Sorceress – Super Hero #3
Superhero, Urban Fantasy
(11 Sept. 2019)
I thought a magical superhero murdering people was someone else's problem.
Then he killed someone I love.
Now I'm going to make myself his problem.
But first I have to find him. Hopefully before he kills again.
A half-trained sorceress like me versus Earth's most powerful sorcerer?
What could possibly go wrong?
This is a series of 3 of which I read books 1 and 2 some time ago, but book 3 was then published, so I re -read 1 and 2 to remind myself of the storyline. Available in paperback and KU.
Our flawed heroine begins to mature into a responsible adult in book 3 as her relationship with Ghost – the Hero – develops during the hunt for Millenium.
In this world we have official Heroes. And Metahumans. I’m not sure what the difference exactly is except that registered Heroes are just that – registered with costumes and known powers. This is very much the Comic Book world written into a novel with a Hero Guild and enforcers to ensure that Heroes behave appropriately. Society at large accepts Heroes but doesn’t know about Magic even though it is there and everywhere but hidden. There is a belief that Mundanes – i.e. ordinary humans – would accept Heroes but not magic users as it is too easy for magic users to behave selfishly and to harm others. They are not controllable would be the belief. Except they are controlled by a rigid hierarchy of magical creatures. And mythical creatures are real – see Fairies and goblins and dwarves.
Our Sorceress, Sage, is a magic user who also has metahuman – and then some – powers and strengths, and thus can hide in plain sight as a Hero or a bodyguard to mythical creatures. But in previous books, Sage was thrown into jail and thus has a difficult background and finds it hard to find a job, let alone control her rage or strength and magic. In this book, working with Ghost helps her to begin the control and she also works on developing her magic which she had abandoned after her father’s death.
These are fun books – comics as books – lots of snark, bad puns and jokes and great deeds from our Heroes!
(Angelbound Offspring #7)
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult
Published by: Monster House Books
Publication date: May 25th 2021
Princess. Warrior. Dragon Shifter. Huntress. When it comes to protecting her family, eighteen-year-old Princess Huntress is known for kicking ass, taking names and then kicking a little more ass, just to be sure. She’s the last of her kind—a glass dragon shifter—and no matter what the threat, Huntress always tracks it down solo. Then Huntress meets the leader of the L’Griffe crime family, Gage Beaufort, who is a dashing dragon shifter with a knee-melting stare. The attraction is instant, yet Huntress hates it. Why? Crime syndicates hurt royal authority, which means they threaten her family. Long story short, being with Gage is just wrong. Besides Huntress already has a rock-solid life plan, and that’s to fight alone, forever. No relationships, thank you very much. But when a new danger threatens the royals, everything changes. Now Huntress needs a mercenary army and fast, so she forges an alliance with L’Griffe. To protect those she loves, Huntress agrees to marry someone she loathes: Gage Beaufort. But will the extra help be enough? Even worse, Huntress’ family isn’t the only thing at risk–the same is true for the princess’ heart. Because Gage is a man who always gets what he wants. In this case, the crime lord desires Princess Huntress, body and soul. “With Angelbound Offspring, every page is entertaining… an exciting story that unfolds with magic, dragons, a little romance and a villain to despise.” – Tonja, GoodreadsPerfect for readers seeking a clean fantasy adventure in the spirit of omegaverse romanceAngelbound Offspring 1. Maxon 2. Portia 3. Zinnia 4. Rhodes 5. Kaps 6. Mack 7. Huntress Maat and Xavier, true to their aggressive, passionate natures, must also battle their way through a most unusual courtship. Can their love grow amidst the destruction and rebuilding of a society under siege? Or will they kill each other first?
Can you tell your readers something about why you chose this particular topic to write about?
Right now, I am happily touring the blogosphere as part of the launch for HUNTRESS, book #7 in my Angelbound Offspring series. I got the idea for this novel after reading some omegaverse stuff. In the omegaverse world, there’s more structure about being a fated mate versus just—BLAM—I love you! So I found that intriguing. That said, the omegaverse is pretty explicit, so I needed to ditch the concept and rebuild it from scratch so it’s appropriate for a younger reader.
What appealed to you about writing HUNTRESS?
I’m a big fan of characters discovering their worlds alongside the reader. In HUNTRESS, our heroine has a memory block in terms of what it really means for her to be a glass dragon. We get to join her as she finds herself again… literally.
Why do you think it is different and your approach is unique True story: I recently asked my readers this question so I find the right key words for my book descriptions. The biggest thing readers found different about my work is my unique approach to epic fantasy. I craft different worlds for each of my books. So if you want to lose yourself in another reality, then I’m your author!
How long do you think about a topic before deciding to write about it? I map things out, come back, and tweak them again. Wash, rinse, repeat. From the start of the process, it’s probably at least three years. By the time I get down to intensively writing, it can be 6-8 weeks.
Do you have a set of notes or a note book where you write down topics that appeal before making a decision as to which topic this time? I use Pinterest a ton. You can check out my boards here.
How long does it take to research a topic before you write? As a fantasy writer, I don’t research so much go through a process of trial and error. Example: in my book, HUNTRESS, I originally wanted the character of Gage to have his dead parents talking in his head. It made for a few funny scenes—and the idea certainly isn’t out there a ton—but in the end, it just didn’t work for the character. So I ripped it out and did something else. This goes on and on until at some point, I read the draft and say, that’s it!!!
Thanks for having me by as part of the launch tour for HUNTRESS!
Christina Bauer thinks that fantasy books are like bacon: they just make life better. All of which is why she writes romance novels that feature demons, dragons, wizards, witches, elves, elementals, and a bunch of random stuff that she brainstorms while riding the Boston T. Oh, and she includes lots of humor and kick-ass chicks, too.
Christina graduated from Syracuse University’s Newhouse School with BA’s in English along with Television, Radio, and Film Production. She lives in Newton, MA with her husband, son, and semi-insane golden retriever, Ruby.
Max and the Spice Thieves
(Secrets of the Twilight Djinn #1)
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult
Publication date: April 20th 2021
When his mother goes missing, Max Daybreaker’s world is turned upside down. Luckily, a crew of Spice Pirates, led by the mysterious Captain Cinn, help Max on his dangerous mission across the three seas. Along the way, an unlikely alliance aids in his search—a teenage warrior queen, a three-eyed seer, and an assassin spy. Their journey takes them through treacherous lands while facing shapeshifting bears, an ancient witch, harpies, and the nightmarish Djinn, who will stop at nothing to enslave the world. With every new challenge, Max unlocks the secrets of his unsettling past. Powers awaken within, forcing him to question everything he knows. Is Max who he thinks he is? Only time and destiny will tell…
Can you tell your readers something about why you chose this particular topic to write about?
Max and the Spice Thieves was a book that I never intended to write but was born out of necessity. My son was diagnosed with Cold Urticaria from a young age, and with it came some severe reactions that landed us in the hospital.
The first time it was really an issue was during a visit to the happiest place on Earth- Disney World. Our family stayed at the Animal Kingdom resort (imagine giraffes outside your window when you wake up.) My son spent time in the pool, and when he got out, he was covered in hives and had a fever. We called the front desk for help, and the Disney EMTs showed up in the room. (I didn’t know they existed. They were terrific). We realized Max was struggling, and so was our family as we felt helpless to help him. As we spent time in ERs and overnight stays at the hospital, I began writing the Enchanted Boy. In it, the boy, Max, had magic inside him that made him sick whenever he went outside. Max was brave and powerful, and once the spell was released, he felt better. I wrote a chapter a day and read it to him by night.
Our Max began to improve, and one day he came home from school and asked, “Where is my book?” I had never intended to publish the adventures of Max Daybreaker, but my Max insisted. So, three rewrites, four extensive edits, two different covers, and a title change, and Max and the Spice Thieves is now a reality. Book two is almost complete, and it is shaping up to be more than three books in the series.
Max is brave and loyal and values family more than anything else in the book, as does the real Max at home. Max is a strong, young male protagonist, which is not written about often in Middle-Grade fiction these days, so I believe it makes it unique and enjoyable for fans of that genre.
No matter what happens with Max and the Spice Thieves or the rest of the Secrets of the Twilight Djinn series, I really care about one fan and want to make him happy- my son Max.
Wrath and Ruin
multi author bundle
Sci-fi, Fantasy, Adventure
Carter and Bradley
2 Jan 2018
25 bestselling authors. 24 exclusive novels. One epic collection.
Take flight with all new and exclusive stories that are out of this world, including full-length novels from some of today's most popular names in science fiction and fantasy! From magnificent dragons, bloodthirsty aliens, and mad genetic engineers to intergalactic wars, magical curses, and fantastical worlds, you'll find everything you've been waiting for in this heart-stopping, limited edition collection. With over 100 hours of reading, you'll be able to travel to faraway lands and distant planets. A safe return cannot be guaranteed.
Another selection of first novels in a series, in a wide variety of genres, for the reader to choose from. with lots of magic, shifters, and dark and evil deeds, heroes, heroines and monsters.
A Christmas to Die For
Genres: Fantasy, LGBTQ+, Romance, Science Fiction
Publication date: December 4th 2020
Drink way too much tequila at the office Christmas party? Check.
Get fired after doing something stupid at said Christmas party? Check.
Hallucinate flying reindeers in the sky? Check.
Watch those flying reindeer turn into naked people …? Check?
Discover magical elves are trying to kill you? Um … Wait! I don’t want to check that one!
Either I’m having the most epic blackout or my hangover has thrown me into the craziest world that has ever existed. I just found out that Santa is not only real, but he and his people can shapeshift into reindeer. I also just discovered that elves are real, which would be cool, except they’re evil and want to kill me! If that wasn’t bad enough, the elves and reindeer are at war with each other. So, not exactly like the cheery, heartwarming stories we’ve been told.
If a war between elves and reindeer isn’t shocking enough, it hardly holds a candle to finding out that I’m supposed to be the one person who can save an entire planet. Yeah, talk about being totally unqualified for the job. At least that overshadows the fact that I might now have a Santa kink when the young, hot, white-haired warrior is sent to protect me. But can I really help save Santa and his people? Can I stop the elves? Or is everyone doomed to suffer the deadliest Christmas ever?
To find out if this will be a Christmas to die for, buckle up in your sleigh, pour yourself an eggnog, and sing a Christmas tune, because this tale is about to get jolly and insane.
For some reason—probably because I’m drunk—I feel more alone tonight than I have in a long time. I worry that maybe I won’t bounce back as easily as I have before.
When am I going to feel secure? Safe?
“Ru …” I whine, moving back to the front of my imaginary friend and staring at his bright red nose. This has to be the most ridiculous thing in the world, but I still grab some of his fur in the front and tug. “Come down here.”
My six-foot two stature isn’t tall enough for my new fake, furry friend, but I need a hug. Hell, I can’t even remember the last time I felt like I needed this, or the last time I had a hug. How sad is that?
Given this isn’t real, Rudolph is surprisingly stubborn. In fact, I have to use every bit of strength I have to get his large face to come near me, and I get the distinct impression he’s not happy. But I don’t care. He’s from my imagination, and I need a damn hug.
I wrap my arms around his too-wide neck and attempt to pull myself together, finding a comfort there that would likely get me put in a mental institution for life.
Whooshing noises sound around us, but I barely hear it over my deep breathing.
Why do I feel like crying? Men don’t cry. Well, not unless they have just thrown their guts up over their naked body from stage fright after attempting a career as a cam boy. I gave myself a pass that day.
But, even though I’m in complete denial about crying, tears wet my face as I give in to the feeling of despair and loneliness. Why do I have to be such a fuckup? Why does everything and everyone I touch turn to shit?
Heat overwhelms me, soaking away the cold that crept into my body after lying on the icy ground, and though the breeze is chilly and promising a future snowstorm, I suddenly have the urge to take off my jacket.
“You’re like a furnace,” I grumble at Rudolph, not removing my grip.
For some unlikely reason, this hug with my fake reindeer is the best thing to happen to me since the two weeks I was able to get a signal on my TV at home and could stream unlimited shows for that entire fortnight. I’m not ready to give it up yet, even if I’m probably just hugging a tree while picturing my fake reindeer.
I keep my eyes closed, my breathing finally calming down, when I notice something moving against me—perhaps Rudolph trying to shake me off. Either way, at the feel of something hard against the entire length of my body, I open one eye to find I’m no longer hugging a supersized reindeer.
I’m hugging a man!
“Shit!” I gasp, dropping my hands from around the neck of a strange man who must be over eight feet tall, given he still has to bend over for me to hug him. Then I promptly fall on my ass, not feeling the impact since I’m still in shock.
I wipe my eyes, first to get the wetness out of them, and then because what I’m seeing can’t be real.
At first, all I notice is that every bit of hair on this giant’s head is white, and he has a lot of hair—a mane on his head and a crazy huge beard any biker would be proud of. It’s so odd to see such prominent white hair on a man who looks my age, because this giant is not old, even given the wizened color of his hair. No, I would put money that he isn’t older than thirty. In fact, every person here has the same stark white hair as my Rudolph, though they all look similar in age to him.
That’s odd, right?
Okay, scratch that, the weird part is clearly the changing from animal to human. Not the hair situation. Still …
Unfortunately, just a few feet from reaching what I hope will be freedom, several arrows—which look to be on fire!—shoot down from the sky. They miss me, but most become embedded against the walls and roof of my house.
I have one moment to wonder what the hell they are before the building explodes.
An invisible, heated shockwave hits me, taking me off my feet and pushing me backward. I slam into a tree trunk and crack my head, giving me an instant headache.
Arms wrap around me, gripping tight enough to cut off my breathing, and my view of my exploding home instantly changes to the tree line surrounding my property as I’m shuffled away from the wreckage.
I look up to find Rudolph holding me. So … not a tree, then.
Then I realize he’s still naked!
This can’t be happening.
He shields me from the debris flying through the air; all my worldly possessions becoming nothing more than burning embers and rubble.
“No!” I groan while the pounding in my head worsens.
I need to wake up. I need to get away.
A growl has me looking back up at Rudolph, the vibration of it rumbling through my own body while I’m still tightly held against him. He turns us back to the crater that used to have my house sitting there.
Rudolph’s gaze is fierce, and I notice the men and women from before are turning back into reindeer. As in, their bodies are changing shape until they are no longer human!
What the fuck?
“Ru?” I gasp, my entire world now shaken to its core.
I barely have time to process that everything I owned, everything I have collected over the years, is now gone before someone lands over the rubble. In fact, many beings land. Dozens of them.
Somewhat belatedly, under the light of the moonlit clouds and glowing embers that used to be my house, I register that these beings barely look human. Their ears are pointed, their teeth sharp as they hiss at us, and their eyes are black. The clothes they wear are a dull green, and they each have dozens of arrows and spears at their backs in a pouch. Actually, some of them already have arrows and spears in hand, moving their arms back in the same way a javelin thrower might.
Are these the elves Rudolph mentioned earlier?
Okay, reindeer and elves? This has to be some sort of cosmic joke on me. Then again, the destruction of my house is no joke. And the deadly intent on the elves’ faces, as they look to be preparing an attack, is definitely no joke.
In fact, I’m pretty sure I’m screwed. And crazy.
Can’t forget the crazy part.
“So, you like the milk, but what about the cookie?” He slides a plate that has sat off to the side of us the entire meal. On it is a large, round object with dark spots. My human called it a chocolate chip cookie when he asked for it. It’s large enough to take up the entire plate.
“You expect me to eat that?” I can’t even muster up any sort of enthusiasm for it. It looks like hard dirt with specks of dark mud in it.
“Yep, but only after you get a refill. The best way to eat a cookie is to dunk it in milk.”
I eye the cookie again, wondering why I’m even considering putting myself through all of this for my human.
“Are you sure this is important? We could be back in the hotel room …” I remind him, hoping the nudge will push him in the right direction, which would be any direction away from this cookie at this point.
Unfortunately, a waitress refills my glass, and then my human rips off a small chunk from the cookie.
I’m the Santa of Christmas, the highest rank in our military, the wartime leader of my people, and one of the most feared foes of the elves, yet here I am, succumbing to my human, who is force-feeding me rubbish.
What have I become?
Scrounging together whatever bravery and fearlessness I hold during battles, I take the offered poison and dunk it in the milk. Then I close my eyes as I shove the entire thing in my mouth.
I consider just swallowing it whole, figuring my body can save me from the taste, but already my body heat helps to melt whatever ingredients are in this cookie so it crumbles into my mouth.
And … I have to say, it’s not that bad.
Jessica lives in Adelaide, South Australia. When she is not writing, you can find her reading, napping or watching excessive amounts of TV. Connect with her on Facebook and Goodreads.