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Hey Peeps!

I have book news, but before we get to that . . .

 . . . Where in the bloody hell have I been?

 I mean, it’s been a while since I posted here.

I know.

I know.

 In this post, I will tell you the same thing as I told my subscribers since it’s an announcement and not top-secret news or content.

 Btw, if you’re not a subscriber to my newsletter, why not?

 If you want some exclusive news, giveaways, a chance to get my book before it goes live, and so much more, go ahead and subscribe.

 Here’s the link to subscribe, and no worries, I don’t spam or give away email addresses.

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Anyway, I’ve been around. If you follow me on Twitter, Instagram, or Facebook, you know I’m still alive. 

I’m aware it’s been a while since I sent a newsletter out, but a lot has happened these last few years, and this year we’ve been focused on self-care, shadow work, self-discovery, letting go of what doesn’t serve us, detaching, hacking into the Matrix, and figuring shit out. We had lost family members and friends, not from Covid, but one lost was suicide, so . . .

  . . . Yeah, not good. ðŸ˜¢
 
Keeping our mental health stable and healthy was a huge priority and will always be as it should be for everyone. But all in all this year has been a great year of recovery, truth, growth, manifestations, and prosperity.
 
Now for the book news . . .
 
I got a book deal for The Last O’Clery Witch! 
🥳

 


The book contract is exactly what I want right now, and I’m excited to start this new writing journey with my publisher and team.

I believe this book will be published in 2024, but I’ll letcha know when I get a date for its release.
 
Are you excited?
 
I hope you’re still with me on this crazy journey.
 
If you are, you’ll be hearing more from me now.

Btw, I don’t know if I’ll get an author website or not. I’ve done those before, and although I do love having one, I’m a minimalist and honestly, I really like Blogger. I’ve had it since 2011. That’s a long ass time – even before my first book Beyond the Eyes was published. So, I’ll see what happens, but regardless, I’ll still have Blogger. ðŸ˜Š

So, to refresh your memory on what The Last O’Clery Witch is about, I’m going to put an unedited, rough blurb here to give you a taste of what the story is about.
 
 
A witch moves to a hotspot for paranormal creatures and gets thrust into a hidden supernatural world that forces her to face her fears and embrace who she truly is.
 
1591, Scotland (Prologue)

Ainsley McGregor did the unthinkable that sealed her family’s fate—she boasted about her magick to her friends and shortly after, her entire family was executed for witchcraft. Ainsley nearly suffered the same fate but was spared and became immortal by unseen forces. She’s now the last O’Clery witch (her maw was an O’Clery. O’Clery witches are all female and powerful) and for centuries with a heavy heart, she followed her maw’s rules: only use your magick to make herbal remedies so you won’t risk turning dark, don’t read the grimoire, and never talk about your powers.

Present Day

When Ainsley moves to a hotspot for paranormal creatures, she’s startled when she sees through a supernatural’s glamour and can communicate with the dead. Now a spirit is pestering her to help him, and a reaper needs her assistance. Thankfully, Ainsley has Keaton, a cute vampire, to help her navigate this supernatural world she’s now entangled in. But when a narcissistic half-demon who stuffed the town’s founder’s soul into a crystal she wears around her neck and an alpha werewolf discovers Ainsley is an O’Clery witch, they threaten her to remove the moon curse off his pack. If she refuses, the half-demon will open the gates of Hell in their small touristy town. Ainsley must embrace being an O’Clery witch and accept her magickal abilities without fear and guilt. She’s determined to free the founder and at the same time fool her adversaries. Added to her troubles, someone from her past pays her a visit, surprising her in more ways than one.
 
That is it for now. 


If you don’t hear from me until January, have a wonderful holiday and a Happy New Year! 
🎉

2024 is the year of the dragon, and I think it’s going to be an ah-mazing year! 
🥰
 
Cheers! 
🥂

Rebekkah

Cover Reveal! Legends of Deceit by Author Rebekkah Ford





Title: Legends of Deceit

Author: Rebekkah Ford

Genre: Fantasy, New Adult









Legends of Deceit Blurb:

They know her.

They want her.

They’re poised to attack, but then a mysterious warrior with piercing green eyes saves her and nothing will ever be the same.

When Haven Evergreen was twelve, a witch cast a memory spell on her. Ten years later, Haven comes home and finds her mother murdered and two hooded beings lurking nearby.

Larkin Vestergaard is part of an elite team of soldiers. He’s on a special assignment to save the daughter of his king. When he sees Haven, he’s shaken to his core. Could she be the girl he lost long ago?

Larkin escorts Haven to a magical world where mythical creatures both beautiful and frightening exist. The truth of who she really is unravels, tearing the very fabric of her life. Despite her fierce attraction to Larkin, Haven longs to be back home where things are normal. But she’s forced to embark on a new journey of love, duty, and honor. Yet the pathway is paved with deceit, and it becomes a journey of life and death. 




Our ranch style house was nestled in the center of a grove of trees at the end of the street, away from the other houses due to my father purchasing two lots on either side. We liked our privacy, and my father loved his workshop on the south side of the house. I was glad to be home, looking forward to sleeping in my own bed. I noticed all the lights were off, including the one on the porch. Mom always left it on when I was out after dark. How odd. Maybe they went to a movie I guessed as I pulled into the driveway. I turned the headlights off and cut the engine.
Silence.
The air was even still.
My stomach dropped.
Something wasn’t right. I could feel it in my gut. I stepped out of the car. A thick, earthy concrete scent engulfed me—a sign of rainfall.  As I approached the front door, I reached in my pocket for the pepper spray, pulled it out, and opened the front door. “Mom. Dad. I’m home.” The whole house was dark. I pulled my cell from my pocket and turned the flashlight app on so I could see. There was a lingering burning smell like burnt plastic. I crossed the short hallway, the bright beam from my cell pointed straight ahead, brushing over the family pictures on the wall. I stepped into the kitchen that branched off to the left and flipped the switch on and off several times.
Nothing.
What the fuck?
“Mom, are you home?” I called, moving my phone in front of me so I could see. Ick. There must have been a dozen dead flies on the tiled floor, reminding me of the ones in the abandoned farmhouse. I stepped around the island in the center of the room. The toe of my shoe caught something. I tripped but grabbed the edge of the counter while jerking my cell down, illuminating the floor. I screamed and jumped back. In an instant my throat tightened and the tears flowed. “Noooo!” I quickly backed across the room and collapsed to the floor. My heart raced and broke all at the same time. With shaking fingers I dialed 9-1-1. Several sobs escaped my lips.
“Nine-one-one. Can I help you?”
My shaky fingers fluttered to my lips, the tips pressing on them.
“Can I help you?”
“I’m Haven Evergreen and . . . and . . .”
“It’s okay. Take your time.”
My heart split in half, and I bawled. “I . . . I . . . I just came home from Vegas and f-f-f-found my mom in the kitchen . . .  on the floor . . .  without her head.”



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Rebekkah Ford is an award-winning author who writes paranormal, fantasy fiction. She believes her fascination with the unknown derives from her childhood. When her parents were married, they were the directors of the UFO Investigator’s League. They also investigated ghost hauntings and Bigfoot sightings in addition to extraterrestrial cases. Rebekkah’s upbringing, knowledge, and experiences with the paranormal world, along with her colorful imagination, aids her in creating her stories.

Rebekkah has an irreverent sense of humor, and she believes having a dirty mind makes boring conversations more interesting.





Website: Author Rebekkah Ford: http://rebekkahford.com/








New Release! Wands, Spells, & Magic Tales Halloween Paranormal Box Set--Magic/Witchcraft For Only .99 Cents!





    Check out this box set. You get 9 books for only .99 cents! Tangled Roots is one of them. It's a new release special. A smokin' deal. Grab it while you can.
    WANDS, SPELLS, AND MAGIC TALES
    Halloween Paranormal Box Set — magic/witchcraft
    Paranormal Box Set — Complete Books Anthology — Hot New Release — Vacation Reading Package — Perfect Holiday Gift Idea
    9 COMPLETE NOVELS AND NOVELLAS FROM YOUR FAVORITE PARANORMAL AUTHORS.
    Due to mature content, situations, and language, this collection is recommended for audiences 18+. Some stories are written in American, some in Australian, and some in British English. The authors have chosen to stay true to their heritage.
    This box set includes a mix of already released and totally new novels and novellas, all complete works. Those books which are part of a series can be enjoyed fully without the need to read the complete series (though there is a chance you might develop story-addiction issues—for that, we apologize).
    WANDS, SPELLS, AND MAGIC TALES is a magnificent collection of witchcraft and magic paranormal books, some full-length novels, some short enough to read in one sitting, each one spellbinding. Every single compelling story was hand-picked for your enjoyment. 9 worlds to make your own, 9 thrilling adventures, 9 new sets of witchy friends. The perfect companion for late nights on the sofa, the perfect gift to those who enjoy a good read. Add it to your favorite kindle with one click now. https://www.amazon.com/Wands-Spells-Magic-Tales-Paranorm…/…/
    THIS BOX SET INCLUDES THE FOLLOWING TITLES:
    Eternal Island — K.S. Haigwood & Ella Medler
    Tangled Roots — Rebekkah Ford
    Haunted Raine — R.E. Hargrave
    The Wicked Awakened — Samantha Jacobey
    Witchwood Estate 1 & 2 — Patti Roberts
    Circle of Protection — Kendra Hale
    Weird I — Julie Elizabeth Powell
    Weird II — Julie Elizabeth Powell
    Weird III — Julie Elizabeth Powell

On Sale! Tangled Roots by #Author Rebekkah Ford

Hey, Everyone!

Tangled Roots is on sale for a limited time. It's $3.00 off the cover price! TR - Blog Cover

What if you were once a power witch in a previous life and can regain your magic . . . would you?

After eighteen-year-old Carrie Jacobson discovers she was a witch in a previous life, she seeks to reawaken that part of her soul. With the help of an eccentric enchantress and a boy who is more than he seems, Carrie succeeds and is spellbound by the memories of her life in Europe during the 1600s as a powerful witch named Isadora. Carrie reverts to her bewitching, more volatile form and sets out to break a curse she cast long ago on her coven.

Carrie’s boyfriend Tree cannot help feeling uneasy about the changes he sees in the woman he loves. When Carrie’s past clashes with the present and dark magic intoxicate her once again, Tree must take drastic matters into his own hands and attempt to save Carrie from herself.

With Tree’s help will Carrie be able to resist the allure of her new powers? Or will she plunge into the deep end and give into them?

Genre: Paranormal Fantasy 

What people are saying about Tangled Roots:

I loved this book, and the author is great in her story telling, you can feel the pain, love, and suspense.

Tangled Roots is fabulous and here's why: The details and background information is one-hundred percent accurate; the writing and characters are vivid and alive, and the story is tight and interesting.

This is such a great book with witches, magic and so much more!

Tangled Roots is on sale here:








Boxset Alert! New #Release! By Moonlight 15 #Paranormal books for only .99 cents! & #giveaway! Holy cow!

By Moonlight: 15 Novels and Novellas By #Paranormal #Authors For Only .99 Cents!



This is a really good deal you guys. 

Seriously. 

You get 15 complete novels and novellas by your favorite or soon-to-be-favorite authors for only .99 cents. All those awesome books costs less than a Starbuck’s coffee. You may not be able to read every story right away, but winter is just around the corner.

Yeah. Yeah. I know. Most of you don't want to think about the cold weather or white stuff, but it's true, and what better way to snuggle up in a warm blanket on the couch with a cup of coffee, tea, or hot chocolate, with some brilliant stories? 

If you pre-order now, on September 1st you’ll get all 15 tales straight away.

Do I have a motive behind my madness? 

Well, yeah. Tangled Roots is one of the books in the boxset. 

I’m not going to bullshit you. BUT, this is a really good deal. Even if one of my books wasn’t part of this wonderful collection, I’d still pimp it. 

I love bargains. 

Who doesn’t? 

And I want to spread the word about it.

Here’s the Amazon link to pre-order: http://amzn.to/1Jm4URp

Cheers and happy reading! J


Book Review: Voodoo Vows by #Author Diana Marie Dubois



This is an intriguing story about Rosie Delacroix who left her boyfriend, her best friend, her life, everything, after her mother’s disappearance. Then she decides to return to New Orleans and attempts to pick up and repair the broken pieces of her shattered life.

This tale is filled with a mystery that kept growing as the tale progressed. Halfway through this book, it captured me in its claws to where I had to know what was going to happen next. Then the ending. Omg, it’s a cliffhanger, and I want to know what’s going to happen next dang it!

Rosie’s best friend Jahane is a great character who loves Rosie unconditionally and supports her through and through. We all should have a friend and be a friend like Jahane. Then there’s Rosie’s boyfriend Julian, who despite her bailing on him, accepts her with open arms. They’re both crazy in love with each other. But Julian is cursed and at first, none of them are aware of the terrible fate that awaits him.

In her quest to discover what happened to her mother and why strange things are happening to her, Rosie discovers she comes from a long line of witches and is gifted a guardian—a Great Dane who she affectionately calls Athena. I love Athena and the fact she’s a magical canine who can telepathically communicate with Rosie. What a cute twist to this story. I love it.

As a reader, I enjoy books with imagination, thought, good characters, and a story that captures me. Voodoo Vows is one of them, and I’m looking forward to book two in this series. 





#SALE Only .99 Cents For A Limited Time! Tangled Roots by #Author Rebekkah Ford


                              
What would you do if you discovered you were once a powerful witch in the 1600s and can regain your magic . . . would you? Eighteen-year-old Carrie Jacobson once lived as a powerful witch named Isadora in Europe during the 1600s. With the help of an eccentric enchantress, Carrie regains her magic and unleashes an ancient curse that will change not only her life but the lives of others as well.

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*¨*.¸¸.Tangled Roots*¨`*.¸¸.*¨*.*¨*•.¸

Rebekkah Ford weaves delicious erotic imagery through her universe of ghosts, magic and the supernatural. Read one of her books and you will be an instant fan.~Reader's 5 star review


Excerpt from Tangled Roots:

I stood in a clearing deep in the forest with four followers. My fellows: Driscol, Jorsten, Lukas, and my baby brother Niklas. All of them had on the same dark, hooded cloak I wore. The torches we held blazed, casting us in a reddish orange glow against the night sky. The full moon was white, like marble glass. Its rays filtered through the canopy of trees, throwing layers of beams to the right and left of us, crisscrossing, as if the Moon Goddess was sheltering our coven from outsiders. Every cell in my body buzzed with magical energy from what I took from the earth when I made the elixirs I now carried in my pocket.

“As you know,” I said to the group, “Margaretha has been accused of causing frost on the crops in a diabolical plan to destroy her competitors, resulting in crop failure, plague, and malnutrition. Because of the loss of wine and grain, a period of hyperinflation ensued. We all know the accusation are false and misleading. Margaretha did nothing of the sort. The only guilt that weighs upon her shoulders also lies on ours: practicing control of the weather. But by no means were we the perpetrators of such stressful times. By no means did our weather-making practice stimulate the vicious nexus of supernatural beliefs and common reasoning. Nature is beautiful and ugly, temperamental even. From its bosoms, it bears wondrous gifts, but her misgivings grow beneath the surface and can erupt at any time and for any reason.” I paused long enough to look at each one of my fellows. They nodded in agreement. A fierce, affectionate love for them warmed my heart. “Margaretha,” I continued, “is innocent of all charges, so are Simone, Tobias, Ulrich, and my father.”

“Why don’t we save them?” Lukas asked.

He was the most adorable one out of the bunch, with his golden hair and eyes to match. However, he was the youngest and lacked common sense. He favored his emotions over reasoning. We were lucky to have reached him before he made a foolish mistake.

“Why ask something you already know the answer to?” Niklas asked. “Your magic is no longer effective due to your excessive use and possible punishment from the high counsel of witches.”

“But Isadora still has her magic,” Lukas countered. He met my eyes with his. There was no malice in them, only curiosity. “Why won’t you free your father and our friends? You have the power to do so.”

“My power is waning,” I told him. “I must conserve it to protect us.”

“But—” Lukas started to say, but Niklas elbowed him in the side and gestured for him to listen.

“When Jaegar told Niklas and me about the fate of our father and friends, I wanted to do nothing more than bring Hell’s fury down upon those involved in these witch hunts.” I pointed to Niklas. “He can confirm the truth I have just spoken.” Niklas nodded, and I went on. “Thankfully, Jaegar had the presence of mind to quell my wrathful state, so I could think clearly on the matter. After he departed to attend his store, I formulated a plan which would surely guarantee our survival.”

“An immortality spell,” Driscol said, a grin crossing his handsome face.

Ah, he possessed many enticing qualities that had more than once sent me in a tailspin of unvirtuous thoughts. Countless nights, as I lay skyclad beneath the moonlight, I’d envisioned straddling his tall, muscular frame and riding him as we paid homage to our ancestors. Jaegar was a skillful lover, but Driscol was a bit of a rogue—edgy and a trusted ally. Jaegar, on the other hand, I harbored reservations for. However, I was drawn to his touch and had given him my heart before I’d realized I did so. In truth, I knew it would be my undoing. There was no future for us, yet I gravitated to him like bears to honey.

“Correct,” I said, sending Driscol a flirty smile. He winked and brushed his brown hair out of his eyes. They appeared darker green than normal, and a hungry need filled them. Was it for me or for outwitting our oppressors? My body warmed at the mere thought of him touching it. “Well . . . theoretically speaking.”

“What do you mean?” Jorsten asked, shifting his weight, rubbing the stubble on his face. He was the rugged, beastly type in our group, with his dark, shoulder-length shaggy hair and dark eyes. He loved his ale and to have a grand time. He never cowered from a challenge or authority. I admired those qualities about him.

“All spells have a loophole,” I told them. “I plan on casting a transmigration spell after I see Jaegar tonight. Once this nightmare is over, we’ll meet here, and I’ll break the enchantment you’ll be under. If for some reason I run into some trouble, you my friends will live on, unless you choose to die or some accident befalls you.”




Here’s where you can purchase it for this smokin’ price.





Tangled Roots Is Live!!!

Tangled Roots is live and now the world can read it.


Eeep!

However, I already have 2 reviews up on Amazon, and they’re both 5 stars.

Yay!

Here is one of them:

Tangled Roots is fabulous, and here’s why: the details and background information is one-hundred percent accurate; the writing and characters are vivid and alive; and the story is tight and interesting.

This novel is a sub-story of some characters in Beyond the Eyes, but also stands alone quite nicely. Carrie always feels like an outsider, she doesn’t have a special power like her friends and boyfriend. After having a bout in the hospital with a serious condition, she is told she’s a witch. As if that’s not bad enough to dealt with, her life is about to become a nightmare; and she likes it. Demons, witches, and light walkers, all a part of Carrie’s life; how will it end?

I highly recommend Tangled Roots to all ages; the storyline will be of interest to all ages.

I was given an ARC in return for an honest review.



Since I love my readers and followers, here’s an excerpt from Tangled Roots. F.Y.I. I cut off the last paragraph, because it’s a spoiler, and I don’t want to ruin the story for the peeps who are going to read this witchy tale:

Excerpt from Tangled Roots: Isadora POV (point of view) The year 1630
I stood in a clearing deep in the forest with four followers. My fellows: Driscol, Jorsten, Lukas, and my baby brother Niklas. All of them had on the same dark, hooded cloak I wore. The torches we held blazed, casting us in a reddish orange glow against the night sky. The full moon was white, like marble glass. Its rays filtered through the canopy of trees, throwing layers of beams to the right and left of us, crisscrossing, as if the Moon Goddess was sheltering our coven from outsiders. Every cell in my body buzzed with magical energy from what I took from the earth when I made the elixirs I now carried in my pocket.
“As you know,” I said to the group, “Margaretha has been accused of causing frost on the crops in a diabolical plan to destroy her competitors, resulting in crop failure, plague, and malnutrition. Because of the loss of wine and grain, a period of hyperinflation ensued. We all know the accusation are false and misleading. Margaretha did nothing of the sort. The only guilt that weighs upon her shoulders also lies on ours: practicing control of the weather. But by no means were we the perpetrators of such stressful times. By no means did our weather-making practice stimulate the vicious nexus of supernatural beliefs and common reasoning. Nature is beautiful and ugly, temperamental even. From its bosoms, it bears wondrous gifts, but her misgivings grow beneath the surface and can erupt at any time and for any reason.” I paused long enough to look at each one of my fellows. They nodded in agreement. A fierce, affectionate love for them warmed my heart. “Margaretha,” I continued, “is innocent of all charges, so are Simone, Tobias, Ulrich, and my father.”
“Why don’t we save them?” Lukas asked.
He was the most adorable one out of the bunch, with his golden hair and eyes to match. However, he was the youngest and lacked common sense. He favored his emotions over reasoning. We were lucky to have reached him before he made a foolish mistake.
“Why ask something you already know the answer to?” Niklas asked. “Your magic is no longer effective due to your excessive use and possible punishment from the high counsel of witches.”
“But Isadora still has her magic,” Lukas countered. He met my eyes with his. There was no malice in them, only curiosity. “Why won’t you free your father and our friends? You have the power to do so.”
“My power is waning,” I told him. “I must conserve it to protect us.”
“But—” Lukas started to say, but Niklas elbowed him in the side and gestured for him to listen.
“When Jaegar told Niklas and me about the fate of our father and friends, I wanted to do nothing more than bring Hell’s fury down upon those involved in these witch hunts.” I pointed to Niklas. “He can confirm the truth I have just spoken.” Niklas nodded, and I went on. “Thankfully, Jaegar had the presence of mind to quell my wrathful state, so I could think clearly on the matter. After he departed to attend his store, I formulated a plan which would surely guarantee our survival.”
“An immortality spell,” Driscol said, a grin crossing his handsome face.
Ah, he possessed many enticing qualities that had more than once sent me in a tailspin of unvirtuous thoughts. Countless nights, as I lay skyclad beneath the moonlight, I’d envisioned straddling his tall, muscular frame and riding him as we paid homage to our ancestors. Jaegar was a skillful lover, but Driscol was a bit of a rogue—edgy and a trusted ally. Jaegar, on the other hand, I harbored reservations for. However, I was drawn to his touch and had given him my heart before I’d realized I did so. In truth, I knew it would be my undoing. There was no future for us, yet I gravitated to him like bears to honey.
“Correct,” I said, sending Driscol a flirty smile. He winked and brushed his brown hair out of his eyes. They appeared darker green than normal, and a hungry need filled them. Was it for me or for outwitting our oppressors? My body warmed at the mere thought of him touching it. “Well . . . theoretically speaking.”
“What do you mean?” Jorsten asked, shifting his weight, rubbing the stubble on his face. He was the rugged, beastly type in our group, with his dark, shoulder-length shaggy hair and dark eyes. He loved his ale and to have a grand time. He never cowered from a challenge or authority. I admired those qualities about him.
“All spells have a loophole,” I told them. “I plan on casting a transmigration spell after I see Jaegar tonight. Once this nightmare is over, we’ll meet here, and I’ll break the enchantment you’ll be under."



Heads up you guys. Tangled Roots is on sale until November. Here are the Amazon links if you're interested in purchasing it:




Also, I’m doing a book release party on Facebook this weekend. I have loads of cool stuff to giveaway. Everyone will have a chance to enter. There will also be fun games to play. Y’all are invited.




Cheers! J