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Monday, November 24, 2014

Spotlight and Giveaway War-N-Wit, Inc. by Gail Roughton








Witch Resurrected
War-N-Wit, Inc.
Book 1
Gail Roughton

Genre:  Paranormal Romantic Suspense

Publisher:  Books We  Love, Ltd.

Date of Publication:  September 21, 2014

ISBN: 978-1-77145-314-1
ASIN: B00NSY9NZ8

Number of pages:192
Word Count: 63,858

Cover Artist:  Michelle Lee

Book Description: 

Ariel Anson thinks she has her life in order. She’s young, smart, and beautiful, even if she doesn’t believe the beautiful part. She’s a paralegal with a great career and a fiancé who’s a CPA. You just can’t get any steadier than that. Then she meets private investigator, bounty hunter, process server Chad Garrett.

What does War-N-Wit, Inc. stand for anyway?

Warlock and Witch? For real? Oh, yes! For real.

Her life as she knows it is over! Instead of organizing corporate documents and pleadings, she’s chasing bail jumpers and taking down serial killers. And investigating secret societies. Like Resurrection.

Not everyone can join, just the elite few who remember their past lives. Only the Seer knows if those memories are truth or fabrication. There’s just one problem. The new Seer is missing in action. War-N-Wit’s new assignment is a blast from the past! But whose past?


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Excerpt Witch Resurrected

After the chocolate éclair, we walked back up to Lafayette Square and sat on one of its benches to wait for the next bus. When we saw it coming, we walked over to the boarding point and resumed our second round trip tour, getting off at River Street to explore in the daylight. We wandered in and out of shops. I was getting tired and the afternoon was getting on, so we headed  back to our hotel. From nowhere, a black cat ran under my feet. I gasped and stumbled, barely managing to avoid a fall by grabbing onto Chad’s arm. As I straightened, I found myself eye level with a newspaper box. The headline hit me hard in the stomach, but it was the picture that stabbed my heart.
“Chad!” I pointed to the newspaper. “That was our little waitress last night!”

Savannah Student’s Body Found in Alley, screamed the headlines. Our little waitress Diana smiled at us from the front page.

“Damn it!” Chad reached in his pocket and inserted quarters into the slot. I grabbed a copy as soon as the latch lifted.

“The body of college student Diana Tolbert was discovered in the early morning hours in an alley near the restaurant where she worked…”

“Chad, that’s not right! I saw her last night walking right down River Street! Why would she be back up by the restaurant?”

“Com’on.” Chad took my arm. “Let’s cross the street and sit down over in the park. Time to check in with G.”
I held back. It had been such a great afternoon I hadn’t even thought about or needed a trip to a ladies’ room until the last half-hour or so, and then I’d figured we were heading back to our room to change before dinner and hadn’t looked for one. It seemed the game plan was changing. I had a feeling we weren’t going to be back in our room anytime soon and this personal problem wasn’t going to do anything but get more pressing.

I glanced at the shops behind us. A restaurant. Good. “Let me make a side trip to the ladies’ room first. Why don’t you go in and get us two coffees to go while I do. Be out in just a minute.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

He walked to the bar area while I headed for the door with the feminine silhouette. I heard the door open and close while I was in one of the two stalls. I nodded to the woman waiting by the sink as I walked over to wash my hands, though I was surprised to see her just standing there. The other stall had been empty when she’d come in. And she still didn’t seem in a hurry to take either of the stalls now that I was out.

I turned from the mirror to the paper towel dispenser. From nowhere, a hand flashed out, smothering my nose and mouth with a cloth reeking with the sickeningly sweet smell of chloroform. The hand was attached to an arm wearing the pinstriped black sleeve of a man’s coat. The cuff of the dress shirt glowed blindingly white as I followed it down into darkness.


Mean Streets
War-N-Wit, Inc.
Book 2
Gail Roughton

Genre: Paranormal Romantic Suspense

Publisher:    Books We Love, Ltd.
Date of Publication: October 17, 2014

ASIN: B00NT22DXI

Number of pages:194
Word Count: 58,274

Cover Artist: Michelle Lee

Book Description:

Daytona Bike Week. Biker’s paradise. The perfect place for Chad and Ariel Garrett to take a few days off and relax with Chad’s buddy Spike and Ariel’s little sister Stacy.

But nothing ever goes as planned with that magical duo. Trouble just stalks them like a black cat. A missing agent riding with an outlaw biker gang, a call from Chad’s past, and War-N-Wit, Inc.’s riding again, with romance blooming in the midst of danger. From Daytona, the crew heads back to Vegas and another family wedding. Spike and Stacy are ready to say “I do!” In the Tunnel of Love Drive-Thru at the Little White Wedding Chapel in Vegas, of course. It’s become a family tradition.

But what’s supposed to happen in Vegas just refuses to stay in Vegas. And you’re not going to believe this side-trip!

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Excerpt for MeanStreets

We’d just settled at the table with nachos and tall beers when Chad’s phone sounded. A ring-tone I’d never heard before. A ring-tone I didn’t like a bit. Because Chad tailored his ring-tones. Business calls were heralded by the theme from Sons of Anarchy. Informants were announced by Down in the Boondocks. Calls from the Guardians, a little-known group of folks who kept their fingers on the pulse of the Magic Kingdom, came in with the theme from The Twilight Zone. So it was a no-brainer to surmise a call coming in to the strains of Secret Agent Man couldn’t be good. Especially since I’d never heard it before. And especially when coupled with the look on Chad’s face when he looked at me, which didn’t even take into account the blank poker face Spike sported as he concentrated fiercely on the tortilla chips.

I could hear the gears in Chad’s brain clicking. If he answered it, I’d hear the conversation. If he got up and went outside to answer it, I’d know he didn’t want me to hear the conversation, which would be even worse. A lose-lose situation.

He yanked the phone up to his ear, thumb hitting the button.

“Yeah?” I could hear the voice on the other end but not well enough to make out any words. “When and where?” More indistinguishable noise. “I’ll look into it.” He ended the call and put the phone back in his pocket.

“So,” I said lightly, scooping up the cheesy, meaty nacho sauce on a chip. I held it in front of my mouth for a minute. “Is your phone goin’ to self-destruct in sixty seconds or what?”

I popped the chip into my mouth and chewed.

He laughed. “Don’t suppose it’d help any to claim it was a wrong number?”

“Not a bit.”

“Didn’t think so.”

Spike decided it was safe to relax his facial muscles. “Thought you didn’t, um, I mean, hadn’t, um—”

“I don’t and I haven’t. Meant to change that damn ringtone, too.”


“But not delete the number?” I raised my eyebrow slightly.

“It’s not a number you can ever delete.”

“Slavery’s been abolished in this country since 1863. No indentured servitude anymore, either.”

“Sometimes you might need to know something only the caller from that number can tell you.”

“Like somebody’s gotten out of the pen and is comin’ for you?”

Spike laughed. “Damn, she’s good. You know she knows, Magic Man, why don’t you just spill it?”
“Okay, it’s like this. All my work experience doesn’t show up on my resume.”

I didn’t just laugh. In southern parlance, I hollered. I laughed so hard my sides hurt.


Oh!” I gasped for breath and tried to stop laughing. “Oh, that’s hysterical! So can you tell me something I don’t already know?

About the Author:

Gail Roughton is a native of small town Georgia whose Deep South heritage features prominently in much of her work. She’s worked in a law office for close to forty years, during which time she’s raised three children and quite a few attorneys. She’s kept herself more or less sane by writing novels and tossing the completed manuscripts into her closet.

A cross-genre writer, she’s produced books ranging from humor to romance to thriller to horror and is never quite sure herself what to expect when she sits down at the keyboard. Now multi-published by Books We Love, Ltd., her credits include the War-N-Wit, Inc. series, The Color of Seven, Vanished, and Country Justice. Currently, she’s working on Black Turkey Walk, the second in the Country Justice series, as well as the Sisters of Prophecy series, co-written with Jude Pittman.

Another War-N-Wit plot always seems to be brewing on the back burner, too, whether she’s actually trying to brew one or not, and usually boils quicker when she’s trying not to brew one at all. 






Twitter: @GailRoughton

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