Evernight Teen Publishing
Released March 6, 2015
Tomes of the Authentic Witch, 1
Tara secretly wished her estranged father would want her around, so when he unexpectedly contacted her, she agreed to get reacquainted. That wish turned into a nightmare. She learned that she is an Authentic Witch—the Maiden of the Moodus Coven—and the key to obliterating the black magic Haddam coven.
Tara’s mother took her into hiding when she was small in order to keep her alive but the Haddam’s found her. Now Tara must trust the help she’s found in her three close friends, one mystifying new love, and a father she barely knows as she fights for the life of her mother using a power she doesn’t yet understand.
And one of those trusts might cost Tara her life.
Top ten things you don’t know about me:
1. Cotton or Silk? Cotton please.
- Champagne/beer/wine? Champagne…with O.J….ON A CATAMARAN!
- Plotter/pantser I’m a total pantser. Even I sometimes don’t know how things are going to turn out until I get to the end of a scene.
- Describe your workspace. Any corner of my house that isn’t infested by a child or an animal! Seriously, though, I write with a laptop so it might be a coffee shop or it might be at my desk in my bedroom.
- Sports fan or just tolerate it? Sports fan. Boiler up!!
- Who is your biggest influence on writing? Stephenia Meyer
- Favorite food – Breakfast foods. Buffett style, preferably. Biscuits and gravy make everything better. Amen sister! Gravy makes anything better!
- When did you start writing? Four years ago, if you don’t count my diaries.
- If money were no object, where would you like to live? I’d live in a nice flat in downtown Chicago. Can I cheat and say I’d have a vacation beach home in St. Petersburg, Florida, and a writing getaway cottage on Martha’s Vineyard?
- What’s next for you? I’m finishing book 2 of the Authentic Witch series while I make mental notes for book 3. I’m also toying with a New Adult novel I’m calling UNAUTHORIZED.
We walked up on a small, cinderblock building. There was a plaque on the door facing us with the silhouette of a woman in a dress painted on it. Isaac turned the handle back and forth firmly. It was locked. His teeth bore down and ground together loudly.
“I just can’t catch a break today,” he whispered into the night.
Unexpectedly, and with unrealistic strength, he kicked the door in. Never before had I seen a blow delivered with such force. The hollow metal door fired open like a cannon, striking the wall behind it, discharging a deafening echo through the structure. Isaac held onto me like a treasure while he led me inside. Maybe it was the near-death experience, but I melted into his strong arms like any good damsel-in-distress would.
Isaac turned the water on, and it rushed into the basin hard, splashing droplets all over the counter. I stood like a zombie. Isaac hiked my shirtsleeves up to my forearms, trapping my bracelet in the bunched up fabric, but as he fumbled around with the dead weight of my limbs scrubbing at the dried blood stuck to them, the jewelry was knocked loose and fell to my wrist. Isaac went rigid at the sight of it but recovered fast to finish my arms before moving on to my forehead. We said nothing.
Anguish lodged in the wrinkle between his furrowed brows, now only inches from my face. Isaac wet down another wad of paper towel, and as his gentle strokes wiped across my face it brought a little life back to me. Even so, there were no romantic gazes or love-struck smiles being exchanged—only intense analysis from Isaac, and all-consuming fear from me.
C.L. Marin was born and raised in Lafayette Indiana. As a high school student she was more interested in her extra curricular activities like marching band, show choir, and being a diver on the swimming and diving team, than homework. In fact, C.L. Marin always said if her English Literature teacher ever found out she wrote a book she might die of a heart attack.
After high school she worked as a travel agent for ten years before going back to college and becoming a dental hygienist. It wasn’t an easy task as a single mom but once C.L. Marin has focused on a goal it isn’t often it goes unattained. Once she settled into her career there was finally time to enjoy some pleasure reading. She was spellbound to a popular young adult series but found herself unable to fill the void of the characters she’d lost after finishing it. Right then C.L. Marin made herself a new goal—write the novel she could not find! She wasn’t expecting it to be as hard to do, nor as rewarding, but it is truly her passion.
C.L. Marin still works full-time as a dental hygienist while she writes in the hours she is not sleeping. She is the mother of three wildly intelligent, and extraordinarily brilliant, children, and the wife of her high school sweetheart. They have an eleven-year-old narcoleptic black lab named Murphy Lee, a seven-year-old massively obese cat named Thai, a four-year-old spastic pit bull named Molly Jean, and a one-year-old cat named Tuttle.
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