Happy Saturday! Today, is our first every Series Saturday, and here to tell us about her series is Jennifer Novotney, author of the Winter in the Soul series. Read on to hear from Jennifer herself about her inspiration to write the series as well as read an exclusive excerpt from Winter in the Soul.
And, this week only, get the first two books in the series for just $0.99 on Amazon

Winter in the Soul Series
Books 1 and 2
Jennifer Novotney

Exclusive Excerpt from Winter in the Soul
copyright 2014 Jennifer Novotney
The room was completely dark, despite a window on the far end. Talon went into the hallway and Lilika remained in the doorway, not taking one step in the room until Talon returned with a candle from one of the holders positioned down the hallway.
As Talon got closer to Lilika, and the candle cast a bit of light into the old man’s room, she was too afraid to peer inside. Talon went in front of her with the candle, and she followed close behind him with her hands on his back for security. She didn’t want him to get too far away from her even though they were in such a small room. Once they were inside, a black mass formed right in front of them. Lilika’s breath caught in her throat.
“Talon,” she whispered, her legs shaking, “look.”
Right when Talon looked up, the black shadow flew out of the room. The door swung closed with a bang. Lilika jumped and hid her face in Talon’s back.
“Did you see that? What was that?” Lilika’s voice trembled.
Talon kept his composure and used the light from his candle to look around the room. “I saw it, and I’m not sure what it was. Hello? Is anyone here?”
They paused for a reply, but no one answered.
“Should we look around for him?” Lilika gripped Talon’s arm.
“Yeah, I guess we should.”
The rooms of the inn were all pretty similar, with creamy white walls and wooden dressers with mirrors hanging over them. They had little in the way of decoration, but were tidy, clean, and bright. The old man checked into his room two nights ago, and the room looked just as the others had. Yet now, the walls were no longer a creamy white, but black, making it much darker than it should have been.
The mirror hanging on the wall above the dresser was broken, with a spider-web of cracks running through it. The bed was filthy. The closet door was open, but it, too, was black inside, appearing almost singed from fire. Lilika wanted to find her golden heart locket as quickly as possible so they could leave.
“Hello?” Her voiced quivered. “Is there anyone here?”
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