Hidden Gypsy Magic by Tena Stetler is a book worth reading #pnr #paranormalromance #paranormalmystery #bookboost #wrpbks
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    • Jan 31
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Hidden Gypsy Magic by Tena Stetler is a book worth reading #pnr #paranormalromance #paranormalmystery #bookboost #wrpbks



Title Hidden Gypsy Magic 

Author Tena Stetler

Genre Paranormal Romance/Mystery

Publisher The Wild Rose Press    

 

Book Blurb

 

The Salem Wildlife Sanctuary is Gwen Taylor's life work. Her Irish Gypsy heritage provides a hidden talent she uses to help the creatures under her care. But even her magical skills can't help new rescues in dire need of veterinary care.

 

The opportunity of signing on as the vet for Gwen's sanctuary dropped into Brock Scutter's lap after he expanded his practice to include wildlife. The personal attraction he and Gwen experience is undeniable the more their professional and personal lives collide.

 

Touring the only "non-haunted" house in Salem they both feel a spark of magic. A trip to his family's cabin uncovers a heritage he didn't know existed. If they want a future together, it means facing the consequences of awakening hidden Gypsy magic and a race against the clock to correct past wrongs.

 

Excerpt

 

Carefully, Gwen took the poppet and eased her hand into the painting. A vortex sucked her arm then her entire body into the painting swirls of red, blue, and yellow swam around her then she was falling. She gulped in air as her stomach flipped threatening to spill its contents into the void. Her throat hurt from screaming, yet there was no sound. Something hard hit her backside, then it was quiet, she blinked and rubbed her eyes. Finding herself sitting in a rocking chair that squeaked announcing her arrival, she straightened and several pairs of eyes peered at her with interest. The room was familiar— it was the living room of Brock’s soon-to-be house, only the furnishings were quite different. The dragon staircase…

 

Before she could grasp what was happening a swirling portal of colors opened up in the center of the room. With a whoosh Pepper unceremoniously landed in the middle of the hardwood floor with a thud.

 

Pepper jumped up and brushed herself and stared at Gwen. “Another fine mess you’ve gotten us into. I nearly didn’t catch a hold of your magic trail into the painting.” She paused and glanced around. “Where the hell are we?” Pepper switched her attention to the three women and two men observing them from wooden chairs scattered around the room. “Hey, this is Brock’s house…but it isn’t. Oh no…” Her hand flew to her mouth as she sidled over and positioned herself to the side of Gwen’s chair.

 

“What?”

 

“Judging by the clothes these people are wearing, and the decor, the painting seems to have sucked us back in time,” Pepper whispered eying the group sitting before them.

 

"Friend or foe?" she whispered back. Clearing her throat, she stood. "Is there a reason you have summoned us here?" 

 

Slowly the youngest of the group, a girl looking to be in her late teens got to her feet.  "You are our only hope to correct the grave injustice done to our family."

 

"How do you figure?" 

 

 The teen's long skirt rustled as she wiped her hands on her white apron and held out her hand. "I'm Beth Colson." At the scathing look, the older woman gave the girl her face reddened. "Elizabeth Colson but my friends call me Beth."

 

"Okay Beth, why or better how are we here?" Gwen asked with more bravo than she felt, hoping these people were more friend than foe.

 

"We didn't carelessly burn down our house. Judge Hathorne did as a warning. "He's a bad person for more reasons than most know."

 

Pepper's shoulders relaxed as she studied the girl. "History reflects that he was a cruel zealot unable to show mercy. They referred to him as the "Hanging Judge" using his bench to commit murder. That's a pretty bad reputation."

 

"Well deserved. But he…" the girl glanced back to the others. When the older woman nodded encouraging the girl blurted, "He burned down our house because I saw and heard him casting spells. He was a witch."

 

"You've got to be kidding. Are we talking about the same John Hathorne that persecuted all the witches in the Salem Witch Trials?" Pepper brushed off bits of dust from her jeans.

 

"The very same. He never allowed witnesses or the accused to clear their names before he pronounced them guilty of witchcraft. No one suspects. He'll kill me if he gets that chance. My grandmother, mother, and my aunt have all been accused of witchcraft."

 

The two older women nodded sadly.

 

"I suspect mother and my aunt will be arrested soon. This night, a warrant will be issued for me. But I'll disappear before they catch me. Before I go, I want to set the record straight."

 

"What proof do you have?" Gwen asked.

 

Beth walked over and gently took Pepper's and Gwen's hands and closed her eyes.

 

Immediately a scene played out in Gwen's mind of a man standing in front of a wooden table. Candles burned brightly as he poured over a large book open on the table. The man raised his arms and tossed something into a bowl on the surface. A shadow rose out of the pages of the book and floated toward the door. A loud knock on the door caused the man to jump, spin around to face the sound. Gwen involuntarily sucked in a breath as Pepper gasped. The man in the room was Judge John Hathorne.  The scene faded from her mind and Beth dropped their hands.

 

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Author Biography

 

Tena Stetler is an international best-selling author of award winning paranormal romance and cozy mysteries with an over-active imagination.  She wrote her first vampire romance as a tween, to the chagrin of her mother and the delight of her friends. Colorado is home; shared with her husband, a brilliant Chow Chow, a spoiled parrot and a fifty-five-year-old box turtle. When she’s not writing, her time is spent kayaking, camping, hiking, biking  or just relaxing in the great Colorado outdoors.  Her books tell tales of magical kick-ass women and mystical alpha males that dare to love them. Travel, adventure and a bit of mystery flourish in her books along with a few companion animals to round out the tales.

 

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