Sunday, October 31, 2010

Halloween Bash!


***Warning--Readers beware: Today authors are digging up new and old tales. The allure will be too strong to ignore and you will be drawn to a hauntingly good read.

All Paranormal, Fantasy and Sci-fi authors--- Do you have a new release and would like to share it with others? If so, you've come to the right place. I'm opening my blog for blurbs and short excerpts. Post all information in the comments. Don't forget to let the readers know where they can find you and where they can purchase your book.

If you have a tale about fallen Angels, witches, ghosts, vampires, shapeshiftes of all kinds, aliens, time travel, a Halloween tale--- anything to do with the preternatural realm come by and tell us about it. Past releases welcomed, too.

All I ask is you keep it PG13 for the blurbs and short excerpt, so all ages can enjoy the day. :) If the story is an erotica, please make note of it in your post so the reader is aware before they purchase your book. Let's have a Hauntingly Good Time!

68 comments:

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Here's a blurb for:
A Halloween Collection Anthology

Stimulating stories to satisfy your romantic cravings

Ebook available at:
Victory Tales Press Online Store
Amazon Kindle
Barnes and Noble Nook

Print Available at:
Victory Tales Press
Amazon
Barnes and Noble

**The Curse of Tempest Gate by Karen Michelle Nutt

A beautiful sculpture in the cemetery, a stone angel warrior, draws her attention and her admiration. Could this be the Archangel Michael? Then she finds out more than she bargains for when she sits in the devil’s chair on the eve of Halloween. Two entities need her for their own personal reasons, but only one will demand her heart.

**Always and Forever by Cheryl Pierson

At a children’s Halloween carnival, a Gypsy fortuneteller predicts a new love for both Cindy and Gage. When the two meet over a poorly carved pumpkin, love flickers to life and the stars begin to align.

Conceived in Darkness by Laura Shinn

Prince Orekon is out of time and out of solutions. He must mate and he only has until sunrise in three days or he will lose his throne.

**A Haunting Love by Rebecca J. Vickeryjavascript:void(0)

Trudy thinks she must have lost her mind by agreeing to house-sit a huge, old, Victorian mansion during Halloween week. Lights switching on and off along with odd noises lead her to meet a certain, handsome police officer named Simon.

Renee Wildes said... Best Blogger Tips

My newest release DUST OF DREAMS from Samhain:

Mingling with other races is strictly forbidden, but dream faerie Pryseis has no choice. An innocent goblin child suffers dangerous nightmares, and it should be a simple task to cure him and return to her anxious sisters before the council knows she’s gone.

Yet there’s a reason a creature of air and sunlight has no business underground. Now in chains, prisoner of an ungrateful goblin sorcerer, Pryseis despairs that anyone will save her. Her only comfort—the memory of a man she can only touch in her dreams.

Benilo ta Myran, with the reluctant blessing of his elven king and queen, takes up a quest some would call mad, driven by the certain knowledge that the beautiful faerie who invades his dreams is in danger. He carries a terrible secret—war has broken his healing powers—yet he cannot leave her to face the darkness alone.

The first touch of their flesh surpasses their most erotic dreams, but the nightmare has just begun. There’s the suffering child, and a sorcerer who won’t go down without a fight. And the clock is ticking down for Pryseis, who must return home—or fade away.

Warning: Beware of wounded bunnies, hungry trolls, low ceilings, glowing mold and goblins bearing gifts. Most of all, beware beautiful faeries and hot elves appearing in your dreams. They may lead you astray…and steal your heart.

Cate Masters said... Best Blogger Tips

My paranormal novella, One Soul for Sale - a 2011 EPIC finalist!
When Madelyn sells her soul on UBuy, she’s not ready for the hell that’s unleashed. All she really wants is to make a success of her art. But the gorgeous stranger who buys her soul for $666 asks her to perform a few tasks. Tests of her true worth, Madelyn thinks, as each brings her – and her cat Brutus – into greater danger. And closer to the frightening shadowy figure stalking her. On All Hallows Eve, her final test will open the gates of hell. Or is it heaven?
Happy Halloween!

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Cate,

Your tale sounds fabulous. Tell the readers where they can purchase a copy!

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Renee,

Dust of Dreams sounds fantastic. Thanks for the warning, too. lol

Renee Wildes said... Best Blogger Tips

Thanks Karen!

Miriam Newman said... Best Blogger Tips

Here's a contemporary fantasy romance, Confessions of the Cleaning Lady:

available as a ebook at www.thedarkcastlelords.com/confessions-of-the-cleaning-lady.htm or www.miriamnewman.com

On Thursday, the faeries went on strike and Shawna should have seen it coming. Then again, seeing was part of the problem. Great-granddaughter of a couple who had fled starving Ireland, Shawna could See faeries. It was not a visual seeing, but something that happened in the ancestral recesses of the mind: a subliminal perception of the fast flit of a wing or the shimmer of a gossamer body or the mosquito-like hum of a tiny voice not heard with the ear. But Shawna found herself living not in Ireland, as her genes supposed, but forty-five miles northwest of Philadelphia where Seeing faeries usually resulted in the administration of medication. She had made up her rational twenty-first century mind never to See anything.
It almost worked.
The day before, her friend Dorothy’s significant other, Tom, had brought the Mexican laborers he supervised for a landscaper to moonlight in the pasture behind Shawna’s ramshackle barn. The men had agreed to take down a lightning-struck oak for fifty dollars each and all the beer they could drink, which made it a concern that she and they were uninsured. Her homeowners’ insurance had lapsed—a fact she was trying to keep from the mortgage company—and those men were not working on company time, with workman’s comp.
When they got the tree on the ground and sawed into firewood without anyone being maimed, Shawna thought the worst danger had been averted.
That didn’t work.
On Thursday morning, she was pleased to see the oak in a pile on the leeward side of her barn. It would not do for firewood that winter, but she hoped to need it the following year, when it should be aged enough to feed the basement woodstove. It would have to heat the house if she couldn’t pay her electric bill. If she still had the house, she had the wood. If she didn’t have the house…well, she wouldn’t permit her mind to travel in that direction any more than she would let it See faeries. Apparently, though, they saw her.
She was sure that the shimmer at the base of her wood pile was the sun, poking rays through a canopy of oaks starting to rain their cacophony of September
acorns onto the metal roof of the barn. But the shimmer grew and seemed to be moving. Curious, she squelched through muck and shoots of grass nurtured by droppings from the days when she had not yet fenced in the chicken run, before the Zoning Officer had informed her in less than polite language that she needed one. The hens were behind bars now, metaphorically speaking, and she acquired less white and smelly stuff on her shoes than she might have done as she walked to the barn, but she was conscious of their beady-eyed looks. She knew they burned for the freedom to scratch for crickets and other tasty treats.
Burning, that was it…something must be burning. Yet that glow wasn’t smoke, and it wasn’t fire. It wasn’t anything she had ever seen. That was when Shawna Egan
realized that there was seeing and Seeing. She Saw them: swirling, tumbling, agitated-looking little creatures dipping and darting at such speed that the dappled sunlight glinting on their pulsating wings gave off a glow. She thought at first that the high-pitched whispery sounds she half-heard were the beat-beat-beat of those tiny wings, but they weren’t.
They were shouting at her.

Renee Wildes said... Best Blogger Tips

This is my 2011 EPIC Finalist (Fantasy Romance, non-erotic) LYCAN TIDES from Samhain:

Selkie princess Finora is all too familiar with betrayal. Betrayal by her curiosity, which led her from the sea. By her body, which yielded to a handsome human under the full moon. By the human, who hid her skin and took its location with him to his grave. After seven years of searching, she no longer believes in miracles.

Trystan is a werewolf on a mission to find and return dragons to his homeland. He follows a slim lead westward across an unfamiliar sea. Gravely wounded in a pirate attack, his ship foundered in a storm and sinking fast, he comes face to face with the most unexpected rescuers—Finora and her two half-human children.

Selkie and werewolf. Both creatures ruled by the moon. The attraction is instant, mutual, undeniable…and impossible. Trystan is destined to return to the mountains and Finora can’t leave the sea. Their only gift to each other is one night of searing passion—which could lead to the greatest betrayal of all…

Warning: Contains searing passion, bitter betrayal, hard choices, seven-year curses, and lost seal skins. Throw in an impending selkie war and one wicked ship-wrecking storm. Add a cranky sea-goddess, soul-stealing dragons, interfering mermaids, and children in peril.

Miriam Newman said... Best Blogger Tips

Sorry for the long double post, Karen. I have no clue how that happened. Was having trouble even getting it on there once!

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

No problem Miriam. :)

Miriam Newman said... Best Blogger Tips

Good Lord, I see it went completely berserk. Well, I do have that effect on things. Apologies!

Lilly Gayle said... Best Blogger Tips

Great excerpts, Karen. Thanks for letting us share. Out of the Darkness is a vampire romance available in e-book and print from The Wild Rose Press http://goo.gl/C3iL

Out of the Darkness-

Here research could cure his dark hunger if a covert government agent doesn't get to her first.

Vincent Maxwell is a vampire with a conscience seeking a cure to his dark hunger. But when a scientist looking to create vampire soldiers captures and kills a fellow vampire, Vincent seeks out Dr. Megan Harper, a research scientist who discovered a link between a genetic light sensitivity disorder and vampirism. Dr. Harper could hold a key to a cure and the answers to Gerard’s death. But getting close to the beautiful scientist could endanger both their lives.

When Megan meets Vincent she believes he suffers from xeroderma pigmentosum, the genetic disease that killed her sister. Sensing a deep loneliness within the handsome man, she offers friendship and access to her research files. But she and Vincent soon become more than friends and Megan learns the horrifying truth. She's entered the dark and unseen world of vampires and Vincent is her only hope of survival.

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Miriam,

Like magic there's only one post now. lol.

Sounds like a great read. Share a blurb of Scion Book I: House of Bardin.

I enjoyed the story. I read somewhere there's going to be a sequel?

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Renee,

Congratulations on being an EPIC finalist--Twice!

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Hi Lilly!

Gotta love Vampire Tales especially for Halloween.

Renee Wildes said... Best Blogger Tips

Thanks Karen!
Seems a weird EPIC 1-2-3:
1 - Publisher/Series
2 - years in a row
3 - the first 3 books in the series
finaled

Still waiting for the final postings as to who ALL the finalists are!

P.S. BTW, today's my 13th Wedding Anniversary! Yes, we got married on Halloween. No, we did not have orange bridesmaids' dresses.

Miriam Newman said... Best Blogger Tips

Here's a blurb and excerpt from my futuristic romance, Scion: (this is an R-rated book)

Blurb: After eight years as a rebellious sex slave on the planet Thelona, Lela is weary and jaded.
Caius, forced into the lifestyle of the idle rich by his return to Thelona after eight exciting years in the Mercenary Corps, thinks he has only bought a night’s pleasure.
They never expect what happens next.

Excerpt: The girl had sixteen years by Danaali’s sun. That age would be slightly more on some planets, a bit less on others, but by any estimation she had reached the age of flowering. Her skin was the color of milk from the nonnis she herded for her father, her hair was blue-black and shiny and her eyes were clear, startling blue offset by coal-black lashes. Her features were pert, with a slightly uptilted nose, full lips the color of berries and a sweetly rounded chin. The marble column of her throat led to perfectly formed shoulders and delicate collar bones visible beneath her youthful, supple skin. Her breasts had ripened. She was untouched…perfect. She was worth a fortune.
“Sixteen latares,” the slave trader said.
“Twenty.” Lela’s father had two sons and both needed armament. “She’s a virgin.”
“So they all say. Prove it, if you want your price.”
Admon gestured to his wife, standing in a dark corner of the elongated hovel that sheltered their family of five. The thatch leaked, the wattle and daub walls were chinked and drafty for want of time and materials to patch them. Perhaps, if Lela brought enough, that might be remedied.
Admon glared at the girl’s mother, who had not moved. “Bring oil if you do not want her hurt.”
The girl stood immobile as her parents and the slaver approached. It was a test of her mettle, she told herself as she stood, quaking. She knew it was only the first of the indignities she would suffer so that her brothers might live. Her mother had told her what to expect.
The man was quick, at least. He turned to her father, wiping his hands. “Eighteen.”
“Twenty for a virgin. It’s always twenty.”
“Times are hard. Eighteen.”
“Done.” Lela’s father sealed her fate.
Her mother handed the cringing girl a gown, sheltering her while Lela dropped the gray homespun over her head. A graceless dress, but she had never been so grateful for it, shuddering within its warmth. Unbidden, she picked up her shoes and stockings from the bench where they had been laid. She was shaking so hard she could barely put them on, but she knew she must, and quickly. Money was already changing hands.
Her mother knew it, too. Ellendra gently slid two tooled leather ornaments into the girl’s silky hair, securing them with a final pat. To the men, it looked like a tender parting.
“One segment only, each time you must,” her mother whispered, pulling Lela close. “Give them no more slaves.”
The girl nodded, biting her lip. Her brothers were elsewhere, shamed by her sacrifice. She had bidden them farewell the previous night. There was no point in leave-taking from her father, who had withdrawn his affection years before, knowing that she would be sold. She looked only into her mother’s seamed and weathered face, stroking her cheek for a last time.
“Be well, my mother.”
The slaver shifted from foot to foot and Ellendra glanced at him hopelessly. “Where will they take her?”
“Thelona,” he answered. “It’s a rich planet. She will have a good life.” He had said it to a thousand mothers.
Admon cleared his throat, addressing his daughter. “Your name will be honored in this family.”
Lela picked up the satchel containing her few belongings and walked of her own volition to the slaver. She could still feel oil between her thighs and the violation of his probing.
“This family has no honor,” she said.

Available in print or as an ebook at www.miriamnewman.com

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Rene,

You were married on Halloween? Well, this is certainly your day. lol

I'm glad the bridesmaid dresses weren't orange. :)

Renee Wildes said... Best Blogger Tips

I just "liked" your facebook page and "shared" this event on my page. Maybe I'll be able to bring over a few more folks today.

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Miriam,

Thanks for sharing Scion. Great tale!

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Renee,

Thanks for sharing and for the "Like" on facebook. :)

Please do bring friends. :)

Renee Wildes said... Best Blogger Tips

Karen -
I think there's only 2 people on the planet who look good in orange and I don't know either of them! My friend Susie got married on Halloween the year before I did and she DID have orange bridesmaids dresses. UGH! That's all I can say - UGH!

Jacqueline Seewald said... Best Blogger Tips

Hi, Karen,

Here's my blurb:

Tea Leaves and Tarot Cards
Published by Five Star/Gale

At a ball in Regency London in 1816, Maeve, part gypsy, part mystic and accounted an original by the ton, meets the dashing Marquess of Huntingdon, a fashionable sophisticate and handsome rake. The attraction between them is immediate and powerful. The Marquess dances with Maeve who he finds secretive and mysterious, as well as sexually desirable. He also decides to do whatever it takes to make her his mistress. Maeve, however, doesn't want to be any man's mistress. She values her freedom. What she does want is for Adam, the Marquess of Huntingdon, to help her friend, Lady Caroline, avoid a loveless marriage to Adam's cousin, a man old enough to be the girl's father. The novel is a charming, witty, fast-paced historical romance with elements of mystery, the paranormal and romantic suspense.

Review:
"Jacqueline Seewald's Tea Leaves and Tarot Cards delivers an unusual and intriguing heroine together with fast-paced historical romantic-suspense. Seewald is very much at home in her early 19th century setting."

- Jayne Ann Krentz (Amanda Quick)

Buy it on Amazon, B&N online, or request it at your local library!

Happy Halloween, Everyone!

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Jacqueline,

You had me intrigued with the title,

"Tea Leaves and Tarot Cards"

Thanks for sharing. :)

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Renee,

Lol-- I agree, orange is not a color most can pull off.

Renee Wildes said... Best Blogger Tips

I just posted this link over at the Samhain cafe Yahoo site, too

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

I'll Share my new Fallen Angels Series. This is the first book. The second will be released 2011.

Eli: Warriors for the Light
Available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble and other online stores.

At a very young age the Rules of Conduct for the Fallen Angels were drummed into Eli Grigori’s head.

Rule number one: Do not befriend a human. Rule number two: Do not interfere in their lives. Rule number three: Do not have relations with a human. Rule number four: Under no circumstances will you ever reveal your true self. He managed to break all of the above.

Ol’ Hallow’s Eve is the day the veil between worlds are thin. It’s the only day out of the year the preternatural beings are allowed to walk among the humans as their true selves. With Eli’s wings bound and his glamour stripped, the Elders send him back in time before Ryden O’Sullivan knew the truth about him. If she is truly his soul mate, then her heart should recognize him.
There are those among the Watchers who are afraid Eli might succeed in his quest for love. If he does, everything will change within the brethren. Hashasheen demons, assassins for hire are sent to take out Eli and Ryden. Eli is a warrior and will fight to keep Ryden safe, but time may be his biggest enemy.

The Elders gave him until the end of Ol’ Hallow’s Eve. Ryden must fall in love with him by then or his life will be forfeited.

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Excerpt For Eli: Warriors for the Light:

“I want to kiss you, Ryden O’Sullivan. What do you say about that?”

Man, the way Eli said her name, curling it off his tongue like he was describing a tantalizing sweet. She wanted him to kiss her, too. “I…”

He didn’t wait for her to finish and she really didn’t know what she was going to tell him anyway. It didn’t seem to matter now. He took the steps that separated them. His one hand encircled her waist, bringing her closer. His other hand tipped her head up, cradling it in his palm. Slowly, lazily, never breaking eye contact, he lowered his mouth to hers, claiming her lips. The sweet urgency of his kiss was like a drug, making her shake, breathless and yearning for more. The kiss spilled through to her soul with recognition. She kissed him before…made love to him.

Startled at where her thoughts had drifted, she shook her head and pulled away. That wasn’t right. They hadn’t even dated and she sure would remember taking this man to her bed. Man, her brain was severely scrambled.

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Renee,

You're wonderful! Thanks for spreading the word. The more the merrier!

Should I order more punch? lol

Keta Diablo said... Best Blogger Tips

Hi Karen and everyone,

What a great idea! Thanks for allowing us to tell your followers about our paranormal books.

My latest release is Where The Rain Is Made, a paranormal shifter. Recently WTRIM was nominated for a BOOKIE AWARD by Authors After Dark at their annual convention. We're in the BEST e-book novel category so don't forget to vote in November here: http://authorsafterdark.blogspot.com/

About Where The Rain Is Made:

After a decadent-looking savage captures Francesca DuVall and her brother Marsh, she spends every waking moment planning an escape. She didn’t count on the powerful draw of desire interfering with her scheme while in the clutches of the brutal Cheyenne Dog Soldiers.

Ethan Gray is a curator at a national museum . . . most of the time. When he travels through time to help his beloved People he’s Meko, leader of the most revered and feared tribe of the plains. Their worlds are decades apart and yet Meko can’t resist the dark beauty he kidnapped during a raid. Violent battles loom on the horizon, but there’s only one he must win at all costs – the capture of Cesca’s heart forever.

From the windswept plains of Colorado and the harsh life of a Dog Soldier to the placid life of a curator, their love was fueled by passion and kindled by destiny.

BUY HERE ON KINDLE:
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BUY HERE FROM PUBLISHER
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Follow Keta's Keep, her erotic romance blog:
http://ketaskeep.blogspot.com

Stacey Joy Netzel said... Best Blogger Tips

Karen, thanks for the opportunity to post an excerpt from my 2007 paranormal novella:

4 Stars, Romance Junkies ~ “IF TOMBSTONES COULD TALK is sweet, sensual and one of the most romantic stories I've ever read."

IF TOMBSTONES COULD TALK:

History aficionado Melanie Sparks takes a walking tour of the cemetery in her new Colorado town and learns more about one of the past residents than she ever could've imagined. The story behind Andrew Lindeman's tragic death during the Pike’s Peak Gold Rush in 1859 triggers dreams in which she relives his last moments. She’s drawn closer to the handsome ghost while she resolves to clear his tarnished name. A passionate kiss sets his spirit free, but will Melanie lose her heart for good?

EXCERPT:
A handsome man, his dark horse, gunshots and a raging river plagued Melanie’s dreams that night. She woke Saturday morning completely exhausted, yet an energy she couldn’t explain pulsed through her. After cleaning her house and washing a few loads of laundry, she tried weeding her two small flower gardens in the backyard.

Nothing took her mind off Andrew Lindeman, or more accurately, nothing could erase the memory of that shadow figure next to his tombstone.

She gave up trying to review the current case she was working on and put on her tennis shoes. A long walk along the South Platte River only led her back to the cemetery. She paused outside the gate, staring intently at that one specific shaded gravesite. Everything looked normal. Most likely she’d imagined things yesterday. Her imagination had been in overdrive after all the wonderful history she’d learned.

She entered the grounds and followed the path John had led the group along the day before. Every so often she snuck a glance toward the black granite, until at the end, she stood in front of it. Deep breath. Squatting down, she reached to touch the old, worn stone sunk in the earth.

Cold. As it should be.

Her gaze rose to the other one. She didn’t want to touch it, but had to make sure. Her hand trembled slightly as she extended her arm. Cool. Smooth. Relief flooded through her. With one finger, she traced the A in Andrew, then flattened her palm over the name.

In a single instant, the granite warmed, almost to the point of burning her flesh. She yanked her hand back, then nearly jumped out of her skin as a figure materialized right before her eyes.

His dark, glittering eyes locked on her. She couldn’t breathe. If she stayed still, would he go away? She needed oxygen or she’d faint. Rising slowly, she drew in a lungful of air, then concentrated on repeating the process. All the while, her mind registered details.

The man of her dreams. Tall. Dark, wavy hair, worn long enough to hang over his forehead and brush his collar. Eyes that at first glance appeared black but now she saw were a sexy slate gray. His thick eyebrows shadowed them, making them seem darker. A hint of a five o’clock shadow lent a sinister air, yet she wasn’t truly afraid.

“You can see me.” The husky accusation washed over her.

Available at TWRP:
http://bit.ly/SJNetzelbooks

Happy Halloween and thanks for reading!

Stacey Joy Netzel said... Best Blogger Tips

Happy Anniversary, Renee! :)

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

The spirits are being messing with blogger. lol I'm posting a blurb for CAROL NORTH.

Eternally His

All Erica Peterson wants to do is pay off the mortgage on her bridal salon when a ghost wearing a Victorian wedding gown appears in the salon. The disturbance the ghost causes attracts police detective Grant Stewart.

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Excerpt for CAROL NORTH

EXCERPT

Someone let out a volcanic scream. Shrill "eeks" went straight up and a billowing "pomagają mnie" vibrated along the ceiling from room to room.

Erica and Millie hurried down the fitting room hall in the direction of the screams.

They found Alena lying in a heap in the doorway of fitting room three. Erica knelt down and felt the pulse in her neck. "She's okay. Millie, please get the smelling salts from my top desk drawer, and wring out a towel in cold water." She sat on the floor and put the bridal consultant's head in her lap, then looked up and saw the hall was filled with consultants, stock girls, and brides. "She'll be all right. She does this a lot. She's very emotional, probably saw a bug. Run along now. I'll let you know what happened--later." She rubbed Alena's arms.

Millie returned. Erica took the cold, damp towel from her and placed it behind Alena's neck, then broke open the glass vial. Ammonia fumes filled the air. Erica coughed and turned her head, then waved the vial under Alena's nose until she began murmuring softly in Polish. Soon she opened her eyes, looked around, and whimpered. "I have to go home, before she comes back."

"Don't talk for a while. We'll help you to the office." Erica said and raised her eyebrows at Millie. They each took a side, half-carried Alena to the office, and, in spite of her protests, deposited her on the sofa.

"You're still too shaky to walk and drive. Lie down for a while, then I'll drive you home, if you still want to go." Erica moved a chair to the sofa and sat down. "Now tell me what happened."

Alena whispered, "She came back. It was her again." Her shaking right hand made a sign of the cross over her head and chest. "Bóg...Bóg...save us."

"Who came back?" asked Erica. When she noticed the consultant's eyes closing, she repeated her question. "Who came back? Tell me now." She placed a sofa pillow behind Alena and gently directed her to lean back.

"The bride...in the Victorian wedding gown. The door was open to fitting room three." She rolled her eyes, moaned, and lifted her head from the pillow. "I looked in and saw her. I talked to her. She just smiled, didn't say anything." The consultant's head fell back on the sofa pillow. "We're cursed. I'll call Father Vincent. He'll bless the salon. Oh...what have we done to deserve this?"

"Deserve what? Tell me what else happened." Erica forced her voice to remain calm and steady even though her stomach was turning somersaults.

"She seemed taller than I remembered. I looked down at her feet. Don't make me say it. I want to go home." She made a feeble attempt to lift her head.

Erica stroked Alena's forehead, and talked in a quiet, soothing voice, "There's nothing to be afraid of. I'm here, and the salon is filled with people. Nothing can hurt you. Just tell me what you saw, so I can take care of it."

The consultant sighed deeply. "I...I looked down at her feet. They weren't touching the floor." She paused for a moment, then her words poured out. "She was floating in the air. I screamed and closed my eyes for a second. I opened them. She was gone. I was standing in the doorway. She couldn't have left the room unless she went through the walls, or through...me." She trembled and cried softly for a moment. "She's the one, the one who's been doing all those terrible things...the lights...the furniture..." Her eyelids fluttered. She looked up at Erica. "The salon is haunted."

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

EXCERPT FOR CAROL NORTH IS FOR ETERNALLY HIS.

THIS IS A WONDERFUL HAUNTING STORY. DON'T WANT TO MISS THIS ONE. :)

Renee Wildes said... Best Blogger Tips

Hi Stacey!
Thanks! Nice to "see" ya here! How's your Halloween going so far?

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Waving Keta!!

Thanks for coming by.

Readers I have had the honor of reading Where The Rain Is Made--
This is a historical romance sure to magically sweep you back in time. A must read!

Nightingale said... Best Blogger Tips

Excerpt from Black Swan, a vampire story from The Wild Rose Press:

The fact that the man she loved was in bed with another woman ceased to be important when Holly saw the blood.

Her heart, which had been running on empty until she met Tristan, stuttered and stalled. Horror freeze-framed time—the shutter snaps of images flooding her brain almost audible. She couldn’t breathe or move, knew she hadn’t made a sound, but Tristan's head snapped up. Wild red eyes honed in on her. Blood smeared his mouth, drizzled from two wounds on his partner's throat. The woman he'd been screwing was deathly pale and deadly still.

She should run before he shouted, "What the hell are you doing here?" but fear had turned her to ice. Holly hadn't blinked but Tristan stood on his feet. Her heart tripped over a beat. No one could move that fast. He shook back his mane of black hair and, holding her prisoner in his gaze, and glided toward her. The last rays of the dying sun bronzed his body. How incredibly beautiful he was. How she loved him. How dare he do this to her?

She wanted to scream, “You SOB! Saturday you said you loved me. Monday you're banging another woman!"

Humiliation, jealousy and grief burned like fire beneath her skin. She tried, but failed to tear her gaze from his. Tristan's eyes were luminous azure not scarlet. The blood on his mouth had somehow disappeared, or, please, God maybe she’d imagined it.. His naked body blocked Holly's view of the bed but she knew the woman still lay there. Why hadn't she said something, jumped up or grabbed her clothes and slammed the door? Blood.

Her heard gave a dizzy spin. Maybe the woman was dead. Fear broke Holly’s paralysis.

"I’d no right.” She folded her arms tight across her chest, holding herself together as she backed away, babbling, “I did knock. The door was open a little bit.” But there’s been no welcoming light only shadows. “I’m sorry. So sorry. I'm going now.”

Before I start crying.

“Hols,” Tristan whispered, his voice as lovely as the music he made. “Wait please. Allow me to explain.”

Hols. His pet name for me.

In one swift move that blurred her vision, he bent and the sheet materialized loosely knotted around his hips. Was he trying to be modest? They'd been sleeping together for a month. In that time, she’d lovingly memorized every contour of his slender, muscled physique. Holly's willful eyes traveled down him, catching on the long lump beneath the sheet. Memories teased her, desire pulsing above her pelvic bone.

Not modesty.

Covering his nakedness marked an end to intimacy, a prelude to goodbye. Her gaze fled from temptation.

Tristan manifested at her side. She clamped a hand to her mouth but a cry escaped. Velvet hands closed on her shoulders, and an electric thrill zinged through her. Holly's heart yearned to believe that she’d imagined the last five minutes, but the image of her Tristan tangled around another woman had been branded on her eyes.

Damn him.

She’d chosen the green-and-white striped Ralph Lauren sheet riding low on his hips. He blinked as if she'd cursed him aloud, and his hands fell away. He gave her a wary smile.

Though she still felt the warmth of his touch, jealousy hardened her voice. "I'm going, Tristan. Sorry I didn't mean to—" Catch you in the act? "To interrupt."

His smile faded and it seemed the world went dark. As if he could explain without speaking, he stared into her eyes, finally said, “It’s not what you think.”

Buy Link: http://www.thewildrosepress.com/black-swan-p-1164.htmlristanhttp://www.thewildrosepress.com/black-swan-p-1164.html

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Stacey,

I'm a fan of old cemeteries.

I have to read your IF TOMBSTONES COULD TALK.

Thanks for sharing.

Stacey Joy Netzel said... Best Blogger Tips

Thanks, Karen. :) Your The Curse of Tempest Gate sounds more scary than mine. The whole anthology sounds good!

Renee, getting ready to take the kidlets trick-or-treating later. Should be fun for about an hour when they'll start complaining about the walking. Then we head back to the van!

How about you--anything special planned for the Anniversary?

Renee Wildes said... Best Blogger Tips

Stacey -
we only ever trick or treat for about an hour before Tami complains about being cold and wants to go home. Her devil costume this year is NOT warm! We went out for fancy dinner for our anniversary last night.

Susan Macatee said... Best Blogger Tips

Hi, Karen! My vampire novella isn't quite a year old, but since it was released two weeks after Halloween last year, I kind of missed out on the Halloween promo.

My story is Sweet Redemption published by The Wild Rose Press.

Blurb: On a cold December night, Union infantry captain, Jonathan Hackett, is pinned down on the Fredericksburg battlefield trying to escape Confederate fire. But a creature of the night, more dangerous than any enemy soldier, stalks him. Jon must fight for his life as well as his soul.

Maddie Emery has lost everything dear to her. Her husband and parents have passed on and her brothers are off fighting in the Confederate Army. She’s alone, trying single-handedly to hold onto her family’s farm, when a Yankee soldier collapses across her stoop.

Maddie and Jon soon form a bond of love and tender desire. But when Jon begins to exhibit signs of becoming the creature he fears most, is their love enough to fight off the evil of a centuries old vampire bent on destroying them?

Find excerpt, review and purchase link at www.susanmacatee.com/mybooks.html

And happy Halloween!

Mariposa Cruz said... Best Blogger Tips

Karen,

Great party! Here's my blurb for my short story, Howl.
As if Kate Owens doesn't have enough problems as a struggling single mom and paralegal, a brutal animal attack outside her office plunges her into turmoil. At work, she is attracted to her rescuer, Jack Walker, an attorney wary of commitment. Every morning after the attack she awakes drenched in blood beside the body of a mangled stray. Kate's days become a battle to maintain control while her nights are a disturbing blur of dreams. Will Kate's nightly madness harm her young daughter? Lone wolf attorney, Jack Walker understands the reason for his paralegal's exhaustion and haunted demeanor. Jack has pursued the beast since law school graduation and he knows the creature's relentless thirst for revenge. Can Jack save Kate from her attacker and her own savage nature?
Howl is available from The Wild Rose Press.
Have a wonderful Halloween!

Carol North said... Best Blogger Tips

Karen:

Thanks for the kind words about Eternally His, and thanks so much for posting the excerpt.

I'm enjoying your Halloween bash. Am going to select a print book from the comments. I was born on All Hallows Eve (late on the 30th) so I collect scary stories.

Marie Beau said... Best Blogger Tips

Lyssa Merrick is happy with her life leading wildlife and wilderness expeditions through the upper Adirondacks. She’s proud of the business she built on her own, and happy with the freedom to run whenever she feels the need.

Wolfe Reardon, as leader of his pack, wants to create a wildlife sanctuary to allow certain species to repopulate the area, as well as to provide a safer environment for his pack without fear of hunters.
When Wolfe walks into Wilderness Wanderings, he knows he’s met his mate. Lyssa, unfortunately, is not so happy to discover her destined mate is a wolf. Long ago she swore she would never be a member of a pack again and she’s sure nothing he says will change that.

Excerpt :

She was temptation incarnate. Wolfe wanted to let his fingers linger in her short white-blonde hair. Her pixie face and bright hazel eyes were enough to bring any hot-blooded man back for a second look…or more. The intelligence behind the eyes, the self-contained responses only made him want to dig deeper—get to know her—on every level. It was all Wolfe could do not to lift her over the counter and take advantage of the smell of arousal emanating from her body. But her look was anything but inviting. His fingers clutched the hand he was holding a little tighter, well aware of her resistance. Her sigh was his undoing. He reached behind her neck, his fingers luxuriating in the soft fur at her nape. He needed to taste her lips and take just a lick of her neck, maybe a nibble, mark her as his.

Wolfe leaned forward, tugging gently for her to meet him partway, and suddenly he was holding…air.
Silver white fur glimmered and he caught a glimpse of her twitching whiskers and pointed ears as she swiveled and raced to the back. Her transformation was beautiful. A lynx. A soft, furry, intoxicating cat.

Marie Beau

Release date: 10/1/2010
Whispers Publishing
http://www.whispershome.com/

For more about Lyssa and Wolfe, visit me at:
http://www.authormariebeau.blogspot.com/

Catherine Bybee said... Best Blogger Tips

Great idea, Karen...

Embracing the Wolf by Catherine Bybee Available at www.thewildrosepress.com

Blurb:
Werewolves come in two categories, good and evil. Although Richard Ritter's family has encouraged him to make the change for years, he never considered embracing his wolf until he meets Kate Davis. One night with her however, and his life changes forever.

After a horrifying evening of violence, Kate Davis's life is turned upside down. Richard offers more than security; he offers her passion, something she hasn’t experienced in years. Falling in love with him was easy, but once she learns what he becomes every month her fear of the unknown threatens their future.

2nd Excerpt

With no parking space in sight, Kate parked along the side street in the dirt. Joey lugged his backpack over his arm and followed her toward the entrance of the school.

“We’re going to sleep there again tonight, right?”

“I think so.” Kate pivoted, certain someone called her name. A parent she didn’t recognize walked a few feet away, but diverted her eyes when Kate searched hers. Not seeing anyone she knew, she continued walking.

“I hope so,” Joey said.

Her hands chilled, the hair on her nape stood on end. A few more feet, and Kate stopped moving. The heavy weight of someone’s stare kept her from taking another step. Wary, she turned around in a full circle.

Someone was watching her.

Parents passed her by, moving around her as if she were a big rock in a small stream.

Her spine stiffened.

“Come on, mom.” Joey tugged her arm.

“Wait a minute.” I’m being paranoid.

“I’m going to be late.”

Kate started forward again. When her phone rang in her purse, she jumped. She retrieved her phone and glanced at the digital display. She didn’t recognize the number.

She pressed talk and slowly brought the phone to her ear. “Hello?”

Static and wind brushed against her ear with the hum of the line.

Nothing.

“Hello?” she asked again, trying to keep her panic at bay.

The school bell buzzed, the sound echoed in her phone as if in stereo. Whoever the caller was, they were somewhere on campus.

Panic gripped her throat, threatening to choke it off. She closed the phone and threw it in her purse. “Come on.” She pulled Joey away from the school, back toward her car.

“What are we doing?” Joey’s little legs ran to keep up with her, his eyes suddenly large and flooded with fear and confusion.

“We need to go.”

“What about school?”

The kids ran in the opposite direction, all of them scrambling to make it inside before the doors shut.

Kate ran to her car with Joey’s hand secured in hers.

“What’s the matter, Mommy?”

Catherine Bybee said... Best Blogger Tips

Not sure how that happened... I swear I only clicked once. lol

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Catherine,

It's the spirits playing with us I think. No worries, I did a little magic to fix it. Only one post now. :)

Thanks so much for coming by to share your tale.

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Carol,

I didn't know that you were born late Oct. 3Oth. Happy Birthday!!

I've always love Halloween and the paranormal. It's my favorite time of year.

I went into labor on Oct 31st with my daughter, but she wasn't born until All Souls Day on Nov. 2nd. We had Halloween parties for her and she just so happens to love Halloween, too.

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Hi Marie,

So glad to see you!!! We've done a lot of partying lately. lol

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Maripoza,

Thanks for coming by. There's a few here from the shifter blog hopping, too. :)

Brigit Aine said... Best Blogger Tips

Red's Return, Torrent's Talents Book 1, available at Decadent Publishing http://www.decadentpublishing.com

Book One of Torrent’s Talents


For Red Hood, it's been a long journey to Grandma's house. Her escape to big-city life is not what she had expected; the hustle and bustle of metropolis has left her feeling alienated and more of a freak than she could have imagined. Torrent, the town where she grew up, on the other hand, has so much more to offer--friends, family and acceptance of her 'special' breed of talent.

Red quickly makes up her mind to return home. The warm embrace of her parents and grandmother are alluring, but the mysterious stranger she bumps into on the path to Grandma's might just sweeten the deal.



Genre: Paranormal romance, shapeshifter

Heat level: 4

Cover art by Dara England



Red’s Return is our October Read for a Cure title. All publisher proceeds during this month will be donated to the American Cancer Society’s Relay for Life.



~Excerpt~
“Nice to meet you Red Hood, I am Ethan Wolfe.” Red started to laugh so hard, she almost toppled again. If Ethan had not been holding her hand and caught her under the elbow she would have. The tingling sensations in her fingertips from his touch had her sobering fast. She hadn't felt an instant attraction to a man in a long time. Ethan looked at her as if she had lost her mind.

“I am sorry, but the story of Little Red Riding Hood just popped into my head there. Red and the Wolfe?” She smiled. “My grandmother always told me the big, bad wolf was going to find me on the path and want to keep me for himself someday.”
Ethan smiled at her, a wide, hungry smile.
Red took another step back.
“Well I was on my way to my grandmother's house, so I think I had better get there. It was nice to meet you Ethan Wolfe.” Red took off at a brisk pace for her grandma's house.
Ethan watched Red Hood walk away from him, the wicked smile unwaning. Grandma always told her that the big, bad wolf would want to keep her, did she? Well Grandma did not know how right she was. Ethan was definitely going to keep her for himself and he was the biggest, baddest wolf around.

Brigit Aine said... Best Blogger Tips

Red's Return, Torrent's Talents Book 1, available at Decadent Publishing http://www.decadentpublishing.com

Book One of Torrent’s Talents


For Red Hood, it's been a long journey to Grandma's house. Her escape to big-city life is not what she had expected; the hustle and bustle of metropolis has left her feeling alienated and more of a freak than she could have imagined. Torrent, the town where she grew up, on the other hand, has so much more to offer--friends, family and acceptance of her 'special' breed of talent.

Red quickly makes up her mind to return home. The warm embrace of her parents and grandmother are alluring, but the mysterious stranger she bumps into on the path to Grandma's might just sweeten the deal.



Genre: Paranormal romance, shapeshifter

Heat level: 4

Cover art by Dara England



Red’s Return is our October Read for a Cure title. All publisher proceeds during this month will be donated to the American Cancer Society’s Relay for Life.

Brigit Aine said... Best Blogger Tips

Cassie's Awakening, Torrent's Talents Book 2

http://www.eternalpress.biz

Cassie’s talent is dampening the emotions of others. This has been a very useful way of keeping peace around her, but has proven harmful in learning about passion and love. After all, none of the men she has ever dated have been able to profess or show the true depth of their feelings.

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Nightingale,

What's Halloween without a good vampire tale. Sounds fantastic!

Thanks for sharing.

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Brigit,

Thanks for coming by and sharing! Fantastic tales!

Susan Hanniford Crowley said... Best Blogger Tips

A blurb for Vampire in the Basement:

A broken heart can never heal. That’s what Lorraine believes until this bunny shapeshifter who keeps forgetting her clothes meets Theo.

Tall, blond, and handsome Theo, ‬vampire and‭ ‬Arnhem Knight,‭ assists supernaturals in need but when he meets Lorraine, he needs her. It’s more than desire. He wants her heart.

Part of the Vampires in Manhattan series by Susan Hanniford Crowley

Ebook Available at:
http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-vampireinthebasement-448370-139.html

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Hi Susan,

So glad you could join us! :)

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

What's Halloween without a good Haunting.
E-book at All Romance E-books and Fictionwise

SHATTERED ILLUSIONS
Excerpt:

Brona hurried up the porch steps and to some remnant of cover. She needed to collect the firewood and light the fireplace or the house wouldn’t be warm tonight. She wished her husband would hurry home. “I miss you, Liam.” He had been called away on business and she didn’t expect him home until the end of the week. She sighed. “Ah Liam, a welcoming hug and your warm lips on mine, is what I be needing this night.” Instead, she had her sister, Tara for company. She loved her sister and they would probably talk into the wee hours of the night, but it wasn’t the same as having her husband there to keep her warm. She liked to snuggle near the fire with him on nights like this. They would sip hot chocolate with marshmallows as they talked about their dreams for the future.

She glanced up as the lightning shot across the sky. She hoped she wouldn’t lose electricity as they had the many times before with lesser storms. She shook some of the water off of her and walked over to the front door. Her hands were frozen and she fumbled with the key, only to realize the door stood slightly ajar. Brona hesitated at the threshold, listening, but the only sound she heard was the bawling winds and the rumble of thunder behind her.
Her sister, Tara was napping when she left the house. That’s why she had taken her keys to lock the door. Her brows furrowed. Did I forget to lock it in my haste to be near the sea? It wouldn’t surprise her if she had. How many times had Liam come home to find the door unlocked and she nowhere to be found?

Their rugged house stood hidden in a lush forest near the edge of a cliff. From the porch they could see the ocean meet the horizon, an endless view of blue and green water. A hike down the cliff brought them to a private beach with areas she had yet to explore. She sighed. On a clear night the sunsets were breathtaking. She loved that they lived far off the beaten path. They didn’t have much traffic up here, but Liam was from the city and insisted that locks were placed. She looked at the open door. Now he had her paranoid that someone had broken in while she’d been gone. “Don’t be silly. I forgot to lock the door is all there is to it.”

“Tara,” she called as she entered the house. She flipped on the living room light. “Tara, I’m back and cold to the bone.” Her chuckle died in her throat. A confusing rush of anticipation and dread whirled inside of her. Why wasn’t her sister answering? No sounds came from within as if she entered a tomb. Goose flesh moved up her spine, making her shiver.

Lightning crackled in the sky and thunder shook the windows, causing Brona to jump. She whirled around to shut and locked the door behind her. She headed for the stairs with a thought: What if she had locked the intruder in with her? She stood at the bottom of the stairs and looked up at the inky blackness waiting for her.
She had to go up there. She had to make sure Tara was okay.

She’d only taken a step when a guttural cry of terror rose above the storm’s violence. “Oh my God, Tara!”

Lisa Alexander Griffin said... Best Blogger Tips

Danielle's Touch
Purchase Link: http://passioninprint.com/ShowBook.php?CR=LAGDANLTOUCH

Or find all my titles at Amazon:http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=Lisa+Alexander-Griffin&x=20&y=18

Blurb:
Rebuilding her life after escaping an abusive marriage, Danielle Courtland throws herself into her new decorating business. Men are the last thing on her mind…until a Stetson-wearing cowboy enters her shop, that is.

The hazel-eyed cowboy needs her help. Restoring an old Victorian-styled plantation house, he realizes the job requires a feminine touch. Caught off guard by the sexiest woman he's ever laid eyes on, Ethan’s vow to never love again is all but forgotten as he falls hard for the tempting decorator.

Passion simmers, and love is no longer a dream. But hidden in the shadows, danger waits, threatening Danielle and Ethan's chance at a life together. Will a man, twisted by his obsession, separate them forever?

Lisa Alexander Griffin said... Best Blogger Tips

Shattered Illusions
Purchase Link: http://pinkpetalbooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=12&products_id=97

Or find all my titles at Amazon:http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=Lisa+Alexander-Griffin&x=20&y=18


BLURB:

After a ten year stint in prison for a crime he didn't commit, a changed Cage Sinclair returns to his hometown. Hell-bent on clearing his name, trust is nonexistent--especially with the woman who had loved, and betrayed, him in the same breath. The woman who now lived in his deceased father's house.

Morgan still yearns for the love of her life to return, even though her own fear helped railroad him into prison. She has kept her silence to protect her son. But now Cage is back.

Inconceivable danger lurks in the shadows, but behind closed doors embers ignite and old passions flame.

Amidst betrayal, deceit and shattered illusions, will the truth tear them apart or bind them together forever?

witchskel said... Best Blogger Tips

Merry Meet,
My name is Angie Skelhorn. I am celebrating the release of my first fiction ebook titled On The Edge.

Available online at http://clublighthousepublishing.com

The death of Carm’s husband had a devastating effect on her. She spends many months in a downward spiral lost to drugs. A witch name Gretchen’s penetrating insight and wisdom offers encouraging helpful guidance for Carm to make positive changes to her personal, professional and spiritual life. A tarot reading is preformed with purpose and intention that turns out to be more than entertainment.

In today's society premeated with illict and ready available drugs, "ON THE EDGE," tells the amazing story of despair and near death. My manuscript, "ON THE EDGE," is a story of redemption in which today's reader will find hope.

I can be found on Facebook, http://Witchskel.com http://AngieSkelhorn.com http://Witchskel.blogspot.com Youtube - http://youtube.com/user/TheWitchskel

HAVE A PURRFECT HOLLOWEEN (SAMHAIN) MAY YOU HAVE SO MUCH FUN IT"S SPOOKY!!!

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Waving to you Lisa,

So good of you to visit and share one of your tales.

Happy Halloween!

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Hi Angie,

Thanks for joining us and sharing your new release. It sound really good. It's caught my interest.

You have a spooktakular Samhain yourself!!

Lisa Alexander Griffin said... Best Blogger Tips

Happy Halloween, Karen! Thanks for opening your blog up to all of us. This is fun! :)

Beverly Stowe McClure said... Best Blogger Tips

Oh, these all sound great. What fun too.

Here's a blurb for my YA paranormal, Listen to the Ghost, 2005 Dream realm award finalist.

All Jade Dalton wants to do is swim in the ocean, show her paintings at Charleston, South Carolina's, Piccolo Spoleto Festival, and forget her ex-boyfriend with the lying lips. So how does she end up with a ghost who doesn't want to be a ghost, a 100-year-old neighbor who talks in riddles, and a handsome sax player who changes everything?"

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Hi Beverly,

Thanks for stopping in and sharing your story with us.

I'm intrigued!

Happy Halloween to you!

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Thank you everyone for a wonderful Spooktakular day!!