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It’s beginning to feel a lot like my favorite time of year! Wearing long pants and a coat, closing the windows at night, turning on the lights to watch the 6:00 PM news, dragging up that blanket from the foot of the bed, and enjoying everything pumpkin spice (yes, even my coffee!). October is also the time to indulge in spooky entertainment—and I’ve got just the thing. My historical vampire romance, MIDNIGHT GAMBLE is on S*A*L*E—an irresistible treat at only $0.99! Here’s a calorie-free nibble to entice you . . .
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 The Excerpt 

They weren’t her own kind.
Frederica wasn’t like her father or grandfather or any of their sleek, preternatural friends—she was her mother’s daughter, a hybrid of two worlds, of two realms, not an equal, not truly worthy of her father’s love and respect. Not yet . . . but she would be.
She jerked free one of the pretty costumes from her closet the same way she would pull a saber she intended to use for the kill.
She would prove to him that she was his daughter, too, that she had value beyond the weakness of her blood that allowed her to walk in daylight. A gift, he called it—a curse to her own thinking. A constant reminder that she was different, impure.
To rise above it, she’d be fearless and formidable even when facing indomitable foes. She’d prove herself equal if not superior by besting those she pursued, conquering them, and bringing them on their knees to her father’s court. A single word of praise from his lips was worth every moment of risk or consequence.
. . . And a bit more . . .
Marchand’s greatest fear was that she was not immortal. Hers was that she was not immune to her frail human half. A half she suppressed with ruthless determination. A half that she ignored when conscience interfered. A half she denied when emotion tugged upon the tender inner workings of her heart when she saw a man and woman together in a happiness she could never share.
Hers was a solitary existence, separate even from family. And so, she would go alone into this night, facing danger and possible death with a reckless disregard in spite of assurances she’d given to her father.
He wouldn’t have understood.

Now, as if caught in some vampire’s snare, I’m reading through the entire series . . . and still loving it after all these decades!
A sudden cold snap had me scurrying to haul in my favorite patio plants. Our living and laundry rooms resemble a greenhouse with large palms and ferny things lining the walls and herb trays covering the top of our washing machine and my dressers. Now . . . to keep the cats out of them! I went overboard this year with the big guys, not expecting them all to flourish, but darn them, they did! At least I’ll be well oxygenated!



Now, it’s back to watching a spooktacular array of howling good WooWoo and Way Waaay Out television: Interview with the Vampire, The Winchesters, Fate—the Winx saga, Werewolf by Night, Andor, Lord of the Rings, and House of Dragon. And waiting for my holiday favorite—Ernest Scared Stupid! Are you watching/reading anything spooktacularly related to the Halloween season?

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