Friday, August 26, 2016

Jungian dreamwork ~guest post by Ann Gimpel, author of the Coven Enforcers series

It's always a great day when Ann Gimpel is here as my guest! Today she's talking about Jungian dreamwork and her historical PNR series, Coven Enforcers. 


First off, thanks so much for inviting me back to your blog. I appreciate your ongoing support for my books, and I’d be happy to return the favor and feature something of yours on my blog. Just let me know.

I’ve been thinking a lot about Carl Jung lately. All the unrest in the world was something he predicted over half a century ago. After I finished my psychology training and was fully licensed to practice, I decided I wanted to integrate Jungian dreamwork into my practice, so I studied Dr. Jung and his prolific works.

Jung was born in 1875 and graduated from medical school around 1900. He saw himself as a man of science, not as a mystic. That label has grown since his death. It’s true that Jung was fascinated by “soft science.” For example, he believed in astrology. There are a few “Jungian astrologers” around today. They have a slightly different take on reading charts. In any event, before Jung would accept an analysand (Jungese for patient), he sent them off to have their chart done to see if their energies would be a good blend with his own.

Before you scoff and stop reading, remember that Jung was a psychiatrist. He treated mental illness before we had drugs to blunt the most severe symptoms, and he had a surprising amount of success “curing” illness we consider incurable today, like schizophrenia and bipolar disorder. This is a gross simplification, but he joined patients in their delusions so he could understand them, and helped them find ways out of the twisted labyrinth their minds had become.

Traditional analysis is an extremely intimate relationship between doctor and patient. Patients spend several hours a week in the doctor’s office analyzing dream material to shed light on the roots of their problems. While modern psychotherapeutic approaches focus on symptom alleviation, analysis aims to integrate a person’s psyche so they can transform themselves into fully functioning human beings.

While treating his patients, Jung was struck by the similarity of the material presented by those with mental illness. This led him to postulate the existence of a collective unconscious that collects and organizes our experience as human beings. He traveled widely and did research into primitive cultures. The commonality in symbolic drawings led to further fleshing out of his theories of the collective (as opposed to our personal) unconscious.

This is getting long for a guest post, so let me wrap it up on a personal note. I was drawn to depth psychology because of its potential to enrich us. That we are alive at all is one of the mysteries, and I don’t want science to explain everything away. If any of you are interested in learning more about Jung, try Man and His Symbols or Memories, Dreams, and Reflections.


Thanks again for inviting me. I’d be glad to answer questions added to this post as comments.

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Blood and Magic
Coven Enforcers
Book One
Ann Gimpel

Dream Shadow Press
63K words

Release Date: 7/18/16

Genre: Historical paranormal romance with a steampunk edge

Coven Enforcers = Dark, Dangerous, Magical Men

Coven Witches bow to no one—least of all Enforcers.

Sparks ignite. Tempers run high. Passion explodes. Hot. Sweet. Impossible to ignore....

Book Description:

Magic didn’t just find Luke Caulfield. It chased him down, bludgeoned him, and has been dogging him ever since. Some lessons are harder than others, but Luke embraces danger, upping the ante to give it one better. An enforcer for the Coven, a large, established group of witches, his latest assignment is playing bodyguard to the daughter of Coven leaders.

Abigail Ruskin is chaperoning a spoiled twelve-year-old from New York to her parents’ home in Utah Territory when Luke gets on their stagecoach in Colorado. A powerful witch herself, Abigail senses Luke’s magic, but has no idea what he’s doing on her stagecoach. Stuck between the petulant child and Luke’s raw sexual energy, Abigail can’t wait for the trip to end.

Unpleasant truths surface about the child. While Abigail’s struggling with those, wraiths, wolves, and dark mages launch an attack. Luke’s so attracted to Abigail, she’s almost all he can think about, but he’s leery too. The child is just plain evil. Is Abigail in league with her? It might explain the odd attack that took out their driver and one of their horses. In over his head, he summons enforcer backup.
Will they help him save the woman he’s falling in love with, or demand her immediate execution?

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Excerpt from Blood and Magic:

…Cursing her long skirts and cumbersome petticoats, Abigail used magic to skip the coach steps. Power blazed from her hands before she could see what she was aiming at. She was afraid if she took even a few seconds to hunt for a target, something would get her. Being dead wasn’t desirable, but it was better than the other things wraiths could do to her. Those turned her blood to ice chips.
With her booted feet planted firmly on the ground, Abigail finally got a good look at the wraiths. She drew magic from deep in the earth and sent it chasing after them when they jumped sideways to evade her magic. Insubstantial as tall, thin puffs of smoke, they had glowing charcoal eyes. Long, blood red claws graced what passed for hands. Binding their victims with fiery strands was a favorite trick—just before they sucked your soul right out of you, leaving a handy vessel for one of their masters to occupy. Wraiths used to feed only on the living, making them into new wraiths. They’d been bad enough then, but now they functioned as hired thugs for practitioners of the Black Arts. It lent them the ability to operate in broad daylight. Abigail wondered which group of sorcerers this crew worked for. The Alchemical Council? Black Magick?
Good God but there were a lot of them. Why? Surely they weren’t interested in the contents of the coach, which only carried mail and Carolyn’s substantial luggage. Ducking and spinning to escape being entwined in a blazing net, she thought about the girl’s steamer trunks. Abigail only helped pack two of them. The third had been locked and ready to go. Could that possibly be what the wraiths were after?
She shut off her thoughts so she could focus. The ragged sound of her own panting thrummed loud in her ears as she chucked one killing blow after another. Bolts of blue-white light flared from both hands. No point in running anything less than wide open. For each wraith she obliterated, three more showed up to take its place. Her chest ached from breathing sooty air and wraith stench.
Heat seared her back. Damnation! Her skirts were on fire. Abigail funneled magic behind her to quell the flames, but it didn’t work. Smoke stung her nostrils. Fire had already eaten a long gouge in one of her hands. If she dropped to the ground to deal with her burning clothes, the wraiths would pounce. Terror licked at her along with the flames.
In spite of her brave thoughts earlier, she didn’t want to die. Not here. And not like this. She cursed her corset. It was hard to get a decent breath. If she’d known she was going to have to fight—
“Keep after ’em,” Luke growled from behind her. “I have your dress under control.” She felt him drape something heavy around her shoulders—a lap robe he must’ve snatched from inside the coach—and press it close against her with his body. Gratitude wrapped warm tentacles around her. Having him right next to her made her already pounding heart do flip-flops, but she forced herself to focus on something other than all those rock-hard muscles jammed against her back.
“Are they all on this side of the coach?” she wheezed, still struggling to breathe. Between the smoke, her stays, and Luke’s body so near, it was a losing battle.
“Pretty much. Guess they want you more than me. Actually, they’ve been trying to get to the trunks up top.”
A discordant warning note sounded in the back of her mind. What the hell was in the girl’s luggage that would draw wraiths? Her back wasn’t hot anymore, so she assumed the fire was out.
That fire, maybe. The one inside me is just getting going…
She squirmed from more than the smoke and struggled not to turn around and press the front of herself against Luke. They had bigger problems than his undeniable charisma. Luke didn’t seem to be in a hurry to move away, though. He remained front to back with her, and she absorbed power flowing from him. Damn, but he was strong. What she wouldn’t give for that kind of magic.
It would help if I could breathe…
With difficulty, Abigail forced her mind away from Luke’s charms. “The driver?” She hadn’t been round to the front of the wagon to check.
“Dead.”
“Ever driven one of these things?”
“Concentrate on killing, woman. If we can’t get shut of the wraiths, ’twon’t matter a diddly damn.”


Blood and Sorcery

Coven Enforcers
Book Two
Ann Gimpel

Dream Shadow Press
64K words

Release Date: 8/1/16

Genre: Historical paranormal romance with a steampunk edge

Coven Enforcers = Dark, Dangerous, Magical Men

Coven Witches bow to no one—least of all Enforcers.

Sparks ignite. Tempers run high. Passion explodes. Hot. Sweet. Impossible to ignore....

Book Description:

Joshua committed his life to fighting Black Magick. Not sure who he hates worse, dark sorcerers or the clerics who tortured and mutilated his family, he lives on the road with his horse and his magic, working as a Coven enforcer. Breana Giraud is the only woman he’s ever loved, and until very recently she was married to someone else.

Breana’s husband, Don, sold his soul to the devil, embracing dark practices. Along the way, he corrupted their daughter. While Breana could’ve turned him in to Coven justice without a second thought, she couldn’t bring herself to implicate her child. Still reeling from her daughter’s death at the hands of evil, and grateful her husband met the vicious end he deserved, she feels broken, damaged. The last thing on her mind is falling in love.

Joshua tries to hold back, give Breana room to mourn her losses, but if he has his way, she’ll become his wife. With Don dead, and the path to his heart’s true love finally clear, he’ll do anything he can to make her his. Even if it means fighting his way past the dark mages’ leader, who wants her for his own.

Excerpt from Blood and Sorcery:

Salt Lake City, Utah Territory
Breana Giraud bolted upright in her bed, the darkness around her shattering into fire-tinged motes of black. Heart thudding hard against her chest, throat constricted with fear, she reached for power, intent on shrouding herself in a protective spell. Goddamn her husband. He was at it again. It was like him to wait until she was sleeping—and she had to sleep sometime.
Once upon a time, she’d cared about Don—a witch with power to match her own. But he’d been seduced by the dark and become deeply entrenched in Black Magick. Shielding herself against him drained her, but she didn’t have any choice. Sucking air around the narrow place that used to be her throat, she sent magic spiraling outward. She didn’t sense him near, but the enchantment that just dragged her from a sound sleep had Don’s name—and sliminess—stamped all over it.
Her eyes snapped open. Don was dead.
Dead.
What the hell was happening to her?
He couldn’t harm her anymore, so why was his stench all over the room? It wasn’t even the bedroom they’d shared. She’d moved to the far end of the hall to escape the horrible memories that swamped her every time she thought about him.
Guess that didn’t work very well.
She pressed her tongue hard against her teeth and reached for her magic again. Surely she could summon a mage light. Simplest of spells, it required almost nothing in the way of power. Finally, after she was shaking and sweating with effort, a wavery blue light formed, casting the bedroom in eerie shadows. Breana urged her light to burn hotter, brighter. Her teeth were chattering, and she felt as if she’d never be warm again. Icy sweat dripped down her sides.
She tugged the heavy, wool blanket around her shuddering form, but it didn’t help so she dragged air hard into lungs that had nearly forgotten how to cooperate. And then did it again. And again, until she was able to clamp her jaws in a harsh, desperate line.
Her light flickered and brightened, and the ball of fear making it hard to breathe eased the slightest bit. Falling back asleep was laughable, so she dug her way out from under the covers and pulled a robe woven from soft, cream-colored wool over her linen nightdress. Sheepskin slippers came next.
At least the godawful chill that had permeated the air was dissipating, and the reek of evil along with it. Brimstone held a sulfur taint that burned the back of her throat and made her skin prickle with a million points of discomfort.
She blinked back tears as she made her way downstairs, her mage light bouncing over one shoulder. The dark had taken both her husband and her daughter, and robbed her of what had once been a warm and comfortable marriage. She hated Black Magick with a passion. Hated what it had almost done to her as she walked a tightrope between her husband’s demands and her responsibility to the Coven.
“Yeah, and I did a shitty job all the way round,” she muttered as she poured a cup of tepid coffee into a mug. It was bitter as all get out from sitting on the back of the woodstove since early the previous morning, but she gulped it down anyway, wanting the quick stimulation.
Too keyed up to sit, she wandered to a window and looked to the east. Dawn wasn’t far off, but the horizon was still dark. Days were growing longer, but it was still winter, and it might not get light until seven. She’d sent a meticulous letter to Coven headquarters in New York. Within it, she detailed her sins in not turning her husband and daughter over to Coven justice—once she fully understood their allegiance had shifted to dark power.
That letter had certainly arrived by now.
What would they do to her?
A snort of derision curled her mouth into a bitter smile. She knew what she’d do to someone in her position. Banish them from the Coven for starters. After that, it would be anyone’s guess, but the Coven wouldn’t be out of line demanding her life as punishment for shielding her family from what they deserved.
Not much she could do. About any of it. No. She needed to keep going, day by day, and let the wheel spin as it would. She’d find out soon enough. Certainly by this coming summer when most—if not all—of the Coven had relocated to Utah Territory. At least she’d given Luke and Abigail a good start by marrying them. Memories of that day—and their joy—kept her going through the hardest spots.
She plodded back to the stove and poured the last of the coffee into her cup before she opened the woodstove door and sent a jot of magic to stir the embers. Once they crackled merrily, she added chunks of wood and refilled the kettle on the back of the stove with water from the pump next to the sink. The chores were automatic, and they settled her nerves enough to dissect what had driven her awake.
Coven enforcers, a group of hard-bodied, sharp-eyed men, who kept witches on the straight and narrow, had seen to it that both Don and her daughter, Carolyn, met their end in mage fire, purging their souls of darkness. And they’d killed Alistair MacDuff, head of the Alchemical Council. She and Abigail had seen to the death of Alistair’s henchman before he, too, was dumped in the purification of mage fire.
“Guess we didn’t get them all,” she muttered as she ground coffee beans with a mortar and pestle.
“If them refers to who I think it does,” Joshua drawled from the kitchen doorway, “of course they’re not all dead. That fresh coffee I smell?”
Breana curved her mouth into a soft smile. “You know damn good and well it is. I drank the dregs from yesterday morning. Hang on till the water boils, and I’ll brew a fresh pot.”
“Don’t rush. I got time.” Joshua moved closer to the stove, extending his hands toward its warmth. Tight-fitting, buff-colored leathers, similar to what most Coven enforcers wore, hugged him like a second skin. Flame red hair hung loose to the middle of his back.
Breana turned to face him squarely and crossed her arms beneath her breasts. “Looks as if you got up in a hurry. Your hair’s not braided.”

Blood and Illusion
Coven Enforcers
Book Three
Ann Gimpel

Dream Shadow Press
64K words

Release Date: 8/22/16

Genre: Historical paranormal romance with a steampunk edge

Coven Enforcers = Dark, Dangerous, Magical Men

Coven Witches bow to no one—least of all Enforcers.

Sparks ignite. Tempers run high. Passion explodes. Hot. Sweet. Impossible to ignore....

Book Description:

Not all witches join the Coven. Fiercely independent, Isla heads up her own small band in the San Francisco area. She’s never needed help before, but dark sorcerers drive her and her group into hiding, trapping them.

Sam’s worked for the Coven as one of their enforcers forever. He’s been there so long, the Coven is the only mistress he knows. It’s a lonely life on the road thwarting wickedness and Black Magick with his guns, his magic, and his horse, but it’s been enough to satisfy him. Until now.

A group of witches is in deep trouble. They’re not part of the Coven, but Sam is sworn to protect all witches and he rides to their assistance with several of his brothers. Nothing prepares him for the outspoken spitfire who ends up riding double with him. She’s forthright, opinionated, and downright hostile, but he’s drawn to her self-sufficiency—and her undeniable beauty. Soon, Isla is all he can think about.

Dark forces are on the move. Protecting the woman he’s falling in love with is at the very top of Sam’s list. If they manage to survive, he’ll tame her. Claim her. Make her his.


Excerpt from Blood and Illusion:
…Isla huddled with six other witches in a basement beneath one of the warehouses lining San Francisco’s docks. Her hair hung in filthy strands. Grime caked beneath her nails, and she stank, but at least she was alive. Russian sorcerers—or at least sorcerers who spoke Russian—had killed four of her sisters before she’d dragged the rest of their small band to a defensible position and swathed them in layers and layers of magic.
It had been a short-term solution, but they hadn’t had any choice. Not really. Only problem was they had no easy way out. If they dismantled their spell, the sorcerers would find them in a trice. If they remained where they were, eventually they’d starve to death. She was far weaker than she’d been a week ago when they’d barricaded themselves into the underground room with its dirt floor and dirt walls. Small cutouts high on two walls coincided with ground level, and provided their only source of light.
In desperation, she’d used her power stone to call Hester Thorne, a witch who’d been instrumental drawing their group into a cohesive unit. Hester promised help, but it had yet to materialize. Breath steamed through Isla’s teeth as she bent forward and stirred the shallow pool she’d created from a broken pot made of crockery and water dripping down the walls. It took a while, but the water had finally grown deep enough to become a scrying instrument.
Weariness dogged her, and her vision blurred. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing them to focus next time she dragged her lids open. Thinking it might help, she pushed herself upright and walked around the six- by ten-foot room.
“What are you doing?” Kat eyed her balefully out of bloodshot blue eyes. “I was asleep.” Dirty blonde hair had been braided to keep it out of the way.
“Aye, and ye’ll be asleep permanently if ye’re not careful,” Isla shot back, the brogue from her native Scotland thicker than usual. It was one of the reasons she and Hester had bonded so tightly. Shared roots from Scotland’s Highlands and islands.
“Isla! Come look at your pool!” Rowan cried. Silver hair fell about her, dragging in the dirt, but her brown eyes were lit with hope.
Isla skidded to her knees and stared at the water’s surface. Nine men strutted down the rock-strewn sand fronting the ocean. Tall, rangy, hard-bodied and clad in leathers, it was obvious they were used to ruling the world. At first she thought they were a new passel of sorcerers, but she forced herself to look closer.
Not trusting her first take, she took a ragged breath. Maybe she wished for salvation from the room that was likely to become their crypt so desperately, she was imagining things, “What does it look like to you?” she asked Rowan.
The other woman turned to face her. “Help. That’s what it looks like. Those men are bleeding power, and it’s the good kind.”
The other women skittered across the floor, jostling one another to get close to the pool so they could see.
“Be careful!” Isla cautioned. “Else ye’ll tip the dish, and we might not live long enough for me to refill it.”
Her heart hammered against her ribs as she took in the men. One of them in particular caught her attention and held it. Long, blond hair spilled across his shoulders, and his eyes were a bright, turquoise blue. Strong bones carved his cheekbones into bas-relief, and his jaw was square, determined. Buff colored leathers covered him, and they were skintight, leaving virtually nothing to her imagination. Broad shoulders led to deeply muscled arms and narrow hips with a high, tight ass. Long legs disappeared into boots that laced to his knees.
Her throat grew dry. Many a year had passed since she’d experienced such an immediate reaction to a man, and it confused her.
Must be because I’m half-staved.
Och aye, and ye know better, the other half of her brain inserted dryly. Whoever he was, he was one gorgeous man.
Understanding slammed into her, and she was ashamed she hadn’t put two and two together immediately. “They must be the aid Hester promised.” She glanced at the other women.
Rowan lurched upright. “If that’s true, then we need to go outside and help them.”
Isla licked her chapped lips. “They’re not looking as if they need any help, but at least that way they won’t have to hunt for us, and mayhap we can leave this accursed place.”
“You’re the one with the strongest magic,” Kat pointed out. “And the only one who can project telepathy beyond the enchantment hiding us. See if they answer.”
Isla exhaled sharply. It was a reasonable suggestion, but not without risk. If she was wrong, and those men were actually allied with the dark, she’d have given away their position. Opened them to a certain death. Or worse, imprisonment at the hands of evil.
“I was in your mind,” Rowan said, her voice surprisingly gentle. “We’re as good as dead now. I say we chance it.”
“I was coming around to the same conclusion.” Isla breathed deeply to center herself and drew out her pink moonstone. Before she could think things to death, and her courage failed utterly, she linked to the stone and sent her magic thrumming outward. No need to make things fancy, so she settled on the shortest phrase imaginable.
“Are ye who Hester sent?”
Depending on the answer, she’d ask for proof and take things from there.


About the Author:


Ann Gimpel is a national bestselling author. A lifelong aficionado of the unusual, she began writing speculative fiction a few years ago. Since then her short fiction has appeared in a number of webzines and anthologies. Her longer books run the gamut from urban fantasy to paranormal romance. Once upon a time, she nurtured clients, now she nurtures dark, gritty fantasy stories that push hard against reality. When she’s not writing, she’s in the backcountry getting down and dirty with her camera. She’s published over 30 books to date, with several more planned for 2016 and beyond. A husband, grown children, grandchildren and wolf hybrids round out her family.

Find Ann At:
@AnnGimpel (for Twitter)

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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. 

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Read Marsha's COON HOLLOW TALES of paranormal romance and her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous epic fantasy romance. For a FREE ebook download, read her historic fantasy, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Thursday, August 25, 2016

Astral realms ~guest post by Kate Sermon, author of Dark Sleepers, a YA magical realism paranormal book #giveaway

What a fascinating topic today's guest, Kate Sermon, is sharing! I love to see how other authors structure the foundations of their magic systems. This looks especially interesting. Be sure to check out her new book, Dark Sleepers, and also her wonderful giveaway contest at the end of this post.



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Hello, my name is Kate Sermon and I’m the writer of the Dark Flows the River Trilogy. The main magical theme in the book is centred around the Astral Realms and those that inhabit them. I thought you might like me to tell you a bit more about these Astral Realms and how I envisaged them.

          Many cultures and religions have a belief about the after life in one form or other. The astral realms are one way of looking at this. According to occult teachings the realms can be visited by either astral projection (which I’ve used in Dark Sleepers), meditation, lucid dreaming, and near death experiences.  Kezia and Ben, my main two protagonists, learn the skill of loosening their astral bodies so they can visit and affect these realms. Not only are these realms places where the dead are said to reside but they also are home to angels and archangels. When Kezia first enters she gets in through a gateway where she meets her guardian angel who she shares with Ben. This is shown as a place veery like a place on earth but to has a different quality. There is mist everywhere and she can float around and fly and other entities can hear her thoughts and feel her feelings. While doing research for Dark Sleepers I came across the idea brought forward by Robert Bruce that there are seven layers of planes with higher planes being bright and colourful. I wanted to make the realms that Ben and Kezia visit to be much more individualised and purposeful.

          The astral body is sometimes referred to as the soul, or spirit, or etheric body. Some people believe that this body can travel through time, visit past lives and affect change in our world by power of its thoughts. That was the main thing that grabbed me and I brought into the book as a theme. The idea that thoughts are creative, and we can change events, just by how we direct our thoughts. Whether these thoughts are positive or negative is imperative. Because the belief is that whatever we put out in the form of thought energy is what we get back. In Dark Sleepers I play with this idea in a extreme way by having the baddie be an negative entity. A negative Thoughtform which starts to show itself as soon as Kezia and Ben reach a certain sensitivity.
          The Akashic records also show up in the story. These are books that supposedly hold all our past lives within them in detail. I found this idea fascinating and thought encompassing these into the story would be amazing. While researching I found out that people who astrally project themselves claim to visit the halls where these books are kept and therefore gain insight into patterns and behaviours that they can bring forward into their present life. The idea being that we don't fully deal with these patterns until we’re consciously aware of them.
          There is no known scientific evidence that astral projection exists as an objective phenomenon which is why my series is fantasy. But what I love about idea such as these is that they are spread all over the world in many offering cultures and belief systems.

          What do you think? Are you intrigued by the idea? Is it possible that this is a very real thing that can be utilised?

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Dark Sleepers 

Dark Flows the River Trilogy 
Book 1

Kate Sermon

Genre: Young Adult Magical Realism Paranormal

Word count: 71,000
Page Count Print: 326


About the Book:

“You are astral travellers now. Able to project your spirit out of your body at will and enter the realms. You are not the only ones. Some people come here in their dreams without even knowing it. Some purposefully decide to travel here to find answers to questions they can’t find on earth... And some pass over... Die.”

Kezia's world implodes after her dad dies. She can't cope any more, and then she discovers the ability to leave her body. She drags her best friend, Ben, with her into other worlds to find her dad, but what she finds along the way, she could never be prepared for...

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"Kate Sermon's writing is truly sublime. She creates characters to care for; whether it is dealing with friendship in our own world or grief in the astral planes, Kezia and Ben remain real people with hopes and flaws. Dark Sleepers is a startlingly imaginative debut." ~ Dan Metcalf, Children's Author


Excerpt:

Kezia was struggling even more. The memories that threatened to overwhelm her had waned, dispersing like vapour from a boiling kettle. But they had been replaced by a fear that she guessed was not her own, even if it was hard to tell for sure.

She lay down on the dirty sand and closed her eyes. It was an instinctive action and at once she knew that it was a good one. She breathed, as her mum had taught her when she was stressed or worried. She could hear very clearly her mum’s soothing voice say “Darling, just breathe. That’s all you need to do.”

It helped. Her heart rate slowed and a sense of herself began to emerge from the jumble inside her. As she concentrated on her breathing, she began to hear a tiny whispering sound like mice behind skirting boards. It came from deep inside her head. And it definitely wasn’t her own thoughts. It must be the girl’s.

Then it occurred to her – maybe she could talk to this child. Maybe find out something that could help. Just like the day her dad died, she found that words weren’t needed. Her thoughts traced patterns of light through the blackness.

“Who are you?” She asked.

Almost immediately she got a reply. A quivering voice, barely audible, said: “I don’t know. I’m… I’m scared.” It sounded desperate.

“Please don’t worry. I’ve been to this place before, it’s not so bad. I can help you.” She hoped this was true. “What’s your name?”

“I don’t remember… wait, I think it may be Rose. Can you really help me?” The voice brightened. “But he was chasing me. I needed to get away. It all happened too fast.”

“I’m sorry Rose. I don’t understand.”

Confused for a moment… but then a light bulb pinged on. It drenched all the confusion in bright, white light. She suddenly realised she knew what was going on – what this place was and why the children were here.


About the Author:

Kate lives with her family and other animals in Devon halfway between Dartmoor and the sea. She's done a bit of journalism; writes a bit of poetry; has published some short stories, teaches creative writing, and is currently ensconced in a MA Creative Writing. Alongside, she's writing the second book in the series. As a teenager Kate traipsed the moor imagining herself in some version of Wuthering Heights. Nothing much has changed.




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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. 

JOIN MARSHA'S MAILING LIST and receive a free copy of her paranormal romance story RULER OF THE NIGHT.


Read Marsha's COON HOLLOW TALES of paranormal romance and her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous epic fantasy romance. For a FREE ebook download, read her historic fantasy, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Learning the witchy ways of magic ~guest post by Juli D. Revezzo, author of Mourning Dove Locket, Antique Magic Book Four

As a fan of the Antique Magic series, I'm looking forward to finding out whether Caitlin has learned her magic well enough to save a teenage budding witch caught in a web of danger. It's great to have Juli D. Revezzo here today, talking about how Caitlin learned her witchy ways.


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My Antique Magic series began three entries ago with the heroine dealing with the effects of a curse on her family. In the course if her battle, Caitlin began to realize her own legacy as a witch. Where most fantasy series starring older protagonists (my kind host's excluded) see the heroine already well-versed in magic, I decided to step away from that tradition and begin Caitlin's education after adulthood, when she’s married and making her own life, dealing with the pesky ghosts that creep in.

 Time and previous books in the series have marched on for she and her husband Trevor, and they know much more about magic, the paranormal, and what's on the other side of the thin veil between our world and that of the supernatural.  But a witch would be remiss to believe there's nothing left in both worlds to learn. One can learn the usual ritual formats from any good book in the New Age section of the bookstore. Almost any non-fiction book by a modern Neo-pagan covers ritual forms.

But Caitlin, as ever, finds she learns more from doing rather than reading. Learning-on the-spot, you might say. She has her hands full in the latest book in the series, Mourning Dove Locket, as a teen girl needs more than just help with a pesky ghost; she too is a budding witch, with a little more experience with the spirit world, true, but far less with the magic that Caitlin sees her trying to access. She, a budding medium, can hear and speak to ghosts, but what to do with them? Ah, that’s a magic only few in Caitlin’s world know. So who better to guide her on her journey someone who knows which doors not to open in her modern Gothic world? Someone like Caitlin?

If you'd like to see how they do together, MOURNING DOVE LOCKET  here’s the blurb.

For antique shop owners Caitlin and Trevor Fulmer, the intrusion of gods and ghosts is an unfortunate daily occurrence. After a young girl offers Caitlin a gold locket, however, she can’t help but notice it’s oozing with paranormal energy.

More significantly, the locket’s owner is surrounded by Otherworld spirits. Caitlin recognizes in the girl all the signs of a budding witch in the midst of a dangerous crisis.

Can she and her covenmates protect the girl and assist her in embracing her powers, before those beyond the veil extract their revenge?

Available now at Amazon and Amazon.uk, and for all other worldwide Amazon stores: here, also: Barnes and Noble, Itunes, and for Kobo, you can also pick up a copy for your e-reader via Smashwords, and in paperback from Createspace.


Thank you for hosting me, Caitlin, and Mourning Dove Locket, Marsha!


Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her COON HOLLOW TALES of paranormal romance and her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous epic fantasy romance. For a FREE ebook download, read her historic fantasy, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Thursday, August 4, 2016

Featuring the Soul Catcher series by Mary Abshire #giveaway



Claiming the Evil Dead
Soul Catcher
Book 1
Mary Abshire

Genre: Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Date of Publication: December 28, 2015

ISBN: 9781772336528
ASIN: B019YIILU4

Number of pages: 303
Word Count: 99,845

Book Description:

An evil vampire preying upon children is on the loose in Chicago. Destroying him isn’t enough. Half-demon Jessie Garrett wants to send his soul where it belongs…in Hell.

Jessie lives a normal life—office worker by day and paranormal investigator on the side. She keeps her true nature and unique gift hidden. When a vampire approaches her with knowledge of her ability, her world starts to change. Drake, a member of Vampires for the Ethical Treatment of Other Vampires, propositions her for a job.

Although Jessie doesn’t trust him, she can’t turn down the opportunity to serve the ultimate justice to an evil vampire. Trying to capture the devout killer comes with a few complications. But as she partners with Drake she learns not all bloodsuckers are bad and discovers the cold-blooded vamp is a temptation too difficult to resist.

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Excerpt  Claiming the Evil Dead:

"Jessie Garrett," he said, capturing my attention. "Twenty-four, single, computer technician, paranormal investigator…" He paused and directed his attention from the road to me.
I stared back at him and waited for him to say the word.
"Demon," he finished.
"That's not on my birth certificate."
His lips twitched. "You're a mystery to me."
"Let's keep it that way."
I shifted one leg over the other. From my peripheral vision, I saw him watching me. I wore a knee-length black skirt with small, blue floral designs and three-inch black sandals. I'd selected the skirt thinking I would stay cooler. Now that I realized I had exposed my bare legs to his eyes, I wished I'd worn jeans.
"I have met a few demons in my existence, and I have to admit that none compare to you."

I silently chuckled. What a sweet compliment. Maybe he had a warm personality hidden within that cold body of his. Maybe.

"Tell me, Jessie Garrett, where have you been hiding all these years?"

"You followed me and seem to know a lot about me. Why don't you tell me?" I crossed my arms.

"How about a deal?"

"Another one?"

"Consider it an exchange. You tell me about yourself, and I'll tell you whatever you want to know about me."

His proposal appealed to me. Since I was stuck in a car with him for the next three hours, and I had limited knowledge of vampires, why not cash in on a golden opportunity to learn more about him?

"Okay," I said with a shrug. "But I get to ask the first question."

He grinned. "Always a concession with you."

I flashed a smile at him. He should have known that bargaining with a demon was never easy.



Catching an Evil Tail
Soul Catcher
Book 2
Mary Abshire

Genre: Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Date of Publication: February 26, 2016

ISBN: 9781772337464
ASIN: B01C2A2IO6

Word Count: 84,720

Book Description:

Half-demon Jessie Garrett longs to liberate herself from the debt she owes the demon yearning to seduce her. When Jeremy asks for her help, she jumps at the chance to make a new deal with him—one that will guarantee her freedom. The only catch? She has to send the soul of a werewolf to Hell.

As if Jessie didn’t have enough trouble in her life, her vampire lover remains out of the country. After Drake fails to offer an explanation as to why he hasn’t returned, she starts to wonder if she should move on without him. But when he finally shows up and defends his absence, his justification stuns and terrifies her.

Love, trust, and loyalty are on the line. Torn between her feelings for her vampire boyfriend, a hot Alpha wolf, and a demon vowing to protect her, Jessie must figure out her heart’s true desires and the best course of action to stay alive.


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Excerpt Catching an Evil Tail:

I sat on the floor of my fancy suite with my back against the sofa, drinking my third bottle of expensive vodka. One minute, I hated the world and everyone, especially men. The next, I wanted to ball my eyes out over being alone. Remote in one hand and bottle in the other, I flipped through the channels, searching for something violent, something horrific, or something that would appease my inner demon. One thing I knew for sure was that I hated Jeremy.

The time on the news channel showed it was past 1:00 a.m. Thanks to my pity party, I'd drowned into a world I hadn't seen in a long time—not since college when Christopher and I split. Men—couldn't live with them and couldn't live without them. And turning into a lesbian wouldn't work for me. I needed a man to hold me, kiss me, and love me in the most passionate way. Why couldn't I find such a man?

I gulped down another fourth of the bottle. The fiery liquor raised my temperature. Sweat beaded on my face and neck. As I lowered the bottle to my side, everything in the room started spinning while all worries and cares drifted away. Hell yeah, I was feeling damn good!

Hearing the click of the adjoining room door, I turned my head. The room spun, but I managed to see two figures. They headed toward me.

"Wanna drink?" I held up the bottle as an offering. Two seconds later, I withdrew my offer. Screw sharing.

Jeremy squatted at my side. His body moved sideways and I busted out in laughter.

"Are we in an earthquake?" The words came out slurred.

"Is she drunk?" the man behind Jeremy asked.

I leaned sideways to get a look at the man, only my control didn't exist and I nearly crashed into the floor until Jeremy caught me. I laughed, then recognized the person behind Jeremy.

"Hey, I know you," I said, pointing the bottle toward Ryan. "You're Jeremy's werewolf friend. Here, wolfie-wolfie."

"How much has she had?" the werewolf asked.

Jeremy jerked the bottle from my hand.

"Hey, that's mine." I reached for it.

The room tilted and everything moved so fast that I gave up trying to reclaim my bottle before I could fell face-first on the floor.

"Here." I pushed two empty bottles toward him. "You can have these, too. I don't want them anymore."

"Damn!" Ryan shouted. "I don't think we should have left her alone."

I giggled. "I had a great time." I slapped my hand on my thigh. "With me, myself, and I."

Jeremy's fingers grazed my cheek as he brushed aside the hair from my face. "Where did you get the liquor?"

"Your fingers are so warm." The snake tattoo on his arm captured my gaze.

He lifted my chin so my eyes met his. "Where did you get the bottles, Jessie?"

I drew in a deep breath. "I visited the lounge, and the manager served me a bottle. I asked if he'd sell me a couple, but he turned me down." I jerked my chin away from him. Suddenly, the room started moving.

Jeremy put his hands on the sides of my face and brought my gaze back to his. "How did you get the bottles?"

Everything stopped spinning. "I showed him a little ass, and he sold them to me." I smiled.

Ryan chuckled behind Jeremy, but the sound turned into a cough. "Sorry."

I stared into Jeremy's soft brown eyes. "You're a fucker, Jeremy. A mean motherfucker."

His lips pulled into a bright smile. "Now there's the woman I love."

I shoved him and he fell backward on his ass.



Fighting Evil
Soul Catcher
Book 3
Mary Abshire

Genre: Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Date of Publication:  March 15, 2016

ISBN: 9781772337747
ASIN: B01D1SF2FK

Number of pages: 271
Word Count: 86,480

Book Description:

Half-demon Jessie Garrett’s battles seem endless. While Jeremy, the demon out to win her heart, teaches her how to fight, Jessie’s relationship with her vampire lover, Drake, reaches a breaking point. Adding to her struggles, she must defend her life against a group of vampires who consider her a threat to their existence.

Held captive on a remote island with both Drake and Jeremy protecting her, she is tested in ways she’s never imagined. Jessie fights back; only her actions do more harm than good. The group offers her a choice, but no matter what she decides, her life will change forever.

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Excerpt Fighting Evil:

"Drake?" I gave him a questioning look with my brows closing in near my nose.

He approached me, threading his fingers through his long brown hair. His face was tight, his lips pressed together in a thin line. Dark eyes pierced me. "We need to talk."

The tension claiming him had to be a result from my less than appropriate appearance with Jeremy at the karate school.

"Is it about earlier?" I asked.

He stopped in front of me and gripped my shoulders. "What in God's name were you doing without your clothes on?" His tone was deep, full of anger and concern.

"We were fighting. After he broke my neck—"

He growled, and he tightened his grip. "He broke your neck?"

"I made a stupid move—and that gave him time to remove my clothes. But when my bones healed, I beat the shit out of him. For once, I actually beat him." I smiled, hoping Drake would find my accomplishment as worthy as I did.

The tightness in his face ebbed. "You created that bloody mess on his face?"

I lifted a shoulder. "He made me angry when he tried to take advantage of me."

A smile spread across Drake's face. "I hope I never make you that angry."

"Don't give me a reason, and you won't have to worry." Grinning, I recalled times when he had made me angry. After we'd first met, the ancient vamp and I had many communication issues. Add my lack of trust and our relationship went beyond tense. Yet, somehow, we worked out our problems and fell madly in love, a feat I never would have thought possible two months ago.

Drake's gaze honed in on my mouth. He touched my chin and gently glided his thumb over my bottom lip, the repeatedly busted one. "I can heal this for you." His voice was as soft as his touch and made my insides quiver.

My eyes drooped. "No, he'll know."

Slowly, he slid his hand down my arm, spawning an increase of goose flesh. "Are you saying we can't even kiss now?"

Oh, I wanted to kiss his soft lips, enjoy the touch of his playful tongue, and feel his cool embrace wrapped around me. I hated we had to pretend we weren't lovers. "Maybe when the cut is healed." Denying a simple kiss felt worse than any hit or broken bone.

Drake wrapped his arms around me and crushed me to him. His energy passed through me in a peaceful wave. "My heart and soul long to be with you."


I hugged him with all the strength I had while I breathed in his rosemary cedar wood scent. On the outside, his body was cool and solid, pleasing to my feverish flesh. Inside, passionate love filled him. I wanted to hold onto him and his love forever. "You have no idea how much I want to forget about everything and just be alone with you."


Love Conquers All Evil
Soul Catcher
Book 4
Mary Abshire

Genre: Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Date of Publication: April 21, 2016

ISBN: 9781772338188
ASIN: B01EK4A916

Number of pages: 304
Word Count: 97,650

Book Description:

Hiding from the VETOV, Jessie and Drake move to a small town in Alaska—home to humans, demons, and werewolves. They soon discover a serial killer is on the loose and it's a demon stealing good souls. Jessie longs to end the fiend's rampage so she can send his soul to Hell. But finding the murderer won't be easy, especially after she bumps into a werewolf who had kidnapped and tried to kill her.

Jessie reaches out to Alan, the Alpha she'd helped in Arizona. Alan and Drake work together to eliminate the threat against Jessie, but removing the werewolf may come with a steep price.

Over a roller coaster ride of events, Jessie battles for survival and her soul.

Through all her struggles, she maintains a feverish love for Drake. On Christmas Eve, he presents Jessie with a surprise. Eternity never looked better for the half-demon soul catcher.

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Excerpt  Love Conquers All Evil:

Lightly biting my tongue, I paced in the room. A violent demon stabbed people, then stole their souls and money. Why would a person—no, a demon—do such a thing? How long had they been killing? Did they just start, or was it an addiction? And why weren't people fighting back? Was the demon taking their souls first? No, that couldn't be the answer since the demon stabbed some of the victims in the back.

"You still have not told me what is on your mind," Drake said.

I stopped pacing near the door. "I'm thinking about the kind of demons who steal souls."

"You know what I am talking about," he said, smiling. "Our agreement from earlier. You owe me an answer and I intend to get it."

Get it? Oh, I could give it, but why not make him work for it? "And I seem to recall telling you to give me what I want and I will tell you. Well, Mr. Dark Eyes, you still owe me."

"Mr. Dark Eyes?" Drake slowly rose from the chair. "I owe you?"

I took a step back, placing myself in the doorway. Any closer and I'd run. He'd have to catch me and work for the answer.

"I fulfilled my obligation," he said, his head slightly tilted to the side. His pupils swelled.

I licked my lips. "Only to an extent. We were interrupted."

"You are teasing me." He took a step toward me.

Grinning, I darted down the hall, then raced down the stairs. Footsteps came fast behind me. I had no hope of escaping him, but that was all part of the fun. And he knew it.

Drake caught me two steps past the staircase. He picked me up and my legs flew in front of me. He carried me into the bedroom, all while I laughed, screamed a little, and wriggled in his arms. Reaching the bed, he let go and I fell onto the soft mattress.
I quickly twisted around to face him. Below his curled upper lip, two sharp teeth said hello. Amusement played on his face. He grabbed my legs and yanked me toward him.
"Do you refuse to tell me after we agreed—"
"Refuse is such a strong word. I don't refuse. I simply want something in return," I said with a playful smile.
He lowered his body over mine, then rubbed his solid cock against me. Damn, he felt so good and ready.
"I intend to get my answer," he said before he pressed his lips to mine. He kissed me tenderly.
I raked my fingers through his soft hair, brushing it away from his face. "Show me how badly you want it."

After a quick tug, my shorts came off. He showed me how much he wanted my answer, repeatedly, until my body was sore, throbbing with ecstasy, and totally exhausted.


Freedom From the Evil Dead
Soul Catcher
Book 5
Mary Abshire                

Genre: Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Date of Publication: May 18, 2016

ISBN: 9781772338577
ASIN: B01FTR0J4U

Number of pages: 269
Word Count: 87,790

Book Description:

Drake and Jessie have spent a few years hiding from the group of vampires who believe she is a threat to their existence. When Drake learns the organization may be willing to negotiate, he decides to take a chance and meet with them. For over three years, Jessie waits for her vampire lover to return. She fears the worst and seeks to locate him from the only man who can help her.

Jessie bargains with Jeremy, the demon she turned away so long ago. But locating Drake comes with many sacrifices. After Jeremy nearly pays with his life, Jessie takes matters into her own hands. Willing to surrender her own existence, she leaves to free Drake.

Through great heartache and suffering, Jessie struggles to survive. Fury gives her strength and she vows revenge. Given freedom and a chance to live a normal life she's always dreamed, Jessie must decide her future.


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Excerpt Freedom From the Evil Dead:

Jeremy poured more vodka. "I missed our days of drinking together. We had some good times." He set the bottle upright.

I stared at the glass. "You know I wouldn’t be here unless I needed your help. I’m putting your life in danger by coming here."

"Yeah, well…" He gave a casual shrug with one of his shoulders. "I’ve always had a soft spot in my heart for blue-eyed half-demons."

I almost chuckled. Almost, then I grabbed the shot and downed it. The fluid warmed me again.

"In case you’ve forgotten, I’m quite capable of handling any vampires," he said.

"The skill is a handy one." I nodded.

He chuckled. "Nice choice of words." He crossed his arms. "Now tell me what I can help you with."

I breathed in deeply. "I want you to help me find Drake."

The amusement on his face disappeared. "Seriously?"

"I don’t know if he’s alive—"

"He’s been dead for several centuries," he interrupted, and I paused.

"I need proof he’s still here or…not. No pictures. No videos. I need to see with my own eyes if they destroyed him, or if they’re holding him hostage. If they are keeping him against his will, then I want him freed. And if they did destroy him…" I paused to gather more air. "I want them extinguished. And if by all means possible, I want to send their souls to Hell."

Jeremy stared calmly at me, then he rose. He started pacing. "Let me get this straight. You want me to help you find your old lover, whom I despise. And if he’s been burned to ashes, you want me to help you get revenge." He stopped to look at me.

"In a nutshell, yes."

He chuckled as he grabbed the bottle and filled the glass. "Not only am I risking my life, I would be putting others in danger."

"I realize this." The notion of harm to other people bothered me greatly and I vowed to minimize the risk as much as possible. But ultimately, I realized someone could get hurt, or worse.

He took the shot fast, then set the glass on the counter. "Then you know this will cost you."

I lowered my gaze as I nodded. "I know."

He rubbed his hand over his mouth, then scratched his cheek. "What do think? Should I shave?"

I gave him a quizzical look. How could ask me such unimportant questions when we were in the middle of a serious matter?

"I…I don’t know. It looks good on you."

"You think? Doesn't it make me look older though?" He sat on the stool.

I shook my head, disliking his pettiness. "So what if it does? It looks fine on you."

"So you like it?"

I tossed my hands up. "Yes. Yes. Can we get on with negotiations, please?"

He grinned and slowly dragged his gaze down to my chest. I rolled my eyes. It was only a matter of time before his naughty mind would start working.





The Evil Next Door
Soul Catcher
Book 6
Mary Abshire      

Genre: Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Date of Publication: June 13, 2016

ISBN: 9781772338898
ASIN: B01GZLO9BI

Number of pages: 220
Word Count: 69,820

Blurb/Book Description: Jessie is enjoying life as she settles into her new home with Jeremy in New Mexico. She's ready to fulfill her agreement with the demon, but the doctor delays her plans. While she continues to recover from her ordeal with the VETOV, she learns women on the Indian reservation next door are being abused, raped, and sometimes murdered. Jessie starts her own investigation and with the help of a Chief, she's able to trace years of mistreatment to three men.

But Jeremy doesn't want her risking her life. Seeking to protect her, he pleads with her to let him handle the issue. Tension between the two escalates as she takes matters into her own hands. When he proves his devotion to her in ways she never imagined, she discovers her true feelings for the demon. Together, will they be able to end the violence toward women on the reservation?


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Excerpt The Evil Next Door:

The screen door squealed before we reached the kitchen. Jeremy stepped inside, then closed the front door.

"Is everything okay now?" I asked as I approached him.

He secured the lock before he faced me. "I don't want you investigating this matter anymore."

Staring at him, I felt as if I'd been punched in the gut. "Have you no compassion for those women?"

"I do, but your life means more to me."

His response didn't surprise me given the extremes he'd taken to save me and provide me a good life. But his excuse still angered me.

"I can't stop. Those women need help."

"Not from you."

"Then who?" I asked in an elevated tone while I threw up my arms. "The police don't do anything. Nobody helps them. Women are—"

"Stop," he said loudly. "I will not let you get involved. You are mine to protect and I will do it as I see fit."

His words lit a fire within me. I wouldn't stand by and let him tell me what to do. Did he think he could control me because I didn't have any money, a job, or any friends outside his circle? I didn't have any of those things, but I was alive and free. While I would honor our deal, I would not allow him to push me around. And I refused to be treated like a glass doll. Temper shooting through the roof, I balled my hands and stepped toward him.

"You do not own me. I own my life and my soul. Not you." Fury strengthened my voice. Staring into his eyes, I moved closer and he stepped back. "If you think for one second you can control me, think again." He bumped into the door and I stood inches from him. "I am not afraid of you."

His eyes widened as realization slapped him in the face. He grabbed hold of my arms, then spun me around until my back hit the door. Before I could take my next breath, he covered my mouth with his. The kiss stunned me and I didn't want it. I was too outraged. Then, he claimed my tongue and sucked on it. I tried to ignore the intensity of his desire and pushed my hands on his chest. He wouldn't budge. He took hold of my wrists, then pinned them to the door. Body pressed to mine, he rubbed his groin against my belly. My nipples hardened while heat swelled within me. The feel of his solid erection transformed my anger in a flash. When he pushed his length against me again, I wanted nothing more than to have him buried deep inside me.

I moaned under his kiss while I struggled to breathe. My fight to stop him quickly ended, but he continued to pin me to the door. Body wet with need, I yearned for him. He stroked my tongue and I returned the same care. He let go of my wrists, then slid one of his hands between us. While he sought to touch me, I did the same to him. I slipped my hand into his sweat pants and quickly found my prize. It was thick and hard and I never wanted to let go.

About the Author:

Mary lives in Indiana and is a lifetime lover of the paranormal, sci-fi, and fantasy. When she's not slaving away at her government job or binge watching TV, she creates fantastical worlds with vampires, demons, werewolves, angels, and other supernatural creatures. Dive into her books and find action, suspense, a dash of mystery, and seductive men with passionate hearts.





Tour giveaway 

$15 Amazon Gift Card

3 winners total. Each winner can select ONE book from the series

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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her COON HOLLOW TALES of paranormal romance and her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous epic fantasy romance. For a FREE ebook download, read her historic fantasy, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.