Did he? Or didn’t he? Magic can be a tricky beast, especially when you’re unsure who’s wielding it. Read on to find out how Braden handles this situation when it happens to him on a dark London alleyway in the early 1800s. Excerpt from: Coven at Callington Genre: a Regency fantasy romance (c) Shereen Vedam Chapter 1 – Part III London, England, September 1815 Braden stepped away from the wall. Instead of fleeing, the barguest raised its head and howled – a long, agonized call

A bored earl. A blessed sword. Hellhounds on the prowl. Not your typical day in a Regency neighborhood! Excerpt from: Coven at Callington Genre: a Regency fantasy romance (c) Shereen Vedam Chapter 1 – Part II London, England, September 1815 Thomas Drake Saint-Clair, Earl of Braden, normally viewed all strangers with suspicion. Tonight, he’d succumbed to the temptation to trounce an unknown opponent, even if only with cards. Little wonder. At one and twenty, he had finished h

Ever wondered what it would be like if the world around you were alive and watching everything you did? Would the creatures, inanimate objects even, simply see your drama as if they were viewing a TV show, or would they care what happened to you? What if they viewed their purpose for being alive in this world was to have an impact on your life? Step into that world, and find out. Excerpt from: Coven at Callington Genre: a Regency fantasy romance (c) Shereen Vedam Chapter 1 –

(For the Advanced Witch/Warlock) by Shereen Vedam Part II of II AN EFFECTIVE WORLD-BUILDING SPELL – a practical example In Part I, we learned the theory on how to build a world for a story. I I’m going to show how I used used this technique while developing my most recent release, Love Spell in London, The Cauldron Effect, Book 3. In this last book of the series, we have a hero who is equally hated by friends and foes alike, and a heroine who is fast falling in love with a ma

Of course, she could not say any of this to her cousin or her mother. Perhaps she could broach this topic tangentially. “Merryn, may I ask a personal question?” The Coven Protectress’s chuckles tumbled down to Grace. “Will you come out of the well if I promise to answer?” “No.” Her cousin’s humor died. “What do you wish to know?” “Did you love Dewer, even a little?” A grim expression spread over Merryn’s normally cheerful face, stirring an uneasy shiver in Grace. The Coven Pr

Chapter One Part II June 1816, Callington, Cornwall “Grace Elizabeth Adair, you are completely mad!” Merryn Saint-Clair shouted into the fifteen-foot deep wishing well. “Come out of there, at once.” Standing waist-high in cold water, embracing a squirming lamb, Grace was in no position to argue that point. She lifted the bleating animal higher. “Can you reach him?” The animal kicked out, no doubt startled at being suddenly elevated by unseen forces, and smacked Grace’s foreh