it with the supernatural and my drinks? She grimaced and put the glass back down.
Cat stopped hissing and sauntered over to Natalia, sniffing her legs. Natalia scooped him up and rubbed the fur under his chin. He looked about as comfortable as I did as he struggled to free himself from her grasp, finally digging his claws in her legs until she let go and he could run from the room.
“So! What’s happening?” asked Natalia, staring expectantly at our bewildered faces.
I picked myself up off the floor as Agnes filled her in on my new witch status and the problem of the three witch finders who were after me.
“Now, what I want to know from you,” Agnes poked Natalia in the chest, “…is what can you do to help? And which one of these two are you here for?”
Natalia looked at me and answered. “You call me, I am here but to serve,” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “Now, I’ve got a question for you.” She leaned across the table and stared deep into my eyes. Oh God, was she coming on to me?
“Got any beer?”