✨ Interview ✨
Q: Tell us something about yourself that most people don’t know.
I was an acting major in college for a long time—but now, I hope to never be on stage again.
Q: If you could spend some real-life time with one of the characters in the book, who would you choose and why?
Mama because she’s a badass nature witch who gardens and practices voodoo on the side. As a green witch, I’ve always focused my magic on nature—but there’s definitely another side of me that would love to know more about voodoo!
Q: On the flipside, which character would you probably least get along with? Why?
Ha, Serafine because she’s lewd, rude, and often covered in rats. Although I do love Earl, the spider that lives in her hair.
Q: What are your least and most favorite things about being an author?
Ironically, my least favorite thing is promo—probably because my most favorite thing is sitting alone in my house in my pajamas making up stories. Give me creativity over business any day!
Q: What’s the best piece of writing/author advice you’ve ever received that you’d pass on to someone just getting started in the business?
Elmore Leonard once told me, “Keep writing.” Simple and maybe obvious, but that’s what we have to do, no matter being “blocked” or frustrated. Just keep writing, and you’ll find your muse before you know it.
Q: Let’s talk tropes: do you have a few favorites that you enjoy both writing and reading? If so, what are they and what makes them your favorites?
Enemies-to-lovers is a big one for me. (I fully embraced it in my book Abstract Love.) How do two people who initially hate each other end up falling in love? It’s fascinating. I also love a good age gap. Silver fox and pretty young thing? Hell yes.
Q: If you could choose one of your books to be adapted for the silver screen, which would you choose? Why do you think it would translate well to film?
Probably this one, Light from the Grave, because there are so many gorgeous visual elements. I love the Southern setting. (Living in Charleston, South Carolina, was a dream, for instance.) The magic special effects would be killer, as would the makeup. Let’s do it!
Q: What’s the one book you’ve read in your lifetime that you wish you’d written? Why did this particular book leave such a lasting impact on you?
The Remaking of Corbin Wale by Roan Parrish. I’ve read it a hundred times. Roan mixes romance with mental health with magic, and it’s all so beautiful. It’s like hot cocoa on a winter day. Like a big hug when you’re sad.
Q: If you could be any animal in the world, what would you choose? Why?
Toss up between tiger shark or dolphin. I love the ocean. (Pretty sure I was a mermaid in a past life.) I’m obsessed with these beautiful, fast moving beauties of the deep.
Q: If you could travel back in time, with all your years of experience and wisdom intact, what advice would you give to your teenage self?
“It will get better.”
Q: If you were to sit down and write your autobiography today, what would the title be?
How to Be a Hot Mess and Look Good Doing It
Thank you.
Light from the Grave
by Sara Dobie Bauer
Publisher: Carnation Books
Cover Artist: Natasha Snow Designs
Release Date: October 24, 2023
Genres: Paranormal M/M romance
Tropes: witches, anti-hero, age gap
Themes: grief, mental health, redemption, family
Heat Rating: 2 flames
Length: Novel / 94,000 Words / 374 Pages
Light from the Grave is a standalone book and does not end on a cliffhanger.
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I’m what nightmares are made of, but I’m not sure who’s more dangerous: him or me.
Blurb
In the world of witches, Keller Rex is a legendary monster—a dark sorcerer with a gift for suffering. He has long been the protector of the Zayne coven and their ancestral home in Charleston, South Carolina. When the family matriarch, Vivian Zayne, dies under mysterious circumstances, he is tasked with finding the only person who can open her sealed Book of Shadows: the son no one knew she had.
Dylan Quinn has never bothered to figure out why cats follow him everywhere, but it’s been that way for as long as he can remember. After the unexpected passing of his adoptive mother, he had to make a new home for himself in small-town Ohio. Things have been quiet ever since, but lately, there are strange voices in his dreams and a sense of being watched.
When a striking Southern gent appears in town, Dylan welcomes the distraction. Keller is handsome and charming, but Dylan can tell there’s something else, something eerie about him. And he discovers he’s right, as Keller goes from being Dylan’s seducer… to his abductor.
Now back in Charleston, Dylan’s newfound family is shocked when it’s discovered his magical affinity is for death itself. Despite his fears, he’ll need to learn to control his terrifying powers in order to open the Zayne Book of Shadows. He also needs to keep his coven safe, and time is running out. The estate’s protective wards expire on Halloween, and power-hungry witches from all over are ready to pounce.
While Dylan’s awakening darkness threatens to overwhelm him, Keller finds himself confronted by feelings he thought long dead. Keller will do anything to protect his young necromancer and open Vivian’s Book of Shadows, but the Zaynes are in for a surprise when Dylan resurrects someone he shouldn’t.
Excerpt
Dylan stood by his kitchen island drinking a glass of water and froze at the sudden arrival in his home. Keller moved with inhuman speed. He appeared right in front of Dylan, who gasped and dropped his glass, which shattered on the wooden floor at their feet. Taking hold of Dylan’s shirt, Keller shoved the smaller man against the fridge.
“What are you?”
Dylan’s chin trembled. “What?”
Keller clenched his teeth. “What are you?”
“I-I don’t understand, but I’d really like you to leave please.”
Keller let go of Dylan. He chuckled and paced halfway across the small apartment and back. He was tired of playing games, tired of trying to work his magic on someone who seemed impervious to his influence, so Keller chose truth. “Your family is waiting,” he said. “Long story short: your biological mother is dead. She was a bitch who won’t be missed, and there is no time to spare. Several lives depend on you, so we need to go. Now.”
“What the fuck, man?” His words shook. “I don’t know who you think I am, but my biological mother died giving birth to me. That’s why my adopted mom agreed to give me her family name.”
“Zayne,” Keller said.
Dylan took a startled step back and again rammed right into the fridge. “How do you know that?”
“Because your biological mother did not die giving birth to you. She died a week ago.”
“How?”
Keller snorted. “That’s up for debate.”
“I don’t—”
Keller held up a hand between them, a silent but visible order for Dylan to listen. “Your biological mother’s name was Vivian Zayne, and she was a very powerful witch. We, as her coven, didn’t know you existed until the reading of her will. Imagine our surprise.”
Dylan’s eyes widened. “What?”
“You come from a family of witches.”
“Witches aren’t real.”
“Are you sure?”
Dylan didn’t look sure of anything. He looked like a frightened child.
Keller leaned his elbows on the kitchen island. “How long have cats been following you?”
“They’re just … cats,” Dylan said. “They follow everyone.”
“They follow you. How long have they been following you? Your whole life, I assume.”
Dylan glanced at the row of cats watching from his bedroom doorway.
“We call them familiars.” Keller clicked his tongue and stood. “Now, you may continue to have an internal crisis on the drive to Charleston. You’re coming with me. You don’t have a choice.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you.” He reached for the chain around his neck—a nervous tic Keller had noticed before—but his fingertips found nothing.
With that, Keller leaned his head back and roared with laughter. He didn’t have much time to enjoy his dark amusement though, because even if Dylan didn’t believe in witches, he did believe in that necklace.
When the boy charged for his bedroom, Keller sprung into action. He wrapped his arms around Dylan’s upper body and held him captive against his chest, but Dylan still struggled against him, struggled to reach the necklace Keller saw hanging on the lamp by Dylan’s bed.
Keller spoke with his lips against Dylan’s ear. “All you had to do was wear that necklace, and I couldn’t control you. What a day to forget to put it on, hmm?”
In his arms, Dylan gave up fighting but did tremble with silent tears.
“Shh,” Keller whispered. “I’ll only hurt you if you make me.”
Dylan started shouting. He called out for help, but Keller covered his mouth with his hand and subdued his screams. The dampness of Dylan’s warm breath mixed with the saltwater of his tears against Keller’s palm.
Then, something strange happened. Keller found himself thrown backwards. He landed with a thud against Dylan’s bedroom wall. Dylan was no longer in his arms. Dylan was also no longer screaming. Keller, recovered from the invisible attack, raised his head to find Dylan standing in front of him—Dylan, but not Dylan. His eyes had gone black, just like they had in the coffee shop. Tiny black veins appeared around his eyes and spread down his cheeks.
Keller stared in wonder while cats hissed from Dylan’s windowpane but came no closer. “There you are, gorgeous,” Keller said.
About the Author
Bestselling romance author.
Bisexual witch.
Feminist. Pro-choice. Anti-censorship.
Timothee Chalamet freak.
Horror movie aficionado.
Vampire mermaid in a past life.
Sara Dobie Bauer somehow survived her party-hard college years at Ohio University to earn a creative writing degree. She lives with her precious Pit Bull in Northeast Ohio, although she’d really like to live in a Tim Burton film.
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