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by C. N. Rowan (Author)
Save the house, or save my best friend? There's no way to do both.
Our hunt for the magical amulet my mum left me has finally borne fruit. But the trail leads somewhere completely off-world--Olympus. Home to the so-called gods of legend... who, as it turns out, aren't all that friendly to regular mortals.
But that's not even the worst of it.
Tisha--my brilliant, reckless, fiercely loyal best friend--was poisoned saving my life. And the location of the only cure? Yep, it's Olympus too.
So now I'm heading into enemy territory to face immortal beings who've never learned to share. The clock is ticking, and the stakes are brutal.
If I choose the amulet, I might never heal the Portal.
If I choose the antidote, I might lose Tisha forever.
There's no winning move... and if I get this wrong, I'm not the only one who'll pay the price.
A Hidden Witch's Spell for Freeing A Captive Olympian is book two in A Broken Hotel for Magical Misfits--a series that's custom-made for lovers of strong heroines, quirky magical characters and found family, all woven together with heart, humour and action-packed adventure. And that's to say nothing of the slow-burn romance that spans the series...
Author Biography
C.N. Rowan ("Call me C.N., Mr. Rowan was my father") is the Award-winning author of the imPerfect Cathar series. It's been a strange, unbelievable journey to arrive at the point where these books are going to be released into the wild, like rare, near-extinct animals being returned to their natural habitat, already wondering where they're going to nick cigarettes from on the plains of Africa, the way they used to from the zookeeper's overalls. Rowan came originally from Leicester, England. Somehow escaping its terrible, terrible clutches (only joking, he's a proud Midlander really), he has wound up living in the South-West of France for his sins. Only, not for his sins. Otherwise, he'd have ended up living somewhere really dreadful. Like Leicester. (Again - joking, he really does love Leicester. He knows Leicester can take a joke. Unlike some of those other cities. Looking at you, Slough.)
With multiple weird strings to his bow, all of which are made of tooth-floss and liable to snap if you tried to use them to do anything as adventurous as shooting an arrow, he's done all sorts of odd things, from running a hiphop record label (including featuring himself as rapper) to hustling disability living aids on the mean streets of Syston. He's particularly proud of the work he's done managing and recording several French hiphop acts, and is currently awaiting confirmation of wild rumours he might get a Gold Disc for a song he recorded and mixed.
