Author: Rayna Noire
Series: Pagan
Eyes, Book
Two
Genre:
Paranormal YA
Book
Description:
Nora’s impending
college graduation is a triumph over the dark incident in her past that changed
her life and stopped her best friend’s.
Balancing school, work and her demented admirer at the diner is
tough. All she has is six more months,
but it similar to walking a tightrope blindfolded.
Life-like dreams
pull her into the 19th century world of Clayton. A man who declares he’s her soul mate. Even though, she’s decided against romance,
the young witch finds herself drawn to the Irish healer, even hearing his voice
in her head.
This would make
most people question their sanity. Nora needs to find out if Clayton is real
and if she’s crossing over into another world in her sleep. If she is, will she
end up stuck in the past? Can magick bring them together?
Tens List - Ten Places I Want To Visit
The great thing about being a writer is that travel is research. Every place I go I gather information. Here’s ten places I’d go if I had the money.
1. New Orleans- I am interested in the haunted aspect as opposed to Mardi Gras.
2. Easter Island- There is something about the large stone heads looking out into the sea that intrigues me.
3. Scotland- The people and the populace are a favorite of writers.
4. Australia- There is a different vibe there and koala bears.
5. New Zealand- Can anyone say Lord of the Rings?
6. The Amazon River & Rainforest- I know I couldn’t explore it all, but I’d enjoy a peek at the diversity that exists there. It would be an indulgence for the science teacher in me.
7. Dominican Republic- My dream is to own a B&B on the coast someday. I’m shopping for location.
8. Florida Keys- I am beach and paperback book type of gal too.
9. Las Vegas- Actually, I’d like a return trip since it would be a great place to locate a story.
10. Green Turtle Island- this is a tiny island with cottages on stilts, no television, no phones and no air conditioning. I’d like to check out from everything and experience nature. I bet there’s some great snorkeling in the sparkling clear waters too.
I’d be curious to discover where everyone else wants to go.
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Tens List - Ten Places I Want To Visit
The great thing about being a writer is that travel is research. Every place I go I gather information. Here’s ten places I’d go if I had the money.
1. New Orleans- I am interested in the haunted aspect as opposed to Mardi Gras.
2. Easter Island- There is something about the large stone heads looking out into the sea that intrigues me.
3. Scotland- The people and the populace are a favorite of writers.
4. Australia- There is a different vibe there and koala bears.
5. New Zealand- Can anyone say Lord of the Rings?
6. The Amazon River & Rainforest- I know I couldn’t explore it all, but I’d enjoy a peek at the diversity that exists there. It would be an indulgence for the science teacher in me.
7. Dominican Republic- My dream is to own a B&B on the coast someday. I’m shopping for location.
8. Florida Keys- I am beach and paperback book type of gal too.
9. Las Vegas- Actually, I’d like a return trip since it would be a great place to locate a story.
10. Green Turtle Island- this is a tiny island with cottages on stilts, no television, no phones and no air conditioning. I’d like to check out from everything and experience nature. I bet there’s some great snorkeling in the sparkling clear waters too.
I’d be curious to discover where everyone else wants to go.
Excerpt from Revelation
His
eyes sparkled with humor as he held out his hand to her. “Climb up, darling.
I’ve been waiting for you.”
Familiarity
colored his voice as if he greeted an old friend. Nora knew she’d have
remembered a dark-eyed hottie with curly hair and a wicked smile. Better yet,
the bright green and yellow wagon he stood on was definitely memorable,
especially with its fanciful drawings on the side and the two draft horses in
the traces. Was she remembering part of a movie or a story Nana told her? That
was it. Nana was part Romany Gypsy.
Still,
it didn’t make sense if she was in the story and the unknown man spoke English.
Part of her wanted to take his hand and step up into the wagon to take off with
him. At times, he looked into her eyes, not only as if he knew her, but also
liked what he saw, which made his invitation tempting, very tempting.
The
man dropped his hand. “Oh, I see you’re still not ready, my Nora.”
“How
do you know my name?”
The
man jumped down from the wagon, startling her, invading her space. His face
filled her vision. She had to admire his strong jawline, and the crinkles
around his eyes when he smiled caused her heart to beat faster. Her lips turned
up naturally in response.
“Nora,
Nora, how could you have forgotten me? I have loved you through several
lifetimes and searched for you in each of mine. My life was desolate until I
found you in a dream.”
She
was dreaming. That made sense.
“Nora,
Nora.”
Why
did he keep repeating her name? He said her name as if he knew it well, without
a blink or a hesitation, not like those fraternity guys trying to hit on her
who could never quite remember her name, calling her everything from Nadine to
Noreen. One even called her Norad, which she promptly informed him stood for
North American Aerospace Defense Command. As she recalled, her would-be Romeo
stumbled away, muttering, "bitch” loud enough for her to hear.
Men
never worked too hard to romance her. Her purpose in attending college was to
get an education, enabling her to obtain a decent job. A good portion of the
girls who came to school felt the need to cut loose by skipping class, drinking
too much, and having sex with guys they didn’t know or couldn’t remember. Often
those same girls flunked out in less than two years. As a scholarship student,
she needed to keep her grades up.
Why
didn’t she know his name?
His
voice became higher, sounding more like a woman’s, and he shook her shoulder
vigorously. Why would he do that? Ogden would do that, but not this mysterious
man.
“Nora,
get up right now, or you’re going to be late to your clinical.”
Tonya’s
voice broke into her sleep-drugged thoughts. Her eyelids fluttered opened to
the morning sunlight streaming around her curtain, indicating the time. “Oh, I
overslept. Thank you, Tonya.”
Her
clean uniform hung on the hanger in front of her closet where she left it. The
ironed smock and pants gave her a little reassurance that she’d make it on
time. Some of the students showed up in wrinkled uniforms, and from standing
too close to them, she suspected a few were unwashed, too. How could a person
make it this far in the physician assistant program and still not take it
seriously? Nora took it seriously. Of course, she did. She took everything in earnest, probably the
curse of being the firstborn.
Tonya
kept a running commentary as she dressed. “It’s not like you to be late. I even
heard your alarm go off, so I came into the room. You had a big, stupid grin on
your face. Was it a good dream?”
Thinking
back to the man in her dream, she’d probably call it perplexing as opposed to
good. Yet, she was happy she’d remembered. Part of her recognized him and was
glad to see him. “I guess you could call it a good dream.”
“Ah
ha.” Tonya grinned and shook a finger at her. “I bet you were not dreaming
about Ogden then.”
Grabbing
a brush, she ran it through her short, dark hair. A shower would be better, but
she’d given that up when she chose to continue to dream about the dark-eyed man
instead of getting up on time. “How do you know I wasn’t dreaming about Ogden?”
Snorting,
her roommate shook her head. “Girl, now’s not the time for it, but…”
Nora
knew her outspoken roommate would say whatever was on her mind. Holding back
wasn’t her way. One of the things she enjoyed about the colorful Jamaican. “Go
on.”
“All
right, I will.” Placing her long-fingered hands on her ample hips, she started,
“We’ve been friends for almost four years, right?”
Nora
nodded, thinking back to the day they ended up together. Her assigned roommate
had reported her when she’d lighted a candle in recognition of the Goddess. It
hadn’t been the lighted candle, even though it was against the rules. Nope, her
roommate had told her the Goddess statue creeped her out. Called her a Satanist
then reported her for open flames. She should have reported Crystal for smoking
in the bathroom, but she hadn’t. Instead, in a panicked moment, she’d pictured
her career and scholarship vanishing.
Rayna Noire is
an author and a historian. The desire to uncover the truth behind the original
fear of witches led her to the surprising discovery that people believed in
magick in some form up to 150 years ago. A world that believed the impossible
could happen and often did must have been amazing. With this in mind, Ms. Noire
taps into this dimension, shapes it into stories about a Pagan family who
really isn’t that different from most people. They do go on the occasional time
travel adventures and magick happens.
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