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Saturday, October 20, 2012

She Picked The Worst Guy To Have An Affair With! The Necromancer by PM Richter

 It's my pleasure to welcome over PM Richter, author of The Necromancer.
***GIVEAWAY! PM Richter is graciously giving away four eBooks (PDF or Kindle) to one lucky winner. The titles included are The Necromancer, Midnight Reflections, The Living Image and Deadly Memories. Enter by leaving a comment. Be sure to include your email addy. Contest ends Wednesday, October 24th, 6 PM EST.***

ISBN-13: 978-1478349501 
ISBN-10: 1478349506

Number of pages:  346
Word Count:   121,705
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Book Description 

She picked the worst guy to have an affair with! -  Evil stalks in Hawaii
Michelle was brutally attacked in her locked hotel room in Las Vegas. The police didn't believe her and thought she must have lured a man up to her hotel room for a little sexual adventure, which went dangerously out of control.

Michelle sustained visible scars from the terrifying and almost lethal attack, but pure fear motivated the move from her home in California to Hawaii. She's scared her attacker will come back. She's sure the next time he'll kill her. Now she has a successful career and she figures abstinence is an acceptable, if lonely, way to live.

Michelle decides that an affair with a wickedly handsome man who moves into her building might cure her of the humiliating, embarrassing, and uncontrollable anxiety attacks which plague her whenever she finds herself alone with a man.

How could she know she made the worst possible choice?

Omar Satinov, the man Michelle has chosen, is a secret, whispered legend across several continents. His lure is a mystical religion based upon Witchcraft; his hook, the addictive herbal products he sells his followers. But does he really have supernatural powers, as many of his disciples believe?

Today PM Richter will be chatting about the way writer's think. Great topic! *grins*
Let's hear from PM Richter...
Thanks to A Writer’s Mind for hosting The Necromancer.  I also want to give appreciation to Bewitching Blog Tours for setting up this Guest Blog and Giveaway.

A Writer’s Mind

This topic about the way writers think is so interesting.  I didn’t know anyone else who worked all day, walked the dog, and then sat down at night to write novels.  I thought maybe I was just odd.  But it was the thing I loved to do and I hoped so much that sometime, way in some distant future, if I ever finished my novel, of course, I would be published and could hold my book in my hands.

Eventually, I had three different agents who loved my books, but couldn’t seem to sell them.  I finally contacted a small publisher myself and my first book was published.  It was off the shelves so fast my head spun.

By that time I had a few other novels and e-published.  Suddenly I was finding people just like me on writer’s forums.  They were bright, funny, fun people who loved books and writing.  The first time it happened it was like a light-bulb flashing off in my head.  I had tears in my eyes!  People like me!  I wasn’t so strange after all.

They wrote about the things that happen during the writing process.  See, we writers know that the characters we create actually write the books.  We’re at their mercy.  They dictate the direction of the book.  Sometimes though, plotting becomes overwhelming and we can’t figure out how to rescue the character that’s in a precarious situation.  That happened to me while writing The Necromancer.  Then one night, as I was nearly asleep, the whole ending of the book came to me in a flash.  I groggily got up and wrote it down so it wouldn’t disappear--it was the perfect ending.

That perfect ending took weeks to write, but my sudden middle-of-the-night plot invention worked out for the ending of The Necromancer.  This too is not uncommon for authors.  When we concentrate on something and then the conscious mind relaxes, like right before sleep, the sub-conscious mind comes up with the answers we’ve been looking for.  Some authors even dream about their books.  Others, like me, fall in love with a character.  It happened with Rod Nakamura in The Necromancer.  I kept thinking, gosh, I really like this guy!

Authors get so emotionally involved in their books and their characters.  We have to put them through a lot of traumatic events in our novels, and if we kill them off we cry and mourn.  So are we odd, yes.  In the nicest possible way.  We are entertainers who work very hard and hope so much that our readers will enjoy our stories.


It was just past twilight, almost time for the Crystal Prophesies.  Omar leaned his elbows on the penthouse balcony, enjoying the moment.  This was a magical time of day and he was a magician.  He preferred calling himself a Necromancer to the common titles: warlock, conjuror, magus, seer or wizard.  There were subtle variations, but he fancied 'romancer' in his title.  Necromancer.  It described him.  He romanced his way into hearts and minds.  With the help of a little magic.

As he gazed at the panorama spread out below, the Pacific slowly changed from light blue to a misty topaz.  Lush clouds floated on the horizon, and stars began to glow.  To his left was the tinsel-tourist Waikiki, and to his right the city of Honolulu was lighting up. Below him, in this very building, he could sense the presence of a remarkable woman.

He turned, gazing through plate glass windows into his new penthouse.  Ginger and Samson were inside.  Ginger noticed his look and, with a flourish, she uncovered an enormous crystal ball from its leather shroud.  She winked at him.  Ginger was a disciple, a beautiful tall woman, with long curly red hair.  She wore a flowing blue gown for the ceremony.

It was a tradition for the three of them to gaze into the crystal ball to divine their future when they expanded to a new location. They had arrived in Oahu a week ago.  Tonight was perfect, the time of the full moon.

Omar went inside and sat down in front of the crystal.  The sphere was almost two feet in diameter and sparkled on a base of black onyx.  The three were seated in the main living room, beneath a skylight.  White rafters crossed the cathedral ceiling.  The room was dark except for a cold silvery glow from the candles Ginger had placed around the room.

Omar passed his hands over the crystal ball several times for theatrical effect, principally for Samson, who was watching with curious eyes.  Omar's acolyte, Samson was a gigantic man who would never age mentally.  He did remember this ritual.  His mouth was open in anticipation.

Omar frowned and leaned closer, gazing into the depths of the crystal.  Indeed, the omens were not auspicious.  Red forms floated amorphously inside, constantly changing shape.  This denoted the substance that controlled all magical rites.  Blood was a fluid like the tide; it flowed like the ocean, was coaxed by the moon to move subtly in bodies, causing emotional changes called lunacy. Sometimes it spilled.

The black he observed, swirling around the red forms like a night wind, could be taken as a symbol of his own influence.  It was the bright white light clashing there which forced Omar's dark eyebrows to slide together.  White, an opposing force, seemed capable of exerting great influence in these Hawaiian islands.  Omar couldn't tell if it indicated an old curse peculiar to these islands, with their ancient polytheist beliefs, or if it referred to a threatening individual.

The white was glowing, taking over.  There was busy movement inside the crystal.  It might have been a reflection from the stark white walls, but Omar was not taking chances.

"Who will sacrifice?" he asked, frowning at Ginger and Samson in turn.  He took a dagger from the leather sheath that Ginger had placed beside the crystal ball.

The colossal young man cowered away.

Omar shook his head.  Samson let out a tiny moan, but Omar swiftly reached across the crystal and pointed the tip of the dagger at Ginger.

"I need heart blood," Omar said.

Ginger closed her eyes and nodded.  He made a small slashing cut above her left breast, above her heart.  The cut was superficial, but blood immediately started flowing.

Ginger leaned forward and red dripped on the round crystal ball, and slowly, like wine with good legs, inched down its sides.

Omar recited incantations and waved his long expressive hands.  Both Ginger and Samson saw silver sparks extend from his fingertips and enter into the crystal. Ginger thought the effect might have been starlight drifting down from the skylight above.  Samson was sure it was magic.

Omar peered into the depths of the crystal and was satisfied.  The white light was winking out.  The sacrifice had been potent.

His mind again sought the lovely feminine presence he had felt below him in this building.  When he found it he smiled.  His final aspiration would be fulfilled.  The Crystal Prophesy said so.

About the Author

PM Richter is an author living in West Hollywood California. She has a degree in Psychology, from Northridge State University. She has worked as a property manager for Nansay, Corp. a multi-national corporation, been a dance teacher for Arthur Murray and Fred Astaire Dance Studios. She has five novels available on Amazon Kindle.

The Living Image
The Necromancer
Midnight Reflections
Deadly Memories
Visit P.M. Richter's Website ~ Facebook ~ Twitter @pmraven

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Pam Richter said...

Thanks so much to Sky and A Writer's Mind for the great presentation of my novel, The Necromancer. So much appreciated!


Sky Purington said...

It's a pleasure having you over, Pam. I look forward to checking out your books! Love all things paranormal. :-)

Cathy McElhaney said...

Wow! That excerpt was awesome!
I had to laugh at the description of how writer's think! Even though I have not finished 1 yet, I think like a writer and some day may finish and publish my own!
Thanks Sky for featuring this very talented writer!

Pam Richter said...

Hi Cathy,

Thanks for the kind words, and do continue on with your writing. It's so much fun!