Guest Post and Giveaway: P.M. Richter

Please welcome to our stage, the amazing P.M. Richter. Author of the new paranormal book, The Necromancer.

Thanks to SMARTMOUTHTEXAN for hosting The Necromancer.  I also want to give appreciation to Bewitching Blog Tours for setting up this Guest Blog and Giveaway.


I wrote unknowingly about what I found was a taboo subject in The Necromancer.  It was my second novel and I wanted to do a big paranormal in the tradition of some of my favorite writers.  It’s funny, but you feel like you’ll be writing the darn book for the rest your life.  It’s a major revelation and super rush when it’s done, because you never really believed it would happen.

Then come reader reviews and comments when the novel is published.  The responses I got from an incident in my main character’s past took me by surprise.  I found that rape is the taboo subject, even when it’s written as a flash-back and the reader knows the character survived; even when it’s written in the third person and the actual physical act is not described.

I was startled because there are paranormals that have death, dismemberment and grisly disboweling, hangings, shootings, stabbings and killing with all kinds of implements.  These books are popular, thrilling, scary, and many have humor as well.  The descriptions of all the blood and guts in these novels are realistic, sometimes horrific, and many times given in great detail. 

I wanted to give some scares, but I didn’t want blood and guts.  I wanted to appeal to women because my protagonist is a woman

In The Necromancer the scene is in the third chapter.  My character’s psychological reaction to the incident changes her forever and I happen to be proud of what I wrote because I think it’s the best description I’ve ever seen in fiction; even if I did write it.  I have a degree in psychology so I think it is realistic and understandable.

The responses from readers are varied.  Some knew it was necessary to the character’s progression and shows how much she changes over the course of the novel.  Some said they started reading the book and when the violation occurred they stopped reading.  Other readers loved the book.

The readers forced me to do some research.  There are interesting statistics from 2010.  In that year there were 14,748 murders and 84,767 rapes in the USA.  How many rapes go unreported?  How many of the death statistics started as a rape?  We’re not supposed to write about it.

Of the four novels that I have published, I believe The Necromancer is my best book.  I did a lot of research on Hawaii.  I lived there, but wanted to give interesting tidbits about the Hawaiian culture, traditions, their food and the other islands that make up the chain.  The novel delves into witchcraft and there is also a lot of research that went into the novel about charms, spells, animal familiars, and casting the magic circle for the Wiccan religion.  My hope is that people will enjoy reading The Necromancer.  I loved writing it.

The Necromancer

P.M. Richter

Genre:  Paranormal

ISBN-13: 978-1478349501 

ISBN-10: 1478349506


Number of pages:  346

Word Count:   121,705

Buy Links:

Amazon Kindle       Amazon Print       Barnes and Noble

Book Description:

She picked the worst guy to have an affair with! –  Evil stalks in Hawaii

Michelle was brutally attacked in her locked hotel room in Las Vegas. The police didn’t believe her and thought she must have lured a man up to her hotel room for a little sexual adventure, which went dangerously out of control.

Michelle sustained visible scars from the terrifying and almost lethal attack, but pure fear motivated the move from her home in California to Hawaii. She’s scared her attacker will come back. She’s sure the next time he’ll kill her. Now she has a successful career and she figures abstinence is an acceptable, if lonely, way to live.

Michelle decides that an affair with a wickedly handsome man who moves into her building might cure her of the humiliating, embarrassing, and uncontrollable anxiety attacks which plague her whenever she finds herself alone with a man.

How could she know she made the worst possible choice?

Omar Satinov, the man Michelle has chosen, is a secret, whispered legend across several continents. His lure is a mystical religion based upon Witchcraft; his hook, the addictive herbal products he sells his followers. But does he really have supernatural powers, as many of his disciples believe?


It was just past twilight, almost time for the Crystal Prophesies.  Omar leaned his elbows on the penthouse balcony, enjoying the moment.  This was a magical time of day and he was a magician.  He preferred calling himself a Necromancer to the common titles: warlock, conjuror, magus, seer or wizard.  There were subtle variations, but he fancied ‘romancer’ in his title.  Necromancer.  It described him.  He romanced his way into hearts and minds.  With the help of a little magic.

As he gazed at the panorama spread out below, the Pacific slowly changed from light blue to a misty topaz.  Lush clouds floated on the horizon, and stars began to glow.  To his left was the tinsel-tourist Waikiki, and to his right the city of Honolulu was lighting up. Below him, in this very building, he could sense the presence of a remarkable woman.

He turned, gazing through plate glass windows into his new penthouse.  Ginger and Samson were inside.  Ginger noticed his look and, with a flourish, she uncovered an enormous crystal ball from its leather shroud.  She winked at him.  Ginger was a disciple, a beautiful tall woman, with long curly red hair.  She wore a flowing blue gown for the ceremony.

It was a tradition for the three of them to gaze into the crystal ball to divine their future when they expanded to a new location. They had arrived in Oahu a week ago.  Tonight was perfect, the time of the full moon.

Omar went inside and sat down in front of the crystal.  The sphere was almost two feet in diameter and sparkled on a base of black onyx.  The three were seated in the main living room, beneath a skylight.  White rafters crossed the cathedral ceiling.  The room was dark except for a cold silvery glow from the candles Ginger had placed around the room.

Omar passed his hands over the crystal ball several times for theatrical effect, principally for Samson, who was watching with curious eyes.  Omar’s acolyte, Samson was a gigantic man who would never age mentally.  He did remember this ritual.  His mouth was open in anticipation.

Omar frowned and leaned closer, gazing into the depths of the crystal.  Indeed, the omens were not auspicious.  Red forms floated amorphously inside, constantly changing shape.  This denoted the substance that controlled all magical rites.  Blood was a fluid like the tide; it flowed like the ocean, was coaxed by the moon to move subtly in bodies, causing emotional changes called lunacy. Sometimes it spilled.

The black he observed, swirling around the red forms like a night wind, could be taken as a symbol of his own influence.  It was the bright white light clashing there which forced Omar’s dark eyebrows to slide together.  White, an opposing force, seemed capable of exerting great influence in these Hawaiian islands.  Omar couldn’t tell if it indicated an old curse peculiar to these islands, with their ancient polytheist beliefs, or if it referred to a threatening individual.

The white was glowing, taking over.  There was busy movement inside the crystal.  It might have been a reflection from the stark white walls, but Omar was not taking chances. 

“Who will sacrifice?” he asked, frowning at Ginger and Samson in turn.  He took a dagger from the leather sheath that Ginger had placed beside the crystal ball.

The colossal young man cowered away.

Omar shook his head.  Samson let out a tiny moan, but Omar swiftly reached across the crystal and pointed the tip of the dagger at Ginger.

“I need heart blood,” Omar said.

Ginger closed her eyes and nodded.  He made a small slashing cut above her left breast, above her heart.  The cut was superficial, but blood immediately started flowing.

Ginger leaned forward and red dripped on the round crystal ball, and slowly, like wine with good legs, inched down its sides.

Omar recited incantations and waved his long expressive hands.  Both Ginger and Samson saw silver sparks extend from his fingertips and enter into the crystal. Ginger thought the effect might have been starlight drifting down from the skylight above.  Samson was sure it was magic.

Omar peered into the depths of the crystal and was satisfied.  The white light was winking out.  The sacrifice had been potent. 

His mind again sought the lovely feminine presence he had felt below him in this building.  When he found it he smiled.  His final aspiration would be fulfilled.  The Crystal Prophesy said so.

About the Author:

PM Richter is an author living in West Hollywood California. She has a degree in Psychology, from Northridge State University. She has worked as a property manager for Nansay, Corp. a multi-national corporation, been a dance teacher for Arthur Murray and Fred Astaire Dance Studios. She has five novels available on Amazon Kindle.

The Living Image

The Necromancer

Midnight Reflections


Deadly Memories



 Twitter: @pmraven



1 set of all 4 books at each stop pdf or Kindle gift format:

The Necromancer

Midnight Reflections

The Living Image

Deadly Memories

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This giveaway starts on Monday Oct 15th@ 00:01 CST and will end on Friday Oct 19th@ 23:59 CST and is open to US residents only.Winner will be announced by Oct 23rd.


3 thoughts on “Guest Post and Giveaway: P.M. Richter

  1. Pam Richter says:

    This is a Thank You to Smartmouthtexan for the wonderful presentation of my book. Much appreciated, Pam

  2. Natasha says:

    I have not yet. Thanks for the chance to win!
    natasha_donohoo_8 at hotmail dot com

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