Over on Pretty Hot.com J.S.Watts has been gently grilled about her forthcoming paranormal novel "Witchlight", which is being officially launched in paperback and e-book formats on the 19th of this month!
You can read the interview by clicking here
The Website of the Writer J.S.Watts
7 May 2015
Petals in the Pan
Kind of A Hurricane Press has announced the publication of its first 2015 anthology, "Petals in the Pan", poems of blossoming and dust, including "Empty Promises Rattle Like Gourds", a new poem by J.S.Watts.The paperback can be bought from Amazon or you can download the ebook for free via Kind of A Hurricane Press's bookstore.
3 May 2015
May - Now is the Month of Witchlight
No apologies will be made for this - the month of May is going to be all about the Witchlight.
J.S.Watts' new paranormal novel "Witchlight" is officially launched in paperback and e-book formats on 19th May and in the lead up to the launch everyone is getting very excited.
There is going to be an online launch party on the day between 6pm and midnight (UK time) and J.S. Watts is embarking on a week long blog tour to celebrate the launch. More details of the tour will follow shortly.
Preview reviews have started to flow in. Here are quotes from some of the five star reviews already received:
"if you're looking for a cast of lovely characters, an interesting plot, and the story that will reel you in right from the start, then this is it"
"Not to use a witch term, but I was enchanted by Witchlight. I was a fan of Holly from the first page and the writing kept me interested enough to keep turning the page.
I would recommend this book to Paranormal fiction lovers. It's full of witchy goodness, dark and light."
"The scenery and characters were brought to life in exquisite detail."
"This is paranormal at its best, what a truly well written, informative, extraordinary book."
Please check back for further updates as we draw nearer to the source of the witchlight.
J.S.Watts' new paranormal novel "Witchlight" is officially launched in paperback and e-book formats on 19th May and in the lead up to the launch everyone is getting very excited.
There is going to be an online launch party on the day between 6pm and midnight (UK time) and J.S. Watts is embarking on a week long blog tour to celebrate the launch. More details of the tour will follow shortly.
Preview reviews have started to flow in. Here are quotes from some of the five star reviews already received:
"if you're looking for a cast of lovely characters, an interesting plot, and the story that will reel you in right from the start, then this is it"
"Not to use a witch term, but I was enchanted by Witchlight. I was a fan of Holly from the first page and the writing kept me interested enough to keep turning the page.
I would recommend this book to Paranormal fiction lovers. It's full of witchy goodness, dark and light."
"The scenery and characters were brought to life in exquisite detail."
"This is paranormal at its best, what a truly well written, informative, extraordinary book."
Please check back for further updates as we draw nearer to the source of the witchlight.
1 May 2015
Hellend - in a place Beyond Science Fiction
If you do, you'll also get to read all of the following:
From The Editor's Desk
Beginnings – Written by Miranda N. Prather
Broch’s Paradox - Written by John Buentello and Lawrence Buentello
Concept: Leadership - Written by Jesse Rebock
Finder’s Keepers? - Written by Ivan Vyshynsky
Garden of Fog and Monsters - Written by Michelle Ann King
Lola’s Dream - Written by L. K. Pinaire
New Prayer Tavern - Written by Jason Bougger
The Nobleman and the Sparrow - Written by Ophelia Leong
Ode to the Stars - Written by Victoria Elizabeth
Open Door Policy - Written by Christopher Nadeau
Remnants of Yesterday - Written by Nathan Hystad
A Review of Sharknado - Written by Seth Frederiksen
The Village of Hellend - Written by J.S.Watts
Vodyanoi - Written by Dawn Vogel
26 April 2015
Witchlight Virtual Launch Party
J.S.Watts is holding a virtual book launch and novel celebration party on Facebook on Tuesday 19th May for her new novel, "Witchlight". You are herewith invited to the party, which will be taking place on a Facebook public event page between 18:00 and midnight (BST) on 19th May. There will be bubbly and cake :-) but they will be virtual :-( It would be wonderful to have some of you drop by to say hi on the day and maybe even sample some of the virtual offerings. The event will be taking place here: https://www.facebook.com/events/768090666643843/ Please do come along. Everyone is welcome.
23 April 2015
A Slurp of Soup
The rather satisfying poetry and prose webzine, Ink Sweat and Tears , has shown great taste in publishing a poetic morsel by J.S.Watts. The poem in question is "A Brief Analysis of Soup and Soup Making" and it can be savoured fully by clicking here.
21 April 2015
Witchlight Draws Ever Closer
The official launch of J.S Watts' new paranormal novel, Witchlight, in both paperback and e-book editions, is taking place in May.
To get everyone in the mood, here is a reminder of what the novel is about:
Holly has been mortal all her life. Now at thirty-eight, her fairy godfather arrives to tell her she’s a witch, and suddenly she's having to come to terms with the uncertainties of an alarmingly magic-fuelled world. Magic is not like it is in the books and films, and Holly starts to doubt whether her fairy godfather, Partridge Mayflower, is the fey, avuncular charmer he appears.
When appearances are magically deceptive, Holly cannot afford to trust those closest to her, including herself. Accidents start to happen, people die, Old Magic is on the hunt, but in the age-old game of cat and mouse, just who is the feline and who is the rodent?
The cat was studying the mouse with considerable interest. Only a few seconds before, it had had its claws hooked into the soft flesh, but, being a cat, its mother had scrupulously taught it to play with its food before eating. So, it had released its trembling prey in order to watch it run and squirm some more before the final and inevitable conclusion to the age old game of cat and mouse. The mouse ran, the cat leapt, sharp claws once again sank into the mouse’s flank, strong teeth closed around skin, flesh, and bone, and the mouse, with an almost relieved sigh, plunged into the eternal blackness of the final mouse hole. The cat licked its lips and wandered off in pursuit of further feline gratification, thus missing out on a truly startling event, at least as far as the mortal human world was concerned. Then again, it was a cat, so perhaps the event would have been less surprising than failing to catch the mouse, had that happened, which of course it hadn’t; it was a cat, after all.
Twenty seconds after the cat vacated its spot in the darkest and most secluded part of the field, a blob of pale turquoise light appeared a metre or so above the grass, expanded in volume and brightness, and then disappeared with a barely audible poof!, leaving in its place a short, dapper man in well-washed blue jeans and an extremely bright, and ever so slightly twinkly, turquoise shirt. He patted himself down, smoothed his already immaculate auburn hair, and walked across the closely cropped combination of grass, thistles, and nettles towards the back of the houses overlooking the field. His intended destination was the somewhat rampant looking garden at the back of number sixty-six Basingfield Lane in which Holly Jepps, the owner, was currently attempting to tame some long-untended grass.
Holly remained unaware of her impending visitor until he leaned over the back fence, coughed politely, and in distinctly over-emphatic tones said, “Hi Holly, good to meet you. How’s it going?”
Holly looked up with a start, a look of puzzlement on her face, and a handful of grass cuttings in her left hand.
“Erm, hello? Can I help you?”
“Oh, no, no, no, no, no! It’s me who’s come to help you, girlie.” And with that, he jumped over the fence—or to be precise, he levitated over it—but Holly, being a pragmatic, level-headed woman, saw it as a jump. To be honest, as a woman two years or so off the milestone of forty, she was rather more surprised at being called girlie than by the pseudo leap. Though, as she was also fairly short and was used to being patted on the head, both metaphorically and literally, by people of more extended height, her initial reaction was actually an internal “Heightist, patronising git!” She revised this slightly as she realised he was little taller than she was and then further revised it when it occurred to her that both her garden and her personal space were being invaded by an unknown and unduly familiar man. She reached for the lawn rake, just in case.
“No need for that, girlie,” said the small, twinkly man. “I really am here to help you. I’m your fairy godfather.”
The silence that followed this announcement was dense enough to cut with a lawn mower. More explanation was clearly needed.
“Although, to be precise and, leaving out the issue of sexual preference, I’m actually a witch rather than a fairy.”
Holly briefly debated whether to hit him with the lawn rake before legging it to the kitchen door, or just run as fast as she could for the door prior to locking it firmly behind her. The man seemed to sense her thought processes and eyeballed her pointedly before clapping his hands and releasing a sizeable charm of goldfinches from between them. Holly remained rooted to the spot. He clapped his hands again, and Holly found herself sitting at her kitchen table with a mug of hot coffee in her hands. Opposite her, the man was juggling yellow coloured gemstones, which turned into canaries, flew upwards, and disappeared.
“I think, young Holly, that we need to talk.”
To get everyone in the mood, here is a reminder of what the novel is about:
Holly has been mortal all her life. Now at thirty-eight, her fairy godfather arrives to tell her she’s a witch, and suddenly she's having to come to terms with the uncertainties of an alarmingly magic-fuelled world. Magic is not like it is in the books and films, and Holly starts to doubt whether her fairy godfather, Partridge Mayflower, is the fey, avuncular charmer he appears.
When appearances are magically deceptive, Holly cannot afford to trust those closest to her, including herself. Accidents start to happen, people die, Old Magic is on the hunt, but in the age-old game of cat and mouse, just who is the feline and who is the rodent?
And here is a taste of the opening chapter:
Witchlight
By J.S.Watts
Chapter 1
The cat was studying the mouse with considerable interest. Only a few seconds before, it had had its claws hooked into the soft flesh, but, being a cat, its mother had scrupulously taught it to play with its food before eating. So, it had released its trembling prey in order to watch it run and squirm some more before the final and inevitable conclusion to the age old game of cat and mouse. The mouse ran, the cat leapt, sharp claws once again sank into the mouse’s flank, strong teeth closed around skin, flesh, and bone, and the mouse, with an almost relieved sigh, plunged into the eternal blackness of the final mouse hole. The cat licked its lips and wandered off in pursuit of further feline gratification, thus missing out on a truly startling event, at least as far as the mortal human world was concerned. Then again, it was a cat, so perhaps the event would have been less surprising than failing to catch the mouse, had that happened, which of course it hadn’t; it was a cat, after all.
Twenty seconds after the cat vacated its spot in the darkest and most secluded part of the field, a blob of pale turquoise light appeared a metre or so above the grass, expanded in volume and brightness, and then disappeared with a barely audible poof!, leaving in its place a short, dapper man in well-washed blue jeans and an extremely bright, and ever so slightly twinkly, turquoise shirt. He patted himself down, smoothed his already immaculate auburn hair, and walked across the closely cropped combination of grass, thistles, and nettles towards the back of the houses overlooking the field. His intended destination was the somewhat rampant looking garden at the back of number sixty-six Basingfield Lane in which Holly Jepps, the owner, was currently attempting to tame some long-untended grass.
Holly remained unaware of her impending visitor until he leaned over the back fence, coughed politely, and in distinctly over-emphatic tones said, “Hi Holly, good to meet you. How’s it going?”
Holly looked up with a start, a look of puzzlement on her face, and a handful of grass cuttings in her left hand.
“Erm, hello? Can I help you?”
“Oh, no, no, no, no, no! It’s me who’s come to help you, girlie.” And with that, he jumped over the fence—or to be precise, he levitated over it—but Holly, being a pragmatic, level-headed woman, saw it as a jump. To be honest, as a woman two years or so off the milestone of forty, she was rather more surprised at being called girlie than by the pseudo leap. Though, as she was also fairly short and was used to being patted on the head, both metaphorically and literally, by people of more extended height, her initial reaction was actually an internal “Heightist, patronising git!” She revised this slightly as she realised he was little taller than she was and then further revised it when it occurred to her that both her garden and her personal space were being invaded by an unknown and unduly familiar man. She reached for the lawn rake, just in case.
“No need for that, girlie,” said the small, twinkly man. “I really am here to help you. I’m your fairy godfather.”
The silence that followed this announcement was dense enough to cut with a lawn mower. More explanation was clearly needed.
“Although, to be precise and, leaving out the issue of sexual preference, I’m actually a witch rather than a fairy.”
Holly briefly debated whether to hit him with the lawn rake before legging it to the kitchen door, or just run as fast as she could for the door prior to locking it firmly behind her. The man seemed to sense her thought processes and eyeballed her pointedly before clapping his hands and releasing a sizeable charm of goldfinches from between them. Holly remained rooted to the spot. He clapped his hands again, and Holly found herself sitting at her kitchen table with a mug of hot coffee in her hands. Opposite her, the man was juggling yellow coloured gemstones, which turned into canaries, flew upwards, and disappeared.
“I think, young Holly, that we need to talk.”
If you like what you've read so far, you can read a longer sample of Witchlight over on Amazon. To navigate to the correct page, just click here and, once on Amazon, click on the image of the Witchlight book cover where it says look inside.
Hope you enjoy it!
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