Tuesday, October 8, 2013

A hidden chapter from T.A. Foster's TIME SPELL!



Good morning lovely people, and welcome to another awesome book spotlight! This time it's all about T.A. Foster and her new book, Time Spell. Magic mixed with romance? Take a look at what it's all about!

Ivy Grace is learning that magic--and love--are all about the right timing.

Follow the adventures of this spirited young Southern woman as she embarks upon a successful new career writing novels and movies that explore romantic mysteries of the past.

Ivy, a witch who spends her days practicing her brand of good magic in a sleepy little city, often travels back in time to observe events of yesteryear and turn them into compelling stories for her modern-day fans. But as her uncanny ability to weave enthralling historic tales lands her in the limelight, she quickly finds that fame sometimes comes with a price.

Evil forces now know who she is and threaten to reveal her family’s most sacred magical secrets.

With the help of her ruggedly handsome editor and a sexy supernatural ex-boyfriend, Ivy must unravel history while fighting to keep these ominous forces at bay.


Intrigued? Prepare to get even more immersed! Below is a hidden chapter from Time Spell just for you! Enjoy, and don't forget to add this book to your reading list just as soon as you can!

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Hidden Time Spell Chapter

For those of you who haven’t read Time Spell, the hidden chapter you’re about to read is an early account of Helen and Holden Chadsworth. It will give you a bit of insight into this dynamic couple who plays a pivotal role in the story within the story of the book.

The Chadsworths surface in 1968 when Ivy first observes them in Las Vegas. This excerpt provides a little background into how they first met in the early 1950s, and sets the stage for their very tumultuous relationship. It’s told from Helen’s perspective, so the dialogue and observations are different from Ivy’s first-person accounts in the Spell Series. Don’t worry there are no major plot spoilers. This is truly a hidden chapter and can’t be found in any copies of Time Spell. I hope you enjoy it!

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Stonevine, Connecticut, 1952

Helen

I strummed my fingers along the edge of the baby grand piano, and exhaled a stream of smoke into the already stuffy room. I nodded at George as his fingers banged out the notes to Blue Tango on the piano. The band was taking a ten-minute break and George jumped at the chance to show off his play list on the ivories.

This party was dull. Carolyn Crawford’s engagement was the talk of the town, but this soiree was turning into a drag. Her parents had filled their upper Stonevine home with the town’s most prestigious, wealthy, and affluent families to celebrate their only child’s upcoming wedding. Of course my family, the VonRues, were included. No doubt, we were at the top of the list.

The VonRues were at the top of everyone’s list. My father, Charles, had a hand in the success of Stonevine. There wasn’t anyone at this party who didn’t owe him something, and he knew it.

One of the waiters walking by offered a bubbling glass of champagne. I greedily accepted the chilled beverage and surveyed the room for a rescue from George’s singing. He had moved on to an Eddie Fisher song. Where was Peter? Why couldn’t I find him in this crowd?

I did my best to take tiny sips of the champagne, but it was sweet and cold and I was bored. I knocked the glass back and heard an instant chuckle from over my right shoulder. Someone was watching me. I turned to face the man who had found my boredom so amusing.

I caught my breath and reigned in my smile. Surely my perfect, creamy skin had turned bright pink as I flushed from the thoughts of him and those devilish eyes. I had never seen eyes that color before. It was like flecks of diamonds were glinting at me. Who was he? I was confident I knew everyone Carolyn invited. Maybe he was a cousin or perhaps someone’s date. Whoever the stranger was, he certainly wasn’t from Stonevine.

Daringly, I thought about introducing myself or asking him if maybe he played the piano, but the instant I glided forward he turned his back to me and began shamelessly flirting with the girls crowding around him. Really, those girls are indecent—throwing themselves at a man like that. Let them make fools of themselves. Who would want to bother with someone like him? His tux didn’t fit quite right, he laughed a little too loudly, and it looked like he had straight bourbon in his glass. He most certainly was not from any of the families I had spent my life socializing with.

I reached for one more glass of champagne floating by on another waiter’s silver tray and turned toward the door. I stepped on to the Crawfords’ front porch and inhaled the Connecticut spring air. I wanted to shake off how that man stared at me, but at the same time, I wanted him to do it again.

Looking through the windows of the house, I saw my friends, arm in arm, gathering around George and his silly singing. Carolyn and Phillip were at the center of the circle. Truly, they made a lovely Stonevine couple. That will be Peter and me in a few months.

My mother was already planning the precise details of our engagement announcement. She had chosen my deep blue cocktail dress for the evening—she liked to plan. I couldn’t believe it when she told me it was the same one Princess Margaret had worn. As if it was designed especially for my tall thin frame, the folds of the silk hugged my hips swishing like an airy cloud when I walked. We were waiting until after Carolyn’s party to break the news to our friends. Stonevine can only handle one lavish wedding at a time. And the VonRues were not going to let my engagement to Peter Willoughby be anything less than spectacular.

I sighed and leaned against the column closest to me. At nineteen, I knew I was ready for marriage. Two years at Briarcliff had taught me how to achieve the necessary duties my socialite wife status called upon me to perform. All Briarcliff girls knew how to do those things. Me, I just knew how to do them better.

Peter would give me a wonderful life. We’d honeymoon in Paris for the summer then come back to Stonevine and find a charming home, probably close to my parents. Father had offered Peter a position at VonRue Holdings as the Vice President of Operations. There would be parties, bridge every week, and trips to the city for the theater. We had already decided we would have one boy and one girl. What more could I ask for? It was all planned, all settled, and all tidy.

I pulled out a cigarette from my matching blue clutch when the door opened and a giggling girl scurried past me with an eager suitor in tow. Her curls bobbed up and down as they darted into the shadows created by the corner of the house. “Shhh.” She giggled some more. I don’t think they saw me perched on the porch.

I had no interest in listening to this nonsense. I stuffed the unlit cigarette in the silk purse and turned to rejoin the party. I might as well search for Peter. Shouldn’t he be looking for me? Irritated my future husband hadn’t noticed my absence, I huffed and pulled on the door handle.

“Whoa, pretty kitty. Where are you going in such a hurry?”

He was there, filling up the doorframe in his ill-fitted tux. The beautiful stranger with the mesmerizing eyes. The reason I needed fresh air. The man who made me lose my senses for an enthralling five seconds. And there were only inches between us.

“Cat got your tongue?” He teased.

I snapped back, “Certainly not. I’m looking for my…my…date.” I tried to step past him, but he remained planted in the doorway. “Excuse me. I’m trying to return to the party.”

He laughed. “Now, just wait. If you have to go looking for your date, it’s apparent he’s the wrong Joe for you.”

My eyes dropped to the floor. I was equally vexed and embarrassed that this man I didn’t even know said exactly what I was thinking.

“You don’t know Peter. He’s quite the gentleman and quite the catch. He would never leave in the middle of a conversation. That would be rude, wouldn’t it?” I glared at the stranger and his perfectly carved cheekbones. He looked like a flawless statue I had seen in my art history books. “I’m sure he can’t just break away from his current company. Besides, I’m more than capable of entertaining myself.”

He laughed again, and I absorbed every vibrating note ricocheting between us. “I can see that you are. Defend him if you like, but if my date was as gorgeous and sexy as you are, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight—not even for a second.” His eyes dipped toward the V in the sweetheart line of my dress.

Did he just say I was sexy? Out loud so everyone within earshot of the Crawfords’ porch could hear him? I felt his pale icy eyes undressing me right out of my couture gown. My head was spinning. This outsider was crossing all kinds of lines I couldn’t even fathom. He was dangerous. He radiated something undeniably sinful and powerful. I smiled as I felt it encircle me in slow undulating rings.

I took a step back, and then another so that the tall handsome guest had room to close the door. There was just enough light from the windows to allow me to see his wicked smile and captivating eyes, even though most of him was a mysterious silhouette cloaked in darkness.

In one long stride, he cut the distance between us, and his hand reached for the column my back was now pressed against. I heard the band start up again, and the words to You Belong To Me suspended in the air between us.

Avoiding the bright headlights beaming onto the porch as a car cruised past the party, I turned my head to the side. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw and felt the intensity of his stare bearing down on me. I no longer heard the incessant giggles of the couple in the shadows. We were alone.

“I guess I should properly introduce myself. That’s how you all do things out here in Connecticut, right?” I nodded lightly, eagerly waiting for the name to tumble from his perfectly shaped lips. The name of the man who was holding me between a place of balance and the edge of a spiraling dark cliff. Tipping my chin toward him, I leaned in closer, and traced the curves of his mouth with my eyes. I couldn’t stop staring—wondering what it would feel like on mine. He was taunting me, dragging this charade on for what felt like endless tension-laden seconds. “I’m Holden Chadsworth.”

I cleared my throat. “Helen VonRue.” My rehearsed and rigid social upbringing bubbled to the surface. Instinctively, I extended my gloved hand to take his, but he brushed it aside, knocking it out of his way. I bristled at the rough contact, but felt prickly, intoxicating heat stirring within me.

His voice sliced through the air between us. “Now that formalities are out of the way let me show you how we introduce ourselves where I’m from.” Both slapping him and kissing him seemed like acceptable solutions to quell the burning sensation taking hold of me. Searching my instincts for direction, I felt his presence arresting my every decision. I didn’t recognize the hunger trembling through my body or the overwhelming craving for this outsider to touch me. What was he doing to me?

He pressed his lips against mine roughly, and I squirmed from the weight of his body crushing into me. I tried to free myself from his overbearing frame, but dropped my protest when his arms encircled my waist and pulled me toward him. I knew at any moment someone from the party—maybe my parents—maybe Peter—could walk onto the porch and see me lip to lip with this stranger, pressed against the Crawfords’ column, not resisting the touches that should only happen behind closed doors. But there was something wickedly delicious about Holden Chadsworth, and I was willing to taste every last drop—no matter what the consequences. 

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T.A. Foster is a Southern girl whose heart and spirit are connected to the beach. She grew up catching rays and chasing waves along the North Carolina Outer Banks and now resides in the state with her adventurous pilot husband, two children and two canine kiddos.

Her long love affair with books started at an early age, and as soon as she was able, she transformed imaginative stories into words on paper. Time Spell is T.A.’s debut novel, and the first in a series about a very adventurous, clever, and magical girl named Ivy.

T.A. has an undergraduate degree in Journalism and Mass Communication from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and a graduate degree in Educational Psychology from Texas A&M University. When she’s not chasing her two-legged and four-legged children or trying to escape for date night, you can find her reading, writing or planning her next beach trip.

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