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The Wiccan Witch of the Midwest ($13.95, 230 pp., ISBN: 978-1-60381-291-7) is the fourth work of Urban Fantasy in Scott A. Lerner’s Samuel Roberts Thriller series, which began with Cocaine Zombies and continued with Ruler of Demons and The Fraternity of the Soul Eater. In this adventure, Sam and Bob scramble to acquaint themselves with the laws and customs of a Wiccan community and expose the evil sorcerer who has been sacrificing children for the sake of power.
“If you enjoy mystery, humor, romance, and danger, you will find this book perfect for your library. Paranormal and magic thread throughout the telling and you will fall in love with the characters one more time. This would be a great book for the upcoming holidays. It is fun and enjoyable, one you will want to pass on to your friends.” Read more….
—Leslie Wright for Blogcritics
“I am impressed with how Scott was able to tell such a great story in such a short amount of time. The book isn’t long so this would be ideal for people who want a great read that doesn’t require the time commitment that a longer book would. For me I’m cool with every day being Halloween but I think this would be a great book to add to the list if you’re a seasonal type of reader. This would make my list of books to read during Halloween. It had quite an interesting twist. I was hooked from the very first page. I will definitely be picking up more books in this series. It can be read as a standalone.” Read more….
5 Stars: “I have not read any other books in the Samuel Roberts series, but after reading The Wiccan Witch of the Midwest, I have already added the other three books to my wish list on Amazon. This is a smaller book—think cozy mysteries—but there is a great, entertaining story. I would definitely recommend it for those that like their mysteries with a little paranormal twist.” Read more….
—J. Bronder Book Reviews
“This is a good and thrilling plot. The pace is exciting and the plot kept me guessing. The end isn’t what you think and the dead really do speak. You will learn a little history besides the author’s opinion on our current justice system…. Needless to say, I thoroughly enjoyed The Wiccan Witch of the Midwest. The characterization is delineated expertly. I especially like Sam and Bob. They play off each other humorously…. The pace of the action is just right. This story is a good read.” Read more ….
—The One True Faith Blog
“Scott has honestly done it again. He’s given us another Samuel Roberts thriller full of intrigue, suspense, and so many unexpected twists and turns. I first came in contact with the series when I read book two, Ruler of Demons. That book mind-boggled me back then in such a way that it left me wanting to know more about the secrets that surrounded Samuel. This book delves deeper into that, and also poses a slew of new mysteries…. I couldn’t put the book down. Looking forward to what Scott has in store next for Samuel.” Read more….
—Lissette E. Manning, Simplistik.org
“A fun, quick and hard-to-put-down Halloween story. I recommend it to all urban fantasy lovers who look for a plot that will hook you from the start, engaging characters, and a twist that will surprise the reader.” Read more….
“Equally suspenseful and humorous, The Wiccan Witch of the Midwest will delight the reader. I enjoyed the story. This is the first I have read by this author and I was pleasantly surprised.” Read more….
—Celtic Lady’s Reading Room
Scott’s first novel, Cocaine Zombies, won a Bronze medal in the 2012 IPPY Awards, mystery category.
Samuel Roberts, a lawyer in Champaign, Illinois, has just moved to a new home to escape the memories of his old place—the stray body parts left by evil entities as well as traces of his relationship with Susan, who left him because he couldn’t stop risking both their lives trying to save the world. That leaves Sam free to fall in love again.
Sam falls hard, suspiciously hard, for Bridget Gillis, a beautiful fortune teller who also happens to be a witch and a member of a coven. The village that encompasses the coven was founded by Bridget’s great-great aunt, also named Bridget and a dead ringer for her descendant. The new relationship quickly gets complicated. It is two days before Halloween, and Bridget is about to be tried by her fellow witches for the crime of practicing dark magic involving the blood of children. The punishment is to be burned at the stake. Bridget needs an advocate, and Sam is the perfect man for the job.
Sam brings in Bob, who is suspicious of his best buddy’s sudden passion. The two of them have until the Witching Hour on Halloween to clear Bridget’s name and find out who is killing the local children. As they comb the area for clues, quiz the locals, and take a crash course in witchcraft and Wiccan customs, Sam and Bob can’t shake the question: is Bridget a good witch or a bad witch?
Says the author, “I love the fall, when nights grow longer and frost paints the pumpkins. I wanted this book to capture my love of the season but also to acknowledge the darker side of Halloween. Witchcraft and Wicca seem to focus on nature, and nature tends to be unpredictable. Like nature, I tried to include some unpredictable twists and turns. The idea of a community of witches living in Central Illinois, Amish country shows that dark magic can hide anywhere. I hope my readers find this book to be dark and spooky fun.”
Author and attorney Scott A. Lerner resides in Champaign, Illinois. He obtained his undergraduate degree in psychology from the University of Wisconsin in Madison and went on to obtain his Juris Doctor degree from the University of Illinois in Urbana Champaign. He is currently a sole practitioner in Champaign, Illinois. The majority of his law practice focuses on the fields of Criminal law and Family Law. Mr. Lerner lives with his wife, their two children, and their cats Fern and Quinn. Lerner collects unusual antiques and enjoys gardening, traveling, reading fiction and going to the movies. Click here to find Scott online.
Keep reading for an excerpt:
Her touch sent ripples of warmth through my body, and her scent grew stronger as we walked together. I took a deep whiff of sandalwood, anise, and cloves. I could actually feel the warmth emanating from her body.
We walked up the back stairs to the second level of the home. From there we walked down a hallway to the end, where a door opened up to reveal a smaller, narrower staircase. This led to a library. Oak bookshelves lined the walls, with an oil painting separating each shelf. The room smelled of old leather.
There was an antique tiger oak library table and four maroon leather club chairs around it. A wooden podium against one wall looked like it had come from a church. In addition there was a ladder on wheels that moved along a track. The ladder was necessary because books were shelved all the way to the top of the twelve-foot ceiling.
“Mr. Levi once offered me over a hundred thousand dollars for these books. Many have been in my family since the seventeenth century. They are beyond priceless. The collection includes the grimoire of my great-great aunt. Their pages reveal some of the greatest mysteries of magic. Mostly good magic.”
The paintings on the wall were all of stoic looking women in conservative attire. Although the pictures were well rendered, the models appeared lifeless. Only one image broke the mold. It was a picture of my hostess lying naked on her back, surrounded by lit candles. She was in the middle of a pentacle painted in red. The painting was erotic and out of place in this room. It reminded me of a heavy metal album cover. She wore the same silver necklace she was wearing this evening.
“I must say the painting of you is a lot different than the others,” I said. “I would have liked to see you model for it.” I blushed. I had spoken my thoughts aloud. She hadn’t invited me here to seduce me.
“That is not me,” she said. “Look at the date.”
I took a closer look at the canvas. The piece was signed by John William Waterhouse. The date was clearer than the signature: 1874. It was not possible, of course.
“That is my great-great aunt, Bridget Bishop. We do look alike.”
“The necklace is the same,” I said.
“It was hers.”
“Your aunt was lovely.”
Then Bridget did something totally unexpected. She kissed me gently on the lips. Passion rushed through me and I kissed her back. I was almost feverish with desire, and it scared me. It had been a long time since I had been with a woman romantically. Susan and I had broken up over a year ago. Yet what I felt now was more than desperation; it was a longing so intense that it completely overwhelmed me.