Title: The Midnight Spell
Authors: Rhiannon Frater & Kody Boye
Published: Feb. 26th, 2013
Genre: YA/Paranormal
Blurb: Adam and Christy have been best friends since kindergarten. Always the perpetual outsiders in their small town in Texas, they’ve always had to deal with nasty comments from their classmates. Adam is called “gay” while Christy is called “witch.”
On both counts the bullies are right.
Their junior year in high school seems destined to be the same old same old until Christy decides to cast a love spell for Adam at the midnight hour. The next day an alluring and mysterious new boy enrolls at school and sets hearts a flutter, including Adam’s. Meanwhile, Christy’s mad crush on the handsome Ian seems to be going nowhere fast. Struggling to capture the heart of Ian while trying to come into her full witch powers is tough enough, but when a great evil arrives in town that threatens everything they hold dear, she realizes that finding a boyfriend is the least of her and Adam’s worries.
Soon Adam, Christy, their potential love interests, and their good friends Drifter and Olivia, will have to battle a force of darkness that has killed in their town before and will again.
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Christy Excerpt
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I kicked my dirty clothes under
my bed and pulled the comforter over my rumpled sheets. Snagging the few
stuffed animals I’ve been keeping out of nostalgia, I tossed them into the
closet and closed the door. Callie yowled from inside. I cracked the closet
door open and she walked out, snapping her tail at me indignantly.
“Sorry, Callie,” I muttered and
kicked a few shoes under the bed.
My room is on the third floor
of my parents’ Victorian. It’s an awesome room with high windows and a great
view of the street below through the branches of the pine and oak trees lining
our property. I swept everything on my desk, except for my laptop, into a laundry
basket and shoved that in the closet, too.
“Cleaning your room?” My mom
leaned against the doorjamb staring at me curiously. She held an ancient broom
in one hand and I could smell the magic pouring off of her. Magic smells a lot
like chocolate chip cookies, in case you want to know.
“Ian, the man of my eternal
dreams, is coming over so I can tutor him.” I hated how high and excited my
voice sounded.
“So that’s the reason you’re
wearing a dress and cleaning your room?”
I looked down at the simple
spring dress my mom had bought me for Easter. It had a kind of vintage look to
it, with tiny sprigs of bluebonnets scattered all over a white background. I’d
tossed on a blue hoodie that matched and was wearing ballet flats.
Self-consciously, I ran my hands lightly over the skirt. “Too much?”
My mom grinned, shaking her
head. “No. You look adorable. But there is no way in this world or any other
that you can have a boy in your room.”
My shoulders slumped as I
crossed my arms over my breasts. “Mooooooooooooom.”
“No whining. You know the
rules.”
“Dad is totally going to
embarrass me if we’re downstairs.”
“He will not,” my mother
answered.
“You know he will! I’ve never
had a boy I like over here before and Dad can’t resist embarrassing me in front
of new people.”
“Christy, he’s just being
friendly,” my mom said with a sigh.
“Embarrassingly friendly,” I grumbled.
“You and your friend can study
in the kitchen. I have to start dinner anyway. We’re having tacos!”
I scrunched my face up. Mom’s
idea of tacos bears no resemblance to anything ever created in Mexico. It only
qualifies as a taco because the special spinach tortillas she concocts look a
little like taco shells.
“Why don’t you come downstairs
and help me chop up veggies until your boyfriend gets here?”
“See! That is the type of
comment that will totally humiliate me!”
“Touchy, touchy.” My mom
grinned and walked away, dragging her broom behind her. Little wisps of light
lingered in the air in the wake of the bristles.
Snatching up my messenger bag,
I trudged down the stairs behind her. The broom continued to leave magical
traces as my mom descended past the second floor where my parents sleep, have
their sitting room, and library.
“Time for you to go to sleep,”
my mom told the broom and tossed it into the air.
It zoomed over my head, forcing
me to duck, covering me in sparkles of light. It tore around a corner and
disappeared from sight. I strongly suspect that the broom is out to get me.
Seriously, it’s always showing up in my room at weird hours of the night, it
likes to appear at random spots in the house like it’s spying on me, and it
always likes to cut it a little too close whenever Mom lets it fly around on
its own.
“That broom is a brat,” I
mumbled.
“A little like someone I know,”
Mom teased.
“It hates me.”
“It does not. It’s just
playful.”
“Yeah, and Chucky is just a
doll.”
About the authors:
Kody Boye was born and raised in Southeastern Idaho. Since his initial publication in the Yellow Mama Webzine in 2007, he has gone on to sell nearly three-dozen stories to various markets. He is the author of the short story collection Amorous Things, the novella The Diary of Dakota Hammell, the zombie novel Sunrise and the dark fantasy novel Blood. His fiction has been described as ‘Surreal, beautiful and harrowing’ (Fantastic Horror,) while he himself has been heralded as a writer beyond his years(Bitten by Books.) He currently lives and writes in the Austin, Texas area.
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Rhiannon Frater is the award-winning author of the As the World Dies trilogy (The First Days, Fighting to Survive, Siege,) and the author of three other books: the vampire novels Pretty When She Dies and The Tale of the Vampire Bride and the young-adult zombie novel The Living Dead Boy and the Zombie Hunters. Inspired to independently produce her work from the urging of her fans, she published The First Days in late 2008 and quickly gathered a cult following. She won the Dead Letter Award back-to-back for both The First Days and Fighting to Survive, the former of which the Harrisburg Book Examiner called ‘one of the best zombie books of the decade.’ Rhiannon is currently represented by Hannah Gordon of the Foundry + Literary Media agency. You may contact her by sending an email to rhiannonfrater@gmail.com.
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