BOOK INFORMATION
TITLE – The
Magic’s in the Music
SERIES – The Magic Series
AUTHOR – Susan Squires
GENRE – Contemporary Paranormal Romance
PUBLICATION DATE – May 26, 2015
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 100,000 words
PUBLISHER – Independent
COVER ARTIST – Rebecca Poole, Dreams2Media
BOOK SYNOPSIS
The Ghost rebels
The Merlin gene has come alive in his brothers and sisters,
giving them a magic power when they find their destined mate. Lanyon is afraid
he’s next. Why would he want to share their destiny? The family is under siege.
The Clan’s powers are increasing. His father, once invincible, is in no
position to lead them. So he rebels. He haunts the L.A. club scene, appearing
out of nowhere to play music no one can forget.
But can he avoid Destiny?
The minute he sees a beautiful blond girl and feels the
incredible tug he’s heard his brothers and sisters describe, he knows he must
resist her at all costs.
Star-power
Greta Falk is trying to control her own future, having sued
her stage mother for emancipation when she was fifteen. But does she want a
role in the next billion-dollar movie franchise? Or does she want to study the
stars that have always fascinated her—the ones in the sky?
Destinies Collide
When Lanyon feels obligated to rescue Greta from the
paparazzi, the only safe place to take her is home to his family. Right where
he doesn’t want to be. Now he’s drawn into everything he’s been trying to
escape. He can’t resist Greta. And she may hold the key to the Tremaine future.
The Clan wants what he and Greta know. Can they make peace with their Destiny
and embrace a future together?
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EXCERPT
From several
points in the room, Greta heard a soft hiss. “The Ghost.” Jax swiveled, then
froze, her Lava Lamp forgotten.
For Greta,
things started to move in slow motion. She felt a tug, almost physical, from
behind her. She turned like she was moving through viscous liquid.
The man who
strode through the crowd had shaggy dark hair, a long leather duster and
stubble of at least three days. That’s where the similarity to the jerk who’d
just been tossed out ended. This guy was no poseur. He couldn’t care less about
the crowd. He didn’t even spare them a glance. The fierce look in his eyes was
all for the red-washed stage. He strode toward it like he was moving through
hell toward redemption.
“Get people
on the sound board and the lights,” a hefty man hissed to someone in the
shadows. Club manager? Several guys in black jeans and tee shirts scurried
away
Greta was
having a hard time catching her breath. What was with that? Yeah, the guy was a
looker, but she’d been hanging out with beautiful men since she was twelve, and
they’d never affected her this way. Cheekbones? Check.
Strong jaw?
Likewise. But his chin had a dimple, if she wasn’t mistaken. His lips were
full, sensual. He felt dangerous, but contradictory.
The crowd
didn’t yell at the newcomer or jeer. They backed out of his way respectfully.
The guy hopped up on the stage and surveyed the instruments abandoned there,
his back to the crowd. He glanced to the keyboards but settled on a guitar, a
candy-apple red one that glinted in the dim light. He picked it up, flipped a
few switches on the amp and corrected the tuning. Back still to the audience,
he strummed a chord that seemed to reach right down into your guts and quiver.
As the echo died away, the man on stage threw his head back and began to play
in earnest. It was no song she knew. She’d be willing to bet no one except this
Ghost knew that song. The cascading notes were angry, but with a sobbing sound
below that vibrated with sadness in your lungs. The notes started to soar only
to be dashed to earth again and again by evil riffs. It was as if the man was
ripping out his soul with that music. It went on and on. Nobody danced.
Nobody fidgeted. Nobody talked. Nobody got up to go to the bathroom. They just
listened, mesmerized. Maybe they knew they’d never hear something like this
again.
He turned
around to the audience, but Greta knew he wasn’t seeing anybody in the room.
Emotions flickered across his expression as he pulled out those wild notes and
sent them skittering or thundering or sidling slyly into the room.
When the
last resounding chord crashed into silence, he stood with head down. The place
erupted in applause and shouts. “Ghost!” Greta felt like a linen suit in
Arizona in the summertime. She came to herself and grabbed for her martini. Her
hand was shaking.
What the hell?
AUTHOR
BIO
Susan
Squires is a New York Times bestselling author known for breaking the rules of
romance writing. Whatever her time period, or subject, some element of the
paranormal always creeps in. She has won multiple contests for published novels
and reviewer's choice awards. Publisher's Weekly named Body Electric one of the
most influential mass market books of 2003 and One with the Shadows, the fifth
in her vampire Companion Series, a Best book of 2007. Time for Eternity, the
first in the DaVinci time travel series, received a starred review from
Publisher's Weekly.
Susan has a
Masters in English literature from UCLA and once toiled as an executive for a
Fortune 500 company. Now she lives at the beach in Southern California with her
husband, Harry, a writer of supernatural thrillers, and three very active
Belgian Sheepdogs, who like to help her write by putting their chins on the
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