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Tuesday, February 1, 2022

Character Confession: Maia Delacroix from Blood and Fire by Kim Mullican #UrbanFantasy


Hey there. It’s your friendly neighborhood bounty hunter. Well, I’m not particularly friendly... and I’m probably not in your neighborhood. 

Let’s start again, my name is Maia, and I like Jameson whiskey. Wait, that’s the wrong meeting. 

Hi, I’m Maia. And Kim Mullican is determined to drive make me insane. Oh, we started off on good terms. She gives me a twenty-five-year-old body. I could get behind that: no wrinkles, no periods, no menopause. Sweet. 

But then she sticks me with world’s worst maker. Holly gave me my first spark, under false pretenses, of course. We have a dark history. She’s putting that crap on Kindle Vella. I can’t read it. It brings up too many bad memories for me. 

Where was I? Oh yeah, so I’m going about my business. Hunting relics and people is sort of my jam. Then she has my ass hauled into the Mageri where I’m ordered to take in a teenager who is distantly related because she’s now an orphan. What the hell do I know about raising a teenager? Are there rules? Do I have to worry about feeding her after midnight or getting her wet? Seriously, I don’t even have a cat. What are they thinking?

To top it off, I have to be inspected frequently by this lawyer who serves as Elaina Guardian Ad Litem. He’s easy on the eyes but I’m not sure he gets my particular brand of humor. He’ll learn.

Elaina’s cool. She’s fairly easy to live with and she cooks. But they told me she’s a witch. They lied. The kid and I are getting along when she steals my damned truck and heads to Vegas. If I could have five minutes alone with that author, I’d give her a piece of my mind. That’s my beloved truck! Who would give the keys to a fifteen-year-old?

If you want to see the dumpster-fire Mullican made my life, you can find it on Amazon.  Now where’s that bottle of Jameson?



Blood and Fire
Alpha and Omega
Book One
Kim Mullican

Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher:  Syn Publishing
Date of Publication: 01/17/2022
ISBN: 978-1-942632-39-9
ASIN:  B09NN4GLTZ
Number of pages: 160
Word Count: 62k
Cover Artist: Get Covers

Book Description: 

I am Maia Delacroix and I hunt people and relics. My life does not lack excitement or danger. I have it in spades.

Then the Mageri surprised me with an orphan...yes, an orphan. I can’t even keep a house plant alive, let alone a kid. It turns out that I’m her only living relative, and even though we’ve never met, I’m her only hope. Great. Can I feed her after midnight? What does she eat? I have no idea what I’m doing.

They tell me this little witchling will need care for a few years until she comes of age. The bizarre fire leaking out of Elaina’s hands is a pretty good indicator that she is no witch.

Then the coven comes—they want her back. Necromancers show up, turning my vampire friends into enemies. If that isn’t bad enough, I have a demon problem now too. 

Join me, and see if we can make it out alive!


Excerpt:

She leaned into me and sobbed.

I didn’t know her but damn if I didn’t suddenly feel responsible for her. How in the hell had that happened? Because I lost my mother too? Because this poor kid had big blue eyes and pleaded for me to help her? Damned if I knew.

She wiped her face on her shirt. “We should probably get some groceries.”

And we did. While she did buy some junk food, I was a little surprised at how much healthy stuff she put in the cart. She even claimed she knew what to do with it.

When she grabbed a box of Earl Grey tea, I laughed. “You liar!”

She looked slightly embarrassed. “My mom drinks it,” she looked down at the box, “she drank it.”

I snatched it out of her hand and threw it in the cart. “If nothing else, we’ll brew it just to sniff.”

She blinked back tears before grabbing a bag of coffee. “Sounds good.”

The bill at checkout nearly gave me hives. Did teenagers eat this much every week? The paperwork the attorney left did show a nice monthly allowance for necessities, but if the grocery bill was this much each week, I’m not sure how much would be left.

I tried to hide the shock from Elaina. My poker face must not be as good as I thought, however.

“Don’t worry, we had to get a lot of staple items this week. We won’t need this much each time.”

Smiling, I started piling bags in my truck. “You noticed my mini-stroke?”

She laughed. “I’ve never seen a mage turn white like that. It was like a vampire had sucked you dry.”

After returning home, she helped me put all the groceries away then volunteered to start making dinner. I poured a glass of wine and leaned against the counter, watching her. Something was niggling at the back of my head.

“I wanted to ask you about that awesome fireball you made earlier.”

I noticed the pause in her movements before she went back to work. That spoke volumes.

“Cool, huh,” she said, keeping her back to me.

“What kind of magic is that?” I asked. “I’ve never seen a witch make a fireball.” I studied her movements while she worked. Her hands started to shake a little. The topic made her nervous. Interesting.

Her shoulders rose and fell as she took a deep breath. “As it turns out, I’m not a witch. I turned twelve and mom put me through all of the usual tests. Nothing.” She shook spices on the meat in the pan.

“Wow, that must have sucked.” I was trying to stay on her level to keep her comfortable.

“Not really. She didn’t make a big deal out of it. I helped her with her projects, learned about ingredients, spells, and relics. Last year, I felt something.”

She turned and looked at me. “I don’t know how to explain it. It was like a switch flipped and I could feel something here,” she said pointing just below her sternum.

“Warm and kind of moving?” I asked.

She nodded. “Exactly, except sometimes it feels icy too.”

Warm and cold? Was this kid defective?

“Anyway, I told my mom. We were close and she was just, awesome. I always knew I could tell her anything. She said it was excellent. So, we went into the woods and tried several things.

Nothing I tried worked. Then she said to do what felt naturally. That’s when I cupped my hands and made a tiny light ball. It was the size of a marble.”

This made no sense. It didn’t sound like any magic I knew.

About the Author:

Kim Mullican is a cross-genre author with over 20 novels under her belt. She enjoys the farm life in Northwest Indiana with her husband. Between chasing chickens and herding cats, she and her husband enjoy gardening and old episodes of Top Chef.

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