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Magic, Mayhem, and Motherhood!

by on June 24, 2013

Siobhan Muir - The Beltane WitchThe Beltane Witch, the second book in the Cloudburst Colorado series is out where you can fall into the magic and mayham of a witch and the events of Beltane. The Summer Solstice bloomed last Friday, but the magic of the seasons begins their renewal on May 1st, May Day, or Beltane in the Pagan traditions.

The celebration of Beltane is that of fertility, renewal, and protection of home and hearth. We see remnants of it in the May Day parades and the May Poles strung with ribbons meant to be woven to the pole through dancing. In older times, there would be a bonfire and a feast honoring the two halves of the divine, and the hearth fires would be extinguished only to be lit again by the sacred Beltane fire. Celebrants were encouraged to make May Boughs from sacred trees to offer to the fire for blessings to be bestowed on their home and lands. Two people, a man and a woman, would be chosen as the May Lord and May Lady to celebrate the fertility and reconnection to the divine. In the older traditions, the May Lord and Lady would consecrate the blessings by making love in what’s now called High Beltane.

Whew! Heady stuff.

In The Beltane Witch, Sabrina Foxglove is a practicing witch, but she’s stepped away from the traditions of High Beltane for two reasons. One, her partner has left her for greener pastures (read: no kids and bigger breasts), and two, even if she had a partner, she already has two children and doesn’t want more. Being a single mom takes all her energy and she doesn’t have time to deal with the Sidhe Summer Court or the man intent on having her host them.

Darius Winterbourne has been Chamberlain of the Summer Court and a playboy so long, he expects any woman to fall all over themselves when he shows up bearing gifts from the Summer Queen. He has used his charm for centuries to get things done and no witch has ever turned him down. Until now. Sabrina not only isn’t charmed, she’s suspicious of his good looks and refuses to do the rituals of High Beltane.

Here’s the blurb:

Magic, mayhem, and motherhood… a witch’s work is never done, but Sabrina draws the line at the Fae.

After almost two decades as a practicing witch in Cloudburst, Colorado, Sabrina Foxglove is done with men, magic, and the fertility rituals of High Beltane. She’s dealt with all three before and ended up with a young daughter and no partner. Twice. She’s looking forward to a magic-free May Day, with nothing more exciting than making brownies for a kindergarten class and decorating a May Pole. She definitely doesn’t have time for a handsome, Fae-touched man.

After almost two centuries as the human chamberlain to the Fae’s Summer Court, Darius Winterbourne is a man accustomed to getting his way. So when the Summer Queen tasks him with finding a witch to perform the annual rituals and strengthen the ancient warding magicks, he figures it should be easy. He doesn’t expect Sabrina’s hardheaded refusal, her untrained abilities, or his attraction to her. With less than a week to Beltane, he must gain Sabrina’s trust before he loses his home, his position…and his heart.

The excerpt….

“Mr. Winterbourne.” Sabrina sat down on a plush arm chair across from him and tried to find some composure.

Irritation flitted across his face, but disappeared before she could catch more than a glimpse.

“Call me Darius, please. We will be working too closely to stand on titles.”

“You’re making an assumption, Mr. Winterbourne.” Sabrina leaned back and crossed her legs to give herself a little more armor against his smooth ways. “I told you I’d hear you out and here I am. I didn’t promise to suddenly drop everything for your needs.”

His irritation flashed again until she said the word “needs.” Then sly, seductive amusement flooded his face and exhilaration shot through her.

“My needs are another matter entirely and I’m certain we’ll get to them eventually. I’m here today to discuss the matter of the Summer Court’s visit.”

She didn’t know if she wanted to laugh in disbelief or smack him for his audacity. She settled for a roll of her eyes.

“Focus, Mr. Winterbourne. What exactly do you want and what does it have to do with me?”

He opened his mouth to make a no doubt smart-ass comment and she held up her hand. “Rein it in, please.”

He chuckled, sitting forward to lean his elbows on his knees.

“As you command, my lady.” He inclined his head. “My petition is the same as last night. Beltane is a week away. The Summer Court has chosen your fair little town as the location where they shall perform the healing ceremonies to strengthen the wards, and you’re the only witch here who can perform the rituals correctly.”

“That’s debatable,” she mumbled, but he didn’t seem to hear her.

“Come now, Lady Foxglove, you must understand what a great honor this is. The opportunity to serve the Court in this way is not offered lightly.”

Sabrina snorted. “I thought I’m the only witch in Cloudburst who could correctly perform the rituals. It doesn’t sound like selection so much as desperation. I’m the only one you know of here, so I’ll have to do. Right?”

His patronizing smile never slipped. “They would not have chosen Cloudburst were it not for you.”

“Baloney!” She grimaced and flicked one hand. “Got oceanfront property to sell me in Arizona, right? Nice try. Tell them to visit Sedona, then. I’m sure the Vortices are in need of a good realigning.”

Darius’s smile began to fade and he took a breath to say something as the waitress appeared beside him, her gaze fixed on his handsome visage. Sabrina smiled, grateful for the interruption, and ordered hot coffee and a blueberry scone. Gather your wits, because this guy will run all over you if you let him. Darius’s ridiculous demands to host the Summer Court of the Fae ranked up there with cleaning out the sediment trap in her shower. Yeah, not going to happen.

Darius turned his brilliant smile on the waitress and she fluttered and simpered, twirling one lock of hair around her pencil with a giddy smile. Sabrina sighed, hoping the girl wouldn’t forget her order. Darius played up the charming, handsome, and virile male. She suspected women fell all over themselves to attract his sparkling gaze.

At last, the girl flounced away, her hips swinging in invitation, and Darius watched her retreat with a satisfied smile on his face. Sabrina shook her head in bemusement. You’re just mad because he doesn’t look at you like that.

Why the hell would she want him to look at her favorably? She wanted nothing to do with men. Selfish, manipulating, responsibility-avoiding bastards. Darius fit in just right. She bet he’d slept with more women than the flakes of snow falling outside the coffee shop windows.

Yeah, but think of how experienced he’d be.

She stifled a groan.

Darius’s gaze fastened on her like a magnet and he cocked his head in inquiry.

Crap, he can’t read thoughts, can he?

“Where were we?” His question accompanied a smug smile.

“You were just getting ready to suggest the Court should go to Sedona for Beltane.”

The warmth in his smile dimmed and she countered his hard look with lifting her chin. He spread his hands with mock regret, but his eyes remained chips of jade stone. “Would that I could, my lady, but once the Court has determined the place for the rituals, it cannot be changed. I’m afraid it’s Cloudburst, or nowhere.”

“Nowhere, then.”

He sighed. “Listen to me, Lady—”

“No, you listen to me, Mr. Winterbourne.” She used her best mommy-voice. “I have a family, school obligations, and a job right now. I don’t have time to entertain the Summer Court for Beltane. I have to bake brownies for my daughter’s kindergarten class, for goodness sake. I have no place for the Court, in my life or in my house, and besides, I haven’t done the High Beltane rituals in four years.”

“I’m sure it will only take a little brushing up—”

“I don’t want to ‘brush up’ on the rituals. You’re not hearing me. I. Am. Not. Doing. The. Rituals.”

Darius’s expression solidified into impassiveness and Sabrina crossed her arms over her chest in mute challenge. She wouldn’t be pressured into having sex for the Fae. She’d given up on the complex rituals after her ex Tommy left, and it suited her just fine. No male of any race, particularly one claiming to be from the Sidhe, would convince her to open up the hideous box of memories associated with Beltane. Not to mention threatening pregnancy.

So with summer swirling in all it’s glory, I thought I’d bring you a little breath of spring renewal. Do you celebrate May Day and if so, what all do you do?

Thanks so much for hosting me here today, Lori, and thanks to everyone who stopped by. Happy reading!

Siobhan Muir

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….Siobhan Muir lives in Las Vegas, Nevada, with her husband, two daughters, and a vegetarian cat she swears is a shape-shifter, though he’s never shifted when she can see him. When not writing, she can be found looking down a microscope at fossil fox teeth, pursuing her other love, paleontology. An avid reader of science fiction/fantasy, her husband gave her a paranormal romance for Christmas one year, and she was hooked for good.

In previous lives, Siobhan has been an actor at the Colorado Renaissance Festival, a field geologist in the Aleutian Islands, and restored inter-planetary imagery at the USGS. She’s hiked to the top of Mount St. Helens and to the bottom of Meteor Crater.

Siobhan writes kick-ass adventure with hot sex for men and women to enjoy. She believes in happily ever after, redemption, and communication, all of which you will find in her paranormal romance stories.

Siobhan’s recent release, The Beltane Witch, is the second book in the Cloudburst Colorado series, and she has also published Not a Dragon’s Standard Virgin and Queen Bitch of the Callowwood Pack through Siren Publishing, and Her Devoted Vampire through Evernight Publishing. Her free read entitled A Hell Hound’s Fire introduces her Cloudburst, Colorado series.

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  1. siobhanmuir permalink

    Thanks so much for having me here today, Lori.

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