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The Fire Witch
A Zvi Jayden Novel Book 1
by Sasha Marshall
Genre: Paranormal Romance




A brutal murder by a reserved vampire brings a new case to Zvi Jayden. Perplexed as to why her friend met such a tragic end, she will stop at nothing to find the rogue vampire.

An array of supernatural beings converge at The Bar to find the killer and other hidden truths. Killian Kavanaugh, king of the vampires is after the killer and Zvi's heart. Zvi will not only have to battle a killer vampire but fight her feelings and Killian's advances.

Will Zvi catch the killer before it's too late?


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My Rating: 5 🌟 
My Recommendation: 10 Star πŸ’« 
(I received this book free in exchange for my honest review)

What a book, I have so much I can say about this book, but I feel like I might get too excited and spoil the whole thing. 


I got a mad crush on our MC, screw the hot vampire, I want her! She’s the type of overpowered character that I don’t mind. I don’t know what it is, but I am very much am in love with her. 


The story itself flowed nicely, we're tossed into the plot right out of the gate. And everything is connected within pages. I like the, no waiting around we are in a emergency so let’s get moving, type of writing. 


Overall this book is a solid five star, and a  solid 10 for recommendation. This is a book that will capture you, and won’t let go. 


Happy Reading 


-E.A. Walsh 






DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME AND winter combine to make nights longer, a blessing for a vampire—one I have cursed more than graciously accepted for over 600 years. As I reach up and push on the coffin's lid, the hinges squeak as it opens. I crawl out into the evening, refresh myself with a shower, and then I wander onto the front porch with a book in my hand, a collection of essays by Ralph Waldo Emerson. As I take a seat in my favorite antique, white rocking chair, I reach out into the distance, casting my senses beyond me like a net, searching for potential danger. The crickets chirp, the cicadas sing, and the smell of honeysuckle sweetens the humid, Georgia air. I sense another vampire eight houses down,another creature of the night assimilating into human culture. 

The night is peaceful, just as I like it, and makes for the perfect evening to bury my nose in Emerson's Self Reliance and let the world around disappear. When the grandfather clock inside chimes through the screen door at the eight o’clock hour, I decide to move to the kitchen for my nightly cup of coffee, a habit I picked up in 1914, on the eve of the war. Coffee is the closest thing to sunshine a vampire can withstand. 

As the beans brew, I take the time to appreciate the rich aroma, allowing the smell to waft over me. It brings back memories of days gone by when I was very much in love with Maribel. The love of my life has been gone for over fifty years now. I can’t seem to move past her, recreating the smell of our long nights together each evening with a simple cup of joe. If I listen hard enough, I can still hear her laugh as she guzzled caffeine to stay awake with me. 

Lost in thought, I move back to the rocking chair and cast my net again, always on the lookout for danger. This time there are two vampires–one of the two ancient and powerful–and a witch. The hair on my neck stands on end as I wait for them to reveal themselves. Anticipation makes me anxious to discover their identities. It’s the witch that shows her face–a beautiful face, framed with mousy brown hair that would’ve deceived me if I’d not already smelled her dark magic. 

“Mr. Ekman,” she greets as she climbs the porch steps, wearing a long, black, lacy dress that drags the ground. 

“What do you want, witch?” I ask, in no mood to be bothered by a stranger in the middle of the night. 

“They say you loved a human woman,” she says. 

Most vampires would be ashamed of the fact, but not me. The thirty years I spent with my Maribel were the best years of my immortal existence. “I still do.” 




Award-winning author Sasha Marshall, a concert photographer, toured with legendary bands such as The Allman Brothers Band. A self-proclaimed free spirit, she’s most often found outdoors, or painting a canvas, capturing a photograph, people watching, reading a book, or writing a new book. Sasha makes her home in the beautiful state of Georgia and loves to hear from readers.

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