Teen girls plus witchcraft equals exciting adventure.

Four young women with very different personalities join together to work magic. Each has a special ability based on one of the elements; earth, air, water and fire. When they unite, their power is increased. Each book focuses on one of the girls' problems, romances, friendships and heartaches. In addition to the particular magical issue in each story, a developing paranormal situation will reach crisis proportions by the final chapter of the four book series.

Friday, September 30, 2011

Teen Witches: Gathering

This book launches a new paranormal series by Arianna Silver about four teenagers who actually have to do homework and deal with family members in addition to having magical adventures. If you've had enough of heroines who do nothing but attend social events and never have problems with little things like curfews, then the Teen Witch series may be just right for you.

Teen Witches: Gathering is available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble and Smashwords, soon to be followed by other sellers.

What if you discovered you could do real magic? You weren’t born with special powers, you didn’t come from some paranormal bloodline, but you learned to tap into life’s energy.

Natalie Winters is unhappy about moving in the middle of a school year, until she meets Anali and Chloe and finds they’re as interested in magic as she is. Each girl has an affinity for one of the elements and can draw on the incredible power present in nature. Together they’re even stronger. Will earth, air and water find their missing fourth—fire?

Anali and Chloe's success at spells astounds Natalie, but soon the three girls are plunged into even deeper magical waters. Between Natalie’s attraction to a hot guy, tension between her and “mean girl” Taylor, and a summoning gone wrong, Natalie has no more time to feel sorry for herself. She finds layers of strength she never knew she possessed and plumbs the bedrock of her very being.

When the young witches band together, can they channel enough power to defeat an evil entity and trap it forever?

See chapter one excerpt below:
Chapter One
Starting a new school partway through the first semester of junior year sucked hard. No, delete that. Starting a new school any time sucked and Natalie had enough experience at it to qualify as an expert in levels of suckage. Even before her family had moved to this little town in upstate New York, her father’s job had forced several moves around the state of Florida. This school might be different but the familiar funk of boy-sweat, girl-perfume and leftover lunch permeated the air, while the deafening noise of too many people talking at once was always the same.
Natalie plodded down the corridor looking for her locker. She’d been there once today, but she was a little turned around and wasn’t sure this was the right hall. She tried not to get in anybody’s way or yield ground in the crowded hallway. It was a fine balance between holding your own and not being too aggressive. She imagined this was what it was like for newbies in prison—size up the gangs but don’t make eye contact with anybody or you might get knifed in the yard.
Oops, too late. She’d accidentally locked gazes with a tall, athletic-looking girl surrounded by a crew of equally muscular Amazons. The basketball team, Natalie guessed. Dark brown eyes stared into hers then assessed her from head to toe, found her unremarkable and moved on. Well, at least she didn’t have “victim” stamped on her forehead. So long as she didn’t get harassed she wouldn’t mind staying in social quarantine until her place in the system became clear. She was an unidentified quantity right now, an equation yet to be solved.
Her mom always said Natalie should come into a new school with enthusiasm and a good attitude and she’d find friends. Evidently Mom had completely forgotten what it was like to be sixteen. Probably it was different for adults starting a job in a strange city, but teenagers could be ruthless dealing with new kids.
Natalie searched for her locker. Number two forty-six. Or was it two sixty-four? Digging into her purse for the scrap of paper with the combination, she walked right into someone. She looked up and her heart did a double thump that made her chest ache. Her gaze was level with a slice of bare chest against which lay a black leather cord and silver pendant. Blue eyes looked down into hers from a full head above her. The boy had jet black hair that tumbled over his forehead. A scruff of stubble shadowed his jaw.
Natalie’s internal alarm shrieked “hot guy alert” and disabled her power of speech.
“Sorry.” Hot Guy stepped aside.
“No. My fault,” she mumbled, helpless as a possum in gorgeous blue headlights. Her default mode was to curl up and play dead when cute guys talked to her. Was it any wonder she’d never been on a date?
He smiled. “You look a little lost. Can I point you in the right direction?”
“Locker,” she squeezed out the word. “Two sixty-four.”
“That’s practically next to mine. Come on.” He led her farther down the hall and presented her locker with a wave of his hand. “There you go. Two sixty-four. Do you know your combination?”
“I have it here somewhere.” She started to rummage in her purse again and Hot Guy turned to his own locker, only two away from hers.
“I’m Luke Parnathy,” he said as he put some books away and got out others.
“Natalie Winters.” She found the paper with the combination and opened the locker without any trouble while thanking God for sparing her from looking incompetent in front of this guy with the amazing eyes. She exchanged one set of textbooks for another, tucking them into her backpack. When she rose, Luke was right there beside her.
“You know where your next class is?”
“Yeah, I think so.” Idiot! Say ‘no’ and he might walk you there. “The math wing’s down that hall, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. Well, I’m going the other way so…” He indicated the other direction with a nod of his head that made his bangs fall further across his eyes. The style was designed to make a girl want to push her hand through the strands. He was criminally good looking.
“See you later.” Luke turned and was out of earshot before Natalie managed a feeble. “See ya.”
Cursing her social awkwardness where guys were concerned, she grabbed her bag and hurried to pre-Calculus. She slid into her seat and studied the equations on the overheard. When Mr. Coltrane, a man with thinning hair and intense eyes, began to explain functions, Natalie felt like she’d come home. She was comfortable here and knew exactly what to expect. Math didn’t change. You could count on it.
Although they were working from a different textbook, the lesson wasn’t any more advanced than what she’d been doing at her old school. The period flew past and then it was time to trudge to the opposite side of the building for Spanish class. Holá, Senora Higgins. Como está?
Natalie thought she was the last one in the room, but a second after the bell rang, a breathless girl raced in and plunked down in the empty seat beside her. Strands of black hair had escaped the single braid hanging down her back. She tucked them behind her ears and straightened her glasses before glancing at Natalie.
“New girl! Hi, how you doing? I’m Anali Bachchan. Are you any good at Spanish? I’m horrible but we have to take at least two years of a language. Mrs. Higgins’ll probably pass me just to get me out of her face. I look like I’d be good at Spanish, right? But I’m not latina. People guess that wrong. My family’s from India. We’ve been here for generations. I can only speak a little bit of Hindi. My grandma thinks it’s terrible, but my mom doesn’t bug me about it. And dad, well, who knows what he thinks, right? Man’s in his own head most of the time. I think he hates his job. What about your parents? What do they do? How’d you happen to move in the middle of the school year?”
“Job transfer. My dad gets moved around a lot.”
“That must be hard. I’d hate that. I’ve lived in Parker’s Glen my whole life. I’ve never been anywhere. Not even India. And Nanaji wonders why I can’t speak the language. Maybe if we visited the relatives once in a while. But I don’t know if I’d like it there even for a visit. So third world. I’d worry about drinking the water, you know?”
“Miss Patel, silencio, por favor,” Mrs. Higgins said. “Clase, abiertan sus libros a pagina cuarenta y dos.”
Natalie opened her book, but stole another look at her chatty seat mate. Anali was short and plump with huge, slightly bulgy dark eyes behind her glasses. She was cute in a cuddly teddy bear kind of way. Natalie glanced at the open backpack lying on the floor by Anali’s desk and her attention was riveted. Instead of a textbook, a copy of A Wiccan’s Guide to Romance and Love Spells peaked from the bag. Her gaze shot back to Anali, who was thumbing through her Spanish book and muttering cuarenta y dos under her breath.
Natalie guessed the girl was a dabbler. She couldn’t claim to be more than that herself so she wasn’t judging, but it would be fantastic to find someone she could talk to about witchcraft. And if Anali was doing more than just playing at magic, that would be really cool. Natalie had experimented with some basic spells without much result. She was ready to find a friend who would explore Wiccan magic with her but certainly hadn’t expected to find one here in Parker’s Glen.
Natalie waited impatiently for the end of class and a chance to talk with Anali.
The moment the bell rang, Anali turned to her and resumed talking. “So, where are you from? It must be terrible to move in the middle of the year.”
“We’re from Florida. Moving does suck but we’ve done it a lot and I’m kinda used to it.” Natalie gestured at the bag. “Hey, I happened to see your book. I’ve read a lot about Wicca. Do you believe in it or are you just curious?”
“Oh, I believe.” Anali nodded emphatically, the strands behind her ears falling back into her face. “Tapping into a force that runs through the universe, everything connecting to every other thing--butterfly lands and a tree falls in Brooklyn--it all makes total sense. And the ideals pretty much fit in with Hinduism so my mom doesn’t give me any crap about it. Cosmic life force, exchange of energy, karmic law of cause and effect. It’s all in there but with different words.”
“Have you…” Natalie glanced at the room around them but the other students were almost out the door. “Have you worked any spells?”
“Some.” Anali put her Spanish book in her pack. “Walk with me to my next class. I’ve got gym. Last period of the day so at least I don’t have to take a shower here afterward—yuck. I can go home. What about you?”
For a second, Natalie was stuck on the part about taking a shower, but then she caught up. “Oh. Study hall.”
“Let’s meet after school. You don’t have to catch a bus, do you? You’ve got to meet my friend Chloe. She’s into witchcraft too. She probably has play practice after school today but we can go to the performing arts center and talk while we wait for her. Chloe will give you a ride home later.”
Natalie’s old car had died before they moved here and she couldn’t afford another one yet. She thought about the bus she was supposed to take home. She’d rather have all her teeth pulled without anesthetic than ride that horror show.
“Sure. I’d love to hang with you after school.”
“Great. I can’t wait. This is going to be so cool.” Anali gave her a blazing smile and a quick arm-squeeze before flitting off down the hallway like a plump blackbird.
Natalie aimed herself toward study hall and wondered what Chloe would be like. Two girls in her new school who both practiced the craft. What were the odds? Things were looking up. Maybe the suck wouldn’t be so hard after all.