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Blurb:

It's All Hallow's Eve, and Andrea Ralowski is ready to get over her ex and live it up and let it go down at her town's masquerade ball. 

But the sleepy little town of Briarwood Hollow just outside Salem is hiding more behind its masks than Andrea knows. Turns out the werewolf she got her howls on with is literally a werewolf and now alpha Rex Rivers wants to make her one too as his fated mate. But it's her choice. After all, he says, someone like her could become too powerful once bitten...

As cryptic as that is, it prompts her to dive into her past, sure her life couldn't get weirder than a predestined wolf man mate... but it does. She learns that she doesn't just have a little magic in her past, but a lot. The kind that got her ancestors burned and could make things around Briarwood a little hot for her too. 

Excerpt:

“You need to realize that I’m not a shifter and I don’t abide by your shifter rules.”

“You’ll abide by whatever I say,” he says. His voice is grouchy, and the words come out through a growl.

I close my eyes. I’m not supposed to react this way. I’m not supposed to like him talking to me like this.

But I do.

God, I do.

“You aren’t the boss of me, Rex.” I force my eyes open, only to realize he’s closer to me. Too close. Our bodies are inches away from each other, like we’re magnets just waiting to attach to each other. “You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“I hate to break it to you, sweetheart,” he says, tilting his head down so his lips are so close to mine, “but you belong to me. Every inch of yours is mine. And I’ll prove it.”

With that, he lunges for me.

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AUTHOR INTERVIEW

Hello and welcome, readers! We have SAPPHIRE WINTERS here with us today. SAPPHIRE, thanks for visiting us.

How long have you been a writer and how did you come to writing?

I haven’t been a writer very long. I started on fan fiction in 2018 and when 2020 took a turn for the worst I decided to create my own worlds through writing. 

Tell us about your title featured in: A Cursed All Hallows’ Eve

It’s HOT and I mean scorching hot. Andrea and Rex steam up the pages as they learn all about each other and their powers.

How did you come up with the storyline? 

As cliché as it sounds, it came to me in a dream… just bits and pieces of course but it was enough to create a mini outline and go from there.

Tell us about your other books: 

I’m currently have a phoenix shifter book out now and she meets a shifter hunter, its amazing, if I do say so myself ;) I am working on a gentlemans club/ BDSM shifter series that I’m super excited about.

Where can readers find you? 

https://www.amazon.com/Sapphire-Winters/e/B0845WYMM9 

authorsapphirewinters@gmail.com 

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About the Author: 

Sapphire Winters is a new paranormal romance author with a love for shifters! Her heroines are strong and sassy fighters who don't give up, and her stories provide an escape where readers can leave their world behind.

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Excerpt from Marnie's Tale by Erzabet Bishop

The vibrations rolling under Marnie’s skin and between her thighs made it difficult to eat. Every time she took a bite, Emerson ramped up the power. Her nipples had grown to hardened points and her panties were becoming sodden with the evidence of her lust.

“I…” She began, but shut her mouth as he held up a ranch laden sweet potato fry.

“Taste it. You’ll love it.” His voice wrapped around her like a hot blanket of sin. He brushed the ranch end against her lips and as she opened her mouth, he moved it out of her reach. Emerson slid closer in the booth so their thighs were touching. He leaned down, licking the ranch off with his tongue.

His mouth covered hers hungrily and Marnie was lost. Fingers slid forcefully between her thighs over her aching clit and he began to rub in time with a series of pulses from the vibe.

“Shit.” She hissed and closed her eyes. Her body began to unwind as the friction of his hand led her into unknown territory. How did you have an orgasm in a room filled with people?

“Language.” Emerson’s hand trailed up the curve of her stomach to pinch her erect nipple.

Marnie screwed her eyes shut and sucked in a harsh cry. His fingers blazed a trail of fire down her belly and plucked at the waistband of her panties.

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Chapter One

“You know, if you stay like that long enough, one of the boys is going to think you’re one of the mail room owls.” Cynthia twirled her long black hair around her finger and smirked. She smoothed her hands down her sweater and snagged her tablet off the desk.

Merryn ruffled her feathers and transformed back to human form, a scowl on her lips. “Bitch. This isn’t Hogwarts.”

Cynthia shrugged, picking up her books. “I only speak the truth. Come on. Professor Jenkins doesn’t care if you transform twenty times. If you can’t do it in front of the class next Tuesday for the exam, you’re toast.”

“I know…” Merryn sighed. “Why didn’t I go to a college with a normal curriculum? What’s so bad about accounting? Or even a business class?”

A corner of Cynthia’s mouth twitched. “Um. Let’s see. You’re a witch, maybe? And why would you ever want to? Montelier is a good school. Hell, it’s the only school on the east coast. You should be happy.”

Merryn picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder. “I just want a normal life. A job. You know…”

“Normal is boring. And no, you don’t. What about that weird class you’re taking? The one you talked about yesterday. The freaky medical one you said you actually liked?”

“Yeah,” Merryn grimaced. “Alchemy of forensic osteology.”

“That’s a mouthful.”

“I know. Oh, damn.”

“What?”

“I have to run by the lab and grab my notes. We’re studying one of the recent deaths in the shifter stalker case, and I was supposed to have a report in two days.”

“You have to go now? Why don’t you come with me to the bar first? I bet we can pick up a couple of guys and make a night of it.”

“Says you who never failed at anything in her whole undead life,” Merryn snorted. “No. I’m behind already. If I don’t get this paper turned in I’m toast.”

“Huh. I beg to differ. I can’t cast a spell for shit and you know it. I’m just taking this class for the credits.” She gave her a lopsided grin and waggled her eyebrows suggestively. “And the hot teacher.”

“You’re awful.”

“But it’s fun. It keeps me busy and, most importantly, out of Roark’s grand designs of vampire matchmaking.”

“Is he still doing that? How does a Master vampire have the time?”

Cynthia’s nose crinkled. “He never quits. It’s all for the good of the family. Blah, blah, blah. I’m trying to convince Mari to come back. It’s been a few months since the attack.”

Merryn paused. “Wait. Was she the girl that got mauled outside the Copper Kettle a while back?”

“Yup, and now that she’s sort of dating Roark’s bestie, he’s fuming and has relaxed with pawning her off on pimply faced assholes like Jared.”

Merryn paused, a frown spreading across her face. “You mean that guy from Vampire Studies?”

“Unfortunately,” Cynthia replied, her lips curling up into a wicked smile. “Word has it she left him tied up with a pair of her panties in the garden.”

“Oh my God. I wish I could have seen that.”

“You’d have to actually go someplace that isn’t work or school.”

“Did you go?”

“I did.”

“Did you see anything?”

“No. I was too busy talking with the girls and missed it. But, damn, that would have been funny.”

“Yeah.” Merryn followed Cynthia into the hall. The last class of the day was over almost an hour ago and the hallways were a ghost town. Most students would be in Salem proper, getting ready for the Halloween festivities. Except her.

“Are you going down to the Psychic Fair?”

“Naw. I thought I’d head over to the library before I go to Broomstix. Well, after I grab my notes anyway.”

“You have to work tonight?”

Merryn shook her head. “I wasn’t supposed to, but Bridget left me a message to drop by before I went home.”

Cynthia brightened. “Maybe she got in some of those cool new witch hats.”

“Leave it to a vampire to say that. I’ll tell her you’re in the market for one. See you later.”

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1.      Dates with my husband.

2.      Trips to Charleston with my family

3.      Drinking a hot hazelnut coffee in peace and quiet

4.      Reading a good book

5.      That moment when I type THE END

Kassandra Darkmorré is hiding behind the mask of humanity, living her life as nothing more than a spectator. She watches, knowing the outcome of the lives around her.

They lived.

They died.

While she was left all alone.

She never imagined one of her hospice patients would figure out what she was or ask for an explanation on her death bed. And Kassandra surely didn’t expect the dying woman to give her something she hadn’t had in almost two hundred years. Hope.“What you desire most is achievable. You must accept the invitation when it’s presented.”While on the search for her true desire, she finds the man of her one and only dream, Cyrus Good. The attraction between them is instantaneous, but Kassandra can’t help but feel like something is missing. And that maybe he has secrets as  sinister as Salem itself.

And what about Xavier Drago? The mysterious man keeps popping up when she least expects him to. As annoying and demanding as he is, though, she can’t help but be drawn to him just as intensely.

It all began with an invitation, but will it end with a happily ever after?

Excerpt from Behind The Mask by C.E. Black

Kassandra

I put on my coat, buttoning it up to my chin, and threw a scarf around my neck for good measure. Though the fall night had turned brisk, and the people entering the hospital from outside all wore matching red noses, I didn’t need the coat. But I liked the feeling of being one of them.

Seeing my little friend from earlier that evening waiting on me, I crouched down to get closer and held out my hand. “Hi again, little guy,” I said softly.

He purred as he bumped his onyx-colored head against my hand. Smiling, I rubbed my palm over his soft back. He didn’t have a collar, and though he looked fairly clean I could see his ribs showing, he was so thin. “Are you hungry, boy?” He wrapped around my leg in answer, and I laughed as I scooped him up in my arms. “Then let’s get you something to eat.” I was starving, but my hunger could wait. This guy probably hadn’t seen a decent meal in weeks.

After a stop at the grocery store for all the essentials he might need, I rushed home to my condo. Though in a hurry, I still took the time to fill a bowl with cat food and another with water. While he chowed down, I set up the litter box, and by the time I’d finished I couldn’t ignore the ache any longer.

I pulled the blood bag from my purse, put it in the microwave, then pressed the quick thrity-second button before grabbing a glass out of the cabinet. Warm blood was much more satisfying. Before the microwave dinged, I pulled out the bag and cut open the top with my kitchen shears. My mouth watered as the fresh, metallic scent reached my nostrils, and a small moan squeezed from my lips.

Careful not to spill a drop, I poured the thick red liquid into the glass before tossing the empty bag in the trash. I could have pierced the bag with my teeth, as they had already elongated, ready to feed, but I had the need to do things a more human way. Drinking from the glass made me feel like less of a monster.

As usual, I started off by sipping leisurely, as though it was a fine wine I’d purchased for pleasure, but as the sweet coppery flavor burst over my tongue, my hunger seized control, and the glass was empty less than a second later.

Staring at the thin red film that coated the inside of the glass, I licked my lips. I had the insane idea to use my finger to scrape off every last bit. Not a good sign.

Feeling eyes on me, I turned to find the cat sitting next to his empty bowls, watching me. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he looked curious, maybe even a bit anxious. “Don’t worry, boy. You have nothing to fear from me.” I could have sworn he nodded before he stalked out of the room.

Shaking my head, I rinsed out the glass, breathing a sigh of relief when it was clear of all blood. “Not classy, Kassandra,” I said to myself. I hadn’t been feeding enough, but how could I justify taking another’s source of life? These bags of blood would save a human life. At as little as one a week, that was fifty-two deaths a year I could potentially cause.

It was bad enough the donor center was amidst a shortage. The possibility that my necessary feeding habit would cause issues had guilt eating away at me. But it was better than taking from the source. I’d never do that. Never again.

C.E. Black self-published her first book in 2011 and has since published several novels, novellas, and short stories. Though she began her writing career in the Paranormal Romance genre, she found her niche in erotic PNR/Fantasy with her breakout novel, Shifted Temptations. What started out as a standalone romance, became the Amazon best selling Alpha Division series. Though steamy romance, hunky heroes, and feisty heroines are C.E.'s specialty, she enjoys surprising her readers with action-filled plots and exciting twists that makes for a fast-paced read.

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Five Favorite Things: 

1. Being Lazy - Having no pressing appointment, no rush jobs, just sitting back and having a coffee

2. My medication - Not the happiest thing, but without it, I really wouldn't be here.

3. My husband - When the medication doesn't work, he does.

4. My home - It's not as clean as it could be, and the garden and lawn are overgrown, and it needs a few renos, but really, I love my house and my neighbourhood.

5. My daughter - She drives me insane, but I would do anything for her.

Summer Parker has moved to Salem, into her great-grandmother's house. Once there, she is plagued by the sensation of someone watching her. Added to that, she is having strange dreams about her ancestor, Mark Parker, who was one of Salem’s witches. Her human roommates remove most of the eeriness of her predicament, but the intangible roomie is making himself at home too. After a close call, the identity of her resident ghost is revealed. But if Geoffrey is the ghost, does that make her Mary Parker? One thing is certain, Geoffrey is as determined to protect her. WARNING: Suicide Trigger.

Although classic, the house had been maintained and renovated over the years, so it looked quaint, but had central heating, hot water on demand, and proper outlets in all the walls. There was even an Ethernet outlet in the sitting room under an old writing desk that had been converted for a keyboard tray and monitor.

“Sweet.” Summer ran her hand over the warm brown wood, polished to shine. She had opted not to keep the cleaners, saving a few pennies by keeping house herself. It wasn’t an option to normal renters. The cleaning crew could alert the management company of problem tenants before much damage could be done.

Summer shivered with a chill that was likely the result of rain water. Her hair, where it had escaped her hood, dripped. She shrugged off the slicker and left it with the boots, then took her tote and suitcase up the stairs. Creaks accompanied her climbing, and that sound echoed as well. She would have to set up a portable stereo or something. The place was too creepy with no one in it. There were four bedrooms in total—two tiny, one fairly large and a master suite, which she claimed.

She snorted at the thought. It had a sink attached. Not even a toilet. Not really a suite. It was the largest bedroom, though, and would give her somewhere to brush her teeth and fix her hair once her roommates arrived.

Flopping on the bed, she looked up at the plaster ceiling and saw a myriad of tiny cracks. Was that a bad thing? Would pieces of it start falling on her? Standing on the duvet in damp socks, she stretched to see it better.

“Ew.” They weren’t cracks but strings of cobwebs, tons of them. She couldn’t reach, but she would be back with a broom before sleeping. And she might not be able to sleep even then.

She would head out for food—eat out tonight or get groceries for tomorrow—but there was one more thing to do before that. Her tablet rested in her tote bag, and she sent a message to Mom, Aunt Marge, and Della, her best friend from Montreal. They would all want to know that she arrived safely, that the house was in great shape—she didn’t mention the cobwebs, the cleaners hadn’t been in since the last renter left—and she was excited to start class in a couple of days.

Formalities done, she looked out the window into the grey September evening and considered ordering in pizza. It made more sense to get groceries, though. After all, she would need breakfast as well. Judging the rain, she wondered if it was worth waiting for it to pass.

She spun around, the overwhelming sense of someone watching her coming from the closet. That made no sense. She opened the doors wide, revealing a bare bar with several hangers that rattled as air swept out.

Leaning in, Summer looked left and right, examining the corners. Maybe it was a mouse. Nope.

She hopped down the stairs and put on her jacket. Suddenly groceries and rain seemed better than staying where she was. Had Aunt Marge said anything about high turnover, or infestations, or anything? She set a quick pace and tried to recall, but nothing came to mind. The turnover was high, but that was just because students only stayed for a few years. Still, she would email Marge tonight.

When she returned with the groceries, her arms aching slightly from the weight of them, the eerie feeling was gone. Relieved, she took her time putting away milk, bread, cereal, and everything else. The deli sandwich came last and she took her time eating it.

Climbing the stairs, she yawned. It had been a long trip and she hoped for a less grey day tomorrow.

When she was curling up in bed, the sensation of being watched returned. “Who’s there?” she asked, feeling stupid. Who was going to answer her?

There was no reply, but her bedroom door squeaked on its hinge, swinging in slightly. She closed her eyes and told herself it was her imagination. One thing was certain, she would be thrilled when her roommates arrived. This place was too empty, just like the large bed, filled with only herself.

Angelica Dawson, bestselling Naughty Nights Press author, has been writing for several years and having sex a lot longer than that. Angelica is a wife, mother and environmental consultant. Her love of plants and the outdoors is not diminished by the bloodsucking hoards -- mosquitoes and black flies, not vampires.

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