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Meet the ever-entertaining, sarcasm-wielding witch Taran Wird and take a hair-raising peek inside the newest Weird Girls story, Of Flame and Fate! #giveaway #GuestAuthor

by davincikittieSeptember 26, 2017

Please help me welcome author Cecy Robson!

Hi, Sue. Thank you for hosting me today on Grave Tells! *waves madly*

You asked me how I figured out Taran Wird, my protagonist for my Weird Girls Flame series. Well, here goes.

Taran and I have been friends for a long time. But it took us a while to really know each other.

I started writing my Weird Girls series on May 1, 2009—just to see if I could write a book. When my novel was complete, and I began submitting it to agents and editors, the one consistent feedback I received was that my story of these four sisters who were different from any race of human, witch, vampire, and werebeast on earth, weren’t so different from each other.

“Celia is well-developed,” one agent told me. “But the others are a blur.”

In my head Taran, Shayna, and Emme were different, but I had to work to translate how I saw them onto the page. This began my love affair with Taran.

In my head Taran, Shayna, and Emme were different, but I had to work to translate how I saw them onto the page. This began my love affair with Taran.

I always saw Taran, my wielder of fire and lightning, as a “hothead”, yet I never gave her a reason to show her anger except in battle. I decided Taran needed a nemesis, someone outside the supernatural world to push Taran’s buttons and help flesh Taran out. I came up with Mrs. Mancuso, the elderly and rather um, hostile woman who lives next to the girls with the hopes of bringing out Taran’s color [Sue’s note: This woman—and Taran’s response to her—cracks me up!]. Oh, and did she ever. Below is a scene from Of Flame and Fate to give you an idea.

Here’s the thing about being a badass, you have to walk the walk and talk the talk. The talk, I think I have down. The walk, not so much. My leg is pulsating, as in throbbing, and pounding, and taking on a life of its own. I grip it, uselessly trying to stop the swelling from spreading. Each pop and pull against my skin feel like a boil pushing through, following the same path that demon took when it tried to burrow its way to my heart.

I trip over the blanket that smells like wererat, causing my boobs to spill out, just in time for our evil neighbor Mrs. Mancuso to step out onto her porch. Christ, it’s like she waits for me.

“Taran Wird!” she shrieks. “Are you naked?”

“No, I have a fucking blanket.”

Considering I have boils the size of quarters scattering along the length of my leg at warp speed, it’s the best comeback I have.

Gemini appears out of nowhere, wrenching me into his arms to keep me from falling on my face, but not quite managing to keep the girls in.

Flashing my boobs doesn’t upset Mrs. Mancuso. No. Not at all.

“You are naked!” she screams at me.

“No, shit,” I snap, gathering the blanket closer.

Of course, Mancuso doesn’t stop there. “Take your disgusting body and your even more disgusting suitors elsewhere!”

“I did. Your son-in-law says, hello,” I fire back.

“You whore.”

Gemini hoists me in his arms. “Damn it, woman, don’t you have children to lure into your gingerbread house!”

It’s the last comment I manage before the quickly forming boils singe like fire against my skin and I coil in anguish.

Superman has Lex Luthor. Taran has Mrs. Mancuso and her angry middle fingers.

Superman has Lex Luthor. Taran has Mrs. Mancuso and her angry middle fingers.

As you can see, Taran is the kind of woman who isn’t afraid to say what she thinks—a take charge kind of person you can’t help notice when she walks into a room. Once I wrapped my head around who I wanted her to be, I had so much fun developing her and allowing her room to let loose. Sometimes, though, I have to rein her in.

Taran is not always angry, she’s fiercely protective of her family, and has a soft spot for those who are weak and easily victimized. So between moments where she’s causing ripples of lightning to tear through the sky, there are tremendous moments of heart, times where she’s hurt and she’s not sure she’ll survive, and moments of laughter when her power and her mouth run amuck.

There are tremendous moments of heart, times where she’s hurt and she’s not sure she’ll survive, and moments of laughter when her power and her mouth run amuck.

I hope I’ve sparked your interest in Taran, and I hope you give the Weird Girls Flame series a chance. Thank you so much, Sue, for hosting me today, and may the love of paranormal be with you, always. 😊

About Cecy Robson

Cecy Robson is an award-winning author of magical realms and to-die-for Alpha heroes. A double RITA® 2016 finalist for Once Pure and Once Kissed, and published author of more than sixteen titles, you can typically find her on her laptop or stumbling blindly in search of caffeine.


Read an excerpt from Of Flame and Fate

Copyright © 2017 Cecy Robson

The doors crash open as a pack of weres in human form stomp in, the exception being an immense, midnight-black wolf with a white left paw who leads them. His lips peel back, exposing a row of pointy fangs as he growls at the vampires surrounding me. But it’s the man storming forward with dark almond eyes and a six-inch dagger in his hand that gives me pause.

“Hi, honey,” I say, giving him a little wave.

Funny thing, he doesn’t wave back. His gaze swoops over my naked body. “Hold her,” he snarls, ramming the knife into my thigh.

Reality shoves aside the shock of having the man I love stab me in the leg. Like a heated blade through butter, he slices through the skin and muscle, creating a diagonal line and spraying blood across the glass shower walls. I expect pain, scorching white-hot pain, and to lose my blood supply in large volumes. But like the creepy crawly beneath my skin, I just feel that wretched pulling and grabbing.

My bleeding trickles to a stop just as Gemini’s hand plunges deep into the incision. The image is so graphic and brutal my stomach lurches. I’m seconds from passing out. The vamps on either side of me are the only thing keeping me vertical. But when my focus latches onto the hilt of the dagger, and I realize it’s a femur—a freaking femur!— my body immediately slumps.

Of course, that’s not the worst part.

The tangle of bodies, limbs, and faces, carved around the hilt twitch, as if seizing, breaking free of what’s holding them to slither. Oh, and it gets better. The mouths open, singing one messed up version of O Fortuna.

“Jesus Christ,” I gasp, my body trembling violently as their slowly amplifying voices echo across the room.

Agnes grips my jaw, yanking my face toward her. “Taran, get it together before you set this whole place on fire.”

I wrench my head free. “Don’t you think I’m trying?!”

I bite back a curse, and a few more, when something scampers toward my right butt cheek.

It doesn’t get far. Gemini thrusts his hand deep, wrenching a large, screeching lump from my leg, exciting the minute faces continuing to sing and slide along the hilt. Their voices crescendo and their bodies writhe with glee. I don’t get a good look at the demon impaled by the dagger, and I don’t want to. I only see enough to realize I was right about the spindly legs and pinchers.

Gemini carries the shrieking demon to the sink, ignoring the way the long cluster of centipede legs kick out and clutch blindly at the air. I wish I could ignore it. But those things you can’t unsee? I’ve seen plenty in my twisted, messed up life and this is one more to add to my list.

Gemini holds out his free hand. Without asking, a vamp drops an opened bottle of vodka into his palm. Gemini pours the vodka over the demon, stunning it and causing the legs to fall open like petals—nasty petals covered with blood, pointy grippy ends, and little bits of me.

With a turn of his wrist, he drops the demon into the sink. It falls with a sick plop.

Agnes’s weight abruptly pulls off me when she stands and hurries to the sink. She flicks a lighter another vamp tosses her and drops it on top of the demon. “Ad infernum,” she tells it, sending it back to hell.

The vamps step away from me as the flames spray up to lick the ceiling. The exception is Edith who remains on her knees, clutching my leg between her breasts and sealing my wound with several fast and enthusiastic strokes of her tongue.

Get away from her,” Gemini demands. His voice is more beast than human, setting off an orchestra of snarls from the rest of the pack.

Like a very hungry dog with a bone, Edith doesn’t want to let go. Gemini doesn’t give her a choice. From one breath to the next, he rips me from her, wrapping me in a blanket someone hands him and carrying me away.

 


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Meet the ever-entertaining, sarcasm-wielding witch Taran Wird and take a hair-raising peek inside the newest Weird Girls story, Of Flame and Fate! #giveaway #GuestAuthorOf Flame and Fate by Cecy Robson
Series: Weird Girls #8
Published by Self-published or LLC on September 26, 2017
Genres: Urban Fantasy
Pages: 301
Add it to your To Read shelf: Goodreads

Also by this author: Eternal

Taran Wird, who commands the power to wield fire and lightning, is an oddity in the supernatural world. But neither Taran nor her unique sisters compare to the bizarre entity known as Destiny. And Taran is assigned to protect her.
Born of two witches, Destiny is revered among the supernatural elite for her acute ability to predict the future. Her biggest prophecy involves Taran’s sister, Celia, whom Destiny decreed will bear children strong enough to take on the evil that’s rising. Yet Destiny is not alone in her predictions, or individuality.
When Johnny Fate, a rock star among humans and a male version of Destiny is discovered, his powers and Destiny’s clash, triggering the start of Destiny’s demise and altering the fate of Celia’s unborn children.
Taran, her werewolf lover Gemini, and their allies must determine if it’s Fate who will decide what will become of Celia’s children, or if their lives and the world will perish with Destiny.

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It’s time to meet your destiny in OF FLAME AND FATE, the next installment of the Weird Girls Flame series by Cecy Robson. Fans of Ilona Andrews’ Kate Daniels series and the Cassandra Palmer series by Karen Chance, will devour this urban fantasy where the fate of the world lies in the hands of four unique sisters.

You can snag your copy of Of Flame and Fate on Amazon below. If you’re new to the Weird Girls series, start out with Sealed With a Curse to catch up and get to know the gang.

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Sue "DaVinciKittie" Brown-Moore is a veteran romance blogger and reviewer and the primary voice for GraveTells.com. Sue has been shamelessly pimping book boyfriends since 2010 and has won several blogging awards with GraveTells. Sue is also a freelance Developmental Editor passionate about helping authors bring out the best in their stories. She loves reading romance, fantasy, and sci-fi and edits any genre she reads for pleasure. You can follow Sue's editing blog, with tips and tricks for authors, at DaVinciKittie.com.
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