Tara West

YA paranormal/fantasy and New Adult author


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A Hunk A Hunk of Burnin’ Love!

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Three Elvises are better than one!

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Thor’s mighty hammer (plastic) and his long flowing tresses (synthetic fiber). He’s a stud ladies, and he’s all mine!

I’m BAAAACKKK from my trip to the Vegas Romance Novel Convention where I hung out with my most favorite author friends! I had a blast meeting the Elvises and Thor and touring the casinos. Of course, I had to make a special stop at M & M World for my kiddo.

A few observations I’ve made about Vegas. If you have special dietary needs, such as gluten free, many of the restaurants are very accommodating. The Mon Ami Gabi in the Paris Hotel was one of them as well as most of the Golden Nugget restaurants. So, kudos to the Las Vegas restaurant industry. You’ve made a fan for life. If I would have stayed longer than two days, I would have loved to try a few more places, but I’ll save them for next time. And kudos to my buddies, for following me to the safe restaurants. Y’all are amazing friends! Shea MacLeod, my bestest bud, thanks for sharing your Creme Brulee with me. OMG. I had a total foodgasm!

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My bestest bud and paranormal author of the bestselling Sunwalker Saga, Shea MacLeod.

Another observation is that the casinos don’t just want to take your money, so do many hustlers out on the streets, trying to entice you with free show tickets (there’s always a catch) or high stakes games of chance, but I skirted around those folks and continued to have a great time. I haven’t seen so many characters hanging out to take pictures since Disneyworld.  A few of my favorite were the Elvises and Thor (or maybe Thor’s not quite as muscular cousin). But Mr. Thor was just so adorable, I had to get my picture with him. There were a few OMG and ewwww folks, such as topless Strawberry Shortcake. No, I didn’t take her picture, so please don’t ask me to post it.

Of course, there was the awesome author book signing, where I picked up tons of swag for my fan club.  I did get the chance to see a few cover models, but most of my time was spent catching up with my writer buddies. I had so much fun. My only regret was that I didn’t get to stay longer, but I’m definitely hoping to do the Romance Novel Convention in Vegas next year!

Heather Marie Adkins, my co-author for Visions of the Witch. We worked on plot ideas for book six while we were together!

Heather Marie Adkins, my co-author for Visions of the Witch. We worked on plot ideas for book six while we were together!

YA/NA author friends, Lizzy Ford and Alexia Purdy!

YA/NA author friends, Lizzy Ford and Alexia Purdy!

Best-selling NA sweetie, Selene Chardou!

Best-selling NA sweetie, Selene Chardou!

Sensational writer and wonderful friend, CD Reiss.

Sensational writer and wonderful friend, CD Reiss.

Sweetheart and awesome horror writer, Alisa Tangredi.

Sweetheart and awesome horror writer, Alisa Tangredi.

 

Dinner with friends including Cheryl Bradshaw, Shea MacLeod, Me, Emma Jameson, M. Edward McNally, Heather Adkins, Lizzy Ford, CD Reiss, Alisa Tangredi, Mike Cooley and Arshad Ahsanuddin

Dinner with friends including Cheryl Bradshaw, Shea MacLeod, Me, Emma Jameson, M. Edward McNally, Heather Adkins, Lizzy Ford, CD Reiss, Alisa Tangredi, Mike Cooley and Arshad Ahsanuddin

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Whispers Book Four, Visions of the Witch, is Here!

visions.redo_webIt’s FINALLY here! I’d like to extend a special thanks to Heather Marie Adkins for helping me write this book. It’s much longer than the others, with a lot more magic, too!

Visions of the Witch, Whispers Book Four, by Tara West and Heather Marie Adkins

For three teenage girls, moving to a new school can be drama enough. But AJ, Krysta and Sophie have to contend with issues most sophomores don’t – namely their developing magical powers.

After a terrifying accident, AJ discovers how her family history of witchcraft shapes her powerful abilities. She and Krysta are sent to live with an eccentric aunt in Salem to learn the ways of their own magic. But even there, AJ’s visions become ever stronger, and her dreams are haunted by cryptic messages from a witch who was murdered centuries before.

Separated from her friends, Sophie withdraws into herself and begins to use her powers in dangerous ways. While AJ and Krysta struggle to unravel the mystery behind AJ’s dreams, Sophie must learn how to control her anger before her power consumes her. With the help of three adorable kittens, a few new friends, and two really cute guys, all three girls must find strength within themselves before they can master their magic.

Purchase Visions of the Witch on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Smashwords. iTunes, Sony and Kobo links coming soon.


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Whispers Cover Reveal – Visions of the Witch!

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From Visions of the Witch by Tara West and Heather Marie Adkins. Releasing early 2013.

I ran.

Above me, stars glinted in the black sky like a thousand eyes.  There was no moon to light my path through the field, no pale glow to give me the strength and courage to continue, but continue I did.

My very life depended on it.   

The stalks were taller than I was, and the ground soft enough to mask the sound of my leather shoes on the ground.  I shoved through the corn, not caring whether I tore off leaves or cobs in my haste to find shelter. My long skirts twisted around my legs, hindering my forward movement just enough to frighten me. If I fell…

The running footsteps behind me might catch up.

I veered to the right, wondering if the field would ever end.  I had done nothing but run for weeks, and I was so weary of the chase. How long would I have to hide myself for fear of condemnation?  How far must I travel before finding peace?

I gasped for breath, the air burning my lungs.  I could not run much longer.  For the first time, I realized I may have reached the end of my days.

I burst through the edge of the corn patch.  The sudden openness gave me pause, and I nearly fell before stumbling to a halt.  I whirled around and waited to see if I could hear my pursuer crashing through the maize. The distant howl of coyotes was lonely in the night, accompanied only by the sound of my heavy breathing and the beat of my heart resonating in my ears. 

Not a sound from the cornfield.

I backed away, my eyes trained on the benign stalks as they waved in a slight breeze.  I was afraid to turn my back for fear he was watching me from inside, waiting for me to be at my most vulnerable.

Taking a deep breath, I sent a quick prayer to the spirits of my ancestors, and then turned away, poised to run for the nearest homestead and beg sanctuary.

I did not even manage a single step before strong hands encircled my throat.

The first three books in the Whispers series are available wherever ebooks are sold and in print, all three books for one low price.  Click here to go to my Amazon page. Click here to order the Whispers One-Three Omnibus print.


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Win one of three signed copies of my books and new paranormal fantasy release!

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If you could have one magical power, what would it be? Would you levitate or maybe have the power to charm anyone?

In Sophie’s Secret, Sophie and her two BFFs are each gifted with different abilities. Sophie can read minds, AJ sees the future, and Krysta speaks to the dead. You can read Sophie’s Secret, Book One in the Whispers series, for FREE on Wattpad. Books two and three are available at all major ebook retailers.

I am giving away three signed print copies of my Whispers Omnibus collection (Sophie’s Secret, Don’t Tell Mother and Krysta’s Curse) or my new fantasy, Curse of the Ice Dragon. All you have to do is pick your magical power. Leave your answer on my Wattpad giveaway page and three winners will be chosen!

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In other news, I have a new short story out as part of a larger collection including six other talented writers, my writer peeps, The Eclective. It’s just .99 on Amazon. Hurry and download before it’s no longer on sale, or else before The Apocalypse, whichever comes first. 😉

The Apocalypse Collection by The Eclective:

It’s the end of the world as we know it, and the Eclective feels fine.

The Shifting Sands by Tara West: When a jealous goddess threatens to destroy all of humanity, a young woman and her family must overcome impossible odds to survive.

Light by Emma Jameson: In the zombie apocalypse, the hope for humanity’s survival is pinned on Daniel. Unfortunately, Daniel is an android. And humanity may be past all hope…

Alien Butt Plugs by PJ Jones: The aliens are coming! And Jeb’s first line of defense may be worse than the anal probe he fears.

Seeds by M. Edward McNally: For Meats and his fellow Guns, life was simple. Keep your respirator clear, your weapon ready, and an eye on your neighbors. Until one day Meats found some seeds, and everything got complicated.

Cleavers by Heather Marie Adkins: Creatures such as the Cleavers should never exist. But in Tora’s world, they’re real, and death is more likely than survival.

The Last Christmas by Alan Nayes: On the verge of the Apocalypse, a young couple wish to spend one last Christmas together.

Combustion by RG Porter: Kate wakes to find her world scorched and survivors in short supply. She needs to unravel the cause before time runs out.


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FREE spooky download today and tomorrow!

Click to purchase on Kindle.

Click to purchase.

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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The Haunted Collection has arrived!!!

Eight spooky stories by eight talented writers is now here at the unbelievable price of just .99!

 

Click to purchase on Kindle.

Click to download on Kindle.

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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Ugh

Well, after an awesome birthday celebration with my bud, Shea MacLeod, I’m home sick this week with something nasty that settled in my chest. Cough, hack, wheeze. No fun.

 The good news is that I’m not letting that stop me from working on my latest Whispers book with Heather Marie Adkins. I’ve also got a bonus short ghost story, The Smell of Death, releasing this Friday with my good friends at Curiosity Quills Press. Please stop by there this week and check it out. I’ll post a link when it’s up. If you like Krysta’s Curse, you’ll like The Smell of Death, about a young girl with powers much like Krysta’s.

And speaking of Krysta, here’s a scene from my next Whispers novel, Visions of the Witch. Without giving away too many spoilers, AJ was just in a car accident and Krysta is in the hospital waiting room.

“Do you want to play with me?”

She couldn’t have been older than five. She was adorable. Pudgy hands and cheeks, big brown eyes, dark, curly hair. She actually looked a lot like me when I was little. I tried to imagine her with olive skin like mine, but this child’s skin was deathly pale with a slight blue tint. Her tattered dress dripped with what looked like water. She had a large gash on her temple.

I stifled a sob before plastering on a smile. “I’d love to, but if I played with you, people would think I was crazy.”

I quickly scanned the few people in the hospital waiting room. A middle-aged couple was gawking at me. An elderly woman had moved to the far side of the room while she glared at me from beneath her lashes. They probably thought I’d escaped from the mental ward. The only person in the room who knew I wasn’t crazy was Sophie, but my BFF was snoring on the bench next to me.

I sighed while rolling my eyes. “They probably already think I’m crazy.” After all, to an outsider it must have looked like I was talking to myself.

“That’s okay.” The little girl shrugged. “There are other kids here.”

“I know.” I nodded, as again, I fought to hold back the tears. “I’ve seen them.”

Gawd, how I hated hospitals. Hated them. I’d never seen more dead people in all my life.

The little girl scrunched her brows. “How do you see us?”

“I’ve been curse—gifted with the power to see spirits.”  I tilted my chin and tried my best to sound upbeat. If it’s one thing I’ve learned about ghosts, they don’t respond well when the living cry, scream or faint when they see them.

Her eyes brightened with an unnatural glow. “My brother is here, too. Do you want to meet him?

“Sure,” I said, but then I spied AJ’s mom, Mrs. Dawson, out of the corner of my eye.

She was walking briskly toward me while waving me over. Her eyes were puffy and red, just like they’d been the past five days, but thankfully, this time she was actually smiling.

I leaned over and shook Sophie.

She sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “What is it?” Sophie mumbled. “Is AJ okay?”

Mrs. Dawson had turned and was walking back down the hallway.

A jolt of excitement shot through my spine. “I think so,” I said. Then I turned toward the little girl. “I’ve got to go and see another friend. I’ll catch you later, okay?”

She smiled and waved goodbye.

As I watched the child’s reflection disappear, I thought of AJ and how, for five long days I’d been expecting to see AJ’s ghost visiting me in the waiting room instead.

I looked over at Sophie who was still untangling herself from her blankets. She had turned the hospital waiting room into her own personal bedroom, preferring to sleep there rather than to stay awake and listen to all of the depressing thoughts of the hospital patients and their families.

This was such a horrible place. The last place people like Sophie and I needed to be camping out.

Hot tears slipped over the rims of my eyelids and down my face. My nose dripped, and I had nothing to wipe it but an old napkin I had to dig out of my purse. I flipped open my little cosmetic mirror and stole a quick glance at my reflection while Sophie put on her socks and shoes. My eyeliner was smeared. My skin was blotchy. My hair looked like an electrified mop. Before AJ’s accident, I’d never been caught dead in public without my makeup looking perfect.

But almost losing your best friend puts life into clearer perspective.

At the moment the only thing I cared about was if AJ was going to live.