It’s scavenger hunt time! I love it! Welcome, welcome, everyone. I‘m Amber Argyle, author of the Witch Song and Fairy Queen series. Big thanks go out to Colleen Houck for founding and organizing this event!
In addition to the amazing prizes offered by the hunt, I’m also offering a $20 Amazon gift card and the ebook Witch Song Box Set (you get points for getting free stuff!), just enter the rafflecopter at the bottom of the post!
Also, all the first books in my series have gone on sale for the hunt. Witch Song is free and Winter Queen is only 99 pennies!
TWO contests going on simultaneously, and you can enter one or all! I am a part of the RED TEAM-but there is also a blue team for a chance to win a whole different set of twenty-five signed books!
If you’d like to find out more about the hunt, see links to all the authors participating, and see the full list of prizes up for grabs, go to the YA Scavenger Hunt homepage.
She lives in a stone Victorian house in Ontario, Canada with a few resident ghosts who are allowed to stay as long as they keep company manners. She loves medieval dresses, used to be able to recite all of The Lady of Shalott by Tennyson, and has been accused, more than once, of being born in the wrong century. She believes this to be mostly true except for the fact that she really likes running water, women�s rights, and ice cream.
Aside from the ghosts, she also lives with her husband and their dogs. She likes gingerbread lattes, tattoos and books.
Alyxandra is featuring her book, A Breath of Frost. I adore the cover. Here’s a little more about it:
In 1814, three cousins�Gretchen, Emma, and Penelope�discover their family lineage of witchcraft when a binding spell is broken, allowing their individual magical powers to manifest.
But controlling their newfound gift is not the only challenge they face. While evading fortune-hunters and marriage proposals, they must unravel a dark family secret � one that reveals why, until now, their magical skills have been concealed; one that brings them face to face with a deadly foe . . .
And here’s Alyxandra’s exclusive content:
Alyxandra Harvey: The Lovegrove Legacy
�A woman who calls herself the Toad Mother is here to see you, my lady.�
Aunt Bethany set down her cup. �Excellent. Please show her to the terrace.� She rose from her chair. The cousins followed after her, despite not having received an invitation to do so. The garden terrace was surrounded with peony bushes and marble benches set into alcoves painted with scenes from Greek mythology. An easel sat in one corner, paint boxes opened and waiting. The Toad Mother waited in one of the alcoves.
�Thank you for coming so swiftly,� Aunt Bethany said.
The Toad Mother stood, toads hopping out of the garden to wait on the pebbled paths for her approach. �I don�t like Mayfair,� she said.
Aunt Bethany inclined her head. �I understand. You will be well compensated.�
�I expect so.� She looked up at the grand house, the extensive gardens, and the stables along the lane leading back out to the street. �It�s not a simple thing to shield a house like this from the Greybeards.�
�And yet it must be done. The Order is not welcome here and I know no one better suited to the task.�
She clicked her tongue. �Flattery,� she waved her hand. �Still, it�s the truth.�
�My father set alarms on our house when I was a child to warn against Greymalkin trespassers. Can you manage that as well?�
�Of course. I�ll need certain items from your house. Ashes from the kitchen fire, dust from the attic floor, and rosehip tea.�
�Rosehip tea?� Penelope asked. �What�s that for?�
�Gretchen, fetch the dust if you will, Emma you can gather the ashes. Penelope, see to the tea please.�
The cousins rushed off in different directions. When they returned panting and covered in dirt, Aunt Bethany hair�s had been shorn. Her long mahogany braid lay looped over the Toad Mother�s arm.
�Maman!� Penelope nearly dropped the tea.
�It�s nothing,� she replied, though she swallowed hard before speaking. �It�s only hair. And payment must be made.�
�That�s not all,� the Toad Mother reminded her, tucking the braid into her satchel. �I�ll collect the rest when it�s needed.�
�There�s more?� Penelope frowned. �What?�
�Shh,� her mother said, touching her arm. �It�s not important.�
�Magic�s not free, my girl,� the Toad Mother said, unconcerned with the glare shot her way.
�We have gold.�
�Pah, gold is useless. I need memories, fears, dreams, desire. A year�s worth of paintings in this case.�
�That�s not so bad, I suppose,� Penelope said. �Right?� she asked when her mother stayed silent and pale.
�You misunderstand,� The Toad Mother said, mixing the dust and ashes together in a small wooden bowl. Three white ospreys flew overhead, landing on the fence to watch the proceeding. She glanced at them, pursed her lips, then returned to her work. �Your mother is forbidden to draw or paint for a year and a day.�
The cousins goggled at her. Aunt Bethany loved to paint. She stood at her easel for hours every day. She always said it was more vital than air.
�All that creative energy, all that pain and beauty, will be mine instead.�
�Let it be, Pen,� her mother said softly.
She shook her head. Penelope subsided, but she was still scowling. Gretchen might be the one who courted trouble, but Penelope was the one with the temper. She led her mother to one of the benches and poured her a cup of the rosehip tea.
The Toad Mother walked the perimeter of the property, muttering and scattering a mixture of the ashes and dust mixed with salt and crushed evil eye beads. She drove an iron nail in each direction, just like the ones the Keepers carried in their pockets, only hers were wrapped in red thread instead of black. Gretchen felt the shimmer of magic in the air, like dust motes dancing in a sunbeam but she heard no whispering or buzzing. Whatever else might be said about her, she knew what she was doing.
A circle of light flared once, then died.
�It�s done,� the Toad Mother said, the bones on her shawl clacking. She looked at Emma intently. �You�ll come see me in the market, at the end of Silver Sickle lane.�
Emma blinked. �I will?�
She smiled. �Aye, so I can fix your problem.�
The Toad Mother only walked away, still smiling to herself as a snake crawled over Emma�s foot.
Who’s excited??? *raises hand* Thanks for sharing with us, Alyxandra!
And don’t forget to enter the contest for a chance to win a ton of signed books by me, Amber Argyle, and more! To enter, you need to know that my favorite number is 33. Add up all the favorite numbers of the authors on the red team and you’ll have all the secret code to enter for the grand prize!
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