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Blog Hop - Thanks & Claiming the Temptress as an audible book

Wow - I can't believe how many responses I had to the Autumn Blog Hop and it was such fun for myself discovering such wonderful romance authors. My two lucky winners are:

LisaRayne  and Lona - look for my emails today.

Also I wanted to showcase my first ever audible and I'm so excited about this.
Check out my HQN Spice Briefs novella - Claiming The Tempress:

After centuries of slavery to Poseidon, demi-god Rourk has finally won his freedom—and the hand of Poseidon's daughter, Lily. She's a temptress he's long desired to claim, but she's unaware that Rourk is her intended husband. When Lily escapes to Earth to indulge in carnal delights before what she assumes will be a passionless marriage, Rourk is hot on her trail. He may be able to convince her to return home—but in exchange, he must grant her a night of pleasure….

Purchse today at:
http://www.amazon.com/Claiming-the-Te...

My Love/Hate Relationship with Autumn

I'm thrilled to be participating in the Autumn's Harvest Blog Hop taking place Nov. 9 - 12. I'm giving away an e-copy of Kissed, and my latest HQN Spice Briefs novella, Claiming The Temptress to two lucky people. All you have to do to win is leave a comment and two people will be randomly selected.

To see all the authors participating in the amazing blog hop with lots of swag to give away check out: http://carrieannbloghops.blogspot.com



We have THREE grand prizes. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 200 times!

Now what are those prizes?
1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet2nd Grand Prize: A $50 Amazon or B&N Gift Card3rd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains 10+ paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!
As a Canadian I have mixed feeling with Autumn.  Here’s what I love about it:   The beautiful colors like yellow, orange, red and copper that turn the leaves in the forest into a painters palette.·         Bottling jams and pickles – yes I do this and I love how all my bottles line up in my cupboard. This year I only managed to make blueberry and strawberry-rhubarb, along with cranberry sauce and of course my pickled beets. Who doesn’t love beets? Well, none of my children but my husband and I do so I make them every year. I also give my homemade goods as Christmas gifts to friends and family.·         Nano – In November I always rouse myself to tackle this write a book in a month international project. It’s very hard, and often daunting and I will admit I might not always succeed but I always try. Over the past years it’s enabled me to write three new YA books.·         Birds – Autumn truly is for the birds. I make a special recipe (very easy) of bird suet (1 package of lard/1/2 bottle of smooth peanut butter and 1 package of cornmeal  - melt the lard, add peanut butter and cornmeal and the birds will love you). Autumn brings out the woodpeckers (we get both the downy and hairy woodpeckers), the chickadees, and yellow finch in our area of Halifax, Nova Scotia·         Poetry – I wish I could explain it, but I can’t. I always start to write poetry in Autumn. Maybe it has to do with watching Mother Nature reclaim her land so she can gently put a sleeping spell over everything.·         Celebrations – In Canada we had Thanksgiving in October this year, which is a great time to gather with family. Then it’s Halloween and it only feels like a few short weeks later it’s Christmas.

What I don’t like about Autumn:·         Winter – I’m always cold in the winter no matter what I wear and seriously have to force myself to go outside.·         Snow – Shoveling it, driving in it, basically I hate snow.·         Lack of sunlight – Where I live it gets dark by 4pm and I’m a sun worshipper. I have to take vitamin D just to get through the long winter months. Winter is supposed to end in March but usually it takes until the beginning of May to warm up.·         Hockey – Now, don’t get me wrong I’m all for kids playing hockey but if you’re Canadian you’re supposed to love the sport and I don’t. I find it to violent and it’s on almost every channel. This year with the strike it’s been wonderful.TTo celebrate Autumn I'm including an excerpt of my latest Ellora's Cave release called Kissed - it's set in the Highlands of Cape Breton and I used Autumn as my setting.

Fairy Curses: Kissed By Renee Field
Chapter One
Cael pulled his black leather jacket tighter around his chest. Goddamn wind. He was sick of it. Ever since he arrived in Nova Scotiathe wind had kicked his ass. It had even followed him to the Highlands of Cape Breton where the temperature had dropped. His kind had never tolerated the cold well. In a thousand years living on this ragged Earth he’d never grown accustomed to it. It went against his nature and brought back those bitter dark memories of his early life. But so did a lot of things these days. Take traveling to Canadaon an Internet rumor that the Stone of Fal was located in an old cemetery in the Highlands. Highly doubtful.Six hours of traveling on a bus from hell wasn’t helping his mood. The warmth of hell would be welcome and much more comfortable. Shut up! Cael knew it was a bad sign when he started to tell his subconscious to stop talking. Finally able to stretch his long legs, he rolled his shoulders, flexed the muscles in his arms and inhaled the scent of pine trees mixed with the exhaust from the bus. Maybe I’m finally going crazy. He wished he could plead insanity, because he knew without a doubt he had as much chance finding the sacred Stone of Fal as he did a needle in a haystack.The squeaky old ladies’ voices came from behind him. They were talking about him. People always did. Cael knew he radiated bad vibes, and the black clothing he wore helped add to that impression. He resisted the urge to turn around and growl, baring his teeth just for the fun of it. Instead, he stalked off and pushed his way past the bus crowd without a second thought. Moving his legs felt good. He had been so angry the vehicle he’d reserved at the car agency wasn’t available that for one moment he’d thought about buying a first class ticket back to the Cayman Islands, his island paradise, the place he’d called home for the past decade.However, when he had reached for his wallet where he had shoved his confirmation number on a small torn piece of paper, he couldn’t believe it. His wallet was missing. Managing to get one of the stewards on the plane to look for it, he was informed it wasn’t on the airplane. He’d been robbed! Serves me right for trying to drink myself to oblivion, again. He huddled his form against the hearty cool wind. All he had left was the sixty dollars he’d converted into Canadian cash. That was it. No plastic cards, no license, and no friggin’ passport. Of that, he was left with a twenty after paying for a one-way ride to the Cape Breton Highlands on the bus made by Hades himself.If he had his powers none of this would matter to him. Since he didn’t he was left with that edgy, angry feeling that wanted satisfaction—and that wasn’t going to happen, either.He trudged on down the paved road, wanting to put as much space as possible between himself and humanity. Eyeing the darkening sky, he frowned. Dusk was descending fast and he was in for a cold night. Too bad it won’t kill me. His limbs might bloody well freeze and he’d be uncomfortable all night but he’d make it. He’d live. And that was the crux of things. He wanted out. Wanted death, like a warm blanket, or better yet, a glass of dark Jamaican rum. He swallowed. He was parched and hungry. It was times like this when he would recall the luxurious life he had at one time. He shook his head. That life would never be his again.He trudged on. He’d check out the cemetery, hike his way to a place of civilization and then call his banker in the morning to get cash. A night with the elements might do his soul good. He laughed loudly, startling a few ravens eating road kill at the side of the road. I definitely need a drink. Wrong, I need my head examined. An hour later he found a watering hole and slinked into the small tavern. Armed with twenty bucks, he was relieved it was happy hour. Two glasses of cheap copper-yellow rum sat in front of him. Another slowly made its way to his stomach. Since he had foregone food, dining on alcohol would have to do. He enjoyed the sting of heat from the rush of the liquor as it coated the back of his throat. For a moment he let down his guard and closed his eyes to his surroundings—loving the blackness that engulfed his mind.* * * * *Tara McNeil knew she shouldn’t have come to meet her friend, Katie MacLeod. She should have known better. Her friend’s breathy tone of voice on the phone was a dead giveaway that something was up. Instead here she was, being forced by one of Katie’s twelve brothers to make herself at home in MacLeod’s Tavern. All of Katie’s brothers tended to think of her as their baby sister.She took off her warm plaid jacket, carefully draping it over the tall bar stool. A hot chicken pot pie dinner materialized in front of her within seconds followed by a warm apple dessert with a heavy dose of real whipped cream. She eyed the dessert eagerly while her friend’s voice filled the small bar.Besides singing, Katie played the violin while Alec, the oldest brother played the drums; and the set of twins, Keelan and Keegan, jammed away at the guitar and piano. They were actually really good—all of them. Every single one of the MacLeods could play at least one or two musical instruments. And it seemed that tonight, all twelve of Katie’s big Highlander brothers were in attendance. As well as the band members, Angus and Ross were behind the bar, Neil and Scot were acting as bouncers and Alistair was cooking tonight—hence the double dose of whipped cream. Devlin and Brody along with Curran and Fergus were huddled together in a corner booth probably arguing about hockey.Every single one of the MacLeods was a hunk. They were known throughout the Highlandsfor their tall lumberjack physiques and dark looks, which they jokingly claimed came from the druid blood that ran in their veins. Sure, why not. A little fantasy in this small town couldn’t hurt anyone. Taratook in the bar scene in a blink. The small, log cabin style tavern always made her feel comfortable. Her eyes glanced at the paintings that lined the walls, noting the mosaic jeweled gems and shells she and Katie had glued to the dark paneling. They were like fingerprints, each piece representing an aspect of their friendship and adventures in Skir Dhu, Cape Breton. Taracaught Alistair edging her supper toward her, taking the dessert out of reach just to annoy her. “Tease,” she mouthed at him; a genuine smile lit up her face.Every single MacLeod, including Katie’s father, Devon and her mother, MacCallah made eye contact with Tarawhen she walked in the place. It was their way. Had always been and as usual it eased her heart. “And now for a special treat, everyone…give a warm hand for our very own Tara McNeil, who has agreed to sing what we believe to be a very old Gaelic song for us tonight.” Katie winked and dramatically waved at her.What? Taragulped. Surely to God she’s not expecting me to get up there and sing. “That’s your cue, Tara,” said Alistair, from behind the bar.“I…I…I’m not singing, Alistair,” stuttered Tara. She tried hard to ignore Katie’s on-stage pleas, turning her attention to her food.“Ah, come on, it’s just us, Tara. No need to get all tongue-tied and all.” Alistair yanked the food away from her before she could steal a spoonful.Tongue-tied? More like a full-blown stutter coming straight at you. That was part of Tara’s problem. When she got nervous she became a stuttering idiot. “Hey, I was eating that.”“Now stop over thinking. You know you never stutter when you sing, and you get to eat it after you sing us a song. Just a wee song…It’s not going to kill you.” Alistair gave her one of his big, beautiful, friendly smiles. The warmth of his chocolate brown eyes made her feel slightly calm.No, but my voice might kill all of you. Painfully so. Tara simply shook her head.“Come on, Tara-girl. Sing for us. Okay, audience I think our Tara needs some encouragement. Open up your pockets to our girl here and let’s see if we can entice her to the stage.” Katie gave her another exaggerated wink. Tara’s eyes widened as a ball cap appeared from somewhere and people throughout the tavern placed their donations in it. “What’s she doing?”Taraknew practically everyone within the tavern. Besides the MacLeods it was filled mostly with unemployed coal miners, who like her father were living off a tight fixed income. Katie’s mother waved at her from the kitchen door and her father grinned at her. Great, everyone is working against me here.“Okay, Keegan says we’ve got one hundred and twenty-five dollars and change here, Tara-girl. So come on up…you don’t want to disappoint us now, do you?”You are so going to regret this Katie. I will get even. Tara’s heart pounded. The only other time she’d sung in front of an audience had been at a church supper and that was twelve years ago. She hadn’t liked it then and highly doubted she would now. However Katie was right. These were her people. They had donated their hard-earned cash for her. And boy could she use that money. For a moment she wondered if Katie knew just how desperate her living situation had become. With that money she could pay half the oil bill and keep the phone for another month.Swallowing her pride and with a double-dose of trepidation Tara moved toward the stage. It’s no big thing…I can do this. I know everyone, so what could go wrong? Nothing. Tara’s little pep talk with herself motivated her toward the stage. She forced herself to breathe through the nervous, butterfly feeling eating away at her insides as she made her way through the small crowd of people.“Ahh, now, ladies and gentlemen, here she comes. Our own Tara McNeil.” Katie gave an exaggerated cat whistle at her and then made a hasty exit.Taraknew she did that on purpose to avoid coming face to face with her. Chicken!“What are you singing, Tara?” asked Keelan, helping to haul her up onto the stage.Wiping her sweaty hands on her faded jeans, Tara said, “A ballad, an old one my grandmother taught me.” “Okay, we’ll follow your lead when you’re ready.” He turned to the rest of the crew and waited for her to begin.Never. I’ll never be ready for this.Thank God the stage lights were aimed directly at her. It made seeing the audience almost impossible. Almost wasn’t enough though. An anxious knot of dread clenched inside her stomach, making her throat feel parched. Tara swallowed, afraid she’d start to stutter any minute. She didn’t want to see anyone. Chicken that she was, Tara closed her eyes and sang.
Thank God humans discovered how to make alcohol. Cael twirled the third glass of yellow rum around, wishing again it was the dark Jamaican type he had developed a fondness for. Then every single hair on his body stood on end. A warm tingly sensation fired itself from the pit of his stomach straight to his groin. His breath hitched with anticipation, and desire coiled hot and heavy, singeing his body taut with ferocious passion.Blast it, someone is singing a Tuatha Dé Danann ballad. He swallowed fast, downing the rum in one gulp. The alcohol burned hard as it went down his throat. He shifted forward on the small, hard wooden seat trying to see who it was.The angle he sat at made it difficult for him to see the woman but the voice…her words, beckoned him forward. Her words were a throaty-dark rumbling promise of the same wicked carnal delights that had made up his existence at one time. Visions of limbs locked in passion, of tongues dueling, of a lover crying out in pleasure caused his cock to become painfully aroused as he absorbed the song. He forced his mind to pay attention and not delve into old memories, best forgotten.
Come to me, lover mine.Feed my heart, lover mineSeek my heat, lover mineAnd together we’ll fly, lover mine.
He edged closer. He had to see her. Had to seek the source of the voice who spoke the Tuatha Dé Danann language with such eloquence that a fierce longing for his own kind, a desire he had thought long dead, broke through the effects of the three glasses of rum he’d consumed on an empty stomach.His first impression of the woman was that she was small. Almost child-like in her appearance, but she stood regally proud on stage. He noticed her hands were fisted and her eyes were squeezed shut. She was uncomfortable being the center of attention. She turned and with the stage lighting he saw curly, long chestnut hair with streaks of red and yellow, reminding him of the lush colors from the S’alabah, the passion tree that grew in Tir Nan Og, his homeland. The place he’d been exiled from for eternity. She wore faded blue jeans and a bright red sweater. He could make out the outline of small breasts as she took a much-needed breath at the end of the song. And she was half Tuatha Dé Danann. Half-fucking fey!Damn! Of that he was sure. But she didn’t look one bit like a Tuatha Dé Danann. She wasn’t tall like the women of his race, pale or white haired. She was small and earthy in appearance. She was an exotic mix of innocence and mystery that fired his imagination and his cock to rigid attention.Cursed to live his life as a mere mortal—to experience hunger, thirst, lust, and sorrow for eternity—he could still recognize his kind. But he’d never seen a hybrid, a half-human, half-Tuatha Dé Danann. They simply didn’t exist. Oh, sure they existed in folklore but he knew better. His kind didn’t like humans. They viewed them as pets or insects, either one depending on Queen Mir’s mood.Belonging to a Tuatha Dé Danann Royal House, Cael had been chosen personally by Queen Mir to be her champion. For half a millennium he served her well, until he’d been cast out a thousand years ago. Why? Because I bloody well stuck my nose where it didn’t belong. That’s what he liked to think but the reality was had he not interfered, the evolution of humankind would have taken on an entirely different path. One he thought they didn’t deserve. So he had done the unthinkable. Well, that’s not true either. He was sure others had thought it but their brains had obviously been more awake and in-tune to Queen Mir’s rage for the ancient Druid race. Often in the past Cael wished his brain could have shut down at that crucial moment when Mir made him choose between his race and the cursed humans. It hadn’t then and wasn’t about to now. Daring to interfere had cost him greatly. But did he regret his actions? No.Did he wish for an alternative punishment? Hell yes! Did he seek revenge? You bet. That, however, did not explain the tempting apparition in front of him. Her aura was so bright that now without the stage lights glaring on her, he was amazed he hadn’t seen her enter the home-styled bar. Then again my bloody eyes were shut! Pathetic warrior that I am.Plus he’d been too intent on drowning his miserable human-like existence in alcohol. Anything to dull the ache of loneliness that filled his mind. If he had a soul he’d say that was filled with loneliness too, but he didn’t have one.No soul. None whatsoever. No Tuatha Dé Danann, born of a race from the beginning of time, had one. No Druid either. Only the blasted humans—Eve’s daughters and sons were blessed with the gift of regeneration. It was a cruel twist to immortality that he often wished for a soul.“Sit down, Mister.” Cael ignored the gruff, baritone voice that belonged to the imposing man who now stood in front of him—obscuring his view of the tiny woman. He shouldered the man out of the way so he could stand directly in front of the stage. His sight was fixed solely on the woman, whose aura hummed at him, lush with sensual passion and a promise of carnal delights that quickened his blood.“Who taught you the tongue of the Tuatha Dé Danann?” Cael spoke using the high royal intonation she had used in her song. This was a riddle he wanted sorted out, now, not later.“What?” she answered in English.Amber eyes glanced his way. They scorched him. That one quick calculating perusal reminded Cael so much of the sexy, come-hither look his queen had at one time cast his way that it took effort not to growl and spring to the stage to demand an answer.“You either sit or we’ll make you leave.” The man once again attempted to block Cael’s view of the intoxicating woman who was trying her best to hastily exit the stage. Like before he didn’t bother responding. The threat of harm held little value to Cael. In fact the dark part of him welcomed a fight. Two burly figures abruptly blocked his path as he moved to the right of the stage. “She ain’t for the likes of you, Mister.” The dark-haired man now stood directly in front of him. Cael punched the man in the face. Yes, every time he did that it hurt like hell. He shrugged it off, eyeing the second man. In a blink he was surrounded by a dozen dark-haired men. A vibe of intense power swamped him. It had the feel of druid to it but that was impossible.No more so than finding a wee feyling that speaks my language. He slipped his leather jacket off, letting them get a good look at his arms. If they are Druid then they will know what they see. They will know what I am. Better yet, what I am capable of.Cael’s eyes dared them to come at him, while he tried to pinpoint exactly where the woman had gone.He sensed the silent communication amongst the group as their power whispered to the dark recesses of his brain. He crouched, ready for action. The punch to his back hit him hard. He lurched, almost falling to his knees. Now, that won’t do at all. Thanks for playing fair.Two tried tackling him from behind but it didn’t matter. He was bred and trained as a warrior for his queen. He was Tuatha Dé Danann to the core, even if he no longer wielded the power inherent to his race. He certainly hadn’t forgotten how to fight. Cael laughed loudly, the eerie booming sound ringing in the small tavern as two men tried to grab his arms. He kicked and punched his way out of it, shaking them off with practiced ease.“Halt!” bellowed a voice, causing all twelve men to instantaneously cease their attack. All the men were panting, giving Cael time to get his bearings and look around. The word had been spoken in his language, but it lacked the proper accent.Willwonders never cease! I end up in this backwater hole and run into wanna-be fairies. And if another bloody person speaks my tongue I’m going to rip it out of them.  Cael wiped his nose. It was bleeding and he was winded. Still he flexed his fingers and stood tall. He took the time to eye every single man that surrounded him—letting each, in turn, feel his dark rage. He practically hummed for them to come at him again. More than a couple of the men would sport black eyes in a few hours. He wished he felt something for his actions but he didn’t.“Move aside Alec.” An old man pushed his way through the feisty crew.Cael eyed the man’s approach, sensing the deep druid power that vibrated around him. He judged him to be in his late sixties, and power clung to him, effortlessly. Cael cleared his throat. “Who are you?”“Name’s Devon. You’re not welcome here.”“The woman, where did she go?” Cael scanned the crowd. I lost her. I bloody well lost her. He gritted his teeth in frustration and wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans.“She’s not for the likes of you.” The Druid grasped Cael’s forearms hard in a traditional warrior embrace. The intimate action stilled Cael’s thoughts. It had been such a long time that for one moment he almost let the Druid’s inner eye scan his thoughts. Quickly Cael blocked the probe that was testing his strength. That wouldn’t do at all. He was surprised to feel such a strong current of power flow from the Druid. Well, well, well, a pure-blooded Druid, of the Lunar warrior clan, hiding in the backwoods of Cape Breton.  Willwonders never cease?The knowledge that he was dealing with a Druid stirred a restless part of him that recalled a time best forgotten. In that time he and a Druid Priest, who he once called friend, used to test each other’s powers. That time was so long ago that for Cael it almost seemed like it had never been.  Not breaking contact with the stranger, he snarled, “I want the woman.” “I be knowing what you are and we will protect her from the likes of you.” The Druid glared at him, while the surge of power singed Cael’s forearms.“We will all protect her,” said one of the Highlanders, who had initially moved aside for the older man.“It’s not like I’m going to harm her. I just wanted…” I am not going to explain myself. It’s none of their business.“We be knowing what you want even if you don’t. The answer is still no. Now, get out before I let me boys beat you to a pulp,” snapped the old man.Cael knew the old man said that more for show because there was no way in this lifetime the other Highlander Druids could actually do serious damage to him. While he might get broken ribs and all, his skill was too advanced for them. Not that it mattered, anyway. Bloody hell, nothing like having burnt and blistering skin to top my day off. Cael didn’t flinch as more heat radiated from the old man straight to every nerve ending on his arms. Moving would be a dead giveaway that he felt anything at all. As strange as it was he knew this was a test. “Pop, get out of the way so I can finish what he started,” snarled a dark-haired Highlander, whose lip was cut open. He was the Highlander Cael’s fist had made first contact with. A feral smile lit up Cael’s eyes, daring him on. Cael sensed the darkness resting deep within this one Highlander and took the time to appraise him.“Cut it out, Alec. He’s leaving.” The old man finally let go of Cael’s arms, so he could step in front of Alec, blocking the dark vibe that radiated out from the younger Highlander. Cael didn’t bother glancing down. He knew there were burn marks on his skin. To hell with it. She’s not worth it.He turned, picked up his leather jacket that had been trampled during the brief fight, and marched out of the tavern. Most of the patrons had already left when the first punch had been thrown. He pushed his still-burning arms into his jacket, noting the night was as dark as his mood. The moon was obscured by heavy cloud cover, the temperature was even colder than before and Cael swore he saw his breath as he trudged uphill. Fuck the road. At least he knew where he was going—straight up. Finally something simple for a change. It had taken one inquiry to discern the location of the Highlandcemetery. Had he known he was that close after getting off the godforsaken bus, he’d have hiked there and back. But then I would have missed out on that wee bit of adventure and that voice. A fleeting smile creased Cael’s face. Just thinking about that throaty-sexy voice made him hard. Yeah, a few scrapes were worth it. Too bad I’ll never see her again. Then again, why bother with her? By tomorrow I’ll have proven to myself that the blasted rumor is nothing. I’ll have hitchhiked back to civilization, have my banker wire me money and then get my ass back home where the sun shines!However, none of that made him feel any better. In fact, all he kept thinking about was the sultry voice that set his cock on fire. He had forgotten how much he enjoyed the slow, pounding rhythm of the song. And Cael knew that song, well. Too well, in fact, recalling the last night he’d spent coupling with Queen Mir and her consorts. Yeah, better not to think of the past or that night. If I keep thinking about that, my cock might bloody well freeze straight up. He winced at his own humor. But hell, after a thousand years living this life it was a miracle he was still sane. Not one hundred per cent, but nobody’s  perfect.Purchase links: Ellora's Cave - http://www.jasminejade.com/p-10066-kissed.aspxAmazon Kindle link: http://amzn.com/B0082B3CSQKobo link: http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Kissed/book-LsbHJsWW1EeodGR3fjNf5Q/page1.html?s=wTLiYVBaIEedLN_JiRCbFg&r=7iBookstore: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/kissed/id546581034?mt=11Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/kissed-renee-field/1110804750?ean=9781419939075

Erotic Halloween Paranormal read - Witch Me Good by Renee Field

I'm so excited. A few months ago a good writing friend of mine, Lily Cain, suggested we work on an erotic Halloween series and what came out of it are two great stories. Today, I'm showcasing my own story, Witch Me Good and next week I'll be highlight Lily's story, Working on Wicked.

Witch Me GoodByRenee Field


Bella Pickman was a naughty witch and no one knew it more than she. She thoroughly enjoyed playing pranks but her latest mischievous sends her into hot cauldron trouble. Sent back to her home town of Salem, the joke is on her.

And the timing couldn’t be worse. Halloween makes Bella’s skin crawl, but the minute she meets Southern charmer Chase, Bella vows to use her naughty ways for a night of carnal of pleasure.

Chase Castille doesn’t believe in witches or anything supernatural. Having grown up in the deep South he knows all there is about voodoo love charms and magic but the scientist he is trust just the cold hard facts. Nothing, however, can explain his instant attraction to the bewitching woman he saves from the wild Halloween street party which had gotten out of hand with the dozen cats chasing her like some crazy homemade movie.

When Bella whisks them away back to his bedroom, he’s willing to take a leap of faith and believe in magic if it will give him a night in her arms.

Chapter One

“This is for your own good.”

That was the last thing Bella heard in her head from her meddling Aunt Cat, and while a part of her laughed at those ominous words another part screamed, “Oh no!”

Bella Pickman wanted to retort with a sarcastic remark but before she could she felt the sizzle of her aunt’s magic zap through her like a dozen demon-infested cats—fast, furious and mind-numbingly scary. When Bella opened her eyes again she had to blink a few times, first to clear her fuzzy head from the overload her senses had just experienced and secondly, she had to absorb where the heck she’d been thrown to. A place that made her skin crawl while a dozen unwanted memories boiled through her.

Bella had been transported back to her home town of Salem, Massachusetts. Would figure!Holy cats, thought Bella as the sounds of some wild street party jarred her senses. Without a doubt she knew exactly what was going on. It was All Hallows’ Eve which meant Salem was partying like never before. Well, before last year, that was. The annual street party traditionally encompassed five blocks, all of which were filled with mostly drunk tourists looking for a good time. A slight smile began to form on her cherry painted lips. She might have been thrown back to Salem as punishment for once again dropping in unannounced but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy some fun while here. With a zap, Bella quickly changed outfits. She smoothed down her now snug black dress and knew without a mirror she looked damned sexy in the form fitting outfit she’d conjured which of course also came with a black Halloween witch’s hat. Her sister Sarah would have a hoot if she saw her now. She made a mental note to call her sister first thing in the morning so she could at least reconnect while in town. By tomorrow Bella thought her Aunt Cat would have cooled down enough to allow Bella’s magic to zap her out of Salem. If not, Bella would simply ask her younger sister for a travel spell. Bella seriously hoped her sister’s spells had improved because a decade ago she couldn’t even conjure up a good date on her own.

Bella wasn’t dressed entirely in black. She had a red thong and matching push-up bra on because the color represented fun to Bella. As she sashayed down the cobbled sidewalk she loved knowing she wore the skimpy red lingerie. It made her feel straight up sexy. She’d also conjured up red four-inch heels. They made a slight click on the old-fashioned sidewalk.

Suddenly, before Bella could react, a dozen crazed cats headed headlong into the street. Four cars crashed into each other at the three-way stop sign. A fifth car flew straight into an orange fire hydrant, sending a torrent of water squirting out, which just added fuel to the panicked felines. And when another car came speeding at her Bella froze, feeling much like the cats wishing for a way out but not able to move.

Chase Castille hated parties. Street parties he detested even more. He should have left the office hours ago but lab work never bored him. As he made his way through the throng of people, most of whom had consumed more alcohol than he did in a year, he felt nothing but annoyance. Why the heck were they celebrating like kids when they were adults? It had been bad enough growing up being classified as a geek in New Orleans with its voodoo magic and snake charmers but Salem on Halloween seemed slightly tired and old. Or maybe that’s just how I feel?

All work and no play would shame his Mama. She was mighty proud of his accomplishments as a renowned gene sequencing scientist but that didn’t mean she wasn’t like any other southern mama wondering if he had a girlfriend and when he’d get married. Since he didn’t have a girlfriend that negated marriage. Just once Chase wished for the comfort of a warm, willing woman in his bed and that thought made him realize the last time he’d gotten laid had been well over a year ago, when he’d dropped back home for a quick visit.Jostling through the crowd, a loud crash drew his attention. Turning the corner quickly he heard the yowling of cats and couldn’t believe his eyes. There, standing like a deer frozen by the headlights, had to be the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Thick, long, black wavy hair fell to the middle of her back and she had to be wearing some type of lycra dress because it hugged all her marvelous curves. On her head was the most outrageous costume witch hat he’d ever seen. The hat was so wide she had to grasp it just to keep it from falling off. She was tall at about five foot nine, slender with long, athletic looking legs the color of honey and she looked terrified.

Chase didn’t think. For once in his life he relied on his athletic instincts, which had served him well enough in the past to secure a football scholarship to attend university. With seconds to spare he dashed into the street and grabbed her, the car’s mirror hooking her right arm in the process, throwing them both to the street. Taking the brunt of the fall, Chase hit the uneven cobbled stones hard, banging his head in the process. He held onto the woman, ensuring she was safe. His mama would have been mighty proud of him for his Southern gentlemanly instincts as they kicked in to save a damsel in distress. Knowing his breathing was slightly ragged he asked, “Are you okay?”

Two mesmerizing exotic cat shaped eyes the color of sparkling green gemstones blinked at him. She smiled and squirmed a bit in his hold. He felt all those lush curves of hers to the marrow of his bones, forcing him to gulp and attempt to dampen down the arousal flaring to light. Over a year without a woman certainly had taken its toll, thought Chase. His hands flared wide, cupping her ass in a very intimate hold, which at any other time in Chase’s life would be highly improper. Since, however, he’d saved her, he let his hands stay exactly where they were.

“Thank you,” she said.

“No problem,” said Chase, not moving a muscle, or at least attempting and praying the woman wouldn’t notice one muscle in particular springing to life beneath the tight confines of his jeans..

“You, sir, just saved me.”

She made no attempt to move off him and Chase quite liked how she looked at him, with a mix of awe and a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.

“I did, didn’t I?” Stupid. That was a stupid thing to say.

“Yes and for that we’re getting out of this crazy street party as you are getting a reward.”

“Oh,” said Chase, a second before everything went dark. For a second Chase thought he must have hit his head harder than he’d originally thought. When his vision finally cleared, he realized he was no longer on the street but in his own bed. For once in Chase’s life he couldn’t think up a rational explanation. The woman, however, was still thankfully encased in his arms.

When the woman leaned in closer, causing her lush breasts to press even more into his chest and so that her cherry red lips were a tantalizing breath away from his own, his heart lurched and his cock bucked against the zipper of his jeans.

“Your reward for saving me is me. It’s Halloween and while I try my best to ignore this traditional night, tonight is your lucky night. I, sir,—”

“Chase. My name’s Chase Castille.”

“Ah, a Southern gentleman. Well, well, well…my night just got better. Chase Castille I’m Bella Pickman, your witch for the night.”

He liked the way she smiled like she knew a secret he didn’t. The way she smelled, like the scent of hot burning vanilla candles and the way she felt all woman in his arms, made Chase question his sanity. Without a doubt women did not fall into his arms. And, while he might have saved Bella that didn’t explain how he’d gotten from the street to his apartment.

She captured his chin with one dainty hand. His thoughts scattered as she hooked that bejeweled gaze onto him.

“Don’t think of the whys or hows. What’s wrong with a night of pleasure? I promise it will be a night we’ll both enjoy. And with how you feel all hot and hard beneath me, don’t you dare tell me you don’t want me. All I need is for you to believe in the possibility of magic.”

Chase coughed to cover the laugh that attempted to spring free. The last thing Chase believed in was magic, but only a dead man said no to a sexy willing woman nestled tight in his arms. And with how hard his cock felt, Chase was far from a corpse.
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Alexa Grace showcases Deadly Relations plus Giveaway

Hi everyone: Today Alexa Grace is on my blog and she's talking about her new Deadly Trilogy book called Deadly Relations plus she's giving away two copies of the Deadly Relations ebook and two mousepads with the Deadly Relations book cover. How? Simply leave a comment and two people will be randomly selected.

Please tell us about your newest book.Deadly Relations, the third book of the Deadly Trilogy, was published on September 21.  Here is a brief description of the plot.In Deadly Relations, a serial killer of young women hides in plain sight in a quiet county in the Midwest.  Concealed behind a friendly and trustworthy face, no one knows he has a rage to kill he can't control — until it's too late.
Detective Jennifer Brennan, still haunted by her abduction five years before, devotes her life to serve and protect others.  So when three young women go missing and are found murdered on her watch, she vows to find the killer — or die trying.
A personal relationship with her partner, Detective Blake Stone, would be career suicide. But the connection Jennifer has with him is nothing short of electric.  Working with Blake daily and denying her attraction is hard.  But when he moves in to protect her, resisting him becomes pure torture.
As they fight temptation, two detectives race against time to find the killer before he strikes again.  It is the most important case of their careers.  It could be their last.
Amazon U.S.  http://amzn.com/B009EJ1BDSAmazon U.K.  http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B009EJ1BDSSmashwords   https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/237887
What can we expect from you in the future?My next book Profile of Evil will be published in the spring of 2013.  It is the first book of the Profile Trilogy. Here is a brief description of the plot.Carly Stone is a brilliant FBI agent who's seen more than her share of evil.  Leaving the agency, she becomes a consultant for Indiana County Sheriff Brody Chase.  He needs her help to catch a savage killer who is luring teenaged girls to their death in the handsome sheriff's community.The two are determined to stop a dangerous predator before he takes another life — at any cost.
How can we find out more about you and your books?My books are sold on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iBooks, Smashwords, Kobo, Sony, Diesel and more. Website: http://www.alexa-grace.net/Twitter: http://twitter.com/AlexaGrace2Facebook Author Page:  https://www.facebook.com/AuthorAlexaGrace
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Author BlurbAlexa's journey started in March 2011 when the Sr. Director of Training & Development position she'd held for thirteen years was eliminated. A door closed but another one opened. She finally had the time to pursue her dream of writing books -- her dream since childhood. Her focus is now on writing riveting romantic suspense novels.

Alexa earned two degrees from Indiana State University and currently lives in Florida. She's a member of Romance Writers of America (national) as well as the Florida Chapter.

Her books Deadly Offerings and Deadly Deception have consistently been listed on Amazon's Top 100 Bestselling Romantic Suspense Books. She was recently named one of the top 100 Indie authors by Kindle Review.  A chapter is devoted to her in the book Interviews with Indie Authors by C. Ridgway and T. Ridgway.

Her writing support team includes five Miniature Schnauzers, three of which are rescues. As a writer, she is fueled by Starbucks lattes, chocolate and emails from readers.

Her book Deadly Offerings is the first of her Deadly Trilogy. The second book of the trilogy, Deadly Deception, is available now as is Deadly Relations, the final book of the Deadly Trilogy.

Profile of Evil, the first book of the Profile Trilogy will be available in spring 2013.

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Meet Erotic Etopia Author Milly Taiden - she's showcasing Werewolves!

Welcome erotic and the sensual reader: Today I have the pleasure of introducing Milly Taiden, an author who writes for Etopia Press. Join me as we learn a bit more about Milly and what makes her tick. Milly is giving away an e-copy of her book Sharp Change, & 2 tote bags w/the book cover on it - talk about fabulous.  To win - it's easy. Leave a comment and one lucky person will be randomly picked. 
Milly Taiden, author of Sharp Change.Milly Taiden was born in the prettiest part of the Caribbean known as the Dominican Republic. She grew up between New York, Florida and Massachusetts. Currently, she resides in New York City with her husband, bossy young son and their little dog Speedy.
She began writing when she learned to put words together and her first book consisted of two homeless dogs living in a park for her second grade English class. She didn’t win a prize, but she acquired a love for writing that never went away.
When she’s not working full-time, texting with her best friend Heidi in England, chastising her son for pulling the dog’s ears, shopping with her sister Jewel or watching scary movies with her husband, she can be found writing on her laptop. She’s addicted to shoes, chocolate, Dunkin Donuts coffee and all Jimmy Thomas covers. 
A major reader when she can get her hands on a good book, she loves reading all Mina Carter, Cynthia Eden, Cynthia Sax, Dianne Duvall and Laurann Dohner among others.

Q. When did you start to write? Or like to write?A. Always! I’ve loved writing since I learned to put words together and create a fantasy on paper. For some reason fantasy always felt more like home than the real world.
Q. Tell me about this book.A. Sharp Change is the story of a scientist that’s too smart for her own good and one sexy Alpha that’s dying to get her in his paws. Sophia is shy so she stays away from Chase, but when she suffers an accident, the attraction she feels for him can’t be hidden any longer. My alpha Chase loves the change but he’ll have a lot to take on when danger comes sniffing their way.
Q. Is this a single or a series?A. Sharp Change is book one of The Black Meadows Pack series.
Q. What made you write about werewolves?A. I’ve always been a paranormal fan. I love Aliens (Best movie EVER!) and I like all things scary and different. I love wolves. When I think of werewolves I think they’re sexy. LOL. So while this is my first published book, this isn’t my first paranormal story. I love writing and I love wolves. Good match.
Q. What makes these wolves so special?A. I love love love The Black Meadows Pack. You get to meet most of them in this book. The reason I love them is because they are such a fun group. In book two of this series you get to see more of the secondary characters.
Q. So are you already on book 2?A. Yes! It’s written and sent in. It’s called Caged Heat and is about one of the enforcers we met in Sharp Change.
Q. What’s coming next from you?A. From Milly Taiden Fate’s Wish is my next release, along with a quickie in the Etopia Halloween Anthology.  From April Angel (my Contemporary Erotic Romance) is Mr. Buff. That one releases next month. It’s awesome!
Enjoy an excerpt of Milly's Sharp Change:
Only the hottest sex can cool a wolf in heat...
After her sister is bitten by a werewolf, geneticist Sophia Reece begins researching shape-shifters and isolates a gene she calls Furry Beast—FB for short. But in her excitement over her discovery—dancing in the lab is never a good idea—she has a teeny little accident with the samples, one canine, one feline, and winds up landing on the syringes, pointy side up.
Werewolf Chase is head over heels in lust with Sophia. He can’t stop thinking about the human’s sexy body or how badly he wants to get her naked. But she acts as if he has fleas. So why, all of a sudden, does she stare at him like a wolf in heat? And what smells like cat?
When she experiences her first mating heat, Sophia isn’t prepared for the new feelings she’s experiencing, and her secret desire for Chase refuses to remain under wraps. For Chase, this is his wildest fantasy come true—to finally get his hands on the curvy, caramel-skinned Latina. But when some serious predators come sniffing around her research, Sophia will have to find out what she’s really made of, and Chase will have to decide if he’s man—or wolf—enough to make things permanent…
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8 Award-Winning Books all for 99 cents

Readers! Eight award winners in the 2012 eFestival of Words "Best of the Independent eBook Awards" have grouped together to offer you an amazing opportunity. They've reduced the prices of their award-winning novels to 99 cents for August 27 and 28th!
Whether you like to read mysteries, romance, horror, young adult, women's fiction, or fantasy, this group has it. Are you a writer yourself? Do you want to learn all about digitally publishing your next masterpiece? They've got you covered there too.
Get all eight award-winning ebooks for the price of one single paperback!

Award Winners
Best Mystery/Suspense: Dead is the New Black by Christine DeMaio-RiceBest Non-Fiction: DIY/Self-Help: Let's Get Digital by David GaughranBest Horror: 61 A.D. by David McAfeeBest Romance: Deadly Obsession by Kristine CayneBest Young Adult: The Book of Lost Souls by Michelle MutoBest Fantasy/Urban Fantasy and Best Novel: The Black God's War by Moses Siregar IIIBest Chick Lit/Women's Lit: Carpe Bead'em by Tonya KappesAward for Best Twist ("I've Been Shyamalaned"): The Survival of Thomas Ford by John A.A. Logan
Here's a one-stop shopping link for your convenience:  http://amzn.to/MO7qBY
Book Blurbs:Dead is the New Black by Christine DeMaio-Rice Laura Carnegie gave up on the man of her dreams a long time ago. He's fashion designer Jeremy St. James, and not only is he her boss, everyone knows he's gay.
When the woman who holds the company purse strings is found dead in the office, and Jeremy's arrested for the murder, everything changes. If Laura can just solve this crime, keep the cops off her tail, break up a counterfeiting ring, and get the show on the runway by Friday, she might stop being Seventh Avenue's perpetual loser.
If you love Project Runway, or enjoyed The Devil Wears Prada, try Dead Is the New Black.
Let's Get Digital by David GaughranThis guide contains over 60,000 words of essays, articles, and how-to guides, as well as contributions from 33 bestselling indie authors including J Carson Black, Bob Mayer, Victorine Lieske, Mark Edwards, and many more.
It covers everything from how the disruptive power of the internet has changed the publishing business forever to the opportunities this has created for writers. It gives you practical advice on editing, cover design, formatting, and pricing. And it reveals marketing tips from blogging and social networking right through to competitions, discounts, reviews, and giveaways.
If you are considering self-publishing, if you need to breathe life into your flagging sales, or if you want to understand why it's a great time to be a writer, Let's Get Digital: How To Self-Publish, And Why You Should will explain it all.
61 A.D. by David McAfee 61 A.D. For ten years, Taras has lived in the young city of Londinium, feeding off the city’s underbelly. But now Theron, his old enemy, has come looking for revenge, and Taras’ nights of living in relative peace are about to end.
Yet not even Theron can slip into town unnoticed, and the Council of Thirteen sends Ramah to deal with the two renegades once and for all. But unknown to the Council, a much older enemy is also in Londinium, and this time even the great Ramah might not be safe.
Set against the backdrop of the Iceni uprising in Roman-era Britannia, 61 A.D. continues the story of Taras, Theron, and Ramah, as they fight their way through history.

Deadly Obsession by Kristine Cayne Nic Lamoureux's perfect movie star life is shattered by a stalker who threatens any woman close to him. When he meets photographer Lauren James, the attraction is instant--and mutual. She's exactly the sort of woman he craves, but the stalker makes deadly clear Lauren is the competition. And the competition must be eliminated.
"Stock up on ice cubes because this is definitely one sizzling debut. Readers will be hooked from the first sentence- on the book and on Nic! As rich as a white chocolate cheesecake, Cayne's entrance into the suspense genre is invigorating, explosive and simply intoxicating." ~ RT Book Reviews Top Pick
The Book of Lost Souls by Michelle Muto When teen witch Ivy MacTavish changes a lizard into her date for a Halloween dance, everything turns to chaos. And when no one is powerful enough to transform him back except Ivy, it sparks the rumor: Like father, like daughter. Worse, someone has used an evil spell book to bring back two of history's most nefarious killers.
Ivy's got a simple plan to set things right: find the real dark spell caster, steal the book, and reverse the spell. No problem! But first, she’ll have to deal with something more dangerous than murderous spirits: the school’s hotter-than-brimstone demon bad boy, Nick Marcelli. Demons are about as hard to handle as black magic, and Ivy soon discovers it’s going to take more than a lot of luck and a little charm if she wants to clear her status as a dark witch, get a warm-blooded boyfriend, and have her former date back to eating meal worms before the week’s end.
The Black God's War by Moses Siregar III Against the backdrop of epic warfare and the powers of ten mysterious gods, Lucia struggles to understand The Black One.
Her father-king wants war.Her messianic brother wants peace.The black god wants his due.She suffers all the consequences.
"Moses is a fine writer deserving of success, and I think that it will follow ... I really enjoyed Moses's work." - David Farland, NYT Bestselling Author of The Runelords.
Carpe Bead'em by Tonya Kappes Hallie Mediate was raised by her (slightly) crazy Great Aunt Grace on the wrong side of the tracks in Cincinnati. Hallie escapes her hometown and never looks back.
That is, until she’s transferred back to the hometown. Not wanting her past to cross paths with her future, Hallie puts her life on hold.
Aunt Grace is still up to her old tricks, but Hallie finds some sanity at a local jewelry-making class where she uncovers a hidden talent for beading.
Will she keep searching for the happiness she may already have found?
The Survival of Thomas Ford by John A.A. Logan Thomas Ford is the only survivor of the car crash which killed his wife. He is also the only witness who would be willing to identify the young, reckless driver who caused the crash. But the driver would sooner see Thomas Ford dead than ever let that happen. 

Happy Reading!

Cover Reveal - Claiming A Siren's Heart

Today I'm showcasing my 3rd paranormal novella - Claiming A Siren's Heart. I'm having such fun writing this series I think more characters are calling out for their own story. This novella will be released on Amazon for September but today I'm showing off my gorgeous cover.
Claiming A Siren's HeartBook Blurb:
Tasked with guarding the sea god Poseidon’s vault, Fiona, intense and sexy warrior siren of the deep, was not about to let it be known someone had stolen treasure under her watch. But when she travelled to the human realm to reclaim what belongs to her god the last thing she expected to find was searing passion in the arms of a man.
Trace wears guilt like a second skin. Ever since his fellow Navy Seal buddy died he’s been pushing his limits in the sea. Finding a cave filled with ancient artifacts was great but having a sexy temptress storm into his life is a wet dream come true. One he’s not about to let free from his bed anytime soon, especially since his idea of a punishment means fun for all.
The sea laws are harsh and in the end Fiona’s one night of hot, sweaty sex with a human could be too much for them both.   

Tina Donahue talks about more than menage

Today I'm happy to report my blog has been taken over by the very talented erotic writer Tina Donahue. This is one blog I thoroughly enjoyed reading and I know you will also.
MORE THAN MÉNAGE
After reading the blog’s title, I know what some of you are thinking at this point. More than ménage must mean three guys, maybe four, five, six – dare we say up to twelve hunks – with one woman!!
Easy now, sit back, take a deep breath because that’s not what I’m getting at.
What I’m referring to is what makes a group activity, ménage or a simple one-on-one irresistible and trust me – it ain’t the sex.  It’s the emotional connection of the characters who are involved with each other.
Although I write erotic romance, which is simply romance with more explicit bedroom scenes, I wholeheartedly believe that it’s the sexual tension and emotional build that makes readers turn the pages. From the moment I began writing steamy stories, my brand has been “Heat with Heart”. It’s served me well, and from the comments of reviewers and my fans, they like a sexy story with depth.
Take my award-winning erotic contemporary Sensual Stranger. Yeah, there are scenes so hot you’ll need a cold drink and a fan to get through them. However, it’s the spark between Toni and Zach that makes the journey worthwhile. He’d lost his wife in a tragic accident the year before. Since she was fifteen, Toni’s been on her own without a family to care. They’re two damaged souls, two very lonely people who are lucky enough to get a second chance at love. Those are the parts I enjoyed writing the most…the quiet moments between them where they began to realize they were meant for each other. Sensual Stranger was named Book of the Year by Blue Moon Reviews. It received four stars from Romantic Times. I don’t believe the sex was the reason for the raves, as sizzling as those scenes were. It was because of the romance, the friendship, the love.
In each of my romances, I’ve done the same and succeeded – again, according to fans and reviewers. However, when I first tried my hand at ménage, I hit a wall. I wondered how one woman could love two men equally. The notion went against everything I’d thought up to that time. Even so, with my first ménage, SiNN, the secondary hero, Toby, wouldn’t stay away from Lea (my heroine) no matter how much I tried to make him do so. I decided to step back and allow him to have his way. I’m glad I did. The story worked better as a ménage than as I’d originally plotted it.
My second ménage, Sinfully Wicked, was released this March. Again, the story begged for two heroes, Mitch and Connor, who’ve loved Nikki from the time they’d met in high school. Because of a past betrayal, their road to romance and love is rocky as the romance opens, but it’s never dull. These people belong together; they’re in each others’ blood. And I made certain the sexual sparks fly early and frequently, while also building upon the friendship they all experienced so many years before.
My continuing version of Heat with Heart. J

Tina
Tina Donahue“Heat with Heart”
SINFULLY WICKED (MAGNIFICENT - Romancing the Book)THE YEARNING (HOLT MEDALLION AWARD OF MERIT)UNENDING DESIRE (BEST BOOK Rating - LASR Erotic)SENSUAL STRANGER (BOOK OF THE YEAR 2010)DEEP, DARK, DELICIOUS (HOLT MEDALLION AWARD OF MERIT)
Website: http://www.tinadonahue.com/ Twitter: http://twitter.com/tinadonahue

Author Lilly Cain talks about why Everyone Loves a Fairy Tale

Today on my blog I'm letting my good writing friend Lilly Cain, who besides writing for Carina Press has taken the Indie plunge. Today, she's talking about why Everyone Loves a Fairy Tale. Plus leave a comment because she's giving away a copy of her latest novella Return to Me to one lucky commenter.
Hi Renee!  Thanks for having me here today!
As a kid I was a voracious reader. That hasn’t changed a bit. JAnd I loved fairy tale then, just as I do now. Mine are just a bit different these days. I love the dark undertones to the original fairy tales from every country. These stories were not your Disney presentations but gritty, dangerous, scary and sometimes sexy stories told around fires for the delight of people young and old.
Take the latest movie versions of Snow White. Definitely not something you would let a small child watch. And yet they might be closer to the original tale.
Lately I have been reading, and now writing, folklore from other countries. My current favorites are the Celtic tales, so that’s why I decided to write a modern Celtic fairytale in my own style – as an erotic romance. This short novella Return To Me is all me (super hot and sexy if I do say so myself) but also features a classic character from Celtic folklore – the Selkie. Selkie are shapechangers who love in the ocean for most of their lives, wearing magical pelts that change them into seals. When they come ashore to walk as men, they shed their pelts and hide them from the humans they wish to dally with.
The Selkie take a big risk coming ashore. If a human were to steal their pelt they would never be able to go home and they would forget the ocean, but a part of them would always feel lost. On the other hand, a human who loves a Selkie knows that if they give their heart to these shapechangers and leave their pelts and freedom alone, they will eventually be abandoned when the inescapable pull to return to the water carries their lovers away. In the water the Selkie forget their human loves, even their possible offspring.
In Return To Me, trust between a human woman and a Selkie man is rewarded and loyalty, despite the possible consequences, overcomes a danger that neither of the two lovers had even considered.
Lilly Cain“Stories of Darkly Seductive Fantasy and Sensual Romance”
To read more about Lilly and her erotic romances, check out her website at www.lillycain.com. Click here to read a sample or purchase a copy of  Return To Me

Congratulations - 3 Winners Get all my Ellora's Cave ebooks

Special thanks to everyone for stopping by my blog post to help me celebrate my 10th Ellora's Cave publication. It's been such a wonderful journey and I want you all to keep tagging along.


Congratulations to 3 lucky winners: Angel Hatfield, Yadira Alonzo, and Cathy MacDonald! Hope you all enjoy your EC ebooks from me and keep me posted.
I had such fun running this contest I'm going to plan another one but with more Ellora's Cave authors! We want those Kindles and ereaders to be stocked full of hot steamy stories!