GUEST BLOGGER ~ MARGARITA FELICES --JUDGEMENT OF SOULS

I would like to welcome Margarita Felices, author of JUDGEMENT OF SOULS, to my blog today as she steps in my shoes to fill in for the day. This is part of her Bewitching Book Tour.

Thank you for having me with you today. I look forward to spending time here and answering any questions that you have for me.

My name is Margarita Felices. I am a new author who loves writing and reading supernatural, especially anything regarding vampires.






My novel is called JUDGEMENT OF SOULS 3: The Kiss at Dawn. It’s a trilogy which I have started at the end and I intend to write the prequels.


I hope that when all three are finished they can stand alone as individual books or can be read as one big book with no gaps. At least that’s the plan.


My main character is called Rachel. She wasn’t always a vampire. She was born from two pureblood vampires and was embraced into her vampire life at sixteen. Just before her sixteenth birthday Max arrived at the Elysium, the vampire haven. Tall, dark, handsome and just so charming. He had seen wonders in the world that a young naïve girl had just dreamed about. But why, with all the female attention he was attracting, would he want to spend all his time with such a young girl?


Rachel’s parents were the guardians and teachers of the most important book in the vampire existence, the Book of Cain. It contained the names of each vampiric soul, but it also held the sacred chants that would bring the most feared demon back from the Underworld, Lilleth, the mother of all who are kindred. And Max wants that book.


While Rachel is transforming into her new life, Max steals the book and leaves the Elysium and when she returns she finds that Max has gone and her parents have been banished from the safety of the Elysium. So Rachel decides it’s up to her to find Max and get the book back.





The Righteous are a group of Knights from as far back as the Crusades. Brothers in arms to the Knights Templar and the Knights of St John they have held onto that book for centuries and have it well hidden. They are enemies to all that are supernatural, after centuries of hunting and murdering them all.





Now in modern day, Rachel meets Daniel, a nightclub owner and his group of friends and after Daniel’s best friend is murdered by Max, becomes embroiled in the search for the Book of Cain. Rachel tries to fight off her feelings for Daniel, even siding with her Vampire friend Arun to think again about Daniel’s involvement, but he’s her love and she’s going to protect him, no matter what.

Book Synopsis

If you have to find a sacred book in order to redeem your parents, find and kill Max, the person responsible for their punishment. The same man that broke your heart and turned your perfect world upside down and try to keep the mortal man you now love safe from this vindictive Vampire’s sword, then you should read Rachel’s story.

JUDGMENT OF SOULS is a Gothic horror in which a naïve pureblood Vampire is tossed into the mortal world. Rachel meets Daniel, a nightclub owner and his group of friends and after Daniel’s best friend is murdered by Max, becomes embroiled in the search for an ancient Vampire artefact. Rachel tries to fight off her feelings for Daniel, even siding with her Vampire friend Arun to think again about Daniel’s involvement, but he’s her love and she’s going to protect him, no matter what.

Format: ebook, 190 pages

Published: December 26th 2011 by Books To Go Now

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EXCERPT FROM JUDGEMENT OF SOULS 3: The Kiss at Dawn

CHAPTER ONE

Rachel landed softly on the tiled floor. The rooftop garden had received its usual hoard of visitors that day but as always, nothing was disturbed. She was glad of the quiet, this was her place to think and gather her thoughts, even though she could still hear the faint voices of the usual Friday evening band of office workers making their way to the most popular bars in their area. By ten thirty Cardiff was a lively metropolis filled with loud music and voices. Different coloured lights shone from neon signs, reflecting onto walls and windows and onto passing cars that seemed oblivious to the petty squabbles that were starting up in the streets. The smells from restaurants wafted around the city streets enticing all to come and eat. Rachel remembered back to the days when the city was just a shipping town that exported coal and steel, but still one of the greatest ports in the world. She loved to look out from the tower of the Castle and see the changes that had taken place. The old shanty type shops were now new shopping precincts; the changes and better health care meant the people seemed to live longer. She guessed it was probably the main reason why immigrants descended on the city when their ships made port. They brought their families to this new city and soon a multicultural area called Tiger Bay was born. Old terraced houses had filled with children and laughter, neighbours met on doorsteps to gossip and at the end of each week, husbands took their wives to the local public houses, each visit ringing out into the night with songs of old ways and old countries. It was a community so alive and caring that when eager politicians decided it all should be pulled down to make way for penthouses, bars and cafes and these people scattered to different areas of Cardiff, they unknowingly tore away the one thing the city cared deeply about, the heart that was its communities. For a few years after, it was a sterile cold place, with odd remnants of the past still visible. But now Cardiff was about to celebrate its centenary as a city; and a new caring society was beginning to rise from the ashes of the old; a new life, a new sense of community, a new Cardiff. And Rachel couldn’t be happier. Few places of the old city were left, which is why Rachel liked to spend most of her time in the open tower of the castle that dominated the centre of the city.


With just over an hour left until sunrise, Rachel leaned over the edge of the tower looking down onto the street below. She was an alluring woman aged around thirty-two with shoulder length brown hair; and if it wasn’t for her porcelain skin and slender physique she would easily be the kind of person you’d pass in the street, quickly glance at and then glance away from. The blue jeans, the white woollen jumper and three-quarter-length leather jacket she wore accentuated her slight figure. She had seen the tower with its sculptured roof garden and ornate Victorian fountain when she flew over the castle and the scent from the orchids that grew there wafted up as she past. She decided to take a closer look and after the first time she came as many times as she could. Time had passed, and a hundred and thirty-five years later, she couldn’t think of anywhere in the world where she felt more comfortable. She could think here; she often brought books and immersed herself in the mortal world that at times she wanted so much to be a part of.

And this was her favourite time of the night; the streets were quiet, except for a few revellers making their way home. The street lamps illuminated the city, as did the lights scattered around the castle she watched the world from. On the ground, a white mist started to rise from beneath the city, similar to a warm breath on a cold night. A light breeze brushed passed her and although it was late autumn, the skies were clear with several stars and a big bright moon.

But that same breeze drifted Rachel into a dream-like state, to thoughts of the Elysium and the day of her embrace. She remembered the temple decorated with a mixture of coloured ribbons, lilies and vines and her parents, Phillipe and Arianna de Grosnez, who watched as Demitri, the highest ruler in the Ministry of Elders, prepared her for the next steps in a tradition that had started six thousand years ago. Demitri had given consent to her birth - as siring an offspring without Ministry consent was forbidden – and it was therefore right he would be the one to end her mortal life and give her this new life.

She smiled as she remembered her feelings of excitement and the stories her parents had told her as she grew up about the ceremony and what she would become.

It was her coming of age.

Then she clenched her hands, her knuckles whitened and her smile faded as she remembered the attack on the Elysium, her parents’ banishment from their home and betrayal by the one person she thought she could trust; all those memories, a lifetime away, but still fresh in her mind. There was only one person to blame: a man who had broken her heart and condemned her and her parents to shame. Shaking his image from her mind, she recalled the night she convinced her parents they should sleep until she could redeem their souls from the darkness and re-install them back into the centre of the Elysium. As they lay together, she kissed them, covered their coffin with a slab of stone and left them to the darkness.

One last look around and Rachel leapt over the turret and made her way down the back-facing wall of the tower. It was a twenty foot drop that would have probably killed or severely injured a mortal, but Rachel landed gracefully and walked away, almost floating as she hurried. She had a little under an hour to get back to the safety of the coven.

About the author: (In Margarita's own words)

I live in Cardiff with my partner and three little mad dogs and I work for a well-known TV broadcasting company. I love living in Cardiff because, for all its modernisation, there are still remnants of an old Victorian city. I love writing and base my stories in Cardiff because it has such character. When I can, I go out to the coast and take photographs, mind you, we have a lovely castle in the city centre and a fairytale one just on the outskirts, so when I feel I can’t write anything, I take a ramble to those locations and it clears my head.

I suppose it was inevitable that someday I would write a novel. My teachers at school used to limit me to no more than ten pages. When I left school, I wrote short stories for magazines, and it paid my way through college. I am Gothic; I love the fashion, the architecture and the music. The club in my novel is real. When I was writing book one, I got all my club material and clientele from here, I wouldn’t have finished that section without it.
My first full length novel is called Judgement of Souls: The Kiss at Dawn. It’s the last story in a trilogy. I am currently writing story two, the prequel, and after that will be the very first book in the series. I’ve written short stories for magazines, one about a fake psychic, one about a woman who after an accident is given blood and then starts to see grisly murders in her dreams. And I have a TV script, it’s a romantic story that needs a re-write, it needs to be much longer and it needs to be made into a novel. It’s on my to-do list.