Today is my stop on the Black Magic’s Prey blog tour by Kristin McTiernan. For my stop, I have an extract from the book to share with you.
Black Magic’s Prey by Kristin McTiernan
Release Date: 10th of October 2018
Print Length: 177 pages
Genre: Paranormal Fantasy
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Tess has been stalker-free for fifteen years. She’s been living in trailer parks and preparing to run at any minute—all because in ninth grade she turned down the wrong Brujo. He comes from a long line of male witches and even back in high school, his powers were terrifying.
He used those powers to punish Tess. To make her do things. Awful things.
Now she has a new life. She’s got a good job, a decent Airstream trailer, and a best-friend-maybe-girlfriend. She’scareful not to reveal too much about her dark past.
But none of that matters. No matter where Tess goes, he will always find her. Unless she’s willing to trust a man who may be even more twisted than her stalker’s curse.
Black Magic’s Prey Extract
“So do you want to tell me what happened?” Caroline asked the question in a disinterested way, getting out of bed and busying herself with a search for cigarettes, as if she had no real preference if I responded or not.
I watched the casual way she paused to wrap her hair into a bun and stick a pencil through it, extending the time before she would pick up her cigarette and light it, and I would have to answer her one way or another.
In the time it took her to suck in her first drag and let the smoke drift from her full lips, I’d braced myself against the reality of being completely alone again, this time forever.
“You remember I told you about my stalker?” I began, stupidly. What a dumb thing to say.
Caroline blinked at me, her mouth dropping open. “Jesus, it wasn’t Dwight, wasit? Your stalker?”
“No, of course not.” I swatted away the ridiculous suggestion. I wished it was something so simple. “Listen, you’re not going to believe me, okay. You’re just not. But I’m telling you anyway because I can’t think of a convincing lie.”
Caroline knit her brows together and leaned back against the kitchen counter, uncharacteristically silent as she waited for me to spit it out.
“My stalker can make me do things. That’s why I got into so much trouble as a kid. It’s why my parents surrendered me to the state and it’s why I had to drop out of Notre Dame and finish my degree online. He has abilities I can’t explain. And for whatever reason, he’s still pissed I turned him down for a date in ninth grade. He made me do something gross in class and later he almost killed me by making me walk down a busy highway. And yesterday he made me stab a guy for no reason.”
I vomited the words at her with such speed we were both out of breath when I finished. I couldn’t bring myself to look at her face, which was no doubt stretched in shock, so instead, I looked at her cigarette and its ever-lengthening line of ash.
A minute passed, then two, with only the sound of our breathing in the room. Finally, Caroline staunched her cigarette in the sink and put her hands on her hips, looking down pensively. “When you say he makes you do things,” she asked carefully, “Do you mean the memory of him gives you flashbacks? And you do things you normally wouldn’t?”
The question was like a slap in the face. Funny how it hurts even when you’re expecting it. “No, that’s not what I mean, Caroline.” I jumped out of bed and snatched my bra and yesterday’s trousers off the floor, not bothering to put them on for the few steps between our two trailers. “It’s okay. I knew you’d think I was crazy. It’s fine. Tell David he’s off the hook. I’ll call the courthouse and ask them for a public defender.”
“Oh for Christ’s sake, Tess. Stop.” Caroline darted in front of me and slammed the door shut before I could walk through it. Four inches taller and quite a bit heavier, I didn’t think I could move her away from the door without getting nasty, so I just shot her a glare.
“I’m asking for clarification because you scoff at anything you can’t see and touch. Hell, you laughed when I told you I felt the Holy Spirit when I had my first communion. So I’m asking you what you really meant.” She stomped on the last word, leaning in close to my face as if I had trouble understanding her.
I blinked, trying to clear the tears. I had laughed at her, hadn’t I? What a dick move. But in my defense, it wasn’t meant to be mean. It was an uncomfortable laugh, maybe a little spiteful. I’d had a first communion too, though Lutheran rather than Catholic. I’d also gone begging to three different Catholic priests, asking for baptism or an exorcism, or anything else they had in their bag of tricks to help me. But there was no Holy Spirit who came along to save me from him.With nothing positive to say about her brief touch with the divine, I’d just given one of those weird laughs. I hadn’t realized it hurt her.
“I’m sorry I laughed at you,” I mumbled. “I’m not comfortable talking about religion because of everything with my stalker. I prayed so hard for God to help me and there was nothing. No one to help me. Priests, youth pastors, even a damnVoodoo lady… they all looked at me like I was crazy. And now you are too.”
I bit down on my bottom lip and closed my eyes, hating the pity on her face more than the disbelief.
“I don’t think you’re crazy,” she said, wrapping her arms around me. I absolutely did not want to be hugged right now. But if this was going to be our last day as friends, I may as well have a last one.
“Was he there at Excelsior yesterday? When you stabbed Dwight?”
“Not the way you think.”
She pulled away from the hug and smoothed my hair back. “Tell me.”
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Let’s Get to Know Kristin McTiernan
After waffling between joining a convent and enlisting in the Marines, I settled on the latter at the age of seventeen. After finishing my enlistment, I studied English literature with the intent of becoming a teacher.
But after realizing I loved words more than teaching others, I used my degree to become a professional writer and editor, first with the federal civil service and then with the private sector.
A lover of all things spec-fic, I wrote about women in weird situations, whether it’s magic or time travel, and enjoy the journey I take my characters on.
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