Wednesday, October 29, 2014

What genre do you read? Is it seasonal? #reading #Halloween

Seasonal Word of the Day: Chthonian [of or pertaining to the deities, spirits, and other being dwelling under the earth.]

That's a mouthful of consonants for starters.

But at this time of year, I think there's nothing more fun to read than a frightening paranormal. Defeat the Darkness serves that need for many of my readers. The evil antagonist is someone you'll love to despise.

Possessed by evil, ruled by lust, driven by hunger. Can love defeat the ancient demon and turn darkness into light?

While interning at Tulane, Max's new friend Kyle falls in love with his oldest friend, Shelby. When Kyle travels to the jungles of Guatemala to aid the earthquake victims and is bitten by a rogue jaguar, all their lives turn into the stuff of a bad "B" movie. Back in New Orleans, they're determined to fight the dark demon growing within Max and Kyle. But will the price be too high? Only Shelby can defeat their darkness.

Defeat the Darkness: Demons of the Bayou [Hearts of Darkness, Book 1]


New Excerpt:

Kyle’s stomach twisted and his tongue felt thick inside his dry mouth. Over the past three days, Amyra had slowly depleted his blood yet kept him alive, drained and chained, claiming the time of his transmutation drew ever closer.
Tonight. He would be forever changed. A monster like her.
From the actions of the guards, he suspected she planned to finish the job. He hadn’t been able to handle solid food, even though his stomach felt like a hollow gourd. He’d eaten nothing all day, and he hadn’t been offered anything to drink by the guards. When he asked for water, they shook their heads, giving no reason.
Later, one of the female guards whispered some advice. “You will fare better without anything in your stomach. Take as much blood at first as you can manage to build up your strength, because the dark one will withhold it from you later.”
Perhaps they were correct. In any case, he’d find out soon enough. The largest male shifter, the one who never completely resumed his human form, growled when he entered the room. Tonight his facial features were those of the jaguar. He glanced at Kyle, then at his clothes on the bed. “Prepare yourself. Dusk approaches,” he said and turned away.Kyle sensed the guard was jealous, resentful he wasn’t the one who could fulfill Amyra’s needs. Kyle would have been cheering the guy on if it meant being out of her grasp. His final wishes for the shifter and the twisted demon woman would have been good luck and good riddance.
With shaking hands, he managed to dress in the loose black silk pants the female guard had laid out, understanding he would be taken to Amyra soon. He ignored the shirt, too lightheaded to bother with anything more. There was no point going to all the trouble, since if all went as usual, she’d want to feed immediately and have him stripped for easy access.
The very thought of drinking Amyra’s blood turned his stomach, but to his disgust, his mouth salivated. He was afraid in his weakened state there was no way he would survive if she took more of his blood without replenishing it. No food, no water, drained of blood—every cell in his body screamed for nourishment, and the jaguar roared for sexual satisfaction.
The male guard returned shortly to deliver him to Amyra. This time as he entered, Kyle could barely walk on his own as he stumbled across the threshold. The guard held him upright, and then Kyle sniffed. The most delicious scent filled his senses. His stomach growled.
He was surprised at how Amyra held herself back. When she approached him, her fangs extended but she didn’t give the order to have him tied to the bed as she usually did. Amyra tilted her head at the exit, silently ordering the guards out. Once they closed the enormous wooden door behind them, she bit her full lower lip and approached him from the large bed with the enormous carved headboard. Upon looking closer, the carvings were of a sadistic sexual nature.
“Kyle?” Amyra drew his attention back to her—only her. He stared at the deep crimson drop, hunger radiating through him. The dark droplet slid over her plump lip and contrasted against her pallid skin. His gaze traced the path of the rich blood as it slowly dribbled down to her chin.
The scent drew him closer. The delicious smell was her blood. Sniffing the air and moving ever nearer, he ran his tongue across his lips. All his vision narrowed to that spot when another drop oozed to the surface of the tiny wound and spilled over. This time he was close enough to catch it with his tongue. He closed his eyes and savored the flavor. As she bent in and kissed him, every cell in his body begged for more.
All rights reserved - copyright Eliza March 2013

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

#Rafflecopter Hauntings in the Garden - THE HOUSE by Lara Parker

The House

by Lara Parker

Hauntings in the Garden
Unexpectedly, Leslie Harrison inherits a sprawling horse farm in Florida from a distant relative. She packs up her life and relocates to the Sunshine State with no idea what awaits her. Upon her arrival, she meets the farm manager, Preston McClay and, to her chagrin, he isn’t happy to see her. Quickly the cantankerous, but rather good looking, farm manager becomes the least of her worries when things start to go bump in the night. Will the sinister activity in the house chase Leslie away, or will she prevail in the struggle between good and evil?
Rating: sweet
Page Count: 55

“Well, hello there.” I crouched down and petted the cat as it continued to wind around me. “What’s your name?” I asked, knowing I wouldn’t get a response.
“Callie,” said a deep voice behind me.
I jumped up and whirled around.
A tall, lean-muscled man stood behind me. Dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved plaid shirt, he put me in mind of a lumberjack, just not as muscle-bound. His blue eyes sparkled even while his expression didn’t convey friendliness. He studied me as I studied him.
“I’m Leslie Harrison,” I said, breaking the awkward silence and offered my hand.
Hesitantly, he took my hand and gave it a half-hearted shake. “Preston.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said, though I had the distinct feeling Preston didn’t feel the same way.
“You must be the new owner,” he growled.
“Ummm…yes, Aunt Victoria left the estate to me. So here I am. Do you work on the property or…”
“I’m the farm manager. Do you know anything about horses, Mrs. Harrison?”
“Yes, I used to ride at boarding school, and its miss, I’m not married.”
I think he did his best not to roll his eyes but failed. “Great,” he said, the tone of his voice flat.
“What does that mean?” His prickly nature stirred my ire.
“Nothing.” Apparently, he had no use for me.
“I assure you, Preston… I’m sorry, what’s your last name?”
“I assure you, Mr. McClay.” I emphasized his last name. “As the new owner of the estate, I am very interested in a successful farm and hope to find a way for us to work together.”
He raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
“Now, I’ve got a house to put together so what time do you start in the morning?” Spur of the moment, I decided I would shadow Mr. McClay in the mornings and spend the afternoons putting the house together. I knew it would look like I had to prove myself to him, but honestly I needed to prove myself to me. I needed to prove I could handle everything I’d been given. I wouldn’t have someone say I didn’t try or was ungrateful for such a gift.
“About 5:00 a.m.”
“You arrive at 5:00 a.m?”
“I live here,” he said flatly.
“Where?” I looked around.
“There’s an apartment upstairs.” He pointed above our heads. “Victoria wanted someone on premise to manage the farm.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll be right here, in this spot, tomorrow morning at 5:00 a.m. Thank you, Mr. McClay.” I walked away without waiting for a reply.

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Love Her Like the Devil - TWRP Hauntings in the Garden #Rafflecopter

by Stacy Dawn
Hauntings in the Garden from 
Rating: Sensual  
Page Count: 12

A chance meeting in a honky tonk on Halloween finds Luke in the arms of a brown-haired beauty. But if the stories he overhears are true, she may be far more than she seems...and he's more than ready to find out.
Halloween sure brings out the characters, don’t it?
Luke Santana chuckled at the group of college kids clamoring past him to get into the Double Deuce Honky Tonk. Half of them wore ridiculous outfits he couldn’t even begin to understand and the other half traditional fairs of caped crusaders, masked phantoms, zombies and sexy maids. He quite enjoyed the latter.
As he moved to the bar, his gaze caught on one particular blonde in a baby blue corset tight enough to overfill the small cups. The lights behind the bar glistened off Bo Peep’s pale breasts, and he instantly became hard. Luke grinned. This was his rare night away from the family-run business…and he planned to enjoy himself.
He adjusted his Stetson and sidled up to the bar, tossing a leg over the stool next to the buxom beauty. A heady breeze of cheap perfume plumed around him as she turned and graced him with a perfectly wicked smile.

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Dangerous Hauntings by Jo Barrett - Hauntings in the Garden #Rafflecopter

Dangerous Hauntings

Sequel to Jo Barrett's Chaste Kiss...
Debi Cummings and Mick Wise have been at odds since the day they met. The attraction between them is unrelenting, but neither is willing to give in, until Debi's past comes back to haunt her--literally.
(104 pages) Spicy
A sudden chill stole up her spine leaving a prickly feeling across the back of her neck. She glanced over her shoulder into the dark shadows of the garden. Were those eyes?
She fell perfectly still and waited, her breath growing shorter and quicker with each passing second. Then the eyes moved. In two different directions.
She took a long, deep breath, tilting her chin toward the sky. "Fireflies. Great. Now I'm afraid of bugs." All that talk about her past had her skittish. Not to mention it was almost the anniversary of when it happened.
She shivered convulsively. Shaking her head to dispel the horrifying memory, she resumed her hurried pace to her car. As she took the last step off the path, she heard the deep rumble of Mick's laughter. Her heart sputtered in her chest then slipped forlornly back into its normal rhythm.
He wasn't for her. No man was.

Register  - see the details below
a Rafflecopter giveaway

Monday, October 27, 2014

ShriekWeek: a cozy mystery by Anne Knol Hauntings in the Garden #rafflecopter


Hauntings in the Garden
A Cozy Mystery by: Anne Knol
website: Anne Knol 

It’s hard to fit in when you’re suspected of murder. It’s even harder to lay past ghosts to rest.

     Events organiser Maggie Ballater has a new career, a new Island home and a new life and intends to make the most of it. But two things stand in her way. One is the dangerously attractive guitarist who brings back past memories she’d rather forget. The other is the inexplicable murder of the lead actor in her ShriekWeek pageant.
     Bram Jenkins wants to clear his name after being imprisoned for a crime he swears he did not commit. He has no time to be distracted by an opinionated woman he  suspects of working for his enemy.
     Solving the ShriekWeek murder means they both have to face up to the past before they can lay their ghosts to rest and find out whether they have a future.


     She felt rather than saw someone watching her.
Breath caught in her throat, but there was nothing to be frightened of. Bram leant propped on the door jamb, his right ankle crossed slackly over the left.
     “Sorry I’m late finishing.” She hated how teenage she sounded. “Are you waiting to set up class in here?”
     “Just came to see you.” He wandered in, picked up worksheets and laid them down again, stopped at the dominoes and started matching the words to the pictures.
     She had to apologize. She had rehearsed what she was going to say often enough. She cleared her throat, suddenly thick with nerves. “I wanted to say sorry about last night. I didn’t mean—”
     He waved a hand dismissively. “No worries.
Forgotten.” But his eyes when she looked were
shuttered and told a different story.
a Rafflecopter giveaway

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Caper Magic by Veronica Lynch - Hauntings in the Garden #Rafflecopter

Caper Magic

Page Count: 60
Rating: Sweet (G-PG)

Hauntings in the Garden
P.I. Nick Forrester comes to Cape Brendan ostensibly to assist with Caper Madness, a month-long celebration of everything Halloween. In reality he is tracking a woman on the run. Within days he is confronted by Annunciata Doyle, a vivid reminder of a pain-filled past.

After retreating to Cape Brendan in defeat and humiliation, Nunie Doyle's only hope was to make the best of forced retirement. There, in this quaint tourist town on the shores of Lake Ontario, she earned the love and respect of new friends and neighbors—and put her talent for helping women to good use.

With the mutual goal of making Caper Madness the best ever, Nicke and Nunie fight tooth and nail on the personal level, each discovering a new side to the other, sides that make them consider making drastic changes for the rest of their lives.

This attraction: Is it complete madness -- or sheer magic?

Hank opened his mouth, then let out a holler just before a huge toothy grin stretched the corners of his gaunt cheeks. “Top o’ the marnin’ to ye, Missus!” he cackled to someone exiting the front door of the stone cottage next door.
Taking the concrete steps to the sidewalk in two lithe moves, a woman in a slinky dress the color of ripe tomatoes glanced their way and responded in a distinct Irish brogue. “And the ass end of the day to ye, Mistur Pierpont.”
Intrigued by the rich tone of her voice, Nick craned his neck and found one of the witches from yesterday’s parade—minus the droopy velvet hat—passing within steps of Hank’s porch. A bulging garment bag hung over one arm; she looked headed in the direction of the pier at the end of Vincentian Lane. Damned if right then a wind didn’t jump up off the lake and mold the filmy length of scarlet against each curve of her body. Long black hair—and there seemed to be a good ten pounds of it—flowed over her shoulders, caressing her body like a lover as she marched toward Dingle Pier. As his heart bumped into a trip hammer beat, Nick reminded himself to breathe.
“Ferget yer broom, Missus?” Hank called out to her retreating back.
“In the repair shop,” she replied over one shoulder, winging that glorious onyx hair away from lips painted to match her dress. “Gettin’ fitted with a couple of those fancy turbo boosters, it is.”

Don't forget to register below for a chance to win the WRP gift certificate.
a Rafflecopter giveaway