A Wicked Halloween Blog Tour and Giveaway: Charlie Daye with The Party

 

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Halloween can’t get here soon enough! Especially when we have this tantalizing boxed set to look forward to.
A Wicked Halloween ~ 13 **BRAND NEW & EXCLUSIVE** paranormal romance tales that will thrill and chill you just in time for All Hallow’s Eve.
Preorder for only #99cent today!
 
Visit the page: A Wicked Halloween
 
 
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Top five favorite things…
 
Pizza, action movies, Dean Koontz novels, the beach, shoes
 

 

 

 
 
 

Raina had the perfect life, until the day she lost everything. Wanting to pull her out of her depression, her best friend Gaby suggests a Halloween escape to the spooky town of Salem. It’s a weekend to indulge and forget about everything else. 



Upon entering one of the many psychic shops that call Salem home, Raina is handed a flyer for one of the biggest Halloween parties of the year. It’s a promise of good music, mysterious drinks, tempting men, and a night she won’t soon forget.

 

Raina laughed as she followed her friend into the cemetery. She reached into her pocket to grab her own phone when she heard the sound  of her name on the wind. ” R A I N A…”
 
 
Charlie Daye began writing at the tender age of thirteen. With an obsession for romance, happy endings and the supernatural she delves into your greatest fantasies and worst nightmares. She will have you laughing, crying, falling in love and getting angry. She will always give you a HEA but getting there is the journey worth taking.
 
Charlie Daye was born in Lynwood, California. Her greatest passions are music and writing. Her first short story was written at the age of thirteen. At the time her entire class was asked to write a short story for Halloween as part of a homework assignment. Most of the kids in the class wrote one to two page stories… Charlie wrote eight. The short story titled The Haunted House went on to win her district wide awards and was published locally. From their she began writing poetry as means of expression.
 
Since her writing career began she’s has published several titles… The House, The Colonial, The Reservation, The Portrait, The Gypsy’s Dance, Mistaken for a Call Girl, Her Last Request and Breeders. Four of which have been nominated for the 2012 RONE Award.
 
 
 
 
 
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A set of short story paranormal romances centered on All
Hallow’s Eve. Be thrilled and chilled by these tales set in Salem—the ultimate
city for witchy and shape-shifting fun. Each story features sexy heroes and
spellbinding characters. Salem has never been so hot!
All stories are complete in themselves with a beginning, a
middle and end…no cliffhangers! They are an introduction to the longer books
in the companion box set, A Wicked Halloween.
 
Buy links:

 

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A Wicked Halloween Blog Tour and Giveaway: Linda Thomas-Sundstrom with De-Witched

 

Feed your paranormal cravings!
 
Halloween can’t get here soon enough! Especially when we have this tantalizing boxed set to look forward to.
A Wicked Halloween ~ 13 **BRAND NEW & EXCLUSIVE** paranormal romance tales that will thrill and chill you just in time for All Hallow’s Eve.
Preorder for only #99cent today!
 
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5 favorite things for Linda Thomas-Sundstrom

1) husbands (mine) 
2) love
3) diamonds (and other things that sparkle)
4) horses
5) castles
 
 

 

 
 
 

In Salem for business, werewolf Kade Willis’s new hostess is an intriguing woman whose species begins with the same letter of the alphabet. She’s a WITCH. The way Loren Beck Broom gets his fur twitchy might be due to the laws of animal attraction. It might be the way she handles her magic when dark forces come calling. Or . . . she might just truly know the ins and outs of a decent lust spell that will require him to be “de-witched.”

 
 

Loren Beck Broom felt a disturbance in the air and exhaled a long, slow breath. It was no meteorological ripple that she noted. Something more out of the ordinary than the usual out-of-the-ordinary stuff was causing a flux in the atmosphere. The back of her neck had chilled up.
She tossed a look to the front door of her establishment, then glanced to the roll-top desk where the few guests that came her way registered. Taking her time, she walked to the door, flipped the switch beside it that turned on a small vacancy sign, and stepped out on the porch.
Eyes closed, she sent her feelers out.
The newcomer was male, she sensed, and around thirty-years old. Strong, in the way he pushed through the dark. Steel-willed, for taking on Salem at this time of year.
More description filled in as if the guy stood right beside her. Tall. Handsome. With the confidence of a physician or an attorney.
She stopped there. If her new visitor was the latter, she could look forward to complaints. Bed was soft. Breakfast took too long. Coffee wasn’t hot enough. The rooms were too frilly for any self-respecting man to make himself at home in. Could he get meals 24/7? Did she have an aspirin for his after-flight hangover?
But that wasn’t quite all. Something else underscored those easier to read things about this customer. What was it?
Raising her right hand, she drew an invisible symbol in the air and opened her eyes to study it, aware of something else woven in the wind blowing through her thick black curls. There was a trace of sulfur in that wind.
Two steps forward took her to the front steps. The presence of sulfur was never good, which made this a bad wind, with trouble written all over it. She was almost sure her new guest wasn’t the cause of this new ripple in the night, per se, though he was likely part of the disturbance. In any case, the three blocks he was hiking to get to her were about to turn into the longest three blocks of his life if he wasn’t careful.
 
 
 
Linda Thomas-Sundstrom is an award-winning author of contemporary and paranormal romance novels and novellas with books published by Kensington Brava, Amazon Montlake, Harlequin Nocturne, Harlequin Desire, and GothicScapes.
 
Linda lives in the west, and is a teacher by day and a writer by night. She loves more than anything to write, and hopes you will come along on the wild, wonderful ride with her.
 
 
 
A Wicked Affair #FREE
 
A set of short story paranormal romances centered on All
Hallow’s Eve. Be thrilled and chilled by these tales set in Salem—the ultimate
city for witchy and shape-shifting fun. Each story features sexy heroes and
spellbinding characters. Salem has never been so hot!
All stories are complete in themselves with a beginning, a
middle and end…no cliffhangers! They are an introduction to the longer books
in the companion box set, A Wicked Halloween.
 
Buy links:

 

Don’t forget to add to your bookshelf on Goodreads:
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Blog Tour – Coming In Hot Medical Romance Boxed Set

The Book Mistress

Joy’s Edge By D.F. Krieger

from the Coming In Hot Medical Romance Box Set (featuring 22 talented authors)

df-author-picWhen D. F. Krieger was banned from writing contests at her school, she immediately set it in her head that she would become a professional writer. Since then, she has thrown away her plans of world domination through books, but she still enjoys writing. By the time she pens her final book with a hand ravaged by age, she hopes to introduce her readers to many alternate worlds, lines of thinking, and captivating characters.

When she’s not writing, she can be found surrounded by rescue cats who call her, “Mom” while she’s cross-stitching, crocheting, painting, or playing video games. Her family loves that she plays video games, though they refuse to play first person shooter games against her anymore because she makes an awesome sniper.

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A Wicked Halloween Blog Tour and Giveaway:Phoenix Johnson with So Mote It Be

 

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5 Favourite things
1.      Movies.
Especially sci-fi/fantasy, paranormal/supernatural, and comic-based movies. I
also count those types of TV shows, ie Supernatural, Jessica Jones, Arrow etc.
2.      Books. Does
that surprise you? Hehe
3.      Pets. I love
my pets, and can’t wait to get more. We already have 1 dog, 2 cats and 3
snakes. We also want another dog, horses, chickens… we want a menagerie!
4.      Quiet times
with my fiancé and our daughter, or just one-on-one time with either of them. I
don’t care if it’s at home or out. “Us time” is always magical.

 

5.      House
planning. Sounds weird, I know. But I love looking at houses for sale,
especially ones with floor plans, and imagining what furniture would go in it,
themes, and yes, even making my own floorplans. I have considered doing
interior decorating, and haven’t yet ruled out chasing that path. 
 


 

 

 

 
She’s one powerful Goddess, with acolytes she loves as children. They’re her coven, and she will protect them however she can. She is Hecate. As she wills, So Mote It Be.
 
This inclusion tells the tale of a powerful coven in Salem. They face off against Bokors, demons and fellow witches. Will the power of their Goddess be enough to protect them as they fight to keep Salem safe? Will the women who lead them get the love they desire? Or will they burn in the fires that condemned their ancestors so many years ago?
 






 


Darkness
surrounded her, smoke and the metallic scent of blood filled her nostrils.
Panicked screams and bellows echoed around her as she fumbled about. She
couldn’t tell which form she was in, human or stag, she was simply overwhelmed.
Out of nowhere, fiery red eyes appeared in front of her. White fangs gnashed
together in a sadistic grin. The figure came closer, allowing her to see it
clearer. Wrinkled skin cracked and oozed as the blackened flesh moved. The foul
apparition had been born of fire, she was sure, brought here to destroy and
devour. Large, leathery wings sprouted from its back, the bony frames licked by
flames that seemed to come from the creature itself. It was a nightmare
summoned from the bowels of Hell, just one of many. If she didn’t stop it,
they’ d consume the world, at the word of one scorned witch. She needed to get
to the root of the problem, Hilana, before it was too late.
“Morgan!”
She opened her eyes at Caleb’s call, his face
filling her field of vision. He pursed his lips and frowned, and it took her a
moment to realize she must have fallen asleep and called out in a dream.
“Morgan, you were having a pretty bad
nightmare, what happened?”
“It wasn’t just a dream; it was a
foreshadowing.”
“That bad, huh?”  Caleb sat on the window seat next to
her. 
“I don’t know what Hilana will promise them,
but the demons will devour the world for her. She’s beyond seeking simple
revenge. She has been twisted by her own magic and foul attitude into something
truly evil.”
Caleb whistled. “So it’s a good thing Junie
returned while you were sleeping.”
Morgan sat upright. “What did she find out?”
“You’re right, she isn’t just after simple
revenge. Junie was able to get close enough to the sigils to look them up in
the books now she’s back. It’s not looking good. They’re cacodemon sigils. She
thinks Hilana will trade them free reign to create havoc, as long as they first
destroy everyone who has done her harm.”
Morgan’s throat constricted that the mention
of cacodemons.  “She’s crazy.”
Caleb nodded. “That was Siobhan’s diagnosis
as well.”
“When does Junie think Hilana will summon
them?”
“At the full moon on Friday.”
“Damn. That doesn’t give us long. Any
suggestions on preventing the summons to begin with?”

 

“You mean besides burning down the house with
Hilana in it?”
 
 
 
 
Award winning, bestselling author Phoenix
Johnson has always been intrigued by the written word. Even when she was a
young girl, she usually had her nose stuck in at least one book, and her need
to read would drive her to peruse the back of the same cereal box each morning
at breakfast. Paranormal and fantasy captured her heart, with tales about
dragons, magic, and fanciful creatures sweeping her away to a wonderful new
world where she felt she truly belonged.
Phoenix Johnson has had her nose to the
grindstone, working to make her name known. With only a few months left to the
end of her Bachelor of Arts Degree, she is eager for more time to focus purely
on her writing.  Phoenix is extremely
excited to see where her writing career takes her next.
To follow other projects by Phoenix Johnson,
please visit http://deaalmon87.wix.com/phoenixjohnsonauthor. She can also be
found on Facebook, where you can sign up to her newsletter, The Nest, and you
can follow her on Twitter.
 
 
 
 
 
 








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A set of short story paranormal romances centered on All
Hallow’s Eve. Be thrilled and chilled by these tales set in Salem—the ultimate
city for witchy and shape-shifting fun. Each story features sexy heroes and
spellbinding characters. Salem has never been so hot!
All stories are complete in themselves with a beginning, a
middle and end…no cliffhangers! They are an introduction to the longer books
in the companion box set, A Wicked Halloween.
Buy links:


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A Wicked Halloween Blog Tour and Giveaway: Debbie Herbert with Charmed by the Salem Witch

 

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A Wicked Halloween ~ 13 **BRAND NEW & EXCLUSIVE** paranormal romance tales that will thrill and chill you just in time for All Hallow’s Eve.
Preorder for only #99cent today!
 
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5 things I like: (Reading and Writing are a given!)
 
1. Watching college football – Roll Tide, Alabama! 
2. pizza and cheesecake – the ultimate meal 
3. jet skiing at the lake
4. lazing around in the pool

 

5. All-girl beach trips with my friends or my sister
 
 

 

 
 
 

“At the Women’s College of Salem, Sarah hopes to meet like-minded students of The Craft. But after joining a coven, the other girls seem to have it in for her and she can’t figure out why . . . 


. . . until Tanner, the new, cute IT guy, helps uncover her family’s dark secret. Sarah will have to learn to trust Tanner if she’s to survive a killer freshman year. And Tanner must accept his paranormal powers to save Sarah when the blood moon rises at Samhain, the witch’s Halloween.”

 
 
 

Go to Salem, they urged.
You’ll love it, they promised.
It will be fun, they said.
They lied.
Tanner rubbed
his eyes and tried to focus on a string of computer code. Some fun. He could
have stayed in Alabama if he’d wanted to be stuck in a boring tech job.
Sighing, he shoved out of his chair and walked to the window. In the darkness
of late afternoon, a light shone in the library next door on the campus quad.
She was there
again. Sitting alone at a table, her long, brown hair swept to one side, her
enchanting profile glowing like a halo of warmth against the New England chill.
Damn, the unbearable cold had turned his brain to poetic mush. She was just a
girl, and he’d had more than his fair share of dating last year. Before
everything had turned to shit.
He’d prove she
was nothing special. Tanner abruptly closed down the computer, grabbed his
coat, and walked down the semi-deserted hallway. “See you in the morning,” he
called to his boss.
Mr. Higginboth
didn’t bother looking up from his hunched position over a computer. “Night,” he
mumbled, pushing up wire-framed glasses from the bridge of his nose.
Tanner
shuddered. Would that be him thirty years from now? Buried in an academic
environment, wearing old-man woolen sweaters and deciphering endless lines of
computer code with steadily declining eyesight? Not how he’d envisioned his
future. He closed his eyes and remembered the thrill of catching his one and
only touchdown pass—the cheering crowd, outrunning the opposing team’s
defenders, the ball tucked safely in his arms, and crossing the goal line.
Score!
How things had
changed in one year. And not for the good.
Bitter wind
slammed into his body as he exited the tech lab. He clutched his leather jacket
tighter, glumly trying to imagine how much colder Salem would be in winter.
Back home, he’d still be in short sleeves and enjoying sunshine.
His right knee
throbbed, as it always did in cold weather. Damn nuisance. You’d think he was
ninety instead of nineteen. He walked as quickly as he could with the bum knee,
grateful for the warmth of the library as he pushed open its heavy, wooden
doors. The cozy scent of old books and weathered oak lifted his sour mood.
Quickly, he
scanned the towering rows of books and the whispering crowd of students at the
center tables. In the far right corner, on the second level, she was bent over a book, her long hair
a veil, covering her face.
Tanner inwardly
groaned as he climbed the stairs, trying to avoid wincing at the darting pain
needling through his knee. A gaggle of girls passed, shooting him sly glances.
He winked at the boldest one, who had flaming red hair, dressed all in black,
and sported a large pentacle pendant. Back home, she’d have stuck out like a
black widow on a bed of white linen. But at the Women’s College of Salem, she
was part of a notable minority that flaunted a belief in witchcraft. She smiled,
but her eyes held no warmth. She turned her back and elbowed the girl nearest
her orbit. “He’s cute but . . . all crippled up. Too bad.”
His face warmed.
The remark had been whispered, but it was loud enough to carry—as the girl no
doubt intended. He was used to being called cute, but not to people wondering
at his injury. At least, not that he’d overheard. Way to build his confidence
as he approached the girl to whom he’d been drawn for the past few weeks.
He squared his
shoulders, determined not to let the offhand comment ruin his plans. If he’d
learned nothing else from his old football coach, it was to persevere, no
matter the obstacles. Still, he was used to outmaneuvering three-hundred-pound
linebackers, not pathetically limping like an old man as he climbed a set of
stairs. All while a group of girls insulted his dignity.
The girls went
their way, chattering, never sparing a glance behind them. Amazing—not in a
good way—that he’d gone from a rising football star to nearly invisible.
Different. A tiny flash of red on the floor
caught his attention. Tanner bent over, picking up a small, black feather with
a skein of red floss clumsily woven into its spine. A few inches of the red
thread formed a tiny circle, perhaps large enough for a small wrist. Some kind
of Native American bracelet, perhaps? He looked around, but nobody caught his
eye. It probably belonged to one of the girls who had laughed at him. Too bad.
He wasn’t going to search them out and ask. He shrugged and stuffed it into his
jacket pocket, intending to throw it in the nearest trashcan.
At last, he
reached the top. Tanner gripped the railing, collecting his breath and his
pride. Once both were again intact, he walked toward the mystery girl, his
footsteps creaking on the old pine flooring, but she didn’t look up from the
book held in her hands, a heavy, dusty tome—Salem
Witch Trials and Mass Hysteria: 1692—1693
.
Tanner flicked
his index finger against the book’s spine to get her attention. “A little light
reading?” he joked.
Eyes as gray as
a November sky regarded him with a decided chill. He was definitely striking
out with the ladies today.
Her voice was
smooth and cold as ice. “Nothing light
about the killing of innocent women.”
“That’s what you
call irony.” Tanner pulled out a chair across from her and sat, uninvited. “You
writing a history paper on the trials?”
She cocked her
head to one side and regarded him with a raised brow. “Yes. Do you need to use
this book?”
“Oh, no, I’m not
a student.”
Wariness
sharpened her delicate features, and her fingers gripped the edge of the table.
Real smooth there, Tanner. Now you’re scaring the women away.
“Then who—”
“It’s okay,” he
said quickly. “I work here. In the IT department. My uncle—Ralph Landers—is the
college dean.”
Her death grip
on the book relaxed a fraction.
“I can prove
it.” He dug in his coat pocket and fished out his employee ID. “See? I’m
totally legit.” He slapped the card on the table and slid it toward her.
“Tanner Adams,”
she read aloud, comparing his face to the awkward employee picture. “Computer
tech, WCS.”
The way she said
his name with her proper, reserved New England inflection was strangely sexy.
She pushed his ID card back on the table, and their fingers touched. Chills,
the good kind, vibrated through his entire body.
 
“Debbie Herbert writes paranormal romance novels reflecting her belief that love, like magic, casts its own spell of enchantment. She’s always been fascinated by magic, romance and Gothic stories. She is traditionally published through Harlequin as well as Indie published.
 
Married and living in Alabama, she roots for the Crimson Tide football team. Debbie enjoys recumbent bicycling and jet skiing with her husband. She has two grown sons and the oldest has autism. Characters with autism frequently land in her works, even when she doesn’t plan on it!
 
A past Maggie finalist in both Young Adult & Paranormal Romance, and a past finalist for the YARWA award for New Adult (Young Adult Chapter of the Romance Writer’s of America) she’s a member of the Georgia Romance Writers of America. Debbie has a degree in English (Berry College, GA) and a master’s in Library Studies (University of Alabama). “
Links:
 
 
A Wicked Affair #FREE
 
A set of short story paranormal romances centered on All
Hallow’s Eve. Be thrilled and chilled by these tales set in Salem—the ultimate
city for witchy and shape-shifting fun. Each story features sexy heroes and
spellbinding characters. Salem has never been so hot!
All stories are complete in themselves with a beginning, a
middle and end…no cliffhangers! They are an introduction to the longer books
in the companion box set, A Wicked Halloween.
 
Buy links:

 

Don’t forget to add to your bookshelf on Goodreads:
http://goo.gl/dOpHXL

 

 
 
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Coming In Hot Release Day Blitz and Giveaway

 

More than a boxed set, it’s an adventure!
20 New Steamy Paranormal & Contemporary Medical Romance
Tales of Shifters, Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, Demons, Doctors, EMTs, Nurses
and More
 
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What the reviewers are saying…
 
 
 
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5 stars
 
Danna Lee
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A Wicked Halloween Blog Tour and Giveaway: Cecilia Dominic with A Million Shadows

 

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A Wicked Halloween ~ 13 **BRAND NEW & EXCLUSIVE** paranormal romance tales that will thrill and chill you just in time for All Hallow’s Eve.
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Cecilia’s Five Favorites
 
Hey, y’all, I’m so excited to be here! I was told I needed
to figure out five favorite things, so I decided to try and do something a
little bit different than the usual. So, here we go:
 
Favorite meal of the day – lunch!
Perhaps as a child I was influenced by Weird Al Yankovic’s
early classic “Girl Just Want to Have Lunch.” It’s the perfect meal of the day.
Don’t feel like real food? Have breakfast, call it brunch, and claim to be all
fancy on Instagram! Can’t decide whether you want to have caffeine or alcohol?
No problem – have both! No one’s going to be judging you unless you’ve brought
beer into McDonald’s. And hey, if you have brought beer into a fast food joint,
I salute your determination to embrace the noncommittal nature of this meal,
especially if you then order breakfast.
 
By the way, I really like breakfast, too, and I’m not above
having a mimosa whenever I can.
 
Favorite weather – bring on autumn!
If you live in the Southeast U.S., you know it’s been a
really hot summer, even for us. I have naturally curly hair, and it has its own
ideal range for humidity separate from the rest of me. This summer has
definitely tightened my curl to its limit. The funniest was after going for a
long run in Florida on a recent vacation. Yes, my husband convinced me to go on
a long run while on vacation. I’ve never seen my hair curl as tightly as it did
that morning. If I’d been wearing a hat, it would have popped off. Ugh, that
was miserable – blazing sun, humid as anything, and no breeze.
 
Oddly my favorite weather still involves a lot of moisture
in the air. I love cool, cloudy days with a breeze and the occasional mist.
It’s perfect for all of my favorite things – napping, writing, reading,
napping, drinking warm or alcoholic beverages while watching the mist, napping,
and sometimes running if I’m in the mood for it. I missed my geographical
calling – I should’ve moved to the Pacific Northwest.
 
Favorite thing to procrastinate with – playing around with
graphics.
I almost said Facebook, which is connected, but I’ve been
trying to not let unnecessary negativity into my mental space. So, graphics! I
think they relax me by allowing me to use a different part of my brain. I live
in the world of words for both my careers, so it’s nice to get a break and do
something different.
 
Why don’t you see more graphics from me? Well, I didn’t say
I was good at them. I’ve just gotten a trial for Illustrator. Wish me luck. I
may disappear down the Adobe rabbit hole and never emerge. Deadlines, what
deadlines?
 
Favorite kind of pen – anything narrow and ball-point.
I thought I’d stick something writerly in here. I love the
Pentel RSVP pens, specifically the narrowest ones. They’re great for writing
and doodling, which I do during webinars and lectures but not client sessions.
I can’t doodle during session – I use electronic health records, which makes it
hard.
 
My husband asked me once if I write my novels during session
while pretending to take notes. I told him no, but really, would I admit it if
I did?
 
As for why ball point, I just can’t do the felt tip thing.
 
Favorite sport – sleeping.
As you’ve probably guessed by now, I love to sleep. If you
don’t think sleeping is a competitive sport, you’ve never been at my house on a
Sunday morning. No, I’m not inviting you for brunch, although I’m sure that
would be lovely. I don’t typically watch sports, and if I’m going to compete,
it’s going to be something I’m good at. I’m a reluctant runner but a champion
sleeper.
 

 

And if you do show up for brunch on a random Sunday morning,
I won’t make fun of you for being pretentious. Just don’t come over too early,
and be sure to bring mimosa fixins. It’s hot out.
 
 

 

 
 
 
 

Former model and heartbreaker Kyra Ellison is accustomed to making trouble, not being on the receiving end. When she’s kicked out of her family’s Ozarks cabin where she’s been taking refuge – okay, hiding – after a wicked ancient syndrome wrecked her old life, she’s forced to go to Salem, Massachusetts. Yes, that Salem, where a murder, witches with secrets, and handsome billionaire make danger irresistible. Kyra finds she’s not the only one with secrets and skeletons in her family closet, but some are more deadly than others. A confrontation with ancient danger and a new foe forces her to choose between the old life she’s been craving and the new love that might make everything worth it in the end..

 
 
 

A moonbeam found its way through the blinds and speared me awake at around three o’clock. I rolled away from it, but my movement was echoed by a thud downstairs. I sat, all senses alert, and heard a scratching sound like boots scrabbling in sand.



I pulled the T-shirt I’d slept in over my head just before my hands curled into paws. My fingernails turned into claws, and the change came on from my extremities. It felt like I curled inward and folded into shapes no human body should endure. The fur itched as it pushed through pores I hadn’t had before, but I couldn’t control my paws enough to scratch it.



The final thing to change was my face, and that was the worst sensation, of someone taking my nose and pulling so hard it brought my skull with it.



Then the pain stopped, and a sense of strength, grace, and deadliness unfurled like a flag in my middle and filled me with purpose. To my wolf eyes, the room seemed awash in daylight—not moonlight—and my lips curled.



There was an intruder in my house, and I wanted to tear him or her apart.



No tearing apart, I reminded myself. Not unless I want a visit from that nice policeman later.



I jumped off the bed with as little noise as possible and slunk into the hallway and down the stairs. My fur was the same color as my hair—almost black—so I knew I would blend into the shadows.



Whereas the sulfurous smell had dissipated to my human nose, it was still very strong and present to my wolf nose. But that wasn’t what made me stop, all fur on end, when I turned toward the front hall. The sand I had stepped in glowed an opalescent blue, and I saw it was in a circle shape about three feet in diameter. I could see the panes of the front door through the ghostly figure that struggled in the middle of it.



My wolf brain, eminently practical, noted that I couldn’t do anything about a ghost because it wasn’t solid enough to be afraid of me, so I should just turn around and go back to bed.



But then I heard my name.



My ears perked up, and I moved closer, sticking to the darker patches. Why was the ghost calling my name? Was it a deceased family member visiting for the Festival of the Dead? What was I supposed to do about it?



“Kyra, where are you? I’m trapped. I just want to talk to you.”



The ghost pushed against some sort of invisible barrier. When I got close enough to make out its features, I gasped, which came out as a canine huff.



Jared Steel was the ghost trapped in the circle.



“What are you doing here? Are you dead?” I didn’t know if he would hear my mental voice, but he spun around.



“Where are you? I can’t see you.”



“I’m right here. It’s nighttime. Why are you here in my parents’ house? Are you dead?”



“No, I don’t think so. I think I’m dreaming.” He looked at his hands and grew more solid. I moved out of the shadows to sit in front of him, and he tried to back up, but he bounced against the back of the circle.



“Kyra, wherever you are, go! There’s a wolf.”



He looked so bewildered I wasn’t sure whether to laugh at him or comfort him. I still didn’t know whether he was dead, but I suspected not. If some wolves could spirit-walk, then I supposed some humans could, too.



I did want to know who had made a binding circle in my foyer, but I guessed it wasn’t my confused astral projection house guest.



And if he was projecting while he was asleep, I could have some fun. My instincts told me he didn’t realize he had this ability and would just write all this off to a strange dream in the morning.



As he came more into view, his attire resolved itself into shorts and a tight-fitting T-shirt that hugged the muscles of his upper arms, shoulders, and chest. Dark hair showed above the rim of the v-neck collar, and I licked my lips at the sight of his lightly fuzzed and nicely shaped legs.



Yes, Jared Steel was quite nice out of his work clothes, and I found myself disappointed that he didn’t sleep naked.

 
 


 
 
Cecilia Dominic wrote her first story when she was two years old and has always had a much more interesting life inside her head than outside of it. She became a clinical psychologist because she’s fascinated by people and their stories, but she couldn’t stop writing fiction. The first draft of her dissertation, while not fiction, was still criticized by her major professor for being written in too entertaining a style. She made it through graduate school and got her PhD, started her own practice, and by day, she helps people cure their insomnia without using medication. By night, she blogs about wine and writes fiction she hopes will keep her readers turning the pages all night. Yes, she recognizes the conflict of interest between her two careers, so she writes and blogs under a pen name. She lives in Atlanta, Georgia with one husband and two cats, which, she’s been told, is a good number of each. Her debut novel The Mountain’s Shadow, an urban fantasy featuring werewolves with a scientific twist, was released in October 2013, the sequel Long Shadows will be out in March 2014, and she has been offered a contract by Samhain for the third in the series, Blood’s Shadow. She also writes young adult fiction and won the 2011 Mystery Times Ten contest through Buddhapuss Ink with her YA fantasy mystery The Coral Temple.
 
 
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