Tara West

YA paranormal/fantasy and New Adult author


To my once beloved, but now broken, Kindle

UPDATE! It wasn’t the Kindle but the charger. Weird, because that charger still works on my phone. But I’ve got my Kindle back. Squeee!!!

My dearest Kindle,

This is one of the hardest letters I’ve ever had to write. I don’t know how things went so terribly wrong between us. All of those heartfelt moments of joy, sorrow, excitement, and even (gasp) a few shades of pleasure–did those feelings we shared mean nothing to you? I have tried to reason with you. I’ve charged you for several days now, and your battery remains low, cool, aloof. How could you do such a thing, Kindle?

Your betrayal has forced me back into the arms of my old flame, paperback books. And even though the pleasure I glean from them doesn’t yield quite so many emotions, at least paperbacks are reliable, unlike you, fickle Kindle. I should also tell you that I almost cut my finger twice last night on the hard and unforgiving edges of my paper book. All of this could have been avoided, Kindle, hadn’t you betrayed my trust.

It seems like it was only yesterday (actually last week) that we were laughing at that poor woman trying to read her Nook underneath the harsh rays of the afternoon sun while we were waiting for our children after school. My ereader did not have a glare as I enjoyed unobstructed reading pleasure. We shared a good laugh that day, didn’t we Kindle?

I have been a good reader to you, haven’t I? I’ve read you nearly every day, sometimes for hours at a time. I even bought you that special case to keep you protected from the cluttered and often unpredictable elements of my purse. And this is what I get in return for my loyalty? Stuck at four percent for the past two days?

I am hurt, saddened, disappointed, angry and bloated. But my PMS has nothing to do with this. I just thought you should know.

My friends have told me I simply need to call Amazon and they will replace my Kindle. And even though I hate the notion of giving you up, and of reloading all of those books back onto my new ereader, this relationship simply isn’t working. And so it is with great sadness, that I must tell you goodbye, dear Kindle. And though your betrayal pains me (in addition to my PMS), when I think of you, I will try to recall the fond memories we’ve shared.

Your loyal, yet hurt, saddened and disappointed, friend


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From Hags to Hogwarts: How witches have evolved in literature

Oh, my SQUEE!!! My article “From Hags to Hogwarts: How witches have evolved in literature” is actually featured on Wattpad this week on the front page! Please click here to read it, and while you are there, you can read Sophie’s Secret for FREE.  I wrote this article while researching The Salem Witch Trials for Whispers, Book Four, Visions of the Witch (2013).

Also, today is the LAST day to enter my Amazon giftcard giveaway. Click here to go to my Curse of the Ice Dragon giveaway now and register for that Amazon giftcard. Big THANKS to Promotional Book Tours for hosting it!

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An open letter to mud from Benny the dog

Benny relaxing after chasing me on my four wheeler.

Dear mud, I love you. Actually, I love everything but I love you most of all. Well, with the exception of leftover roast beef, rawhide treats, scratches behind the ears and hugs from my kid.

But I do love you more than licking my butt, even after I’ve found a crunchy surprise.

I love you more than those squished lizards on the road in front of our house. They are not filling, anyway.

I certainly love you more than bath-time and trips to the vet, even though I let my vet know I love her by planting big sloppy kisses on her face. I love you more than catching my frisbee. I love you more than stealing Hunter’s football. That black dog gets too much attention.

I love you more than chasing goats and cats. I love you more than I love barking at the mailman and cable guy.

In short, I love you so much. I’m glad you’re a part of my life, and that you are there to comfort me after Mommy gives me a bath and tries to make me smell like flowers. I love you because you understand exactly what this dog needs to be content–nice, soft, squishy mud. You soothe my bug bites and cool me down after I chase my family around. I don’t care if I have to withstand a thousand baths, so long as I can return to you. You and I shall never part, mud.

Yours truly,

Benny the dog

**On a side note, Benny and my angel labs in heaven, Jack and Buster, were actually the inspiration for Ryne’s loyal companion, Tar, from my YA fantasy, Curse of the Ice Dragon. Tar risks his life many times to protect those he loves. My labs have always been loyal and protective of the family. Aren’t dogs the most amazing animals? 

Ahhhh. Benny had a busy day chasing us on our four wheelers. He just loves being part of the family.

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Enter for your chance to win a $50 Amazon gift card!

The Curse of the Ice Dragon book blast and giveaway is going on now, thanks to Promotional Book Tours (dot) com. Click here to enter in the rafflecopter giveaway for your chance to win one of five signed copies of Ice Dragon, one of three digital downloads or the grand prize, a $50 Amazon gift card!!!



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Enter to win a signed copy of Curse of the Ice Dragon!

That’s right! I’m giving away six signed copies of Curse of the Ice Dragon over at GoodReads. The contest lasts a month, so you’ve got plenty of time to enter. In the meantime, you can preview the book here:

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Curse of the Ice Dragon by Tara West

Curse of the Ice Dragon

by Tara West

Giveaway ends November 07, 2012.

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FREE spooky download today and tomorrow!

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Get your spook on, peeps just in time for Halloween! The Haunted Collection will be free on Kindle today and tomorrow. Included is my spooky YA, The Smell of Death. And, yes, since I am also a cover designer, I made this cover!

Empty Vessel by M. Edward McNally: Captain Wil has command of his own ship, the respect of his crew, and his wife is expecting their first child. But at sea, the winds always become calm just before the storm breaks.

The Smell of Death by Tara West: Maggie’s unusual powers bring new threats to her already troubled childhood.

Safe by Emma Jameson: In Victorian London, a grave robber makes a nice living off the dead, until he opens the wrong crypt.

Soulfully Sweet by Shéa MacLeod: As if helping the living isn’t enough of a pain in her divine hindquarters, Branwen (former goddess of love and beauty) is stuck helping the dead on All Hallow’s Eve.

May I Go Play? by Heather Marie Adkins: Micah inherits a southern mansion where ancestors long dead relive their violent deaths. And now, they want company…

Blehdward, the Vampire who Couldn’t Sparkle by Pj Jones: Blehdward desperately wants to fit in with the cool vamps. If only he could learn how to sparkle.

Franscesca by Alan Nayes: Break a promise to a feiticeira and you will live to regret it.

Soul Eaters by R.G. Porter: Kaitlyn never believed in the existence of other worlds. Now she’s in the middle of one where humans aren’t the hunters but the hunted.

The Eclective is a group of authors dedicated to the premise that The Story is The Thing, and classifications of genre are mostly a matter for bookshelves. While the following stories share a “Haunting” theme, they might variously be filed as Horror, Paranormal, Fantasy, YA, etc., or anything else. Our idea is that the story itself is more important than whatever label somebody feels like giving it, and by bringing our work together in collections like this one, we hope readers may find a story they might like. Even if it is not in “their” genre.

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An open letter to the vacuum from the dog

Dear vacuum,

I hate you.

I hate you more than fleas. I hate you more than ticks. I even hate you more than vaccines.

In other words, I hate you.

Those clumps of hair I left all over the sofa–those were not meant for you. Same with the dirt I tracked on carpet. Kindly give it all back.

I do not understand why my mommy pushes you around.Thank goodness she doesn’t do it very often.

The next time she leaves you out, I think I will shred your cord with my razor sharp teeth. I do not care if I get in trouble. I do not care if I get sent to the corner or thrown outside.

By the way, have I told you how much I hate you? Because I really, really hate you.

I even hate you more than bath-time. That is how much I hate you.


The Dog, aka The Queen, aka P-Nut