by Tegan Maher
Witches of Keyhole Lake Shorts
Bubble, Bubble, Here Comes Trouble
Witching for a Miracle
Moonshine Valentine
Cori Sloane Witchy Werewolf Mysteries
Howling for Revenge
Dead Man’s Hand
Enchanted Coast Magical Mystery Series
Deadly Daiquiri
Surfboard Slaying
About Tegan
I WAS BORN AND RAISED in the South and even hung my motorcycle helmet in Colorado for a few months. I've always had a touch of wanderlust and have never feared just packing up and going on new adventures, whether in real life or via the pages of a great book.
When I was a little girl, I didn't want to grow up to be a writer—I wanted to raise unicorns and be a superhero. When those gigs fell through, I chose the next best thing: creating my own magical lands filled with adventure, magic, humor, and romance.
I live in Florida with my two dogs. When I'm not writing or reading, I'm racing motorcycles or binge-watching anything magical on Netflix.
I'm eternally grateful for all the people who help make my life what is today - friends, readers, family. No woman is an island.
Sneak Peak Howling for Revenge
A Cori Sloan Witchy Werewolf Mystery
I JOGGED ALONG THE stream, reveling in that peaceful, early-morning stillness that only lasts until the rest of the world stirs. I picked up my pace a little as I followed the sun-dappled path around the tree line, enjoying the brush of the cool breeze along my skin as it dried the fine sheen of sweat from my body. The only sound beside the birdsong was my heart beating in tempo with the soft, steady thud of my sneakers against the asphalt.
I sucked in a lungful of air, inhaling the fragrance of the early morning. The damp, earthy scent drifting from the stand of trees overshadowed the stench of humanity, and night-blooming jasmine sweetened the air, masking the lingering odors of fast-food wrappers and cheap perfumes.
I slowed as I neared the end of the trail then stopped, placing my hands on my knees as my heart rate slowed and my breathing returned to normal.
As always, tendrils of regret wound through me at the thought of leaving the peace and getting back to the grind. I propped my foot against a picnic table and leaned into a stretch, feeling a little euphoric as I did so. The endorphins flooding my brain were more addictive than any drug, which was the main reason I ran daily, rain or shine, in either this form or my other.
The wind shifted and I picked up a coppery, cloying odor that was as out of place in my little slice of heaven as a Ferrari in a trailer park. Dread trickled down my spine and I put my nose in the air, grinding my teeth as I searched for the source.
I picked it up and followed it, the stench getting stronger as I approached the road that ran parallel to the small strip of forest that separated it from the trail. My heart sank. A small white hand lay in the grass, palm up, about ten feet from the side of the road. Glossy red fingernail polish gleaming in stark relief against the dull, grey skin of the fingers.
My gaze traveled up the hand to the mangled body of a woman, her platinum hair covering her face, hiding her identity. I pulled my cell from my armband and called 911.
“Hey, Kay,” I said when Castle’s Bluff’s one dispatcher picked up. “This is Cori. I need an ambulance out on Route 6 by the park, and keep it as hush-hush as you can, please. We have another dead body.”
Click here to read Howling for Revenge, Book 1 in my Cori Sloane, Witchy Werewolf Mysteries series. It’s available on Amazon for 99 cents, or free with Kindle Unlimited.
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