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Showing posts with label paranormal romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label paranormal romance. Show all posts

Sunday, 29 March 2020

Saving Suki - paranormal romance by Sierra Brave. One of the Horse Mountain Shifters Series

 
Title: Saving Suki
Series: Horse Mountain Shifters
Release Date: April 1, 2020
Genre: Paranormal Romance; Romantic Suspense; Contemporary Western;
Hashtags: #ParanormalRomance, #Western, #RomanticSuspense, #HEA,
Book Tagline: Pain Drove Him Away. Her Heart Couldn’t Forget. Tragedy Brought Him Back. Will Fate Bind Them Together?
Series Tagline: Even Alpha Males Can’t Fight Fate
   
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Sales Blurb:
  An abusive childhood and an accident in his teens left stallion-shifter, Malcolm Patterson, with a distrust for his father and a lot of holes in his memory. When his dad passes away, Malcolm returns to Horse Mountain to fulfill his obligation to settle his old man’s affairs but finds the shifter community’s near hero-worship of the late doctor disquieting. He’s further shaken to meet a curvy beauty at the funeral who makes his heart gallop and his primal instincts take over. Suki Marks has been in love with handsome and noble Malcolm Patterson ever since he saved her from bullies who called her an abomination when she was ten. He was the first person to be straight with her about the reasons some people shunned her family and he was quick to debunk those prejudices as the ignorant folktales and stupid superstitions they were. Even after Malcolm graduated high school and left town, she couldn’t forget him, but becoming Doctor Patterson’s live-in nurse in his last year of life was a coincidence. She never expected to be named in the wealthy physician’s will. Malcolm assumed he’d be disinherited, but even from the after-life, his father continues to turn the knife, using his will to set up an elaborate scheme to taint Malcolm's feelings for the woman who might be his fated mate. To make matters worse, a dangerous shifter-purist movement is brewing among a small segment of the Horse Mountain Clan, and they’re determined to prevent Suki from passing on her genes to a new generation. Will Malcolm be able to work through his past in time to secure his and Suki’s future? Warning: Saving Suki is a smoking hot romance with graphic, put-you-in-the-moment love scenes. If you're offended by sexual language, you might want to consider another book. The book can stand alone without reading the others in the series, but reading Horse Mountain Shifters 1-3, will add to the enjoyment of the experience.
Excerpt:
Malcolm looked through the glass of the refrigerated pie case at the old McGillacutty Dinner as he perused the offerings. He wasn’t about to show up to Mama Carol’s completely empty-handed. A bright yellow flyer attached to the outside of the dessert case with scotch tape caught his eye. He studied the image of the missing girl printed above the lettering spelling out her name, age, and where she’d last been seen along with a phone number and offer of a reward. She was nineteen, blond and had a nice smile, but since he didn’t recognize her and couldn’t be of help, he turned his attention back toward the pies. After deciding on the chocolate chess, he paid and headed out. He held the box with his desert under his left arm as he wrapped the fingers of his free hand around the glass door’s handle. As soon as he pulled back enough to let in the slightest breeze, the sweet all-consuming aroma from earlier hit him like a ton of bricks. Almost immediately, his heart thumped so hard his chest ached. His mind blanked, his cock twitched and his senses nosedived down into some dark, primal place he hadn’t realized existed. He might have involuntarily shifted right then and there if he hadn’t nearly knocked right into the curvy, brunette beauty who’d spoken with him at the funeral. Her dark eyes widened and her eyebrows lifted as she gasped and reached out, saving his dessert by a narrow margin. Her hand briefly brushed against his fingers as she steadied the box. Perspiration misted his forehead and the back of his neck as he regained control of his mental faculties. “Sorry. Are you okay?” He managed to force the words up from his suddenly dry throat. Shakily, she looked up at him through long, dark eyelashes and nodded. “Uh-huh.” For what seemed like an eternity, the two of them stood staring at one another until an old lady with a tight, gray perm came up behind Malcolm and demanded, “Move it, sonny.” He stepped out of the way, holding the door for the elder woman as she shuffled out holding hands with a short, old guy wearing a flapjack hat. Malcolm couldn’t help but smile. He’d always imagined there were couples who’d found each other and stayed in love for all their lives even though none of his relationships seemed to last longer than a month or two. In the last few years, he’d only dated humans which didn’t allow for complete openness or a deeper intimacy. Malcolm watched as the man walked his lady over to a white Toyota Avalon and opened the passenger side door for her. As he glanced at the brunette, she tore her gaze away from the same couple and his line of vision synced with hers. For some reason, as if they’d somehow understood they’d been sharing the same thought, a warm blush covered her cheeks. Malcolm looked away as his face burned.    
Other Books in the Horse Mountain Shifters Series:
Horse Mountain Heat
Real Cowboys Love Cats
Bridling Lucy
About Sierra
Sierra Brave is a multi-published author of smoking hot romance. Her love of erotic fiction started in her last year of high school when she read the sensual classic, Fanny Hill. She felt so naughty yet liberated with her copy tucked away in her book bag and hopes her work will have the same delicious effect on her readers.
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Wednesday, 24 July 2013

Guest blog: Sarah J. McNeal - 'The Legends of Winatuke'

Thank you so much for having me on your blog, Lindsay. It’s an honor to be here to talk about my paranormal series, Legends of Winatuke.

The Legends of Winatuke series is about the characters, some from the modern world we live in today and others from another dimension in a world called Winatuke. Winatuke is a place caught in a somewhat medieval time warp where magic is the norm. There is an ongoing fight between good and evil. The people of light known as Nimway from the kingdom of Valmora, each with their own unique wings, fight beside the tribes and nations of humans, including Gypsies, against the evil creatures from the Dark Isle, Lake of Sorrows and other lands ruled by the witch-queen, Mahara.

It’s odd how I became inspired to write this series. An afternoon in my beautician’s chair,  led to a conversation about all things paranormal, magic and fairies. She told me I should write about a fairy who loses her wings because she’s so sad. I really gave that some thought and, although I didn’t write about fairies, I did become inspired to write about creatures of light or goodness that each had a gift and a unique pair of wings I named these creatures Nimway. But, should a Nimway fall into deep sorrow, his or her wings would begin to fall apart and even disappear altogether and their magical power along with them. One of the Nimway characters has been held prisoner for years by the witch and, in his despair, his wings do disappear along with his once awesome power. One of the heroes loses his wings from Mahara’s cruel torture, but he doesn’t lose his power although the heroine fears that he will.    

Each book can stand on its own, but it’s good to read them in sequence since there is a common thread throughout that resolves in the last book. All books will be available in all digital formats and in print.

Dark Isle, Legends of Winatuke  (book 1) revision just released June, 2013
Lake of Sorrows, Legends of Winatuke (book 2) revision soon to be released
The Light of Valmora, Legends of Winatuke (book 3) new released in May 2013

The legend begins when love and evil collide.

Jade’s mother, Mahara, the malevolent queen of the Dark Isle holds Prince Gabriel prisoner in the castle’s dungeon. Jade cannot help falling in love with the whimsical Nimway prince whose magic lies in his voice.  But time is running out for the prince. Jade risks her life to seek help from her enemy, Gabriel’s brother, Raphael. Raphael gathers a band of brave warriors to take the Dark Isle and free Gabriel. Among them is Raven who once ruled Valmora and escaped into the modern world from Mahara’s spell and he has a terrible secret. A boy with a violin, his brother, a troubled man with regrets and their sister who fears the powers of magic in Winatuke go against the deadly evil of the Dark Isle. Will they save Gabriel or will all of Winatuke fall beneath Mahara’s evil rule?


BUY LINKS for Dark Isle:
Amazon.com (Available in Kindle and Paperback)
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The legend continues with A curse, a quest and undying love.
Hawk is a troubled man with a secret seeking redemption. Emma is a burned out doctor weighed down by emotional baggage. Can they forget the past long enough to save Hawk's brother from dying under the curse of the Lake of Sorrows? Or will the secrets hidden the Lake of Sorrows swallow them all under its evil curse and destroy any chance for hope and love? 

Is time running out for the boy under a curse, the brother who's determined to find a cure and the woman who wants to save them both?



A quest for an enchanted light...a Gypsy’s love...and a warrior’s sacrifice to save Valmora.

To free his father from the witch-queen of the Dark Isle, Falcon must find the legendary Light of Valmora that lies hidden in the darkest place on earth—right under the witch’s feet.  To complicate things further, he is falling in love with Izabelle, the Gypsy woman who loves his brother, Peregrine.
Izabelle struggles with her feelings for her first love, Peregrine, and her growing affection for his brother, Falcon.
No one may survive the quest for the Light of Valmora or the wicked queen of the Dark Isle who intends to rule the world of Winatuke.

BUY LINKS for The Light of Valmora:
Amazon/Kindle (also available in Paperback)
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Where you can find me.
My Amazon Author’s Page: https://www.amazon.com/author/sarahmcneal


CONTEST: Just to help you get started on the series, I will be giving away a print copy of The Dark Isle (within the USA) or a digital copy of Dark Isle (outside the USA) to someone who comments on this blog. Please be sure to leave your email address with your comment so I can contact you if you win. Thank you in advance for coming by.

Saturday, 20 July 2013

Guest blog: Margaret L. Carter - The allure of the vampire

About 'Passion Blood': Twin sisters Cordelia and Miranda know nothing about the mother who abandoned them soon after their birth. When their father dies and Miranda insists on tracking down their mother, the sisters discover the dark heritage in their bloodline. Their mother is a vampire, and from her they have inherited certain psychic powers. When Miranda disappears, Cordelia has to seek help from Karl, an old family friend. Unknown to her, Karl, a vampire, has been watching over her family for generations. He loved a distant ancestor of theirs, and Cordelia bears a compelling resemblance to his lost love.

A would-be vampire slayer has kidnapped Miranda to strike at Karl through the family he has vowed to protect. At the same time, their mother’s brother, who scorns humanity as an inferior species, has his own agenda for his half-human, half-vampire nieces. Karl and Cordelia must join forces to save her sister. In the process, they form a blood bond that leads to deeper intimacy than either one expected. Cordelia struggles with both her dawning love for Karl and the exhilaration and terror of embracing her inhuman side. 

Reading DRACULA at the age of twelve marked me for life.  While the idea of the vampire had intrigued me the first time I’d heard of it, years earlier, I had never seen a vampire movie or read a novel of that kind before.  Stoker’s tale captivated me so much that I became obsessed with the whole field of horror, fantasy, and “soft” science fiction. That interest inspired me to start writing at the age of thirteen and eventually to major in English in college and graduate school. In my late teens, love for speculative fiction even brought me together with my future husband, the only person my age I’d ever met who also wrote stories. So DRACULA ultimately shaped the whole direction of my life.

On first reading, the book fascinated me mainly for its erotic implications of blood-drinking. The “baptism of blood” scene between the Count and Mina, although clearly intended as horrifying, enthralled me. Which goes to show that the sexual subtext of the novel was not invented by Freudian critics! I also wondered how the vampire saw those events in which he was portrayed as a satanic villain, given no opportunity to speak for himself except in a few passages of dialogue.  My first long story (over 30 single-spaced pages), written when I was thirteen, comprised the first-person narrative of a decent man unwittingly being transformed into a vampire.

Very early, therefore, I became absorbed by the vision of the vampire as the Other, a creature who looks human but isn’t, quite, who gives us access to an alien viewpoint on human existence. To me, the vampire as “alien” has much the same appeal as Spock in STAR TREK (a hybrid between human and nonhuman). Another dimension of the vampire’s allure, of course, lies in his or her immortality, a lifespan that encompasses centuries or millennia, giving this person—whether formerly human or a member of an entirely different species—a perspective on history the rest of us can’t experience. Furthermore, the traditional supernatural vampire can bestow immortality on his or her mortal lover.  The epitome of the alluring vampire lover, to me, is Count Saint-Germain in Chelsea Quinn Yarbro’s series, beginning with HOTEL TRANSYLVANIA. One of the most convincing depictions of the vampire as a naturally evolved species at the top of the food chain is Weyland in Suzy McKee Charnas’s THE VAMPIRE TAPESTRY.

My own vampires also belong to another species, not undead. In my first vampire novel, DARK CHANGELING, psychiatrist Roger Darvell suffers from a very strange midlife crisis. At the age of forty, he discovers vampires exist, and a rogue bloodsucker is targeting his patients as well as his newfound lover and professional partner, Dr. Britt Loren.  Roger has fought vainly against a secret craving for blood for most of his life. As DARK CHANGELING begins, he meets Sylvia, a vampire who claims he must be a member of her species, brought up by human foster parents in ignorance of his own nature. But he can’t be, can he? She has powers he doesn’t have. A timeline for the novels and stories in this universe (although almost all can be read in any order) can be found on my website under the “Vanishing Breed” link. Here’s a sample from the scene in which Sylvia proves to Roger that she really is a vampire, not a delusional human blood-fetishist:

  In the passenger seat of Sylvia's car, Roger stole wary glances at her. Since leaving her apartment earlier that night, she'd hardly spoken to him. Nor had she stopped to claim a victim. He felt her anger but couldn't guess the reason for it.
     Finally, on an expressway deserted except for the speeding Mustang, Sylvia said, "I guess I'm cooled off enough to talk now. Roger, does the name `Neil Sandor' mean anything to you?"
     He went cold. "So you really do know him."
     "What I'm asking is, how do you know about him?" Her anger felt like an ice pick between Roger's eyes.
     "I helped the police in their investigation of the serial murders, as a consultant to the prosecution."
     "So somehow you unearthed his name -- and you gave it to them!" She gunned the engine. "How in the name of all the powers of darkness could you do something so stupid?"
     Now that the jolt of hearing her mention Sandor had receded, Roger felt indignation rising in him. "Stupid? Turning in a murderer? What would you expect me to do, shield the man?"
     "Yes!" She screeched the word, and her fingers worked spasmodically on the wheel. Calming herself, she said, "You never, never betray one of us to ephemerals, no matter what he's done."
     In no mood to cater to Sylvia's fantasy, Roger said, "You know I don't believe there is an 'us.' And even if there were, I'd feel no obligation to protect a killer."
     "You still need convincing? Well, stand by to be convinced." Taking an off-ramp two exits further along, she drove into a rural area, unlit two-lane back roads overhung with trees. She cruised with the headlights off. Some twenty minutes after leaving the freeway, she pulled the Mustang off the road into an open field. "Looks good and deserted." She killed the ignition and stepped out.
     Roger followed her a few hundred yards through damp weeds. "Pleasant night for a walk, but I don't see the point of it."
     "Just watch." She lifted her face to the sky, spreading her arms to test the wind. With her back to Roger, he could see her muscles undulating beneath the skin as the outline of her body blurred and re-formed. The glow of her aura intensified, and the energy she radiated ruffled the hair on Roger's arms. Her skin color darkened from white to glossy blue-black, sprouting velvety fuzz.
     Petrified with disbelief, burrs clinging to his trouser cuffs and gnats buzzing around his head, Roger stared at what unfurled from Sylvia's back.
     She had wings.
     Veined like newly-budded leaves, they spanned over ten feet from tip to tip. When she spread them to full extension, they quivered in the cool breeze. She glanced over her shoulder and laughed at his astonishment. He noted that her ears had become pointed, her face more feline than human. She took a running start for a leap into the wind that reminded Roger of a child trying to launch a kite twice her own size. She kicked off her sandals as she left the ground.
     Catching an updraft, Sylvia glided toward the trees, her body arched like a bow. She barely skimmed the highest branches before attaining a safe altitude. Not much of one, around fifty feet. In a gradual spiral she managed to ascend another twenty or thirty. Recovering his powers of observation, Roger noticed that the motion was more of a glide than birdlike flight. The wings flexed only to restore balance or to steer. 
     After a few minutes she spiraled down, drifting to the ground a few yards from Roger. Her aura crackled with energy, as if she'd absorbed electricity from the atmosphere. She combed her tangled hair back from her face with both hands, arching her neck with a wordless purr of delight.
     Her elation infected Roger. He stepped up to her and gave her an exuberant hug, half disappointed that the change was already reversing. Holding her at arms' length, he gazed into her glowing eyes. They're red, like live coals! "My God, that would be worth a lifetime of lurking in the shadows!"


Margaret L. Carter


Sunday, 24 February 2013

Wot, no Vampires?

I mention that I’m writing a paranormal romance trilogy and people’s minds instinctively turn to vampires, werewolves and incubi. It’s enough to make me reach for the cross and garlic.

What many readers don’t realise is that today’s demons were yesterday’s gods, supplanted during the rise of Christianity. They were gradually demonised because the population refused to give them up.

In the Torc of Moonlight trilogy I’m writing about the resurrection of a Celtic water goddess, and not that long ago these ladies were thicker on the ground than might at first be supposed. In the UK the most prominent is Aqua Sulis, she of the golden waters of Roman Bath which are still visited by thousands of tourists every year.

Another is the spring at Walsingham, Norfolk, very much taken beneath the cloak of modern Christianity, where in 1513 Erasmus said that the waters were "efficacious in curing pains of the head and stomach." Notable to me, he also said that the shrine was surrounded by “gems, gold and silver”. A water goddess always had her hoard, from Beowulf’s mother of Grendel to King Arthur’s Lady of the Lake. After all, don’t you toss coins into pools and make a wish? So which deity is it that you think you’re invoking?

Just as with a consideration of Our Lady of Walsingham, subtexts are teased to the surface in Torc of Moonlight; not everything is as it seems.

Nick joins Alice in her quest to discover the shrine to a forgotten Celtic water goddess but Alice isn’t certain that opening her heart to him is a good idea. There have been too many coincidences in her life and none have been benign. Mesmerised by Alice, Nick is in denial - until he sees a jewelled sword fade in his hand and knows that he, or the thing that shadows him, has held it, and bloodied it, long ago. To tell Alice will make her flee him; to do nothing could kill her. Is his love strong enough to defend her against a force he doesn't understand?

As the unnamed goddess resurrects throughout the trilogy, she drags along the ghosts of previous eras. In The Bull At The Gate, Nick and Alice are in York, a city with history cramped within its mediaeval fortifications stretching back to the Roman legions, and where deep in modern cellars sacrificial victims strive for the light. 

Multi 5* Torc of Moonlight is available now as an ebook and paperback
Ebk: USA Kindle ¦ UK Kindle ¦ Nook ¦ Kobo ¦ iTunes
Pbk: Amazon USA ¦ Amazon UK ¦
Soon at B&N and Bk Depository

The Bull At The Gate is scheduled for publication in late summer 2013

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Wednesday, 28 November 2012

Guest blog: Nikki Noffsinger - 'Cursed Awakening'

Blurb:

Ivy Morgan is determined to live the life she was meant to live and has no time for relationships. She survived a fate worse than death itself but when a chance meeting with Nyx Wahpeton everything changes for Ivy. Nyx is hard working and nothing has ever interfered with his duties as protector for his family or the peaceful people of the New Hope Reservation until his animal instincts pick up Ivy Morgan. He senses there is a dark storm surrounding her but that is not what has him on the fence-the mere fact that she might not be accepted among his people. Would he be willing to give up everything for her? Can they trust each other with their secrets? Can they both survive the evil and betrayal that lurks in the darkness that is coming for them all?

Excerpt:

Standing in Lorna’s kitchen finishing up her second bagel with strawberry cream cheese, Ivy was manning the coffee pot. That had been one of the first rules of Lorna’s house. Morning’s never started for Lorna until she had a cup o’ joe ready to G-O. Lorna shuffled in and gave her usual morning nod to Ivy. Ivy poured some coffee into a mug and handed it to Lorna. There was no need to hear a verbal thank-youbecause all Lorna was capable of was a series of nods. Ivy returned to her seat at the small breakfast table and sipped her tea. Tea was one of the few things that were still rooted in her from her previous existence. Good thing was that she really liked hot and iced tea since she was permitted to put honey or sugar in it. She had tried coffee before and it always gave her headaches even if it was decaf.

Ivy slid the newspaper towards Lorna who just looked at it while she blew over the top of her mug and made a face.

“No wonder why so many people buy tabloid magazines. At least the bad news in them was half way entertaining to read.” Lorna snarled.

Yes, Lorna was definitely a morning person…NOT! Ivy tried to hide her smile.

“Well not all of it is bad, there’s a sale going on at the mall and then there is all the stuff going on at the elementary school.” Ivy tried to sound up beat. It wasn’t working; Lorna still scowled. Again, Lorna just wasn’t a morning person!

After a few mugs of coffee, Lorna began to wake up and looked a little less like Night of the Living Dead.

“So what are your plans for the day, Ivy?” Lorna asked with a yawn.

“Well, I have two classes and then Nyx is going to probably pick me up. I’m off today. What are you doing?” Ivy replied as she rinsed her bowl and cup out in the sink.

“You seem to really like Nyx, honey.” Lorna said softly as she looked up at Ivy.

Ivy blushed, “I like being with him but …” she stopped right there.

Lorna flashed one of her trademark smiles, “But?”

“I don’t know Lorna, I…I just like being with him. I don’t know where it’s going and it scares me a little. This is all new to me.” Ivy admitted as she slightly bowed her head.

Lorna reached across the table and took her hand, “Ivy listen to me, there is nothing wrong with caring about someone! The ability to care and love, it’s what makes us human. Besides, you have to start to trust someone other than me babe.”

Ivy was uncomfortable and it showed. “Lorna, I know that…but what if he ever knew? He’s decent Lorna and I…” she bowed her head.

Lorna moved to the chair next to Ivy and cupped her chin. She raised her head up until she was looking into her eyes.

“Now Ivy, you listen to me: The days of you feeling worthless and like you are nothing are over and done with! You are decent, more decent than most! If he finds out and he shuns you for it then…well I got a pair of garden shears in the garage that will take care of that!”

Ivy had to laugh at that and Lorna joined in. Lorna rose from her chair, dumped her mug and put the rest of the dishes in the dishwasher. She headed up to the second floor bathroom; no doubt to take a shower and get ready for work. Lorna worked part time in Terrance’s law office when she wasn’t working for “The Cause”. Ivy had just started to head for the utility room to get the laundry started when a gentle knock at the door sounded. She skipped towards the front room, avoiding the coffee table and headed towards the door.

Nyx was standing outside. He had borrowed his dad’s truck to do an errand in the next town over, and was hoping that Ivy could blow off school for one day and go with him. He hated being away from her and he hated that he felt that way. He thought about how last night, Lacy had come over to him trying to seduce him. Any other time, he would have taken her up on mating but since he’d met Ivy; he couldn’t even think of being with anyone, even the most beautiful of wolf swans. Lacy was in one of the first clans to come for the big powwow about what to do concerning the Chupacabra attacks. She was in heat and nearly all the un-attached males were going nuts. Lacy of the Tapiki clan was beautiful and well sculpted. She had amber eyes that looked like liquid gold in the moonlight, but she wasn’t Ivy! Nyx had shifted to wolf form and high tailed it to his grandfather’s house away from the madness.

The door opened, and Nyx’s thoughts quickly focused on the beautiful creature before him. Ivy stood there in a pair of pink plaid boxers and a somewhat tight gray tank top. It didn’t escape his attention she wasn’t wearing a bra and it didn’t escape his attention that her nipples were hard either! Her hair was pulled into a sloppy bun where auburn tendrils hung out the back and around her face. Her cheeks were a little pinker than usual; probably because she was a little embarrassed. Those eyes of hers, though framed with thick lashes made his heart start its marathon! They were so clear, thoughtful, and sexy at the same time! He smiled at her.

“Good morning!” he said cheerfully.

“Good morning…Nyx do you know what time it is?” she quizzed as she let him in the door. Feeling a bit embarrassed by her appearance.

“It’s morning, just after eight. Is this too early for you? Damn, I hope I didn’t get you out of bed!” Nyx said regretfully cursing himself silently for bothering her.

“No, I was already awake and fed. However, you might want to not seem so chipper; Lorna is not a morning person and absolutely becomes lethal to ‘cheerful morning types’! I swear I once saw her fling hot coffee at a bird that was perched on the fence as she was getting the morning paper.”

Nyx had to laugh at that one. God how beautiful Ivy looked; and he was fighting like hell to not take her in his arms.

As if she could sense his longing, Ivy stepped closer to him and wrapped her arms around him and gave him a gentle squeeze. Ivy rested her head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. Nyx inhaled her sweet smell. She had the scent of a light floral shampoo and some sort of subtle tropical scented soap. However, it was her own fragrance that drove him wild; that spicy sandalwood scent that was all her own.

“I came by to see if you wanted to ditch school today and come with me to Clinton . I have some errands to run and wanted some company!” he said as he laid his cheek against her slightly damp head.

Ivy nodded, “Sure, we’re not doing much just reviewing for mid-terms so I am free for the day!”

She pulled away and smiled at him, “I’ll just get dressed and be back down in a minute!”

“Well I’ll just be down here waiting then!” he said but what he was thinking was, Or I could come up there and give you a hand…or two. He watched as she turned and walked up the stairs. The sight of her heart shaped derriere and the gently sway of her hips made him hot and hard. It was a good thing he hadn’t tucked his shirt in.

Ivy knocked on the bathroom door, “Lorna, Nyx is here and wants to take me to Clinton for the day. I’ll probably be back in time for dinner but if not I’ll call!” She heard Lorna wish her a good time, so she turned and headed to her room.

Moments later, Ivy was dressed in a pair of denim Capri pants with a pink short sleeved peasant shirt. She had her hair in a more composed bun. Nyx thought she was beautiful, but he gave her a mock scowl and lifted an eye brow.

“What?”Ivy asked looking at her clothes wondering what he seemed displeased about.

He grinned as he reached up and pulled the few pins she had tucked in her hair. His fingers were gentle and her hair fell about her shoulders.

“Now that is so much better!” he said smiling.

Ivy rolled her eyes and grinned back at him. “When my hair frizzes I’ll remember to thank you for it!” she teased.

Nyx leaned his head down and she could actually feel his lips on her ear. The feeling was like static electricity and it made her head spin.

“Ivy, you’d still be beautiful even if your hair fell out and you were bald. Don’t hide your beauty. I love to see your hair just like this!” Nyx whispered in a low husky voice that made Ivy tremble with want.

Ivy turned her head and looked into those blue eyes of his and as she leaned in to kiss him; Lorna came down the stairs.

“Oh, oh God…I’m so sorry! Please forget I’m here! Damn it!” Lorna said as she tried to cover her eyes.

Nyx pulled back and laughed. Ivy could feel the blush on her face.

“It’s alright Lorna, we’re just leaving anyhow!” Nyx announced. Ivy needed a few minutes to calm her run away heart and let her skin cool down.

“You two have fun today and Nyx you take care of our girl, okay!” Lorna called. Those were playful words but no doubt Lorna was dead serious. If Nyx let anything happen to Ivy; he’d be missing an appendage.

When they got to the city limits, Nyx watched as the wind from the open window gently blew Ivy’s hair. The light captured auburn strands and it gave her hair coppery highlights. As she sat, he noticed how graceful she was. Ivy’s creamy skin had just a hint of a tan but her little freckles gave her a youthful charm. They rode in silence as they drove out of town.

“So do you do this a lot? I mean go to Clinton on errands?” Ivy asked like an inquisitive child.

Nyx glanced at her, “Yeah I’m the family go-fer. Today I have to pick up some supplies from Clinton ’s lumber yard and then I have to stop by their meat market and pick up my grandfather’s order. We…um….well, we have guests visiting and so I have to pick up chow!” He explained with just a bit of tension to his voice.

“Oh, why couldn’t you get it in town?” she asked.

“Well, the lumber is a certain type of wood that is used for ceremonial purposes for the Res and the meat…well our market just doesn’t have enough. I wish I could take you to tonight’s feast. However, it’s a private deal that my parents hold.” He could tell she looked a little uneasy.

Ivy felt a little awkward. Perhaps his parents wouldn’t like that they were friends. “You know, I don’t want to cause trouble for you…I mean maybe your parents wouldn’t approve of me….” She trailed off.

Nyx took his free hand and captured her smaller one. “You are no trouble. It’s just a Native thing that is going on tonight. There will be other celebrations I can take you to though!”

Ivy smiled but she still felt like there was something more to all this.

“Will you introduce me to your family someday then?” she asked not knowing why something like that would come out of her mouth.

Nyx grinned as he leaned over and kissed her cheek, “Of course I’m going to introduce you to them! They’d love you!”

Well they’ll love you once they warm up to the idea that you’re not a shifter and not from the res. He thought.

Nyx’s parents weren’t prejudicial or hateful people. They were completely the opposite. Nyx’s people weren’t entirely devoid of their humanity. However, his parents did expect their children to mate with their own kind to increase the numbers. It didn’t guarantee that if Nyx or any of his brothers or his sisters had children that they would be shifters. Mating with humans was seldom done. There were risks involved. His parents also wanted a strong bloodline. He knew that his mother and father would no doubt accept Ivy, but she would have to accept every facet of his life and what he and his family were. Nyx silently hoped that when the time came that she would.

“Nyx, can I ask you something?” Ivy asked as she turned the radio down.

“You can ask me anything, shoot.” He replied.

“I was wondering how you got your name. I mean it’s unique just like you and I’ve never heard it.” She blushed when he smiled at her and let loose a chuckle.

“Well it’s kind of a running joke with my brothers. My mother was reading a book about ancient Egypt when she was carrying me and Xander. She read about an Egyptian Goddess of the night called Nyx. She liked the way it sounded and decided that was what she was going to name me whether I was a girl or a boy. My brothers tease me about it, but it doesn’t bother me anymore. If anything, it toughened me up enough that they don’t tease me for long.” Nyx laughed.

Ivy loved the way the light played with his blue eyes when he laughed or smiled. Hell, she loved his eyes even when he was serious or in quiet moments when he was lost in thought.

Nyx noticed by the time they arrived at Clinton that most of the conversation had been about him. He had been careful not to ask too much about her past. He could tell that it was an ill subject and he could sense her emotions when even the slightest mention of her childhood was made. Nyx pretty much made the conclusion that Ivy’s life had not been an easy one nor did it have too many happy moments in it. It didn’t make him pity her, but it made him really protective over her, that was for sure.

Clinton was not a town but was a large city. Ivy watched as they passed tall buildings and the hustle and bustle of people and cars traveling in three lanes of road. There were all sorts of big stores and billboards. She felt a little too small as she looked from the truck window up a tall building with mirrored windows of some sort of bank. Nyx drove down town and took a few turns when they finally came to a lumber yard. It looked like a huge warehouse. The yard was packed with trucks and different piles of lumber and people working.

Nyx hopped out of the truck and went inside. Ten minutes later he came back out and pulled behind the building where his truck bed was loaded with about twenty planks or so of a special cedar. Ivy’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw him take a few hundreds out of his wallet to pay for the wood.

“Hey, would you like to go somewhere and get something to eat? My stomach’s growling louder than a bear after hibernation over here.” He teased.

Ivy laughed, “Sure I could go for something to eat but where are we going to go? This city is huge!”

“Well it’s not as big as it looks but then again I’ve been coming here for a while now. Ivy, what do you say we try out Sullivan’s Steak House?”

“I could go for some red meat as long as I don’t have to eat it raw.” She tried to sound chipper, but she was serious about the raw part.

Papa Paul had insisted on any kind of red meat whether it was beef or even venison had to be rare. How he ate his food right down to how he took his coffee was followed by everyone in his house. “You will eat this, wife or you will starve! I will not have insolence under my roof! If you weren’t pregnant with my child, I would recommend you go before the elders of our community here and be judged for Purification Anya!” His words made her shudder and she pushed Papa Paul out of her head.

Nyx could see something was bothering her. Ivy’s color drained out of her face and it was as if she was reliving some nightmare.

“Ivy, we don’t have to go to a steak house. Anywhere you want to eat at is fine with me! Believe me; I could eat a house at this point!” Nyx coaxed as he reached out for her hand.

Ivy shook herself, “No, no I am fine really. I would love to go to this Sullivan’s. I eat meat, Nyx I just don’t like to hear it mooing at me!” Ivy began to laugh at the odd look he shot her.

“Ivy, you can choose how they prepare your meal. Mooing? Really…this isn’t the dark ages where we have to go out back and slaughter us a cow. We just get the end product now.” Nyx chuckled.

“Ah, well isn’t the end product those big green patties in the field? I don’t know if I want grilled cow chips.” She teased him back.

“Smartass.” He mocked.

“Well, onto the slaughter house then my good man!”

Nyx laughed softly, and then looked at her with crossed eyes, “Moooooo.”

When they got to the restaurant Ivy was taken aback at how much the place looked like something straight from the days of Billy the Kid. It was a large brown building that looked like an old western saloon except for the Neon Red sign with a cowboy with the name, Sullivan’s Steak House and the doors were modern glass doors. When they walked in, it had old fashioned wooden tables with lit lanterns on them and red checkered table cloths. There were all sorts of cowboy, rodeo and old west memorabilia all over the place on the walls and even some life sized models of gunslingers.

There were of course Longhorn skulls and horns mounted in strategic places. Behind where most the tables were set there was a bar with wooden barstools. The whole place smelled like saw dust and food. It actually was pretty neat. A waitress dressed in jeans and a red western styled shirt came, and plunked down two glasses of ice water and two menus. The menus were actually large treated planks of wood. The theme of this place was country western through and through.

Ivy looked over the menu and saw all sorts of burgers, steaks, grilled chicken, and even some seafood dishes. All the burgers came with famous names such as the house specialty The O K Corral Burger which was two quarter pound angus beef patties with cheddar and pepper jack cheeses, bacon, house chili, lettuce and tomato all on a sour dough bun. Just reading that made Ivy’s stomach hurt. “That is a heart attack waiting to happen! I think I felt one of my arteries cringe just reading that one!” she thought to herself as she looked passed the burgers.

When the waitress returned Ivy noticed that the girl was giving Nyx an awful lot of attention. “Oh God, I bet she thinks I’m his sister or some pity date!” she thought to herself as she held her plank of menu higher. She heard him order the Porterhouse-rare with a loaded baked potato and steamed vegetables, the Tombstone T-Bone-rare with a half rack of Western style ribs, a Steakhouse Cesar Salad extra croutons and bacon, The Wild Bill Hickok Monterey Chicken with extra Barbeque sauce and macaroni and cheese, and finished with a house sirloin with mashed potatoes-loaded of course, with six butterfly king shrimp.

When the waitress turned to Ivy, she was speechless! How could one person eat so much? “Ivy? Do you need some more time?” he asked.

“No, no I was just wondering…never mind.” She shook her head, thinking, "Will there be any food left? Why is it someone this good looking can eat all that and not gain a pound? I would be bigger than a prized heifer at the fair."

“I’ll have the Doc Holiday Bourbon Sirloin with a baked potato and a garden salad with Italian dressing.”She blurted out. Ivy ordered the first thing her eyes saw. She was still a little in shock over his order.

“Okay, hon, how would you like your steak?” the woman asked a little impatiently.

Done. “I guess medium-well.” She answered hoping that their version of medium-well didn’t mean still grazing on the plate.

The waitress looked at her pad then back up at them, “I haven’t gotten your drink orders.”

Nyx let Ivy order first. Ivy ordered a Cherry Coke while Nyx ordered just a regular Coke. Usually he liked to drink a beer but he didn’t want Ivy to feel uncomfortable. Besides it wouldn’t do any good to tell her that it was next to impossible for him to ever get drunk. Being part wolf meant there were some things he was almost immune to.

Nyx looked over at Ivy and nearly giggled at the expression on her face. It wasn’t disgust but more like disbelief. Ivy looked a lot like people who had seen a big blur on a country road at night and couldn’t make up their minds if it was a dog or Bigfoot.

“Do you have a tapeworm?” she asked as if she were gearing up for an interrogation.

“Nope, just hungry.” He tossed back at her with a playful look in his eyes.

“Okay, how many days have passed since you last ate?” Ivy rifled off.

He was having fun with this.“Oh, well I last ate this morning. I eat pretty regular. I’m definitely not one of those who can ‘fast’ Ivy.”

Ivy shook her head, “Do you always eat so much for lunch?”

He nodded. “Actually, I’m going a little light today. Usually I have a lot more especially when I come here. It’s my favorite place in Clinton . Would it ease your mind and curiosity if I told you that I have an amazingly fast metabolism?”

She thought about that. It did seem logical and after all he was a man and looked like Tarzan so she decided it definitely fit. “Okay, I’ll buy that. I’m sorry I harassed you about it though, that was rude of me. I’ve just never seen anyone eat so much and be as fit as you!” Immediately she blushed when she saw his reaction to her words. He leaned over the table and gave her a devil’s grin as he kissed her lightly on the lips. Ivy felt as if someone had dipped her in hot oil. Nyx kissed her from her lips to her jaw line and up to her ear where he nipped at her lobe and then whispered in a deep husky voice, “Ivy, you can harass me anytime you want! I’ll even beg you for it!”

The waitress came and he pulled back. Ivy was sure she was flushed and her heart was beating twenty miles a minute! He just sat back and looked pleased with himself. Just like the cat that ate the canary; Cheshire cat pleased actually. Ivy picked up her napkin and threw it at him and they both burst out laughing.

She came out of the restroom and stopped by a juke box. She had money in her back pocket and loved juke boxes. This one had not just country-which she hated but had a lot of rock tunes on it as well. Nyx watched her bend over the juke and his mouth watered at the sight of her. Ivy had a nice round bottom that put all sorts of wicked ideas into his head. He felt a sudden uncomfortable constriction in his jeans.

She was really under his skin and he desired her more than she knew! The only thing that worried him was that animal side of him. The animal within him was strong and wanted to possess every sweet inch of her; he wanted to mark her so that everyone would know exactly who she belonged to and who they’d thank for ripping out their throats if they touched her! He watched as she dug in her pockets and the gentleman in him got up and walked over to her.

Nyx came up behind her and he was so close that Ivy could feel his hips and groin next to her back. He leaned down and as he wound his arms around her, he rested his chin on her shoulder.

“So what sounds good?” he asked.

Ivy got a mischievous look on her face, “Well I was thinking some of these old Hank Williams ballads or maybe some Buck Owens?” she almost blew her cover when she heard him groan.

“Yuck, please tell me you don’t like that ‘My baby left me and I’m drownin’ my sorrows in this here bottle while she dun took my truck and even my old hound dog but left me this old guitar’ stuff do you? I swear my parents drive me nuts with that stuff!” he scoffed.

Ivy couldn’t hold the giggles in anymore as he kept making sounds of ultimate suffrage.

“Sorry, but I’m all about the Rock-n-Roll here.” She declared with pride.

Nyx nipped her on her ear lobe.

“Ouch.” Ivy yelped but it really hadn’t hurt; actually it had been somewhat of a pretty sensual experience.

Nyx nuzzled her neck, “That’s what you get for being a bad girl, Ivy! Shame on you, scaring me like that.” He teased and softly chuckled.

To get her mind off the carnal thoughts she was having and the sudden wet feeling she was getting between her legs, she picked out a few Nickelback songs and let him choose a few. Nyx’s first choice was Kashmir by Led Zeppelin and Woman by Wolfmother. The last one, Ivy and him both chose. The last song they both agreed on Dancing with Myself by Billy Idol. Nyx took a crisp dollar bill out of his pocket and put it in the machine and then led her to the dancing floor. Ivy looked like a scared rabbit.

“What?” he asked.

“Nyx, I…I can’t dance! I mean really…I can’t dance! Lorna and I fool around at the house but that’s it.” She admitted with a certain level of chagrin and embarrassment. His face flashed that devilish look of his as he wound his arms around her waist as Led Zeppelin’s Kashmir started.

“Well then consider this your first ‘formal’ lesson then!”

Ivy wanted to melt in his arms but she didn’t want to humiliate herself by causing either one of them a compound fracture or a head injury so she tried to concentrate on her feet. Nyx put her arms around his neck and placed his own on her hips. He could feel her trembling, but he gave her an encouraging smile. Ivy was lost when she looked into his eyes and she began to move with him. They slow danced. The next song was Never Alone by Nickelback. Nyx pulled her even closer and as they grinded together, he was in ecstasy at the feeling of her body close to his.

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Saturday, 27 October 2012

Be careful what you wish for

What would you do if you began feeling ill? If pieces of your short term memory seemed to be missing? If you started seeing things?

Hopefully you’d seek medical advice. Hopefully you’d confide in a friend. But what if you are nineteen and away from home at college? What if you are a sportsman who has always felt himself indestructible? What if you thought your peers would laugh and call you a wuss?

Meet Nick Blaketon, the less than heroic hero of the trilogy of supernatural thrillers that begins with Torc of Moonlight. At first he rationalises his symptoms, then he becomes distracted by Alice, a studious auburn-haired recluse seeking the shrine to a lost Celtic fertility goddess. He knows he saw her hair writhe around her head; she doesn’t believe in coincidences, or in Nicholas Blaketon. Only gradually do they start telling each other the truth, but by then…

The fact – yes, the fact – is that settings can come from anywhere. The settings for Torc of Moonlight came unadorned from reality quite by chance. I was walking round Hull’s university campus and from the plan realised that the accommodation blocks were named after Celtic settlements in the area. Inside they were warrens of beech-clad corridors. Outside ran a beech-lined road where squirrels played, at its top a miniature nature reserve with hedgehogs and field mice. The entire campus was, is, covered in shrubs, ivy climbing the walls of its original buildings. It is as if Nature is hiding in plain sight, gradually encroaching, gradually taking over. I simply added a purpose, and expanded its reach.

It was hardly stretching credulity. Yorkshire has more ancient springs named Lady Well than anywhere in England. The ‘lady’ in question has nothing to do with Christianity, and neither have the offerings found at some sites. And the moon? This year the New Moon will be on the 29th.

Be careful what you wish for when you laugh at Halloween.


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Friday, 1 June 2012

Guest post: B. C. Brown - 'A Touch of Darkness'


A Touch of Darkness
by B. C. Brown

Blurb:
Abigail St. Michael, a former cop, has joined the recently growing ranks of metaphysicals, individuals with abilities outside that of normal human nature. When a murderer stalks her town killing children, Abbey uses her ability of touch clairvoyance to hunt him down. Her only roadblock is that her murderer seems to have his own unique talent, the ability to 'wipe' his victims and their surroundings of any metaphysical energy. With little physical evidence and no supernatural evidence, Abbey is forced to rely on instinct and luck to solve the case. However both Abbey's luck and instinct seem to have taken a permanent vacation as the victims keep piling up with the killer's escalating blood lust.

Excerpt:
The police had speculated that Irving Schleck had been mugged and then shoved down a flight of subway stairs not far from his home. These brilliant deductions by our fine men and women in uniform were made based on the fact that Mr. Schleck was located at the bottom of the stairwell and his wallet was missing.
            Astonishing.
            Elementary, my dear Watson, elementary.
            It helped that, while the Schleck neighborhood was generally pretty tame, some unsavory elements had begun to creep into the once nice neighborhood a little more every year.
             If it walks like a duck…
            Lieutenant Jason Davis didn’t think it was a duck, and he called me in. Of course, the quote-end-quote real police work had led the fine detectives to a dead end in the case. Davis only had permission to call me in on a case once all the real leads were exhausted.
            No, that’s not sarcasm in my voice or anything?!
            I’d gotten the call on my work cell. I actually have a second that I carried for just police work. For a while, my advisory jobs had become so hectic that the calls began to outnumber my personal ones. Davis had spoken to the police chief and gotten the force to foot the bill for a company phone.
            Everyone referred to it as the “Bat Signal.”
            I digress.
            Davis called me in and, almost a week after the incident, I walked the crime scene for the first time. I was more than a little pissed. I was even more pissed when I arrived on the crime scene amidst a light drizzle.
            Rain is a problem for individuals with my unique talents. Water washes away metaphysical energy as quickly as it washes away physical evidence. A violent event can get trapped for longer but eventually time and the elements fade the energy no matter how violent the event. I mean, I’m not still picking up shit from the Manson murders or anything. 
            Once I arrived on the crime scene, I was really doubtful I’d pick up anything left over. I told the lieutenant my doubts. He encouraged me to try, regardless; he always encouraged me to try. It was his special talent, I guess. So I slipped off my special-made gloves.
            Clothing doesn’t always protect me from seeing impressions, but the gloves were a damned sight better than my walking around bare-skinned. That would land me back in the funny farm in no time. Trust me, I know, I’d been there once already. I had once brushed up against a woman who beat her two children on a twice-daily basis. I felt her glee as she did it; her happiness as she felt their little bones crunch under her/my hands…
            Oh, God…
            I digress.
            Davis knew my doubts, but I did my job. I slipped off my sweet Italian, designer gloves and touched everything in sight. The railing, the stairs, the curb where he’d busted his damned head, and… nothing. Nada, zip, nein – no pun intended, Mr. Schleck. There was nothing left to see. I told the lieutenant as much, but I was wrong.
            There was a cat.

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B.C. Brown was born with six fingers on each hand endowing her with super powers, thus enabling her to fight crime.  When a freak Cuisinart accident severed the additional digits and her powers, B.C. was forced to fall back on her secondary talent -writing.  Now she lives between the pages of a book - whether she has written it or not.  Since she has not found the surgeon to restore her fingers and powers, she has published three novels to date and contributed to one anthology.  She enjoys writing mystery, paranormal romance, science fiction and fantasy but is always in the mood for a challenge to branch out.  You can follow her crime fighting or writing at twitter or facebook or Goodreads.

Thursday, 8 March 2012

If You Like...Paranormal Romance

Hi all, it's great to be here on Lindsay's Romantics celebrating "Read an Ebook Week." There's been some themes this week. I'm here to share my paranormals with you.

BUDAPEST MOON: BOOK 1
THE HUNGARIAN:

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Katherine Archibald is in search of a grand adventure. A young woman in late Victorian England, she wants to open up a book store in London and travel Europe hunting down rare books. Love isn't on her map.

Enter Matthias Duma. The Hungarian count captures Katherine's attention like no other man before him with his unusual gold-malachite eyes, his exotic features, and his command of the night sky.

After a night of intrigue during Katherine's birthday, she discovers the map does include love in the legend, but will the map lead her to Budapest and the dark, brooding Hungarian she's just met?

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BUDAPEST MOON: BOOK 2
THE COUNT'S LAIR:


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Count Anton Varga is haunted by the curse of the moon. It tugs on his emotions, ravishing his soul. Anton abhors the beast he must learn to tame if he is to find peace.

Lady Amelia Andrássy is an accomplished pianist, but her life in Budapest had been filled with heartache. When Amelia faints in the Duma's bookstore, it's Anton's strong arms that cradle her fall. His unusual indigo eyes spark with hers, replacing their individual loneliness with the promise of feral passion.

After a two month separation, Anton is ready to walk into Amelia's life again, but is Amelia ready to fan the spark they shared into a flame?

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BUDAPEST MOON: BOOK 3
DANUBE IN CANDLELIGHT:


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Set in Budapest 1922, The Hungarians are recovering from the war. Adam Varga is Hungarian to the bone and becomes an architect to help rebuild his nation. Morgan Duma returns from England also intent on helping to rebuild her country.

After a tragedy happens to her mother, Morgan discovers her father is a werewolf. She begins to question who she is, becoming more reckless, moredaring, and her choices more bold. When Zoltan Kristos, a known werewolf, requests Morgan accompany him to the summer ball, Morgan has to decide which man will best fit her life.


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MOLDAVIAN MOON BOOK 1
THE WOLF'S TORMENT



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It's 1865 in Moldavia, a country nestled against the shores of the Black Sea, and Crown Prince Mihai Sigmaringen returns after receiving an education in England. His best friend, Viktor Bacau joins him. Mihai is intent on modernizing his nation, but he's also a witch, and it's time he embraces his heritage. The tasks in front of him are many including getting married.

Lady Theresa von Kracken arrives in Constanta as Mihai's intended. Mihai has vowed not to fall in love again, but Theresa manages to break the battlements around his heart.

In an unfortunate twist of fate, Viktor is bitten by a werewolf. Viktor's transformation threatens everyone around him including his wife's safety and Mihai's happiness with Theresa. Viktor's bite is the wolf's torment.

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MOLDAVIAN MOON BOOK 2:
TWILIGHT OVER MOLDAVIA:



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Romanian unification is on the horizon. Prince Stefan Sigmaringen travels to Ploiesti, Carpathia. He's to be promised in marriage to the Crown Princes Caroline, a spirited young lady who prefers riding horses and archery to embroidery and dancing.

Despite Stefan's initial apprehension, he discovers that his intended is a pleasant surprise with a caring heart. He also learns a strange man named Timon has an unnatural interest in him.

Two years later, Stefan and Caroline are officially engaged. To Stefan's horror he overhears his mother confessing to a dangerous secret – she cursed him in order to conceive him and Stefan owes his body to Timon. There is a condition to overcome the curse, but Stefan will have to draw on all his courage and inner strength to confront the werewolf who desires to posses his soul. Stefan feels it isn't fair to fall in love with Caroline with a foul enchantment hanging over his head. Dare Caroline break the blood bonds of the curse with her love?


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