How would I describe my book in five words?
Quirky genies, sexy demons, different.
What inspired me to write it?
Magical Redemption is the third in a series about Genies.
I was inspired by my sub-character Lucian from my previous release Magical Creations. Lucian was rather mean, but tried to redeem himself in the last book and so I thought I'll give him his redemption in his own book - though he really has a lot of work to do!
I also was desperate to write about some of the random mythological creatures I've come across in my research, particularly the Malaysian mythological beasts like the pelesit (evil grasshopper!), chupacabras, Hellcats, Nagas and Bomohs. I write for fun and interest, and this book typifies that.
And here's the snippet!
Lucian was in a world of pain. How long had he been hanging there? He didn’t know. The icy, London air sliced around his barely clad body with the precision of a surgical blade. He shivered.
“Hester. Fess,” he groaned, hoping against hope they would return. “Come!”
Lucian closed his eyes then sunk his chin down onto his chest. He bit his lip to stem the agony. His hands strapped high above his head were dead from lack of blood. For the millionth time, he cursed himself for his foolishness―he should never have betrayed the Family.
“You came back,” he croaked.
The two Hellcats stared implacably at their master. Their coats, more flame than fur, flickered in the growing dark as they stepped closer. The odor of burning toast filled the magical cell.
“Did you bring anything?” Lucian gasped at the ripple of agony smashing down his spine as he raised his head.
Hester, the female Hellcat, dropped a bottle of water on the invisible cell floor. Lucian looked down in pain. He saw the heads of pedestrians walking beneath him. He looked at the bottle as it
rolled uselessly on the transparent floor.
“Hester, I can’t drink that. My arms are trapped.” He groaned and wrestled for a brief moment with the magical constraints that hung him. The Hellcat snarled and bared ebony teeth. She looked annoyed. “Fess?” Lucian asked. The second Hellcat stalked up behind his mate with a dead pigeon in his mouth. Its neck was broken, and a tiny but swollen tongue protruded from its parted beak. A low moan slipped unbidden from Lucian’s mouth. “How am I supposed to eat or drink this?”
Lucian’s throat burned with thirst. He caught sight of the bottle of water, again. This was torture upon torture.
“I’m going to fucking die here,” he cried.
If you like the sound of Magical Redemption, it will be available at all good booksellers sometime today.
Additionally I blog regularly about myths and mythology over at my blog; www.magicalgains.blogspot.com
Have an awesome Wednesday!