Castles & Cauldrons: A Paranormal Witch, Demon, Ghost Thriller (The Castle Point Witch Series Book 2) by Tammy Tyree ➱ Book Tour with Rafflecopter
Join Alexandra Heale, now the High Priestess of underground witches, as she battles demonic nuns and faces the Witch Hunters to save her kidnapped best friend, Penny.
Castles & Cauldrons
The Castle Point Witch Series Book 2
by Tammy Tyree
Genre: Paranormal, Supernatural Ghost Thriller
Castle Point's nunnery is wreaking havoc on Alexandra Heale's personal property. The nuns, under the rule of an ancient demon, are acting anything but holy.
Alexandra's best friend and fellow witch, Penny, is missing, presumably kidnapped and being held by the Witch Hunters in the bowels of Castle Dagon.
Alexandra, now High Priestess of the underground witch population, is already at the mercy of Blake Sheraton, Deputy Sheriff sworn to uphold Earl Dagon's ancient law against the practice of witchcraft.
Battling another demon and a group of possessed nuns while trying to save her friend will surely cinch her fate.
Alexandra, torn between her love/hate feelings for Blake and her desire to exist, enlists the help of badass Master Herbalist and burgeoning witch, Theodora Cunningham, to do the impossible; create a potion that would banish the demon and bring peace back to Castle Point.
If only they could do so without being captured and burned at the castle pyre...
If you love the classic Witches of Practical Magic, the paranormal investigations of the Palmetto Point Witch Series by Wendy Wang, or the slow-burn romance and humor of The Witches of Hollow Cove by Kim Richardson, then you'll love this book!
"Castles & Cauldrons" is the intensely gratifying, edge-of-your-seat second book in the Castle Point Paranormal Witch series, written by award-winning author, Tammy Tyree!
Witches & Walk-In's
The Castle Point Witch Series Book 1
“Indulge
in a spellbinding blend of supernatural enchantment, sassy wit, and
addictive witchy tales that will leave you utterly bewitched.”
Betty
Burke has just awakened from a long coma, but there's a problem;
she's not Betty.
Whip-smart hypnotherapist Alexandra Heale leads a double life. A natural-born witch, she lives under a death sentence. But she's been too clever to get caught.
When she tries to help Betty; a woman possessed by a traumatized spirit, Alex finds herself under attack.
Against her better judgment, she enlists the help of Deputy Sheriff Blake Sheraton, a man she swore to hate, who maybe isn't so bad - if he could keep her secrets and ignore his pledge to uphold an evil law.
The world of demons is about to descend on peaceful Castle Point, and only one witch can stop the unthinkable.
Even if it costs her life.
If you love the classic Witches of Practical Magic, the paranormal investigations of the Palmetto Point Witch Series by Wendy Wang, or the slow-burn romance and humor of The Witches of Hollow Cove by Kim Richardson, then you'll love this book!
"Witches and Walk-Ins" is the pulse-pounding first book in the Castle Point Paranormal Witch series, written by award-winning author, Tammy Tyree!
Alexandra
Earl Dagon was chasing me.
I couldn’t see his face, but I could hear him, his heavy footsteps
were closing in on me. My breath quickened as I slipped in and out of the dark
corners of Castle Dagon, desperately trying to find a place to hide. I could
almost feel his breath, hot and putrid, as he huffed and puffed with the pace
of his footsteps. His voice, a thought floating through my own mind.
“You can’t hide from me, Evelyn. I know you’re here. I will find you,
my darling. You will be mine again.”
I opened my mouth to scream “No!” but nothing came. Chilly spikes of
fear stabbed every part of me. I lunged forward, into another dark corner,
heading toward the castle door. The Earl, hearing me, quickly shifted, and
closed in on me once again.
Every step I took felt like running through sludge. My feet, heavy
with fear and tired from running, threatened to fail me before reaching the
door. I pulled every ounce of energy from my being and prepared to take the
final lunge, from the darkness to the door, only a few short steps away. I
pulled back, like a cat about to pounce, and, with heavy legs, leaped forward,
willing the voluminous sludge to release my feet. I lunged for the door.
Earl Dagon snarled his footsteps right behind me. A large, clammy
hand clasped around my neck, forcing me back, then spinning me around, toppling
me to the ground…
I woke up when I hit the floor.
Relief flooded my body as I looked
around, recognizing my bedroom. I was wrapped in a burrito of blankets and
sheets, laying on the floor. Sticky sweat dampened the sheets and my hair, now
clinging to my face and wrapped around my neck…like a large hand, choking me.
It was a dream. A really terrible,
awful, very bad dream.
They were coming more frequently now.
Since my daring jaunt to Castle Dragon in an effort to get a peek at an ancient
book sequestered under lock and key in the library. Blackjack and I had taken a wee nap in an
off-tour bedroom waiting for everyone to skedaddle. I had my first dream of the
Earl then. He seemed to be mistaking me for ‘his’ Evelyn of Cumbria - the witch
he professed to love, who broke his heart and ended up buying on the castle
pyre.
The Earl Dagon wasn’t after me. He
wasn’t even alive. He was a piece of my history, my ancestry long since dead.
Thank the Goddess.
Blackjack sauntered into the room as I
attempted to free my arms from their tangled position. He jumped up on my chest and sat.
“Havin’ some troubles, woman?” My familiar’s silky voice floated through my
mind.
“A bad dream, Blackjack.”
Blackjack lay where he sat, curling his
paws under his chest. “I heard a thump.
Did you fall off the bed? Or have you taken to sleeping on the floor?”
I peered at him, my arms still trapped
in the blankets, gobs of hair masking my face. “I fell off the bed, you
goober.”
“Oh, what fun.” Blackjack’s emerald green eyes, a match to my own, glistened. “You should probably get off the dusty
floor. You’re not the best housekeeper, you know. Your dust bunnies have dust
bunnies,” he proceeded to pull out a paw and lick it.
“Ever so helpful, as always, you mangy
brat.”
Witches & Walk-Ins Excerpt
I didn’t recognize the
fingers attached to hands that also looked incredibly unfamiliar. I glanced at
my other hand, somehow thinking perhaps it would be different, but it wasn’t. I
had never seen these hands before, nor the arms attached. My skin was sallow,
but also loose, wrinkled, and saggy. I rested my eyes, then opened them and
glanced at my hands again.
No
change, and definitely not mine.
I
felt certain about it.
Which
meant that things just got weirder.
I
noticed a heavy weight on my chest, but, peering down, the only thing I saw was
a rather large hump in my hospital gown….ohhhhh.
I
had big boobies.
Nice.
Just
then, a tall, slender man entered the room. His gray hair, slightly mussed and
off to one side, glasses barely resting on the tip of his nose, and the white
coat he was wearing was miss-buttoned and floating behind him as he rushed in.
There was a hunch in his shoulders and a slight limp in his step that revealed
the wear and tear of his age.
This
must be the Doc Holloway, that pink puppy bitch nurse told Copper Penny to
call. He spoke quickly and quietly to both nurses before turning his attention
to me. He smiled a robust, wide smile.
I
was instantly annoyed.
“Welcome
back, Betty! You’ve been with us for quite some time! Can you try to speak?
Maybe even a whisper? Do you know where you are? You were in an accident nine
months ago. Do you remember?”
The
doc’s rapid-fire quiz made me feel like retreating under the covers if I could
only move my heavy, saggy arms to pull the covers over my face.
The
assault on my senses continued when he clicked on his penlight, pulled at my
eyelids, and checked for pupil dilation. I blinked in rapid succession, eyes
tearing up and overflowing onto my cheeks once again.
This
man I didn’t like, I decided.
I
glared at him, or at least I glared in his direction, as bright white dots
floated across my vision.
Doc
Holloway stood back, waiting for me to speak, but I took a few minutes to focus
on his face and then on the nurses and around the room, moving my head
slightly.
I
felt like a circus animal in a cage.
Wait,
had I ever been to a circus to see caged animals?
I
assumed I must have, since I suddenly felt like one.
'Everyone
look at the freak who just woke up from a coma! Praise be! Oh, and by the way;
her name is Betty!'
Except
it wasn’t, was it?
I
took another look at the three expectant faces awaiting me to perform my next
miracle. Then I focused in on Doc Holloway and wet my lips, preparing to speak.
My
saliva tasted like blood and bile. I felt a wrenching swelling from deep inside
me but I swallowed it down and took a ragged breath.
Doc
Holloway leaned in slightly as I parted my lips to speak. My voice, merely a
raspy whisper after what I now understood was months of hibernation, announced
what I was suddenly very sure of.
“I’m not Betty.”
Demons, witches and ghosts - oh my!
Tammy (she/her) writes about what she knows - ghosts, hauntings, entities, witches, demonology and the paranormal!
A Clinical Hypnotherapist, Tammy infuses; tales from her actual case files of demonic possession and entity attachment with her knowledge of ancient demonic lore and witchcraft into artfully woven fiction and memoir.
Her upcoming 'Castle Point Witch Series' is due to release in early 2023 and promises to be full of paranormal goodness.
Her memoir 'Dead Men Still Snore' is a page-turning, award-winning true story of love, loss and channelling her husband's messages from the other side.
Visit https://tammytyree.com/ for more info about Tammy, her work and to receive updates for future books
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I like the blurb. Sounds really interesting.
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