Saturday, July 26, 2014

BLOG TOUR: Fire Spell by T.A. Foster

Welcome to the Official Blog Tour for Fire Spell, Book 3 of the Ivy Grace Spell series, by T.A. Foster!

New Adult Fantasy Romance
Ivy Grace Spell Series
Publish Date:
July 22, 2014

Ever since her trip to New Orleans, Ivy Grace's life just hasn't been the same. Her magic is stronger, her stories more popular than ever, but something is missing.

After she opens a forgotten inheritance from her grandmother, she learns the key to who she is and who should have her heart is in Charleston. She travels to the romantic city in search of answers, only this time everything she cherishes is at stake. Can Ivy's Time Spell answer all her questions or will it bring her and her family closer to danger?

In a race against time, Ivy does all she can to rid the world of the darkest evil and save the men she loves.



          My new house was only a mile away from Southern Avenue. It wasn't on a main street and it was inside a gated neighborhood. Those seemed to be the two most important elements. Martha called after our last appointment. A couple needed to sell quickly to take a position in England. I met her at the house, and an hour later, we signed the offer paperwork.

          All the houses in the neighborhood had been renovated, some even flipped. My new home was built in the sixties, and I liked the vibe. It had sunken living room and a second story for an office. It was the perfect place to write.

          I stared out of my office window. I had been moved in for two weeks. Somehow, I had postponed the travel trip with Jack. I came up with multiple excuses; one included a fake stomach bug. I was getting desperate.

          I paused before sipping my coffee. I thought if I could find my own story and start writing, I could dissuade him. I still hadn't warmed up to the western. After several hours searching online articles, I had come up empty again. I closed my laptop and sighed. The Nashville trip was scheduled three days from now, and I was running out of ideas.

          I watched Cooper chew on a tennis ball in the backyard. I did like that we had our own fence, and he had a place to run. The doggie door was awfully convenient. I stretched my legs. From the corner of my eye, I could see the last few boxes lined against the wall I hadn't unpacked yet.

          I opened the top one: Masquerade manuscript pages. I pulled the lid on the second one: printer paper. Then I saw the one on the bottom: Gigi's box. I pulled it away from the wall and sat next to it.

          I took a deep breath. It was one thing to be with Ian when I rummaged through her things the first time, but this felt different. Thee was no one else here. Just me. Just the box.

          I remember the day my father gave it to me. It was after the funeral, and we were the only ones left at my grandmother's house. I had offered to stay behind and clean up the kitchen. Mama escorted other family members back to her house. Funerals were exhausting, and I was glad to be in the quiet house with Daddy. We both needed the silence.

          I opted out of using magic. There was something calming about letting the water run over the plates. I felt like I was doing something, accomplishing something small by cleaning cake frosting off china plates and rinsing wine glasses.

          My father cleared his throat. "Sweetheart, I know this might seem like a strange time to do this."

          I pivoted on my high heels, placing a glass on the counter to dry. "What is it?"

          My father held a box in his arms. He offered it to me.

          "Before the rest of the family leaves town tomorrow, I know they are going to stop by and probably start going through Gigi's things. But these..." He eyed the contents of the box. "Are for you. She wanted you to have them."

          My hands were wet from the dishes, but I grabbed the sides of the box. "I-I don't think I can look at it right now." I choked back tears. I wasn't used to the idea that she was gone.

          "You don't have to right now." He rested his hand on my shoulder. "But she asked that this box go to you." His smile was warm.

          My grandmother had given me my ring when I turned sixteen. I couldn't imagine her giving me anything more precious. "What's in here?" I placed the box on the kitchen table. I didn't thinkg I could look inside.

          "She tole me it was 'girl stuff'." He chuckled.

          It made me laugh too. That sounded like my grandmother. Even at eighty-four, she had been a spitfire. I returned to the sink and the pile of dishes, trying to steady the tears and sniffling. I decided I would go through the box later when I could handle it. That was four years ago.

           I laid the top stack of photos on the floor next to me. There were two journals. I remembered the first one that I had tucked the photo with Leo into. I opened the inside covers. Each one was dated: 1948-1949 and 1949-1950. I calculated how old my grandmother would have been during the time the journals were written. In 1949, she would have been twenty-three. I smiled. What was my grandmother like in her twenties? I wondered if she embraced her magic or denied it like I tried to as a teen.

          Under the stack of journals was a wooden box. The sides were smooth, but I noticed a circle carved into the top. I tried to open it, but it was sealed with a spell.

          Hmmm. "Open." I pointed to the lid, but the glitter fell to the floor, and the box didn't budge. I concentrated harder. "Open." I used my palm this time. The floor sparkled with the useless spell. It wasn't working.

          I ran my fingers along the seam and traced the corners. My grandmother had sealed this for a reason, and knowing her, it was going to take a few spell combinations to get into it. I rubbed the top with my right hand and noticed my ring was the same size as the round carving. I chewed my bottom lip while wiggling the sapphire stone off my hand. Was this possible?

          I placed the ring into the circular groove. It fit perfectly. I closed my eyes and held both palms over the box. "Open," I urged the lid.

          The spell swirled around the ring forming a mini-cyclone. The ring began to spin and then stopped. I heard a click and the lid popped.

          I could almost hear my pulse thumping in my veins. I was nervous and excited. I lifted the lid. I gasped. Lying in the middle of the box was a bottle that glowed with a glittery liquid. I picked it up and held it up to examine closer. Etched on the front was an L. My grandmother had never seemed more mysterious and interesting than inn this moment. I had no idea what the bottle was, but I felt like I was something magically important in my palm.


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**About the Author**
T.A. Foster is a Southern girl whose heart and spirit are connected to the beach. She grew up catching rays and chasing waves along the North Carolina Outer Banks and now resides in the state with her adventurous pilot husband, two children and two canine kiddos.

Her long love affair with books started at an early age, and as soon as she was able, she transformed imaginative stories into words on paper. Time Spell is T.A.’s debut novel, and the first in a series about a very adventurous, clever, and magical girl named Ivy.

T.A. has an undergraduate degree in Journalism and Mass Communication from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and a graduate degree in Educational Psychology from Texas A&M University. When she’s not chasing her two-legged and four-legged children or trying to escape for date night, you can find her reading, writing or planning her next beach trip.

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