Welcome to the 2-week blog tour for Goth Girl, Virgin Queen by JoAnne Keltner.
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Book Information:
Title: Goth Girl, Virgin Queen
Title: Goth Girl, Virgin Queen
Author Name: JoAnne Keltner
Genre(s): Young Adult Paranormal
Length: Approx. 298 pages
Release Date: December 3, 2015
Publisher: Solstice Publishing
(http://solsticepublishing.com/)
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About Goth Girl, Virgin Queen:
Calling Jackie Turov psychic makes her cringe. But Jackie’s no normal seventeen-year-old. She picks up emotions from people and objects like a freak. The emotions make her sick, and the guilt she feels for lying to her church when she was twelve causes her to deny her psychic abilities.
So Jackie goes goth to make others stay away from her and forget her past. But her past is soon resurrected when her jealous friend Trish invites a demon, a persecutor of healers, to steal away Jason’s love for Jackie. The demon causes Jackie to be bullied for the lie she told and puts her best friend, Jason, in danger.
Jackie must learn how to use her gift to protect Jason and herself and to heal the negative energies of those around her. To do so means she must overcome her guilt and accept who she is before the demon claims her soul.
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Read an Exclusive Excerpt:
Inside her bedroom, Trish unzipped her leather jacket and whipped it across the room. It hit the thin chains that hung from the ceiling lamp and plopped onto the bed. The chains clanked against the fixture as the lead singer of Death’s Child, from a poster above her bed, stared at her with heavily-mascaraed eyes. His puckered, blood-red lips told her that she had totally fucked up this evening.
A pang rose in the center of her chest and caught there and burned like desire smacking against fiery rage. She clutched the lace of her tutu and, thinking of Jackie blocking her from Jason, pulled at it as if she were tearing at Jackie’s hair. If Jackie would quit getting in the way, she could make Jason fall in love with her. She slammed the toe of her boot into a heavy book bag and pouted.
Like a switch clicking on in her head, she realized the place where she might find an answer. She trampled over a pile of clothes lying by the closet door. Inside, she ruffled through a toppled stack of games and pulled out a crushed Ouija Board box. She flung the box top. It sailed through the air, crashed against the wall, and plummeted to the bed.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor, she rested her fingertips on the triangular pointer, the planchette, and concentrated on a single question: How can I get Jackie out of the way so I can get close to Jason?
With short hot breaths puffing from her nose, Trish eyed the needle that dangled from the center of the planchette. She waited for the pointer to move, repeating the question inside her head until her brain burned. Her fingers tingled and the hair on her arms rose. The air popped and crackled as if filled with electric energy. Electricity arced from her fingertips. She jerked her fingers from the planchette and examined her hands. The pointer veered to the left and slid off the board.
Around the room, bluish sparks arced from object to object. From garment to garment in the clothes pile. Handle to handle on the dresser drawers. Base to socket on the dresser lamp. Between the ornate scrolls on the headboard. From carpet to bed skirt.
Energy pulsed through her fingers and sent chills across her shoulders. The answer would soon be hers.
She set the planchette in the center of the Ouija board and rested her fingers on top. A continuous flow of energy ran between her fingers and the pointer. She focused on the dangling needle, breathlessly reading each letter the needle paused over: I-C-A-N-H-E-L-P-Y-O-U-M-A-Y-I-E-N-T-E-R.
She grouped the letters into words and swallowed their meaning.
“Yes,” she whispered, triumphantly.
Inside her bedroom, Trish unzipped her leather jacket and whipped it across the room. It hit the thin chains that hung from the ceiling lamp and plopped onto the bed. The chains clanked against the fixture as the lead singer of Death’s Child, from a poster above her bed, stared at her with heavily-mascaraed eyes. His puckered, blood-red lips told her that she had totally fucked up this evening.
A pang rose in the center of her chest and caught there and burned like desire smacking against fiery rage. She clutched the lace of her tutu and, thinking of Jackie blocking her from Jason, pulled at it as if she were tearing at Jackie’s hair. If Jackie would quit getting in the way, she could make Jason fall in love with her. She slammed the toe of her boot into a heavy book bag and pouted.
Like a switch clicking on in her head, she realized the place where she might find an answer. She trampled over a pile of clothes lying by the closet door. Inside, she ruffled through a toppled stack of games and pulled out a crushed Ouija Board box. She flung the box top. It sailed through the air, crashed against the wall, and plummeted to the bed.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor, she rested her fingertips on the triangular pointer, the planchette, and concentrated on a single question: How can I get Jackie out of the way so I can get close to Jason?
With short hot breaths puffing from her nose, Trish eyed the needle that dangled from the center of the planchette. She waited for the pointer to move, repeating the question inside her head until her brain burned. Her fingers tingled and the hair on her arms rose. The air popped and crackled as if filled with electric energy. Electricity arced from her fingertips. She jerked her fingers from the planchette and examined her hands. The pointer veered to the left and slid off the board.
Around the room, bluish sparks arced from object to object. From garment to garment in the clothes pile. Handle to handle on the dresser drawers. Base to socket on the dresser lamp. Between the ornate scrolls on the headboard. From carpet to bed skirt.
Energy pulsed through her fingers and sent chills across her shoulders. The answer would soon be hers.
She set the planchette in the center of the Ouija board and rested her fingers on top. A continuous flow of energy ran between her fingers and the pointer. She focused on the dangling needle, breathlessly reading each letter the needle paused over: I-C-A-N-H-E-L-P-Y-O-U-M-A-Y-I-E-N-T-E-R.
She grouped the letters into words and swallowed their meaning.
“Yes,” she whispered, triumphantly.
Book Links:
Amazon http://amzn.to/2yx3uCH
Amazon http://amzn.to/2yx3uCH
Solstice Publishing: http://solsticepublishing.com/goth-girl-virgin-queen
Meet the Author:
JoAnne Keltner is the author of Goth Girl, Virgin Queen (Solstice Publishing, 2015) and Obsession. As an only child and avid daydreamer, she spent hours alone in her backyard on the South Side of Chicago, which she imagined to be everything from an alien planet to the Antarctic. She currently lives in Raleigh, North Carolina, with her husband, four dogs, cat, and three chickens. When she isn't writing or freelance editing, she's obsessively streaming popular TV shows.
Social Media Links:
Website: www.joannekeltner.com
FB: https://www.facebook.com/JoAnneKeltnerAuthor/
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6896673.JoAnne_Keltner
Twitter: @JoAnneKeltner
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