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Chenoire – Short and Fascinating. A Must Read!


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Susannah Sandlin

Chenoire-FrontGenre: Paranormal Romance

Heat level: mild

Publisher: StoryFront

Date of Publication: December 18, 2013


Number of pages: 50

Word Count: approx. 15,000



Wow! I had my blog formatted and prepped, ready to pop in my review of Chenoire, which I just finished reading, and all I can say is WOW. Okay, that’s not good enough. I’ll need to tell you more because I absolutely INSIST you read this fascinating short novel by Susannah Sandlin.

Chenoire is a superbly written, character driven story that moves at a brisk pace and delights the entire way. Ms. Sandlin perfectly captures the flavor of the Louisiana bayou with lively, authentic dialogue and a cast of enchanting characters. The paranormal elements are believable and blend well in a contemporary setting. But it’s the chemistry between Faith Garrity and Zack Prejean that wraps around you like a vice and refuses to let go.  An added bonus is the healthy dose of humor which made me laugh on more than one occasion.

I love the way Faith and Zack each have an opportunity to display their insecurities, attraction and bravado. This can be tricky. Done poorly, the reader is subject to head hopping but Chenoire is well written and provides wonderfully entertaining banter.  Ms. Sandlin has given this reader two of the most beloved characters she’s read in quite some time.

Chenoire is short, only about 15,000 words but it packs a much bigger wollop. I really can’t imagine anyone not loving this book!

Book Description:

When Faith Garrity’s twin sister died, she lost a part of herself. Unable to move past the pain, the once-driven ornithologist is at risk of losing her career as well. To save her job, she heads to the oil-ravaged wetlands of Louisiana. There, in the bayou community of Chenoire, she encounters the handsome but guarded Zackary Préjean, still suffering from a great loss of his own.

She’s drawn to Zack, but soon finds that the Préjean family isn’t what it seems… They have dangerous secrets—and deadly enemies. Caught up in a feud that threatens the area’s uneasy truce, Faith and Zack must learn to trust each other. Survival will require enormous sacrifice, but it just might also give them both a way to move on.


Short Excerpt:

Zack Préjean wiped the blood from his skinning knife onto the faded blue bottom of the apron he wore, scanning the bayou that backed up to his papa’s back porch. Something had drawn his attention, but he couldn’t figure out what.

He’d been working on the small gator for half an hour, figuring to take off enough fresh meat for dinner and prep the rest to deal with later—it was too small for the skin to be worth much. The calls and caws of the birds and cackles of swamp hens soothed him, and God knew he needed soothing. Spending the whole month of gator season at Chenoire wasn’t what he wanted to be doing. But Papa had asked him outright for help, and he had to honor that.

Finally, he figured out what had caught his attention; the bayou was too quiet. He wedged the knife through his apron ties, covered the gator with a towel, and closed his eyes to focus on what he could hear. Footsteps coming from the path leading down to the house—heavy ones, stirring up a whiff of anger.

Zack tripped on his way through the kitchen, catching his toe on the edge of a chair because he’d been staring out the front window instead of watching where he was going. All this family time must be getting to him, because for a moment he swore he’d seen not a man on the path that angled toward the small circle of houses where the Préjeans had lived for generations.

No, he thought he’d seen an angel.

Except angels didn’t stomp their feet, curse like sailors, and swat at bugs, which is what this one appeared to be doing. What the hell was a woman doing on foot way out here at dusk?

Crossing his arms over his chest, Zack leaned against the frame of the front door, silent and still, waiting to see what trouble she brought. She looked like a city woman, and city women always brought trouble.

He couldn’t keep the grin off his face. Whatever else she was, his citified swamp angel was pissed off and dirty as sin. Bits of mud flaked off what might be a long, lean pair of legs underneath the grime that covered her from her shoes to the bottom of her khaki shorts—or maybe they were mud-covered black shorts. Hard to tell. Her hands flew around her head, batting at what Zack knew were probably the armies of tiny no-see-ums that swarmed near the small stand of trees this time of day. Occasionally, she swatted at her own head, giving her short blond hair a disheveled look he’d mistaken for a halo.

“Damned gnats. I’m gonna—” The angel finally spotted him and stopped in her tracks, dark-blue eyes growing wider as her gaze dropped from Zack’s face to the vicinity of the knife.

He cleared his throat and stifled the laugh that threatened to escape. “You lost, Angel?”

About the Author:

Susannah Sandlin writes paranormal romance and romantic thrillers from Auburn, Alabama, on top of a career in educational publishing that has thus far spanned five states and six universities—including both Alabama and Auburn, which makes her bilingual.sandlin She grew up in Winfield, Alabama, but was also a longtime resident of New Orleans, so she has a highly refined sense of the absurd and an ingrained love of SEC football, cheap Mardi Gras trinkets, and fried gator on a stick. She’s the author of the award-winning Penton Legacy paranormal romance series, a spinoff novel, Storm Force, and a new romantic thriller beginning this month with Lovely, Dark, and Deep. Writing as Suzanne Johnson, she also is the author of the Sentinels of New Orleans urban fantasy series.

Website: http://www.susannahsandlin.com

Blog: http://suzanne-johnson.blogspot.com

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A Magical Read: Resurrecting Harry

If you like Harry Houdini, you will love “Resurrecting Harry” by Constance Phillips. A fun read for paranormal romance addicts.
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Constance Phillips

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Crescent Moon Press

ISBN:  978-1-939173-13-3

Number of pages: 270

Word Count: 91,000

Cover Artist: Lilliana Sanchez

Book Trailer:  http://youtu.be/2fWMcc8h368


Can the greatest escape artist ever known break the grim reaper’s chains to save the only woman he’s ever loved?

In order to save Bess from self-destruction, Harry Houdini puts his afterlife on the line by entering a wager with purgatory’s keeper. He gives Harry a younger face and body, and a new name: Erich Welch.

Bess clings to his promise to deliver a coded message from beyond the grave, determined to provide the bridge for him to cross, even if that means befriending her husband’s sworn enemy.

Erich needs to help Bess over her loss and put her on the road to healing, but will any good come from resurrecting Harry?


For Harry Houdini, failure wasn’t an option.

Being closed into the old steamer trunk didn’t faze him, not even when the familiar sound of a padlock clanking in place echoed in his ear. When water began to seep through the seams, most men would panic, but years of experience pushed down the instinct. He knew his faithful assistant and wife, Bess, had slipped into the spotlight to distract the crowd and raise the tension, just like they’d practiced for hours and performed dozens of times.

While the fans anticipated the worst, he took a slow and measured breath and prepared for several minutes without oxygen.

Harry focused on his center from behind veiled lids and used every last bit of strength to extend his legs. The side of the trunk he’d carefully loosened the night before popped off, and the water now rushed in. With cuffed hands, he felt along the lid, guiding himself out. His hooked pinky swiped the key from beneath his tongue, but the metallic taste remained.

Lifting his legs, he made short work of the shackles binding his ankles and then arched his back, reaching toward the surface. In seconds, the cuffs securing his wrists fell away too.

All that was left was to break the surface and claim his reward. The roar of the crowd and Bess’s loving arms were the only two things that thrilled him more than defying death. Her and his fans gave him the drive to succeed.

Light faded away, as if rain clouds covered the sun or as if he was sinking further away from his destination.

His world spun like a child’s top. A pulse thumped in his ear and molten-hot blood pumped through his veins. Pure adrenaline fueled the glimpses of his past, which flashed by like the slides his brother, Theo, showed after every vacation. But Harry wasn’t watching the events unfold; he relived the memories over and again.

The spinning stopped. He now hung upside down, wrapped tighter than a Christmas present. His Chinese Water Torture Chamber, a straight jacket and the stage of the Orpheum Theatre; Harry might as well be safe at home in bed. He’d free himself from the binds as soon as he pushed his shoulder out of joint.

With a pop, this faded to white too.

Always trapped. Never escaping. No reward.

The spinning continued, like a phonograph record.

Shivers raked his body. In the distance, he could hear a doctor offering comfort and explaining to a sobbing Bess that hope was lost.

Harry saw nothing, just shuddered and listened. Icy water enveloped him; his neck rested on the frosty cast-iron tub. No matter how many times he relived it, he still believed his infection would clear and the fever would break. He may have stood in the shadow cast by the angel of death, but he still denied the inevitable. A burst appendix destroy the great Harry Houdini, master escape artist and expert showman? Never. When the lights fell on his final performance, something grander than illness would extinguish his flame.

Swallowing hard, he fought the quiver in his lips and tried to call out for Bess. Her touch to his cheek would provide the needed strength. The only vision that ever played out completely: he whispered her name and watched his own chest rise and fall for the last time.

Spinning. Spinning.

The cold vanished, his pain dissipated, but the mental torture never ended. Over and over he experienced his greatest challenges, but not the successes. Never completing an escape and returning to Bess’s embrace kept him lonely and devastated. What had he done to deserve such torment, and for how long would this agony continue?

Harry always believed in ashes to ashes. When his heart stopped, his mind would too. Anything else seemed impossible, but now he knew different. This was Hell.

But what of the fire and brimstone ol’ man Thomas used to preach about on the corner?

As a child, Harry’s sainted mother would rush him past Seventh and Main where the elderly man testified to the world. She’d whisper passages from the Torah and remind him his main concern should be this life. Despite his mother’s dislike for the reverend, he taught Harry a valuable lesson that would stick with him his whole life: give people a show.

Would it disappoint the preacher to know that, despite what the scriptures said, Hell didn’t torture the body with never-ending fires, but focused on the mind? Harry knew this was worse.

His stomach heaved to and fro. Bile bubbled in his gut and pushed its way up, burning his throat, but the relief vomiting would bring never came.

Why won’t the spinning stop? Maybe because he allowed it to continue. Change comes from within. That’s how he lived his life: for every action, a reaction. Why should death be different?

No more complacency.

He tightened his muscles and stretched his body as taut as possible. “STOP!” 

Spinning. Spinning. As if he was embedded on a reel-to-reel film and someone had pushed rewind, but he was through being held at someone else’s mercy. Again, he ordered an end to the torture.

The loud clank of rusty gears grinding together sounded, and he felt whatever force kept him tied to this existence snap. His body plummeted and his arms thrashed; pleas turned to screams. Maybe there was something worse than the status quo. Falling faster now, he tensed his muscles and braced for the agonizing pain of hitting the ground.

Soft and comforting instead, like slipping into a feather bed and wrapping up in a patchwork quilt, he felt ground beneath him. And serenity. An end to his anguish? He opened his eyes and wondered if he’d see anything but his past. White padding adorned the walls and the floor, like he’d seen in those mental hospitals he toured while concocting his straightjacket escape.

But Harry wasn’t crazy. He was dead.

The air shifted; the temperature rose. Sweat replaced the goose bumps that covered his arms. A body? Harry touched the flesh to make sure it was real. The image of a floating soul now shattered by this reality. Hot, humid air burned his lungs as he leaned against the wall and looked up into the ice-blue eyes of a stranger, who loomed a good foot taller than Harry and was wrapped in tight, black leather like the blacksmiths he’d known in his youth or the cowboys he’d first met out west. Long, black hair veiled the stranger’s face. He lit a cigarette and threw his head back, inhaling deeply and giving Harry another look at those bizarre eyes. A shiver rode his spine. “My God.”

A bubbling laugh erupted from the giant. “Not bloody likely.”


Constance Phillips lives in Ohio with her husband, two ready-to-leave-the-nest children, and four canine kids. Her perfect fantasy vacation would involve hunting Dracula across Europe with her daughter, who also digs that kind of stuff. When she’s not writing about fairies, shifters, vamps, and guardian angels, she’s working side-by-side with her husband in their hardwood flooring business.

Constance is actively involved in her local Romance Writers of America chapter (MVRWA) and the Southeast Michigan chapter of the United States Pony Club. When not writing or enjoying the outdoors, she loves reality television or can be found at a Rick Springfield concert (just look for the pink Converse high tops).

Blog: http://www.constancephillips.com

Twitter: http://www.twiter.com/CPhillips

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Meet The Author: L.M. PRUITT

Winged Button 300 x 225Today’s blog is chock full of delicious tidbits – an author interview, a review of new paranormal release, WINGED, and an enticing excerpt that will leave you wanting more.

I’m so excited to host best-selling author, L.M. Pruitt. I love her books. I love her wit. And I love her new paranormal release, WINGED. (My review follows the interview.) She’s graciously agreed to tolerate my need to pry into authors lives and has even answered a few questions which have absolutely nothing to do with writing. 

Ms. Pruitt, you have an incredible wit and humor which I find endearing.  I refer to your author bio which I will post at the end of the interview. Killing Bamboo . . . twice? Not allowed on the card aisle of any store because of your giggles? LOL . . . see, I’m laughing. So I guess it came as a surprise when I read the blurb for Winged. I assumed I’d find a thread of humor. Instead I discovered an intriguing hook that sent me scurrying to buy the book.

Have you always written paranormal? What other genres interest you and why?

–The very first book I wrote could be loosely qualified as chick lit. I say loosely because it was a truly horrible book, lol. But it was the first one I finished, so I’m proud about that. After that first book (and an aborted attempt at a second one), I switched to urban fantasy/paranormal romance. I’ve also written one book in what could be termed crime fiction/noir, which was probably the funnest thing I’ve written to date. If I ever get a free schedule again, I’m going to delve deeper in to that genre.

When you develop a character, what comes first – the visual or the psyche? In other words, do you visualize a face and say, “That’s her!” or do you imagine the inner angst and later add the physical layers? And please tell us a little about how you came upon the idea of Winged.

–Let me take those questions in order so I don’t get confused, lol. As to which came first, it really depends on the character. I’ve had some characters, such as Jude, where I worked from the outside in, and others, like Cari and Joanne, who sort of sprang fully formed from my mind, no assembly required.

As to where the idea for WINGED came from, it was sort of the meshing of various bits and pieces of ideas and research. I know that’s not entirely helpful, lol, but that’s really the best I’ve got. The book and series were something I let stew for a while, convinced I could wait until later to write, until finally the book and characters said, “You’re writing us now.”

You’ve released several books already and I’m told more is on the way. I think every author has a favorite, born from a special character or plot that still resonates inside us. What has been your favorite book so far, and why?

–This is a tough call. I mentioned earlier that the crime fiction novel I wrote, TAKEN was the funnest to write and that still stands. It really was just fun, from start to finish. But as far as favorite, I’d say TAKEN and WINGED run neck and neck. Writing WINGED, I got to combine a number of interests and really write about something that I find intriguing. I also look at it as a chance to really expand and clarify my voice as a writer.

Is there anything you would have done differently as an author before you were published? And where do you see yourself in five years?

–Despite the mistakes I made, I’m going to say no—because if I changed something I might not end up where I am and I’m pretty stoked about where I am. As to where I see myself in five years, I want to be writing full time, still sharing great stories and making people laugh and cry. And hopefully I’ve hit “The List” a time or two, lol

And now for some non-romantic fun . . .

I’ve given you a magic stone. It has the power to transport you to any time, any place. Where are you going and why?

The Titanic on it’s fateful maiden voyage. Because I’m a sucker for history and as long as I can get out alive, I’d want to be there to see everything I’ve read and studied about.

What animal would you say best describes you and why? (Notice I used an animal and not a plant! LOL)

I’d have to say a cat—because I’m pretty good at being solo, when I want your attention I’ll pretty much demand it, and I like to take naps.


L.M. Pruitt has been reading and writing for as long as she can remember. A native of Florida with a love of New Orleans, she has the uncanny ability to find humor in most things and would probably kill a plastic plant. She is the author of the best-selling Jude Magdalyn series, the Moon Rising series, and the Frankie Post series. She is currently at work on the next Jude Magdalyn book, Shades of Blood. She makes her home in Florida with two cats—one smart, the other an idiot.

Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/LM-Pruitt/364776895104

Blog: http://www.lmpruitt.blogspot.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/lmpruitt


Winged e-bookI love angels. Good. Bad. Fallen. Flying. Handsome. Ugly . . . wait, I don’t think I’ve ever read about an ugly angel. Strike that. Anyway, I love angels. So a book with the title, WINGED, and a blurb that goes like this . . .

I fell from the Talmadge Bridge the week before I turned thirty.
I was given a choice: Go to Heaven. Go back to my life in Savannah. Or spend eternity fighting evil under the direction of the archangels.
I chose the demons–and the angels.
I chose the Winged.
. . . was sure to grab my attention. And it did. Page after page.

Ms. Pruitt has woven an intriguing tale in WINGED, using her proven ability to build vibrant, visual worlds and fill them with multi-faceted characters who remain with you long after the last page is turned.

WINGED is staged in a basic heaven/hell, angels vs. demons scenario. Nothing else is this book can be classified as “basic”.
Joanne Watson dies saving a baby. She’s greeted in Limbo by a curmudgeonly clerk who offers her 3 options. She can go back to her old life. She can go to heaven. Or she can join an elite group of fighters known as the Winged. However, if she chooses the third option, she faces permanent expulsion from heaven. Much to the clerk’s dismay, she chooses the Winged.
What she learns later is that she must first past a rigorous training camp ruled by the Archangels. If Joanne could have changed her mind upon arrival at the camp, I’m sure she would have. Combat training for the chosen humans proves much tougher than Joanne realized. She’s a bit fragile at first but knows she must pass all the tests to get her wings. It’s run like a military boot camp. There’s peer pressure, bullies, endurance tests and hard partying. Yes, this group of soldiers enjoy mortal vices but are exempt from death unless it comes at the hand of a demon or another Winged.
Outspoken, sarcastic, witty, and tough, Joanne proves her mettle and eventually wins grudging approval. She also snares the attention of Raphael, an archangel who, pardon the pun, takes her under his wing for some personal tutelage.
WINGED is the first book in this exciting paranormal series. UPRISING is scheduled to release in April. Trust me, after reading WINGED, you’ll be on the waiting list for the next one!

I used to think normalcy was overrated. I had normal. I had a mother, a father, the requisite sibling both annoying and funny. The boyfriend I’d had forever who was on the verge of proposing.

I had normal. And I wanted more.

I wanted adventure. Excitement. Anything to prove I wasn’t ordinary. Because in my mind, in my ignorance–or innocence, which term is correct would be debatable–being normal meant I’d failed. That I meant nothing.

I wanted to mean something. Anything.

I think I can safely say I was a fool.

You don’t appreciate normal until it’s gone. The same breakfast, the same lunch, the same dinner. The phone call that comes in right as you’re closing the store down. The kiss good morning and the one goodnight. Complete and total normalcy.

You don’t appreciate it–don’t understand it–until it’s gone.

I died six years ago. Or six weeks. Depends on where you were, when it happened and after.

The after–that’s when life got interesting.

My name is Joanne. Joanne Watson. What I am–is Winged.

Spotlight Review: SEAL OF DESTINY

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Seal of Destiny by Traci Douglass features two tortured souls on a collision course with love – elements of a great romance. “Collision” is the key word here because Mira, the tough, sassy heroine, and Kagan, the alpha hero, are hell bent NOT to give in to their feelings.

Mira holds a seal which has the power to start the apocalypse. A recently escaped minion from Hell wants it. But when  ruggedly handsome warrior, Kagan, shows up to serve as Mira’s divine bodyguard, she wants none of it.

Kagan hails from a group of Scions – an elite team of immortal warriors who will have you squirming with glee. That’s a good thing because Seal of Destiny is the first book in a unique Paranormal Romance series. Judging by Book One, this series promises hearty alpha males, strong heroines and villains that come alive on the page.

As with any series, the first book  sets the stage and introduces characters who will appear in future stories. Pay attention because it can sometimes prove confusing sorting through the supporting cast. A very minor issue.

If you want a fresh take on the apocalypse, heaven and hell, this is the series to read. I found the dialogue witty, the pace fast and the sexual tension delicious. I’m pretty sure you will too. Read on for a detailed description and excerpt.

Seal coverSeven Seals Series Book OneTraci Douglass

Genre: Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Crimson Romance

Number of pages: 263
Word Count: 70,000

Book Description:

Love conquers all… but can it stop the Apocalypse?

Mira Herald is having the worst life ever.  Not only is she plagued by horrific nightmares starring the Devil himself, she’s now the target of a power-hungry, rogue minion, freshly sprung from Hell and bent on her destruction.  To complicate matters further, she’s acquired a stalker. One who insists he’s a divine warrior sent for her protection because she houses an ancient relic with the power to unleash Armageddon. Last time Mira checked, she wasn’t insane. Still, all this celestial mayhem is enough to drive a girl crazy.

Kagan is a member of the Scion, an elite team of immortal warriors selected by Divinity to aid mankind and save the world. After a century alone, Kagan is summoned for a new mission. He’s eager to begin. Eager until he’s informed his mission consists of protecting a woman with no clue to the power she wields. Plus, his briefing fails to prepare him for his new target’s cosmic-sized attitude problem.  As Divinity’s sworn servant, he’s required to fulfill his duty. His oath, however, does not require him to be enthusiastic about his new assignment or warm-and-fuzzy toward his new compatriot. He plans a wham-bam rescue and a quick return to solitude.

The rogue minion attacks—with the backing of a mysterious organization—and all Hades erupts, putting a fast end to any whirlwind escapes. Accustomed to staunch independence, Mira’s survival now requires full cooperation and an unwavering belief in Kagan. The battle-hardened warrior is also forced to chose: between duty and desire. Amidst the turmoil, Kagan and Mira’s undeniable passion draws them closer to each other and down a path neither expected but both yearn for, more than they ever knew.

Will love save the day? The world’s fate depends on the answer.


“Basta!” Kagan grabbed her by the arm and twisted slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to let her know he meant business as he directed her to a corner booth. He ignored the half-full beverages and coats scattered on the seats and shoved Mira into the confined space. When the booth’s original owners took issue with his hostile takeover, Kagan dispatched them with a lethal glare. He wasn’t sure where the girl had gotten the idea his mind was damaged, but he was damn sure he didn’t like it. He moved in behind her to block her escape.

“Oh, hell, no!” After several unsuccessful strikes to his muscled physique, Mira tried to slide out beneath the table. The angle proved too awkward. Defeated, she shoved as far away as she could into the corner and propped those killer boots on the seat in front of her in warning. “You better let me out of here, asshole, before I call the cops! I caught you stalking me, pervert!”

Kagan took a deep breath. He never lost his cool in battle, and he wasn’t about to start now. “Pervert? You’re of age, si?”

Mira glared. Kagan ticked through their earlier interactions, searching for a reason behind her intense hostility. His preternatural instincts sensed her intention before her hand reached his carotid. He blocked her quickly, locking her small hand within his and forcing it to the table beneath his own. Her pulse raced against his palm. He took another swig of beer then flashed his most endearing grin. “Let’s start over.” He released his bottle and extended his hand. “I’m Kagan.”

She refused to acquiesce. Kagan spoke in quiet tones meant to calm, to reassure. “I know I’m a stranger, but we have things to discuss.” He glanced around the crowded club, at the bodies packed tight. “We can’t do it here, though—no privacy. My apartment is close. Why don’t we go there and talk?”

Mira kicked him hard in the thigh.

“Merda!” Kagan grabbed his throbbing leg. “What’s in those damn boots? Marble?”

“Let me out of here, jackass, before I sideline your baby-maker!” Mira struggled within the tight confines of the booth. As she squirmed, the spicy scent of her shampoo wafted, and he was overcome with the strangest urge to plunge his hands into the riotous mass of her hair, to feel it curl around his fingers. She tugged on the hand pinned beneath his, and his thumb traced over her thudding veins. His heart pounding along with hers. The odd tingle sped through his torso, and his mouth turned to cotton. Her gaze blazed up at him, a swirling mix of green and golden brown. He noted the dark smudges below and wondered what kept her from slumber.

Dolce Cristo! Kagan looked away, fought for control. This was getting way out of hand. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d bedded a woman, but apparently it had been far too long.

About the Author:

TraciDouglasTraci is the author of paranormal/urban fantasy and contemporary romances featuring a sly, urban edge, including her current SevenSeals series. Her stories feature sizzling alpha-male heroes full of dark humor, quick wits and major attitudes; smart, independent heroines who always give as good as they get; and scrumptiously evil villains who are—more often than not—bent on world destruction. She enjoys weaving ancient curses and mythology, modern science and old religion, and great dialogue together to build red-hot, sizzling chemistry between her main characters.

A storyteller since childhood, she began putting her tales down on paper in November 2011 after the idea for the Seven Seals Series occurred to her in a dream. She finished the first draft of what was to become Seal of Destiny in one month and decided to pursue a full-time writing career in January of 2012. Life has now been a rollercoaster, crash course in pursuing your dreams.

Traci is an active member of Romance Writers of America (RWA), Indiana Romance Writers of America (IRWA) and Fantasy, Futuristic & Paranormal Writers (FF&P) and is pursing a Masters of Fine Arts degree in Writing Popular Fiction through Seton Hill University. Her stories have made the final rounds in several RWA chapter contests, including the 2012 Duel on the Delta, the 2012 Molly Awards, and the 2012 Catherine Awards. An earlier draft of Seal of Destiny won the paranormal category of the 2012 Marlene Awards sponsored by the Washington Romance Writers.

Other current projects include upcoming books in the Seven Sealsseries and a new futuristic detective series with hints of the paranormal and plenty of romance.

Website: http://www.tracidouglass.net

FB Author Page: http://www.facebook.com/TraciDouglassAuthor 

Twitter: @Traci_Douglass

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/8112113-traci-douglass

Publisher: www.crimsonromance.com

SPOTLIGHT AUTHOR: Jacqueline Paige


JACQUELINE PAIGE – Author of Paranormal Romance

If you love romance steeped in “other-worldly” settings, you’ll love author Jacqueline Paige’s latest, HEART – Book 1 in the Animal Trilogy. I’ve also included information on her earlier series, The Magic Seasons. Stories to whisk you away for a romantic interlude . . . just in time for Valentine’s Day!


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By Jacqueline Paige

Three women without knowledge of their true heritage…

Three men that have waited for their mate all of their lives…

Hearts and tempers collide with wild passions and animal instincts in the Animal Trilogy

Torn from her sheltered life, Rayne is alone and scared after she discovers her fiancé is not the man she thought he was.  Unable to accept the corrupt world he belongs to, she flees to the furthest possible location she can reach on her own.  Nothing could ever prepare her for the journey and what she finds out when she arrives.

Is she strong enough to survive on her own?

The epitome of the lone wolf, Devin stays in the wilderness and far away from people, avoiding the decision of whether to accept his title as leader and alpha of the pack.  One alluring woman stirs up his resolve and passion when she disturbs his solitary world.  The man inside is tempted in a way he can’t understand but his wolf knows he’s found his mate.

Can he have her without succumbing to the responsibilities waiting for him?



From Beltane Magic
Book I in the Magic Seasons

Paranormal Romantic Suspense
Available in eformats and paperback

Publisher: Class Act Books

Step into a world of magic and passions….

Take a dash of spice, heat it
Add a flash of magic and watch the sparks fly
Toss in a killer that’s targeting women
Add a handful of witches from all paths to stir it all together…
Each were willing to spend their lives alone and safe; until they’re touched by Beltane Magic.

Can they survive their pasts to be together as they struggle to find a killer before the wheel turns again?



The Solstice Heat –
Book II in the Magic Seasons series
By Jacqueline Paige

Publisher buy link: Class Act Books

Passion and magic that burns

Kasey is a woman that exudes energy and brightness; she is as equally passionate when angry as she is when she’s happy. The energy she carries from life comes through in all her magical workings with spells and stones, giving them great magical strength. She is a dreamer and often wishes she could re-write her own story so that she was charming and sophisticated enough to be with a certain wealthy male lawyer she wants more than anything else.

Chris is a force of strength and experience that is carefully hidden behind the easy mannerism he has adapted so carefully.  There is nothing he cannot do where magic is concerned and he has tried all manner of things, whether right or wrong.  His fortune has left him wanting for nothing else in life, except the one thing money can’t buy him, the woman he feels too unclean to approach.

Separated by two different life styles yet their passion and magic ignite sparks hotter than the Solstice heat.

Can they work out a way to be together as they try to stop a killer from striking again?



Harvest Dreams
Book III in the Magic Seasons series

Publisher buy link: Class Act Books

Armed with magic and a plan …

Armed with magic and a plan for the Lammas festival as a group they are determined to stop the killer from harming anyone again.

With a plan of his own, Steven decides to persuade Rachel that they’re meant to be together.
Rachel is a woman that lives carefree with a buoyant recklessness. She loves being a flirt and has spent many years indulging that side of her personality. Her energy draws others; her character is to protect all those that cannot protect themselves.  When she’s not riding on life, she is helping children less fortunate then herself.

Steven is man that gives more than his energy usually allows.  He is a highly respected pediatrician that always goes that extra step to ensure all in his care are receiving his utmost attention.  He often sacrifices sleep to spend time with his friends, and he can’t seem to help affably chasing the skirt of the one woman that breaks his easy going charm and makes him forget he’s supposed to be the jovial.  He hides his strength in body and magic, never letting others know that he is more than the carefree man with everything he needs.

Armed with magic and a plan for the Lammas festival as a group they are determined to stop the killer from harming anyone again.  With a plan of his own, Steven decides he’s done waiting for Rachel to see that they’re meant to be together and takes things into his own hands.


Autumn DanceFront Cover - Autumn Dance
Book IV in the Magic Seasons series

At the autumn gathering twelve angry and determined witches use their power to draw out the killer before anyone else can become a victim.

With his magic ability Dade has control like no other— if he had that in his everyday life he could have the one thing he wants.

Coralee is a woman that represents grace and simplicity.  She has the skill of being able to feel emotion, aura and see beyond the now.  The pain sometimes associated with this gift has forced her to live her life from a distance.  She decided early in life what she wanted, and returned from her years away at school set to obtain her biggest dream. Unfortunately she has found the past few years lacking just that as she waits for the man she wants to stop and look at her instead of every female that throws themselves in his path.

Dade is a man that follows life simply, yet his charitable personality brings him a wealth of   satisfaction.  He is the first to lend a hand, the last to stay and help and the one everyone calls when something goes wrong.  Even though his own generous nature fills his life, he still manages to find time enough to get himself into a mess at every turn and spends most of the time imploring forgiveness from the one sexy voodoo woman he can’t seem to get close to.

Jacq_lake_smlAbout the Author:

Jacqueline Paige is a world class multi-tasker being a mother to five adventurous and unpredictable children, a cafe manager and having a colossal imagination that allows her to step outside of reality into a world of paranormal romance —with just a touch of suspense.

Jacqueline lives in Ontario, Canada and avoids the ever changing weather of the region she lives in by creating other worlds to fall into in her stories of all things paranormal.

Her first book was published in 2009 and since then has published ten.  She is always writing and currently has more than a dozen stories in one stage or another of the writing process.

You can find all of Jacqueline’s books at: www.jacqpaige.webs.com