The Bull Riding Witch
by Jamie Marchant
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GENRE: Urban Fantasy
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BLURB:
Daulphina’s father, the
king of Asteria, has always wanted a male heir. Unfortunately for him,
Daulphina’s magic means that will never happen unless her bastard half-brother
displaces her on the throne. But she’ll take on all the gods herself before she
lets that happen. He isn’t nice enough to be a good king.
But apparently, the
gods don’t like being challenged because she’s flung across the void and into
the dumpy old trailer and chiselled body of Joshua Killenyen, a rodeo bull
rider from Alabama. With nothing to eat but Frosted Flakes and no knowledge how
she got there, she better find a way home before she gets her head stomped in
by the bulls she must ride. Or her brother will take the throne and reduce her
people to slavery. Remember, he isn’t nice.
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Excerpt:
I woke with my head pounding and my tongue coated with the
fur balls of ten thousand cats. I nearly gagged at the stench that filled the
air, a scent that combined the reek of the inside of a knight’s armor after
jousting with the odor of rotting flesh.
Confused, I examined my surroundings. Hanging on the wall
facing me was a portrait of a huge bull with its head down and its heels kicked
high into the air. Incredibly, a man, holding onto a rope with only one hand,
sat on the bull’s back. Why would anyone ride a bull? Bulls were dangerous and
impossible to control.
Piled high on the bedside table were plates covered with the
remains of several meals, bowls with a few dregs of sour milk, and empty
bottles. The sheet I laid on was stained with various substances I didn’t want
to identify. Where was I? This was certainly no place worthy of me, the crown
princess. Maybe I had somehow ended in the servants’ quarters, although I
couldn’t imagine how.
I tried to sit up, and my head felt as if it were going to
split in two. I groaned, and the sound was deep and masculine. What the . . .?
I looked down at my arms. They were muscular and covered with hair. I grabbed
my naked chest. My breasts were entirely flat, and my chest was covered with
thick, coarse hair. When I rubbed my hand across my face, I felt thick stubble.
I looked down at the short clothes, which were the only thing I was wearing;
there was a bulge that just shouldn’t have been there. I lifted the waistband
and peeked. Dear gods, how had I gotten one of those? I poked it with my
finger, and it twitched. I snapped the waistband closed and jumped away, but I
couldn’t get away from the body I was wearing.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Jamie began
writing stories about the man from Mars when she was six, and she never
remembers wanting to be anything other than a writer. Everyone told her she
needed a back up plan, so she pursued a Ph.D. in American literature, which she
received in 1998. She started teaching writing and literature at Auburn
University. One day in the midst of writing a piece of literary criticism, she
realized she’d put her true passion on the backburner and neglected her muse.
The literary article went into the trash, and she began the book that was to
become her first novel. She writes about the fantastic . . . and the tortured
soul. Her poor characters have hard lives. She still teaches writing and
literature at Auburn University. She is the mother of a grown son.
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