Hi Everyone!

Happy November! I hope you had a spooktacular Halloween. We walked around and enjoyed the fabulous decorations. Plus, I released my new story, The Lady of the Oak, as a gift to my newsletter subscribers. I’ll upload to stores this month and share a snippet with you later this week. If you’d like the gift copy (plus The Night Hag, too), sign up for my newsletter here, then follow this link to claim your copy. For today, let’s have a look at Rose Kent’s Monster Match series. Be sure to enter her tour giveaway, too.
Happy Reading,
xoxo,
Celia

Matchmaking monsters, one heart at a time.
A Temptress For the Troll
Monster Match Book 3
by Rose Kent
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Kate always had a soft spot for the misunderstood and the lonely.
As the founder of Monster Match, the premiere matchmaking service for creatures
of the night, she took pride in helping vampires, werewolves, sasquatches, and
ghosts find their mates. But her latest client would be her most challenging
yet.
Grug the troll was a 7-foot, awkward yet gentle giant who
loved poetry, daisies, and long walks through the cemetery. After centuries
alone under his bridge, he was ready to find love. But female trolls were
notoriously picky. Kate would have to dig deep and think outside the crypt to
find Grug’s perfect match.
Things take a dark turn when Kate discovers that several
female trolls who used Monster Match have gone missing. As she investigates,
she finds herself drawn into a dangerous underworld of troll politics, ancient
curses, and deadly secrets. With Grug’s help, Kate must solve the mystery
before more lady trolls disappear. Will Kate find Grug a match before he gives
up on love forever?
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the daring alter ego of a passionate science teacher, devoted mom, and proud
pet owner. Within my paranormal, fantasy romance stories you will find a fiery
mix of lust, love, and magic. I work hard to weave vivid tales of forbidden
love, uncomfortable angst, pulse-pounding action, and otherworldly creatures
that will keep you hooked from the very first page. Come join me on a wild ride
through the realm of the supernatural, where passion and the unknown collide to
create a truly magical reading experience.
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Hi Blog Pals,
Vampires are on the blog today, yay! Meet author M. Guida and check out her French Quarter Vampire King series. Plus, a Halloween cocktail recipe – *YUM* – and a tour giveaway, too.
Happy Reading!
xoxo,
Celia


Chains of Blood and Darkness
French Quarter Vampire King
M Guida
Genre: Dark Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Buffalo Mountain Press
Date of Publication: October 23, 2024
ISBN: 9798333325686
ASIN: B0D5R9YMB7
Number of pages: 340
Word Count: 82792
Cover Artist: Jackie
Kidnapped from my college campus as just as I’ve tasted freedom, then sold to the Angel of Death—Angelo Santi, the vampire mafia King.
I’m now a captive in a world I never knew existed, caught in a tangled web of ancient feuds and dangerous desires.
He claims that I have the power to save his people by reigniting a dying magical stone.
He’s delusional. I have no powers, but if I try to escape, he’ll start by killing my best friend and move to everyone I’ve ever loved.
As if that is not bad enough, the bodies of murdered women who look just like me keep turning up in the French Quarter.
Someone is framing him. That same person is hunting me.
Angelo’s the only man that I’ve ever trusted to protect me, but he’s a temptation that could lead to my ruin.
While his heart may be cold as his ice, the seductive vampire king sets my soul on fire. In this twisted game of blood and darkness, nothing is as it seems…except the intensity of our passion.


Kiss of Blood and Sin
M Guida
Genre: Dark Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Buffalo Mountain Press
Date of Publication: September 25, 2024
Number of pages: 300
Word Count: 80,776
Cover Artist: Jacqueline Sweet
I never wanted to be a mafia princess. But I wasn’t given that choice when my brother turned me.
Now he’s the mafia king and his enemies want me dead. His magical mirrors shows my impending murder without revealing the assassin. It could be anyone, and I trust no one. Until I meet Dimitri Dragan.
My brother would never agree for me to claim a born vampire with a sketchy past. But I’ll fight to make him mine. I didn’t have a choice in becoming a vampire, but I have a choice in who I love.
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Chosen Blood Bloody Mary
by M. Guida
The Chosen Blood Bloody Mary is a striking cocktail that combines the classic elements of a Bloody Mary with a unique twist, inspired by the world of vampires and New Orleans. The beet juice adds a deeper red color, symbolizing the Chosen Blood, and imparts a slightly sweet, earthy flavor that complements the spicy, savory notes of the drink. The garlic and black pepper-infused vodka adds an extra layer of complexity and a hint of the supernatural.
Ingredients:
• 2 oz vodka (infused with garlic and black pepper)
• 4 oz tomato juice (preferably homemade or high-quality)
• 1 oz fresh beet juice (for a richer, blood-red color and earthy flavor)
• 1/2 oz lemon juice
• 1/2 oz lime juice
• 3 dashes Worcestershire sauce
• 3 dashes hot sauce (like Tabasco)
• 1/4 tsp horseradish
• 1/4 tsp smoked paprika
• Pinch of celery salt
• Pinch of black pepper
• Pinch of sea salt
Garnish:
• Celery stalk with leaves
• Lemon and lime wedges
• Pickled green bean or asparagus
• Stuffed olive
• Mini skewer of cherry tomatoes and mozzarella balls
• Fresh basil leaf
Instructions:
1. Infuse Vodka: Prepare the vodka by infusing it with garlic and black pepper. To do this, add 2-3 peeled garlic cloves and 1 teaspoon of black peppercorns to a bottle of vodka. Let it sit for at least 24 hours (up to a week for a stronger infusion), then strain the vodka to remove the solids.
2. Prepare the Glass: Rub a lemon or lime wedge around the rim of a tall glass, then dip the rim into a mixture of sea salt and smoked paprika.
3. Mix the Drink: In a shaker or mixing glass, combine the infused vodka, tomato juice, beet juice, lemon juice, lime juice, Worcestershire sauce, hot sauce, horseradish, smoked paprika, celery salt, black pepper, and sea salt. Stir well to combine.
4. Fill the Glass: Fill the prepared glass with ice cubes, then pour the Bloody Mary mixture over the ice.
5. Garnish: Garnish with a celery stalk, lemon and lime wedges, pickled green bean or asparagus, stuffed olive, and a mini skewer of cherry tomatoes and mozzarella balls. Add a fresh basil leaf for a fragrant touch.
6. Serve: Serve immediately, stirring slightly to keep the flavors well mixed.
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Hi Blog Pals,
I’m wrapping up the Halloween story, huzzah! More on that soon. Speaking of new stories, I was interviewed this month over at Coffee Time Romance, and I chatted about my new cyborg series. Btw, there’s still time to pre-order the BEYOND EARTH anthology, aka the current home of Claiming Kaden, cyborg story #1, for a whopping 99 pennies (USD). 🤩 Now, let’s have a look at some Urban Fantasy goodness from author JC Andrijeski. Be sure to enter her tour giveaway too!
Happy Reading!
xoxo,
Celia


Black In White
Quentin Black Mystery, Book One
by JC Andrijeski
Genre: Urban Fantasy Mystery Romance
Publisher: White Sun Press
Date of Publication: September 9, 2015
ISBN: ISBN-13: 978-1545436714
ISBN-10: 1545436711
ASIN: B01554ZHH6
Number of pages: 268
Word Count: 76,755
Cover Artist: Damonza
Meet Quentin Black: Private Investigator. Psychic. Possible murderer.
Gifted with an uncanny sense about people, psychologist Miri Fox works as a profiler for the San Francisco police. When her best friend, homicide detective Nick Tanaka, thinks he’s finally nailed the serial murderer known as the “Wedding Killer,” she agrees to check him out, using her gift to discover the truth.
But the suspect, Quentin Black, isn’t anything like Miri expects.
He claims to be hunting the killer too, and the longer Miri talks to him, the more determined she becomes to uncover his secrets.
When he confronts her about the nature of her peculiar “insight,” Miri gets pulled into Black’s bizarre world, and embroiled in a game of cat and mouse with a deadly killer–who might just be Black himself.
Worse, she finds herself irresistibly drawn to Black, a complication she doesn’t need with a best friend who’s a homicide cop and a boyfriend in intelligence.
Can Miriam see a way out or is her future covered in Black?
THE QUENTIN BLACK MYSTERY SERIES encompasses a number of dark, gritty paranormal mystery arcs with science fiction elements, starring brilliant and mysterious Quentin Black and forensic psychologist Miriam Fox. For fans of realistic paranormal mysteries with romantic elements, the series spans continents and dimensions as Black solves crimes, takes on other races and tries to keep his and Miri’s true identities secret to keep them both alive.
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I tilted my head, still smiling, but letting my puzzlement show.
“Why are you talking to me at all?” I asked finally.
“Why shouldn’t I talk to you?” he said. “I’ve already told you that you’re the first person to walk in here that I thought might be worth my attempting to communicate.”
“Because I’m female?” I said.
“Because you seem to be less of a fool than the rest of them,” he corrected me at once.
“But you said Nick had a mind?”
“I said he had a mind of sorts. Not the same thing at all. Although, given the nature of his intellect, he has undoubtedly chosen the right profession for himself.”
I smiled again. “I’m sure that will be quite a relief for him.”
I heard laughter in the earpiece that time, right before Nick spoke up.
“See if he’ll tell you his name,” he said to me.
“Certainly, if you really want to know,” the suspect said, before I could voice the question aloud.
“My name is Black. Quentin Black. Middle initial, R.”
I stared at him, still recovering from the fact that he’d seemingly heard Nick give me an instruction through the earpiece.
Clearly, he wanted me to know he’d heard it, too.
“You heard that?” I said to him.
“Good ear, yes?” he said. Smiling, he gave me a more cryptic, yet borderline predatory look.
“Less good with you, however. Significantly less good.”
He paused, studying my face with eyes full of meaning.
I almost got the sense he was waiting for me to reply—or maybe just to react.
When I didn’t, he leaned back in the chair, making another of those graceful, flowing gestures with his hand.
“I find that… fascinating, doc. Quite intriguing. Perhaps that is crossing a boundary with you again, however? To mention that?”
I paused on his words, then decided to dismiss them.
“Is that a real name?” I said. “Quentin Black. That doesn’t sound real. It sounds fake.”
“Real is all subjective, is it not?”
“So it’s not real, then?”
“Depends on what you mean.”
“Is it your legal name?”
“Again, depends on what you mean.”
“I mean, could you look it up in a database and actually get a hit somewhere?”
“How would I know that?” he said, making an innocent gesture with his hands, again within the limits of the metal cuffs.
Realizing I wasn’t going to get any more from him on that line of questioning, I changed direction. “What does the ‘R’ stand for?” I said.
“Rayne.”
“Quentin Rayne Black?” I repeated back to him, still not hiding my disbelief.
“Would you believe me if I said my parents had a sense of whimsy?” he asked me.
“No,” I said.
“Would you believe that I do, then?”
I snorted a laugh, in spite of myself. I heard it echoed through the earpiece, although I heard a few curses coming from that direction, too.
I shook my head at the suspect himself, but less in a “no” that time.
“Yes,” I conceded finally. “So it is a made-up name, then?”
The man calling himself Quentin Black only returned my smile. His eyes once again looked shrewd, less thoughtful and more openly calculating.
Even so, his weird comment about “listening” came back to me.
Truthfully, he was looking at me as if he were listening very hard.
The thought made me slightly nervous.
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Hi Everyone,
We’re halfway through Halloween month already, can you believe it? I hope you’ve had a chance to check out my book tour to enter the giveaway and read excerpts from my Black Hills Wolves stories. I’ll also share an excerpt from my upcoming Halloween story, Lady of the Oak, here on the blog this month. For today, Roxanne Rhoads is here with her latest haunted history book. A perfect read for Halloween!
Happy Reading!
xoxo,
Celia

by Roxanne Rhoads
Publisher: Arcadia Publishing
Genre: Haunted History, Travel
Release Date: August 12, 2024
ISBN-13: 9781467157858
Pages: 128
Are you brave enough to visit Michigan’s most haunted hotels?
Delve into the unknown, embrace the eerie, and discover the haunted history that awaits.
From captivating tales of lingering lumber barons to lovelorn ladies and chilling stories of murder, Michigan’s hotels hold secrets that will send shivers down the spine.
Ghostly apparitions and mysterious whispers have terrified guests for years at Petoskey’s Terrace Inn and The House of Ludington in Escanaba, while eerie occurrences and disembodied voices wake guests in the night at Kalamazoo’s Henderson Castle Inn. Once named America’s Most Haunted City, Mackinac Island has enough ghosts to keep visitors sleepless for a lifetime.
Embark on a spine-chilling journey through the Mitten State with Haunted Flint author Roxanne Rhoads as she unveils the spooky history of Michigan’s most haunted hotels and inns.
Your haunted travels begin here… if you dare to check in.
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Preface- Exploring Energy and Hauntings in Liminal Spaces
Death is universal, yet not all places seem to echo with its lingering presence. Why do some locations become filled with the whispers of restless souls, while others seem to remain untouched by the spectral world? Perhaps the answer lies not just in the dead, but in the living – in the energy we leave behind, the echoes of history embedded in the walls, and the way our own senses filter the unseen world – so one explanation might lie within a complex combination of energy, environment, and human perception.
Imagine a spectrum of energy, encompassing all living things. When life flickers out, this energy doesn’t vanish; it transforms. For most, it flows onwards, moving on to the next realm. But for some, it gets caught, tangled in threads of unfinished business, trauma, or even fear of the unknown. These trapped energies, echoes of lives abruptly cut short, might imprint themselves on certain locations, leaving behind ghostly fingerprints. Think of a traumatic event, potent with emotion, replaying on a loop in your mind. Now imagine that energy imprinted on a physical space, a hotel room perhaps, where the tragedy unfolded.
We are beings of energy and after death that essence doesn’t simply vanish. Some believe certain spirits leave a mark, an imprint of their emotional turmoil etched into the fabric of a location. Like a record stuck on repeat, their anguish plays out in chilling echoes, haunting the halls of memory. This residual energy could manifest in ways perceptible to those sensitive enough – flickering lights, whispers in the night, unexplained chills.
Each spirit may vibrate on a different frequency, a conscious hum that allows interaction with the living. This explains why certain individuals, often those with heightened sensitivity, can perceive what others cannot. It’s like tuning a radio, able to pick up frequencies beyond the usual range. Some are tuned to the static hum of the every day, while others, with their sensitivity amplified by neurodiversity or environmental factors, can pick up faint, otherworldly signals.
People who are neurodiverse, like those on the autism spectrum or those with ADHD, often display a remarkable ability to perceive the paranormal. Studies suggest their enhanced awareness of their surroundings bleeds into the realm of the unseen, making them more susceptible to ghostly encounters.
Liminal spaces become canvases where our fears and anxieties mingle with the whispers of the past. It’s a potent cocktail that can ignite the imagination and leave even the most skeptical feeling a chill down their spine. This explains why transitional zones like hotels, are frequent haunts. Hotels exist on the threshold between the familiar and the unknown. They are temporary havens, holding echoes of countless lives. They blur boundaries, thinning the veil between worlds, and inviting the unseen to linger. This in-betweenness, echoing the Jungian concept of the collective unconscious, can trigger primal anxieties, making us feel unsettled.
Perhaps, then, hauntings are not solely about vengeful spirits or restless souls. Maybe they are a confluence of factors – trapped energy, sensitive individuals, and liminal spaces that amplify our perception of the unseen. This doesn’t diminish the chills that crawl down our spines, but it adds a layer of intrigue, suggesting that hauntings are not just supernatural anomalies, but windows into the complex interplay between mind, environment, and the lingering energy of life.
This fascination with the unseen has drawn me to the world of haunted hotels. Their odd energy, a blend of history, human emotion, and liminal space, invites us to explore the echoes of history and restless spirits trapped within their walls.

Roxanne Rhoads is an author, book publicist, mixed media artist, and lover of all things spooky. Her books include Haunted Flint and Ghosts and Legends of Genesee & Lapeer Counties.
She is the owner of Bewitching Book Tours, a virtual book tour and social media marketing company and she operates a Halloween blog- A Bewitching Guide to Halloween. She sells vintage treasures, handcrafted jewelry, art, and home decor through her Etsy store The Bewitching Cauldron, and in her antique booth, Bewitching Vintage Treasures.
When not reading or writing, Roxanne loves to craft, plan Halloween adventures, and search for unique vintage finds.
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Hi Blog Pals,
We continue our Halloween-themed posts for October with the Headless Horseman and Sleepy Hollow, brought to you by author Sam Baltrusis. Plus, enter his tour giveaway for a spooky candle.
Happy Reading!
xoxo,
Celia

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Ghosts of Sleepy Hollow:
Haunts of the Headless Horseman
Haunted America
by Sam Baltrusis
Genre: Ghosts & Hauntings
Publisher: History Press
Date of Publication: September 23, 2024
ISBN: 978-146715802
Number of pages: 144
Word Count: 32,500
Chilling tales of the Hudson Valley
Nestled on the banks of the Hudson River, Sleepy Hollow and Tarrytown are steeped in history and ghost lore. Famous for Washington Irving’s “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow,” the storied Westchester region also has a dark history of witches, spies, and pirates.
Rumors of Headless Horseman sightings surge during spooky season while visitors flock to the Valley’s haunted hot spots like the Old Dutch Church and the famed writer’s Sunnyside home.
Join author and journalist Sam Baltrusis on a bone-chilling journey through the streets of Sleepy Hollow as he breathes new life into the legendary village’s long-departed souls.
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Sleepy Hollow, New York is brimming with ghostly legends that have somehow taken on a life of their own.
Nestled on the banks of the Hudson River, the fabled region —which includes the adjoining Tarrytown— has become the go-to place during spooky season thanks to the popularity of Washington Irving’s “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.”
Late-night lantern tours in search of a decapitated soldier’s galloping ghost? Yes, please.
If one spends enough time walking through the labyrinthine paths of the village’s historic cemeteries, however, there’s something sinister oozing beneath Sleepy Hollow’s rustic, story-book facade.
It’s as if the entire hamlet is under some sort of enchantment. Or, as Irving penned in 1820, it oddly feels like the locals are somehow bewitched and “are subject to trances and visions.”
The revered writer referred to the area as the “spell-bound region,” and rightfully so. According to several first-hand accounts, creepy music and disembodied voices emerge out of thin air.
Based on Irving’s mythical take on his later-in-life hometown, it should be no surprise that the Headless Horseman isn’t the Valley’s only fearsome phantom seeking postmortem revenge.
The entire region seems to be teeming with paranormal activity. Several publications sensationally claim that both Sleepy Hollow and Tarrytown together make the “most haunted places in the world.”
But, is it?
After digging beneath the surface, it’s difficult to pinpoint what’s actually paranormal activity versus a made-up ghost story that has been collectively conjured over a 200-year period.
Alex Matsuo, a Maryland-based author and paranormal investigator who has written about the area’s alleged paranormal activity in her Spooky Stuff blog, believes that the line between fact and fiction is somehow blurred in Sleepy Hollow.
“After Washington Irving’s infamous tale plunged the area into fame, I would hypothesize that perhaps some of the paranormal activity could be attributed to thought-forms,” Matsuo told me. “There’s also the case of self-fulfilling prophecies that people can accomplish without realizing it.”
Matsuo cited the replica of the bridge in Sleepy Hollow Cemetery as a potential hotspot for ghostly encounters that are freakishly fueled by the expectations of thrill-seeking visitors.
“Just by knowing the tale and the true story behind it, they would already get a case of the creeps,” she explained. “Then, with tensions rising, they hear a branch break or footsteps, and they get really spooked. They go home and tell their friends and family about the creepy experience, unknowing that there was an animal nearby causing the ruckus.”
Also, there are what paranormal researchers call thought-forms or an outward manifestation of the heightened emotions of those who visit Sleepy Hollow during spooky season. Matsuo believes that based on this concept, extreme fear can somehow take a physical form within the spirit world.
“When you have a massive amount of people invested in a story, even a fictional story based on real people, that energy has to go somewhere,” she said. “In the case of Sleepy Hollow, it may have manifested into paranormal occurrences. I would guess that most of that energy is more organized, but I wouldn’t be surprised if some of that energy was displaced, which could explain some of the random paranormal events that have happened over the years.”
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SLEEPY HOLLOW’S HEADLESS HORSEMAN
By Sam Baltrusis
For more than two centuries after Washington Irving unleashed “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow,” the Headless Horseman is still very much alive in pop culture.
Elizabeth Bradley, a historian and author of Knickerbocker: The Myth Behind New York, rattled off a few of the various adaptations of the great American ghost story on the October 26, 2022 edition of WNYC News.
“It has such legs and you can see that in all of the different interpretations,“ Bradley said during the radio interview. “There truly is a version of ‘Sleepy Hollow’ for every generation.” It’s an impressive list that includes Disney’s animated classic from 1949 and Tim Burton’s supernatural horror flick starring Johnny Depp and Christina Ricci.
Of course, no one can eclipse the original which was initially published with a collection of essays and stories for The Sketch-Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent in 1820.
“Irving’s version of the Headless Horseman is set in the Hudson Valley region, and it pits an outsider, a Yankee, named Ichabod Crane against a very insular Dutch community,” Bradley said. “Throughout the course of the story, Ichabod pursues a local Dutch heiress in an effort to integrate himself into this community and is ultimately run out of town by the apparition of the Headless Horseman.”
Bradley told WNYC that she believes the famed short-story writer created the headless Hessian in an attempt to populate a young nation with its own ghosts and mythologies. “You have to remember that Irving was born the year after the American Revolution ended,” she said. “The war was in the rear-view mirror of the people of Sleepy Hollow and a very new United States. It was an opportunity to create a whole regional culture. He really seized the moment and had a lot of fun with it.”
How did “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow” become associated with All Hallows’ Eve? Bradley explained that the holiday wasn’t even on Irving’s radar when he fleshed out America’s first monster. “He doesn’t mention Halloween once in the story,” she said. “[The Headless Horseman] is often associated with having a pumpkin for a head,” she said, adding that the character’s jack-o’-lantern prop was added in Disney’s The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad and, over the years, the haunting imagery then seared itself into pop culture. “Most people only knew the Disney version and that’s where the Halloween association really started to come into play,” Bradley added.
J.W. Ocker, author of The New York Grimpendium and creator of the OTIS: Odd Things I’ve Seen blog, is on board with the idea that the Headless Horseman has somehow become the unofficial ambassador of spooky season. “The Headless Horseman is the spirit of fall,” Ocker told me during a sit-down interview at the Sleepy Hollow Hotel. “Every monster wants to be associated with autumn, but there’s something about him running through a forest with the leaves changing colors that makes him the patron monster of Halloween. The bigger Halloween gets, the bigger he gets. Everytime you feed Halloween, you feed him.”
Ocker agreed with Bradley that the animated version from the Disney movie has ingrained itself into the American psyche. “Our generation grew up with the Disney cartoon,” he said. “You can’t think of the Headless Horseman without thinking of the purple-cloaked, cackling creature from the animated version. The imagery has almost become a part of the monster’s brand.”
The United States of Cryptids author said he always thought the Headless Horseman had a jack-o’-lantern in one hand and a battle sword in another, but was shocked to learn that Irving didn’t include the macabre accessories in the short story. He was also convinced that the Headless Horseman eventually caught up with Ichabod Crane on a covered bridge. Not true.
“People who visit Sleepy Hollow always want to see the covered bridge, but it doesn’t exist,” Ocker said. “If I could change one thing to the original story, I would make it a covered bridge. It just seems fitting.”
Despite being tweaked a bit in the modern adaptations of Irving’s story, Ocker said the Headless Horseman is still his all-time favorite galloping ghoul. “Irving gave us the first real American monster,” he told me. “I’m not a very patriotic guy, but as an American there’s something that speaks to me about the horseman. It’s our monster. Frankenstein is from Germany and Dracula is from Transylvania. Thanks to Irving, we have our own.”.
The secret to the short story’s success? Ocker believes the ambiguity of Irving’s fearless phantom somehow amplifies its mystique. “All we know is he was a Hessian soldier who lost his head during the American Revolution,” he told me. “There’s not much of a backstory to him. He’s this vague creature that pops up in the graveyard and runs around on his horse. He’s not jumping out of your closet. He has no face, He’s in essence an invisible man and there’s something unnerving about him as a monster.”
In Brian Haughton’s Lore of the Ghost, he mentioned that Irving was living in Birmingham, England when he wrote “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow” and surmised that the celebrated American author “probably picked up on some of the elements he used in the story” overseas. “The headless ghost motif was known in German folklore at least as early as 1505 when it was recorded in a sermon written by Geiler von Kaysersberg, who mentions headless spirits being part of the Wild Hunt,” he noted.
While Haughton wrote that Irving was strongly influenced by the stories told by Dutch immigrants during his childhood in New York, he suggested that it’s also likely that the writer was inspired by the recurring headless ghost motifs from northern European folklore. “The tradition of the headless ghost is found worldwide in many diverse cultures, and exhibits broadly the same characteristics connected with death and death warnings,” Haughton reported. “Popular tradition attributes such hauntings to the wandering spirits of those who died by beheading, either by execution or accident.”
Haughton is in agreement that Irving’s story continues to leave a profound mark on popular culture. “Irving’s dark story of the headless Hessian soldier who rides forth every night through the dark lanes of Sleepy Hollow, and the dénouement of the tale involving a supernatural wild chase through the woods, has had a significant effect on the nature of American hauntings,” Haughton wrote in Lore of the Ghost. “The influence of Irving’s tale on popular culture is evident.”
Alex Matsuo, author of Women of the Paranormal, told me that there may be an underlying reason why “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow” continues to strike a chord with American readers. “We don’t think about it often, but there are countless legends that were created to dehumanize a group,” Matsuo explained. “Instead of perceiving the Hessian as a real person, granted a terrifying figure during the time of the Revolutionary War, he turned it into this story that is meant to remind people that the Hessians were not meant to be trusted, even after the war was over.”
Even though Matsuo sees a deeper meaning to what could be viewed as a cautionary tale, she said the Headless Horseman keeps luring her back to the Hudson Valley area, “Between the story of the Hessian soldier who lost his head around Halloween in 1776, and Ichabod Crane encountering him while trying to avoid him at all cost, there is a lesson to be learned there,” Matsuo said. “But I think the way that Disney commercialized ‘The Legend of Sleepy Hollow,’ plus the Tim Burton film, there is a romanticization of the spell-bound region that has cemented it into Halloween traditions.

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As a kid in elementary school, Edward Rollins hated to read. Hated it…
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Hi Everyone,
Happy Monday and Happy Halloween month! I’ll be sharing some paranormal fiction reads with you this month because Halloween, LOL. Today, we welcome Edward Rollins to the blog with his contemporary fantasy featuring witches, and his intriguing article on “restless spirits”. Oh my! Be sure to check out the excerpt from his story, and enter his tour giveaway, too.
Happy Reading!
xoxo,
Celia

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The Witch’s Debt
Coal Mountain Series
Book One
Edward Rollins
Genre: Contemporary Fantasy
Date of Publication: October 1, 2019
ASIN: 1689808853
Number of pages: 392
Word Count: 97.376
Cover Artist: Katherine Rollins
If you like witches, werewolves, and murder, this is the book for you.
When the ghost of Jake Calhoun’s grandmother delivers a cryptic message to him, he’s drawn back to the mountains of southern West Virginia, where he finds himself on a collision course with the consequences of his past, the strained family ties that drove him to run, and the woman he left behind.
Though he longs to return to the life he’s made for himself in the city, a string of deaths forces him to decide who he will be, where he belongs, and how he will stop whoever is killing those closest to him.
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“You all right, Buck?” He set his coffee on the small table there as he took more of my weight than I intended.
“Yeah,” I lied. “Bit of a headache.” I couldn’t look him in the eye. “I need to check on something. Be right in.”
“Sure you’re gonna be all right?” Dad picked up his coffee as I took my weight again.
“I’ll live.” I nodded and started toward the sitting room. I steeled myself against the pain I knew was coming and pushed my senses into the Curtain once again.
The little room off the chapel was packed with overstuffed couches and an ottoman which could double for a bed. I could see just clearly enough to avoid tripping, but it made finding the cat a challenge. I moved from piece to piece, looking behind and under each. There was no sign of it. It could have left through the chapel but I wasn’t ready to accept that it had. It was bothersome enough it was inside the church. I didn’t want to consider what it would mean if the thing could move across the consecrated ground of the chapel.
“Lose something?” Bonnie asked from the doorway.
Frustrated and defeated, I gave her a weak smile and let go of my view into the Curtain.
“Hello, Bonnie.”
She stepped into the room, her coat and purse left behind somewhere. She wore a pained smile on her lips. “That the best you have for me?”
There were people in this town I didn’t care to spare a kind word, Bonnie wasn’t one of them. She’d done nothing but love me.
I stopped fighting the smile she had always put on my face and replied, “Well if it isn’t Bonnie Blankenship, the prettiest girl at Pineville High. How are things, Ms. Blankenship?”
“Much better,” her smile touched her eyes and she stepped in close.
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Of Women Wronged: Hillbilly Hauntings
by Edward Rollins
The days grow shorter, the air turns crisp, and something deep within us all knows that the world is changing. Halloween draws near and with it a thinning of the Curtain this world from the next, allowing haints – restless spirits – to slip closer by than they were on brighter days.
No part of the world is without tales of restless spirits; stories of the sorrow, anger, or injustice endured by the living. In Japan they tell of the onryō, wrathful spirits devoted to revenge against the living. In Mexico, they talk of La Llorona, who wander the water’s edge, mourning the loss of their children. Across Europe they speak of the White Lady, symbols of betrayal and life cut short. When it comes to tales of lost love and betrayal, my beloved West Virginia isn’t without a tale or two of its own.
We tell the tales of Zona Heaster Shue, Screaming Jenny, the Weeping Woman of Sweet Springs, Kate Carpenter, and our own White Lady of Flat Top Manor. Each a spirit bound by sorrow, betrayal, or unfinished business. Let’s take a moment and remember each, but take care, it’s said that people die twice, once when their heart beats its last, and again when someone speaks their name for the final time.
In Greenbrier County they tell the tale of Zona Heaster Shue who – in 1897 – was found dead under questionable circumstances. Her husband, Erasmus, was quick to claim she had died peacefully. Zona’s mother wasn’t having it. She claimed that Zona’s ghost began to visit her in the dead of night, accusing Erasmus of murdering her by snapping her neck. Confronted with the charges, a local judge ordered Zona’s body exhumed, and the evidence of Erasmus’ guilt was revealed. Erasmus was convicted of the crime, but Zona’s spirit still didn’t rest. She is said to haunt Greenbrier County still, a chilling reminder that justice isn’t bound by the grave.
In Jefferson County we find a different sort of tale. There, when wind moans through the trees and the moon lights the ground just so, it’s said that you can hear the pain filled screams of a woman long dead. Screaming Jenny, a local woman who died in pain and terror. It was a cold night in autumn when Jenny, poor and living in an abandoned railroad shack, tried to warm herself by a fire. Somehow, her clothes were set ablaze and, in her panic, she ran screaming and blind in search of relief. She ran right onto the railroad tracks and into the path of an oncoming train. Locals maintain that now and then the figure of Screaming Jenny – still engulfed in flames – can be seen running through the night. Her ghostly shrieks a reminder of her final, desperate moments.
From the tranquil beauty of Monroe County comes a tale of another ghostly presence born of sorrow and despair. Known as the Weeping Woman of Sweet Springs, it’s said that she was a bride abandoned at the altar or perhaps a grieving mother who lost her child. Whatever the case, the young woman fell beneath the weight of her broken heart, and cast herself into the spring where she drowned. But she wouldn’t have a place on our list if that was the end for her. It’s said that she still wanders, a ghostly figure draped in a flowing white gown, her soft sobbing proof that some heartache is too deep to fade, even in death.
From Mercer County and the grounds of an old plantation known as Flat Top Manor comes the tale of the White Lady of Flat Top Manor, a restless spirit whose tragic story is tangled in the past. Some say she was the young bride of the manor’s original owner; others maintain that she was a servant who died at her master’s hand. In either case, it is agreed by those who believe, that her life was cut short by violence. Witnesses maintain that the air goes frigid long before her shadowy figure – fleeting and ethereal – is seen gliding through the manor’s hallways or lingering at the edge of the woods. The truth of it is left to you, but the accounts of witnesses and investigators alike have gone a long way to make Flat Top Manor’s reputation as one of the most haunted locations in the State.
Silent and still, the Greenbrier River flows through Summers County like an apparition itself. It’s a peaceful scene as beautiful as any faery tale picture, but its waters gave birth to a tale of lost love and lingering sorrow. Kate Carpenter was a young woman deeply in love with the wrong man. Her family opposed her choice of suitor and refused her their blessing. Unwilling to either set aside her love or go against her kin, Kate threw herself into the river and drowned the dark, icy waters. But as is the case in these tales, neither the depths of the river nor the touch of death could quiet Kate’s restless spirit. She lingers near the place where she left this world, a spectral form barely visible on misty mornings walking the riverbanks. For Kate, death was better than the absence of the man she loved.
This Halloween, when autumn leaves rustle in a cold wind, remember the story of these women as you sip your pumpkin-spiced drink. Their stories are the echoes of unimaginable loss and suffering, and they leave us to wonder—what would we do if faced with such sorrow? Would we find peace, or would our spirits, too, be bound to the places where our hearts were broken? But let’s remember as well that these spirits weren’t content to shuffle off the mortal coil the first time. Speaking their names again – breathing life into their memory – might be enough to remind them what binds them to this world.

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As a kid in elementary school, Edward Rollins hated to read. Hated it…
Then his grandfather, who knew Edward loved the Adam West “Batman” series, introduced him to Batman comic books, the rest is nerd history. From those early comics he went on to consume a steady diet of books from fantasy to science fiction. Eventually, he found a little game called Dungeons and Dragons and a lifetime of telling stories was born.
He’s been a sailor, a soldier, a pastor, an engineer and a college professor; sometimes all at once. Mostly, he hopes to know what he wants to be when he grows up. Assuming he agrees to grow up…
A writer since college, he has published a handful of short stories and gaming industry pieces over the years. “The Witch’s Debt” is his first attempt at writing “something of his own”.
Hi Blog Pals,
I’m about halfway finished with this year’s Halloween story, a darkish fairy tale in my Forbidden Royals of Faerie series. More info coming later this month. Today, let’s welcome author Amanda Mackey to the blog with her new romance release. Read an excerpt and be sure to enter her tour giveaway, too.
Happy Reading!
xoxo,
Celia

Title: Six Degrees of Separation
Genre: Romance
Publisher: Amanda Mackey
Date of Publication: 5th October, 2024
ASIN: B0DGCL3C32
Number of pages: 223
Word Count: 62,855
What if the distance between you and your soulmate was 6 people?
What do you do when you find yourself in a midlife crisis at forty after leaving an abusive marriage?
You buy a cheap villa in Italy and leave everything you knew behind to live in a remote town, perched on top of a hill, with nothing but a suitcase full of clothing.
Oh, and did I mention the only Italian word I know is ciao?
I question my sanity as I sit at forty thousand feet, seven hours into the flight.
But as soon as I reach my destination, I realize I’ve made the right decision.
My villa is everything I hoped for, apart from needing some TLC, but with my divorce money, I plan on turning it into a home. My home. My sanctuary.
When I find a cabinet in the garage left by the previous elderly owner, with a letter inside, I get my real estate agent and only acquaintance to translate it for me.
What she reveals is insane to say the least.
The letter is from a woman in search of her soulmate who had heard about a theory called Six Degrees of Separation. A crazy notion that everyone on the planet is connected by six people.
Method: Send out six letters to people you know who when forward them to six people they know. Continue the process six times and it’ll reach your intended person.
By some miracle, the woman managed to meet the great love of her life and live happily ever after.
So, when my agent and budding friend talks me into testing the theory, I’m not expecting anything to happen. It can’t be that easy, right? Plus, I don’t know six people in Italy.
But she does.
And so, we send out the letters, partly as a joke and partly to see if it actually works.
But in the meantime, fate intervenes.
It’s in the form of a younger man who steals my breath. A man I never saw coming.
It would seem we’re not connected by six people, but two.
What then happens to the handsome stranger who replies to my letter?
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A very handsome waiter approaches us, all masculine energy and charm. With his arrival comes stronger pinpricks under my skin. It’s akin to getting zapped in winter from static. But as I glance around the restaurant, everyone else is carrying on as normal so I sit and try to act normal as I look up at the sexy as sin man. I’d peg him as thirty perhaps. Ebony, silky hair, styled back off his face. Deep eyes, Roman nose and full lips. What is it with Italian men? Are they all attractive at this age?
My eyes fully appraise him as my pulse jackhammers. My neck feels flushed, causing beads of sweat to form. God, can he see my reaction? I’m mesmerized like a hormonal teen, riveted to the spot.
His full smile adds to his beauty and for a moment even Bianca remains mute as he greets us. There’s a presence about him I can’t define. It’s that certain something that ‘just is’. The X Factor. Energy is pouring off him and I’m in the line of fire. Can someone please bring me a cold glass of water? Or an industrial fan?
She quickly recovers though and offers a ‘ciao’ which I robotically mimic, enthralled by his rugged beauty up close. The flickering light of the candle on our table, catches his high cheek bones and full mouth, stealing my attention for way too long. His short-sleeved black shirt fails to cover a tattoo which disappears up his forearm.
“Do you speak English?” Bianca asks for my benefit, a little too loudly might I add. When I peek at her, she’s wearing a knowing expression, right eyebrow raised, lips tipped up. Her foot taps mine under the table. When did she begin staring at me like that? Probably when I answered him like Siri.
“Of course. I’m fluent. I’ve been learning it since high school. Would you like a drink first?” That voice. Every syllable and word hit me front and center. The tone sounds like a deep lullaby I could be rocked to sleep with. Sheesh. What is happening with me tonight? Am I hormonal? My menstrual cycle is on point, my period not due for another two weeks so it can’t be that. If this heat doesn’t settle down, I’ll need to step into the bathroom to splash cold water on my face. I’m pretty sure the restaurant is air-conditioned too.
I look back to the waiter who is blatantly ignoring Bianca and watching me with his shockingly beautiful eyes. Eyes one could stare into if they wished to find all the answers of the universe. Eyes which see right through you and invoke a sense of belonging. As if you’ve seen them before. Familiar. Comforting. Ones I want to dive into and never leave.
They’re turning me into a hot mess. I need to get my act together. I’m acting so out of character. Like a schoolgirl, not a forty-year-old divorcee. My hands fidget on my lap as I glance around the room. It’s not big. A cozy, intimate space with guests lined up outside the door like we were moments ago. I count the tables. Fifteen. That’s all. I’m guessing they need to expand soon. Either that, or they want to keep it the way it is.
My eyes are drawn back to Mr. Handsome as he flicks his attention from Bianca and back to me again. It truly is getting too unbearably hot in here.
“Two glasses of your best wine. And would it be possible to have a garlic bruschetta?”
“Sure. Let me get that for you.” Finally he turns and saunters back to the kitchen, leaving me with heated cheeks and a flutter in my belly. But as soon as he’s gone, the temperature cools back down to normal. That’s strange. Is he running a fever? Does his body temperature run abnormally high all the time?
“Maybe he’s the one,” Bianca laughs. “He was checking you out.”
“And clearly younger than me. He was probably just being friendly to the tourist.”
But I doubt my own words. Men don’t make prolonged eye contact if they aren’t interested. Pity we’re leaving the day after tomorrow. I’d probably come back just to see his face again. A girl can dream. But how can he possibly be the one? Not the first hot Italian guy to speak to me. It couldn’t be that easy.


Amanda Mackey was born in NZ and moved to Australia as a child with her family. She’s been living in sunny Queensland ever since. An avid reader as a child, writing became an extension of that. She wrote her first book in her twenties, but it would take a further sixteen years to get her book published. That first book was the catalyst for her writing career, and she now has penned book number twenty.
Amanda is both traditionally, and self-published and writes in multiple genres. She hopes to make writing her full time career.
Next year Amanda and the cover model on Six Degrees of Separation, Alejandro Salomone who plays Nico in the book, are travelling to Italy, where the book is set, to film some of the scenes so stay tuned for that!
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Hi Everyone!
My Black Hills Wolves are on tour this month for Halloween! Be sure to check out any tour stop for a delish homemade caramel recipe and/or an excerpt from my spooky dark fairy tale, The Night Hag. Plus, enter my tour giveaway for an e-GC from the Zon. Now, please enjoy these excerpts from my high-heat, open-door romantasies: Diamond Moon, Under A Mating Moon, and Jasmine Moon.
xoxo,
Celia

Fated Mates, Rescue Romance, Alpha Heroes and Heroines, and a cute pet kitten!
…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. […] “I’m Ross. You’re safe here. Promise.” …
Fated Mates, Second Chance Romance, Alpha Heroes and Heroines, and a rave!
…A billion butterflies battered Lexi’s stomach. She shifted her attention from Ross to the piano. Sure enough, the music had stopped, and Jake faced her from his seat on the bench. Man oh man, the heavy stare from those sky blue eyes sent shivers skittering down her spine. His gaze held the same intensity she remembered from him as a kid, as if he saw into the heart of people, exposing their deepest secrets. It had driven her crazy back then, and she’d spent much time teasing him, pulling his hair, trying to distract him from being so serious all of the damn time. They were teenagers—partying was supposed to be their sole focus.
With his ice-blue stare locked on her, Jake rose to his feet, all taut muscle and predatory power. His energy swept over her like a tsunami, forcing all of the moisture to abandon her mouth while parts much lower wept with want. Her inner Wolf howled, answering the call of this Alpha, the first Dominant male ever to make her sit up and take notice. Holy crap. Her muscles shook with the need to bound over to him, jump in his arms, wrap her legs around his torso and writhe against his hard, hot, tattooed body.
Jake said something to his uncle then stalked straight at her, cutting a path right through the middle of the tables and the many, too-curious patrons.
A whimper escaped her throat.
Surprise sparked in her brother’s brown eyes. “You’re kidding me. Him?” He burst out laughing. “Wow, sis, that’s some major, big-time irony right there.”
Darci’s expression conveyed her bewilderment. “Now what are you two talking about?”
Her annoying brother grinned. “See that angry Alpha headed our way? My sister here rejected him when they were teens and he’s apparently her—”
Lexi socked her brother in the ribs. “Shut it, Ross.”
“Ouch.” Ross rubbed his side and chuckled at her plight. The jerk. “Come on, Lexi, you have to admit the hilarity of the situation.”
No, she did not. Nor did she have to admit that J-Bird was right all those years ago. He was her mate. O to the M to the G…. They were mates.
Even so, he didn’t look happy to see her at all. In fact, he looked positively enraged. Shit, shit and triple shit. What a mess she’d made eight years ago. Well, she was woman enough to pull on her big-girl panties and fix it. She straightened her spine and lifted her chin in challenge, meeting Jake’s stormy stare. He halted before her.
I can do this. “Hey J-Bird. Nice to see you.” Lovely. Her voice sounded like she’d eaten the gravel from the lot in front of Gee’s bar. Embarrassment heated her cheeks.
One breath, two breaths, three…. J-Bird glared. Tension coiled between them in the silence. Lexi bit the inside of her cheek to avoid babbling at him. She’d said hello. It was his turn. Damn it, J-Bird, say something. He wasn’t making this easy.
“Alexina.” His arctic tone dismissed her…
Fated Mates, Alpha Heroes and Heroines, Two Workaholics, and a wedding!
…Evan tipped his head and eyed the ceiling. Prompt replies, punctual people. Striking deals and hitting deadlines. These items made his world tick. Not loitering around a miniscule airport pulling a Waiting for Godot moment on infinite repeat for a no-show, flakey designer from California.
God grant him patience and balls of steel when he showed up without the designer and the all-important wedding dress, because his future sister-in-law Darci would certainly be unhappy. […] He took a deep fortifying breath and froze. Airport smells assailed his senses—the sharp tang of bleach and lemon-scented cleaners, the floral perfume from Rental Car Girl who eyed him like a piece of candy. Black coffee, donuts, fried fast food, and under it all, the distinct musk of wolf.
Female wolf.
She smelled damn good. His wolf perked up, and his legs propelled him toward the empty baggage claim, where one bright-pink suitcase covered in Hello Kitty stickers sat, unclaimed, on the unmoving L-shaped conveyor belt. Her scent, stronger here, socked his gut, and his gaze shot to the corner.
The chaos around the woman stunned him silent. Large, paper coffee cup, half-eaten banana, and a quarter of a powdered doughnut perched on a brown paper bag next to her. Crumbs splattered the linoleum and the woman’s long-sleeved blue blouse in a thick layer of white, sugary dust. On her other side, two pink garment bags lay like corpses, along with a bubblegum-pink unzipped duffel as long as her outstretched, denim-clad legs. Some of the bag’s contents—pads of drawing paper and large swaths of fabric—protruded over the opening, the fabric splaying over her legs in a rainbow-colored blanket. Her feet peeked out of the mess, encased in sparkling pink UGGs. Good grief, sequins? She smacked her shiny boots together in a poor imitation of Dorothy and bobbed her head from side to side in time to some music only she seemed to hear. Her shoulder-length red hair, the color of ripe dark cherries—his favorite fruit—gleamed under the harsh airport lighting and curtained most her face from his view, save a pert nose and small chin, both speckled with a generous amount of freckles.
He’d always liked freckles.
Clearing his throat, he stepped closer, but she didn’t flinch in surprise or look up. Her attention remained on the tablet on her lap, the stylus between her pale, freckled fingers swiping without hesitation over her screen. […] Did she have those cute little spots on the rest of her? Speckled fur when in her wolf form? His wolf huffed his interest in finding out, but Jasmine the Oblivious Designer didn’t acknowledge his presence. […]
He positioned himself right in front of her wiggly, booted feet. “Excuse me, J—”
“Sh.” She raised her arm and flicked her hand in the universal get lost gesture.
He gaped at her. “Excuse me?”
Another wave of her hand while her stylus streaked across her tablet screen with the other. “Not interested.”
Nice voice. Low and husky. Her attitude, on the other hand…. “But—”
“Go away.” Her velvet voice carried a stubborn edge.
In other circumstances, he would’ve admired her strength. […] “Fine. Get your own damn ride to Los Lobos. Jasmine.” …
Hi Blog Pals,
I love Halloween month. It’s my favorite time of year to take my characters on tour in the blog-o-sphere. This time around, the Black Hills Wolves are getting their time in the spotlight. Visit any blog stop for a tasty caramel candy recipe and/or my article on the Fae nightmare spirit known as the Old Hag, or, as I call her, The Night Hag. Plus, read an excerpt from my dark fairy tale of the same name. And be sure to enter my tour giveaway too, for an e-gift card.
xoxo,
Celia
P.S. There’s an extra Halloween treat for you at the end of this post… 13 days, 13 participating authors (including me), 13 giveaways! 🎃

October 1 Fang-tastic Books
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October 3 Paranormalists
October 4 Serena Synn
October 7 Liliyana Shadowlyn
October 8 Deal Sharing Aunt
October 9 A Bewitching Guide to Halloween
October 10 Momma Says: To Read or Not to Read
October 11 The Book Junkie Reads
October 14 Fang-tastic Books FB
October 15 Roxanne Rhoads Instagram
October 16 Supernatural Central
October 17 Lisa’s World of Books
October 18 Other Worlds of Romance
October 21 Roxanne’s Realm
October 22 The Creatively Green Write at Home Mom
October 23 Sapphyria’s Books
October 24 Bewitching Book Tours
October 25 Westveil Publishing
October 28 October 28 Kenyan Poet
October 29 Read Your Writes Book Reviews
The ghouls and goblins are throwing a huge Monster Mash, and they want you to join them. Every day, they’ll open another door or window to reveal who’s partying and what prize you can win.
Thirteen authors have teamed up to bring you the spookiest and sweetest October. How does over $225 worth of prizes sound?
Head to Ellen Mint’s website giveaway, click on the spooky house, and it will reveal the newest prize you can win!
The giveaway is sponsored by these wonderful authors:
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Hi Everyone!
I have Claiming Kaden back from my editor, wahoo! I’ll be sending it off to the BEYOND EARTH anthology soon. If you like high-heat sci-fi romance, you still have time to snag a copy of the anthology at its special pre-order sale price of .99USD. In other writer news, I’m hard at work on my new Halloween story! Last year’s dark fairy tale featured the nightmare spirit the Old Hag (aka the Night Hag). This season’s tale will showcase other fascinating Fae entities… Stay tuned for more info in September! Today, author Heather McKenzie is on the blog with her YA, sci-fi, fantasy romance. Be sure to enter her tour giveaway too, for an Amazon gift card!
Happy reading!
xo,
Celia
ATOMICA – BETWEEN SEA AND SKY, is a compelling saga of love, duty,
and sacrifice set against the stunning backdrop of a lush tropical
island— where the line between hero and villain blurs in the
shadows of a forgotten world.
Atomica – Between Sea and Sky
Atomica Book 1
by Heather McKenzie
Genre: YA SciFi
Fantasy Romance
“Never judge based on appearances. Sometimes the most unassuming
can be the deadliest.”
A compelling saga
of love, duty, and sacrifice set against the stunning backdrop of a
lush tropical island—where the line between hero and villain blurs
in the shadows of a forgotten world…
In a land
ravaged by ancient vendettas, nineteen-year-old Eva has vowed to
protect Zoleya, a petite, blue-eyed girl with a powerful gift. But
when a catastrophic shipwreck strands her on a mysterious tropical
island and Zoleya disappears, Eva is forced to abandon her duty and
form alliances with a group of castaways to survive. While facing the
island’s perils and a corrupt band of Raiders intent on her
capture, Eva fights to reclaim her title as Zoleya’s
Guardian.
Kade Thorn, a hunter programmed to seek and
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impulses. Bound by ancient markings etched into his skin that incite
violence, he finds himself torn between blindly obeying his directive
or pursuing a powerful attraction to Eva, knowing either choice will
get him killed.
Forced to rely on each other, Eva and Kade
seek refuge deep within the island’s jungle and become conflicted
about where their loyalties lie. Will they find their way back to
their predetermined paths or forge a new destiny together? The fate
of Zoleya—the catalyst to either save the world or destroy it—hangs
in the balance.
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I am Canadian, born and raised in Alberta on a lovely acreage just
outside of Edmonton to musical parents. I began my arts career as a
musician, leaving home at the age of fifteen to play in a rock band,
then went on to become a singer/songwriter. I wrote songs and told
stories with melodies, lucky enough to tour Canada and record four
studio albums, as well as work as a studio musician. I spent years
singing my heart out. However, when I discovered the limitless
creativity of novel writing, I shifted my focus to a literary career.
My extraordinary experiences as a musician continue to fuel my
writing. I am deeply inspired by art and profoundly humbled by the
creativity of others. Creating is a fundamental part of my life, and
expressing myself through storytelling is incredibly important to me.
I strive to transport readers to different places or provide them
with a companion for three hundred pages, impacting them as my
favorite writers and artists have impacted me.
I like to write
about deeply flawed characters with relatable struggles and how they
react in extraordinary circumstances. The Rocky Mountains and the
wonders of nature greatly inspire me, and I love to explore the
juxtaposition of these settings with urban landscapes. My novels are
characterized by action, adventure, lots of romance, and unexpected
twists. I like to put my characters in unique settings and fully
explore their motivations while drawing heavily on my personal
experiences.
I am honored to be
represented by Elizabeth Winick Rubinstein of McIntosh and Otis, one
of the USA’s longest-running literary agencies, representing
remarkable authors such as the late John Steinbeck and Harper Lee. As
a ‘hybrid’ author, Elizabeth represents my adult works, while I
represent my young adult works. I am determined not to limit myself
to one specific genre and hope to follow in the footsteps of authors
who have achieved success this way, as I value the artistic freedom
it affords.
At present, I have
four published novels; Serenade, Nocturne and Rhapsody, all which
have achieved bestseller status in digital sales. My newest novel,
Atomica: Between Sea and Sky, was just released on August 27, 2024,
and is the first book in a new young adult fantasy series.
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