Celia Reviews #Comics at I Smell Sheep

Hello my Dear Readers!

I’ve started reviewing comics for the awesome I Smell Sheep Blog. I’ve been reading comics since I was a kid, so this is a fun new activity to add to my writer life. First up: a review of a new dystopian series by Scott Snyder: Nocterra.
Happy reading!
xo,
Celia

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Ten years after the world is plunged into an everlasting night that turns all living creatures into monstrous shades, the only way to survive is to stay close to artificial light. Enter Valentina “Val” Riggs, a skilled ferryman who transports people and goods along deadly unlit roads with her heavily illuminated eighteen-wheeler.

Celia’s Review

Welcome to a world cloaked in darkness. One day, the sun set midday and never rose again. Then people, animals, and even plants began to mutate into…something else. Something dangerous. The survivors are also at risk of mutating if exposed to the dark too long. The solution? Artificial light. But is it enough?

There are so many good things about this new series from Scott Snyder…

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New Release in #Romance: Summer Singles Anthology

Hello Dear Readers, Looking for some quick and steamy reads for your TBR? Here’s a look at new romance anthology from multiple authors, including my writer pal, Georgia Lyn Hunter. Details below. Happy reading!
xo, Celia

New Romance Anthology release, Summer Singles, by multiple authors

Title: Summer Singles Anthology
Author: Dorothy Ewels, Sophia Karlson, Stella Blanche, Pippa Lux, Pravina Maharaj, Georgia Lyn Hunter, Amanda Holly, Sevannah Storm, and Andie Patrick
Genre: Romance
Release Date: March 18, 2021
Cover Design: Raven Designs

The Romance Writer’s Organisation of South Africa brings you an anthology of steamy stories that will leave you hot under the collar and your Kindle melting. These stories are brought to you by our authors, both published and unpublished.

Welcome to a collection of bite-sized, Kindle-melting stories that will leave you salivating for more from these authors. Each story is a short, standalone, and ends in a HEA or HFN. This is a limited time anthology, so grab it before it’s gone for good!

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Spotlight on #YA #SciFi: Replaced Parts by Stephanie Hansen

Hi Everyone! Author Stephanie Hansen is here today with her new release in Young Adult Science Fiction. Please enjoy the excerpt and be sure to enter her book tour giveaway. Details below. Happy reading!
xo, Celia

Title: Replaced Parts
Series: Transformed Nexus, Book One
Author: Stephanie Hansen
Genre: YA Sci-Fi
Release Date: 02/23/21
ISBN: 9781953735027
ASIN: B08RZB9PXL
# of pages: 232
Word count: 67,770
Cover Artist: Caroline Andrus

When a clopil named Vex warns you of danger… Listen!

In the year 2163 a corrupt World Government controls everything on our planet and beyond.

Sixteen year-old Sierra has been so caught up in her own world of saving animal test subjects and her father’s disappearance, she hasn’t paid much attention. When she finally finds his location, she and her friend set off on a covert interplanetary mission to rescue him, she begins to see the corruption first hand.

Discovering that her father has been on the front lines secretly trying to save human test subjects inspires her to join a revolution. But she is afraid of the collateral damage of hurting the people she loves. Will she find the strength to make a deal with the mad scientist Cromwell to save not just her friends and family but everyone?

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REPLACED PARTS EXCERPT

To make a smoke bomb all you need is potassium nitrate, sugar, water and a fuse. Programming holograph messaging to be ‘smoke screen projection only’ is much more difficult. It’s a digital version of invisible ink and completely security cam resistant. I pull up Yesha’s incoming call. The smoke allows her image to take shape and it almost feels like she’s in the room with me.

“I can’t believe you talked me into this, you little gomer.”

Yesha frequently begins conversations in the middle, no introduction or formal interrogation into my life. I think that’s why I like her.

“It didn’t take much to convince you.”

“Did you receive the package?”

I hold up the box addressed to me, Sierra, but I’ve removed the contents.

“Yep, right here, see.”

Yesha’s laugh is like a chorus of toads with hiccups. Her image vibrates on the smoke.
“That’s only the box, you drone bug!”

“I know.”

I hold up the syringes that had been inside the box.

“Be careful with those. Check the labels.”

I roll a syringe in my hands like Kitchen, one of our home bots, does with pretzel dough.
“One says healing serum, which I asked for. Why does the other say anti?”

“Backup. You always need an emergency abort mission option.”

“All right. Thanks!”

Yesha interrupts before I collapse the projection.

“Just be sure not to give the anti if you haven’t given the original serum.”

After she’s gone, I look at my subject.

I shouldn’t be doing this, but I find the koala’s eyes drawing me in like a poli-magno crash about to happen. It’s impossible to turn away.

The Science Olympiad team’s going to put me on probation again, which stinks since they’re the only local, human friends I have.

Following protocol gets us nowhere, however.

Mom’s going to be agitated because this isn’t the first time I’ve broken the rules.

I guide the koala out of the cage, leaving her brothers inside. I have to shake off feelings of jealousy. I don’t have any siblings.

“Why ya look so sad?”

Uplifting experiments have given us animals who speak. “Why do you look so sad, Eucarpo?”
The koala glances back at her brothers and then her eyes look up at me past her round, stub nose, and adorable ears. The sensation of an infant wrapping tiny fingers around mine envelops me. I can’t let them endure more unethical testing just so we can have the best DNA combination. I was okay with the testing when the purpose was to help those that were sick and it was beneficial to the koala species, but I can’t stomach testing these sweet things just for superficial reasons.

“Hate leaving ‘em behind.”

“They’re going after you if this works.”

“What ya mean, if?”

“Healing adaptation experiments have just begun.”

“But ya aced the test?”

“Well, yeah, but that was just practice. This is the first time I’ve used it on a living being. Don’t worry, it should all go as planned. I’m just being paranoid.”

It would be nice if I could stop blabbering when I’m nervous. Sometimes you just have to go for it and see where the cards fall. That was something my dad used to say. Before he disappeared, he used to tell me lots of things. He’s been gone almost a decade, but I might as well as have “Missing Dad” tattooed on my forehead.

“Ya paranoid? Ne’er!”

As she raises the fur above her eyes, I scratch behind her ear, and she leans into it like a bear scratching its back on a tree trunk. Her fur is soft as manufactured silk charmeuse.
“Ah yeah, right dere.”

“You sure you’re ready for this?”

“It gets us closer to freedom, so I been ready a long time.”

She takes another glance at her brothers, and I pick up the syringe with self-healing serum. I begin the sedation process as no one wants to be awake when artery lining fortifies, muscles pull with new agility, and brain tissue encases itself with a biting, thin metal sheet. Another reason I’m jealous of Eucarpo is that she responds to sedation, and I don’t.

As Eucarpo drifts into a peaceful sleep, I look out the school windows and see only the steel and glass of surrounding buildings. Their reflections mirror the sky. Today the unending blue gives the impression of being in the middle of the sea. On gray days, it’s as if I’ve been swallowed by thunderclouds. I can only imagine how green fields would look. People used to love the smell of fresh-cut grass. That was before an asteroid broke through the atmosphere damaging our ecosystem and killing all plants, causing our world to work together to save Earth and its remaining, limited vegetation. The only vegetation left is kept in guarded areas and labs.

I think I can hear the machines used to keep the atmosphere from collapsing but the sound isn’t right. Instead of a hum, I hear iron clanging. The serum glides through the syringe into Eucarpo and her breathing intensifies as the cells within her body multiply. No, that isn’t the machines. It’s locker doors slamming, followed by footsteps of someone coming down the hall. No one should be here now. They should all be at the assembly that I’m skipping. I must finish before anyone else arrives. I look at the oxygen and pulse readings, cringing with every spike. It feels like an hour passes as I look at the screens, but I know it’s only been seconds. I count breaths and clock ticks, staring at Eucarpo’s oxygen and platelet numbers rising.

“Come on, the science minds keep refreshments in here.”

I think I recognize the voice coming down the hall. Every muscle in my body wants to stiffen, but I can’t freeze now.

Luckily, the serum is fast acting and Eucarpo’s readings are settling. I inject the awakening treatment and then I throw the syringes and all remaining evidence into the incinerator. The burning and sanitizing process will turn these things into energy or something else useful. Eucarpo stirs a little when I hear the door sensor click.

As the voltball captain and visual arts queen walk in, I step in front of Eucarpo.
“Look, we found someone avoiding the assembly,” Milcah says as she nudges Danver in the ribs with her elbow.

 

About Stephanie Hansen

Stephanie Hansen headshot Stephanie Hansen is a PenCraft Award Winning Author. Her novella series, Altered Helix, released 2020. Her short story, Break Time, and poetry has been featured in Mind’s Eye literary magazine. The Kansas Writers Association published her short story, Existing Forces, appointing her as a noted author. She has held a deep passion for writing since early childhood, but a brush with death caused her to allow it to grow. She’s part of an SCBWI critique group in Lawrence, KS and two local book clubs. She attends many writers’ conferences including the Writing Day Workshops, New York Pitch, Penned Con, New Letters, All Write Now, Show Me Writers Master Class, BEA, and Nebraska Writers Guild conference as well as Book Fairs and Comic-Cons.

She is a member of the deaf and hard of hearing community.

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Bewitching Book Tour, 2/15-3/1: A Demon’s Embrace by @CeliaBreslin

Hello My Dear Readers!
Happy New Year and Happy Valentine’s month! I’m on tour for the next two weeks with my second story for the Cupid Dating Agency series. Here’s the schedule, in case you’d like to visit. And be sure to enter my giveaway for a chance at an Amazon(US) e-gift card!
xo,
Celia

A DEMON'S EMBRACE BOOK Tour February 15 through March 1, 2021

A DEMON’S EMBRACE TOUR SCHEDULE

2/15 The Creatively Green Write at Home Mom (Guest Blog: Breakfast Recipe)

2/15 Fangtastic Books

2/16 Jazzy Book Reviews

2/17 Sapphyria’s Books Book Review

2/18 JB’s Bookworms with Brandy Mulder

2/19 Bewitching Book Tours

2/22 Westveil Publishing

2/23 Serena Synn(Interview)

2/24 Sadie’s Spotlight

2/24 Momma Says: To Read or Not to Read

2/25 The Book Junkie Reads

2/26 Supernatural Central

2/26 Roxanne’s Realm

2/26 Midnight Musings

3/1 Lisa’s World of Books

3/1 Paranormalists (Guest blog: Celia’s Top 10 Angels/Demons)

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Happy Holiday Excerpt: A Demon’s Embrace by @CeliaBreslin

Hi Everyone!

I’m headed offline for the rest of the year to spend some quality holiday time with my family. Before I go, I have a bit of Christmas-related cheer for you. Here’s a look at my snarky demon hero Stryker’s year-round holiday store, aptly named Christmas & More, as he shows it to his love-interest Zara for the first time. Hope you enjoy it. 🙂
Happy holidays and see you back here in the New Year!
xo,
Celia

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A Demon’s Embrace Excerpt

(Stryker’s POV)…

… she came to an abrupt halt. A gasp escaped her. He strolled around to catch her expression. It was her first time here in his holiday store, and yep, as expected, she gaped, gaze flitting up, down, right, left, repeat, repeat. Throw in a few rapid blinks, a couple slow eyelid squeezes, and a little head shake…

He chuckled. “My place has this effect on people. And apparently on angels, too.”

“Wow,” she breathed, gliding forward. “I mean…wow.”

She spun in a circle, then trailed her fingers over the golden garland and silver lights twined around his two-story artificial Christmas tree, the lighted angel topper of which hovered near the balcony of the wrap-around second floor and gleamed with luminous light, casting the space in a warm glow.

Christmas tchotchkes—nativity scenes in wood, porcelain, and marble, gaily painted nutcrackers both large and small, cheery metal holiday tins filled with treats, figurines of Santa and his merry little elves in various sizes, and more—adorned table after table on the first floor, and Zara moved in an otherworldly blur now, touching, lifting, and inspecting item after item. Her soft delighted laughs and squeaks pleased him, and he rubbed at a sudden tight spot in his chest. He loved the happiness beaming from her right now, so sincere and unrestrained.

“Snow globes, I love snow globes!” She stopped her whirlwind of activity by the checkout counter, brandishing a globe in each hand, fake snow swirling around little snowmen encased in the clear glass.

“Best sellers. They’re yours, free of charge.” Hell, he’d give her his entire Christmas collection simply to see this exhilarated expression on her face, cheeks pink, blue eyes aglow, lips curved in a genuine, real smile. And she aimed all this positivity at him.…

“Oh, I couldn’t.” She shook them both, seeming fascinated by the whirling glitter inside.

“You can and you will.” He opened up the store app on his phone and booted up a surprise for her. “Behind you.”

A cheery whistle sounded from the front window display. Zara’s eyes widened, and she twisted toward the source of the sound. Another delighted gasp. Jesus, joy oozed out of her every pore. Bloody brilliant.

She set the globes on the counter and hurried to the window display to watch the train and its attached red, green, and black cars chug lazily through the picture-perfect model town he’d set up. Mini pine trees, snowmen, and picturesque cottages dotted the entire snowbound landscape. Lights glowed in the windows of the quaint stores on Main Street. At one end of the street, tiny children figurines in winter gear skated on a mirrored faux pond in the town’s park. At the other, the train station and town hall teemed with holiday shoppers.

“Santa!” Zara clapped her hands when Santa in his sleigh pulled by tiny reindeer glided in a gentle circle over the town thanks to invisible wiring attached to a near-silent motor fixed and hidden in the ceiling of the display window.

Stryker’s face ached from all the smiling his happy angel had him doing, her glee as intense and endearing as that of the human kids who visited his store. “So, you like Christmas.”

“Who doesn’t?” She glanced at him for a millisecond before returning her attention to the scene.

 

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New Release in #ParanormalRomance: A Demon’s Embrace by @CeliaBreslin

Hello my Dear Readers!

I’m excited to announce the release of another story I’ve written for The Cupid Dating Agency! This is the second in the quartet I’ve planned for this multi-author series. You briefly met snarky demon Stryker in A Warrior’s Kiss. Now watch him woo his heart’s desire, angel warrior Zara, in this Enemies to Lovers tale.
xo,
Celia

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Title: A Demon’s Embrace
Series: The Cupid Dating Agency
Author: Celia Breslin
Genre: Adult, high-heat paranormal romance
ASIN: B08Q8JRLWN
ISBN: 9781393692881
Word count/pages: 30K/124pp
Cover Artist: Brantwijn Serrah
Release date: December, 2020

She believes him the enemy. He’s determined to prove her wrong.

Former relic-hunter and soldier for Hell, Stryker spends his days of redemption running a holiday store in a cheery little town in the California wine country. He’s not complaining. The gig puts him across the street from his one and only heart’s desire—a blue-eyed angel with a clever brain, a hot bod, and the wickedest right hook this side of Heaven. Too bad his delectable Angel Cake won’t give him the time of day.

Warrior-class angel and restaurateur, Zara keeps busy designing interesting foods and beverages for the eateries and gym she owns with her celestial teammates. She certainly has zero time or interest in the annoyingly sexy, darkly bronzed demon who drove her bonkers for eons while working for the other side.

But then a freak storm complete with hell beasties rampages their hometown, and God and the cupids order the pair to team up to investigate. Frustrating news for Zara. Fantastic for Stryker. His new mission? Show his feisty angel their partnership is meant to extend far beyond this one job for Heaven…

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A Demon’s Embrace Excerpt

(Stryker and Zara’s First Kiss… location: Charon’s boat, River Styx, the Underworld…)

…The boat heaved upward as if struck from below, sending her airborne. Before she could conjure her wings, Stryker shot up and snatched her around the waist, hauling them both to the deck.
Flat on his back with her sprawled atop his hard body, he grinned, much too pleased with himself for her liking. “Told you it gets rough,” he shouted over the rush of water. “I never lie to you, Angel Face.”

“That in itself is a lie,” she shot back, wedging her fingers in the gaps between the bone flooring and gripping tight while the chopping river tossed their ride. She could list thousands of his deceptions. Fine, they were revisiting his loathsome past behavior. “What about the time you stole the Ark of the Covenant? Or the Holy Chalice? The Vatican heist? Or when you took Joan’s sword and—”

“Aw, c’mon, she deserved it. She cut off the tip of my wing.”

“It regenerated, and you had no right to bother her in the first place when she was busy saving—”

“Hey, I gave it back.”

“I made you give it back, demon.”

He laughed but the sound was lost in the great roar of the river. Its turmoil increased, waves thrashing over the bow as if their presence angered the river.

“Buckle up, baby.” Stryker held her tight to his chest. The boat bucked upward and bashed down, again and again. Freezing water sprayed everywhere, drenching them in seconds. Zara shuddered, chilled to the bone, half expecting ice to form on her frame.

Cheek to cheek, Stryker clutched her close with a hand cupping her head and one massive arm banded around her torso. “Hang on Angel Cake, I’ve got you.” Warmth slid into her quivering body, a soothing heat wafting from the demon. “Nice trick, right?” he murmured into her ear, lips grazing her skin.

Teeth chattering, she didn’t reply, too caught up in the sensation of his surprisingly soft lips on the shell of her ear, and his spicy scent, an intriguing blend of cardamom, cinnamon, and earthy, masculine musk.

Desire danced through her, followed fast by denial. No. Please, no. Eternal enemy. Archnemesis. He’s the bad guy. But her libido didn’t seem to care one bit about their battle-filled past, or even their more recent clashes. Her treacherous body relaxed against his, basking in the continued warmth emanating from him.

“Yes, baby. That’s it.” His hand slid to her nape, and he exhaled against the sensitive skin of her neck, setting off a flurry of butterflies in her stomach.

Trap. This has to be a trap, right? Nothing good could come of a tryst with a demon. It didn’t matter how loudly the hum chimed in her, or how wonderful his hard body felt under hers, they couldn’t possibly—

Oh, no, now his clever fingers kneaded the knots in her muscles, massaging the tension from her neck and shoulders, making her melt.

His warm lips brushed her ear once again. “Angel…”

She should stop him. Really, she should. Then he nuzzled the hollow of her shoulder, and his soft kisses eroded her superego’s usual iron will. I mean, there’s nothing else we can do at the moment. Maybe, if she explored the cosmic hum trying to call them together instead of running from it, she would discover it meant nothing at all. Maybe, she could simply kiss him and move on.

She turned her head. He stilled, one hot palm planted between her shoulder blades, the other lounging on her lower back, his mouth so close their breath mingled. Goose bumps tracked over her and not from the cold since she had Stryker as her personal space heater.

Zara didn’t dare look into his eyes, instead digging deep one last time to stop this insanity, dredging up reasons this was a bad idea. Demon. D’uh. Longtime foe. Brash, blunt, devious, conniving, opinionated, manipulative, flirtatious, and yes, flirting was bad, so very, very ba—

[…] Lord help her, she wanted him too. Her gaze clashed with his. Such pretty eyes for a demon, like black onyx flecked with amber. He went statue-still beneath her, seemed to be holding his breath now, waiting for her to…

Make a move?

She wrapped a lock of his shoulder-length hair around her finger. Damp from the crashing river. Shiny, deepest black. Silky, and as warm as his body. She tugged on it.

A groan escaped him, and he kissed her.

 

Spotlight on #Historical #MM #Romance: Pink Triangle by @LeaBronsen

Hi Everyone!
I have a new release in the Cupid Dating Agency to share with you this week, along with some holiday cheer. First, let’s start the work week with Lea Bronsen’s latest release in historical romance.
Happy Reading!
xo,
Celia

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Title: Pink Triangle
Genre: Historical, MM, Erotic Romance
Publisher: Writers In Crime
Date of Publication: October 2020
ASIN: B08KQGHVG8
Word Count: 146 Pages

Fearing and desiring the enemy… Sometimes you can’t choose who you love.

Oslo, April 1945

Paul is a handsome, free-spirited Norwegian in the prime of his life, but he doesn’t fit the German occupant ideology simply because he’s gay. And so, when the Gestapo catches him for producing illegal propaganda, he’s tortured and threatened to be sent to a German concentration camp with a pink triangle sewn on his shirt, the symbol for homosexuals.

It will take great courage and mind-blowing circumstances of luck, as the Führer commits suicide and the end of the war seems nearer by the day, for Paul to avoid his death transport to Germany.

And it will take the growing attraction of the Gestapo commander himself to regain his full freedom—and capture his heart.

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Pink Triangle Excerpt

A couple hours later, when the sun stood high and bright in the sky, the sound of horseshoes came from the garden. Paul had dozed in the hay, enveloped by the soft jacket lining and lulled by happy bird songs and the rustling of leaves outside, but the commander’s return had him sit up against the wall.

The horse’s hairy muzzle appeared in the crack before the big animal pushed the door open and stepped into the shed.

Heimlich sat straight in the saddle, bare-chested, slim but muscular in all the right places, his uniform folded across his lap. Paul tried not to gape at the sight. With ease and grace, the commander dismounted and hung his clothes on hooks on the wall. Drops of sweat pearled on his forehead and temple and rolled down his firm chest and abdomen, making his skin shine. So, so very sexy. He took off his hat, uncovering his dark blond hair slick with sweat—but it only accentuated the sexiness.

He turned to Paul and caught him staring. “What are you smiling at?”

Oops.

Paul straightened and regretted having let himself be carried away. “I wasn’t smiling.”

“Yes, you were. You think I’m not aware I look like an office rat? You need to rub it in?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I know very well I could use more muscle, and that I need to strengthen my stomach.” He tapped his six-pack, which was perfect in Paul’s world.

“Well, that hasn’t crossed my mind.”

An understatement.

“Really?” The commander raised a brow. “Do you honestly like what you see?”

Holy fuck, what a question…

Uncertain whether the man realized what he’d just said, Paul waited a bit before he asked, voice low, “Are you honestly asking a homosexual if he likes your body?”

The commander blinked slowly. “When you put it like that…” With a goofy smile, he turned to gaze out of the shed and shook his head.

Paul allowed him a moment to recoup. He was tempted to tease, but didn’t.

When the commander returned to Paul, he pointed at him. “Forget I said that. I didn’t mean it like that.”

Yeah, I’m likely to forget…

They held each other’s looks for a while, the commander inscrutable.

“Listen,” Paul said, emboldened by the awkward situation. “I’m going to be very frank with you. I hate you with all of my heart—”

No reaction.

“—But when you parade around me like that,” he pointed at the man’s naked torso, “you make it difficult for me to…”

“To what?”

To not like you.

 

Lea Bronsen

About Lea Bronsen

Lea Bronsen likes her reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides her writing time between psychological thriller, romantic suspense, and dark erotic romance.

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Cover Reveal in #ParanormalRomance: A Demon’s Embrace by @CeliaBreslin

Hi Everyone!

The December holidays are almost upon us and I’m in the writing cave preparing the next Cupid Dating Agency story for release. I can’t wait to share Zara and Stryker’s story with you. In the meantime, you, my Dear Readers, get to see the cover first! Designed by the fab Brantwijn Serrah. Enjoy!
xo,
Celia

She believes him the enemy. He’s determined to prove her wrong…

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Title: A Demon’s Embrace
Series: The Cupid Dating Agency
Author: Celia Breslin
Genre: Adult, high-heat paranormal romance
Release date: Soon! December, 2020

Former relic-hunter and soldier for Hell, Stryker spends his days of redemption running a holiday store in a cheery little town in the California wine country. He’s not complaining. The gig puts him across the street from his one and only heart’s desire—a blue-eyed angel with a clever brain, a hot bod, and the wickedest right hook this side of Heaven. Too bad his delectable Angel Cake won’t give him the time of day.

Warrior-class angel and restaurateur, Zara keeps busy designing interesting foods and beverages for the eateries and gym she owns with her celestial teammates. She certainly has zero time or interest in the annoyingly sexy, darkly bronzed demon who drove her bonkers for eons while working for the other side.

But then a freak storm complete with hell beasties rampages their hometown, and God and the cupids order the pair to team up to investigate. Frustrating news for Zara. Fantastic for Stryker. His new mission? Show his feisty angel their partnership is meant to extend far beyond this one job for Heaven…

 

Tranquilli Bloodline: Cocktails, Appetizers, & a Chat with Carina & Alexander

Hi Everyone! It’s Nanowrimo month, and I’m in the writing cave working on my third Cupid Dating Agency story, yay. For the blog today, I have a vampire character interview for you, plus recipes for a cocktail and an appetizer. Also, my Tranquilli Bloodline vampires have been on a month-long tour via Silver Dagger Tours, so be sure to check it out and enter my e-gift card giveaway (ends 11/7!). Details below the chit-chat with Carina and Alexander. Enjoy! 🙂
xo, Celia

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Tranquilli Bloodline Series:
A Chat With Carina and Alexander, by Celia Breslin

“Hi Everyone! Celia here. Author of the Tranquilli Bloodline Series. My lovebirds Carina and Alexander have agreed to sit down and chat with me for a rare interview. Let’s get started, shall we?”

I smile at Carina and Alexander, who are seated across from me on a loveseat. “Hi, guys! Thanks for joining me on the Champagne blog.”

Carina grins. “Our pleasure. We always like hanging with you, Celia.”

“Aw, thanks! Easy first question: can you tell us where you’re from and what you like and dislike about your home?”

Alexander looks over the top of his sunglasses and nods at Carina.

She smirks at him than turns her attention to me. “Right, well, I’m originally from Italy. I moved to San Francisco when I was very young and that’s the place I call home. I love the weather, especially the fog, and there’s pretty much nothing I dislike about it.”

“How about earthquakes?” Alexander asks.

“Oh, yeah, hate those.” She strokes his arm. “Your turn.”

Alexander removes his shades and spears me with his sexy smoky blues. “I’m from San Francisco and like Carina, I’m a fan of the fog. For obvious reasons.” He winks.

I laugh. “Of course, being a vampire, fog is your friend. So…do you guys have a refuge? Some place you like to go to get away from it all? Where is it and why do you go there?”

“My refuge is wherever Carina is.”

“Aw, my man.” She kisses his cheek. “Ditto the love, but also, my dance clubs are our favorite retreats. I opened both my clubs, Haven and Destiny, so both humans and the preternatural community would have a safe place to party. No discrimination allowed. Everyone is welcome as long as they understand love is love is love. Bullies get bounced.”

I nod. “Sounds great. I guess this means you dance to relax right?”

“Yes,” they say at the same time.

I nod again. “I can see how that would be a great release after fighting evil all day. Speaking of your battle against Team Evil, is that what motivates you in life? What is your life dream and what do you do to make your dreams come true?”

A dark expression crosses Carina’s face. Alexander wraps an arm around her shoulders, holding her close. “Easy, baby,” he whispers, as power vibrates the air between us, and Carina’s dark chocolate eyes take on an eerie glow.

After several seconds, Carina sucks in a breath and exhales it slow. “Had to ask the tough ones, eh, Celia? Protecting my family and my friends is my top priority. And always will be. It’s my dream to keep them all safe. I’ll face down every single one of our enemies and take out anyone who dares hurt them.” Suddenly, she grins, and a fireball appears above one palm. “Thanks for the handy power, by the way. It rocks.”

I lean back in my chair, relieved the tension has dissipated. “Speaking of your enemies and your powers, anything or anyone standing in the way of happiness right now? And can you also tell us a little more about your abilities? Same question to you, Alexander.”

Carina closes her hand, snuffing out the fireball. “Our enemies are many. Currently, a bunch of bad vampires have issues with my relatives. I’ll need to take care of these pesky fangy troublemakers. As for my abilities, well I can burn vampires. I’m also strong, fast, agile. Can chat with my vampire family in my head. Pretty good with a sword too, thanks to my mentor Jonas’s training. Your turn, Alexander.”

Alexander kisses her cheek then cocks his head at me. “My favorite ability is telepathy. Being able to talk to Carina mind to mind. As a vampire, I’m powerful, quick, and generally deadly. I’m fairly good at playing piano, too.”

“Good?” Carina scoffs. “You’re freaking fantastic.” She glances at me. “Next question?”

They are so cute together, I almost forgot this is an interview. “Hm, how about sharing your favorite and least favorite memories from childhood? And your biggest fears?”

Carina rolls her eyes. “Always with the dark stuff, Celia. Sheesh. Favorite childhood memory is flying with Jonas when I was a little kid.” She gives me a disgruntled scowl. “My least favorite would be the one where I witnessed a murder. While the victim was holding me in his arms. Yeah, not fun. And biggest fear?” She exchanges a long look with Alexander.

I suspect they’re chatting mind to mind, then Alexander says, “Our biggest fear is losing each other.”

“And the darkness destroying our loved ones,” Carina adds with a grimace. “Not that I’ll ever allow this to happen.” Once again power floods the room, raising the hairs on my arms.

“Thanks for answering the tough questions. I’m sure the readers appreciate it. Let’s end on a happier note, shall we? What’s your life motto? And are you happy with the person you are today?”

Alexander chuckles and dons his sunglasses, looking like the sexy rockstar he is. “Definitely happy. Carina makes me a better man. And vampire. My life motto would have to be ‘Love is the best medicine.’”

“Ohhhh, good one,” Carina says, patting his knee. “I’m happy, too.” Then she leans forward, gazing at me with eyes gone vampire black. “My motto is more a warning: The Chosen One is here to stay. Bad, little vampires beware.”

(Character Interview, copyright 2020, Celia Breslin, all rights reserved.)

Carina’s Halloween Cocktail and Snack

Carina Tranquilli, the star of my Tranquilli Bloodline series, owns two dance clubs and has been known to mix a wicked cocktail. Here’s one of her favorites, plus a savory appetizer she likes to eat with it. Enjoy while watching your favorite spooky movies or reading a spooky tale…

The Bloody Carina
* 1-2 oz. vodka (optional)
* 4 oz. tomato juice (Carina prefers V-8)
* ½ – 1 TBSP Worcestershire sauce (Carina makes her own!)
* dash of celery salt to taste
* pepper to taste
* Tabasco to taste
* dash of lemon juice
* twist of lemon as garnish

Pair your tasty beverage with Deviled Eggs. Carina likes Mary Nolan’s recipe on the Food Network

* 6 hard-boiled egg yolks (set aside egg-white halves for later)
* ¼ c mayo (Carina uses Vegenaise for an egg-free, dairy free option)
* 1 tsp vinegar
* 1 tsp yellow mustard (or to taste. More, if you like it tangy like Carina)
* 1/8 tsp salt (optional in Carina’s opinion)
* black pepper to taste
* smoke paprika for garnish

Mix. Dispense into the egg white halves. Eat!

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About the Series

The Tranquilli Bloodline is an urban fantasy vampire series with high-heat romantic elements, and starring San Francisco dance club owner Carina Tranquilli. Hot, undead musician Alexander is her love-interest. Over the course of the series, Carina transforms into a kickass warrior while wading through abundant family drama, battling assorted enemies, and, of course, falling in love.

Spooktacular Spotlight on #NA #PNR: Ghost Guardians by S. Peters-Davis

Hello Dear Readers, This is the last installment for this year’s Bewitching Spooktacular Tour and Giveaway extravaganza. Today, S. Peters-Davis shares her New Adult Paranormal Romance and a piece of flash fiction. Be sure to enter her gift card giveaway, too. Enjoy!
xo, Celia

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Title: Ghost Guardians, 1
Author: S. Peters-Davis
Genre: Paranormal Romance,
Suspense-mystery, New Adult
Publisher: BWL Publishing, Inc.
Release date: September 2020
Kindle ISBN: 978-0-2286-1492-0
Print ISBN: 978-0-2286-1494-4
# or Pages: 162
Word count: 65k
Cover Artist: Michelle Lee

Bri intends to work for her father, but ghosts, an old high school flame, a downtrodden best bud, and a deceitful tormenter play havoc with her future.

Bri’s intent—to work for her father, but ghosts, an old high school sweetheart, a downtrodden best bud, and a deceitful tormenter play havoc with her future.

Kyle broke it off with Bri before college but realizes he still harbors unrequited feelings for her. Then he discovers Bri’s ability and wants to keep her close, not just for himself, but as an asset for Spectral Paranormal Investigations.

Ghosts rely on Bri, Kyle confuses her, the best bud requires stability, and the bully deserves a punch in the face until they join forces on a mission to rescue the paranormal—those spirits left behind. Murder, mystery, and mayhem abound…in ghost-form.

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EXCERPT

“He-e-e Ha-a-a.” Max cackled like a wild man as the boat veered off, rooster-tailing water spray and slamming turbulent waves into the raft.

Trembles shook my hands and body. What the hell is wrong with him?

I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths to relax. Warm tingles thrummed against my sternum from the quartz on my necklace, giving me a heads-up that my ghost friends were near.

“He’s gone, little missy,” Martin said. “Off to the other side of the lake.”

Gloria’s fingers clasped the stone through her blouse. “Is your stone vibrating like mine? I touched it, thought of you, and here we are.” She stared at me.

I climbed the ladder and sat across from them, stretching my legs in front of me for the warm sunshine. “I’ll have to try touching my stone and thinking of you. See if I can call you to me.”

She nodded then turned to Martin. “When’s the last time we sat by water?” Gloria slid her body closer to him.

“Now, girl, don’t you be gettin’ any crazy ideas.” He chuckled and wrapped his arm around Gloria’s shoulder then turned his attention to me. “We want answers about what happened. Neither of us remembers it, nothing other than a truck rammed into the back of the Olds. It scared the heck out of us, so we turned off the main road and drove down a dirt path into the woods, hoping to hide. Then we saw lights coming fast behind us.”

“It’s a constant loop we live over and over, ending with the truck following us and crashing into the back of the car. The sound is like a grand clap of thunder.” Gloria sniffled, but there were no tears. Ghosts didn’t cry real tears. Martin rubbed her back.

“We blackout or something.” Martin looked across the water but seemed unfocused. “I wake up outside the car, and a few minutes after, Gloria is beside me. We got stuck next to the Olds, doing the same thing over and over.”

Apparitions didn’t usually possess recall of being stuck in a loop. They simply lived it over and over as if for the first time, every time. What was different for these two? Maybe our crystal connection brought the change in their loop and opened their acknowledgment to it?

“I’ve got a friend coming to stay with me. He’s got mad internet skills. I think he can help research, figure out a few things. Maybe find out who followed you and why.”

A boat motor revved behind me, I folded my legs to my chest, preparing for impact.

“Kyle, wanna ski?” Max hollered. He zipped past and stopped next to Kyle’s dock.

Kyle stared in my direction and waved, and I waved back. Max sneered.

How long was Kyle out there? All he saw was my backside while I chatted with Martin and Gloria. When I turned around to pick up where we left off, Martin and Gloria had disappeared.

 

Flash Fiction by S Peters-Davis

Spirited Wishes
(Includes characters from Ghost Guardians)
By S. Peters-Davis

Kyle tapped on the walk-out sliding glass door, and I waved him in. He wore a black cape and had slicked his blond hair back. His big smile showed the vampire teeth capping his eye-teeth.
“Ahhh, Count Kyle, let’s eat, I’m starving.” My stomach growled as if on cue. “Pizza, beer, and Gramps’ Halloween cupcakes.” I swept my hand toward the goods.
“What is that?” Kyle pointed at the strange, ancient-looking glass jar candle on the coffee table as he removed those crazy teeth.
“Doesn’t it look spooky and old? I found it in Luke’s room. He brought some things with him when he moved in.” Luke, my best friend through school and college, was now more like my brother. I flipped the gas on for the fireplace, and Kyle dropped onto the couch.
“Man, it’s pretty crappy outside. Hardly any kids came for candy. The rain just won’t quit.” And to prove it, lightning shocked the sky, and reverberating thunder shook the windows.
“It’s a dark and spooky night.” My voice trembled in an eerie laugh.
Kyle uncapped the candle and lit it.
A woosh of wind gusted through the room, the electricity went out, and the candle flame flared tall. A chill swept across the room, even though the fireplace cranked out heat.
“Who calls upon me?” A plume of gray smoke rearranged, forming into a haggard elder woman with a bent nose, bushy brows, and unsettling sharp teeth exposed by her thin-lipped grimace.
Kyle and I glanced at each other, our wide-eyed gaze matching.
“Is someone here, Bri?” Kyle reached for my hand, not gifted with the ability to see spirits like me.
“Yes, and I believe that candle brought this upset woman here.” I stared at the woman, her face wrinkling as if angered.
She scoffed, “As if you didn’t know I’d arrive to grant you a wish, but understand with that wish comes sacrifice. I take something in return.” She scanned the room and drifted down the hall.
Kyle squeezed my hand. “You appear concerned. Is she still here?”
“She just wandered out of the room.”
“Should I call for back up?” Kyle let go of my hand to grab his cell phone from his pocket.
“I’m sure the gang is busiest on Halloween night wrangling ghosts, don’t you?” We worked for S.P.I., Spectral Paranormal Investigations, and I mostly guided ghosts into the light while Kyle kept me grounded.
“Is this woman good or evil?” Kyle pocketed his cell and rose from the couch. “Do we need supplies?”
I shook my head, not understanding what this freak show might have in store for us. “Whatever you do, don’t speak a sentence with the word ‘wish’ in it. Got it?”
“Like, I wish—”
Before Kyle finished, I slapped his mouth to stop him. “Not one word,” I whispered. The scary spectral suddenly stood beside Kyle.
“Fine specimen.” She eyed him. “He’ll do in a pinch.” Her body shook from the eruption of a guttural chuckle.
“We don’t require your services, whoever you are. Please go back now.”
“Are you making a wish for me to leave?” Her eyes widened as her tongue slid out and licked over snarling lips. Her hands reached for Kyle.
“Don’t touch him,” I screamed.
Kyle jerked back, stumbling over the coffee table and nearly sprawling into the fireplace. He jumped up fast, shaking his hand. “Damn, burnt my fingers.”
The woman shot out a horrifying cackled, creating a wave of goosebumps down my spine. “I’m taking him.” A wind gusted me aside, and Kyle froze in place, only his wide eyes scanning the area in front of him.
“I said, don’t touch him!” I pushed my way through the gale of air, chanting protection mantras for Kyle and me.
The woman melded into another image—a human-sized grub worm, pustules coating its wrinkled skin, and it moved in front of Kyle. The worm opened along its center, showing grizzly insides lined with pointy teeth. It shuffled closer to Kyle.
Kyle’s eyes moved wildly.
I grabbed the sage and lavender smudge pack I’d forgotten to use before Kyle arrived, lit it, and waved the smoke as I ran toward the entity. “Archangel Michael, I call upon you to take this entity of darkness where mother earth and father sky can best direct its beneficiary properties,” I repeated three times.
As my words ended, a hole opened beneath the vermin, and boney hands reached out and grabbed the lower section of the grub, hauling it down into the fires.
I stood between the entity and Kyle.
His arms slid around me, drawing me back as if he had an inkling of what happened in front of me.
“You’re back, unfrozen.” I entwined my fingers with his.
He kissed the side of my face from behind my shoulder and whispered, “What just happened?”
The grub disappeared, screaming in a high-pitched shrill, and in a stinky puff of smoke that sounded like a nasty belch, the flooring settled back in place as if nothing had occurred.
“All I can say is the spectral turned into something else, supernatural. I don’t know about dark entities, other than ghosts. This thing wanted to eat you, Kyle.” I turned toward him inside his arms. Our lips met as tears rolled beside my nose, leaving a salty taste as I pulled away. “I didn’t know if I could stop it.” My stomach dropped. The thought of losing Kyle ran rampant through my head.
“You called in Archangel Michael. Impressive.” He smiled, showing his even teeth. “You know more than you think when it comes to stuff that goes bump in the night.” He kissed me again, taking his time, and I let him. Then he asked, “So, can I say the word—”
“—wish? Yes. Let me do it for you. I wish we were in bed, right now.”
Kyle lifted me into his arms, carrying me toward the bedroom.
“Wait!” I dropped to my feet and ran back to the coffee table, capping the candle. “No more mishaps, not while I have my way with you.” I grinned.
Kyle grabbed my hand and rushed me toward the bedroom. “I believe that’s my wish, not yours.”

 

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About S Peters-Davis

S. Peters-Davis writes multi-genre stories, but loves penning a good page-turning suspense-thriller, especially when it’s a ghost story and a romance. When she’s not writing, editing, or reading, she’s hiking, RV’ing, fishing, playing with grandchildren, or enjoying time with her favorite muse (her husband) in Southwest Michigan.

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