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About The Book:

Title: WITCH FIRE (The Sundancer Mysteries #3)

Author: Brian & Juliet Freyermuth

Pub. Date: November 1, 2023

Publisher: Middark Press

Formats:  Paperback, eBook

Pages: 321

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After defeating the Green Man, you’d think there wasn’t much else for me to be afraid of in this world.

But then again, you never met my family.

When my mother’s attacked, Thelma and I are whisked off to Las Vegas to find out what happened. The whole thing stinks, especially after I found out a deep, hidden secret three months ago. A secret that explains why my childhood was filled with alcohol and pain.

But secrets are the name of the game in the City of Sin. And it turns out the attack on my mother is linked to a name I’ve been hearing in whispers for months now. A name associated with demons and ancient forest gods. Someone who is a myth, even among the gods and goddesses that walk the earth.

 Evan Constantine.

 Now with the help of my voodoo practicing girlfriend, a trickster spirit and a crazy goddess who might just help me or chop my head off (depending on what her pet lizard tells her), I need to find out who’s after my mother.

 I just know it’s going to take a good amount of luck to survive Vegas.

 Especially when the house always wins.

 Warning: This urban fantasy contains snarky gods and goddesses, action, mythological beasties, and a good ole’ murder mystery. If you’re a fan of Neil Gaiman, Jim Butcher, Patricia Briggs or Seanan McGuire, you’ll love this brand new world where ancient forgotten gods walk hidden among us, and angels and demons fight for our very souls.



Chapter One 

I’ve faced demons, insane mobsters, and ancient, prehistoric gods,

but nothing prepared me for telling my friend I was dating his sister.

“What the hell are you thinking!?” Jake yelled. He had a death grip on the countertop, and his dark

sunglasses gazed at a point beyond my right shoulder. Most people saw only the thin, five-foot six frame, the dark skin, and the blindness. Or they skipped right over him like he didn’t exist.

But I knew better. A couple of years ago, he went head-to-head with a two-ton dragon, set him on fire, tossed him in the air like a rag doll, and then asked if I wanted a latte. Mercutio never cheated him at poker again.

“Jake,” I said quietly.

He stopped.

“We’re telling you as a courtesy,” I said. “But it will not stop me from seeing Thelma.”

“Oh, I have a few things that’ll stop you,” Jake growled as he took a step forward.

His dark sunglasses glared in my general direction, and I could feel the power radiating off him.

“Jake!” Thelma snapped. “What the hell’s wrong with you? Nick’s your friend. Not to mention, I didn’t say anything when you dated that kleptomaniac, Shala.”

“He was my friend. And how could I know Shala was going to rip off Marie Laveau’s chalice from

Aunt Sindhu? But that’s not the damn point!”

“Then what is?” She stepped between us, hands on her hips. Right now, she was as formidable as her brother. She had a good two inches on him, and she glared down at him with the full force of her own anger.

“You remember that demon fiasco? That whole thing happened because this one”—he waved in my direction—“killed some woman’s brother and she went all homicidal on his ass.”

“Hey,” I said defensively, “she also helped her husband’s career by killing a bunch of prostitutes  and trying to kill a little girl, if you remember correctly.”

“See? Trouble follows him around like a cosmic STD!” Jake bellowed.

“STD?” I said, my anger flaring.

“Okay, you both need to calm down,” Thelma said as she reached toward him.

“Calm down?!” Jake slapped her hand away. “First his wife dies, then his sister-in-law gets sent to hell.

You really want to follow in their footsteps?”

Both Thelma and I stopped. I couldn’t believe the words had come out of his mouth. Rage flooded my system to the point of overload but also mixed with a little bit of guilt. Jake must’ve felt something shift in me because his eyes fell downward.

“Look, man, I didn’t mean it like that. I just…”

“You just what?” I asked, the Beast leaking into my tone.

My vision had started to go red before I knew it.

The jingle of the bell above the African Queen’s door interrupted my rage.

“We’re closed,” Thelma snapped.

A rancid odor assaulted my nose as the stranger ducked his head under the door of Thelma’s coffee shop and entered. His long, shaggy hair draped around his threadbare Pantera T-shirt. Mud caked his heavy, black beard and his torn jeans. His nostrils flared as he surveyed the room. On one hand, he radiated the hostility of a predator, yet he looked like he would bolt at the slightest provocation.

A twinge of pain struck the back of my brain. A small little pinprick migraine, come and gone, but I recognized it. There was some mind mojo going on, and it was all centered on Mr. Big-Grungy-and-Mean walking through the doorway.

“This is Neutral Ground, buddy,” I said. “Or didn’t you get the memo?”

“You smell nice,” the intruder said in a voice so deep it vibrated my bones.

Jake stepped up next to me, his anger redirected to this new threat. “And you smell like shit. I suggest you turn around. Like he said, this is Neutral Ground.”

“I’ve been asleep for many, many years.” The man inhaled deeply as he ignored Jake.

“And you all smell real nice.” He licked his lips. With that, the enormous man rocked back and spread his arms wide. A cacophony like ripping paper shredded the air. Flesh flew away in chunks as his hands turned into two split hooves. His head ripped apart as two huge antlers burst out of his scalp in a spray of blood. His face elongated like someone pulling a string of taffy until his head was a thick elk muzzle with round, dark eyes. The rest of his body remained human.

“Okay, that’s new,” Thelma said.

“Listen, you,” I said, looking up at the giant mutated elk minotaur… thing. “Seriously, what the hell are you? This is Neutral…”

He interrupted me by slamming his hand-hoof across my face. I spat out a glob of blood from my torn lip as my adrenaline spiked. Thelma dove behind the counter. I couldn’t see Jake, but I heard him chanting behind me. He had some serious Voodoo mojo, and Thelma had her own weapons,

but I was the one who could take a pounding. As long as this Freakshow focused on me, they’d have my back.

As the Elk Man hit me again, I turned to the side and used his own momentum to fling him sideways. Tables blew apart into pieces. The plaster cracked, and an African mask fell to the ground with a snap of wood.

Damn. I hope Thelma wasn’t too attached to that one. Before Elk Man could recover, I was on top

of him. Both of my fists slammed down on his back with the force of a pickup truck. He stood up,

as if I were nothing more than a fly on his backside and shook his furry head.

A sachet flew from across the room, hitting the creature in the head. The small pouch broke open,

showering him with a fine white powder. The creature stumbled as his eyelids grew droopy.

I looked over to where the pouch came from. Jake frantically stirred up something in one of those

insulated coffee cups that doesn’t need a sleeve. That’s Thelma for you. Even her to-go cups can be used for protection in a pinch.

“Nick, grab some hair from that asshole!” Jake called out. I gave the guy a roundhouse kick to the chest, sending him back across the room. He crashed into the wall and slumped to the ground.

I ran over and grabbed some hair as Elk Man shook his head and started to get up. Shit. Jake’s mojo should have knocked him out. I punted him once more in the head, before running over to Jake with the hair.

By the time I turned around, Elk Man was on his feet, charging like a minotaur. “Shit.”

I jumped sideways. My foot connected with his jaw, flinging him across the room into another mask.

Dammit, it was Shango. That mask was Thelma’s favorite.

“Why won’t you stay down?!” I said as the creature struggled to get up. Jake tried to sprinkle something on him, but an antler caught him in the middle, lifted him up, and threw him across the room. Plaster broke as Jake’s unconscious body slid down the wall.

“Jake!” I yelled.

The thing just snorted out blood and stood up again. It glared at me, and I tensed, but gunshots rang out. Blood poured from the creature’s chest.

He spun, lightning fast, and headed toward Thelma. The bleeding stopped. Thelma let out three more rounds from her Desert Eagle. Adrenaline spiked again, and I leaped onto his shoulders.

He didn’t seem fazed, not even when I slammed a fist into his skull. He reared back and tossed me

through the shop window. Glass tinkled around me as I struggled to get to him before he reached Thelma. He hit her, sending her into the wall next to Jake.

“You son of a bitch!” I launched myself toward him through the window, grabbed a couple handfuls of thick hair, and tossed him sideways, sending him through the open frame and out into the street. The Elk Man landed next to a group of teenagers. One of them, a kid with black hair and thick-rimmed glasses, stood awestruck, recording with his cell phone. Good. That should bring the Watchers.

“Go!” I screamed as I leaped through the open window. The teenagers scattered, and the kid with the cell phone ran across the street, still recording.

My distraction was my undoing. The Elk Man picked me up. Slam. Concrete shattered around my body as I felt him lift me up again. Slam. A deeper hole formed below me. I struggled to stay conscious as he used me as a sledgehammer. I managed to get one good kick to his knee before he roared again and tossed me like a dog’s chew toy.

I flew through the air before slamming into the tree across the street, cracking a tree limb and a few of my ribs. Everything screamed at me to stay down as I made my way to my feet.

A low baritone rumbled through the asphalt. It was a wordless tune, rising and falling like the waves of the ocean. It brought to mind an image of wind-filled sails and lost loves. I couldn’t think for a moment, couldn’t focus on anything except the haunting melody. Then a migraine split my skull, making me wince. The fog in my brain cleared, and suddenly I was back.

The Elk Man stood, transfixed, with drool hanging from his muzzle in a long sticky trail. Jake limped forward from inside the shop, blood trickling from a gash on his forehead. The haunting melody flowed from his lips. Two more gunshots cracked the air. Thank God.

I couldn’t see her, but Thelma was okay. The bullets hit their mark, but once again the bleeding stopped as soon as it started. Okay, I probably had seconds, maybe less. Punching the thing didn’t work. Shooting the thing didn’t work. There was something, though. In my last showdown with the Green Man, I discovered a new talent that had taken out a god, so it should be enough for this bastard. It would kill him, but it might take out the rest of the block too. If I didn’t, he could kill everyone here and rampage through Seattle. So, it was time to pull out my last resort.

It was time to bring the witch fire.

I focused on Jake and Thelma’s bloodied faces. Rage flared and my vision went red again. I shoved all my anger into my fists, focused on the energy, and let it stoke the furnace inside my head. My right hand burst into blue-white flames. With a scream that shook the windows, I aimed the fire toward the Elk Man. I tried to keep the fire focused only on him. I didn’t want anyone else hurt. Just him.

The witch fire fanned out in a narrow wedge of white-blue death. The Elk Man screamed as the flames enveloped him. The heat was so intense he couldn’t move. He just dropped to his knees as the flames consumed flesh and bone. I grinned stupidly as the fire left me. My elation turned to horror when the wave swept past him.

Jake and Thelma flung themselves to the ground. Tables and chairs exploded like fireworks as the

inferno engulfed Thelma’s shop.


I tried to step forward toward my friends, I really did, but a sudden wave of debilitating weakness

knocked my legs out from under me. Time slowed. The smoldering corpse of the Elk Man melted.

The teenager lay on the ground across the street, his camera still clutched in his unconscious hand,

as a group of silent, red-clad figures popped into existence. I willed my body to wake up and move,

but my eyes rolled up into my head as I passed into dark oblivion.


About Brian & Juliet Freyermuth:

Brian and Juliet have been partners in crime for over a quarter of a century. The adventure started back in High School, when the two of them were driven to the prom by a mortician. (Although not in a hearse, their parents said no... they asked.) Now they take their love for writing and plotting a good murder to create the Sundancer Mysteries. 

They love going to escape rooms with their son and his wife, as well as going to art museums and traveling to far off places.




Brian Freyermuth is not only an author, but also the Game Design Director and Voice Over Director at Steel Wool Studios. He began his career in game design working on the original Fallout and has worked as a designer on games like Epic Mickey 2: The Power of Two, Minecraft: Story Mode, Ozaria, and Five Nights at Freddy's: Security Breach. He is a member of the Science Fiction & Fantasy Writers of America and Horror Writers Association and is the author of the urban fantasy Demon Dance and co-author of the sequels Mind of the Beast and Witch Fire.


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Juliet Freyemuth loves helping people discover their passion and figure out how to pursue it. She specializes in working with creative people to find their niche and locate the resources they need to reach their goals. She’s also the co-author of the Sundancer Mysteries, where she uses her degree in psychology and social and behavioral science to figure out how goddesses, vampires, and other mythological creatures survive in a reality that changes based on popular belief.


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Giveaway Details:

3 winners will receive a finished copy of WITCH FIRE, US Only.

Ends December 5th, midnight EST.

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A Blue Box Full of Books

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