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Pick Me Up Monday -Soul Fire Cover Reveal coming next week!

Happy Monday!
Soul Fire is in the hands of my editor who is working her very special mojo to bring the book to life! I'm excited about this book. It started out as a novella and became a book! That's what happens when you do edits. You end up adding layer upon layer to your existing work, taking out what won't work and adding back what will.I'm working with my graphic designer extraordinaire Cara Michael on the eBook cover and will have a special cover reveal for you next week! Then it's back to work on Dark Desire, book four in the Dark Breed Enforcer series. I'm also working on the second book to Soul Fire titled Rogan. There is a small preview at the end of Soul Fire and when you can expect it's release. This is just for the next several months! Much more to follow so keep an eye out for what is coming up.Have a great week all, it's back to work for me.

Soul Fire Teaser for Sundays Peek

Coming January! Like some dragons in your historicals? How about a few old gods and powerful magic? I have a new paranormal historical series coming out in January with drool worthy dragon shape shifters and the women strong enough to tame their ravaging beast.Soul Fire is the first book in my new series The Guardians of Drakkan. Here is a little peek at the book which starts it all.   All for one female who didn’t exist. He spread his wings wide, gliding in a lazy spiral toward the one spot, which gave him some solace against the demons raging deep within his breast. The glen by the mouth of the mountain’s entrance. A trickle of unease filtered through him as he spied fog covering his glen, an unnatural glow pulsing from within its depths. Anger at the intrusion to his sacred space fed the fever burning his veins, the need to rend flesh, taste blood an overpowering enticement, threatening to tip him over the precipice into blood frenzy. The sound of a woman’s choked scream doused his ire as surely as a dousing of cold water. The unmistakable note of agony, unlike anything he could recall hearing before pierced his eardrums and with a roar, he tucked his wings close and arrowed toward the sound coming from the unnatural mist. At the last moment, he spread his wings catching enough air to bring him effortlessly to the ground. Hind feet touched the earth, his claws sinking into the rich dirt to deter his forward momentum. Crispin shifted on a thought, gold sparks of energy surged around him. In a flash of exquisite pain, he transformed. His body twisted, bones snapping and his mass shrunk, skin replaced scales. Once again he resembled that of a human male.  His brow furled as he peered into the dense fog, his anger as sharp as a well-honed blade.  “Who defiles my sanctuary?” His voice rang with authority into the glowing mist. “Speak now, or by Drakkan’s talon you shall have much to answer for.” In reaction to his demand, the glowing fog cleared shying away from him to withdraw back into the woods and leaving the glen with the appearance of untouched serenity. The sound of water splashing over rocks filled the air, yet he heard none of its music as his gaze locked onto a pair of violet eyes.    For more on when Soul Fire releases follow my blog. Interested in my other books and where to buy them? Just go to my website at www.shannanalbright.comNow click here and you can catch all the other sneak peeks being offered this Sunday. 

Dark Passion Rising-First Book in the Dark Breed Enforcer Series

Happy New Years and welcome to my slice of cyber heaven. I thought I would start the New Year right and begin with the first book in my Dark Breed Series Enforcer series. It's a paranormal, urban fantasy romance titled Dark Passion Rising. Hope you enjoy the quick hook.
Blurb:

Tambra Ellis has just had her world turned upside down! Surviving a bite from a Lycan, attracted to one hot vampire guy and now she has to look forward to turning into something from some bad werewolf movie.
          Marcus Valerian has enough on his plate without the added complication of Tambra Ellis. Fiery and independent? Sure. Beautiful with a body made for sin? Oh Yeah. And a human cop. Tambra is everything he needs to stay away from.     As leader of the Tribunal’s enforcers it’s up to him to find out why the Dark Breeds are going feral and killing humans in ever increasing numbers. Tambra’s life is in the balance as the secrets of her past place her in the middle of old deceits and a betrayal that will change the world forever.      Will Marcus and Tambra’s love survive or will it be too late.   Book Hook Snippet: 
     The sharp edge of hysteria rose in her voice.  “I will not turn

into a dog.   I don’t even like dogs.”     That made him smile despite the seriousness of the

 situation.  She was absolutely adorable and he was in deep

 shit because of it.  Yet, he couldn’t seem to make himself

care. “Wolf, not dog.  You were bitten by a Lycan, not Lassie.”



Interested? Find it on Amazon available in eBook (with or without Authorgraph) or paperback

Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Passion-Rising-Breed-Novel-ebook/dp/B004TNGO5E/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_2

Amazon Paperback: http://www.amazon.com/Passion-Rising-Breed-Enforcers-Volume/dp/1771303395/ref=tmm_pap_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1388376432&sr=8-1


Have a wonderful New Years! 

Pick Me Up Monday - Bringing in the New Year with Soul Fire Snippet

Have a wonderful New Years! As we look back on 2013, with memories both good and bad, it's time to move forward. Striving to make 2014 a banner year for achievements, both personal and professionally.  For my own agenda, I am pushing harder to be more than just another author among the million to choose from. Like any writer, I want to see my stories succeed. Which means trying all  areas in the publishing business to put my name and work out there, build my fan base and begin a street team. These are my goals for this year, which means I will have many more books releasing in 2014. Some are just ideas right now, while others are continuing series books, all are familiar with. In January, my latest endeavor Soul Fire goes to my editor to be self-published. The difference with this series is you will get a teaser chapter from the next book coming, and I'm working with a company called epublishingworks.com. A eBook company Jade Lee hooked me up with. Between their marketing department and my own, I believe it will prove a good partnership.Now, for the good stuff. Here is a snippet from my historical paranormal of old gods and villains and the race of dragon shifters caught in-between an age-old  war. Welcome to Soul Fire, book one of the Warriors of Drakkan.   Chapter One: The sun sank beneath a restless sea casting the heavens in a glowing nebulous of reds and gold. Dark shadows swallowed the thick forest leading to the sheer cliffs plunging into the sea. Draghar Keep rose up to touch the jagged outcroppings of rock, reaching to the heavens like the arm of some ancient Titan. Built into the side of the mountain, high, arched fenestra windows stared down upon a small fishing village at the base of the great mountain. Torches flared to life looking, weaving and darting like an army fireflies in the gloaming. An undercurrent of excitement carried in the air, anticipation for the night’s festivities. The sound of a bodhran beat out a lively rhythm while the sweet undertones of a lute carried the melody. The melody, slow and sensual stirred the blood with thoughts of the upcoming communion between the goddess Flora, the May Queen and the God Jack-of-the-Green. The lighthearted nature and irony of the holiday were not lost on Egan. The air pressed down on him, heavy with the impending doom, he could not advert, even with his wisdom, and power to heal, there seemed naught he could do to prevent a tragedy from unfolding.  “‘Tis not right! The gods are displeased I tell you.” The aged woman muttered, her gnarled hands worrying the fabric of her rough wool apron.“Still your tongue old woman!” Egan admonished gently, taking her arm in a firm grip and led her down the stone hallway toward the servant’s quarters. “Now, get you to bed while I attend to Lord Crispin.”“Aye, I will be going Egan Thorne,” The woman grumbled, narrowing her rheumy stare on him. She thrust one bony finger into his face. “Best mark my words, all is not well with our King, and his downfall will be the end of us all.”Egan ignored the superstitious warnings of the old crone; her mutterings regarding their King and their demise was her favorite ill omen to recite. They were an ancient race of beings humankind called dragons. Their ability to shift their shape, a gift given to them by their deity Drakkan, who watched over them before humans walked the earth, but in their hour of greatest need no sign of Drakkan could be found. Egan hustled the frail woman to her room and heaved a mighty sigh once alone. Standing among the many colorful tapestries adorning the walls in the winding hallway, he never felt so helpless. Unease fell heavily about his shoulders.  His worry over their king a dark pall he could find no escape from. Time stopped for no man, or in this case, no dragon and precious little of it remained.The agonizing truth facing Egan with sharp clarity mocked him. Remembering Crispin as a new hatchling, his bright, multi-hued eyes far too old for one so young, Egan loved him as his own the instant his stare focused on him. He vowed to Crispin’s father, he would protect the prince with his life if need be. Alas, ‘twas the last vow he would give to the King as he passed only days later. He followed his mate in the afterlife hours after her untimely passing. Tomorrow would denote the three-hundred-year anniversary of Crispin’s birth. ‘Twould have been a joyous event, if the al-matar, or mating fever in human language, did not lie heavily over their King. If the signs were accurate – and in Crispin’s case, they held true – his bouts of irrational rage, restlessness, high fever and lack of appetite marked the stages of mate fever. The urge to find a mate would burn away all logic and humanity, reduced to a ravaging beast bent on destruction and death. Lost for all time to an unholy rage. None ever came back from the madness, going on a rampage, laying waste everything in their path until death claimed the beast. Either from the fever or by the hand of a slayer mattered little, the final result never changed.None of their greatest healers, or soothsayers could determine when the mate fever would strike down their males and indeed, most thought of it as a curse from the great Wyvern for Drakkan’s actions.  Whatever the truth the old legends held interested him naught. Only the reality of their dilemma remained chillingly accurate. Their unmated King would die by fever or blade within a fortnight if he did not find this true bond mate.Egan wept for the impending loss. Any search for his quiv-etal was an exercise in futility. The only mate truly compatible must hold the blood of the Wyvern. He flinched inwardly as memory threatening to rise to the fore. He pushed it back. There were no females of the Wyvern’s blood left in this world. Pondering upon the loss would do nothing to aid his ailing King.The firm pounding upon the door pulled Egan from his dark thoughts and brought him quickly to attend the unannounced visitor. A tall imposing figure stood against the backdrop of the darkening twilight. He dark cloak flowed about his long legs in the gentle breeze filled with the scents of burning wood and blooming wildflowers. The dying sun illuminated the man’s dark, hawkish looks, amber eyes glowed with inhuman brilliance, searing into Egan with unspoken sorrow.“I came as soon as I heard the news Egan, where is he?” He strode into the hall with an inhuman predatory grace.“He is presently in his rooms Lord Rogan. I can only hope seeing you will bolster his spirits.” Egan sighed, leading the way into the great hall. More tapestries in vivid hues of reds, blues, greens, and gold covered the walls depicting dragons in various poses among armored knights astride their steeds. A large oak table occupied the center of the room, and woven rugs spread nearly the length of the room. A massive stone fireplace dominated one wall. The hearth decorated in sprigs of Ronan and Hawthorn. Bright colored ribbons weaved between them for the Beltane holiday. Birch chairs covered in soft hide were arranged around the fireplace. Coals from the dying fire still sent warmth through the room chasing away the slight chill in the air.  He studied Rogan, who draped his cloak over one of the chairs and stood watching the embers deep in reflection. The same age as Crispin, the two were inseparable. Egan witnessed his growth from young hatchling to the imposing figure before him, The tall and broad shouldered leader of Crispin’s elite cadre of warriors accomplished more than any other dragon Egan ever knew. Few who could equal his fighting skills as human or dragon, and the only one who stood any chance at besting him Crispin in a fight.“Why am I here Egan? Do not tell me it is to distract Crispin from the al-matar, for there is no distraction to be found for the curse. What is the true reason for my summoning?” Rogan demanded, his golden eyes darkening with dread. “Aye, you know why. I need your oath. You are the only one who could do what needs to be done when the time comes.” “You ask too much.” He snarled. Hands fisting at his sides as he glared at the older man. “He is like a brother to me.”“Better by the hand of a loved one than that of the enemy.”“Nay, I shan’t stay and listen to this.” Rogan rasped whirling to grab up his discarded cloak.“What better man than you, dear friend to see me to my final rest?” A deep voice queried bringing both men’s attention to the sudden arrival of the man standing at the entryway. As tall as Rogan, Crispin Fin Auld Napp, Lord of Draghar Keep and King of dragon kind raised a golden eyebrow. Multi-hued eyes swirled with blue, green and silver, holding his friends gaze. “You will do what must be done, even if I have to make it a royal decree.” The firm resolve in his voice brooked no argument.Egan lowered his head in a sign of deep respect. “Majesty how do you fare this e’en?”Crispin gave him a weak smile. “As fair as the circumstances allow. ‘Tis good to see you Rogan, alas, I wish it were under better circumstances.”Rogan strode to his long time friend and clasped his arm. “Well met my friend, though I am disturbed you are so willing to succumb to the damnable al-matar without a fight. This is not like you.”“Oh, I will fight have no fear. I need only your word to do what is necessary should I fail to succeed.” 

Pick Me Up Monday - Happy Holidays, Soul Fire Release Closing In!

 Happy Holidays to all of you! It's been an exciting year filled with times of compete terror and the heady emotions of success! I still hear "you're a new to me author" but there have been times when a reader looks  at me, and a light will go on. It's those, "Oh. I've heard good things about you." That I live for. It's how I gauge if I'm making any impact at all!No, I didn't become a bestseller this year, nor make tons of money...yet. What I did achieve this year was to finish my trilogy called The Knights of Excalibur, saw the entire series put into book form available through Amazon, put out another Dark Breed Enforcer book and a Christmas Anthology. In between all of this, I put on a wonderful author reader event called Hot Mojave Knights, which proved to be a great hit!Not bad for a year's efforts. As this year ends, I've already plotted my course for 2014. Soul Fire will come out in January, (God willing and barring any unforeseen delays.) I'm working on the second book in this series plus Dark Desire, Zeke's book in the Dark Breed Enforcers series. I'll have more on my goals for next year in more detail with the books which I will be releasing. Plus Hot Mojave Knights is set for 2014! So mark your calendars for September 25th - 28th in the party capitol of the world. I'm talking Vegas, Baby! Well, it's back to edits, outlines and writing! Have an awesome Christmas, may you find all your heart's desires waiting for you under the tree, and we will talk again.

Pick Me Up Monday- Making your list and checking it twice.

Happy Monday!I wonder if I put this beautiful man on my list if Santa will put him under my tree?As I've grown older, I notice I've become a list person. I have lists for everything and every time I try to do without one I end up forgetting something very important. I'm a true Pisces when it comes to a creative chaos and going with the flow. But after visiting the store six times in one day for the things I've forgotten, I finally learned that a bit of organization can be a very good thing and keep my temper in check.  With Christmas only a week away there are thousands of things needed done before being ready for the holiday. Yay for me, I have just finished my gift list so in that area I'm ready. Not so much with the holiday goodies though. As time marches on and I juggle the day job, and my writing, there is precious little left for making my turtles, chocolate balls and homemade fudge. Hell, I still have a freaking tree to put up!At least, the tree is going up tomorrow so all's good there, so I have something to put my presents under before Christmas. This year has flown by, and I'm busy working on my list of goals for 2014 and will share that when it's done. For now, it's back to work, balancing my writing with the day job and keep my sanity intact.  I hope your week goes well, and we will talk again next Monday. Right now, it's back to my ever-present  list to make sure I haven't forgotten anything or anyone else. Then finish edits on Soul Fire, which is coming out in January! Big Whoot there since it's my first solo venture out into the self-pub world. Then it's time to finish Dark Desire and the -for the moment- untitled fifth book in the Dark Breed Enforcer world. After that there are only two more in the series so it won't be long before I'll be putting this series to bed. And begin the journey again with more stories of hope and love with lots of kick ass action. 

The Holidays-A time to Cherish those who Love You.

Home for the holidays can mean many things. For some it's family gathered around the Christmas tree, a marathon cook fest where Aunt Millie, Grandma Nana and a horde of other relatives cook up the best food this side of the Mississippi.  Home could be anywhere in the world. It can be a place or a person. The thing is, home is where you feel loved, accepted for who you are, unconditionally. No masks, or pretenses, just you and those who know the real you and are okay with that.Home for the Holidays, for me is not so much a place, or a person per se. It's a very special and rare feeling of belonging, just the way you are.I've spent the majority of my holidays alone, losing most of my family at an early age. For a long time Christmas was a dreaded time for me, home where I felt love and acceptance a long ago memory from my childhood. Slowly I started to choose my family. If you have none of your own, your friends become even more precious. I've made my own family of friends and the wonderful man I married. I am blessed and what is even better, I don't take it for granted, remembering only too well how alone I was for most of my adult life. I hold on to this wonderful gift I've been given, the holidays for me are a time to remember and give thanks to be so blessed. I learned to never take my family for granted. I would never have learned this had I not done without. So as you share this wonderful holiday season, be grateful for those you love and love you in return, cherish them and tell them how much they mean to you. You never know how long you have them so make as many awesome memories as you can now, this moment. Live in the present, don't give yourself time for regrets. Above all have a best holiday ever.  When I agreed to do an anthology for Christmas I didn't set out to make my heroine Fleur Delecourt like me, but some of her struggles with the holiday seasons were a perfect mirror to my own. Sure there was not hot Scottish werewolf out to claim me as his mate, but hey, I can write my own ending right?Happy Holidays from the Crescent Moon Lodge and a collection of four stories from sad to funny, hot to sensual.  Sure to please everyone, and what better way to celebrate the season that with some great paranormal romances? And for a limited time it's only .99 cents! Click here to buy at Amazon At the Crescent Moon Lodge, anything is possible and Christmas wishes come in the most unusual packages. Christmas I.C.E. Magic – By Siobhan MuirFor Lily Sinclair, Christmas means sorrow and loss since the death of her twin brother. The magic is gone and she only wants to see her brother one more time. As an Ice Demon Zachary Snow is used to rescuing people in winter, but he’d never rescued anyone like Lily. Now he must convince her the magic she wants is in life itself. A Howling Yuletide –By Shannan Albright Fleur Delecourt knew her Christmas holiday was doomed from the start. Not only did she hate the cold and snow, but also she found herself saddled with a ski instructor, courtesy of a friend’s twisted sense of humor.Werewolf Rory Furr left Scotland to find a life and pack of his own. What he was not prepared for was finding his mate in the form of a petite redhead who tests both his self-control and patience.Bon Appetite from the Lunar Eclipse Restaurant-By R.M. SoteraExecutive chef vampire Michael Stake loves his job at the Lunar Eclipse Restaurant. Although food critics do not visit often, he welcomes world-renown critic Penelope Rothchild to his establishment. That’s when all hell breaks loose.

World-renown food critic Penelope Rothchild looks forward to her new assignment in Las Vegas.  Christmas in the West, what could possibly go wrong? Everything. But it’s all in the name of the perfect meal. Boo Christmas – By Johanna Riley   

Home for the Holidays-A time to Cherish those who Love You.

Home for the holidays can mean many things. For some it's family gathered around the Christmas tree, a marathon cook fest where Aunt Millie, Grandma Nana and a horde of other relatives cook up the best food this side of the Mississippi.  Home could be anywhere in the world. It can be a place or a person. The thing is, home is where you feel loved, accepted for who you are, unconditionally. No masks, or pretenses, just you and those who know the real you and are okay with that.Home for the Holidays, for me is not so much a place, or a person per se. It's a very special and rare feeling of belonging, just the way you are.I've spent the majority of my holidays alone, losing most of my family at an early age. For a long time Christmas was a dreaded time for me, home where I felt love and acceptance a long ago memory from my childhood. Slowly I started to choose my family. If you have none of your own, your friends become even more precious. I've made my own family of friends and the wonderful man I married. I am blessed and what is even better, I don't take it for granted, remembering only too well how alone I was for most of my adult life. I hold on to this wonderful gift I've been given, the holidays for me are a time to remember and give thanks to be so blessed. I learned to never take my family for granted. I would never have learned this had I not done without. So as you share this wonderful holiday season, be grateful for those you love and love you in return, cherish them and tell them how much they mean to you. You never know how long you have them so make as many awesome memories as you can now, this moment. Live in the present, don't give yourself time for regrets. Above all have a best holiday ever.  When I agreed to do an anthology for Christmas I didn't set out to make my heroine Fleur Delecourt like me, but some of her struggles with the holiday seasons were a perfect mirror to my own. Sure there was not hot Scottish werewolf out to claim me as his mate, but hey, I can write my own ending right?Happy Holidays from the Crescent Moon Lodge and a collection of four stories from sad to funny, hot to sensual.  Sure to please everyone, and what better way to celebrate the season that with some great paranormal romances? And for a limited time it's only .99 cents! Click here to buy at Amazon At the Crescent Moon Lodge, anything is possible and Christmas wishes come in the most unusual packages. Christmas I.C.E. Magic – By Siobhan MuirFor Lily Sinclair, Christmas means sorrow and loss since the death of her twin brother. The magic is gone and she only wants to see her brother one more time. As an Ice Demon Zachary Snow is used to rescuing people in winter, but he’d never rescued anyone like Lily. Now he must convince her the magic she wants is in life itself. A Howling Yuletide –By Shannan Albright Fleur Delecourt knew her Christmas holiday was doomed from the start. Not only did she hate the cold and snow, but also she found herself saddled with a ski instructor, courtesy of a friend’s twisted sense of humor.Werewolf Rory Furr left Scotland to find a life and pack of his own. What he was not prepared for was finding his mate in the form of a petite redhead who tests both his self-control and patience.Bon Appetite from the Lunar Eclipse Restaurant-By R.M. SoteraExecutive chef vampire Michael Stake loves his job at the Lunar Eclipse Restaurant. Although food critics do not visit often, he welcomes world-renown critic Penelope Rothchild to his establishment. That’s when all hell breaks loose.

World-renown food critic Penelope Rothchild looks forward to her new assignment in Las Vegas.  Christmas in the West, what could possibly go wrong? Everything. But it’s all in the name of the perfect meal. Boo Christmas – By Johanna Riley   

Pick Me Up Monday - First Peek at Soul Fire, Historical Paranormal Coming Soon!

Happy Monday!I'm starting this Monday Post with a pic I call Passion. This is the essence of my latest book Soul Fire. Coming out in January, it's a paranormal novella set in thirteenth-century  Brittan on to windswept coast between what is now called England and Wales. Rugged and wild, this is an untamed land where the sea is at constant war against the earth. It seemed a fitting setting to place my dragon shape shifters and the women blessed by the gods who can claim them...and live. Here is the taste I promised you. With a groan of need he opened to her giving her access as she delved into the moist heat of him. His arms wrapped around her, one large hand at the back of her head as he took control of the kiss. White hot fire exploded low in her belly, pulse thrumming with ferocity she feared she would perish from such intense desire. His body shivered against hers before he gently broke off the kiss. His gaze devoured her one delicious inch at a time. He left little doubt how she affected him. The thought brought a sense of power to her that she could bring out such passion from him. “I am undone.” He rasped in a voice husky and breathless with need. His warm breath teased her cheek, sending a delicious tendril of fire licking over her limbs to settle with aching intensity below. Her thoughts became chaotic, a primitive need rising strong within her. She should be afraid, but nay, she reveled in the dark passion, surrendering utterly to its tantalizing lure. Her hands dropped to stroke the expanse of his hard muscled chest, fingers tangling within the soft linen of his tunic and tugged. “You wear far too many clothes my lord.” Her desires clear in her dulcet tones, even to her ears.    When writing I always have character pictures. I am a visual person. My creativity shows me through images, much like a movie without sound. THAT I put in with the logic side of my brain. Let me introduce to you for the first time   Crispin Fin Auld Napp, Lord of Draghar Keep and King of the dragon race, known as Drakkan's children. 
    
Aslynn Durry, village healer and touched by the gods Drakkan and Rhiannon to save the dragon race from extinction.    I'm very excited to be in the finishing stages of this book, but also a bit sad that Crispin and Aslynn's story is coming to a close. I think that's the case with every book I create though.  With everything I do, be it painting, dancing or writing I leave a bit of myself behind in the process. I've been wanting to do something historical for a long time. History has always been a passion of mine, and I've had so much fun delving into the past.And now, on to other news. I've got a winner from my recent blog hop. The Book Lady won a copy of my current release Happy Holidays from the Crescent Moon Lodge. I had so many wonderful comments I couldn't choose, so I went to random number.org and let them choose via a number.   Now that Soul Fire is almost put to bed I'm concentrating on Zeke's book Dark Desire and will be exerting most of my efforts on finishing his story and beginning the next book in the Dark Breed Enforcers series. No rest for the wicked or the weary Lol!Though I gave it my best shot to get both Soul Fire and Dark Desire out this year, unfortunately time was not on my side. I'm not a quick writer. I never could crank out a book in thirty days like so many others I know. I work in layers, going over and over what I wrote and adding to it as I go. My inner editor never takes a nap, damn it. So as much as I wish, I can't put out something I'm not happy with. Just like my painting I won't show what I'm not satisfied with.
So for now, it's back to work. Have a wonderful week and we will chat again next Monday.

99 Cent Indie Hoopla - Happy Holidays from the Crescent Moon Lodge

The Christmas Anthology Happy Holidays from Crescent Moon Lodge is still available through Kindle and Smashwords for only 99 cents!


At the Crescent Moon Lodge, anything is possible and Christmas wishes come in the most unusual packages. When four friends win a trip to Mount Charleston, NV for Christmas, they are unprepared for what awaits. At Crescent Moon Lodge, your deepest wish comes true, whether you’re prepared for it our not.A Howling Yuletide –By Shannan Albright Fleur Delecourt knew her Christmas holiday was doomed from the start. Not only did she hate the cold and snow, but also she found herself saddled with a ski instructor, courtesy of a friend’s twisted sense of humor.Werewolf Rory Furr left Scotland to find a life and pack of his own. What he was not prepared for was finding his mate in the form of a petite redhead who tests both his self-control and patience.

Christmas I.C.E. Magic – By Siobhan Muir

Christmas I.C.E. Magic – For Lily Sinclair, Christmas means sorrow and loss since the death of her twin brother. The magic is gone and she only wants to see her brother one more time. As an Ice Demon Zachary Snow is used to rescuing people in winter, but he’d never rescued anyone like Lily. Now he must convince her the magic she wants is in life itself.





Bon Appetite from the Lunar Eclipse Restaurant-By R.M. Sotera

Executive chef vampire Michael Stake loves his job at the Lunar Eclipse Restaurant. Although food critics do not visit often, he welcomes world-renown critic Penelope Rothchild to his establishment. That’s when all hell breaks loose.

World-renown food critic Penelope Rothchild looks forward to her new assignment in Las Vegas. Christmas in the West, what could possibly go wrong? Everything. But it’s all in the name of the perfect meal.

Boo Christmas – By Johanna Riley