Sent off three chapters today, so that’s exciting 🙂 I admit, this one is going slowly, probably because it’s a transition book. I’ve never written a transition story before, so I haven’t *quite* gotten down the nuances and the flow of it. Plus, I want to make sure that it’s the best that I can write, and not just put out sub-standard fair, which the last manuscript WAS.

I just wanted to drop a line, give ya’ll updates, let you know that I’m still plugging away at Magick! Oh, there is so much more I know I wanted to say, but I totally forgot what it was. Something wise and motivational, but for the life of me, I can’t recall it. Oh, the vagaries of getting older!


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Bad news- Magick won’t be released on December 17th unless my editor can work miracles. After a month of strep-throat, bronchitis, Thanksgiving, and an upper-respiratory infection that wouldn’t go away (the whole frickin house was sick…), I managed to squeek through the last 10K words on Magick, but it is going to take heavy revisions. I followed that old addage of “it doesn’t matter what you write, just write”. Eh, that’s a double-edged sword. I don’t really like where the story went, but as we all know, characters and flow have a way of taking on a life of their own. I will have to see what my editor says.

walking-dead-internment-zombieWhat my house looked like after a month of illness

Good news- Magick is finished- at least until the red pen comes back. I’m hoping it will only be delayed a month (fingers crossed!). In the meantime, I’m starting to read it today so I can try to anticipate what my editor comes back with and be pro-active! As much as anyone can be pro-active through a Nyquil hangover. Anyway, I digress. I have a month of light work ahead of me, so that’s plenty of time to get Magick polished and off for publishing. Then it’s on to Solstice, Harley and Damien’s story, and that’s going to be a doosie! Stayed tuned for updates! And maybe some little tidbits 🙂

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It all began…(spoilers)

So, I had my vampire, but I needed his mate. What kind of woman would attract a vampire? Quirky ingenue? Brunette bombshell? Nah, not my girl. I wanted a brainy, independent loner who was absorbed by her career. A woman who had no need for male companionship.  A woman consumed by finding an answer.

Gareth was already working on XP in my mind, so I thought to myself that this was the best way to bring them together. Through research. But why was Anna searching so hard for a cure for XP? Because her mother had XP and died from it. And then other tragic things happened. I don’t want to give it all away…

Anna is young, she’s self-sufficient, but she is essentially a hermit. She has no friends, by her own choice, she doesn’t have long-lasting relationships, and she never opens herself up to experiences. She loves the lab, loves the research, and loves the act of discovery, although she has no desire for the spotlight.

She’s pretty much isolated herself, so the thing that breaks her out of that shell had to be pretty amazing. Especially since she wasn’t looking to move out of her comfort zone. To me, only love and instant attraction can burst that bubble!

I hope you enjoy Gareth and Anna’s story, because they are wonderful people to get to know! More on the rest of the trilogy later…

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Eternity Synopsis




Can you imagine being a little girl that could speak to the dead, and have no one to rely on? Can you imagine that little girl growing up and going through life trying to block out all the fantastic things she can see and instead focus her life on the logical, the scientific?

Now imagine that little girl as a young woman with a career, a stable life that suits her just fine, a closely guarded heart, when one day she meets someone that completely turns that comfortable life inside out.

That life belongs to Anna Greer, a brilliant microbiologist who’d been working for Macgregor Pharmaceuticals for a little over six months when she finally meets Gareth Macgregor, the enigmatic owner of one of the few privately held pharmaceutical companies in the nation.

Anna finds herself unusually drawn to Gareth, his spectacular looks not the only thing that draws her to him. At first, it’s the feeling of recognition in his unusual eyes that sparks her curiosity, then he shows up in her dreams that night, a phantom wish that may not be a phantom at all.

Disturb, but curiously intrigued, Anna returns to work the next day, hoping to catch another glimpse of Gareth, to see if the draw is still there, but although he doesn’t show up in person, another strange encounter leaves her even more curious about her absentee employer.

That night, Anna decides to stop into the local pub, something that is uncharacteristic for her. At first, the pub seems empty, but a commotion in the back room catches her attention. Gareth is there, and she tries to leave before he sees her. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, Gareth does notice her and he catches her before she can leave. After a brief exchange that leaves her feeling miserable, she escapes, only to have Gareth visit her again that night, but is he really visiting her, or is it a dream again?

In the morning, in the bright light of day, she finds herself bereft, and positive that his visits were no dream. For a woman who had vowed never to let her heart be hurt again, this is a strange feeling for her and one she doesn’t understand at all.

She decides to find out more about the elusive Gareth Macgregor. Her search begins with the internet, but when that only turns up information more mysterious than the man himself, she heads to the library to delve into local archives for answers.

When those leave her shaking her head in confusion and frustration, a helpful librarian sends her to Written, a local bookstore with a reputation for eccentric inventory and even more unusual proprietors.

What she finds there, and with the friends she makes, Gareth’s true identity is revealed. She also learns something about herself that brings her childhood crashing back on her.

Something else is revealed to her. She’s being watched, and not just by Gareth.

When Gareth finds her missing from her home, he comes to Written looking for her. When Anna sees him, all her defenses come down. No matter that he’s a vampire, no matter that she had vowed never to fall in love. The sight of him standing there, looking disheveled and worried, brings her the realization that he is what she had been waiting for her entire life.

Gareth has spent centuries alone, grieving over a loss in his former life and living with the curse of being a vampire. In Anna, he finds his salvation and hope for a future that had previously been bleak and inhospitable.

Together, although with a little difficulty from Anna’s independent streak and Gareth’s old-fashioned notions of protection, they work to find what Gareth has been trying for centuries to develop— a cure for vampirism. But there is something—someone—that doesn’t want them to find it; Padraigan, Gareth’s sire and immortal enemy.

Now, they are in a race for their very existence, as Padraigan hunts them at every turn. With help from new friends and a reluctant enemy-turned-ally that has his own issues with Padraigan, they fight to stay alive and look for the elusive cure.

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It’s Free Again!

If you find yourself without a book to read, or you want to add to your collection, my novel Choices is FREE on Amazon right now! For the next 48 hours, you can download Choices for FREE. FREE. And, if you like it once you’ve read it, please spread the word!


When her marriage to a prominent Boston surgeon collapses, Abby Stanford heads west, back to her roots and her future. She goes back to heal and rebuild her life, complete her law degree, and become a champion for the environment, as she always dreamed.

She didn’t dream on running into Logan Mackinnon.

Logan is a man of the land, of few words, and the perfect antidote to Abby’s wounded heart and pride. But is her heart ready for love again? Will Logan’s honor let him pursue a woman who is still reeling from a love lost?


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Do you believe in Magick?

Here’s an excerpt from Magick! I hope you enjoy, and feedback is welcome!


“What are you doing?”

I heard Harley’s muffled laughter behind me, and I spun around, cooking fork in hand. She threw up her hands in mock surrender.

“Okay, I give up, sorry I was a bitch earlier. Seriously, what are you doing?” She came over to where I was staring vacantly at a pot roast sitting on the counter in its tidy plastic wrap, with no clue as to what to do with it. The counter was a mess, with chopped vegetables spread everywhere, cans of beef broth opened with gaping lids, and a wealth of flour dusting everything lightly, as if to mimic a winter wonderland.

“Noah is going to be staying the night indefinitely, until this whole Padraigan thing is done. I figured it would be nice if I cooked a nice meal to thank him.”

“I could think of something else you could do for him, and it doesn’t involve you trying to cook. I think he would appreciate that more.”

I brandished the fork at her menacingly, but she just laughed.

“I’ll do this. Step back, and watch the master work.”

Conceding defeat without even a whimper, I went to sit in the breakfast nook and watched her for a while, not even bothering to pay attention to what she was doing. I could make a dark day bright, but I could not cook worth a damn.

“I will say this, though. It’ll be a little weird seeing Noah in the house in the mornings, not that I’m not grateful that he’ll be here. Our spells are one thing, but it’s nice to have a sorcerer in the house.”

I looked at her, nonplussed. What did she just say?

“I know, I know, but Noah is different. He’s not like any other sorcerer that I know. He’s honorable, thoughtful, and not too cocky. A little bit of arrogance is attractive, I always say.”

I was struck speechless. My mouth opened and shut as my brain tried to process what she said. Granted, Harley had always been the more accepting of us, her mind more open to sorcery, but it was still a shock to hear her say something like that.

Noticing my lack of response, she turned toward me. “What? Did I actually shut you up for once?”

“I’m just not used to you saying something like that. What brought it on?” I finally found my voice, but was still just as puzzled as before.

She turned back to the counter and lifted the pot roast into the frying pan. I watched as she seared the meat, at least I thought that’s what she was doing, and waited for her to go on.

“Well, we’re all in this now, tied in somehow. Gareth and Anna because of the cure, Noah because of his loyalty to Gareth, although I think there’s something more there, and me because of you. I would love for us to get to the bottom of your night time trip to his house, and maybe having Noah here will give us the extra strategizing brain power needed to figure that out.”

It was glaringly conspicuous to me that she left Damien out of her little equation.

“What about Damien? I noticed you didn’t include him, although by my estimations, he’s part of this, too.”

She shrugged nonchalantly, but I could see that she wasn’t unaffected by my question. I didn’t have to be tuned into her feelings to know that.

“He has his own issues that have nothing to do with us.”

“Oh by the Goddess, Harley, quit it. Just stop. I don’t know what is going on with the two of you, because you won’t let me in on it, but he is as much a part of this as we are! He saved Anna’s life, and if Padraigan wasn’t already holding something over his head, that would have brought him into the mess just as much as we are. Give the poor man some credit. He can’t help who he is any more than we can.”

“You think I’m like this because he’s a werewolf? Teagan, you should know me better than that. If I were that type of person, I wouldn’t like Gareth, either.” She muttered, almost throwing the roast into the slow cooker. She started tossing vegetables in, almost making as much of a mess as I would have. Carrots and celery bounced out of the pot to land back on the counter.

“But you do like him, Damien, I mean. You can’t fool me, Harley.”

“OH! Just drop it, okay? We’re talking about you and Noah.”

“No, we were talking about how you thought it would be nice having a sorcerer in the house.” I let her change the subject, as she was obviously getting agitated over it.

“Well it will be nice. Ooh, maybe I can get him to fix the toilet on the ground floor.”

I snorted out a laugh.

“I get it now, you just want a handyman around. I can dig it.”

Something I was playing with

I am a fan of not only the supernatural, but of Supernatural, the TV show. Not that I have time to watch it (I’m usually a season behind, so no season 8 spoilers please!), but I’ve always loved the idea of monster hunters. I’ve given you a taste of one such book that I’m working on, but here is another. I only have the Prologue done, but I’m happy with it so far. I hope you enjoy it!


    When I was just a little girl, the dead spoke to me.  I would hear their whispers in the dark, susurrus exhalations that comforted more than frightened me. Most little girls would be frightened, crying out for their mothers or fathers to come comfort them in the dark, to banish it with light. Not so my childhood. There were other things in the dark that needed banishing.

When I was ten, I learned the lesson that I was not of the norm among my peers. It was a hard lesson to learn, because as a ten-year-old, I just wanted to fit in at whatever school I was attending. It became obvious to me, however, that other children couldn’t, nor wanted to, hear the voices from those long passed.  Nor did other children move around like I did, or have a father who left me alone for hours, sometimes days, at a time.

When I was 16, my world changed, and so much of the unusual in my life was explained. I didn’t know that the morning I opened my father’s suitcase was the morning my life would change, that the denizens of the dark held so long at bay by my father would come for me, in order to get to him. I never knew until that morning how much of a wanted man my father was, and why I thought nothing of the protection ritual my father would perform in every new place that we stayed.

I never knew, until that seemingly insignificant moment where I opened his suitcase to pull out a warm shirt, what our family was. We’re the hidden soldiers that fight for human kind, against creatures and beings most people would never comprehend. We’re hunters.

Copyright 2013 Teresa Federici