The Witch of Indigo Bayou, a Paranormal Romance from Leona J. Bushman

This week’s Tours and Treat Guest is Leona J. Bushman. Leona is here to share her Paranormal Romance, The Witch of Indigo Bayou with us. She has also brought along a fun treat for one lucky reader. Remember to use the Rafflecopter below to enter. Welcome, Leona! We are all excited to hear more about The Witch of Indigo Bayou.


About Witch of Indigo Bayou:

After a lifetime of ignoring her magic, Melissa is now in danger from those who would like to steal it.

Melissa discovers her magic is very real while hiking with her friend, Rachel. She sells everything and gives up her life as a stockbroker to live in solitude to practice and learn her magic. But real life keeps intruding. Then, one stormy night a month before Beltane, John arrives.

Someone sends John to find her. He’s a private investigator and very good at his job. But when he finds her, literal sparks fly. Next thing he knows, he’s talking to cats and other animals, and they’re talking back. If that isn’t enough to believe in the magic, the spell she wove over him sure is. The heat between them is hotter than the Dismal Swamp in the Summer.

They make plans for celebrating Beltane together, and he can’t wait. However, as the time nears, he has to choose between his business and Melissa as the one who sent him to find her threatens him and the woman he’s come to love.
Whatever he does, he is afraid Melissa will die. How can he save her and their growing love?

Genre: Paranormal Romance
Series: The Lost Witch, Book 1

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An excerpt from The Witch of Indigo Bayou:

“I’m Melissa. A stockbroker.”
Gilanthra tilted her head. “No. You are a witch. Or you would not understand me.”
“I assure you, I am no such thing. I deal with numbers.” She’d been telling herself that in relief ever since her nineteenth birthday had passed and she’d managed to avoid the magical influx.
Not sure how she could tell, but Gilanthra smiled at her. “I see. You’ve been denying your power all your life.”

The truth of that statement hit home for her, but she ignored it. “I have been learning how to take care of myself and my sisters,” she said stubbornly.
Gilanthra laughed. “Sistersss. Of course. When you are ready to admit who you are, come back to me, Melissa. Then we will talk.” Gilanthra sauntered off back into the rich foliage until she’d disappeared into the dense swampy area.
“Melissa!” her friend and coworker Rachel called. “Did you get your pictures?”
Melissa facepalmed her forehead. She’d had an alligator there, staring at her and talking to her, and she’d not taken a picture. “Yes,” she said, “but I missed a good one of an alligator.”
“Well, come on! The guys are talking about kayaking, but I want to hike.”
“I’ll hike with you,” she murmured.
“Great!” Rachel grabbed her hand and pulled her along. The group talked until they’d broken up into two, one set heading back to the visitor center and to get their kayaking gear, the other to the trailheads.
The trail had been a great place to take pictures. The trees and water and lush plants, the abundance of animals. She’d just started to relax again when she heard a couple of squirrels arguing.
“No, Nancy. I collected those nuts. They are mine.” The squeaky voice held lower undertone with a chirp in it.
Melissa turned in time to see a squirrel put hands on hips. The red fur and black bushy tail had Melissa raising her camera and taking a few quick shots. Together, they made quite the pair. Then the other squirrel’s mouth opened, and she said, “Fred! We both collected those nuts. Now, you’re the one who put these babies in me. You can go get us more food! I’m craving something special. Now hurry along. They will be here in a few days, and we must be ready.”

Fred’s cream colored fur had bits of tan and dark brown fur through it, but it was the whitest squirrel she’d ever seen. Then she shook her head and started walking away. Now she knew she was imagining things. Fred and Nancy? Really? Shaking her head, she turned away. But then the voice she’d ascribed to Nancy said, “Hey, wait. Human with the funny fur.”
Melissa stared back in shock. “Me?” Then she checked to see where Rachel had gone, but the bubbly blonde had moved far up the path to the next trailhead.
“You can understand. Good. Tell Fred that a pregnant squirrel should never be trifled with.”
“Um, I think, well, I’ve never been pregnant, but Fred, my friends have, and um, I would not make them mad if I could help it.”
Fred frowned at her and then sighed dramatically. “True. And she is carrying our babies.” His whiskers moved as he talked, and she couldn’t stop staring.
“What?” he demanded. “Do I have something in my whiskers again? Don’t tell me that I have sap in them again. Nancy, why didn’t you tell me?”
“You’re fine, Fred. I think…I think the girl is in shock. Yes, that’s the look.”

About Leona J. Bushman:

Leona Bushman is a USA Today bestselling author. She is a crazy writer taught by dragons and known as Dragon Queen of the North. She loves to write and paint, even when her muse tries to muck things up. She chases after the three out of the five children still at home, and sometimes after the other two and the grandbaby. She has many hobbies like SCA, quilting, sewing, and gardening. Or, as one blogger succinctly put it, Leona Bushman is a whirlwind made of sheer will with a dash of clumsy to keep her grounded. She can be found solving mysteries, exploring space, making art, and loving dragons and other creatures of the supernatural at these places:

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