#BlogTour with #ExclusiveExcerpt & Giveaway Goth Girl, Virgin Queen by JoAnne Keltner

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Title: Goth Girl, Virgin Queen
Author Name: JoAnne Keltner
Genre(s): Young Adult Paranormal
Length: Approx. 298 pages
Release Date: December 3, 2015

Publisher:  Solstice Publishing


Calling Jackie Turov psychic makes her cringe. But Jackie’s no normal seventeen-year-old. She picks up emotions from people and objects like a freak. The emotions make her sick, and the guilt she feels for lying to her church when she was twelve causes her to deny her psychic abilities.
So Jackie goes goth to make others stay away from her and forget her past. But her past is soon resurrected when her jealous friend Trish invites a demon, a persecutor of healers, to steal away Jason’s love for Jackie. The demon causes Jackie to be bullied for the lie she told and puts her best friend, Jason, in danger.
Jackie must learn how to use her gift to protect Jason and herself and to heal the negative energies of those around her. To do so means she must overcome her guilt and accept who she is before the demon claims her soul.


Outside, it was cool and damp; the evening sky, light gray. Jackie’s Oldsmobile was parked in front of the house. It used to be Grandma’s, which was hard to keep secret because of how old the car was and the “Pray the chotki every day” bumper sticker. Jackie had been trying to remove it, but it was one of those papery stickers that just didn’t want to come loose. She had managed to scrape off most of the letters. The only ones visible were the the, the o from chotki, and ry from every. So now, it read “theory,” underlined with a string of prayer-rope beads.

She drove slowly down the block as she headed toward Main Street. Soggy leaves carpeted the sidewalks and curbs, and the small-town Victorian homes were decorated for Halloween—Indian corn bound to lampposts, plastic tombstones studding yards, and paper witch heads and scary Halloween cats taped to windows. All but Dad’s house—her old house. His front lawn was packed with autumn leaves, and a rain-beaten newspaper was caught in the prickly branches of the rosebush by the front porch steps.

The rosebush had been in bloom when the people gathered on the front lawn, holding candles, singing, praying, and begging for Jackie to come outside to pray for them or to touch them.

She pressed on the gas pedal. The circus was over, and she swore it would never come to town again. Still, her stomach churned and squealed as she followed Main Street out to Route 6, toward Jason’s house. She didn’t know why she even looked at her old house. The memories were too painful. Maybe she worried about Dad. She hadn’t talked to him since her birthday last March, and even then, they didn’t say much. Crazy, isn’t it? But she really didn’t think he wanted to talk to her. She was his past, something he needed to get over and forget.

Jason’s driveway was two tire tracks with grass in-between. She parked behind his shitty truck and honked the horn.

Doh! She forgot it pissed off his dad. She really shouldn’t have to do anything but keep this clunky motor running. The car had what Jason called a rough idle—coughing, wheezing, and spitting like Babu with bronchitis.

Jason came down the front porch steps, angled bangs curtaining half his face, a black, leather jacket zipped to his chin, black jeans, and combat boots. He had a special way of climbing up and down steps, always forward on the same foot. It was kind of like he was unsure of himself, like maybe he fell once on a flight of stairs.

The passenger door squeaked when he opened it. He slid onto the front seat. “You forgot.”

She glanced at him. “Sorry.” She never looked Jason directly in the eyes, at least not for longer than a second or two. He carried a lot of baggage, and she preferred not to share his load.

“You should have heard what my dad said he wanted to do with that horn.”

She winced.

Driving to the Oktoberfest, Jackie focused on the road. Sometimes she looked at Jason, but focused only on his mouth or his jacket. When he was around her, his aura turned from black to reddish purple, almost like his spirit had been bruised. She interpreted it as a mixture of pain and love—the love he felt for her pouring over his pain like salve. Yes. She sensed Jason was in love with her. But this relationship worked out well for the both of them, she supposed. Jason liked to suffer. It made him feel alive. Though, she knew he’d never admit it. And she was comfortable being around him, not just because he allowed her space, but because he accepted her as she was. He made the guilt she carried more bearable.

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JoAnne Keltner is the author of Goth Girl, Virgin Queen (Solstice Publishing, 2015) and Obsession. As an only child and avid daydreamer, she spent hours alone in her backyard on the South Side of Chicago, which she imagined to be everything from an alien planet to the Antarctic. She currently lives in Raleigh, North Carolina, with her husband, four dogs, cat, and three chickens. When she isn't writing or freelance editing, she's obsessively streaming popular TV shows.




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