Black Widow Witch Blog Tour w Giveaway!

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Hello everyone! Today I have something fun to show you! I happen to really like this author’s writing, and though I’ve only read a few of her books, she’s quickly becoming a favorite! So, with that said let me show you some goodies!! 

Black Widow Witch

Black Widow Witch

A.J. Locke

Genre: Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Etopia Press

Date of Publication:  May 15th, 2014

ISBN: 978-1-941692-09-7


Number of pages: 239

Word Count: 88k

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Book Description:

A deadly curse, a deadly assassin, and one shot to save everyone she loves…

Malachi Erami can’t fall in love. After she’s caught with Knave, the witch Queen’s favorite lover, she’s cursed to savagely butcher any man she falls for. Exiled to live among humans, Malachi runs a bar that serves magic-laced drinks, but since her curse labels her high risk, she’s also closely monitored. Julian Vira is her latest babysitter, but he’s also the first man since Knave that she’s been attracted to. Good-looking and nonjudgmental of her horrible curse? Yeah, he’s hard to resist.

But when Malachi finds a body behind her bar, she knows she’s in trouble. If the Witches Control Council gets wind of it, she’ll be accused of murder and sent to her death. And when her friends start getting framed for murder, she realizes she’s not the only target. Malachi and Julian dig into the evidence to clear her name, but the closer they get to answers, the closer the curse comes to taking over. So when Malachi uncovers a plot to kill the witch Queen, she finds herself suddenly recruited into service, with the promise of having her curse lifted and a reunion with Knave as well. But if she fails, Knave will die. And she and Julian might not live long enough to see that happen.

Excerpt- Chapter One

Today was the anniversary of the worst day of my life, and I’d been trying to forget about it by consuming a vast amount of booze. The fact that I owned a bar greatly helped with that endeavor, and the fact that I was drunk was an accomplishment, since witches weren’t easily susceptible to alcohol. Humans were onto something with this whole drinking-to-forget-one’s-crappy-life thing.

Behind the bar, I poured a shot for an eager customer. Amaretto, Southern Comfort peach liqueur, and sweet-and-sour mix went into the glass, then I held my hand over the drink and let a stream of purple magic, the same color as my eyes, flow into it. The drink glowed purple for a few seconds, then I handed it to the customer, who drank it with no hesitation. After slamming the glass down, he grabbed the tipsy woman who’d been hanging on him and gave her a sloppy kiss, then led her out of the bar. I smiled and shook my head. The magic I’d put into the shot, aptly named Piece of Ass, would ensure they didn’t leave the bedroom tonight.

Somewhere in the room I heard riotous laughter, and above that the voice eliciting that laughter. Xiune was having a good night for a change and wasn’t holed up in my office. Though since she was just a head inside a clear acrylic box, it was understandable that sometimes all she wanted to do was hide.

“Malachi, darling!” Xiune called. “Seven handsome young men have requested the Challenge!” I smiled slyly. I loved administering the Challenge.

“It’s time for the Seven Deadly Sins Challenge!” I announced, filling up eight shot glasses with vodka, one of which I downed. “Which sin will it be and what will its victim do?” People shouted their guesses while I sent tendrils of magic into the shots. My magic sparked like tiny bolts of lightning, and like the shot I had just made, the liquid briefly glowed purple. I focused on one of the glasses and started whispering a spell, channeling the essence of one of the seven deadly sins through my body. For a brief moment, my body became flushed with a feeling of ravenous desire, then it flowed out of me into the shot glass. I felt rather charged and wondered if this had been the right sin to choose tonight. But hey, I was drunk, and I kind of wanted to see someone suffer. Misery loves company right?

I levitated the shot glasses onto a tray and sauntered over to the table where Xiune was entertaining the men who thought they were up for the Challenge. With her flawless complexion, golden eyes, and vibrant red hair, Xiune didn’t need a body to be beautiful. I’d known her when she had one though, and if she’d been sitting there in all her glory, she’d have every man kneeling at her feet. Her allure was only heightened by the fact that she was a bodiless beauty who used her magic to float herself around in a box. The box wasn’t necessary for Xiune to move around, but she felt safer inside it when she was out in public. That way if a witch hater spat on her, she’d have a shield. It also prevented those on the other end of the spectrum, people who were fascinated by witches, from getting too close. I set the shot glasses down and motioned for the men to stand around the table. They looked like your typical college fare: unkempt hair, sagging pants, and some sort of ironic or sports themed T-shirt. High-fives and shit talking all around.

“Now boys,” I said, leaning forward on my forearms, giving my cleavage time to shine. “Are you sure you’re ready for this? One of you is moments away from experiencing a sin you may or may not enjoy.” They assured me they were man enough to handle any sin, and I smiled. The fun thing about the Challenge was that everyone handled it differently. One man caught with gluttony had run across the street to McDonalds, spent over a hundred dollars on food, then sat on the floor and gorged himself. A woman under the same gluttony spell had tried to eat her friend’s purse.

“Let’s hope it’s lust and let’s hope it’s me,” one of the men said, winking at me. He stood a couple of inches over six feet, had brown hair and a lanky physique. If he started spending time at the gym, maybe his lame come-ons would give him more luck getting laid.

“Honey, I would eat you up,” I said with a slow smile. Normally I would never have said such a line, but all the alcohol I had consumed was speaking for me. He probably had no idea how true those words were though, because his smile never wavered. However, for a moment after I spoke, I saw another face in place of his, and it cut through my drunken haze like a knife. I gasped, and he must have thought that was a sign he had a chance with me, because his smile became more lascivious. Lucky for him, he did nothing for me.

“Malachi, let’s get this show going.” Xiune slid her box over to nudge me, and I shook my head and turned back to the waiting crowd.

“All right, it’s about to go down!” I yelled. “For anyone who hasn’t witnessed the Challenge before, I’ll explain how it works. One of these shot glasses is infused with the essence of one of the seven deadly sins, and the recipient will be overcome with that sin for the next half hour, while the others will experience the most euphoric feeling they’ve ever experienced from a shot of alcohol.” I motioned for the men to pick up a glass, and Mister Flirtatious had one more wink for me.

“Gentlemen, take your shot of sin!” They took their shots to the head. When they slammed their glasses down, every eye in the room was on them. After about twenty seconds, one of the men—not Winky—suddenly gasped, whipped his head around, and bolted from among his friends to accost a mildly attractive woman standing nearby.

“Fuck me! Fuck me, please!” He shook her by the upper arms while she stared at him, mortified, as his friends tried to pry him off her. I brayed with laughter, as did Xiune and everyone else in the bar.

“Oh god, I’m so horny. Someone please, fuck me!” He struggled against his laughing friends, trying to reach any female in sight, with his erection leading the way. Lust had been the winner tonight, and for the next thirty minutes this poor sap would be lusting after every woman he saw, whether she was twenty-eight or eighty-two. He even lurched toward Xiune, but she floated out of the way. Xiune was one sexy head in a box and had a mouth she could work wonders with. She often came out of her box to work those wonders on any willing man. There were more than you’d think.

“Right sin, wrong guy, right?” brown-haired dude said to me.

I rolled my eyes. “You and your friends will have your hands full for the next half hour. I suggest you hold on to him real good and don’t be surprised if he turns to one of you when it starts to look like he won’t be getting any women.”

He laughed and pulled out his cell phone. “I’ll call his girlfriend, though she’ll probably be too pissed at him for doing this to alleviate his lust.” He left the bar to make the call, while the other five continued to hold on to their friend, laughing like they’d never experienced anything so hilarious in their lives. Some of the more mischievous or drunk women teased the guy by parading in front of him and doing dirty little stripper moves. Only his friends’ hold stopped him from tackling one of them and trying to rip her clothes off.

I wasn’t afraid of things getting out of hand because I could break the spell any time I wanted. There was always a point where things stopped being amusing and started getting annoying. I left them and headed back behind the bar, while Xiune found another table of people to entertain. She was a wonderful songstress, and soon her melodic voice filled the bar as I went back to making magicked drinks. I glanced at my watch, noting that it was almost midnight, which meant the day was almost over. That didn’t actually mean anything though. The day passing didn’t mean I would forget the curse that was hanging over my life.

“Hey, Malachi, can you pass me a knife?”

“Knave?” I quickly turned to the busboy, James, who was bent over a box behind the bar.

“No, I said knife,” he said. My throat was suddenly tight, but I reached under the bar, got a knife, and handed it to him. I stood back and ran my hands through my short black curls, blowing out a slow breath as I tried to rein in my reaction to thinking I had heard the name Knave. That was the name attached to the face I did not like to think about, but no amount of alcohol and rowdy college boys taking the Challenge could truly put him from my mind. I didn’t want to see Knave’s face, didn’t want to think about the hard muscles my hands used to slide over, following the planes of his body to his waist and not stopping until I touched something that arched his back and made him whisper my name. I didn’t want to think about the nights we’d spent wrapped in each other’s arms, feeling our hearts beating against each other. But of course, since his name crossed my lips, he was all I could think about.

Falling in love with Knave was why I was cursed. And I could only blame myself. I should have known better than to take someone else’s lover to my bed. Especially if the woman crossed was a witch queen who was powerful, sadistic, and known to curse people just for sneezing out of place.

“Malachi? Excuse me, Malachi?” I blinked and brought myself out of my thoughts, turning to see that one of the other busboys, Dan, was trying to get my attention. He held a box of empty liquor bottles and needed me to move so he could pass. I shuffled out of the way, but thinking of Knave and my curse, along with all the beer and shots I’d drunk tonight, made me feel slightly unstable. Suddenly, the rowdiness in my bar wasn’t fun; it was obnoxious, and I wanted to get away from it. I headed through the door Dan had passed through, into the hallway that led to my office and the Dumpster out back. Halfway down the hallway, I heard a crash, followed by a scream. I ran through the back door, taking in several things at once that left me rooted to the spot. One, the revolting stench that went far beyond what our single Dumpster could give off. Two, Dan standing rigidly a few feet away with broken bottles scattered at his feet. And three, the thing that had caused him to drop the bottles and scream. Behind the Dumpster was a dead body.

My Review

Ok, this one is cool. First, it’s almost like the Fae, but with witches. They have their own homeland, and it isn’t Earth, and cursed witches are sent to Earth as punishment. OOOH. And no one has the same curse, however, they all seem to be cursed by the same woman. She’s pretty horrible. I must say that this one has a whole new take on witches and their curse, and it’s a fun new world to play in. 🙂 

So Malachi, I called her Mal, fell in love with the witch queen’s favorite lover, and was cursed to kill horribly, any man she ever fell in love with and then was sent to Earth in banishment. So, she opens a bar, where she bartends and makes magical drinks. She had to register with the humans as a witch, so people know about her. She is a strong lady, though she has her soft times, like when she remembers things about Knave, the queen’s lover she fell for, and when she feels guilty about her friends who are fellow cursed witches. I loved her character. She has this quirky little snark to her without being mean or cruel. Plus she’s funny, like cursing a guys drink with lust, it was hilarious. But when her best friend, who was cursed because of her, gets arrested for something she didn’t do, and dead bodies start showing up, she knows something’s going on. The story really gets good when she starts trying to figure out what’s happening to cursed witches and why they are trying to be framed. 

So, there’s several side characters that need mentioning. Like Julien, who was assigned with being her babysitter by the powers that be, the witches council. They are like the police for witches except more lethal. He is understanding, and wants to help, and I was really rooting for him and Mal to work it out 🙂 Then her two besties, Xiune and Iilene, I hope I spelled those right, who have their own horrible curses and yet still make a life on Earth worth fighting for. And Curtis, the human, who helps them out, and the few guys who also make up their little motley crew. I really liked the characters, and how they each have their own, very horrible, very pitty inducing reason for being sent here. Seriously, horrible things those curses. And then there’s the evil witch, I wanna call her the other word. I mean really, she is so damn horrible, I wanna throw something horrible on her and hope she melts like wax 🙂 Yeah you’re going to love to hate her, but she is an excellently written bad guy! 🙂 

The world and setting is normal on Earth, but the beautiful creations of the witch queen’s domain still reminds me of something along the Fae, or even Alice in Wonderland. It’s cool. And the writing is very well done. I enjoyed this one, it has romance, and mystery, and witches, and magic, and some seriously cruel curses. But I must say, kuddos on thinking of those curses and their reasons, very unique! Overall, this is a really good book if you’re looking for something fresh and fun, and sometimes scary! I hope there’s more books to come, I would love to see that!  5 MAGICAL PAWS!! 

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Author Guest Post  

What’s In a Name? 

            Naming my characters has always been an interesting aspect of writing my books. Sometimes names come easy, sometimes they’re a little more difficult. I’m not the kind of writer who can name her characters any name just because I like it or it sounds pretty. The name has to feel like it fits the character. If I try to force a name to work, it just feels off and I can’t start writing until everyone has the name they are supposed to have.

            In my new release, Black Widow Witch, I gave my main character the name Malachi. For a female, I know it’s an unusual name, even in the realm of giving females masculine names. I remember when I was trying to name everyone, I initially thought Malachi would be a good fit for Knave. But it just didn’t stick. That character didn’t feel like Malachi no matter how much I tried to make it work. Then I thought about the name in terms of the female lead and it just clicked. Malachi she became. So for me it wasn’t that I set out to give her an unconventional boy’s name, it just ended up being the name that felt right. After that, all the other names fell into place.

            As a writer, I love how much of the process is intuitive, how I can be in tune with my stories to the point where I can feel if something is right or wrong whether it’s a name, or a scene, or a plot twist. It’s definitely one of the most fun…but also most frustrating part of being a writer.

About the Author:


A.J. Locke is an author and artist, originally from Trinidad, now residing in New York City. Black Widow Witch is her second published novel, and other than writing she enjoys reading, drawing, painting, graphic design, and watching too much television.



Twitter:  @maqueripe


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I hope you guys check this one out and I wish you all good luck on the giveaway!! 🙂 Happy reading and later gators! 


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