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Haunted Summer – A short story for Halloween

27 Saturday Oct 2018

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                                             A HAUNTED SUMMER

Here’s a short story I wrote for Halloween. Have a spooky All Hallows Eve!

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Look at her lying there on the old iron bed. They’ve just bathed her and changed the linens, so the room smells fresh and clean as a summer breeze. If only they’d open the window, she could smell the river and the sweet honeysuckle vine growing on its banks. They’ve brought videos to for her to watch other people’s lives when she has none.

I’m the only one who can breathe life into her numb body.

Maribelle would be running down by the river, swimming naked in its cool waters, if I weren’t such a treacherous playmate, leading her a merry dance across the moss slick river rocks. She slipped and hit her head. I cried as they carried her away—to this room, her world now.

Yet, she loves me still. See her eyes searching the room and when her gaze lands on my face, she smiles. She calls me. Pardon me, I shall go to her now. I’ll kiss her, and her pretty mouth will open sweetly for my tongue. I’ll suckle her breasts, caress her, and maybe even give her a good hard shafting. She loves to watch me do it to her. She can’t feel anything else, and she grows tired of the endless videos.

Being with my Mari is the only pleasure in my life. Is it because of my guilt you ask.

Perhaps. Then again, perhaps not.

They’ve gone and left her in peace. A frown has creased her smooth brow. She is remembering. See how a smile has lit her eyes. She relives the days when our passion burned bright and her supple young body would engulf me and leave me weak as a child. Yes, Belle is recalling that summer, less than a year ago, down by the river.

We met in the steamy heat of July. Eight months, she’s lain helpless in that bed. Time once meant nothing to me. Now, I count the days as surely as any mortal man. Last summer was the closest to heaven I’ll ever get . . .

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Even now, though she could move only her eyes, Maribelle recalled and treasured the night Devlin first appeared. His beautiful body wearing an aura of moonlight, standing tall and slender, he was male perfection. His hair was true black and longish. His eyes—what could she say of those magnificent eyes—stunning and blue, yes, an enchanting blue she’d never seen before…or since. That blue did not exist in this world.

Maybe she did, maybe she didn’t, call Devlin, but that wondrous night in the grass by the riverbank she learned she could never live without him. With the water whispering over rock, he’d made good the sensual promise he’d made the first time he visited her, loving her slow and deep again and again as the moon rose.

It had been midsummer, the night alive with dancing fireflies and humming crickets. Her window was open to a honeysuckle breeze. Rich, buttery moonlight slatted through the dusty blinds drawing white lines on the bare floor. River scent stalked her as she paced like a caged animal, driven by the need to escape her small town existence. If only she could run away to the city, but she was stuck here with the gurgling, never-ending song of the river. Tonight, she turned eighteen—for all the good it’d do her.

A haunting need sang low in her body, swept up her in throbbing waves. Neither the moonlight nor the sweet summer smells offered any respite. Maribelle was wired and edgy. She coasted to a halt by the window, resting her cheek against the pane to stare at the moon.

“I’m trapped.” Her voice echoed in the silence of the room she shared with her sisters. “I couldn’t stand that old man touching me. I don’t regret telling him I’d rather marry a monkey.”

What would her folks think when they found out her answer to Mr. Jones’ proposal was to laugh? God knows, they had a surplus of daughters and could stand getting rid of one.

The old iron bed creaked as she flopped onto her back, staring at the ceiling. In the living room, the new flat screen TV droned.  She resented the expensive purchase. Momma and Dad couldn’t afford it. They’d said it was for their girls. The useless, senseless words on the game show her family were watching coaxed sleep.

****

Ripe with passion, flushed with eighteen-year-old innocence, Maribelle closed her eyes and sighed. The room, well, I returned her sigh. She wasn’t beautiful but something about her appealed to me more than beauty. If only she’d call me—like her grandmother and her mother before her—I’d ease her pain.

****

A tear slid down her cheek. “I want out of this godforsaken corner of Mississippi. I want a man–a handsome man to love me–not some old codger everyone says is a witch.”

The clock chimed, warning Maribelle that soon Annabelle and Florence would troop into the room and her precious alone time would end in senseless chatter. Exhaling another heavy sigh, she flipped onto her side. The room sighed its sympathy.

The wind rose, fluttering the white drifty curtains, smelling of a storm. Lightning split the sky, momentarily joining Heaven and Earth. A horrible crescendo of thunder rattled the windows. Was Old Man Jones conjuring up a storm? She laughed at a memory of her rejected suitor’s face. Witch indeed! He was just a lecherous old codger.

The stormy breeze found her lying on the bed and stroked her hair back from her neck, cooling her face. She closed her eyes. Airy fingers explored the contours of her face, her ears. As invisible lips brushed her mouth, she gasped, her eyes snapping open. Insubstantial kisses trailed like butterfly wings over her bare shoulder, to rest briefly on the top of her left breast. Pleasant chills rippled over her. Beneath her pink flannel gown, her nipples peaked. Deep within, a hot pulsing awoke. Her body was alive, needing as she’d never before craved anything and resonating to the phantom caresses.

Slowly, one-by-one, the tiny buttons on her gown opened. The faded fabric parted, exposing her breasts to the searching lips. She shivered as thrills chased over her. Anticipation coalesced into a pulsating between her legs.

Maribelle craved these wondrous sensations more than the next breath. Many times, she awoke in the night drenched in sweat, longing for a lover. Moist and warm, a mouth closed on her nipples. Teeth scraped, bit at the sensitive nub. The delicious pain shot desire through her. She twisted on her bed, moaning. The pleasure was becoming unbearable. Her hips swiveled up to meet . . . nothing.  She needed weight pressing her into the feather mattress. She wanted to be filled, impaled. She was so ready. She needed to meet passion head-on.

The invisible mouth trailed to her other breast. Fingers closed, rotating, pinching on the abandoned nipple. Her body melted into the sensual caresses. Hands explored lower, now gripping her hip bones. And then she felt the lips on her stomach, hands cupping her bottom, drawing her hips up to meet the pleasure. Gentle fingers parted her. Other fingers, not gentle, pinched her nipples to unbearable hardness. The excruciating need grew more intense, lifting her, without will, borne solely by instinct. Her body trembled in a prelude to satisfaction.

Maribelle groaned and forced her eyes open. This dream was too real. Too incredibly, wonderfully real.

The arousing attentions of hands and mouth ceased. Her breath caught in her throat. Her scream froze. This was no dream. Silhouetted against the window stood a tall figure fashioned from moonlight and river breezes.

“Mari.”  The voice was full-bodied, rich as homemade wine.

She went cold inside, shivering as she reached down to cover herself, but the flannel material draped across her knees. Her shiver of passion became a tremor of fear.  She managed to force her words past the lump in her throat. “Who are you?”

“I am Devlin.” Light cascaded down a river of luxurious dark hair and reflected on a high cheek bone.

Maribelle struggled in vain to capture a glimpse of her visitor’s face. “Who are you? What are you doing in my room?”

“You called me.  You wanted me.”  A low, thrilling laugh sent a shock of arousal through her. “Very, very much.”

“Did Old Man Jones send you? Are you a demon?”

A whispered laugh answered. “I am Devlin. No more. No less.”

Drenched in humiliation, she couldn’t speak, couldn’t think.

“My love.”  The words and the spirit materialized above her.

Their gazes locked, and for the first time she saw his enchanting eyes. She drew a long breath to speak, but slim fingers curled around her chin. Her protests melted in expectancy. Unspoken words filled the silence. She knew what was going to happen. Wicked, commanding lust danced in eyes so blue they shamed the sky. There was ample time to avoid the kiss as his face drifted toward hers, but she was mesmerized, each particle of her being poised, waiting.

The storm broke. Through the open window, rain splattered the floor and soaked the filmy curtains.

He kissed her lightly on the mouth, then straightened. “Your sisters come. I’ll return. You have but to call. However, you must tell no one about me. I am your secret. Meet me tomorrow night by the river, sweet Maribelle, and I shall teach you about love. You are mine now. I am yours.”

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My WIP, Sinners’ Waltz

19 Friday Oct 2018

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Since I’ve been bad and didn’t prepare a post for today, I’m going to subject you to an excerpt from my WIP.  I’ve signed a contract with The Wild Rose Press on Sinners’ Opera, the book of my heart. Sinners’ Opera is Morgan’s story. He’s my favorite hero. He’s a classical pianist, an English lord…and a vampire. Sinners’ Waltz is the prequel to Sinners’ Opera.  I’m waiting for the rights on the sequel (Sinners’ Obsession) to revert to me, and it, too, will go to TWRP.

Sadly, with the re-release, this cover will no longer be used. My son did this for Double Dragon Publishing at the time of first publication.

If I have writer’s block, most often, I can write something in Morgan’s POV.

Sinners’ Waltz is about Morgan’s mortal life and the first years of his life as a vampire. Here’s a brief excerpt. Comments (including criticism!) welcome…

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Immune Boost: Getting ready for the winter…starts with Apple Cider Vinegar

18 Thursday Oct 2018

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IMMUNE HONEY

Fall is here and winter is not far behind. That said I want to share my go to Immune booster.

This past winter I had my three granddaughters down with bad colds, at the same time the two grandsons were diagnosed with Strep Throat. Imagine 5 kids, 1-11 all coughing, hacking, and filling the air with germs.

As their caregivers I couldn’t afford to get to get sick; so I mixed a fresh batch of my Immune Honey and I swear taking this mixture daily was the ONLY reason I didn’t get so much as a sniffle, sneeze, or cough.

I realize folks have various food allergies and such, so please be cautious and know what you’re allergic to and be safe.

Immune Boost

Ingredients:

  • 1 quart jar and lid, cleaned and sterilized
  • 2 Tablespoons Apple Cider Vinegar (with the Mother)
  • 2 Tablespoons fresh squeezed lemon juice
  • 2 Tablespoons local…

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Goddess Fish Promotions Tenth Anniversary

17 Wednesday Oct 2018

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Goddess Fish Promotions Tenth Anniversary

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Welcome to the Goddess Fish Promotions Tenth Anniversary Month Long Celebration!

Who is Goddess Fish Promotions? And what do we do? We’re glad you asked!

We didn’t want your visit here to be dry and boring, so we decided to have a poetry competition and put what we do into verse. Here are the initial entries:

Marianne:

Roses are Red.
Violets are Blue.
I’m awful at poetry.
Coffee.

Judy:

We can edit your book
find things you didn’t see
It will be fun to look
at the changes from me.

Yeah, for some reason, Judy won!

Even better, her poem is correct. We DO offer editing as one of our options. Here are a couple of testimonials from clients:

I worked with Marianne on a complete edit and was very happy with the results. Her feedback was clear, easy to follow, and she probed on things I hadn’t thought of. She was also responsive whenever I had questions and helped me work through a few issues. Her feedback and guidance improved the quality of my manuscript, all at a very fair price. I’m working on my next book and plan to use their services again.

-J B Glazer, author, In Search of Mr. Anonymous

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Choosing the right editor for a project is incredibly important to an author. Let’s face it, we want the best for our books. When I was considering editors for my first indie-published book, Regenerate, I naturally thought of Goddess Fish Promotions–and I’m so glad I did.

Marianne Arkins and Judy Thomas are incredibly attentive and professional during the entire editing process. Their input was invaluable and the story is much stronger because they cared enough to help unsnarl plot points and find order in the chaos..

I can’t wait to work with them again. Truly, a top-notch editorial team! – Sarita Leone, award-winning author of Regenerate

We also offer Virtual Book Tours, Graphic Design, Social Media Promotion and more. You can see more testimonials here.

We hope you enjoyed getting to know us a little (more information is below) and we’d like to do the same. We’d LOVE to see a little poem that tells us a bit about you in the comments. We’ll be awarding random book giveaways and $5 Amazon GCs to some of the best poetry we find. It might not be at every stop, but when something really makes us smile, we’ll reward it! Come on, be daring…

Writing on a Budget

You’ve finished your book – now what?  You want to share it with the world- and you want to make some money while you’re doing it.  However, if you are like most of us, you don’t have unlimited funds to put into getting your work published and promoted.

You might want to budget, but you don’t want to go cheap. Why would you put your heart and soul into your work and then not give it the best chance out in the world.  There are times you should count the cost well spent… editing and promoting.

It is easy in today’s world to finish writing and format it and self-publish it, but if you are doing so without having it professionally edited, you’re doing your story a disservice. No matter how careful you are editing your own work, there are things that will slip past you – you will see what you expect to see.

And, once it is edited and published, you could take the time to find 20 or more blogs that would host you to help get the word of your book out.  That will take time away from what should be your next step—writing the next book. Why not turn your promotion over to someone who has the contacts and the know-how to do so, while you get on with the business of building your career… one new book at a time.

Check out our editing and book promotion services – we would love to hear from you.

And now, more about us:

About Goddess Fish Promotions

Goddess Fish Promotions was established October 14, 2008. Why? Well, when Marianne became a published author and got her the first taste of trying to promote a book on a budget, there was only one other virtual book tour company in place at the time, and their fees were simply too high for a small press author. After coordinating and running her own tour, she knew other authors could use the same service for a reasonable price. Thus, Goddess Fish Promotions was born.

Because both Judy and Marianne were authors and editors prior to running Goddess Fish Promotions, they approach the business with a unique point of view, and treat their clients how they would expect to be treated.

The people behind the fish

Judy Thomas

Judy has a college degree in English and she’s worked in retail, education, at her local library as well as an editor for a small press and for the now defunct ShadowKeep Ezine. She’s also a published author so can see things from both sides of the fence. In 2013, she “retired” and now spends her days helping authors make their dream come true—as well as working as much as she can with her local theater group.

Marianne Arkins

Grammar freak and coffee lover, Marianne wrote her first novel at ten years old, built her first commercial website in 2000, and published for the first time in 2006. She worked as a professional editor for just over a year, and knows what it’s like to write, edit and promote a book on a budget.

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Breakdown, a Series

15 Monday Oct 2018

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BREAKDOWN is a unique and groundbreaking four-book suspense series that will keep you turning pages until the killer is finally exposed.

In this explosive new miniseries, the idyllic community of Shutter Lake, nestled in the peaceful Sierra Nevada Mountains, is rocked by a shocking murder. Four women, friends who moved to the area to find healing and solace, must now dig deep and overcome the scars of past troubles to find a ruthless killer.

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All the Lies, BREAKDOWN Book 3 by Peggy Webb

THE BREAKDOWN BROADENS… Julia Ford was once famous globally for investigative journalism until the story she was covering went so wrong and an unthinkable act put her on the run. She sought refuge in idyllic Shutter Lake, took a job as lifestyle reporter for the local paper and remained hidden in plan sight for five years…until murder snuffed out Sylvia Cole, the young woman who knew too much.

With Sylvia’s killer still on the loose, another girl missing and Julia’s past showing up in the form of FBI Special Agent Richards, Julia begins a search that uncovers an evil spreading throughout Shutter Lake. Her last encounter with evil ripped her life apart. But this one could destroy some of the town’s most prominent citizens and tear down Shutter Lake’s very foundation. How far will she go to expose the deadly secrets in a once-perfect town built on lies?

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Julia continued her cyber search and her note taking in the methodical, from-the-ground-up manner that had served her well in her days of investigative journalism. With a jolt she realized she’d missed this. Periodically her former editor emailed or called to lure her back. He wanted her full-time again in Chicago. Lately, he’d said he would settle for free-lance in Shutter Lake.

Big stories, though. Not her current life-style pablum. His words, not hers.

It wasn’t until her stomach rumbled that she realized she’d missed supper, whatever that was. Probably soup from a can.

She also noticed that her curtains were still wide open to a sky turned deep velvet. Forbidding. The only light in the room came from her computer screen and the nightlight plugged in behind a glass-top table.

Julia sprang up so fast she almost toppled her chair, a nearly impossible feat considering it was on a swivel base. Her heart raced as she flew around her house closing curtains against the darkness, checking locks on windows and doors against anything evil that lurked in the shadows…and most of all, making certain all her nightlights were burning.

When she felt the almost-forgotten beginnings of a panic attack coming on, Julia reminded herself she was in the here and now, not back in the nightmare that had sent her running so hard and fast it took the edge of a continent and the Pacific Ocean to stop her. Though, practically speaking, she wasn’t close enough to see the ocean without a considerable drive.

“Not today, you don’t.” She rubbed her forehead then took a deep breath, consciously relaxed her clenched jaw and waited.

Nothing. Good.

She made a rude gesture though nobody could possibly see, not with those blackout curtains on every window. Then she marched into her kitchen and opened a can of tomato soup. Plain. No frills. She loved cooking and she particularly loved experimenting, but tonight she was in no mood to add butter and real cream. Or maybe cream cheese with a touch of dill.

Julia ate her soup standing up, still tense, ever vigilant, turning her head toward every sound. The high-pitched voices of the nine-year-old twin boys next door, arguing with their mother about coming inside to eat. The metallic clang of a metal garbage can across her back fence. The sound of an engine, slowing as it entered the neighborhood and then stopped.

So close. Next door?

Her adrenaline surged as she crept toward the front of her house. The sound outside her door tipped her closer toward the edge of panic. Footsteps, definitely. Her friends never showed up without calling first. They knew better.

Had her past finally caught up with her? Was another dark horror waiting just beyond her door, taunting her that this time there would be no escape?

About the Author:

Peggy Webb, USA Today bestselling author, has penned more than 80 books in multiple genres and is the most prolific writer the state of Mississippi has ever produced. She also writes as Elaine Hussey. Her acclaimed novel, The Sweetest Hallelujah, garnered praise from critics who dubbed her one of the “Southern literary greats” and compared her to Harper Lee. Peggy holds an M.A. from the University of Mississippi and is a former adjunct instructor of writing at Mississippi State University (2004-2005). A gifted musician and actress, Peggy loves taking the stage at Tupelo Community Theater, singing in a 60-voice church choir and playing her vintage baby grand.

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and then he was GONE by Joan Hall Hovey

12 Friday Oct 2018

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This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Joan Hall Hovey will be awarding a $25 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

WHERE IS ADAM?

Julie Raynes’ husband is missing. Devastated and confused, she refuses to believe that he would leave her voluntarily, though her best friend thinks differently. However, her Aunt Alice, a psychic, tells her Adam has been murdered, and when she reveals how she knows this, any hope that Adam is still alive, dissipates.

The police also believe that Adam Raynes was murdered. And Julie is their prime suspect. Her life in ruins, Julie vows to hunt down whoever is responsible for Adam’s murder and make them pay for their crime.

In the meantime, David Gray, a young man who was pulled from a lake by a fisherman when he was 9 years old, wakens from a coma after nearly two decades. Unknown to Julie, Adam and David share a dark connection, a darkness that threatens to devour them both.

Read the first chapter at http://www.joanhallhovey.com/432547197

About the Author:

Writing gives me a sense of achievement and satisfaction that nothing else does. (Except having my babies.) And that’s not a bad analogy, if not an original one. Holding your published book in your hands, (especially that first one), running your fingers over its smooth cover, tracing your name there – is heady stuff! These days of course, knowing my readers are downloading my books onto their Kindles and ipads and Kobos, and so on is just as great. For me, a dream come true, even though it’s been awhile since I wrote my first book.

I am drawn to explore the dark side of humanity, and my intention is to give the reader a roller coaster ride that will resonate long after the last word is read. I know that I am truly blessed to be permitted to work every day at what I most love and need to do. I think you appreciate it even more when you’ve had to go to those awful 9 to 5 jobs you hated, because the bills have to be paid. And I’ve had my share of them over the years — hulling strawberries, waiting tables, grading eggs… (top that one). A couple of those jobs have left scars. I’ve been stalked by a psychotic customer when I was selling ‘CAA’. (Canada’s version of ‘AAA’.) I’ve been chased around the desk by a so-called pillar of society while working as a secretary. But while I wouldn’t want to repeat it, I wouldn’t take back a single moment of any of it. All is ‘grist’ for the writer’s mill.

The next best thing is hearing from my readers. You have been so generous in your comments, so kind to take the time in your own busy lives to write to me. Telling me that my novels kept you up all night, or that you couldn’t put the book down is music to my ears, and keep me going in the dark times that come to all writers, while I find my way about in the unknown, unlit territory of that next book.

***In addition to her critically award-winning suspense novels including And Then he was Gone and The Deepest Dark, Joan Hall Hovey’s articles and short stories have appeared in such diverse publications as The Toronto Star, Atlantic Advocate, Seek, Home Life Magazine, Mystery Scene, The New Brunswick Reader, Fredericton Gleaner, New Freeman and Kings County Record. Her short story Dark Reunion was selected for the anthology investigating Women, Published by Simon & Pierre.

Ms. Hovey has held workshops and given talks at various schools and libraries in her area, including New Brunswick Community College, and taught a course in creative writing at the University of New Brunswick. For a number of years, she has been a tutor with Winghill School, a distance education school in Ottawa for aspiring writers.She is a member of the Writer’s Federation of New Brunswick, past regional Vice-President of Crime Writers of Canada and International Thriller Writers.

Her books are available at most online book stores, including Amazon, B&N, Kobo, and more. Check out her website at http://wwwjoanhallhovey.com

She lives in Saint John, NB, in an uptown building over 100 years old, with her cat Bella. Aside from writing (and reading of course) She enjoys playing piano and spending time with her grandson. She is presently at work on her latest suspense novel.

Her novels include:

And Then he was Gone
The Deepest Dark
The Abduction of Mary Rose
Tragic Spawn
Night Corridor
Chill Waters
Nowhere To Hide
Listen to the Shadows

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Celebrating My Favorite Holiday By Lisabet Sarai

09 Tuesday Oct 2018

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Greetings, Linda, and thanks for inviting me over!

Ever since I was a kid, Halloween has been my favorite holiday. I liked the candy, of course, but it was dressing up that I really found thrilling. No store bought costumes for us—in my family it was a point of pride that we made our own outfits. I loved the chance to become someone else for one magical night: a princess, a gypsy, an elf, an astronaut, a pirate queen, whatever sparked my imagination. My mom always let my siblings and me choose, then she’d help create the look we wanted. Transformed, we’d go door to door in the delicious, mysterious darkness, accepting compliments from our neighbors and gathering treats.

On November 1st, I would already be planning my costume for next year.

Halloween, and dressing up, is one childhood passion I’ve never outgrown. Some of my favorite adult masquerades have included a black widow spider, a magician’s assistant (my DH went as the magician), a harem girl, and a dirty old lady. When I moved from the US to Southeast Asia, I jettisoned most of my possessions. But I held on to my costume trunk which stores bits and pieces from previous Halloweens, ready to be assembled into a new outfit.

It’s a bit harder to celebrate here, though. There are no pumpkins to be had, and it’s always hot. I miss the crispness of October nights in New England, the scent of falling leaves and wood smoke, the half-naked tree branches silhouetted against the moon. However, I keep Halloween alive in my heart.

This month, in honor of the season, I’ve dropped the prices of all my Halloween and paranormal books to only 99 cents. Meanwhile, on the 17th I’ll be releasing Underground, a dark paranormal erotica piece that will make you squirm even as it sets you on fire.

Below you’ll find a preview of the titles you can snag for less than a buck. There’s a lot of variety – MF, MMF, MFM, MM, FF, romance, adventure, even a bit of horror. If you want a recommendation, leave me a comment telling me what you like!

Excerpts from all of these books are available on my website.

I’ll also be gifting some of these titles to readers at my blog, throughout October.  In fact, I’ll give a copy of Coming In Costume or Fourth World (your choice) to one reader who leaves a comment on this post. Be sure to tell me which book you want, and leave an email!

I hope you’ll join me in celebrating my favorite holiday.

Paranormal/Halloween Books – Now only 99 cents!

Coming in Costume

BDSM ménage erotic romance

When her dominant husband Greg proposes that they attend a company Halloween gala, Isabella is too excited to be suspicious. Only after they arrive at the party does Bella learn her Dom has planned a kinky, semi-public scene involving both pain and pleasure―a Halloween masque that includes a starring role for Greg’s best friend James.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B017A4L2KK

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/coming-in-costume-lisabet-sarai/1122870808?ean=2940152434743

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/588590

Damned If You Do

Paranormal BDSM erotic romance

Wendy Dennison is tired of being a starving author. When a charismatic stranger appears at her coffee shop table, promising her fame and commercial success, she surrenders to temptation. But at what cost? As the clock ticks down to her blockbuster release and her infernal Master prepares to claim her soul, Wendy must choose either celebrity and wealth, or obscurity and true love.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0727RZ39B

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/damned-if-you-do-lisabet-sarai/1126292735?ean=2940157395711

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/733108

 

Fire in the Blood

MMF vampire ménage erotic romance

Bitter and alone, Etienne de Rémorcy haunts the forest around the ruined plantation of Fin d’Espoir. He has sworn to never again taste taste human blood, but when slender, raven-haired Madeleine begs him to take her, he can resist neither her nor her lover Troy.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B004C05CHK/

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https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/fire-in-the-blood-lisabet-sarai/1104681193?ean=9780857152565

 

 

Fourth World: Erotic tales of monsters, myths and magic

Dark paranormal erotica

Enter the fourth world – a world of lust and shadows, where anything can happen. Obsessive passion and dark ecstasy mark these seven stories of paranormal desire. Expect to be unbearably aroused and occasionally terrified.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00Y23HXW4

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/fourth-world-lisabet-sarai/1121978819?ean=2940151504676

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/732578

 

 

Necessary Madness

MM paranormal erotic romance

Nineteen year old Kyle sees visions of disasters, visions that tear his world apart. Everyone assumes that he is schizophrenic, but Rob, the cop who picks him up off the street, knows better. Rob’s own experience has taught him that psychic powers are real, and potentially devastating. When a brilliant, sadistic practitioner of the black arts lures Kyle into his clutches, Rob faces the possibility that once again he may lose the person he loves most to the

 

forces of darkness.

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Rajasthani Moon

BDSM shifter ménage erotic romance

On a mission to remote Rajasthan, Cecily Harrowsmith, secret agent extraordinaire, is taken captive by the sexy but sadistic Rajah Amir and his half-brother Pratan. Cursed before birth by Amir’s jealous mother, Pratan changes to a ravening wolf whenever the moon is full. Cecily uncovers the counter-spell that can reverse the effects of the former queen’s hex and tries to trade that information forher freedom.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00D47R9E6/

https://www.totallybound.com/index.php?route=product/product&product_id=2135

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/rajasthani-moon-lisabet-sarai/1115449469?ean=9781781843338

Rendezvous

BDSM paranormal erotic romance

When Halloween night finds her stranded by a breakdown in a seedy motel nearly a hundred miles from her friend’s annual party, Rebecca is frustrated and disappointed. Then she discovers that her room is haunted by the invisible but unquestionably virile ghost of a rake who seduced local women nearly half a century earlier.

 https://www.amazon.com/dp/B003TLMKY

https://www.totallybound.com/index.php?route=product/product&product_id=175

 

The Eyes of Bast

Shifter erotic romance

 Instinct tells Shaina to visit the feral cat trap she’d set in Central Park. When she listens to that inner voice, she discovers she has caged a magnificent black tom. But the cat inexplicably vanishes after she tends to his wounds. Seeking the errant feline, Shaina encounters instead a handsome stranger whose slightest touch sets her body on fire. As the day dawns after a night of ferocious passion, her mysterious lover is forced back into his true shape – the tomcat she’d rescued.

 https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00WMEW5K0/

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https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-eyes-of-bast-lisabet-sarai/1121761796?ean=9781784305079 

The Shadow Over Des Moines (Free!)

Tentacle erotica in homage to H.P. Lovecraft

 When my health forced me to retire from the stresses of my job as a newspaper reporter, I relocated to a quiet neighborhood in Des Moines. I’d hoped to find peace of mind and relief from the terrifying dreams that plagued me after my dear wife’s death. Instead, I found myself in a waking nightmare.

 https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-shadow-over-des-moines-lisabet-sarai/1125060001?ean=2940153813905

 https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/676748

 

 

 

The Witches of Gloucester

Lesbian paranormal erotic romance

 For decades, raven-maned Marguerite and red-headed Beryl have lived among the hard-working inhabitants of Gloucester, making magic and mischief. Love and sex fuel their supernatural abilities, but duality limits their power. To reach their full potential, they need a third witch to complete their circle. Platinum-haired Emmeline, newly arrived in the historic seaport town, may well be the enchantress they have been awaiting for so long.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07DBB3ZTN/

 https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-witches-of-gloucester-lisabet-sarai/1128809847?ean=2940155269861

 https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/832808

 Underground

Dark BDSM paranormal erotica

Coming October 17th. Available for pre-order now.

 The long years before I found Underground and Z seem like some bad dream—an endless series of fetish groups and kink clubs, personal ads and bar hook-ups, as I searched everywhere for someone who could understand and satisfy my particular needs. S&M folk like to believe they’re tolerant and accepting.

They weren’t ready to tolerate me, though.

 https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07HYDVL65

 https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/898486

 https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1129661349?ean=2940155828853

About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – nearly one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads and finally, on Twitter.

 

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Two Hearts One Stone by Leslie Scott

08 Monday Oct 2018

Posted by Linda Nightingale in Uncategorized

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horse romance novels, horse training, horses, novels about horses, romance, western romance

Let’s talk about The Cowboy for a minute. He can be a gentleman without suffocating a woman’s independence. A rogue while still retaining his honor. He can be smart, hard-working, and blue collar—or tough, scandalous, and filthy rich. The Cowboy in romance is everything in a hero any of us as readers could want, whenever we decide to open a book.

That means I wrote Two Hearts, One Stone with no limitations on my hero. My cowboy took on a life of his own and while his story isn’t lengthy, it is uniquely his. Just like every other book written about The Cowboy.

Here’s a character interview with my guy, Stone Dempsey. I hope you enjoy!

Where do you see yourself a year from now?

You mean, aside from in your dreams? Probably with Doctor Feel Good, riding off into the sunset or exploring the barn with Maddie. I can’t wait to teach her all about horses and how to ride. Maybe even start working on making a little brother or sister for her.

 When in your life were you the most satisfied with your life?

Right now. A good woman does a lot for a man. But stepping into the role of a father, with my dream job, and the dream woman I never know I wanted? Yeah, that’s as close to perfect as my life is every going to get. I’m completely satisfied.

 Who is your role model?

You know, there are lots of horse trainers and riders out there that I have learned a ton from. Hell, even Old Man Cole teaches me new things every day. But at the end of it all, I’d have to say Emmy. Or rather, Doctor Emmersyn Cole. She takes everything in stride. Hell, she doesn’t just put up with my ass, but she stepped right into a ready made family and a fumbling father figure with no clue what was going on. She makes me want to be a better man, every day.

 If you could have any superpower, what would it be?

Oh hell, I’d want to fly. Riding a green horse can be a thrill, but soaring over the mountains, the ocean, without the fear of crashing or falling would be awesome.

 Why should someone read your book?

Because I’m witty, charming, and devilishly handsome. Also, because this story is about love, horses, and a really cute baby. What more could you ask for?

If you’d like to keep in the loop about my writing, upcoming novels and events, as well as a chance to win a signed copy of  Linda Winstead Jone’s Sullivan and a super cool cowboy Novel Nuzzler sign up for my newsletter here: http://eepurl.com/df0G45

You can learn more about me, my cowboy, and my other projects by finding me online:

Website:  http://lesliescottromance.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lesliescottwrites/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/leslieSwrites

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/lesliescottwrites/

Youtube Playlists: http://bit.ly/2O6IDea

Blurb:

Horse trainer Stone Dempsey’s life is all about the ride—with horses and women. He uses his equine talents to impress the country club set and earn money for Smoky Mountain Reining Horses. When his drug-addicted sister deposits her sick baby on his doorstep, he’s suddenly saddled with real responsibility.

Dr. Emmersyn Cole’s goal of starting a practice in her favorite place on earth is finally coming to fruition and she is not going to be sidetracked. Everything is going great until Stone swaggers into her life, half-dressed with a smile that could melt her insides. She’s determined to keep her distance…until he rushes into her grandfather’s home, clutching a feverish baby, terrified and vulnerable, and her heart’s hard shell begins to crack.

In only a few short weeks, Stone’s wayward heart suddenly relies on two women—one who needs him—and one that he might not be able to live without.

Excerpt:

Delighted whinnies from the occupied stalls greeted her, and she rubbed the nose of each head stuck over a door. At the end of the long corridor, the barn opened to the splendor of northwest Georgia’s piece of the Smokies. The orange glow of the sun had begun its descent behind the pine-covered mountain tops and cast the arena Image result for bay mare in western tack jpg freebeyond the stable into twilight.

Not much illumination was needed to draw her gaze to the man astride a pretty bay mare. With the well-polished grace of a true horseman, Stone guided the horse in a series of pivots and spins that made Emmy delightfully dizzy.

Once finished with the pattern, his voice echoed through the little valley. “You’ll have to stop looking at me like that, sweetheart, or I’m going to forget you’re the boss’ granddaughter.”

Two Hearts, One Stone available digitally

Kindle:  https://amzn.to/2McJvS5

Nook:  http://bit.ly/2MtQkPA

Leslie Scott on the internet:

Website:  http://lesliescottromance.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lesliescottwrites/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/leslieSwrites

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/lesliescottwrites/

Youtube Playlists: http://bit.ly/2O6IDea

Leslie Scott Biography

Leslie spends most days attempting to wrangle the voices in her head and often wishes she could clone herself so that their stories get told faster. She loves words, romance, and characters that feel like family and spends almost all of her free time with her own family; including a boisterous eleven year old that she homeschools and an assorted cast of rescue pets. She lives her own happily ever after with her soul mate and best friend in the northern part of Alabama and hopes you enjoy reading her stories as much as she enjoys writing them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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