13 Days of Halloween with Bewitching Desires A Savannah Coven (Day 11) featuring A.E. Snow

We are on Day 11. Today my feature author from the Bewitching Desires A Savannah Coven Anthology is A.E. Snow.

A.E. writes YA, MG, & Romance.

A.E Snow’s story is titled A Stolen Spell.



Isadora Blackwood is a shy, reserved librarian. She’s passionate about history and preservation and happens to be the keeper of the histories for the witches of Savannah, a job she takes very seriously. Spells, stories, and memoirs lie in her care, and she’s devoted her life to the work. On Halloween, Isadora arrives at the library to find that the history of her own family, the notorious Blackwoods, and an ancient and dangerous spell have been stolen.

To complicate matters, Graham Hart, a visiting professor arrives in town, and Isadora finds herself enamored of him. With his help, Isadora goes on a wild goose chase across Savannah to find the spell and the thief. The hunt leads them to the famous Bonaventure Cemetery, an antebellum mansion, and a wild Halloween masquerade ball.

Will she be too late to save Savannah from evil and from the Blackwoods?

Author Spotlight

Hey A.E., what is one of your favorite things about Halloween?

I love the atmosphere. That spooky feeling in the air? That’s my favorite.

And what’s your favorite Halloween movie?

Hocus Pocus. Of course. 🙂

Have you written paranormal romance before?

I’ve written a little romance and a little paranormal but never the two together. It was more fun that I could have imagined and I can’t wait to do it again!

 So, tell me a little about your heroine Isadora.

My heroine is Isadora and she’s a bit of a nerd. She’s a workaholic and is responsible for the witchy archives (the histories of the witches of Savannah). On Halloween, something happens that thrusts Isadora into a mystery with a time table. And into romance.

 And tell me about your Hero.

Graham Hart is a professor from New Orleans. He’s not unlike Isadora in that he’s very interested in books and history. They are a match made in heaven!

I love books. He sounds like a match for me too. 🙂 Where did you get the idea for your story or what was the inspiration for your story?

I was researching Savannah and I was just so struck by the history there (I might be a bit of a history nerd like Isadora). I really wanted to find a way to play off the rich history there and what better way to do that than a librarian specializing in historical research?

What was the hardest part in writing this short story?

Keeping it short! I so enjoyed writing Isadora and I wanted to keep going and going and going. Maybe there’s more to her story…

Do you see yourself continuing this character(s) into another project?

I have some ideas. 

A.E. are you working on anything new currently?

I’m halfway through a middle grade novel. It’s also full of witches, just a different kind.

Is there anything you want to say to the reader?

Thanks so much for stopping by! I hope you enjoy Bewitching Desires! ❤ 

An Excerpt from A Stolen Spell

Isadora sighed and reached for her tea. She frowned when she saw the empty mug with a dried up tea bag resting at the bottom. She glanced around before concentrating all her attention on the vessel. A fresh tea bag appeared inside and hot water streamed into the mug as though being poured from an invisible teapot.
Once the books were sorted, she returned them to their sections always aware of what her patrons were doing, especially Dr. Hart.
One by one, the other patrons returned their books to the circulation counter and left. Isadora added them to her cart and sorted by subject, something she found immensely satisfying. After a quick glance around the room, she found Dr. Hart in an armchair by the Civil War section, one of the biggest in the research library. She smoothed out her hair and her skirt and pushed her rolling cart into his section.
“Did you find everything alright?” she asked with a flutter of her eyelashes.
“Yes. No problem at all.” Graham smiled and stood. “I have to be going, should I give this to you?” He held out the book he’d been reading.

She accepted it. “Yes…thank you.” Once again, their fingers touched. This time, white sparks shot into the air. Disarmed, she dropped the book as soon as Graham let go.
They both stooped to pick it up and laughed when they both reached for it. A blush spread over Isadora’s face and neck. She pulled her long hair over her shoulder in an effort to hide some of the red splotches.
Graham cleared his throat. “Shall I meet you at the restaurant? And which restaurant?”
“Stay a Spell?” She held her breath and waited. If he knew of the finest and only strictly paranormal restaurant in Savannah, it would truly confirm what she already knew.
Graham’s brown eyes lit up. “See you at eight.” With a toothy grin, Graham left.
Isadora watched him go with a dreamy smile. She floated back to the desk still holding the book he’d given her and leaving the rolling cart abandoned. She daydreamed about dinner with Graham. In her dream, the perfect date led to dinners at home as husband and wife with their laughter and children filling up a white farmhouse.
“Get a grip Isadora,” she said surprised at herself for fantasizing about marriage and babies, not things she’d ever thought she wanted. She preferred the company of her cat, books, and tea to men most of the time. But there was something different about Graham. From the months of emails, she knew he was interested in the same things she was: paranormal events as documented by humans, cemeteries, and books.
Her gaze swept over the calendar and froze. The smile melted off her face and she groaned. “Shit,” she whispered. Samhain. She had a coven meeting in half an hour. “Shit shit shit.” She remembered a book from the vault that belonged to Rose. Rose needed it back and she’d promised to bring it.
Isadora climbed on a table and looked around for any patrons she might have missed. She was alone. Glancing down at her watch, she realized Susanna would be back any second. Still, she had to get that book. She dashed to the front door and locked it before running back down the length of the hall, the clicking of her heels echoing and filling up the quiet space.

Author Info

AE Snow authorphoto

A.E. Snow is a writer, mother, and pet wrangler. She lives in a tiny mountain town with her husband, two children, three cats, a large dog, and a partridge in a pear tree.






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