Tara West

YA paranormal/fantasy and New Adult author


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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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My fan club is live!

Author.photo For those fans interested, I’ve created a small, private fan club on Facebook.  Fans will get access to my latest release information in addition to free downloads of my books and cool swag in exchange for spreading the word to their friends. I’ll be closing the group soon, so if you are interested, please go here to request to join.

I’ve got some AMAZING fans already there. I hope you’ll be one of them.

Thanks!


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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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New YA paranormal release, Betwixt by Melissa Pearl

It’s finally here! The new haunting paranormal YA by Melissa Pearl! Don’t you just love that cover?

Beautiful, wild-chid Nicole Tepper is hit by a car and left for dead. But when she wakes the next morning, Nicole finds herself in bed without a scratch. Perhaps she was more intoxicated than usual, as her mother is giving her the silent treatment and her friends are ignoring her as well. 
Things take a turn for the weird when Nicole soon discovers she is actually hovering between life and death. Her body is lying in the forest while her spirit is searching for anyone who can hear her. Unfortunately the only person who can is Dale Finnigan, the guy she publicly humiliated with a sharp-tongued insult that has left him branded.
Desperate, Nicole has no choice but to haunt Dale and convince the freaked-out senior to help her. Will he find her body before it’s too late? Or will the guy who tried to kill her with his car, beat him there and finish her off before anyone finds out?
Buy Betwixt on Amazon US and UK.
Soon to be available at Barnes and Noble, iTunes and other ebook retailers.

“Penny. Amber.” I walk next to my friends. “Why aren’t you guys worried? What if Trent’s lying? How did I end up in the forest? Please, someone, hear me.”

“What if she’s not shopping?” Penny drops her books on the big library table. At least she looks a little worried.

Thank you. Finally.

“Maybe she’s run away. She’s been threatening to do it for months.” Amber pulls out a chair. “Trent did say she was acting weird last night. Maybe when he dropped her off she collected her stuff and left?”

“What’s the bet some studly picked her up and they’re now getting married in Vegas.”

Everyone laughs at Matt’s joke.

“Maybe some trucker kidnapped her and she’s locked in the back with a trailer load of livestock.” Amber giggles.

“Why would that be funny?” My voice punches out in harsh syllables.

“Maybe she’s on a bus to New York. Hashtag, Nicole makes a break for it.” Penny smiles.

“Penny, not you too. I haven’t run away.” I throw my bag on the table. “You guys!”

“Maybe she’s dead.” The table goes silent at Lauren’s casual statement. They all look at her then at each other… then all start cracking up.

“Why are you guys laughing? I’m not dead. I’M NOT DEAD.” I scream.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a head pop up from a book and look around the room as if he just heard something.

“I’m not dead.” I yell across the room.

He flinches, lowers his book and looks straight at me.

I wince.

Dale Finnigan.

Un-freaking-believable.

In other news, the Curse of the Ice Dragon GoodReads book giveaway ends in less than 24 hours! Click here to enter to win one of six signed books!  

The Hunter’s Curse…

To the hunter who reaps his fill of kill

And nary none from need

Beware the beast who wakens to feast

On avarice and greed



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Almost finished and looking for beta readers

Dear readers, I’m nearly finished with Curse of the Ice Dragon. Then, it’s back to my Whispers series. So sorry this is taking me longer than I’d anticipated, but summer got in the way, and I’m only able to write a thousand words a day. In the meantime, I’m looking for beta readers for my fantasy. Any takers?

Oh, and thanks for the fan mail. I LOVE to hear from my readers. And if you’d like to follow my updates on FB, here’s my page.

Before I go, here’s the blurb for Curse of the Ice Dragon. And of course, I have to show off this amazing cover one more time. THANKS Littlemeesh from Deviantart.

Curse of the Ice Dragon by Tara West

Born with mark of the Mighty Hunter, Markus saves his village from the brink of starvation –for whenever he releases an arrow, his aim is true. But for all of his skill and strength, Markus doesn’t dare stand up to his abusive father. Shamed by his cowardice, he seeks distraction by needlessly shooting the forest creatures.

The village prophet warns Markus that the Ice Goddess will unleash The Hunter’s Curse. For every animal Markus kills, a person he loves will suffer the same fate. When Markus takes no heed, The Goddess unleashes her ice dragon. Now Markus must flee the dragon without killing it … or his beloved brother will be the next to die.


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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.