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Amazon buy link: https://amzn.com/B01G4XRCAC
Goodreads link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30287511-plague-cult
In a small Texas town a desire for love becomes a curse that unleashes a deadly plague.
Ruth Warner is estranged from her family. She loves them, but her magic makes her an outsider in Bideer, Texas. Ruth has built a new life in New York as a healer at the Collegium.
Sometimes, though, you have to go home.
After the local coroner reports a suspicious death, the Collegium’s Chief Healer orders Ruth to Bideer. There’s a new cult in town, a lonely hearts club, and it’s playing reckless games with a death curse.
But Ruth isn’t going home alone.
Danger is in Shawn Jackson’s blood. He is a Collegium guardian, a mage trained to fight evil. He’s also a man accustomed to keeping secrets. He’s a hollerider, a huntsman; one of those who birthed the legend of the Wild Hunt. When he unleashes his magic, terror rides with him.
He’s also Ruth’s back-up.
As evil stalks an innocent town, the dedicated healer and battle-hardened marine must trust their own hurting hearts to prevent a devastating plague.
Warning: “Plague Cult” includes a haunted house, an unconventional ghost, and a home renovation romance.
If you love your paranormal romance fast-paced, intense and chilling, “Plague Cult” is irresistible.
Two excerpts, and then, the cover and some graphics. Feel free to use other excerpts – I just thought to save you some typing.
“Did she toss salt over her left shoulder three times?”
Ruth blinked. It was an unexpected question from a Collegium guardian, a mage trained in combat and educated in scientific magic.
Shawn stretched out his long legs, crossing them at the ankles, his large boots scuffed at the heels. “My mamaw is a granny witch. So’s my sister. You don’t want bad luck chasing you. Salt works, in a pinch.” The skin at the corners of his eyes crinkled at the sly pun as he looked sideways at Ruth. Evidently, he was taking her measure as much as she was assessing him. Each was curious about their temporary partner.
Ruth took a steadying breath, staring down at her hands. The freckles on the back of her right hand formed a constellation, the Southern Cross; hope in strange lands.
If only she were going somewhere strange. Instead, she was going home.
She loved Bideer and the people in it, but when she went home, Shawn would learn how she’d failed them. Failed Mason. She couldn’t fail them again—and a curse could be the worst kind of disaster. It all depended. Sometimes a curse did no more than add a wart to someone’s skin. Other times…
“Rose House? We can’t stay there. It’s a fixer upper. I shouldn’t have even bought it.” It had been a mistake. She didn’t belong in Bideer. However, she’d scrupulously updated her Collegium file with her new purchase. She’d also told her brothers: Mitch in the army, and Kane at college. She hadn’t told them it was a secret, so they might have told her parents. If they had, her parents hadn’t phoned to bemoan her actions, although everyone knew it was better if she stayed away.
I guess I won’t be doing that. Anticipation and dread danced butterflies in her stomach. She’d be going home.
“Shawn will be your ex-marine friend taking on renovation of the house in exchange for free board and lodging,” William said
“Solid,” Shawn approved the cover story.
Ruth tried to shake herself up, to focus. “Have you ever been in the marines?”
“Spent a year embedded.” Sudden shadows darkened his hazel eyes. “The Collegium occasionally introduces us into a military unit.” By “us” he evidently meant his fellow guardians. “Sometimes it’s the only way to confront a threat in an unstable region. Military goes everywhere, but some things mundanes shouldn’t face alone.” So he’d faced the magical danger for them, and it had left spiritual scars.
She had to rein in her empathetic healer’s instincts. Their mission wasn’t about healing whatever had happened to Shawn overseas—although, William could be sneaky enough to make an apparent mission about preventing a plague curse serve double duty to heal a guardian as well as a healer. After all, she suspected he was using this chance to set her up to heal the long term psychic scars she carried. If she was braver, and if Shawn wasn’t present and listening, she’d tell William that he was hoping for the impossible.
Going home wouldn’t absolve her of the past.