Kidnapped by her lawless parents, Sophia Perez-Hidalgo resorts to thievery to escape. Her survival depends on her mastering magic and the supernatural, and guarding her heart against Breaux, a voodoo queen’s grandson. When magic hurls the teens through time, Sophia’s friend Ainslie crosses the Void to find them. All land in New Orleans where Fate and ghosts await, and conjuring always exacts a price.
Targeted Age Group:: 13 and up
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
Sophia is a foster teen. I’m passionate about helping foster children who are aging out of the system. Can you imagine how hard it must be to attempt college or living on your own without parental support? 100% of my royalties from the Teen Wytche Saga have gone toward scholarships for foster teens. They inspired me to write Sophia’s story. I mentor eighth grade girls through the Ophelia Project. Many are Hispanic or African American. I wanted them to see characters that looked like them or their brothers on the cover. Sophia is Hispanic and her love interest, Breaux, is African American. Sophia’s best friend, Ainslie, was inspired by girls I knew when my daughter was a teenager.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
The deep friendship between Ainslie and Sophia – and the devastating repercussions for both girls when Sophia disappeared – was central to Spell Fire, the third book in the Teen Wytche Saga. I knew Sophia needed her own story. Thus Spell For Sophia was born. Breaux, Sophia’s love interest, quickly took form. He was the easiest of all my heroes to write. In some ways, Breaux reminds me of a boy I knew who was the only biological child in a family with three adopted daughters. Breaux, has several foster siblings. Both Breaux and the boy are kind, and protective of their siblings. Breaux sees the best in Sophia even when she can’t see it.
I’d thought escaping would uncoil the fear and worry squeezing my heart. I figured I’d stop looking over my shoulder once I crossed the California state line, or Arizona’s, or New Mexico’s, or the border between Texas and Louisiana. But I hadn’t. Terror and hunger dogged me. I reeked of desperation. My head throbbed from all the bad decisions I had made since I’d found my bio-parents.
I could still pull out of this; save Christmas. Call Ainslie, the voice inside my head urged. I bet he’ll loan you his phone. My gaze zeroed in on the leader of a ragtag group playing basketball on the schoolyard. His short black curls had been coaxed away from his face, revealing warm nutmeg-colored skin and kind, dark eyes. Fifteen years old? I wondered.
He handed the basketball to a young white girl, then glanced my way. His head-to-toe sweep took in my gaunt face, long inky hair, grungy jacket and jeans, scuffed ankle boots, and the school backpack at my feet. He glanced protectively at the little kids who shouted at the girl to pass the ball. Then his gaze migrated back to me. His mouth twisted to one side. I could hear the word tolling inside his head. Trouble.
I hunkered against the side of the school building and tugged my gray knit cap low over my forehead.
“Who’s she?” A little kid with Christmas bows stuck on her wooly ponytails wrapped herself around the teen’s leg. Her fearful stare gutted me. I’m pretty sure I had worn the same expression the first time I’d entered foster care.
Kick it. I pushed away from the wall. My vision blurred. My hollow stomach whirled and the schoolyard spun like a carousel ride. I braced myself against the cool bricks until the dizziness passed. Pull it together. It will be dark soon. I needed to find a restaurant or fast food joint — any place open on Christmas where I could dumpster dive for food scraps.
I lowered my eyelids and tried to picture the route I had walked from the train station. I hadn’t planned on wandering through a lush Louisiana neighborhood. The children’s shouts and laughter had lured me to the brick school and its asphalt playground. School had been my favorite place, before…
My thoughts torpedoed back to the barren southern California desert. Some developer had gone bust, and all that remained of his planned subdivision was a paved road dead-ending in sand. “Hide in plain sight,” Mamá had said as Papá parked their pink-and-white vintage camper. The vehicle stood out among the sagebrush and creosote like a slash of bubblegum paint.
Hide what? I had wondered. I soon had my answer: a methamphetamine lab.
I rubbed my arms, creating an X over my chest. Embarrassment heated my cheeks. How stupid and naïve I had been. My parents hadn’t gone legit. They were trying to evade the local cops and the Drug Enforcement Agency. They had planned to flee northern California without phoning my caseworker or me. If I had waited just one more day to contact them…
“See, the cops would be looking for a couple, not a family,” I later overheard Papá boast to his boss.
“Weren’t you worried they’d issue an Amber Alert?” one of the boss’s henchmen asked, casting a sideways look at me.
“For a foster teen?” Papá scoffed. “They run away all the time.”
About the Author:
Ariella Moon is the author of the Teen Wytche Saga, a sweet Young Adult paranormal series. Ariella writes about magic, friendship, high school, secrets, and love in Spell Check, Spell Struck, Spell Fire, and Spell For Sophia from Astraea Press.
Ariella spent her childhood searching for a magical wardrobe that would transport her to Narnia. Extreme math anxiety, and taller students who mistook her for a leaning post, marred her youth. Despite these horrors, she graduated summa cum laude from the University of California at Davis. Ariella is a Reiki Master, author, and shaman. She lives a nearly normal life with her extraordinary daughter, two shamelessly spoiled dogs, and an enormous dragon
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