Friday, 12 October 2018

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Wednesday, 3 October 2018

#MidWeekTease Ethereal Guardian

Happy MidWeek! I'm planning to start transcription after this, but I wanted to get the next piece of Ethereal Guardian ready for you.

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The next day, the back door opened and closed several times, waking her. She peered out her window to see all three of her roommates in the garden. She descended the stairs and rubbed her arms, goosebumps jumping out. She could feel the heat in the floor, but it didn’t counter the chill that seeped into her. Something was off.
Gwen and Paige came in, chatting.
“Garden walk?” Ember asked, catching a few words.
“Nothing you’d be interested in,” Paige assured her, adding to her chill. It definitely had to do with magic. “I’m going to shower quick.”
So much for warming up that way. She poured herself a cup of coffee and joined Gwen and Summer at the table. Rather than sit normally, she tucked her knees up and pulled her night dress down over her shins, wrapping her arms around her legs.
“Cold?” Summer asked.
“Yeah. When Paige is done, I’ll take a shower to warm up.” Hopefully that would work.
Distracted by Geoffrey, who had stepped closer and put his hands on her shoulders, Summer just nodded. “I think she’s got what she needs,” Summer told Geoffrey.
“You think it’s a bad idea.” The ghost continued to brush her with intangible fingers. Ember’s chill intensified, imagining him touching her like that.
“Yes. Using magic where natural means are available usually leads to trouble.”
“Natural means,” Ember muttered. “Like reporting Duncan to authorities.” Duncan had sexually assaulted three of the four roommates.
Summer frowned and looked away from Geoffrey to focus on Ember. “Yes, I suppose. Do you think that would have led to any real consequences? Would it stop him doing exactly the same thing to the next girl? I believe our method was much more effective.”

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Wednesday, 26 September 2018

#MidWeekTease Ethereal Guardian

Hopefully soon I can start sharing something new I'm working on, but currently, it's still all in my notebook and needs to be transcribed. In the meantime, I have another snip from Ethereal Guardian. This does follow the previous, which was a dream/flashback.

Ember woke with a start. Her heart pounded in her ears and she clutched her chest. If Summer hadn’t described her memories as Mary Parker, she might think she was crazy. Instead, she wondered who Anne, her ancestor, was.

Climbing out of bed, she pulled on a robe and descended to get a glass of water from the kitchen. She paused on her return, watching Geoffrey pace the spot where they’d worked the spell on Duncan. The ghost seemed very solid, only a hint of an aura gave him an unnatural cast.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“The floor feels different here. Like I might fall through it. You know, I don’t understand why I don’t fall through floors the way I go through doors and walls.”

Ember shook her head. “Best not to think about it. I know it feels hot to me, like it’s been in the sun for hours. Geoffrey, did you know a girl named Anne and her brother, Thom?”

The ghost cocked his head to the side then shook it. “No, I don’t think so.”

“It’s okay. I just had a dream.”

“Good?”

She shook her head, sipping water from the glass. “No. I think it was the beginning of the witch trials.”

Geoffrey shuddered, wrapping his arms around himself, as though he were cold. “That was a bad time. I was young when it first started, but it grew, even after they…after Mary, they did horrible things to other women. Of course, after Mary, I didn’t pay it much mind.” He turned away, looking to his feet.

“I understand. Thank you, Geoffrey.”

“Any time, Ember.”

“Do you sleep?” she wondered aloud.

He chuckled. “Sort of. I rest after you’ve all left. I like to be active when you’re here. Feel less like a lurker that way.”

Ember nodded. “I’m glad too. It would be much worse if you just popped in and out of existence.”

“Exactly. Sleep well, Ember. I’m sure your dreams or memories will guide you, just as Mary’s, Summer’s did.”

“I hope so.”

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Wednesday, 19 September 2018

#MidWeekTease Ethereal Guardian

I'm going to continue with excerpts from this WIP. I hope you enjoy.

Thom breathed deep and his shoulders slumped slightly.
Ember shook herself, breaking free of his hold. “What are you about, Thom? Why are you acting strangely?” It was odd enough that he sent a note rather than visiting himself. His countenance worried her.
He looked toward the door the Reverend had entered. Satisfied with what he found, that it was still closed she assumed, he pulled her through another doorframe and closed that door, leaning with his ear to it.
“Pastor Mather believes Dorothy is…possessed.”
“What!” She clamped her hand over her mouth and Thom frowned, leaning his ear to the door again. “Why would he think that?”
“You saw how her babe recovered? How quickly? He believes she made a deal with the devil to save the child.”
Ember shook her head, thinking of Dorothy, their cousin, only a handful of years older than Thom. Dorothy was…outspoken. She let her hair down when in her home and unbuttoned her collar and cuffs, but in all other ways she followed every letter of every law laid out by their Lord. She couldn’t be less evil or more good.
“What are we going to do?”
“Warn her. I couldn’t write this. I can barely speak it.”
Ember nodded. “I will, immediately. If you can think of any way for us to clear her of this charge, please, let us know.”
“I will, Anne. I’m asking Pastor Mather just that, carefully. Hoping he’ll take my interest as mere curiosity. If I find anything, I will call on you again.”
“Oh, Thom. You don’t think he would hurt anyone, do you?”
He shook his head. “I don’t, but you’ve heard of other rumors, other towns. Salem is no different. It could happen here as easily as anywhere.”
Ember nodded. “I understand. Take care, Thom.”
Just then the door opened and they both jumped.
The Pastor opened the door only wide enough to peer in. “Thom, I need you. Please see your sister off.”
“Yes, Reverend.”
“Thank you, Reverend, for letting me visit.”
His frown smoothed. “You are welcome, Anne. Our Lord opens his arms for each of us, including you.”
She bowed her head and kept her eyes on the floor.
He didn’t close the door, leaving it ajar as he walked away.
She spun and hugged Thom in a tight hug. “Take care.”
“I will. Go.”
Reluctant, she released her brother and walked out the door.

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Wednesday, 12 September 2018

#MidWeekTease Ethereal Guardian

Still sharing from the third Ghosts of Salem book, tentatively titled Ethereal Guardian. Like her roommates and fellow coven witches, she is dreaming of being her own ancestor.

Ember picked up her skirts and stepped carefully around a puddle in her path. She quickly dropped them again, eyes darting to be sure no one saw her ankles. Her face flushed at the thought and she stepped more lively toward the church. She wasn’t late, wasn’t even expected, but hurried all the same.
Knocking on the door of the rectory, she held her breath. Sweat gathered between her breasts and rolled down her chest. The season wasn’t warm, but the sun held more heat than expected. Nerves have nothing to do with it.
The door opened only a crack and a hand darted out to close on her gloved wrist. She let out a screech as she was yanked inside.
“Anne, you came.” Thom wrapped her in a hug
“Of course I came.”
“Did anyone see you?”
“I’m sure someone did. Why?”
Pastor Mather rounded a corner and Thom pushed her behind him. “Brother Thom? Are you well?” He cocked his head. “Good day, Anne. Visiting your brother?”
“Yes, Reverend.”
“Well, be quick about it. He has work to do.” The older man moved on, opening and closing a door to one of the rooms along the hall.
Thom breathed deep and his shoulders slumped slightly.

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Wednesday, 5 September 2018

#MidWeekTease Getting back in the saddle

After a very dry writing season (although there was a decent amount of rain outside) I'm trying to be more regular, push myself to do more, to get back into the flow of writing, editing, releasing, promotion. First step? Tease something. Something new? Well, it's not newly written, but newly shared. This is from the third book of the Ghosts of Salem. One of the aims is to finish it and it's partner, the fourth and final book of the set.

Here's your tease:

“Ember!” Turning, she spotted Connor coming out of another building. Rather than head in his direction, she took a moment to drink him in. The nursing student had thick arms, filling the sleeves of his fleece hoodie. He trotted up to her, dark blond hair bouncing slightly on each step and falling into his warm brown eyes. His smile gleamed, teeth bright, and any fear or doubt faded out in its light. Those firm arms wrapped around her, pulling her to his broad chest. His chiseled chin rested on the top of her head as he hugged her, marking a straight line.
“I missed you,” she told him. He’d crossed her mind many times since her return. Their relationship was new enough that she sometimes forgot the hole left in his absence, but his arrival promptly filled it again. 
“Missed you too.” He released her enough to look into her eyes. “You had a good break, though, right?”
She snickered. “Yes.”
“Oh, good.” He sighed and took her hand in his. “Where are you headed?”
She pulled against his hold, stopping him. “Yours wasn’t?”
He sighed again. “Nothing big. Just have some family I’d rather not visit, y’know?”
Ember nodded. “I don’t really, but sure, I can see how that might happen.”
“Let’s just say, it is amazing to see you again.” Wrapping those strong arms around her, he pulled her close enough to kiss. 
They were still amid milling students, so despite her toes curling in her boots, she pulled away before it deepened. 
“Hey, I know it’s still morning, but can I steal you sometime?” Connor asked taking her hand again and leading her toward the quad.
“Depends what you’re stealing me from, I guess.” She stepped around a slushy puddle and her dream returned. She had to blink away the memory of a long skirt and buttoned shoes. Even knowing her friends were experiencing the same, she had trouble accepting the woman was actually her ancestor.
Connor’s voice broke the spell. “Nothing crucial. Just hoped that maybe, for lunch, we could go to my place.”
Butterflies appeared in her stomach, but the fluttering quickly led to the bottom dropping out. In the dorm, the same tower where she’d met Duncan, where he’d…
“Um, maybe? Is there somewhere else we could eat?” She looked to the building in the distance, worried it would fall on her, crush her.
Connor growled low in his throat. “He hurt you there. If he weren’t on his way out, I’d rip that guy apart.” He punched a fist into a palm and Ember started at the force of it. “Listen, we don’t have to go to my room, but I want to take you inside, just the lobby. You can’t let him rule you forever.”
Taking a deep breath, she settled her nerves. He was right. Duncan had made her miserable more than long enough.

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Wednesday, 29 August 2018

Snow: A Reverse Harem Modern Fairytale @erzabetbishop


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To look to the future, sometimes you have to unearth the secrets of the past.
Snow longs to find a true love of her own, but when her father returns from war with a new bride, her carefully planned out life slips through her fingers. Her new stepmother, the Queen, harbors a dangerous secret. One malicious kiss sends Snow tumbling into a sinister landscape of dark desires and a new manifestation that can save her or destroy everything she’s ever held dear.

Darkness can hide the most sultry of nights.
Gideon and his men guard the king, but even they can’t protect him from his murderous new bride. When the castle falls prey to the Queen’s ire, they find themselves under the spell of the moon. Can they harness their new reality to protect the newest target of the Queen’s wrath, or will they once again be victims of her unholy power play?



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The new Queen stood in front of the fireplace, her hand on the ties of her gown. She flicked her hair over her shoulder and smiled, knowing the King’s gaze followed her every move. It had taken her years to reach this place, to claim the blood-right her sister had stolen from her so many years ago. The King watched her with lust in his eyes, no different than any other man. All it had taken was some small manipulations and a lost battle for her to come to be in just the right place for him to save her.
He was a fool, but then she expected that. A pair of breasts and the opening between her legs would give her everything, but first she would take her time. Her body lush with the essence of her victims, she tempted him, and he had succumbed. Now all that was left was to share herself with the man who would be her future. For a few mere hours.
“Do you find me attractive, husband?” She loosed a tie and the dress fell further down, revealing more of her pale flesh, until it slipped from her lithe form, pooling into a heap of discarded fabric on the chamber floor. She edged closer to him, letting the glow of the fire outline her body in the dimly lit room.
“Come here.” He jerked her forward so she landed hard against his chest. Crushing her lips against his own, he fumbled with the opening of his breeches, taking out his cock. A chill blast of air slid through the room, and he shuddered against her.
“Is that your wedding gift to me then?” She pressed her lips to his and wrapped her hand around his shaft. “This hard pike?” She manipulated him back against the bed, knowing full well the power she held in the palm of her hand. She squeezed his shaft and brutally released him, shoving him back.
The surprised expression flitting across his features quickly changed to anger. He laid there, his member exposed. “You dare.”
She climbed on the bed, rubbing her breasts and body up over his legs until she reached his cock once more. Wrapping her fingers around it, she smiled as he moaned, all but moldable clay in her hands.
“I dare much, highness.” She mounted him and impaled herself on his cock, taking great joy in the gasp that sprang from her husband’s lips. “This night is only the beginning.” Her nipples tightened against the chill of the room, but with each thrust of her hips, she grew warmer, and her magic stronger.
“You…” He tried to rise, but she slammed him back down, grinding herself into the root of his cock. “Ugh!” The King groaned, his eyes fluttering as his body toiled, twisted in the confines of the spell she’d wrapped around him.
“Yes. I am all that you desire, in this life or the next. Spill for me, my King. I have need of your soul.” She ground into him, rubbing her breasts against his chest and kissed him, her teeth catching on his lip, drawing blood.
“No…”
“Oh yes. Fuck me harder.” She rode him. Deeper and deeper, her tendrils of power sank into his body until the slack look on his face betrayed his vanquished spirit.
“Foul bitch. I’ll kill you.” But the words rang hollow as his strength poured into her.
She laughed, her pussy tightening around his cock as she pounded him into the bedding. 
“Everything you have. Everything you desire, my King. It shall be mine.” She leaned down and gave his lip another vicious bite at the same time she lifted her body from his, only to slam down hard on his length once more. “I’ll take what should have been mine long ago.”
He came with a shout, his hot seed jetting inside of her, then slumped down against the bed sheets never to rise again, jaw slack, his head lolling to one side.
The Queen rose from his body, letting it fall where it may. She sauntered to the trunks that held her belongings, running her hands over the tops of several. “There you are.” Pressing a hidden lever, she opened it to reveal an overlarge mirror set in a gilt frame. She stood in front of it, the mirror revealing her lush curves and now even tighter skin. The cool chill of frost crept across the chamber wall and her lips curved up in a diabolical smile.
Beautiful. There was no one to compare with her. No one at all. Her red hair fell to her thighs and she ran her hands along her concave stomach and shapely breasts.

“Now, let's see who is the fairest in the land.” The mirror panned to a young woman with long dark hair and plentiful curves. She saw her sister in the girl and her rage knew no bounds. “I should have ended your life on that night in the wood, the same as I ended your mother’s.”




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Friday, 17 August 2018

Now in paperback! Bound in Fire (Gibbous Moon Vol 1) by USA Today bestselling author Erzabet Bishop! @erzabetbishop



Now in paperback! Bound in Fire (Gibbous Moon Vol 1) by USA Today bestselling author Erzabet Bishop!



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The witch with the phoenix tattoo…

Isobel Fieri loves her dream job of working as an archivist in the city’s most prestigious museum. Well, aside from the creepy advances of her boss, that is. But when her mentor goes missing and a valuable exhibit piece vanishes into thin air, she knows something is very wrong. Bound by her desire to find answers, some really steamy flashbacks, and an attraction to a certain sexy fireman, opening weekend is about to get interesting.

He will find her again and protect her at all costs.


Roark Jameson has never forgotten the mate he loved and lost. He and his cat have pledged their lives to fighting fire, the very thing that took her from them. When he finds himself in front of the Remington Museum, he is drawn in to the mythology exhibit despite himself. A chance meeting will upend his universe and bring his carefully constructed world crashing down around him. Discovering his long lost mate here seems impossible, but when danger roams the hallowed halls of the museum, he must fight for her or lose her forever to the twisted web of fate.



Excerpt:
Isobel pulled away and rubbed her hands over her the sleeves of her sweater. “It’s no secret my parents don’t like that we’re dating.”
That was the understatement of the year if he’d ever heard one.
“No.” Roark snorted. He found himself thinking of the colorful phoenix tattoo that now held court on her upper arm. The one, coincidentally, that matched his own. She’d told him she liked the symbolism. A new start. Like the one they’d talked about when they got out of this shit hole of a town.
It was also her answer to his moment of weakness when his teeth had pierced her flesh during one of their secret assignations in the old cabin just up the road. He hadn’t meant to mark her, not yet, but he'd lost control of his beast, accidentally laying claim to his mate much sooner than he had intended. The tattoo had been the perfect camouflage, the bird’s colorful plumage working in the bite marks so if you didn’t know they were there, it was impossible to make out.
Only his nose told him the truth. Her scent had changed, albeit subtly, as his mate. His pack members would be able to tell, so they kept everything as close to the vest as possible.
She glanced toward the darkness of the woods beyond, her expression stony. “Mom told me they knew we had been meeting. That she and Dad hadn’t raised me to date outside the coven.”
“That’s bullshit.”
Isobel gave him a look. “They saw the tattoo. My mother was pissed.”
“Ouch. At least they couldn’t tell about the bite.”
Unconsciously, her hand trailed up to her upper arm, rubbing the tat through her clothes. “I tried to tell her this isn’t a passing thing. That you’re the one.”
He could just see Dayanara Fieri’s pinched expression after that delightful conversation.
“I bet she didn’t like that.”
“No. As a matter of fact she didn’t. Neither did my father.”
The knot that had taken residence in his gut twisted. He didn’t really care if they liked him, but if they made it hard on Izzy, that he did care about.
“Izzy…” He reached out to tug her back into his arms but she held out her hand.
“There’s more.”
“Do I want to know?” Roark ran a hand through his hair, afraid of what she was going to say next. Losing her was not an option. Not for him.
“Apparently there’s been an arranged marriage with someone in Jonastown involved in coven affairs. And as soon as I graduate, I’m to take my place and follow through with their agreement.”
Agreement?
What agreement?
God. She was still in high school.
“Izzy. You know that sounds insane, right? You should be able to choose who you want to be with.”
She barked out a laugh, fire dancing in her eyes. It was a bitter sound that cut him to the quick. “You don’t know the coven.” As she spoke, she cocked her head. “You were late tonight. Why?”
“That asshole uncle of yours held me after. Accused me of an incorrect inventory.”
Isobel shook her head, her fiery strands of hair cascading around her shoulders. “It was to delay you.”
Shit. He already knew that. The question was, why?
“When did you get here?”
“A few minutes before you. I had to sneak out of the house. The parentals were arguing. They didn’t even check the wards.”
“That doesn’t sound right.”
She nodded. “I know.”
“Where’s your car?”
“I walked the trail. I didn’t want to take a chance they’d spelled it.” She moved away from him, lifting her face to the moon.
“Izzy…” He growled. She knew it wasn’t safe. Not for a female alone. Firestarter witch or not.
“We have to leave.”
“What?”
She lifted her face toward his, the ghostly light of the moon on her pale cheeks making her eyes appear luminous. She curled her fingers in his shirt and dragged his mouth down to hers. The sweet cinnamon taste of her lips brought their time together last Friday night to the forefront of his mind.
“Firestarter,” he sighed into her hair. What once had been a terrible nickname had become his term of endearment for her.
Roark’s jeans grew uncomfortably tight and as she molded her body against his, he let out a groan. But then he heard it, a car moving up the gravel road. He broke the kiss, struggling to shake the fog of wanting her that had taken over his body.
He had to remain in control. For both their sakes.
“Izzy, someone’s coming.”
“I hear them.” Her voice was cold. “Sounds like Rory’s old sedan. I knew it wouldn’t be long before they followed me up here.”
“Do you think they put a tracker on you?”
She shrugged. “It could be anywhere. My clothes. A spell someone brushed on me when I was at the meeting after work.”
He would go crazy in a prison like that. Roark ground his teeth in indignation. They had to be stopped.
“What do you want to do?”
“I want a say in my future. Let’s go.”
“Where?”
“What about Wayfarer?” Her eyes were fathomless pools and when he peered into their depths, he remembered the unsettling encounter at Forbidden Ink. He’d looked up the best shops in a hundred mile radius and it was ranked as one of the top three. But what they both got when they arrived was akin to a fortune telling session with needles.
He would never forget the owner’s words when they walked into the shop and he asked to see the selection of tattoos.
“The Goddess picks your ink, boy.” The sultry, dark-eyed vampire considered them both and then pointed at him. “You. Sit. I’ll be with you in a bit.”
And she had. Hours later, after Izzy was done, he’d made an appointment to come the next night only to receive a masculine version of the same tattoo.
The woman…Fae, he half-remembered, contemplated him after she’d finished his ink. “Don’t be afraid to walk into the flames. There’s a reason why the phoenix chose you both, shifter. Just be worthy of her when the time comes.”
What the hell she meant, he had no idea, but if it pertained to Izzy he’d do whatever it took.
But now she wanted to leave to go back there? It was true the town boasted a higher than average shifter population and was home to Cirque Nocturne, but he had never considered that being the destination for their future together.
“Wayfarer?”
Izzy cut her eyes toward the road. “There. Or anywhere. We just have to go. Now. If  the Bradford Coven puts its clamps on me I don’t know what will happen.”
What she was asking him to do was nothing he hadn’t thought of before. Hell, he’d spent nights fantasizing about where they would go. Where they would live. But all of it hinged on her being older. Out of high school. Then he could officially claim her as his mate and no one could give them shit about it. She’d told him more than once that she’d love to work in a museum. There was a big one in Maberry. Maybe they could head there.
It was too soon.
But dammit he didn’t know what else to do.
She marched to the passenger side of his truck and opened the door. Sliding onto the seat, she closed it behind her with a jarring slam.
He darted to the driver’s side, his cat digging at him to hurry. Move faster. If the coven got their way, he’d never see her again. There was no telling where they were going to send her. But one thing was for certain. They would under no circumstances let him get anywhere near her again.
It was now or never.




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About the author:
Erzabet Bishop is a USA Today award-winning and bestselling author of paranormal and erotic romance. She lives in Houston, Texas and when she isn’t writing about sexy shifters or voluptuous heroines she enjoys playing in local bookstores and watching movies with her husband and furry kids.

Follow her on Twitter @erzabetbishop.

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Wednesday, 18 July 2018

#MidWeekTease Blue Moon House - The original, Book 1

Hello teasers and teased! This will be my last post for a few weeks. Summer is a busy time for me in my day job. I'll be back before September though! In the meantime, here's a sample from the first Blue Moon House book. An oldie, but I hope still goodie!

“MmmmMmmaximum.” Julia wept loudly. Blood was trickling down her back and over her breasts where the cruel whip had broken her skin. She burned everywhere, stinging from her first beating at his hand, and then adding the salt of sweat, the blood. Sagging against the chains that held her mostly upright, she sobbed bitterly.
The whip was gone and Harry was there, releasing her wrists. “Terrance. Did you have to be so hard?”
The tall, icy man softened for the first time Julia had seen. “Everyone has a limit. If she would join us, I would know hers. Now, I do. Take care of her, Harrold.”
Julia’s mind logged the response but couldn’t think about it in the midst of the pain. Harry was licking her wounds, his saliva closing them faster but burning them further. Julia screamed again.
“Hush,” Harry said with concern, his voice soft and familiar, a raft for Julia to grasp in the sea of pain. There was a stabbing in her leg.
“That will help. You will sleep soon, Julia. In the morning, the pain will be much less, I promise,” Terrance told her, pulling her hair off her face and mopping it with a cool cloth.
“I-I’m not...” She didn’t know how to ask if she was unworthy.
“You impress me, Julia. I look forward to having centuries to get to know more of you, other limits.”
Julia flinched, crying out and hugging Harry. Terrance laughed and the difference between that and the cold demands, the hard mocking he’d given her all night made her turn back.
“Never pain, Julia. I found that limit.”

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Friday, 13 July 2018

Free! July 13, 14 and 15! Book 1 in the Ghosts of Salem series #witches #salem #newadult



The phantom touch of a ghost can be cold or HOT. 
The first in the Ghosts of Salem series by Angelica Dawson.


Summer froze, her trowel still an inch above the bed. “How did you get out here?” she asked the air. There was no mistaking that presence. She still didn’t know who he had been, but after a month it seemed obvious to her that he was masculine. Something in his bearing, which she couldn’t see, and his stature gave the impression he was taller than her.
There was no answer, but a breeze rustled the leaves and the ghost sat next to her on the ledge.
“I refuse to be put off by you. You can haunt the house all you like. I’m not going anywhere. This is my family’s house. Who are you to haunt it anyway?”
It occurred to her that he might be a distant ancestor. Aunt Marge said no one had reported the house as haunted and that there was no record of a death in the house. Even Mary, tried as a witch, died in the square, not the house.
The ghost didn’t answer, but he did leave, not before touching her arm and making her shiver. Upstairs, washing the soil off her hands, he returned. It had become less oppressive all the time, and she was actually getting used to him, dammit.
She had the sense he was looking at her in the mirror. It felt like hands slipped around her waist, and she tipped her head to the side. Goosebumps flooded her skin and she could have sworn he kissed her neck. Shuddering, she leaned forward, gripping her vanity.
“Whoa. I don’t think I’m ready for a frisky ghost. Tell you what, you don’t do that again and I won’t try to push you away.”
There was no way of gauging his response, but he didn’t grab her again. Instead he brushed her hand, something she thought she could get used to in time. 


Wednesday, 11 July 2018

#MidWeekTease Dynamic Destiny - Coming in Hot 2: Rescue Mehttp://hyperurl.co/CIH2

Hello teasers! I thought I'd share some teasers from my contributions to recent boxed sets. Both Once Upon A Twisted Time and Coming in Hot 2 will be disappearing at the end of the month. Don't miss your chance to grab all these hot stories for such a small price!

From Rescue Me, the second Coming in Hot compilation, I have an excerpt. This is Dynamic Destiny, the story of a Domme and her doctor-boss. This is earlier in the book, with one of her other subs.

"Please undress for me. Sitting will be easier out of those pants.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Robbie grinned as he moved to stand before her, pulling his shirt over his head. Robbie wasn’t ripped like some men—Dr. Edgerton for example—but he was bear-like, large in all dimensions and nearly furry. She reached out once the shirt was gone to run her fingers over his belly and up toward his nipples.
He waited for her to finish and pull her hand back before releasing his pants. He wore bikini-style blue briefs that tucked his package tight. It would be confining when he swelled further than he already had.
“Mistress?” He hooked his fingers in his briefs.
“Not yet. Come closer.” She used her hand to urge him down to his knees, spreading her own to allow him to kneel between them. Her fingers slid over his shoulders, throat, and upper arms. “I would like you to touch me.” She took one of his hands and put it on her breast, pulling the corset down to allow the nipple and flesh to rest atop it.
“May I taste too?” he asked, blue eyes heavy and serious.
“Soon.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Ignoring everyone around them, Destiny built the pair of them up. Her pussy ached to be filled and Robbie’s cock strained the bikini he still wore. The head poked out the top, leaving a glistening patch of hair below his navel.
Time for the fun to begin. She removed the sealed bag of ice from her bag. “You seem hot.” She pulled a cube free and circled one of his nipples.
He sucked breath through his teeth. “Yes, Mistress. Very hot.”
“Poor boy.” She circled the other lazily. “Stand up.” She slid back in her chair, putting a little distance between them. His cock now stood just below her eye level. The cube left a line of cold water where she drew it up the inside of his thigh. “Do you need it here?” She tucked it behind his sac, soaking the briefs.
His nuts climbed up, making him grit his teeth. After a small grunt he could answer, “Yes, Mistress. Unless you want this?” His finger traced his length over his briefs.
“Not yet. How about this?” Reaching between his legs, she pushed the ice up and toward his ass. She didn’t press enough to penetrate, but his legs shook. She pulled it free and drew a line across her breasts, water running down. The cube had shrunk significantly, but she wanted to wash down to the pink center.
“Open up.” She reached up to slip the sliver of ice and candy between his lips.
Robbie licked it up and crunched it between his teeth. “Thank you, Mistress.”
“Less hot now? Or shall I grab another?”
“Anything you want.”
She smacked his ass cheek lightly. “Not anything.”
He grinned. “Almost anything.”

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Friday, 6 July 2018

Don't miss your chance to get Coming In Hot for #free! #CIH2 #medical #romance #boxedset #erotic #BDSM #femmedomme

A New Title from Angelica Dawson


From Coming in Hot, Destiny is Dr. Edgerton's admin assistant by day, but she will dominate him at night!


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Wednesday, 4 July 2018

#MidWeekTease Darkness of Light - Guests @ginakincade @kimmydonn

I'm sharing this Wednesday with two lovely ladies, Kimberly Gould and Gina Kincade. The first book of their In The Dream series is available now.

When Reverie offers to tend her grandmother’s store the summer after graduation, she gets a lot more than she bargained for. The shop isn’t the problem. The dark eyes and bright smile of two residents complicate her stay almost immediately, and just when she thinks she might have the cousins sorted out, she discovers that the whole town, including her grandmother, have a secret, one that she now shares. Is there any chance all this shapeshifting is just a bad dream? And if it comes with Lucius and Kerwin, does she really want to wake?

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Rev closed the door again and went in search of strong coffee. Grandma had a Kurig, but it just didn’t have enough kick. The bakery across the street probably served it with their breakfast pastries.
Like all the doors in Littleton, this one jingled with bells as it opened. She pushed her sunglasses up onto the top of her head, keeping her hair out of her face at the same time. The bustle and conversation died the moment she stepped into the room.
“Look, I just want a coffee, okay? I’ll take it and go.” It was frustrating to be on the spot every time she encountered the other residents of Littleton.
“Don’t you worry, Love. I’ll come with you.” Flo left the table she’d been sitting at to come to Rev’s side. “I never did get your name, Dearie.” She walked with Rev up to the counter where a woman with long black hair was pouring her coffee fast enough to splash the counter.
“Reverie,” she said. “And thank you, Flo.” She slapped her money on the counter and took her coffee without a word of thanks to the server. It was obvious she wouldn’t appreciate the polite gesture anyway.
“No problem, Reverie. Want to come and sit with me?” She looked to the table she’d been at with two older women, grey streaks woven through their dark brown or black hair. Neither met Rev’s eye, but both used body language, one with her arms crossed and the other twisted in her chair to face away from Rev and Flo, to make it clear they didn’t want her to join them.
“That’s okay, Flo. I need to open shop. I just came to grab the coffee.” She sipped it and then returned to the counter where cream and sugar waited.
“White freak,” someone muttered.
If it hadn’t been so quiet in the bakery, she wouldn’t have heard it. Trying to pretend she hadn’t, she grasped the doctored coffee, squared her shoulders and lifted her chin, and strode confidently to the door.
It opened outward just as she was about to grab the handle and the man coming through the other side collided with her, spilling hot coffee on both of them.
Rev let out a scream that devolved into cursing. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. Oh shit, shit. Are you okay? Dammit!”
Dark Eyes put a finger to her lips, cutting off her words and causing her to inhale sharply. His deep brown eyes seemed to sparkle. Was he laughing?
“It is my fault. Let me buy you another.” His voice, low and mellow, seemed to echo inside her. The reverberation made her tingle.
“Um, no, thank you. I have to hurry home to change so I can open on time. I’ll have to wait and get one at lunch.” She pawed at his shirt, her hand passing over a chest as broad as Lucius’, clad in black with wet streaks and blotches covering it. At least the coffee wouldn’t show on black. She was wearing beige and light green, a total mess. Patting at the mess on his chest, she could feel the softness of hair cushioning it. She could see just one or two hairs escaping at the neck of his t-shirt, dark and curly like the glossy mop on his head. Her fingers itched to run through the locks, and over his chest, too.
Heat filling her cheeks, she turned and ran. Another apology would be too much anyway.

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Sunday, 1 July 2018

Are Dragons real? Eternal Love Bite's by @pt_macias #paranormalromance #newrelease #Indieauthor

DO YOU LOVE DRAGONS AND ROMANCE?



About The Book
Carina Leal detests going home for Christmas break to a cold house, a dictatorial papa, and a bitchy sister. She especially hates declining an invitation to spend an enchanting white Christmas in New York.

Dracostar Prince, Gage, enjoys life on the Earth realm as the San Francisco Senator. His meticulous agenda is radically altered by enchanting but unexpected human mate.

Carina’s life as she knows it does a 180 turn. She fears for her life and discovers that myths are real.

Carina rapidly learns that a magical night with a dragon surpasses a white Christmas in New York. 

Excerpt

Gage clenches his hands tight, causing the skin to stretch and turn white over the knuckles. He inhales deeply, then slowly exhales to control the need to emit his pale blue shimmering smoke.

What the fuck! That sweet floral scent is driving me insane. I don’t know who’s scent it is with so many people on the plane!

“This is Captain Jones, we are approaching the Los Angeles International Airport runway in approximate 10 minutes. I’m asking that you remain seated until the seat belt light is turned off. Thank you for flying Clear Blue Airlines!”

Carina turns her head to look back, raising her right eyebrow and looks at people lined up in the aisle all the way to the back of the plane.

Fuck, they don’t follow the instructions! Everyone is rushing to get off!

She turns around, sighs, and starts to tap her fingers in a rhythmic pace on the armrest. She leans into the first-class leather seat closing her beautiful hazel eyes.

A few minutes later, Carina pushes off the seat and stands in the aisle. She adjusts her shirt, raises her arms to reach the overhead. She opens the overhead compartment to grab her carry-on.

“Finally!”

Carina pulls on the bright pink carry-on handle, biting her lower lip. She inhales deeply as she tugs the handle again, the bag lurches forward, propelled by gravity. She quickly releases the handle, raises her hands up to break the impact. 

“Oh hell,” cries out Carina.

She steps back, crashing into the man behind her, gasping. She moves her hands up, ready to grab the carry on, closing her eyes waiting for the painful impact.

“I got it,” says a deep voice into her ear, sending a chill through her entire body.

OMG! The freaking voice is deep and resonates throughout my entire being. What the hell! His scent is spicy, totally sexy, and heady.

Gage stands tall behind her, he swiftly extends his muscular arm around her, leaning into her as his strong hand grabs the handle, and instantly pulls it up and away from her. He sets it down on the vacant aisle seat next to her.

Slowly, Gage pulls away from her, watching her closely. He grinds his jaw to control the rampant emotions rushing through his body gathering into a throbbing ache in his groin. He hisses, closing his eyes.

What the hell! I don’t even want to know why? It can’t be! Is it possible? Fuck! It’s her sweet floral scent!

“Ohhhhhhh, uh. . . . . . thank you,” gasps Carina taking a step forward, moving away from his fiery body.

She raises her trembling hands up to tuck her long golden-brown strands behind her ears as she turns around.

Carina’s eyes widen, long curly lashes frame hazel eyes, and she licks her dry lips. She rapidly blinks as she looks up at the huge man. She stares into the man’s black eyeglasses trying to see his eyes.

She nods, a soft blush creeps up her face, and she bites the lower corner of her inner lips as she tilts forward grabbing the carry-on handle keeping her eyes on his face. Her huge hazel eyes expand as she focuses on the perfect full masculine lips framed by a black goatee.

Gage rests his huge hands on the back of the first-class seats on each side, grasping the leather tight, bracing himself for the attack to his senses. His hungry eyes drink in every feature of her beautiful face as he waits for Carina to move forward. He clenches his jaw to control the urge to release his shimmering smoke with his spicy bonding scent.

Carina eyes slowly travel down his thick neck, then slowly takes in his wide shoulders shrouded in black leather jacket, and then her eyes move down taking in the tight leather pants.

“Uh. . . . . hmmm.”

Carina contemplates the bulge at his crotch, her eyes widen, inhaling deeply watching his deep purple crown peep up his waistband. She licks her lips watching the cock play peek a boo. Her mouth waters and she bites her lower lip.

OMG! He’s huge! That’s his crown! He looks tough, rugged, and so damn hot in black leather. Fuck!

Gages pale blue eyes discern her hungry look, nods slightly, inhales deeply, and clenches his jaw tight. He moves his right hand and quickly adjusts his pants hissing. He then pulls out his black shirt.

What the fuck! Her scent is driving me insane! Fuck she looks turned on!  

“Hey sweetie, we need to move it,” yells the lady down the plane glaring at them.

“Oh my! Sorry!”

Carinas blush deepens, she hastily turns around and pulls the carry-on. She swings it in front of her and walks down the aisle shifting her hips.

Gages eyes remain fixed on her soft round ass as she walks off. 

What the fuck! I need to talk to her! Who is she?

Carina pulls on the carry-on and runs down the walkway, past the waiting room, down the hall, and into the ladies’ bathroom. She runs into the stall at the end leaning against the cold metal door closing her eyes tight. She inhales deeply and exhales gasping for air. She releases the carry-on and handbag, allowing them to fall onto the floor, raising her hands up to her face. She shakes head, inhaling deeply.

Oh my, he’s so damn hot! What in the world was I doing gawking at him, uh. . . . . almost drooling, thinking of riding that huge cock, forgetting everything. What’s wrong with me? How can I possibly think of riding his cock! I don’t know him. Oh, but that cock looked so yummy! Damn it, my mind stopped working, and my body was on fire! Fuck, in front of all those people! Hell, I was holding up the line! How fucking embarrassing!

Gage walks further down the aisle and stops to reach overhead. He grabs his carry-on and walks forward to exit the plane. He takes long strides down the ramp searching for Carina.


Fuck! Where is she? 
Available in eBook
ASIN: B07DR2SK3G
Genre: Paranormal Romance 
Release date July 1, 2018

Author P.T. Macias
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