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Hi Everyone!
My critique partner, author Georgia Lyn Hunter, is here again today for part two of her interview and more goodness from her Fallen Guardians series. This time, she brought along an excerpt from Echo Mine. BTW, it’s currently *FREE* on Smashwords, so check it out! Enjoy! 🙂

Hi Georgia Lyn, thanks for being on the blog two days in a row! So fun to have you here! Please tell my readers a bit about yourself.
I’ve been creating stories from the moment I could string two words together. No matter the tale, it always has romance woven through them. Yes, I’m a hopeless romantic. When I’m not writing or plotting new books, I like to read, travel, paint, or troll flea markets where I usually buy things I might never actually use because they’re so pretty—who can resist those displays.
I come from the beautiful country of South Africa, and currently live in the Middle East. After working in a few jobs (all art related), a chosen career as a fashion designer, then an art teacher, I finally found my passion nearly five years ago: writing. There really is no other job I’d rather do.
What do you do when your muse decides to play hide?
Read or start work on something different–why I always beat Dammit (that’s my muse’s name) by working on two projects.
How long did it take you do write first draft of Echo, Mine and then completion of said manuscript?
I wrote the rough draft in one night (four hours-LOL–I amazed myself with that one ) and completion of manuscript was two weeks. I really enjoyed going back to my favorite couple from Absolute Surrender.
What inspired you to write Echo, Mine?
It was more a spur of the moment decision. I wondered what came after Absolute Surrender ended, after the happily ever after. So one night I just wrote for myself at first. In one night I wrote the draft and was so excited at what was revealed, I expanded it into a novella.
When a story doesn’t work out quite the way you wanted, do you trash it after it’s written, or set it aside for a look later?
Oh, I never trash anything. I set it aside, then come back after a few weeks and brutally cut off what had me stopping in the first place. (I still keep a saved copy of the original.)
As a writer, do you often spend as much time researching a book as writing it. Do you explore Google and YouTube sites or visit specific locations?
All of the time. I must get a feel for the place and facts, before I write any story.
And what are you currently working on?
Right now, I’m writing the draft of my 3rd book from my Fallen Guardian series.
Thanks for visiting again today! Now, tell us a little about Echo Mine…
Title: Echo Mine (#1.5) After a horrifying incident that left her in a coma for several long months, Echo now has to get used to a different life. As a descendant of a powerful angel, her days waver between training as the new Healer and convincing her mate she’s strong enough to match him in life and in bed. A surprise date night gives her the perfect opportunity to do both. But plans have a way of coming unraveled. One disaster leads to another, and Echo accepts that nothing in their lives will ever be normal. But the biggest revelation of the night comes after she kills a dangerous, soul-sucking demon. Sparks fly between her and her mate, proving that normal is most definitely overrated. Amazon | Nook | Smashwords | Kobo | iBooks |
EXCERPT: PG:
She rested her arms on the white, damask-covered table. “I’m so glad you could take a night off.”
Aethan leaned back in his chair, his brow creasing. “We’ve always had that option, we just didn’t utilize it.” His gaze held hers. Warm. Soft. “There was no need to before.”
Understanding struck. “Until me.”
“Until you.”
She smiled. “Then I’m glad you’ve taken it. I like this. You, me, here.”
He covered her hand on the table. “We both needed this. At the castle, you’re always busy, training with Hedori, lessons with that idiot Lore—”
“Lore’s not so bad, Aethan. Just don’t react to his taunting. You know those angels will take their enjoyment anyway they can. As for the training, it’s important to me, but you could always change your mind and teach me yourself, you know.”
“I don’t think I’d be a good trainer for you. Besides…” His gaze skimmed over her face, a sensual glint in his eyes. “Every time I have you under me, on the floor, I get distracted.”
She swallowed. While that may have been true once, Aethan no longer made love to her on the spur of the moment, except in bed. She appreciated his care and consideration, but dammit, she was tired of the gentleness. She wanted the man who had a voracious, no-holds-barred appetite when it came to sex—she wanted the downpour—the thunderstorm. She wanted all that back.
Her gaze lingered on the untouched strawberries…she wasn’t hungry, but she’d use whatever weapons she had. Before tonight was over, Aethan would have no idea what hit him. That iron will of his would be nothing but a puddle of raw desire.
“Fine,” she said, taking a sip of her drink before he cottoned onto her plan and armed up. “I guess Hedori will have to do. But I’m giving you fair warning, Aethan. I’m going to ask one of the others to spar with me, too. I need to learn to fight with different opponents. Týr is vicious. I like his style.” Setting her glass down, she hid a smile as Aethan narrowed his eyes. “And Blaéz, he’s real brutal, fights like a street fighter—truly amazing. As for Dagan…” She frowned then shrugged. “I haven’t really seen him fight. Guess I’ll find out soon enough.”
“They won’t fight you.”
“Why not? Ugh, Aethan, you didn’t?” She gave him a disgusted look. “Did you warn them off?”
A faint smile touched his mouth. “No. I haven’t. But they won’t.”
Dammit, they were all alike.
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To read the full first chapter and a steamy one, click HERE –>
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Hi Everyone!
My critique partner, author Georgia Lyn Hunter, is here today for an interview. She brought along an excerpt from her recent release, Breaking Fate. Let me tell you, her alpha hero Blaez is utter Awesome Sauce. Enjoy! 🙂

Hi Georgia Lyn, tell my readers a bit about yourself.
I’ve been creating stories from the moment I could string two words together. No matter the tale, it always has romance woven through them. Yes, I’m a hopeless romantic. When I’m not writing or plotting new books, I like to read, travel, paint, or troll flea markets where I usually buy things I might never actually use because they’re so pretty. After working in a few jobs (all art related), a chosen career as a fashion designer, then an art teacher, I finally found my passion nearly five years ago: writing. There really is no other job I’d rather do. Oh, and I live in the beautiful country of South Africa.
Give us one fact about yourself.
I like solitude. In a crowd, I tend to miss conversation because my mind drifts, I don’t know what to do with people. 🙂
Is that what inspired you to start writing?
What? Living the life of a hermit? No. I love reading, and wanted to give my five cents worth on how to fail spectacularly by not finishing a manuscript. I’m kidding. The paranormal. Love everything about it, especially angels, gods and demons. I always wanted to write a story about them, my way.
Do you apply your life experience to your books?
Ah… I think not, but it does creep in anyway.
When a story doesn’t work out quite the way you wanted, do you trash it after it’s written, or set it aside for a look later?
Oh, I never trash anything. I set it aside, then come back after a few weeks and brutally cut off what had me stopping in the first place. (I still keep a saved copy of the original.)
Will you ever branch out into different genre?
Right now I’m writing my first contemporary romance. Love it! 🙂
Thanks for sharing with us, today! Now, tell us a little about your latest release…
Title: Breaking Fate (#2) An immortal without a soul is bad enough. But when his only tether to remaining honorable is his addiction to bone-crushing pain, it makes Blaéz a dangerously loose cannon. A Guardian sworn to protect mortals from supernatural evil, Blaéz straddles the edge of darkness as his needs grow. When a good deed brings him to the doorstep of a female unlike any other, one whose touch ignites emotions long lost in the hellish pits of Tartarus, he’s determined not to lose her. She belongs to him. But she’s human. Forbidden. And bringing her into his life may just destroy them both. Darci Callahan has given up on love. But when a lethally handsome stranger suddenly appears late one night, she finds herself inexplicably drawn to the captivating man with the pale, empty eyes—a man who awakens in her a desire she never believed possible. Except Blaéz brings more than unexpected passion to her life, he brings danger. In this treacherous new world of gods and demons, Darci soon discovers a heart-shattering truth and the twisted games the gods play. She’s forced to accept that, sometimes, no matter how much you love someone, you have to love them enough to let them go. Amazon | Nook | Kobo | Smashwords | iBooks |
(PG) Excerpt:
A scene between Michael, the Guardian’s leader, and Blaéz after he’d deliberately missed a meeting. (He went after the heroine)
Michael strode inside, circled the heavy equipment, and sat across from Blaéz on a workout bench. The old tee he wore looked like the moths had had a great time feasting on it. It didn’t surprise Blaéz that the archangel was still here when he rarely stayed at the castle. It was expected after Blaéz had missed the “chat” last night.
Well, he’d been busy…stalking. He couldn’t make the meet.
Michael’s eerie blue eyes settled on him. They appeared like shattered sapphires, as if he’d lived through a brutal torture. The jagged pieces never quite fit anymore, allowing a strange silvery glow through.
“What’s going on?”
Time for his grilling. With no way to escape this one-on-one with the snarly male, Blaéz said, “You know what I am. Why the questions now?”
Michael picked up a three hundred pound weight and began his arm curls. “For centuries, every few months you disappear for days at a time. I gave you space, understood you needed it. But that time in Tartarus has long passed. You’re losing all your cognitive skills, ones that make you a Guardian. Sure, you do the job, but there’s a lack of care now.”
Blaéz heard the unasked question. Maybe he should have felt guilty that he cared so little about his own health, his life. After all, Michael had given up more than his status as the leader of the archangels, lost something irreplaceable to free him–free all of them from that hellish hole. And he’d chosen to stay on as their leader. Why anyone would want to take charge of moody, temperamental fallen ex-gods, Blaéz had no idea.
Still, he could never reveal the reality of what he’d done…still did, or where he disappeared to every few months. Days he could never speak off. The truth would crush the warriors.
He functioned on autopilot in his role as a Guardian. Nothing more than an automaton. It’s why meeting Darci, and the emotions that had unfurled so briefly, yanked him by the balls.
“You’re becoming self-destructive,” Michael snapped.
He was way past self-destructive.
He reeked of Hell.
Couldn’t the Arc smell it on him?
Blaéz brushed the sweat from his brow and pounded harder on the fast moving belt. A slow burn started in his thigh muscles, followed by a trickle of pain. “It’s been three and a half millennia, you think I’m a loose cannon, then take me out.”
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To read the Prologue, the entire first chapter, along with a steamy one, click HERE –>
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Hi Everyone,
It’s vampire time! Author Sheila Stewart brings her vampire paranormal romance to the blog today. Enjoy! Happy release month to Sheila! 🙂
Title: Seducing the Darkness Trinity was once a fragile girl. Being taken by a powerful vampire prince changed her. Discovering him in the arms of another woman changed destiny. Alone, she’s learned fast how to be tough, how to survive, and how to protect the people in her city from the evil that lurks in the dark. She was managing just fine, until Basil walked back into her life. Basil Hawthorn has been the reigning prince of vampires since banishing his father to the Realm of Dark Mystics decades earlier. When a prophetic dream makes him realize Trinity’s life is at risk, he decides the only way to save her is to push her away. Doing so is not easy. Trinity is the only woman he has ever loved, ever will love, and he can’t seem to let her go. When rumors arise of a plan to raise the King and blot out the sun, both Trinity and Basil know they must do everything to stop it. Even if it means working together. Despite the betrayal and the threat, they find themselves drawn to each other. Love has no boundaries, especially in the face of danger. But will they be able to stop the ritual before it’s too late? Or will the darkness capture them both? |
“I don’t think you want to be doing that.”
The tall, gangly, greasy haired vampire jerked and spun around to face Trinity. His teeth were primed for the kill, his yellow eyes glaring at Trinity as if she were his next meal. The poor girl in his arms was wailing something awful.
Now you regret going through the dark alley.
“Yeah, says who?”
Trinity lifted a brow, cocked her body to one side and rested her hand on her hip. “Jesus, could you have said anything more lame? Let the girl go and no one has to get hurt.” Okay, so that wasn’t completely the truth. He would be more than hurt when this was over.
He would be dust.
“How ‘bout I keep her and you wait against the wall until I’m done?” He jerked the girl towards him, yanking her head back to expose her neck. He was just about to bite down when Trinity placed a hand on his shoulder. He looked up and his face froze.
“How ‘bout I don’t.” Trinity bared her fanged teeth to show him she was not going to back off. “Beat it kid.” She clamped her hand on the vampires shoulder, her nails digging into his flesh as she jerked her head at the girl. As she’d suspected, the guy was a wimp.
He released the girl who immediately ran off screaming.
“Now, you wanna take off, or am I going to have to mess up that pretty face of yours?” she asked sarcastically as she glared down at him.
“You couldn’t handle me, bitch.” He slapped her hand free, then curling his fingers in a fist, threw a punch at her face.
She was ready and ducked out of the way. Slicing her hand up, she chopped him in the neck, sending him crumbling on the ground. “You don’t want to mess with me, jerk,” she advised as she planted a booted foot on his jugular. The razor blades she had attached to the toe drew a small amount of dull gray, deoxygenated blood as she pressed it just below his chin.
“Go ahead and dust him, he’s useless.”
Trinity glared over her shoulder at the man she had once been destined for and felt her heart ache. She couldn’t stop herself from admiring the beauty of the man before her. His long dark hair floated in the light breeze sweeping away from a face sculpted of fine bone and delicate skin. He looked so dark and dangerous in that long, black leather coat he always wore. One look into his translucent blue eyes turned her heart to mush.
Then she reminded herself how much she detested him…
Raised on a rural farm in Saskatchewan, Canada, Shiela Stewart relied on her vivid imagination to fill her days. Never did she realize that her need to tell a story would someday lead to becoming a published author.
In the fall of two thousand and six, Shiela published her very first book and she hasn’t stopped since.
When not writing, Shiela spends time with the love of her life and biggest supporter, William. She enjoys doting on her children and granddaughter. She has a strong affection for animals which is evident in the five cats, one dog, plenty of fish and one turtle she owns.
Some of her other passions are home décor, crocheting and knitting.
Hi Everyone,
Here’s a treat for you from my writer pal, C. J. Burright. Magic, Dreamcasters, a kickass female lead, and much more. Enjoy! 🙂
Title: Wonderfully Wicked DREAMS CAN BE DEADLY She’s an ordinary girl with a nightmare problem… For as long as she can remember, Kalila Montgomery has been tormented by creatures from her nightmares. Doomed to a solitary life with a herd of cats, she’s determined to go down fighting. Until the man of her dreams–literally–kidnaps her and claims to know a cure. If only she believed him… He’s not your average supernatural hero… Lydon v’al Endrian will stop at nothing to be free of the V’alkara, a dangerous brotherhood who feed on dreams. But the key to his freedom, sassy dreamcaster Kalila, might be his toughest challenge yet. No matter how much she protests, he intends to keep her safe from the V’alkara…even if it requires the ultimate sacrifice. Their love is forbidden… Now on the run with a man she can’t quite trust or resist, Kalila must decide–fight for her dream of a normal life? Or embrace a power she doesn’t want to save Lydon? |
The way he said her name, sweet as a caress, shivered in ribbons down her spine, but her chest constricted. If he knew her name, what else did he know?
“You want to kill me.” A statement, not a question. A test, a dare.
Lydon’s head tilted to the side, lips curved into a sly, I-know-your-secret smile.
Her second vision, the heated, disturbing one, flared to life. How soft and sinful those lips had felt on her skin, drifting over the curve of her neck.
“Naughty dreams.” His voice lowered to a husky tone, another velvet echo of the dream.


About C. J. BurrightC. J. Burright resides Oregon and while she has worked for years in a law office, she avoids writing legal thrillers and instead leans toward urban fantasy, paranormal romance, or fantasy romance. A member of Romance Writers of America and the Fantasy, Futuristic & Paranormal chapter, C. J. also has her 4th Dan Black Belt in Tae Kwon Do and insists on incorporating at least one fight scene in her novels. In her slivers of spare time, she enjoys working out, music, gardening, Assassin’s Creed and rooting on the Seattle Mariners. She shares a house with her husband, daughter, and a devoted herd of cats. C. J. is represented by Brittany Booker of The Booker Albert Literary Agency. Connect with C. J. Burright |
Hello Dear Readers,
I hope you had a wonderful Halloween weekend! We’re kicking off November with a spotlight on science fiction. Here’s the debut novel from fellow Champagne Books author, Colleen S. Meyers. Happy release month to Colleen! 🙂
Title: Must Remember Nineteen-year-old Elizabeth ‘Beta’ Camden is a survivor. When the E’mani—those pale alien freaks—destroy Earth with a plague of madness and scoop up the remains, Beta is one of the ‘lucky’ ones. For years, she endures their tortures, experiments and games. Then one day, she manages to escape their ship with her life, and no memory of her time with them. Stranded on their world, Beta wanders the mountains, looking for a way home. She stumbles onto the Fost—the E’mani’s ancient enemy. Their war with the E’mani is old and rooted in magic that the Fost once had and the E’mani crave. Magic Beta soon discovers she’s developing along with strange tattoos and disturbing glimpses of her past. The Fost take her in and train her in their ways. As she spends more time with them, she falls in love with their culture and with Marin—he of the hot hands and slit eyes. But the E’mani took her for a reason and they want her back—dead or alive. If Beta doesn’t remember that reason soon, they’re all going to die. AllRomance | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Champagne | Kobo |
Oy. No more weekday frat parties for me, no matter how
noble the cause, especially when I have a test the next day. What was
I thinking? And last minute cramming with a headache was not a
good idea either. Forget it. My eyes drifted to the clock.
And now I was late. Damn it. With a sigh, I threw down my
pencil and scrambled up, my head throbbing. I traded my Eeyore
jammies for skinny jeans and a fitted white t-shirt. Shoes, where
were my shoes? Gah. I ducked and rooted around in the deep, dark
spaces under my bed. Hmm, the green dress I borrowed from Sarah.
Mental note: I need to return that. English book, various dust
bunnies of uncertain lineage…there.
Sketchers on, I grabbed my backpack, turned up my iPod,
and ran out the door. No time to primp.
Good thing the campus I lived on was small. There was a big
central courtyard—the quad—filled with towering oak trees and
wide-open spaces surrounded by squat school buildings and
classrooms. If I hurried, I’d make it…
I raced into the quad out of breath and slowed, turning in a
complete circle.
Huh.
No one around. Unease skittered through me on soft paws.
The courtyard was always busy. I pulled my headphones out of my
ears. Was there some sort of event I didn’t know about going on?
The unnatural silence pressed in on me for a second as the
echoes of my steps faded.
Then screams—men’s and women’s—poured from Main
Street. I broke into a run and shot between the buildings toward the
sound.
Cars littered the intersection. Some guy rear-ended someone
else, causing a chain reaction down the road. A horn blared nearby
and a faint breeze blew the smell of gasoline, smoke, and copper my
way. Clusters of people stood among the wreckage.

Colleen plays many roles. Not only is she a veteran, a mother, and a practicing physician, but she is a writer of science fiction and contemporary romances. Colleen’s dreams include surviving her son’s teenage years, exploring every continent on this planet, except Antartica, ’cause that’s way too cold, and winning the Nobel peace prize. Dream BIG! Currently she is publishing her first novel, MUST REMEMBER, this month.
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Hi Everyone!
Just in time for Halloween, here’s another Wolf shifter romance for you, compliments of author Deena Remiel. Happy release month to Deena! 🙂
Title: Disquieted Souls Willow Bennett, a fashion photographer, has had enough of the career that’s blackened her soul, and wants out. Her passion lies in taking pictures of nature, and she’s determined to make a living from doing it. When she stumbles upon a gruesome scene in the Black Hills Forest, her life is forever changed. Greyson shouldn’t be alive. As the runt of the litter, his mother left him to die in the wilderness. Picked up by Drew, son of the Alpha, he is adopted into the Tao Pack. Rather than living a charmed life, he lives his days alone, tormented by his abandonment and his unique appearance. His soul yearns for acceptance, peace, and closure. Willow could be the answer to Greyson’s prayers, or the very death of him. |
“Are you a fugitive from the law?”
He bared a perfect set of pearly white teeth any mother would be proud of and chuckled. “No. And I’ve never been arrested, either. You can relax.”
“So,” she pressed on, breathing easier once again. “You have a thing against the medical profession?”
He turned his face toward her, and she could now confirm his eyes, one rich amber with golden flecks, the other the deepest blue, were as beguiling as she’d figured. “You could say I’m a fast healer. I’ll be fine in a couple of days…Willow.”
When he spoke her name, it was as though he’d spread a coat of silky chocolate over her entire body and licked every ounce of it off with his tongue. Her palms tingled, her face flushed, and she shifted in her seat to ease the growing ache down low.
“Fast is one thing, but you’d need to be supernatural to bounce back from these wounds in a couple of days. Insert foot in mouth, Will.” She groaned and dropped her head into her hands.
“What do you mean?” His voice returned to a shaky whisper, but she heard him just fine.
She shrugged off her embarrassment and peered up at him. Enough dancing around the issue. She needed answers now that he was conscious and looking all delicious despite his injuries. So, she ignored his question and asked the first of many of her own. “Who are you?”
“My name is Greyson. Thanks for fixing me up. I’m sure you did an awesome job.”
“You’re welcome. I’m no doctor, but I make a damn good triage nurse in the wilderness when I need to. Back to you, Greyson. What the hell are you? And what actually happened out there? I can only guess, but I want the whole story. From the beginning. I don’t think it’s too much to ask…considering.”
“What if it is?”
“What if it is what?”
“Too much to ask.”
Writing urban fantasy, paranormal romance, and suspense, Deena spends her days and nights playing in the Garden of Good and Evil. She’s been known to have downed a few beers with her angels and even put Satan in his place a time or two. She lives in Arizona with her husband and two teenagers. When she’s not writing, she’s teaching kids how to.
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Hi Everyone!
Halloween is the perfect time to talk about preternatural creatures, wouldn’t you agree? My Wolf shifter top ten first appeared on Fangtastic Books during my recent tour for Under A Mating Moon, a Wolf shifter paranormal romance. In case you missed it, here it is…Enjoy! 🙂
In no particular order…
1. The Underworld movies. Love all of those digitally rendered Lycans.
2. Wolf (1994), starring Jack Nicholson. Seriously, it’s **Jack Nicholson**. Enough said. 🙂
3. An American Werewolf in London (1981). Great humor and creepy transformation effects.
4. Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Seth Green as Oz is the best. It’s **Joss Whedon’s** work, people!
5. Vampire Diaries. Michael Trevino as Tyler Lockwood is super broody but fun.
6. True Blood. Joe Manganiello as Alcide Herveaux. The definition of sexy.
7. The Originals. Joseph Morgan as Niklaus Mikaelson. He’s a vampire/werewolf hybrid, but one hundred percent entertaining badass!
8. Immortals After Dark Series by Kresley Cole. Love all of her werewolves, particularly the stubborn and sexy Bowen MacRieve.
9. Guardian series by Keri Arthur. Riley Jenson, a vampire/werewolf hybrid. A fierce heroine and fun to read.
10. Anita Blake series by Laurell K. Hamilton. All her wolves are fascinating, especially kindhearted, sexy, and brave Jason.
There you have it. Our furry, fangy friends are loads of fun… Happy Halloween!
As you can imagine, this writer of paranormal stories loves Halloween. And what better way to celebrate than a true, spooky story? 🙂
This Fae tale made its first appearance in the blogosphere on Rita Bay’s Blog in 2013. Stop by Rita’s blog for a yummy pumpkin bread recipe. Treats and tales, a winning combo! Enjoy…
Bumped by the Banshee
By Celia Breslin
(Based on actual events as recounted to me by my Irish grandmother – Yes, this really happened to her!)
I lived in a large two-story house with my parents, sister and grandmother. It was a cold, winter evening, nothing special or out of the ordinary. The family dined together, then my sister and I cleaned up while our parents and grandmother drank tea. We joined them at the dining table to do our homework, but my grandmother said she was tired and went upstairs to bed. My parents followed shortly after that, but my father paused on the landing.
“Maeve, it’s going to be a cold night. Fetch us some coal, please.”
I abandoned my homework, grabbed the empty coal bucket from the kitchen, and went down into the cellar. I filled my bucket and returned to the stairs. I had one foot on the first step when the temperature in the cellar, already cold, dropped dramatically. Chills ran down my back. Behind me, someone moaned.
But how could that be? I was alone…
Terror rooted me to the spot. The keening grew louder. I dropped my bucket and covered my ears. A cold wind bumped against my back. I stumbled forward as the shrieking wind rushed over me and up the stairs.
But how could that be? The cellar had no windows…
Above me, the cellar door slammed shut. The sound broke me from my stupor. I screamed and ran from the cellar, through the kitchen and dining room, up the stairs to my room. My parents and sister found me under my bed, shaking like a puppy lost in a snowstorm.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” They asked me, while pulling me from my hiding place.
“I heard the Banshee wail.”
We stared at each other in silence, all of us reaching the same conclusion moments later. We hurried to my grandmother’s room.
She was dead.
Copyright 2013, Celia Breslin, all rights reserved. No part of this family story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical without my permission. Thank you for respecting copyright! 🙂
Hello Dear Readers,
Laughing Vixen Lounge is here today, bringing you a fantastic prize package giveaway! Plus, I’ll share my favorite spooky movie with you, definitely a must-see for horror fans. Enjoy, and good luck in the giveaway!
xo, Celia
Halloween is just around the corner and it’s time for the 4th annual Attack of the 14 Nights of Halloween Giveaway from Laughing Vixen Lounge. 7 wickedly fun shops have come together to create one spooktalcular Prize Pack ($225+) full of Jewelry, Perfume, Clothing, Accessories, and more! All shops are offering Gift Cards or your choice of item(s), so there will be something for everyone. Many of the shops have items perfect for any book lover along with lots of other unique, handcrafted and custom designs. You can enter via the Rafflecopter below or visit the Main Giveaway Page on the Laughing Vixen Lounge Blog HERE.
Join us daily on the Laughing Vixen Lounge Blog during the giveaway for our Halloween Movie Marathon featuring the Guess the Movie Game and our Murder Mystery Scavenger Hunt. Each event will get you daily entries in the giveaway plus a special giveaway for the Murder Mystery Scavenger Hunt. Find full details for these events HERE.
October is the perfect time for watching spooky movies. Along with the Halloween Movie Marathon each of our participating shops, and many of our blog sponsors, will be sharing some of their favorite movie choices with you (Celia’s included below!)…
I’m a HUGE Joss Whedon fan. So, of course, my favorite horror movie of all time comes from Mr. Genius Joss: THE CABIN IN THE WOODS. A goldmine of great dialogue, superior pacing and chills, a masterful blend of comedy and horror…
Here’s a sample quote:
“Hey, shh, no. I totally get it. I’m sorry I let you get attacked by a werewolf and then ended the world.”
More quotes and info at IMDB.COM
Movie Poster Image: “CitwTeaserSmall” by Source. Licensed under Fair use via Wikipedia.
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