Spotlight on #PolyRomance: @Brantwijn Serrah’s Chasing Ghosts in the Night

Hello Dear Readers! Brantwijn Serrah is back with the second book in her new reverse harem romance series, Shifter’s Dawn. Info on the first book is here. For maximum enjoyment, read them in order. Enjoy!

Chasing Ghosts in the Night book cover by Brantwijn Serrah

 
Title: Chasing Ghosts in the Night
Series & #: Shifter’s Dawn, #2
Author: Brantwijn Serrah
Genre: Reverse Harem romance, Poly romance

She has twenty-one days. All she has to do… is the impossible.

Elaina Jacob traveled to Siberia to escape a life of suffocation and toxic relationships back home. She never imagined her escape attempt would lead her into deep into the Stolby wilderness, and the tribe of ancient shapeshifters living within its sacred woods.

Finding herself falling for a trio of otherworldly outcasts, Elaina dares to believe in love—and herself—again. But in order to remain with her new mates, she must become like them: a shapeshifter, blessed by their goddess… something no human has managed in thousands of years.

With a zealous alpha watching her every move, and the tribe’s mortal enemies lurking in every shadow, Elaina only has until the summer solstice to prove, to herself and all the tribe, that she belongs with them.

Fans of The Southern Vampire Mysteries, the Anita Blake series, and Immortals After Dark will love this new paranormal romance and reverse harem series, Shifter’s Dawn.

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Chasing Ghosts in the Night Excerpt

 

“Nikita!”


Elaina Jacob pounded a fist on the door of the neat wooden dacha house. “We’ve got business, Nikita!”

The house stood alone, just on the edge of a field in the Stolby woods. The land was restricted, far out in the quietest reaches of the nature preserve, where park visitors were not typically allowed. From the road—really no more than a rough dirt path—Elaina’s mate Grisha sat astride his motorcycle, watching her with his customary cool, inscrutable gaze. He’d brought her to the home of the oboroten leader over the protests of her other mates Gavri and Kolya, but he had no intention of confronting the alpha wolf alongside her. Grisha understood Elaina had to handle this herself.

Only a few days ago, she’d met with Nikita in public, before all the wolves of the Stolby pack. She’d only meant to plead with him for a pardon of Gavri and Kolya, whom he’d exiled from the pack and from their lands. Instead, she’d lost her temper, and wound up challenging Nikita for the mantle of alpha wolf.

Now she had until the summer solstice—just a little over three weeks—to learn the ways of the oboroten, claim the power to change her shape, and fight Nikita for his title.

Not exactly the best way to make friends, Elaina.

She delivered another series of furious knocks to Nikita’s door. “Come on, you know why I’m here!”

The door opened abruptly, and her next blow fell not on handsome teak but on the tall, striking man who filled the doorway. Her hand hit his chest with a dull smack and, startled, Elaina snatched it back.

“Oh!” She brought her fingers to lips in surprise. “Sorry, I didn’t mean—”

Nikita cocked an eyebrow at her. He stood more than a foot taller than she, and regarded her with a lazy, disinterested expression. He hardly seemed to have noticed she’d hit him at all. Crossing arms over his chest, he leaned against the doorjamb, and his fair blonde hair fell carelessly in his eyes. His impeccable white polo shirt bore a small logo on the left side, and for a moment she thought it was the tiny, familiar Lacoste alligator. As she looked closer, though, she discovered it to be—what else?—a small wolf in silver thread, embroidered in mid-run. The logo, she imagined, of the Stolby tribe’s trade enterprise.

“Did you need something?” Nikita asked.

“I want to know who attacked Kolya,” she demanded. “Three mysterious assailants, Nikita. Day before yesterday. Ring a bell?”

He shrugged. “I know nothing about it.”

“I think you do.” She squared off with him. “They put him in the hospital. You gave me your word you’d call off the blood hunt until our duel. He’s one of your pack, Nikita!”

The alpha wolf tilted his head to the side, frowning. “Human,” he said, with a hint of growl in his voice. “I keep my word. I didn’t send anyone to hurt your dog.”

Don’t call him a dog,” she hissed.

Nikita straightened. Looking past her, he spied Grisha by the road. He tipped a wave at the other man, and asked her, “Is he your chaperone? Did you bring him along to protect you from the big, bad wolf? Or can I invite you in to discuss this like two normal, rational adults?”

Elaina glanced over her shoulder at her mate. Grisha looked aloof as ever, but his bright green eyes were locked on her. He was more focused on their exchange than he appeared.

“I’m not afraid to come in,” she told Nikita. She gave a nod to Grisha, and he returned it without getting off the bike. He’d wait.

Nikita stepped aside and gestured for her to enter.

Inside, the dacha was bright and tidy, surprising her. She didn’t know what she expected from Nikita—maybe an overtly masculine den full of mounted animal heads, antlers and bearskin rugs and pewter beer steins on a rough wooden table. To the contrary, the house looked modest. Downright warm. The living room opened up on her left, lowered a step, filled with soft, mid-morning light from a wide bay window. A small fire burned in the hearth before an arrangement of a loveseat and two easy chairs. Stretched out on the loveseat, nose in a book, sat Nikita’s sister, Sofie. She paused in her reading, marking her place with her finger, and peered up at Elaina with distrustful eyes.

That’s right. I forgot he had a sister. Does she live here with him?

Nikita said something to Sofie in Russian, and the girl nodded, rolling up from her spot on the couch and slinking off down the hall. Gavri had told Elaina Sofie was a wildcat shifter, unlike rest of her family, who were all wolves and part of the Stolby pack.

Oboroten—a tribe of shapeshifters following the ways of Diezana, spirit mother of these lands—didn’t choose the bestial forms they took when they shifted. The wolves of the Stolby tribe, like Nikita, Gavri, and Kolya, formed a pack, and the pack doubled as the tribal leadership. But not all the oboroten became wolves. Some, like Grisha and Sofie, became large hunting cats. Rini, the sweet and smiling housekeeper employed by Gavri’s family, turned into a snowshoe hare.

How involved are they in making decisions? Elaina wondered as Sofie disappeared. Does she resent not being a part of the pack, like the rest of her family?

Hard to tell. Sofie wasn’t just a cat; she was a teenager. Sulk factor doubled.

Elaina switched her attention back to Nikita and gave a start when she found him closer than she’d expected. Nikita leaned toward her and his nostrils flared, pupils dilating. She stepped back, refusing to cringe, but she recognized the expression on his face. She didn’t like it on him. Not Nikita.

“The outsider too, hm?” His lips curled into a hint of sardonic grin. “You’re collecting boy toys just like keychains and tourist tchotchkes, aren’t you?”

Heat flashed at the back of her neck. “Excuse me?”

He strode past her, into the airy, open kitchen. “You have Grisha’s smell on you. Him, Gavri, and Kolya. You’re a salacious woman, aren’t you?”

“I thought your tribe acknowledged such arrangements. A marriage of many hearts, didn’t you call it?”

“We do. Among alphas. You’re not one of us nor are you a leader, so in your case, it’s just kinky.”

 

Tracks in the Snow book cover by Brantwijn Serrah

About Brantwijn Serrah

Brantwijn writes paranormal and supernatural fiction, both romantic/erotic and non-erotic. Her influences include authors such as Stephen King, JK Rowling, Jennifer Roberson, Jim Butcher, Kresley Cole and Charlaine Harris. Almost everything she writes also takes a strong influence from music, particularly Florence +The Machine, Lady Gaga, Sarah Brightman and Nightwish. She’s a fur-mommy to four cat children and one dog too smart for his own good, and is happily married to a wonderfully supportive husband.

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Spotlight on Reverse Harem: Leaving Tracks In The Snow by @Brantwijn Serrah

Hi Everyone! The fabulous Brantwijn Serrah is here today with her new poly romance series, Shifter’s Dawn. Info on the first book is below. Next week, I’ll spotlight the second book. It’s recommended you read them in order. Enjoy!

Leaving Tracks in the Snow book cover by Brantwijn Serrah

 
Title: Leaving Tracks in the Snow
Series & #: Shifter’s Dawn, #1
Author: Brantwijn Serrah
Genre: Reverse Harem romance, Poly romance

Can she save her fated mates from exile?

Running wild in the Siberian wilderness, an ancient tribe of shapechangers guards against incursion by their corrupted cousins: the twisted and malevolent skinwalkers.

Elaina discovers a new world of myth and magic when two beautiful shifters save her from freezing in the Siberian snow. But in a time of fear and danger, her heroes face banishment from their own kind. In order to save them, Elaina must become the first human in thousands of years to learn their ancient magic.

Fans of The Southern Vampire Mysteries, the Anita Blake series, and Immortals After Dark will love this new paranormal romance and reverse harem series, Shifter’s Dawn.

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Leaving Tracks in the Snow Excerpt

 

Elaina set down the coffee mug and picked up one of the photos. This one showed only Gavri’s mother, sitting cross-legged in a field of yellow grass and tiny lavender flowers. She held in her hands the same strange canvas object currently hanging on the wall right behind Elaina.

“This is not the bedroom I had in mind for you, krasavitsa.”

She jumped, dropping the picture and grabbing uselessly for it as it clattered to the floor. Relief washed over her when it didn’t break, no doubt saved by the cloud-soft carpet. Before she could pick it back up, though, a figure swept in past her and snatched it, returning it to its place.

Elaina spun to find Gavri only inches away, arms crossed over his chest, expression grim. She backed against the dresser before she could think better of it, and he moved with her, leaning in, putting one hand on the wood to either side of her, pinning her there.

“Something in here catch your fancy?” The low growl in his tone brought up the hairs on the back of her neck. His eyes had changed again to full, flooded black, like shining ink, cold with anger.

“I’m sorry, Gavri,” she said, her flimsy excuses flying away like frightened birds. “I—I shouldn’t have been in here.” Why did she suddenly think of Dominic and his heartless proclamation? It’s just not working. You’re a burden, Elaina.

She’d crossed a line. What if she’d now upset Gavri too much? Would he throw her back out into the snow, too much trouble to bother with?

Her apology didn’t appear to move him. He cocked his head to the side and looked as though he would say something else, when he paused. He sniffed once, then closed his eyes to lean closer and draw in a deep breath.

Her scent. Just like the night before, he was taking in her scent, and evidently enjoying it. Elaina opened her mouth to explain her behavior—maybe if he was soothed somehow by the bath oils or the fresh, damp aroma of shampoo, he’d be more forgiving—but all at once whatever had hit him knocked her for a loop, too. She groaned as the smell of his skin reached her, the sharp but not unpleasant aroma of hard-earned sweat and earth, sun and pine.

Gavri closed the distance between their bodies, pressing her against the dresser and lowering his mouth to her throat. His kisses sparked an instant thrill in her, a shudder of sweetness tingling through her skin. An adamant hardness pressed against her thigh and she had only enough time to realize he’d gone from very angry to seriously aroused in about forty-five seconds, when he spun her away from the dresser and flung her to the bed.

She did not object.

Gavri lunged over her, grasping at the belt on her robe, and she marveled at his heavenly, delectable scent. “What is this?” she asked as he fell upon her in the sheets, kissing and nuzzling. “What… what is it making us… so insane?”

He only growled in answer, and straightened just long enough to work at his belt. A girlish giggle doused the sudden heat, though: Elaina and Gavri both snapped to attention and looked toward the sound.

Rini stood in the doorway, smothering a laugh with her hand. Her cheeks pinkened with a delicate blush, but no hint of shyness or scandal as she gazed at their half-naked forms.

“Oh!” Elaina snatched at the sheets to cover herself. Rini waved a hand dismissively.

“I guess I would be all coiled up and hungry for some exercise, too.” She shook her head. “But you’ll both have to hold off a bit. Dinner’s ready.”

Without waiting for an answer, she disappeared into the hall. Elaina stared at Gavri. Gavri stared back at her. Spell seemingly broken, he slipped away from her to rearrange himself.

“What was that?” Elaina sat up and fixed her robe. Gavri didn’t respond. When she looked up, he’d turned his attention back to the pictures she’d been examining. His frown returned as he adjusted a couple she’d examined.

“Gavri?”

He said nothing as he extended a hand and helped her up from the bed.

“It’s rude to snoop through people’s things,” he growled. “I could give you a pass, Elaina, considering the ordeal you’ve been through. But I really, really don’t appreciate people invading my space.”

Elaina refused his hand, coming to her feet and squaring off with him.

“You’re right, Gavri. I shouldn’t have come in here and I have no excuse. I’m sorry for that. But you need to tell me the truth! I’m not going to just go away and forget what you and Kolya did for me. Or what I saw.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and pinned him with a firm gaze. “Tell me about the wolves.”

 

Tracks in the Snow book cover by Brantwijn Serrah

About Brantwijn Serrah

Brantwijn writes paranormal and supernatural fiction, both romantic/erotic and non-erotic. Her influences include authors such as Stephen King, JK Rowling, Jennifer Roberson, Jim Butcher, Kresley Cole and Charlaine Harris. Almost everything she writes also takes a strong influence from music, particularly Florence +The Machine, Lady Gaga, Sarah Brightman and Nightwish. She’s a fur-mommy to four cat children and one dog too smart for his own good, and is happily married to a wonderfully supportive husband.

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Cover Reveal: Tranquilli Bloodline Series by @CeliaBreslin

Hello Dear Readers!

It has been waaaaay too long since my last post. I hope all is well in your worlds. As for me, I have some spiffy new covers from graphic designer Melody A. Pond for my Tranquilli Bloodine vampire series, yay! You, my faithful readers, along with the Decadent Divas blog visitors (where I post on the 30th of every month), are the first to see them. I love them so much, and I hope you do, too!

xo, Celia…

Haven by Celia Breslin new book cover

Destiny by Celia Breslin new book cover

Origins by Celia Breslin new book cover

 

Coming Soon

That’s all for now, my lovelies. I’ll be back on the blog soon with info on my upcoming ORIGINS book tour and some fun Facebook parties (with prezzies!), too. xoxo

 

Spotlight on #HistoricalFiction: Stanley and Hazel by @AuthorJSchaffer

Hi Everyone! Hope you had a sweet Valentine’s Day. Shifting gears from romance to historical fiction today, with a look at “Stanley and Hazel” by Jo Schaffer. Be sure to enter J. S.’s tour giveaway for a chance at a gift card. Read on for book and giveaway details. Enjoy! xo, Celia…

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Stanley and Hazel by Jo Schaffer book cover 
Title: Stanley and Hazel
Author: Jo Schaffer
Genre: Historical Fiction
Publisher: Month9Books
Date of Publication: May 15, 2018
ISBN: 978-1946700650
ASIN: B07982QYX4
Pages: 280
Cover Artist: AM Design Studios

A great depression grips the city of St. Louis in 1934. Stanley, an orphaned newsy, lives in a poor part of town hit especially hard by the economic downturn. One night, Stanley runs into Hazel, a restless debutante-in-waiting who has begun to question her posh lifestyle in the midst of the suffering she sees. She’s out and about without an escort and against her father’s wishes.

When they discover the body of a girl with her head bashed in by a baseball bat, the very different and separate realities of the two teens inform their decision. Together they will figure out what happened to her and bring those responsible to justice.

But getting involved with each other and digging into the secrets behind this murder earns them some powerful enemies, including a secret group seeking to rid society of all they deem “undesirable.” They’ve put into motion “The Winnowing,” a plan seeking to take over the city and enforce their will.

As Stanley and Hazel’s forbidden feelings for one another grow, their investigation turns deadly. Now, it is up to Stanley and his gang of street kids to stop Hazel from becoming the next victim.

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Stanley and Hazel Excerpt

 

Hazel stumbled down the grassy hill of the moonlit park. Stanley glanced at her from several steps ahead. “You with me, Bananas?”

“Yeah.” She swallowed back the urge to be sick. Hazel’s legs moved her forward but nothing seemed real. She was in Forest Park at night with a newsie boy she’d just met and Sandy’s runaway sister was back there, slumped against the statue of St. Louis with her head cracked open.

She couldn’t make her brain take it all in. Evelyn’s face—caved in on one side, her mouth slack, teeth showing like gravestones covered in blood. Gripped with panic, Hazel quickened her step to catch up with Stanley—her only guide in this darkness. He was a part of it. This was his world, not hers.

 

Jo Schaffer photoAbout Jo Schaffer

Jo Schaffer was born and raised in the California Bay Area in a huge, creative family. She is a YA novelist, speaker and a Taekwondo black belt. She’s a founding member of the nonprofit organization that created Teen Author Boot Camp, one of the nation’s biggest conferences for teens where bestselling authors present writing workshops to nearly a thousand attendees. Jo loves being involved in anything that promotes literacy and family. She is passionate about community, travel, books, music, healthy eating, classic films and martial arts. But her favorite thing is being mom to three strapping sons and a neurotic cat named Hero. They live together in the beautiful mountains of Utah.

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Spotlight on High Heat #Romance: The Mediator by Candace Laville @LavilleAuthor

Hello, Dear Readers and Happy Valentine’s Day! I’m super psyched to share a new erotic romance series with you, The CUPID Dating Agency. It’s a multi-author, shared-world series populated with demons, angels, humans, and of course, cupids. Each story is a unique, standalone read. I’ve been invited to write stories for the series — hurray! — and will give you all a look at what I’m whipping up later this year. First up in the series for February we have Candace Laville’s high heat menage, “The Mediator”. Enjoy! xo, Celia…

The Mediator book cover, by Candace Laville, The CUPID Dating Agency series

 
Title: The Mediator
Author: Candace Laville
Series: The CUPID Dating Agency
Series #: First book in series (standalone read)
Genre: Adult, erotic romance (HEA, ménage, threesome)
Publisher: Smart Heart Publishing
Date of Publication: February 5, 2019
ISBN: 978-1-911573-13-5
ASIN: B07L4XRBC1
Page/Word Count: 86 pages / ~25,000 words
Cover Artist: Pam Palmer

General elements: angels, demons, Valentine’s Day, humor, very explicit sex scenes, strong language; heat level 5, reading time ~2.5 hours

That Kerry’s birthday falls on the most romantic day of the year sucks. That she’s set up on a date with both an angel and a demon sucks worse. But she’s about to discover that being trapped between good and evil makes for one hell of a good time.

Mike and Cal, angel and demon, are reluctant business partners. To help them get along, Cupid sends a mediator called Kerry, but rather than working on a truce, the guys are soon locked in a different battle, this time over Kerry’s smoking curves.

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The Mediator Excerpt

(First Meet, Cal’s POV…)

“My dear Miss Dalton.” The cupid pressed a button at the side on his chair. A motor whirred as his seat rose up. “The terms and conditions set out that the appointment is to last twenty-four hours.”

“That’s crazy.” She ripped the card out of his hands and held it in front of her. “Twenty-four hours? What kind of date lasts twenty-four hours?”

Any date with me, baby.

“This one will.” The cupid didn’t relax his tone.

She slumped her shoulders. “Fine. Do you have a photo database of losers, or do I pick a name from a hat?”

He aimed his hand at Mike and me.

We practically shot up in unison.

“Oh.” Her gaze, from light-blue eyes, drifted from me to the angel. “Sorry about the loser comment.”

I smirked. “No problem.”

Angel sissy to my left mumbled something incomprehensible. Yeah, dude had no idea how to handle a woman like that.

She leaned toward the cupid and cupped her mouth. “Which one?”

The cupid beamed. “Both.”

Kerry coughed into her fist, eyes wide. “Ha. You nearly had me. Seriously. Which… Which one?”

“Both. This is not a date, though, you understand. The cupids’ responsibilities go far beyond merely pairing up couples. I’m pleased to tell you that we have determined that you are a rare mediator, the perfect match for these two gentlemen.”

She faced us, her hands gripping the edge of the desk to her left and right. Her clothes looked like she’d got dressed at night, but I was more interested in what lay beneath anyway.

“A mediator?” The poor baby almost hyperventilated.

Mike leaped forward and guided her to his chair. His hand oh-so-accidentally brushed her full breasts.

What a dick.

 

About Candace Laville
Candace is a UK author who writes romance and erotica. When she’s not engrossed in writing, she enjoys traveling and sightseeing, and adding to her ever-growing shoe collection.

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About The CUPID Dating Agency

The secret is out: angels and demons walk among us. The Cupid Dating Agency, once merely responsible for aligning the fates of compatible humans, have expanded their portfolio. Operators of luxury cruises and charitable organizations are as valued as casinos and trendy bars, and it’s up to the cupids to find the angels, demons, and humans who will run these businesses. Should a heavenly attraction between the participants lead to all sorts of sinful fun, well, that’s just the icing on the cake.

Spotlight on #ParanormalRomance: Albion Moon by @MLMastran

Happy New Year, Dear Readers! To kick off the new year of reading recs, fellow Champagne Books author is here to share the first book in her paranormal romance series. Read on for details, an excerpt, and a link to her tour giveaway. Enjoy! xo, Celia…

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Albion Moon book cover, book by author M L Mastran
Title:
Albion Moon
Author: M. L. Mastran
Genre: Mystery, suspense, paranormal romance
Publisher: Champagne Books
Date of Publication: August 2018
ISBN: 978-1-947128-36-1 (e-book)
ISBN: 978-1-947128-37-8 (print)
Page/Word Count: 171 pages / 94,000 words
Cover Artist: Creative Paramita

Stand up and fight or lose everything.

Evaline’s brother is missing. She’s desperate to find out what happened to him. As she digs deeper into his disappearance, the mystery reveals an ancient family secret carried through the bloodline that began centuries ago in the Scottish Highlands.

As this secret from the old world closes in on Evaline, she tries to sort through her disconcerting feelings towards the mysterious Mason. He not only seems to always know when she is in danger, but he is insistent on protecting her, no matter the cost.

As the old world collides with the new, Evaline discovers she must choose to stand and fight or risk losing everything, and everyone, she holds dear.

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Albion Moon Excerpt

Over the next couple days, I picked up applications from the couple of banks and other places in town as well as in Shasta, the next town over. On Thursday, Kristy, Lizzy, and I hung out and went for ice cream downtown. We hit a couple of stores as Kristy wanted to get some clothes. I loathed clothes shopping. I peeked at the racks while Kristy tried stuff on and Lizzy weighed in. She got a text. One of the other servers had called off, and Mason needed her to come in.

“I have to get to work. Sorry, Kristy,” Lizzy said.

“That’s fine,” Kristy said. “Can we get some lunch there when we take you in?”

I shook my head slightly at her scheming.

“Absolutely,” Lizzy said, looking at me. “Let’s go.”

We piled into my car and headed out onto Old River Road. It was a great day for a convertible ride. The late summer sun beamed on us as we drove down the road. I had AC/DC blaring, and as we rounded a curve, I heard a siren. Peering into my rearview mirror, I eyed the red flashing police lights atop one of the town’s two SUV police units.

Kristy glanced back. “What the fuck? You weren’t speeding.”

I looked down. I was just below the speed limit. After I pulled over, I got out my registration and insurance. The cop approached my door, and what I saw caused a huge lump to form in my throat.
Campbell had a smug look on his face as he spoke. “License, registration, and proof of insurance please.”

I handed them over without making eye contact.

He examined my license, which still had my Sacramento address on it. “A little way from Sacramento, Miss Bennett, aren’t we?”

“Yeah, I guess I am.”

“Where are you headed right now?” His tone turned from mocking to icy.

“I need to get her to work,” I said, indicating Lizzy.

He eyed Lizzy, who appeared annoyed by his questions. “Oh, a Cowan sister. How fitting. Tell your brother I got a nice cell waiting for him.” She didn’t say anything as his attention moved back to me. “So, are you here on vacation?”

My blood boiled as the dream I had with Jimmy came back to me. I glared at Campbell. “I’m visiting family for a while.”

“So, what is the address you’re staying at in town?”

“What does that matter?” Kristy interrupted any response I was about to make. “What the f—?”

“Smart ass like your brother,” he said, cutting her off. “He’s a great bunk mate for Jonas.”

Now speechless, she sat there.

After opening my door, he indicated for me to move. “Please step out of the vehicle.”

Not wishing to cause a scene, I complied and stood by my car.

He turned me around. “Face your car, hands on the hood.”

Kristy found her voice again. “Are you fucking kidding me? We weren’t doing anything!”

Campbell flashed her a look. “Shut up and don’t move.” He then patted me down. “Do you have any weapons or drug paraphernalia I need to be aware of?” He spun me back to him.

Looking at him dead in the eye, I answered, “No.”

Holding my elbow, he walked me toward his vehicle as he eyed Kristy and Lizzy, who were clearly uncomfortable with what was happening. Despite my apprehension, I followed him. He took me behind his patrol truck and returned my license.

“I suggest you watch yourself, Miss Bennett. These back roads are dangerous, and if something were to happen, it could be quite a while until you’d be found.” My stomach churned as he leaned into me and whispered, “A woman like yourself, all alone, might entice trouble.” He reached for my breast, and I reacted quickly.

Shoving the bottom of my palm up into his lip, I knocked him back but didn’t wait to see his reaction. I returned to my car, got in, then took off. I was sure he was going to follow, but he didn’t.

Kristy turned to me. “We need to report him, Evaline. That was wrong in so many ways.”

Shaking my head, I said, “It will make things worse, trust me. Just forget it, okay?”

She gave Lizzy a concerned look, who then asked, “Why did he take you back there?”

I didn’t say anything as we drove into the parking lot, parked, then got out.

Kristy was still fired up. “This is such bullshit. He made a move on you, didn’t he?”

“Just drop it, Kristy, okay? It’s over. I wanna forget it.”

The dust kicked up in the parking lot as we made our way through the front doors. A few patrons were seated at the bar, and several booths and tables were occupied. We headed to an open booth as Lizzy returned to the back.

While still a bit shaken from the encounter, I pondered what had just happened. A knot was in the pit of my stomach as thoughts raced through my mind.

Does he know I know what he is? Will he try to hurt what family I have left? Will he hurt me to find out what I know? I thought of my dream again—Jimmy had warned me. Or will he kill me?

 

About M. L. Mastran
Author M L Mastran headshot
Nothing captures the attention of M.L. Mastran more than writing a good story with amazing characters and a history arc that made the history books. This is Albion Moon in every sense.

On the flip side, M.L. can also journey to another world completely and pull the same elements with fantasy and make the reader yearn for more. Her uncanny ability to blend genres makes her unique to the literary world and an absolute reading joy. From the first moment you open the page, curiosity will pull you in and keep you engrossed in the story as you take the voyage with the characters to different places and times; to experience the events as they unfold.

Whether being told from a one character perspective or several points of view, her stories will unfold in your mind like a movie playing in your head. This is what pushes M.L to write her stories. It’s the thrill of the read and the drive to carry readers away that will make this trip to the literary world of imagination all the sweeter.

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Celia’s Favorite #Holiday #Dessert #Recipes

Season’s Greetings Dear Readers!

I hope you’ve had a wonderful December. To close out 2018 and the last holiday celebration of this year, I’m sharing three of my favorite, dessert recipes. They appeared in the blogosphere around this time least year, and the first two are on the Decadent Divas blog today, but I’m posting all three here for you, too! I hope you enjoy them as much as my family does. Bon appetit!

Holiday Spritz Cookies

spritz cookies

Recipe compliments of my mother. Requires cookie press.

3/4 cup regular sugar (some recipes call for “powdered”, but mom swears by regular!)
1 cup margarine, or butter, or shortening (mom uses shortening; I use butter. Both are delish.)
1 tsp. vanilla
1 egg
2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
1/2 tsp. baking powder
1/4 tsp. salt

1. Preheat oven to 350 F.
2. In a bowl, mix together margarine (or butter or shortening), sugar, vanilla, egg until fairly fluffy.
3. Stir in flour, salt, baking powder.
4. Optional: separate dough into bowls, add food dye of your choosing (see photo).
5. Fill cookie press; press dough onto ungreased cookie sheets.
6. Bake for 12 – 15 minutes.
7. Remove from sheet and cool on cookie rack.
8. Eat. All. The. Cookies!
 

tom and jerry holiday house, san francisco

Holiday Caramels

Recipe compliments of my grandmother.

1 can Eagle Brand Sweetened Condensed Milk
2 cups white sugar
2 cups white Karo Syrup
1 stick of butter (1/4 lb.)
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract

1. Mix together the first three ingredients (milk, sugar, syrup) in a large bowl.
2. Melt the butter in a large heavy kettle, pour in the mixture and bring to a boil.
3. Stir continuously while mixture boils until it reaches the temperature of 245 degrees Fahrenheit on a candy thermometer (can take up to 25 minutes).*
4. Once the 245-degree temperature is reached, remove kettle from stove.
5. Stir in 1/2 teaspoon of vanilla extract, then pour mixture onto a large buttered cookie sheet or flat pan.
6. Cut into pieces, wrap with plastic wrap or your candy covering of choice (or eat All The Candy, LOL).

* Note: If mixture overcooks, candy gets too hard.

story mansion, ashbury heights, san francisco

Snickerdoodles

Recipe compliments of my grandmother

1 1/2 cups sugar
1/2 cup margarine, butter, or shortening (my grandmother uses shortening)
1 – 2 tsp. vanilla (grandmother uses 1 more often than 2)
2 eggs
2 3/4 cups all-purpose flour
1 tsp. cream of tartar
1/2 tsp. baking soda
1/4 tsp. salt
2 Tbsp. sugar
2 Tbsp. cinnamon

1. Preheat oven to 400 F.
2. In a small bowl, mix the tablespoons of sugar and cinnamon. Set aside.
3. Mix together margarine (or butter or shortening), sugar, vanilla, eggs.
4. Combine flour, cream of tartar, baking soda, salt. Add to wet ingredients.
5. Form one-inch or 1 1/4 inch balls, and roll balls in sugar/cinnamon mixture.
6. Place on ungreased cookie sheet, cook for 8 – 10 minutes.
7. Remove from sheet and cool on cookie rack.
8. Eat. All. The. Cookies!

Happy new year!

xo, Celia

Photos:
First home = Tom and Jerry’s House, a San Francisco Historical Landmark.
Second home = Storybook House, decorated for every holiday!
All photos (cookies included) by moi.

Spotlight on #Holiday #Paranormalromance: Gifted: the Dark Forgotten

Hello Dear Readers! USA Today bestselling author Sharon Ashwood is here today with some LOL holiday gift ideas and a look at her holiday novella Gifted: A Dark Forgotten Christmas Story. Read on and enjoy! Happy Holidays! xo, Celia

 Bewitching Book Tour Dec. 3 to Dec. 31

 

10 Holiday Gifts for Your Supernatural Friends, by Sharon Ashwood

Christmas shopping can be challenging at the best of times, but the non-humans on the list can present special problems. Need ideas for what to get the vampire with centuries of clutter in his garage or the mermaid who needs everything waterproofed? Here are some suggestions from our retail experts:

1. Get that vampire a month’s rental on a storage locker big enough to house his spare coffin collection!
2. For the shifters we suggest many, many lint rollers or a rechargeable hand vacuum!
3. For the fussy feline shifters, how about modern art that doubles as a scratching post?
4. As a stocking stuffer, nothing beats fake human teeth for the vampires!
5. A definite must have: non-toxic chew toys for the werepuppies.
6. Environmentally friendly dry cleaning options for the mummies on your list.
7. Steaks
8. Stakes
9. A personal crossroad for that special demon. Top seller: something on Route 666.
10. High-strength spray adhesive is a thoughtful present for those zombies who just can’t keep it together.

Just remember, whatever you choose, it’s the thought that counts–or possibly the deliciously fresh brains that just manufactured that thought …

 

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Title: Gifted: A Dark Forgotten Christmas Story
Series: Dark Forgotten Series (Book 5)
Author: Sharon Ashwood
Genre: Paranormal romance/urban fantasy
Publisher: Rowan and Ash Artistry
Date of Publication: November 11, 2018
ISBN: 978-1-7750279-3-5
ASIN:: B07K5DYCBK
Page Count: 124
Word Count: 35
Cover Artist: Wicked by Design

Who says the holiday season is just for humans?

For all the holly-jolly times, family gatherings are complex no matter who—or what—you are. When you’re hunting for the latest “it” toy to stuff a stocking, it doesn’t matter if you’re alive or Undead, fanged or furry—you’re just as desperate to be the cool dad. And then there are the family grumps who never send cards, the ones who eat all the good candy, and those who drool and dig up the neighbor’s yard.

No, the Yuletide Season isn’t for the faint of heart—and sometimes it’s downright demonic–but holiday miracles make it all worthwhile. Chance encounters and unexpected forgiveness remind us that joy doesn’t come in a gift-wrapped box.

This novella from the Dark Forgotten world catches up with favorite characters for a fresh take on the holidays. Those visiting the world for the first time will understand why Chicago Tribune called it “simply superb.”

Grab this book and return to the world of the Dark Forgotten. Santa Claws is waiting!

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Excerpt

“Don’t you want to go see Santa Claws?” Errata Jones asked in her husky, teasing voice.

“Meh,” Perry Baker replied, still grumpy at the prospect of crowds and gift-giving decisions. Plus, it was cold, gray, and rainy—a typical December day in the Pacific Northwest.

“Where’s your boundless holiday spirit?” She turned into the parking lot outside the Fairview Sports and Recreation Center. It was the final day of the Yuletide Holiday Market, an arts and crafts event by and for the local supernatural community. “Counting today, there’s only three shopping days till Christmas.”

“I really hope you’re not going to make me sit on Santa’s knee.”

“I don’t think so, darling. That would be weird, even for us.”

Errata swung her Jaguar coupe into the last parking space, beating out a massive pickup by a whisker. The truck made a sound like a startled dinosaur as it lurched to a stop on the frosty pavement. Turning off the Jaguar’s ignition, Errata smoothed her chin-length, jet-black hair, then glanced in the rear-view mirror, looking pleased with herself. Perry twisted in his seat to see the pickup driver turn a Christmassy scarlet and lurch off.

Perry willed his heart to resume its normal rhythm. Errata was a werecougar, and there were reasons cats shouldn’t drive. Werewolves like him were another matter. Wolves appreciated order, including stop signs. Cats did things because they could—like pester him into going to this stupid craft fair.

That’s what he got for befriending a feline. He cast her a sidelong look, taking in her high cheekbones and smooth, golden skin. It was all he could do not to reach over and stroke her hair, but that would be crossing a boundary. She’d made it clear from the start that cats walked alone.
Errata finished preening and gave him an arch look. “Shouldn’t you be shopping for your human, what’s-her-name?”

Perry released his seatbelt. “Her name is Tiffani. With an i.”

“Tiffani. Of course it is.” Errata patted his cheek with a pitying look. “Come on. First fifty guests get a goodie bag.”

“She’s fun,” Perry said, sounding defensive even to himself.

“Humans generally are,” she said agreeably. “You should buy her something really nice.”

“Men don’t shop before December 23rd,” he protested as he got out of the car.

“Friends don’t let friends give their sweethearts, even ones named Tiffani with an i, gift cards.”

“But gift cards make sense.”

Errata flung the end of her scarf over her shoulder with a flick of one gloved hand. “Be grateful you have me to watch over you.” She clicked the locks and swept toward the entrance of the building, leaving Perry to catch up.

“Cats,” he grumbled. “What do you want for Yule?”

“Not a gift card.”

 

About the Author
Ashwood headshot

USA Today bestselling author Sharon Ashwood is a novelist, desk jockey and enthusiast for the weird and spooky. She has an English literature degree but works as a finance geek. Interests include growing her to-be-read pile and playing with the toy graveyard on her desk. As a vegetarian, she freely admits the whole vampire/werewolf lifestyle would never work out, so she writes her adventures instead.

Sharon is a winner of the RITA® Award for Paranormal Romance. She lives in the Pacific Northwest and is owned by the Demon Lord of Kitty Badness.

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A How-To for #Writers: The Young Adult Writer’s Journey

Hi Everyone! I have a non-fiction highlight for you today. For the writers in the audience, here’s a How-To reference book on writing Young Adult fiction from two experts in the field. Coming next in December: stay tuned for holiday cheer (and recipes!), along with some fun fiction. Happy Holidays! xo, Celia

The Young Adult Writer’s Journey Bewitching Book Tour Dec. 3 to Dec. 31

 

The Young Adult Writer’s Journey book cover image

Title: The Young Adult Writer’s Journey
Author: Elizabeth Fortin-Hinds and Janet Schrader-Post
Genre: Nonfiction Reference
Publisher: Tell-Tale Publishing Group
Date of Publication: November 23, 2018
ISBN: 978-1-944056-98-8
ASIN:: B07K3VZ2ZK
Page Count: 232
Word Count: 60,000

An Encyclopedia for YA Writers.

Finally, an all-inclusive book on young adult fiction must-do, don’t do and how-to. If you want to write a young adult novel, you need to read this book first. Coauthored by an award-winning YA author and an acquisitions editor, both experts on kids and what they like to read, this encyclopedia contains all you need to start or improve a career as a YA fiction author.

From an examination of the market, genre and its sub-genres, to mechanics and the business, everything is at your fingertips. This amazing writer’s resource is written in a relaxed and interesting style, with plenty of contemporary references and examples for clear understanding and easier application.

Book Trailer | Amazon

Praise

“The Young Adult Writer’s Journey is a ‘Must Have’ at your fingertip reference for anyone who writes (or wants to write) for or about kids. Engaging text with topical and thought-provoking insights leading from idea to submission . . . and beyond to populate a story with believable characters young readers can relate to.” —Nancy Gideon, Award-Winning author of the By Moonlight series

“The trouble with “how to” books on creativity is that they usurp creativity. Not so with this very insightful guide for YA writing. If it doesn’t become a standard or even a classic among reference books, it will be an oversight. Janet Schrader-Post and Elizabeth Fortin-Hinds have all the marinated smarts and credentialed experience to pull this off, and they do! No dictated wisdom from on high here, no grafted creativity, THE YOUNG ADULT WRITER’S JOURNEY is accessible, motivational and a clear map that leaves plenty of room to discover for anyone wanting to explore their creative side.” -Thomas Sullivan, Pulitzer-nominated author of THE PHASES OF HARRY MOON

Excerpt

When you talk about world-building, many writers think you’re talking about fantasy lands like Narnia, Westeros, Panam or Middle Earth. For most teens, school is their world. What kind of home life they have is their world and these worlds need to be just as complicated as Narnia. Well-developed teen worlds like Hogwarts, North Shore High School, home of the Mean Girls, Rydell High School of Grease, and Panem of Hunger Games are so well-developed they seem real, and you remember them as though they were a place you visited.

To create a real world for teens in our times, you really need to know them: what they do every day, what they like, what motivates them, the environment in high schools and many other details. Home life for kids is very different from twenty or even ten years ago. It takes two incomes now to support a growing family or to succeed, so both parents most likely work. This leaves kids as young as nine or ten at home alone for long periods of time (or even younger, unfortunately). The enemy of these parents is the school holiday, and it seem like there’s more than ever. These parents have no idea what to do with their children. Many can’t afford childcare, so the kids are home alone. It’s a thing you must think about when writing for them.

Children come from all levels of society. Poor kids will view the world through different eyes than kids who have well-off parents. Kids living with a single parent might have a different view of the world as well as different social structures. The kids with single parents or working parents might have to go hungry on weekends, on school holidays and especially during the summer. It’s hard to think about, but true. There are teenagers out there who eat breakfast and lunch at school and their families provide dinner. Sometimes all they get is their school meals some days. When school is out, they scavenge and fend for themselves or they don’t eat.

 

Why I Write Young Adult Fiction, By Janet Post

I started writing fiction when I retired from the newspaper business. I’m an award-winning reporter with many Florida Press Awards. Being a reporter really honed my writing skills. You have to write tightly, concisely, and most importantly, on command. No waiting for your muse when someone’s standing in front of your desk with their hand out.

My first book after retiring was a Cracker Western. I was married to a Cracker Cowboy, so I had credentials. Credentials matter when trying to get published. Pineapple Press published Alligator Gold in 2009. After that, I wrote two adventure novels, one of which is coming out soon from Tell-Tale Publishing, Valley of the Golden Mummies. Getting the adult fiction published was difficult. The market was moving toward e-books, so I wrote some romance and published it under my daughter’s name, Melanie Thompson. I liked writing romance, but it still wasn’t me, it wasn’t what I wanted to write.

My son retired from the military and went to work as a teacher. He has his finger on the pulse of what kid’s, especially teenagers, like. So together, we wrote Vagrant, sold it as a series to Tell-Tale Publishing and it has since garnered two prestigious awards. I’d found my home. I love writing Young Adult fiction.

Young Adult, besides being on fire, is so much fun to write. Kids are hysterical. They suffer (not that funny but . . .), they laugh, they’re interested in so many things, and most of them are plowing through school doing the best they can. They have their own language. They’re learning about life which offers fresh topics and allows you to explore wonderful depths of emotion. They fall in and out of love and they take it so seriously. They’re technically savvy in ways most people can’t understand. And then there’s the huge cast of characters to choose from.

In The Young Adult Writers Journey, a new reference book I wrote with my editor Elizabeth Fortin-Hinds, we cover this cast of characters in depth. High school kids come in all shapes and colors, have handicaps, nervous disorders, character flaws and problems adults have, but to them, they’re so much worse because they’re just learning to deal with them while they’re going to school and trying to learn to socialize. It’s comparable to running a marathon with one leg tied up on crutches. It can be funny and terrifying at the same time.

If you want to learn how to write for teens, make sure you get a copy of The Young Adult Writers Journey. It’s available for preorder on amazon.com and it’s coming out November 23, 2018, Black Friday, just in time for Christmas giving.

 

About the Authors

Author Fortin-Hinds headshot
Elizabeth Fortin-Hinds knows kids well. She spent decades teaching teens and adults to write and improve their reading skills. As a literacy expert and certified coach, she helped both teachers from elementary to secondary and preservice graduate students learn to improve reading and writing instruction. She has taught at both the secondary and graduate level, everything from rhetoric, essays, and thesis statements, to poetry, short stories, and how to write a novel. She has learned to use both sides of her brain simultaneously, but enjoys the creative side the most, learning to play piano, draw and paint, and find time for her own writing since retiring from her “day” jobs.

A “true believer” in Joseph Campbell’s The Hero with a Thousand Faces, mythic structures, she uses that lens when considering manuscripts for Tell-Tale Publishing Group, a company she founded with some friends from her critique group a decade ago.

Shcrader-Post headshotDaughter of a Colonel, Janet lived the military life until she got out of high school. She lived in Hawaii and worked as a polo groom for fifteen years, then moved to Florida where she became a reporter. For ten years she covered kids in high school and middle school. Kids as athletes, kids doing amazing things no matter how hard their circumstances. It impressed her, and it awed her. “How wonderful teens are. They have spirit and courage in the face of the roughest time of their lives. High school is a war zone. Between dodging bullies, school work and after school activities, teens nowadays have a lot on their plate. I wrote stories about them and I photographed them. My goal was to see every kid in their local newspaper before they graduated.”

Janet love kids and horses, and she paints and writes. Now she lives in the swampland of Florida with too many dogs and her fifteen-year-old granddaughter. She started to write young adult fiction with the help of her son, Gabe Thompson, who teaches middle school. Together they have written a number of award-winning YA novels in both science fiction and fantasy.

Tell-Tale Publishing Web site | Tell-Tale Publishing Blog | Twitter | Elizabeth Forntin-Hinds Facebook | Elizabeth Forntin-Hinds GoodReads | Newsletter | Janet Schrader-Post Web site | Janet Schrader-Post Facebook | Janet Schrader-Post’s Vagrant Chronicles

 

Holly Jolly #Holiday Hop & #Giveaway, December 1 – 4, 2018

Image, Holly Jolly Holiday Hop, December 1 to 5, 2018

Hi Everyone! Happy December and welcome to the Holly Jolly Holiday Hop! This hop runs December 1 – 4, 2018. Discover over 60 authors with giveaways at every hop stop. So many chances to win amazing prizes. Plus, be sure to enter the grand prize giveaway for a chance at a $50 Amazon gift card!

Celia’s Hop Stop Giveaway — CLOSED

The tech gods have spoken. Cassie Montgomery, you’re the winner of Celia’s Giveaway, congrats!

  • $5 e-gift card from Amazon(dot)com or Starbucks(dot)com (winner’s choice)
  • E-book copy of Diamond Moon (paranormal romance) or Haven (urban fantasy) (winner’s choice)

To enter this hop stop giveaway: Visit Celia’s Holly Jolly Hop Stop Giveaway 2018 on Rafflecopter.

Excerpts from Diamond Moon & Haven

DIAMOND MOON – Ross and Darci’s First Meet

He reached out with his Wolf senses. The feedback froze his fingers on the doorknob. Female. Damn, she smelled good. Human. Wolf. Wait…both? The copper tang of blood hit his nose. And injured.

He flung open the door. His abrupt move caught his visitor off guard, one small, white fist raised to knock. The woman startled and fell forward. Catching her, he pulled her inside, kicking the door shut with his foot.

She sagged against him, a shivering bundle of wet woman. Underneath the dampness, her scent drop-kicked his gut. Apples and cinnamon. Roses and honey. His body perked up, taking extreme notice. He fought the growl of possession threatening to tear out of his throat. Holy hell, had his potential mate just walked into his home in the middle of a storm?

The scent of her blood jump-started his brain into action. He lowered her gently to the floor. “Jesus. You okay?”

His instincts urged him to check her for wounds, but he was a stranger and didn’t want to spook her. But goddamn, he wanted to touch her. Peel off her wet clothes. See all of her. With a jacket covering her torso, tight jeans hiding her legs, and her ball cap pulled low on her face, all he’d seen so far was her quivering pale chin, full red lips, and those delicate, trembling hands.

“S-s-sorry, d-dripping all ov-v-ver your f-f-floor,” she said, teeth chattering. Her snow white fingers curled on the hardwood, arms trembling with her effort to keep herself upright. Blood streaked the wood. A line of liquid crimson slid down her jaw and dripped from her chin onto her jacket.

To hell with propriety. “You’re injured. Let me help you.” He pulled off her cap and damn near swallowed his tongue.

Big green eyes blinked up at him from a face so pale it made him think of moonlight. Drenched, short black hair lay plastered to her head, the ends framing features reminiscent of the fairies his sister loved to draw for the hidden-object games she designed. Ethereal beauty. My beauty. He stroked a knuckle down her cheek then ran his thumb over her soft, full lower lip.

She flinched and batted his hand away, falling to her side in the process.

Ross snapped back to reality with a healthy hit of guilt. “Shit. Sorry.”

His gaze shot to her forehead where a two-inch cut sent blood trailing over her prominent cheekbone with its silky-smooth skin he’d so enjoyed caressing—

Shit. He gave himself a mental ass kicking for scaring her. “I’m Ross. You’re safe here. Promise.”

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HAVEN – Carina and Alexander’s First Meet

Turn around.

I froze, my moment of weakness chased away by a jolt of adrenaline. I resisted Adrian’s pull. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

Silence.

“Nothing, I guess.” A wave of energy rolled into me, curled itself possessively around my body, and gave me one hell of a head rush. “Oh, wow.” I bit my lip, bracing against reaction.

Adrian tightened his grip on my waist. “Rina?”

Mark and Ren stalked over, faces grim.

“Did—? Do you—?” My mouth was so dry I could barely speak. “Do you guys feel that?”

Adrian squeezed, capturing my wandering attention, concern etched in the stern set of his jaw. “Feel what? What’s wrong?”

I started to tell them the Invisible Man hugged me against an electrified fence, but a second wave of energy bowled into me, making me tingle from head to toe. The sensation walked the line between pleasure and pain. A moan escaped me.

Mark took me from Adrian. “That’s it. We’re out of here.” He tried to pick me up, but I shook my head. Bad idea. Dizziness took the hall, and me, for a little spin.

Turn around. Turn. Around.

Was it a voice or instinct urging me on? Either way, the desire proved irresistible. I pulled away from Mark, pivoted, and forgot how to breathe.

The electric energy pulled back. The dizziness abated. All extraneous noise and people drained out of my perception until there was only Him.

Tall, fit, and bad-boy handsome with skin like pale honey, his thick, walnut brown hair hung tousled in a sexy, I-just-got-out-of-bed way. A hip, black, button-down shirt accentuated a sculpted upper body before it tucked into slacks painted on long, lean legs. The whole package made my mouth water.

Hot. Yummy. Totally my type.

“Who are you?” I whispered.

His mouth twitched in a hint of a smile as if he heard me—impossible given the distance between us. Heat spread, loosening my muscles, and my pulse sped up. Nerves. What’s wrong with me? Guys never made me nervous, not even gorgeous ones.

I nibbled my lower lip, mind racing to make sense of my reaction. His gaze tracked the movement and then slid back up. The heat from his stare hit me full force, driving a shaft of need through me. Energy rocked me again, a warm, electric breeze bathing my skin. My eyes widened in comprehension. The energy came from him.

 

Holly Jolly Holiday Hop Grand Prize Giveaway

For a complete list of all the hop stops, and to enter this fabulous hop’s grand prize giveaway for a $50 Amazon Gift Card, visit the main hop page on the Book Vixens Web site.

Keep Hopping!

Thanks for visiting my hop page! For your next stop, visit author Zoe Dawson’s Facebook Author Page.

Have fun and happy holidays!

Xo,
Celia


The Fine Print (aka hop rules)

  • Winners will be notified at the end of the hop on December 5th.
  • Facebook has nothing to do with the Holly Jolly Holiday Hop!
  • Each participating author/page is responsible for their own giveaway and the drawing of their winner and distribution of their offered prizes. Celia’s winner will be notified via email and announced here on this blog page by end of day (11:59 p.m. PST) December 5, 2018.

 

 

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