Excerpt & Character Interview For Scrying for Summer by Katherine McIntyre Book Tour

Brooke Banks | 7:34 AM | | |

Woo-hoo! I have an exciting excerpt with butting-heads romance and a character interview with our leading lady, Jev.

I wish I had enough time to review this book for the tour, but I will be reading the series soon. It sounds so good. Check it out, ya'll!

About the Book

Title: Scrying for Summer
Author: Katherine McIntyre
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Jev was looking for an adventure, however she wanted the usual variety of stomping out nasty fae in the city as an enforcer of the Philly Coven. Instead, handsome as sin Liam O'Reilly shows up on her doorstep dropping news of the worst organization of fae they'd dealt with on the rise again. Except, he's a traitor, an asshole, and the absolute last person she wants to work with.

However, the longer they work together, the more the fire between them burns, turning from rage and irritation into something primal. And as she gets to know the real Liam O'Reilly behind the charming smiles and sexy lines, he becomes so much deadlier. Because the protective, self-sacrificing man underneath his facade is just the sort she could fall for.

About the Author:

A modern day Renaissance-woman, Katherine McIntyre has learned soapmaking, beer brewing, tea blending, and most recently roasting coffee. Most of which make sure she’s hydrated and bathed while she spends the rest of her time writing. With a desire to travel and more imagination than she knows what to do with, all the stories jumping around in her head led to the logical route of jotting them down on paper. She writes novels with snarky women, ragtag crews, and guys with bad attitudes. High chances for a passionate speech thrown into the mix.

Character Interview with Jev Brennan from Scrying for Summer, book two of the Philadelphia Coven Chronicles

What’s it like working for one of the biggest covens in the regional area? Philadelphia Coven has quite a reputation.

Jev: Do we now? Is it for being trouble magnets? As one of the biggest, it also means we’ve got more nasties coming out way trying to take us down a couple of pegs. It’s constant work and constant fighting, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love it. There’s never a dull moment in Philly, even if that means I’ve got to wash wight guts out of my tank tops on a regular basis.

As an enforcer, you probably see a lot of different monsters crawling around at night. Do you have a least favorite type to encounter?

Yes. I hate pixies with the intensity of the desert sun. They can all die in a wildfire. I’ve worked with them when needed, and yes, they’re not all bad—one of the more neutral brands of fae out there, however the annoyance levels at being attacked at a swarm of those things rise a mile high. They’re always in teams, and sting and shriek at you like there’s no tomorrow. And once their miniscule brains seize onto a threat, they refuse to drop it.

Coffee or tea?

While I have the fixings for tea, since any good witch has a cabinet of herbs, I tend to drink infrequently. Coffee on the other hand, I would stab someone for.

Who’s your best friend?

I’m lucky enough to have quite a few. Unfortunately, one of mine passed—Sela was kidnapped and murdered by the Order of the Serpent, which to this day sticks with me. However, out of that whole ordeal I gained Conor and Brenna, who are wonderful, strong, good people. And I mean, I guess Liam’s a best friend, since he’s pretty fantastic despite being a constant thorn in my side. And Cami of course has been my bestie from the early Coven days. The woman’s the calm to my chaos.

Do you have a favorite place in Philadelphia?

Hell yes! I have a thousand favorite places in Philly! This is my city, after all. One of my favorite hangouts growing up used to be the main stretch of South Street. Back in the heyday, it had a bustling alternative scene—tons of witch shops, funky bars, and geeky places. While the landscape’s changed a little bit over the years, there are still some gems worth visiting there.

A knock sounded on her door, snapping her to attention. She hopped out of her seat and over to her room to slip on pants, then tugged her tumbles of wavy hair into a ponytail. “Who is it?” she called out, hoping whoever stood on the other side could hear.

“Liam,” his low voice came from outside. Her heart sped up, since her body was a traitor to whatever the hell she’d been trying to convince herself of. Jev let out a sigh, hoping her flush hadn’t reached her cheeks. With Destrius on the loose though, she wouldn’t trust any voice she heard, not without being able to confirm it. A witch’s best tool in her arsenal was preparedness, another reason she appreciated the forced Girl Scout time her mom had put her through as a kid.

Jev placed her hand on the knob. “How do I know it’s you?”

“Because I know what you sound like when you come,” came the teasing reply.

Any jitters she’d been feeling died at that, and she tossed the door open with a hand on her hip. Liam stood on the porch in her alley, a stupid smirk on his face and eyes dancing with amusement.

“You’re a laugh riot,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Come on in, and I’ll throw on some real clothes. That”—she paused, pointing at him and leveling him with a look—“wasn’t an invitation for some ‘or take them off’ comment.”

“I wouldn’t dare.” Liam took on a tone of mock innocence and lifted his hands in defense. Even though his cockiness boiled her blood, she couldn’t deny the thrill of attraction that fluttered through her the moment she saw him on her doorstep. While she might slum it in a ragged old tank top and yoga pants, he made jeans and a faded carmine tee look like a fashion statement due to the state of pressed cleanliness he kept his clothes in. Matter of fact, his apartment had been the same. Jev snorted as she nudged a stray pile of papers out of her walking path and cleared off the couple of books cluttering her love seat.

Before she got out the words “make yourself comfortable,” Mr. Presumptuous already had. To make it worse, D’Artagnan slunk up and nuzzled Liam’s hand in greeting before climbing up beside him.

“Traitor,” Jev whispered to her cat as she maneuvered past stacks of books and random clutter to her bedroom.

I hope you're excited to read this as I am. :D

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