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Paranormal Romance Feature: Spirit Board by Erzabet Bishop @erzabetbishop

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Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy


Arcane Imaginarium Book One

Two mates are better than one…

Vanessa lives vicariously through the romance heroines in her overflowing bookshelf. No real man can ever measure up to the sultry, shapeshifter heroes with their feral smiles—or so she thinks until a creepy costume shop and a chance encounter with a fortuneteller shake up her ordinary life. When Vanessa’s best friend brings her to a sexy costume party, she realizes more than fur is going to fly.

Rick is an Alpha cat shifter and co-owner of the Imaginarium. When he scents the luscious Vanessa, he has no intention of letting her slip away. But Rick isn’t the only man searching for his one true love. Cian is a former Captain of the Winter Court in Faery, wielder of shadows and magic. When Fey enchantment and shifter might collide, more than mere hearts are caught in the crossfire. And as a threat looms closer with the turning of the season, both men may be the keys to Vanessa’s heart—and her survival.

Reader note: contains BBW heroine, ménage, spanking, light BDSM, and erotic romance elements

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“Do you want your fortune told, my dear?” The crone’s rheumy eyes met hers, and a shiver slid down her back. The woman gave her the willies.


“Please. Be my guest. It will be my treat to show you your fortune.”

Indecision warred within her. “I’m here with my friend.”

“Go ahead! Get your fortune read.” Aria came up beside her and looped an arm around her neck. “Let’s find out what kind of night you’re going to have at the party.”

“OK.” Vanessa made her way to the small table and lowered herself into the seat. In front of her laid a strange-looking Ouija board printed with an alphabet and a yes and no.

The older woman took an item out of a wooden box and placed it carefully on the surface of the board.

“What’s that?”

“It’s called a planchette, silly.” Aria rolled her eyes and grinned at the annoyed look Vanessa gave her.

“I’ve never used one of these, OK? My father would kill me.”

“Why? Does he think they’re a portal to some other dimension or something?”

Vanessa wrinkled her nose. “I’m not sure. He just never let anything like it in the house. It’s beautiful.” The workmanship of the board and the intricate lettering transfixed her. She reached out to touch the planchette but the older woman stopped her.

“Not yet, my girl. First you must think of a question.”

“What kind of question?”

The woman’s thin lips curved upward. “The spirit board offers much guidance but also warns of things to come. Ask the right questions and you’ll find the answers you seek.”

“Cryptic, much?” Aria yawned. “Why don’t you play with the board and I’ll find you something to wear.”

“Sure. Whatever.” Vanessa focused her attention on the board in front of her. The letters weaved in front of her eyes.

“Now,” the old woman began, her eyes bright in her pale face, “think of the question you would like to ask the spirits. But be warned…”

“Of what?”

“The truth can wound or it can set you free.”

Vanessa held out her hand and the old woman enveloped it in her own. She placed Vanessa’s hand on the planchette and released her. “Fingertips only. Now…think of what you want to ask.”

Vanessa moved her fingers until only the tips touched the planchette. Her mind raced. There were so many questions she wanted answers to. Who was her mother? Not her father’s wife, but her biological mother. Should she go to this party with Aria on Friday or stay home like she always did, safe behind a pile of books?

Before the woman placed her own fingertips on the planchette, it took off toward the yes. Then it sped to the letters and began to spell out something.

“What the—?” Vanessa snatched her fingers away as if they’d been singed.

“Goddess…” The fortune-teller stood abruptly, knocking her chair over. Her brow contorted and her eyes were owlish with fear showing a ring of veined white around the iris. “Stop.”

“It’s still moving,” Vanessa whispered, her pulse hammering beneath her skin. “I’m trying to make out what it’s saying, but the thing is going too fast.”

“What’s going on over here?” Aria scrambled back toward the table, an expression of horror on her face. “Jesus, Vanessa.”

“I didn’t do it,” she snapped. “It’s wigging out.”


The old woman backed up, her eyes wide. “You must go to the party. Something you need will be revealed to you there. That is all I can tell you.” With that, she yanked the planchette off the board and swiftly tucked it back into the wooden box it came from. Without looking at either of the girls, the fortune-teller retreated into the back room, the door shutting behind her with a resounding thud.

“Thanks,” Vanessa called, a little too late.

“OK then. That wasn’t weird.” Aria grimaced. “Come on. I have a couple of dresses you need to look at.”

“Yeah. Sure. OK.” Anything to get her mind off of whatever just happened. “Freaky” didn’t even begin to cover it.

“How about this?” Aria raised her arm and a flowing Egyptian priestess costume dangled from her fingertips. The white fabric was sheer, but it had so many layers, it had the potential to work. Around the hanger was a plastic bag complete with golden armbands and some kind of bluish lapis necklace.

“OK,” Vanessa replied reluctantly. “Hand it over.”

Aria scurried over and passed the dress off, a smirk on her full lips. “This is going to look great on you. Just wait.”

“Sure.” As long as it got her out of here faster. Vanessa decided putting distance between the fortune-teller and her would be a good thing. “Why did I let you talk me into this again?”

“Cause you love me and you’ll have lots of fun?”

“You haven’t even told me what kind of party it is.”

Aria gave her a cheeky grin. “And ruin the surprise?”

About the Author:


Erzabet Bishop is an award-winning and bestselling author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Crave, Snow (Three Times More Lucky Box Set), Malediction (A Wicked Halloween Box Set), Map of Bones (A Wicked Affair Box Set), Sanguine Shadows (Vampire Bites Box Set), The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Heart’s Protector, Burning for You, Taming the Beast, Bayou Shadows (Nola Naughty Nine) Hedging Her Bets (Alpha Fever Box Set), Cat’s Got Her Tongue (Alpha Heat Box Set), Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming),The Devil’s Due (upcoming), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming), Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Sweet Seductions, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies.

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Paranormal Romance Feature: Possessing Prudence by Betty Ann Harris @authorbettyann

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Paranormal Romance/Mystery 


The scenic seaport town of Mystic Port is steeped in history. Prudence Trivit, the town’s historian, is on a mission to find out the truth about her Great Aunt Alexandra Beaudicort, who was accused and found guilty of murdering her husband, the Mayor of Mystic Port, back in 1897. Prudence, known as Prudy, is certain of her great aunt’s innocence.

A handsome young journalist, Dylan Monroe, is sent to Mystic Port to interview Prudy in advance of the town’s 250th anniversary celebration. Dylan immediately notices Prudy’s uncanny resemblance to her great aunt in the huge portrait of Alexandra that hangs in the museum. Stunned by her beauty and so intrigued by the story of Alexandra, Dylan falls for Prudy, and together they investigate to find out the truth. But uncovering the truth comes with some mishaps and mayhem. As the spirit of Alexandra points them in the right direction,the opposing spirits try to dissuade them.

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Dylan turned on the recorder and started asking questions. “I’m intrigued by this Beaudicort woman. Can you tell me more about her?”
“Yes, well, Samuel Beaudicort was the mayor of Mystic Port in the eighteen nineties. His bride, Alexandra, was actually in charge of his mayoral campaign. It was unusual for a woman prior to women’s suffrage to hold a position of such importance, and to have been successful in getting her husband elected.”
“Are you saying she was a woman ahead of her time?”
“Yes, I guess I am. From what I’ve been told and from what I’ve read about her, she was one of those women who wanted to have it all: a loving marriage, successful career, children, and she had an extreme interest in politics.”
“That’s quite interesting. She must have had a very full life.”
“Well, she did have one child, a son named Simon. Unfortunately, before she had a chance to have any more children, her husband, the mayor, died suddenly while in office. Devastated as she was to have lost her husband at such an early age, leaving her a widow at twenty-four, she carried on displaying grace and great strength. She wanted to take her husband’s place as mayor, but she was unable to do so.”
“Do you mean because she was a woman?”
“I’m not sure if she could have become mayor or not. I rather doubt it. But she wasn’t given the chance, because something happened that changed her life forever.” Prudy paused for effect.
Dylan appeared most intrigued. “Please, continue, what happened?”
“Alexandra was arrested for the murder of her husband.”

About the Author:


I’m a self-professed hopeless romantic and a lover of mysteries, suspense and crime novels. Spys, FBI special agents, and even your everyday experienced sleuths are involved in most of my books, however, I’m now expanding into the world of paranormal and historical romance.

Eureka Point, the first in the Protected Heart Series, was a labor of love and the story behind the book was something I’d been thinking about for many years before I actually started plunking those keys. I loved writing it!

The story, which takes place in what I found out after I’d written the book, is an actual place in Northern California, is a spellbinding tale of love, deceipt, crime and passion. The setting, the seaside town of Eureka, speaks for itself with its dangerous cliffs and rocky shores; the perfect place for danger and a mystery, and perhaps even a murder to take place.

After Eureka Point came the sizzling hot thriller, A Very Special Agent, as Special Agent Stephen O’Leary tries to save bestselling romance author, Maggie Tyler from a psychotic stalker. Following A Very Special Agent came Danger in Paradise in which Ruby Stone, my first beautiful female special agent, saves and falls in love with her future husband.

My first paranormal romance, Possessing Prudence, debuted in August of 2015 and is 5-star reviewed. Prudence Trivit tries to solve a murder mystery and becomes involved with the spirit of her Great Aunt Alexandra who was accused of murdering her husband, the mayor of Mystic Port back in 1897. With the help of the handsome journalist, Dylan Monroe, Prudy finds herself deeply involved in this mystery involving her late great aunt and enlists the help of a psychic medium. Is Prudy in for more than she bargained for?

Go ahead, get swept away in mystery, romance and suspense…

Historical Fantasy Feature: A Necessary Darkness by Susan Catalano @scatu2

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Historical Fantasy, Time Travel, Paranormal Romance


The fate of Salem is in her hands…

In the the thrilling conclusion to The Timeless Ones, Merry finds that sometimes power isn’t enough to save the ones you love. As she fights to gain control of her memories and her life, William struggles to overcome the Tall Man’s mark and maintain any good that remains inside him.

Meanwhile, unnatural disasters plague Salem, intensifying with the approach of William’s birthday, the day his light is strongest. As Salem prepares for its annual Halloween celebration, the Tall Man’s plot unfolds, and when the doors to the dead open on October 31st, Merry, William, and the people of Salem will face their greatest challenge.

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It came then, the wickedness she’d been seeking. The Tall Man’s presence sliced through her skin like a piercing blade, dirtying her mind with his vile intentions.

He stood in the crowd as if he were any other reveler. Dressed in a dark suit that hung off his tall frame, wispy white hair fluttering in the breeze—he looked like an ill-dressed funeral director. This evening, even though his eyes glowed like red-hot coals, he failed to truly stand out among the elaborate costumes of the revelers. Yet as others passed by—a winged gargoyle, a purple-headed witch, a dead bride and groom—they all unwittingly gave wide berth to the Devil in their midst.

Merry pressed back into the shadows of the brick buildings lining the street, hand against her chest, heart pounding as though to meet it. This has to be done. She knew it. But, all these people didn’t deserve to be brought into this fight. Her fight. There had to be some way to get the Tall Man away from here. Her breath hitched as the Devil turned his gaze in her direction. She pressed herself further into the darkness, and though a large group of costumed partygoers stood between her and her nemesis, she didn’t trust that her presence had gone unnoticed.

A woman stopped and took a picture of Merry. “Great costume! You look like a real pilgrim.”

“Puritan,” Merry automatically corrected, but the woman had already moved on to photograph a knight and his horse. Merry moved parallel to the procession, peering between people to try to spot the Tall Man, but he too had disappeared into the multitude. His iniquity remained, hanging in the air like a suffocating poison.

Once again, Merry’s toe caught an uprooted brick. This time a man wearing a dark coat caught her. Her gaze fixed on the pale face of the man who supported her. Blood dripped down his chin as he grinned at her surprise with a fanged smile. “Careful there,” he said with a wink and released her arm. One side of her lips lifted in an embarrassed smile, but he’d already moved on. Merry observed the cobblestones at her feet, once again finding a broken line of bricks. She didn’t recall Essex Street being in such bad repair.

She nudged a stone with her toe, coming to the slow realization that people had unconsciously arranged themselves on either side of the broken line of stones, forming a thin gap down the center of Essex Street. With a turn of her head to the right, Merry followed the divide all the way past the Peabody Essex Museum and to the left, as it continued toward the Witch House. She wrinkled her nose as the odd scent of decay once again assaulted her. Merry frowned and knelt, placing a tentative hand upon a lifted brick, pulling back when it trembled beneath her.

A foot away, a brick shifted, while another pushed upward a few inches beyond. One cautious step after the next, Merry followed the crooked bricks. A woman stumbled as she crossed the imaginary line, and Merry thought she saw a hand dart out from beneath the bricks. She scurried forward, but found nothing.

“Hey,” a nearby man shouted. “What the hell?”

Merry looked up. A man stomped on the ground attempting to tamp the bricks back into place. This time Merry was certain she saw squirming fingers beneath the man’s boot.

Something tickled her ankle.

Merry leapt backward with a shriek. More hands pushed through the cobblestone. Keeping a safe distance from the searching fingers, Merry knelt and placed her hand upon the cracked street. A pulse of yellow flew from her fingers and coursed through the crack. With a rumble that only someone concentrating may have distinguished from the general din, the earth shifted and bricks pressed and sealed the hands back into the soil.

A man, dressed in a ridiculous chicken costume, crouched beside her. “Did you lose something?”

Merry startled at the unexpected intrusion and leapt to her feet. She spared one last glance at the man and took off running. She ran away from the hustle of Essex Street, following the glow of the corpse trail. A sense of urgency overwhelmed her, and she summoned a bit of wind beneath her heels to increase her speed. She practically flew past the Witch House, at some point realizing where she was headed. Her neck itched with phantom discomfort as Merry raced toward Gallows Hill.

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Susan Catalano spent most of her youth in a one-traffic-light town in the Catskill Mountains of upstate New York. Her first act of writing consisted of scrawling a murderous confession on a crumpled piece of paper. She then told her 3rd grade friends that she’d found it in the wall of the spookiest room on the scary, vacant floor of the Victorian Hotel her family owned. Eventually, Susan ended up in Massachusetts where Salem, known as Witch City, captured her heart and imagination and inspired her first novel, The Timeless Ones.


Paranormal Romance Feature: The Mistress of the Vampires by Deliaria Davis @MattsBella

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Paranormal, Erotica, Romance

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Amelia was rebellious. She wanted to live her life as she saw fit, not in the shadows of her parents. And she was going to be a monster hunter. That was all until Draco kidnapped her from her back yard and used her as bait. Now she was looking at spending life as a slave to Draco, if her parents can’t save her.

Draco has wanted Amelia since he almost caught her years ago, before she realized what he was. He has finally come up with the perfect plan. Kidnap Amelia, kill her parents and turn her into his queen. What could go wrong? Nothing and everything at the same time.

Amelia hates him, loves her parents and wants her freedom. She doesn’t want to be in his bed as a human and he knows that he will have to trick her into his bed if he wants what he does. So Draco gets her parents to agree to fight for her freedom. And turns the odds against them.

Amelia has no choice but to agree to his terms. And then discovers that she wants everything that he has to offer. And more.

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It had been the coldest fall on record, and Amelia wasn’t sure why she hadn’t bothered to buy herself a jacket yet, especially since she was venturing out after dark. It was getting close to Halloween and monster activity was starting to go back up. Just that morning she had seen a troll walking down the street, without a glamour on. It was October after all, so she supposed no one cared, figuring it was just someone out to start Halloween festivities early this year.

Her parents had gone out of town for a while on work and though she wasn’t sure when they were going to be home, she figured it would be closer to Halloween. Every school event was sponsored by her mom and dad, including the upcoming Halloween dance that she was dreading going to. And if they were hosting a school event and not working, then they were there.

Being the daughter of Frank and Delsa Martin came with some great perks, but most of the time it came with all the fake people that come with being rich. She was rich and the people at school knew it, and all the girls wanted to be her friends, and all the boys wanted to date her. The only problem was that once they got to know her they all thought she was nuts. She had a fascination with monsters that she couldn’t explain to people. She couldn’t tell them that monsters were real, and that her parents hunted them. She had a big enough target on her back with the monsters trying to get her.

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Del was born in Port Angeles, Wa in 1987. After her mom was killed in a car accident, she was raised by both her mom’s and dad’s family, before being adopted by her aunt.

She grew up in Anchorage, Alaska, where she met the love of her life, marrying him on Halloween, while being pregnant with their first child.

She is a mother of 5 amazing children and lives in Spokane, WA with her Husband, 5 kids and 2 cats.

She enjoys writing in all Genres’ but prefers Romance in any sub-genre.

Her first Erotic Novel is coming soon.

In her spare time she loves helping friends and spending time with her family.

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$.99 and Giveaway! Gothic Historical Romance Spotlight: A Brush with Death by Josephine Blake @awordfromjojo

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Gothic Historical Romance, Paranormal

a brush with death

Release Date: 10/27/17

In 1888 London, Isabel Vanderton is facing down the society gossips with defiance and indifference. As the only child of Marcus Vanderton, she is the rightful heir to the Vanderton fortune, and whomever dares to marry her would inherit the lot, winner take all.

As rumors of her ill-health circulate, Isabel finds herself encountering suitor after suitor, no doubt hoping to win her hand—and her inheritance—before she passes to an early grave.

An endless wave of greedy suitors is not the only thing Isabel has to contend with. Her legs are failing her, her body is weak, and she is being haunted by a man of such breath-taking beauty that he cannot possibly exist.

But exist he does. Terrified of slipping into madness, Isabel tries to ignore the pull he has over her mind and her body as she suffers through encounter after encounter with a man no one but she can see.

Death is impatient.

Since Isabel’s mother died thirteen years ago, he has watched her. He has haunted her for years, and now he has come to claim what is rightfully his. He will have Isabel at any cost.

Determined, Death sets out on a careful game of seduction that threatens Isabel’s very sanity. She will succumb to him, or she will suffer the consequences.

As Isabel bargains desperately for her soul, Jack the Ripper stalks the London streets, endangering everything and everyone Isabel holds dear.

“Josephine Blake writes a good, wonderful combination of romance, action, humor and suspense.” —Amazon Reviewer

“Another great story. Love the great character development. Unusual turn of events to keep the reader guessing.” — Amazon Reviewer

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“I could do what I like to you. I could toy with your mind for decades and leave you shrieking in a corner of an asylum. I could take your life with one snap,” he demonstrated this beneath her nose, “of my fingers.”
“But you could not make me kiss you,” Isabel whispered. “You could not make me love you.”
The depth of these words seemed to have a powerful effect on him. He reeled back from her, and his eyes displayed a loneliness that was a millennium older than she; a sickness that was in his very existence.
“No,” he said quietly, “I cannot make you do that.”
He sat back down on the bed next to her, and Isabel contemplated his terrible lot.
“What did you do to deserve such a fate?”
He shrugged once more. “I was made for my duty, nothing more…” he wasn’t looking at her. “But for hundreds of thousands of years, I have watched human-kind. Is it so strange that a part of me has slipped?” He shook his head and then stood and faced her. He gave her an ironic bow and then spoke to the floor. “I owe you an apology, Madame,” he said, his voice very formal. “It did not occur to me that my attentions would be unwelcome.”
“That’s rather arrogant of you,” said Isabel bluntly, rolling her eyes to the ceiling. “Women don’t like just to be kissed out of nowhere, you know. We like to be courted.”
“Courted?” said Death in high astonishment, straightening up, “How am I supposed to accomplish that?”
“I’ll leave that up to you,” whispered Isabel through a wide yawn, and then she smiled at him and began to settle down into her bed. “However, if we won’t be going anywhere tonight, perhaps you would be so kind and dim the lights for me before you leave?”
Death smirked at her, reached across the bed, and turned out the light, then he was gone.
Isabel felt his presence vanish, and rolled over onto her back. Her legs ached, but if she wasn’t much mistaken, she had just had a brush with Death himself and lived to tell the tale. Not that she would. She chuckled, lying there in the dark, as she realized that she might indeed need to be committed to the asylum, for she had just issued Death with a formal invitation to court her at his convenience.

About the Author:

josephine blake

Josephine Blake is a historical romance author who enjoys a quiet life on the outskirts of Portland, OR. Her debut novel, Dianna, hit the shelves in August of 2016. Before publishing her own work, she worked as a freelance fiction and ghostwriter for numerous clients.

Josephine Blake is happily married and freely admits that her husband is the inspiration for every bit of romance she ever writes.

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