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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?”
 
 
 
 
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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
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A Wicked Halloween Blog Tour and Giveaway: Angelica Dawson with Ethereal Protector

 

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Five Favorite Things: 


1. Being Lazy – Having no pressing appointment, no rush jobs, just sitting back and having a coffee
2. My medication – Not the happiest thing, but without it, I really wouldn’t be here.
3. My husband – When the medication doesn’t work, he does.
4. My home – It’s not as clean as it could be, and the garden and lawn are overgrown, and it needs a few renos, but really, I love my house and my neighbourhood.
5. My daughter – She drives me insane, but I would do anything for her.

 

 
 
 
 
 

Summer Parker has moved to Salem, into her great-grandmother’s house. Once there, she is plagued by the sensation of someone watching her. Added to that, she is having strange dreams about her ancestor, Mark Parker, who was one of Salem’s witches. Her human roommates remove most of the eeriness of her predicament, but the intangible roomie is making himself at home too. After a close call, the identity of her resident ghost is revealed. But if Geoffrey is the ghost, does that make her Mary Parker? One thing is certain, Geoffrey is as determined to protect her. WARNING: Suicide Trigger.

 
 
 

Although classic, the house had been
maintained and renovated over the years, so it looked quaint, but had central
heating, hot water on demand, and proper outlets in all the walls. There was
even an Ethernet outlet in the sitting room under an old writing desk that had
been converted for a keyboard tray and monitor.
“Sweet.” Summer ran her hand over the
warm brown wood, polished to shine. She had opted not to keep the cleaners,
saving a few pennies by keeping house herself. It wasn’t an option to normal
renters. The cleaning crew could alert the management company of problem
tenants before much damage could be done.
Summer shivered with a chill that was
likely the result of rain water. Her hair, where it had escaped her hood, dripped.
She shrugged off the slicker and left it with the boots, then took her tote and
suitcase up the stairs. Creaks accompanied her climbing, and that sound echoed
as well. She would have to set up a portable stereo or something. The place was
too creepy with no one in it. There were four bedrooms in total—two tiny, one
fairly large and a master suite, which she claimed.
She snorted at the thought. It had a
sink attached. Not even a toilet. Not really a suite. It was the largest
bedroom, though, and would give her somewhere to brush her teeth and fix her
hair once her roommates arrived.
Flopping on the bed, she looked up at
the plaster ceiling and saw a myriad of tiny cracks. Was that a bad thing?
Would pieces of it start falling on her? Standing on the duvet in damp socks,
she stretched to see it better.
“Ew.” They weren’t cracks but strings of
cobwebs, tons of them. She couldn’t reach, but she would be back with a broom
before sleeping. And she might not be able to sleep even then.
She would head out for food—eat out
tonight or get groceries for tomorrow—but there was one more thing to do before
that. Her tablet rested in her tote bag, and she sent a message to Mom, Aunt
Marge, and Della, her best friend from Montreal. They would all want to know
that she arrived safely, that the house was in great shape—she didn’t mention
the cobwebs, the cleaners hadn’t been in since the last renter left—and she was
excited to start class in a couple of days.
Formalities done, she looked out the
window into the grey September evening and considered ordering in pizza. It
made more sense to get groceries, though. After all, she would need breakfast
as well. Judging the rain, she wondered if it was worth waiting for it to pass.
She spun around, the overwhelming sense
of someone watching her coming from the closet. That made no sense. She opened
the doors wide, revealing a bare bar with several hangers that rattled as air
swept out.
Leaning in, Summer looked left and
right, examining the corners. Maybe it was a mouse. Nope.
She hopped down the stairs and put on
her jacket. Suddenly groceries and rain seemed better than staying where she
was. Had Aunt Marge said anything about high turnover, or infestations, or
anything? She set a quick pace and tried to recall, but nothing came to mind.
The turnover was high, but that was just because students only stayed for a few
years. Still, she would email Marge tonight.
When she returned with the groceries,
her arms aching slightly from the weight of them, the eerie feeling was gone.
Relieved, she took her time putting away milk, bread, cereal, and everything
else. The deli sandwich came last and she took her time eating it.
Climbing the stairs, she yawned. It had
been a long trip and she hoped for a less grey day tomorrow.
When she was curling up in bed, the
sensation of being watched returned. “Who’s there?” she asked, feeling stupid.
Who was going to answer her?
There was no reply, but her bedroom door
squeaked on its hinge, swinging in slightly. She closed her eyes and told
herself it was her imagination. One thing was certain, she would be thrilled
when her roommates arrived. This place was too empty, just like the large bed,
filled with only herself.

 

 

 

Angelica Dawson, bestselling Naughty Nights Press author, has been writing for several years and having sex a lot longer than that. Angelica is a wife, mother and environmental consultant. Her love of plants and the outdoors is not diminished by the bloodsucking hoards — mosquitoes and black flies, not vampires.

 
 
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A Wicked Halloween Blog Tour and Giveaway: Elizabeth A. Reeves with Midnight at the Salem Cafe

 

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Five favorites:
 
Favorite Magical Creature/being: Dragons. It’s always going to be dragons.
Favorite Book: Passage by Connie Willis (this changes almost daily).
Favorite Holiday: Thanksgiving. It’s all about family and food for me, what could be better?
Favorite Sport: Pretty much anything Equestrian. For watching, nothing can be quite as exciting as Eventing. As far as participating… I’m not quite that brave. I do enjoy riding, though.
Favorite Fairy Tale: Beauty and the Beast. I love that it has historical origins in truth. And it’s just a lovely idea, all around.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Witness to her own mother’s murder, Lena Scott long ago gave up any hope that she would be able to lead a normal, healthy life. She also thought that she’d left Salem, and that night, behind. She was never going to look back. But, looking back may be the key to more than just that mysterious Halloween night. And her home, her life, and even her work at the Salem Cafe are more intertwined than she ever imagined.
 
And the past is full of more secrets than Lena could ever have imagined. Everything she believed about herself, everything she knew about herself… all of that comes into question on yet another dark, Salem Halloween night.
 
 

As often happened, when the world felt a little festive, Lena felt more alone than usual. She was an outsider to the laughter and teasing that marked off the hours among the rest of the staff. Oh, she smiled, and she even spoke a few times, but it was always with a sense that she didn’t belong.
She never had quite fit.
Her required break was punctuated by a mug of the best hot chocolate in the world—the menu even said so—and a thin slice of apple pie.
It was a risky move. Apple pie always made her think about Gran. Lena closed her eyes against the warmth of cinnamon, cooled by the gentle kiss of vanilla from the ice cream Luisa made in the big machine in the back. There was nothing fancy about it—no frills at all.
But it was perfect.
Lena put her fork down after one bite. A second one, she thought, could never be as good as that first taste.
It was starting to get late. Fewer customers came through the door, despite the well-lit sign saying that they’d be open all night for Halloween.
“It’s starting to really come down out there,” a man told her, as she handed him and his wife their menus.
“Oh,” she said, surprised. “I didn’t even realize that it was snowing.”
“If it was raining, I’d say it was raining cats and dogs,” the woman said with a laugh. “I don’t know what you say for that kind of snow.”
“Falling like goose down,” Lena heard her own voice say. The words startled her. She couldn’t remember having heard them before, and yet, she had a feeling that they were just right.
“Charming,” the woman said, widening her eyes. “What a lovely image.”
Obviously the woman had never met geese, Lena thought wryly. In her limited experience, they were rarely lovely.
She did take the time, though, to stand at the door and watch the snow fall. It really was coming down, in great, fluffy flakes.
Lena laughed softly. It really did look like feathers falling out of the sky.
“Look at that,” Martin said, turned in his seat to watch the snow come down. “That’s a real treat for Halloween—or is Old Mother Nature playing some tricks on us all?” He laughed. “Weather like this always gets the ghosts thumping around, doesn’t it, Luisa?” He turned his head towards where she stood, silent for once.
“You hush,” she said.
“Don’t pretend that you’ve never seen him,” Martin teased. “You and I both know that you did. You can’t deny it.”
“Saw who?” Lena asked, despite the frisson of goosebumps crawling spider-like up her back.
Martin blinked at her in surprise. “I keep forgetting that you didn’t grow up around these parts.”
“Stuff and nonsense,” Luisa huffed. “Lena doesn’t want to listen to your ghost stories.”
“We do.” The woman and her husband looked to Martin with eager expression. “It’s the perfect weather for a ghost story. Is it a local ghost?”
“He lives about half a block down, that way,” Martin waved his hand absently. “But, you can see him walking down the street, sometimes at night. Especially when it has been snowing. You know he’s a ghost because he’s dressed in stockings and breeches—and a three-cornered hat—you know, the kind men wore in the early eighteenth century.”
“So, a ghost unrelated to the witch trials?” The woman sounded almost disappointed.
Martin laughed. “Everything around here ends up pointing to the witch trials, one way or another. Some people say that this man had an ancestor that had been cursed by one of the witches. Others say that he was descended from a witch. One this is very sure, though—he was terribly unlucky in love.”
The woman made a sighing sound. Lena made a face to herself. She’d never understood what was romantic about tragedy. Despite herself, she wanted to listen to this story. Ignoring, of course, the fact that Martin had waved his hand in the direction of her own, historical monument of a house.
“This used to be the outskirts of town,” Martin said, warming to his story. His face was lit up with excitement that, for once, he had an audience that wanted to hear what he had to say. “Our ghost was a prosperous man in these parts, and known to be a quiet gentleman. He kept to himself, so of course there were gossips who said that he was surly and thought too well of himself. That he was too proud to marry a local girl.”
How could Martin possibly know such a thing? Lena wondered, but she gave in to the magic of the story-telling.
“The stories agree that he was a handsome man. You thought he was handsome, when you saw him, didn’t you, Luisa?”
The chef made a huffing sound, but made no move to go back to the kitchen.
“So, he was handsome and wealthy, and could have married any girl in these parts just for the asking, but he never seemed interested in any of them. Not until a girl showed up at his door, shivering with the cold on a night just like this.” Martin knew he had his listeners hooked now. He spoke softly, forcing them to lean closer and hold their breaths to be able to hear. “No one knew anything about her. Not who her people were, not where she had come from. It was love at first sight, they say. He built up his house as a kind of shrine to her, and to their love. They married and gossip said that they were expecting their first child. But, it wasn’t to last.”
Lena heard the woman at the table sigh again, this time regretfully. “What happened?”
“The girl disappeared,” Martin said. “The records don’t say how or why—they didn’t in those days, you know. But, the legend that my grandfather learned from his grandfather, and passed down to me, was that she ran away from him. No one ever saw her again.”
Gasps of sympathetic horror filled the room.
“He didn’t live long after she vanished,” Martin continued, ignoring the shocked faces surrounding his casual mention of murder. “It might have been an accident, but again it might have not. He was killed in a fall off of that big, proud stallion of his, while he was out searching for his lost love. That’s why he still walks to this day. They say that he’s looking for her still… unable to rest until he finds her again.”
Lena rubbed her icy fingers together. The chill had nothing to do with the snow outside and everything to do with the ghost story Martin was reciting.
“What was her name?” The woman asked, her hands clasped together. “What was his name?”
“His name was Edward Pryce,” Martin said. “As for the girl… the only name we have for her is ‘Mellie’.”

 

 

Elizabeth A Reeves is a socially-phobic introvert with a rich fantasy life. While physically she may be a mother to five boys (and a wife to one more), mentally she is roaming universes and planes of existence known only to her.


She tries to capture some of these for other book-lovers like her to enjoy.

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Knockout!

by Emma Calin

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NOTE:  THIS BOOK IS FREE ON AMAZON DURING THE DATES OF THIS TOUR.

 

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KNOCKOUT!

 

A Mafia conspiracy. A female undercover cop. Her target: international sportsman and playboy Freddie La Salle.

 

Can she fake it? Can she nail the gangsters before her cover is blown? What happens when his charm kicks in, passion takes control and she falls for this charismatic suspect?

 

KNOCKOUT! The No 1 Kindle Bestseller from Emma Calin

 

Interpol cop, Anna Leyton, spirals down into a hopeless vortex of sexual and emotional turmoil as she fights to keep her professional cool. But who is deceiving who in this fast moving ride across continents? What motivates the art loving prize-bull of a lover Freddie La Salle?

 

An action-filled pulse-pounding adventure novel. A tense and erotic romantic affair. Can a relationship survive when it is founded on deceit? Can she prove her man is innocent? Can she escape with her life and her love?

 

The power of love and trust stands against greed and crime as conflicting forces grapple for that KNOCKOUT punch.

 

Authors note: This book is quite ‘strongly flavoured’ and features uninhibited, but straightforward steamy sexual scenes between consenting adults and true-to-life street language that would occur in high-stress situations.

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Excerpt Eight:

 

from chapter 1 – The end of Anna’s first encounter with Freddie.

 

She felt the sheer size and strength of him. Her composure wobbled on a knife-edge. However she dressed it up, she wanted him, not that he was gonna get that information. He had made no hard play for her. The most dangerous thing in a crook is patience – she knew that. It was screaming at her.

 

The doorman stepped out to hail a cab. Anna looked up and allowed herself to hold his eyes for a little longer than was quite polite and edged towards brazen, She felt a sweet tickle of excitement. A taxi pulled in.

 

“Well – thanks for the drink – and the entertainment.”

 

Without speaking he moved to face her and then lowered his chin to kiss one cheek and then the other. The brush of his lips jolted her, sending a current sparking and screaming down through her body, lighting up everything it touched.

 

“Forgive me…” he began, obviously aware of her response, “these things are normal in France.”

 

Bloody hell – did he think she didn’t know that? She watched his lips as he spoke, longing that he would bring them back to her cheeks, to her lips, to anywhere! God it had been so long…

 

“I’ll call tomorrow – it has been lovely to meet you Anna.”

 

“I’ll look forward to it Freddie,” she replied, hearing her own voice as if it belonged to someone else.

 

He turned back into the hotel and was gone. She leaned back in the taxi and let out a deep lungful of air. Dear Lord – had she gone nuts? How it had felt though – to be aware of a forgotten joy inside her.

 

 

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 MEDIA KIT Emma Calin

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Novelist, philosopher, blogger, poet, would be master chef. A woman pedaling between Peckham & Pigalle, in search of passion & enduring romance.

 

Emma Calin writes romance novels and gritty short stories about love and survival in the 21st century. She has published a number digital and paperback books which are available from Amazon worldwide.

 

She blogs about her dual life in St-Savinien sur Charente in South West France and Romsey, a market town in England. She feels extremely lucky to be able to experience the world and life through these two, very different, lenses. She spends any time she can, when not writng, on her tandem exploring the countryside.

 

Emma also records and produces audio books and plays the trombone (although not at the same time).

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Novels, Short Stories and Novelettes by Emma Calin

 

Shannon’s Law ((Passion Patrol Series – hot cops, hot crime, hot romance)

 

Steamy police action romance- another in the Passion Patrol Series – available 28th February 2014

 

Knockout! (Passion Patrol Series)

 

A Mafia conspiracy. A female undercover cop. Her target: international sportsman and playboy Freddie La Salle. Can she fake it? Can she nail the gangsters before her cover is blown? What happens when his charm kicks in, passion takes control and she falls for this charismatic suspect?An action-filled pulse-pounding adventure novel. A tense and erotic romantic affair. Can a relationship survive when it is founded on deceit? Can she prove her man is innocent? Can she escape with her life and her love? Available in print and e-book formats.

 

The Love in a Hopeless Place Collection

 

An anthology of stories from the engine room of the human condition. Five stand-alone titles published over the last two years, from No. 1 bestselling short story writer, Emma Calin, combined in this great value ‘boxed-set’. Available in print and e-book formats.

 

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Two powerless beings are swept together in a transient struggle for survival. Could the human spirit transcend the brutality and indifference of their brief experience before they are once again swept helplessly apart? E-book only.

 

Escape to Love

 

A woman on the run from domestic violence with no one but her vulnerable autistic teenage child as a companion, lives in isolation and fear. While her hand to mouth scenarios are played out in the shadow of a threatening suspense, a story of crime and love unfolds around her. E-book only.

 

The Chosen

 

A woman, a man, a van and a plan. What do painting and decorating, Thai brides, self-help manuals and pay-day loans have in common? J.A. knows the answer. Follow his his quest for love and happiness in The Chosen. E-book only.

 

Angela

 

A mystery tale of a late night taxi ride where the final passenger may not be all that she seems. E-book only.

 

Love in a Hopeless Place

 

A mature woman stumbles into a discovery of herself that she had never suspected. E-book only.

 

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/EmmaCalin

 

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About.me: http://about.me/emmacalin

 
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Silk Words Press Release

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SilkWords, LLC

Bellevue, WA

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Keri Multerer, Founder                Boyd Multerer, Founder

keri@silkwords.com                      boyd@silkwords.com

425-445-3223                                 425-283-8956

 

 

SilkWords offers a unique, interactive, “choose your own” experience for romance readers

 

Bellevue WA, February 14, 2014 — SilkWords LLC today celebrates the launch of a web site that offers a first-of-its-kind reading experience for women’s fiction (www.silkwords.com).

The site blurs the line between fiction and casual gaming by offering high quality, interactive romance that allows individual readers to choose how the story proceeds. Readers can also experience the story in different ways by returning to choice points and following different paths.

SilkWords was founded by wife-and-husband team Keri and Boyd Multerer. Boyd, who works as development director for Microsoft Xbox, is no stranger to the gaming industry.

“As a working mom of three young children,” Keri said, “I believe there’s a potentially huge market for a site that offers high quality women’s fiction that can be consumed quickly. And the marriage of two very popular forms of entertainment—romance and gaming—was a no-brainer for us.”

The site offers an upscale experience—original artwork, plus paid subscriptions instead of advertisements—and a continually expanding collection of multichoice stories varying in length, romance subgenre, heat level, and sexual orientation of protagonist.

Featured at launch are new stories from award-winning indie romance author Lisa Scott (also with HarperCollins and Bell Bridge Books), paranormal and fantasy author Skyler White (Berkley, Tor/Macmillan), award-winning historical author Kim Taylor Blakemore (Penguin, HarperCollins), and sex-journalist-turned-erotica author Leigh Cowart.

SilkWords’ acquiring editor is science fiction romance author Sharon Lynn Fisher (Tor/Macmillan), a Romance Writers of America (RWA) 2013 RITA finalist and three-time RWA Golden Heart finalist.

“Our goal is to offer something for everyone, from erotic to sweet, historical to sci-fi,” Fisher said. “It’s such a fun format for authors to play around with. Have you ever read a romance and wondered what would happen if the heroine made a different choice? Picked a different guy? Waited longer to kiss him? Our readers get to find out.”

Today’s launch is phase 1 of a larger SilkWords vision.

“The beautiful thing about SilkWords is there’s a ton of room for experimentation,” Boyd said. “Different forms of storytelling, interaction with the authors, and moving the medium forward. It’s stories first, gaming second, with a lot the two sides can learn from each other.”

Romance Industry

According to a study commissioned by Romance Writers of America, the nonprofit trade association for the romance industry, romance novels generate $1.4 billion every year, with 44 percent of sales in e-book format and the majority of buyers falling between the ages of 30 and 54 (http://www.rwa.org/p/cm/ld/fid=582). The digital book market has made romance even more popular by offering an anonymous experience (Good E-Reader, http://goodereader.com/blog/e-book-news/e-readers-stimulating-the-sales-of-erotica-ebooks).

Video Game Industry

It is estimated that 183 million people in the United States play video games (TED, http://www.ted.com/conversations/44/we_spend_3_billion_hours_a_wee.html), and 31 percent of those are women over the age of 18 (Entertainment Software Association, http://www.theesa.com/facts/pdfs/ESA_EF_2013.pdf). A recent CNN article cites an increase in female protagonists as well as “complex themes and more scenarios that call for decision-making, not brute force” as possible reasons for the increase in the popularity of gaming with women and girls (http://www.cnn.com/2013/08/08/tech/gaming-gadgets/female-gamers/).

 

About SilkWords

SilkWords LLC offers interactive women’s fiction to readers worldwide through our web site www.silkwords.com. Blurring the line between fiction and gaming, SilkWords offers high quality romance that allows individual readers to choose how stories proceed—all for the price of a latte, and from the comfort of their own living rooms.

Learn More

Visit us at www.silkwords.com. To read two full stories, use access keys http://bit.ly/MwAoIj and http://bit.ly/1nf6aVE. We provide unlimited access to journalists who would like to learn more. Please contact keri@silkwords.com or boyd@silkwords.com for more information.

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This is an exciting day! My own story, Fetish Fair will be released in April. Cover art is in the works and I am happily writing away on new choose your own adventures in all genres.

I hope you will join me in checking out the site and the great interactive stories. You choose your romantic adventure-what more can any woman want on Valentine’s Day-or beyond?

Erzabet Bishop

Voodoo on Bayou LaFonte Virtual Tour

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Voodoo on Bayou Lafonte

Occult Series

Book 3

Susan C. Muller

 

Genre: Paranormal romantic suspense

Publisher:  Soul Mate Publishing

Date of Publication: Jan 2, 2014

Word Count: 80,000

Cover Artist: Rae Monet

Book Description:

A frantic phone call leads Detective Remy Steinberg racing through the night toward the one place he vowed never to return. With the life of his kidnapped daughter at stake, he willingly faces shotgun-wielding drug dealers, corrupt law-enforcement officials, and a raging hurricane.

 

Scouring the seedy back alleys of New Orleans for information, he goes undercover at a sinister voodoo ceremony, and struggles to understand the forces of black magic that hold his daughter hostage.

 

With time ticking down, he battles for his life against a high voodoo priest, but can he face the two things he fears most: the swamp that terrorized his childhood, and the ex-wife he’s never stopped loving?

 

Detective Remy Steinberg must return to Louisiana in search of his kidnapped daughter. Can he save her before the swamp swallows her up and he loses any chance at happiness?

 

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Guest post:

 

Thanks for inviting me on your blog today. I wanted to talk about the power of persistence.

 I recently visited the top of Corcovado Mountain, raising 2,300 feet s above Rio de Janeiro. The view of the city is amazing, but even more impressive is the 100 foot statue of Cristo Redentor  (Christ  the Redeemer.)

I’ll never forget the beauty of the statue, the quality of the workmanship, and the breathtaking scenery. But it was something else that made a lasting impression on me.

Someone thought of this piece of art. That person had a small seed of an idea.  That seed was nourished, expanded on, studied, and fought for.  I’m sure things didn’t always go smoothly.  Budget concerns, logistics, naysayers, all must have stood in the way.

Yet today, this iconic statue stands as testament to the power of persistence.

Writing a novel might not seem as impressive an undertaking as sculpting a 100 foot statue, but it can sure feel like it. And that’s just the beginning. Editing, publishing, and promoting are every bit as important. Even luck plays a part. But then luck seems to happen more often to those who are prepared and persistent.

A novel is written one word at a time. Each word builds on the next until a story is told. With perseverance, persistence, and a small helping of luck, anything is possible.

What have you achieved that you once thought impossible?  What are you the most proud of?


Review:


This book hooked me from the get go. The creepy supernatural specter of voodoo was an awesome beginning and element in the story. Remy and Gabby stole my heart in their search for their daughter. All the old feelings came bubbling up to the surface, despite all the really good reasons for things not to work. The characters came off the page, their emotions coming across flawlessly. This is an author I am going to watch and I am going to go back and read the rest of the series! Great sexual tension and a page turner! Hawt!!


5/5

 susanmiller

 

About the Author:

 

For those of you who don’t know me, I’m a fourth generation Texan and I attended Stephen F. Austin State University where I majored in Business Administration, but took creative writing classes on the side because that’s where my heart was.

I have always loved reading and if it’s true that God doesn’t subtract the hours you spend reading from your life span, then I should pass the century mark with flying colors. I first tried my hand at writing when I was eleven, but the sun was shining and I had a new bike so that effort was doomed to failure.

 

I didn’t try writing again until I was well into my sixties. People ask me why I took it up then and my answer is simple, because my husband retired. If you don’t understand, just wait, you will.

 

My first novel, The Secrets on Forest Bend, won several awards. After that, I was hooked.

 

I’ve been blessed with two great kids and four grandkids. My late husband and I loved to travel and we saw much of the world. Kenya, New Zealand, and the Galapagos Islands are a few of my favorite places. After he passed, I thought my traveling days were over, yet I’ve since been to Argentina, Brazil, and Venezuela.

 

I live in Spring, Texas where I currently serve as president of the Northwest Houston chapter of RWA and volunteer at a local hospital. I also enjoy speaking to book clubs and writers groups.

 
 
 

Twitter: @susancmuller