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“Two months ago my world
collapsed and the beast reigned.
Seven weeks ago the SRD
Nine days ago, they injected
me with something vile.
Today, I break free.
I’ll make them pay.”
Andy McNeilly wakes up from a horrible nightmare, only to discover it wasn’t a
dream, and she’s no longer quite so badass. Chemically curbed, Andy has lost
touch with her feras and beast when she needs them most. Can she regain control
of her supernatural abilities in time to reap retribution from her enemies, or
will she fall as fodder in a power play for control of Vancouver’s seedy
No feras. No beast. Whatever they shot me with blocked
my communication with the animals. Did it prevent shifting as well? I squeezed
my eyes shut and tried to call a form and change. Only a headache answered.
Dread flittered across my skin. Was this permanent?
As the Carus, the genetic throwback to the first
demi-god progeny of the beast goddess, I caged a beast with rage and power
rivaled by few, and possessed more than one animal familiar to shift into.
At least, I did until the SRD shot me full of
chemicals. Would I ever regain my abilities? Hear the indignant screech of the
peregrine falcon? Or the lusty purr of the mountain lion? Or soulful howl of
My heart hammered, punching bone. A buzzing sensation
filled my head. The “wrongness” of my condition grated against my nerves,
slicing them into slivers like a planer shucking off wood shavings.
Something in my abdomen swelled, as if the beast
pushed against whatever barrier caged and hid her from me.
I’ll get you out, I told her, not knowing if she could hear. We’ll make them pay.
Next week, on October 19th, the 5th and final installment of the Carus Series will release. To celebrate the release of this urban fantasy, full-length novel, I'm running a giveaway! Enter below and make sure to share! The winners will be announced on October 20th, 2016.
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- 5 audio copies of Shift Happens
- 5 audio copies of Beast Coast
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- 1 ebook of Carpe Demon
- 1 ebook of Shift Work
- 5 ebooks of BEAST OF ALL
- 5 ebooks of MOON, MIST & MAGIC
When Lizzie Adams returns as a ghost to a life she led in the 1800s, she is surprised to find herself on a ranch in Wyoming, but delighted to learn she was married to a handsome and loving man. The reasons for her return become clear when she discovers how she died, yet the unresolved issues surrounding her death leave her unable to either live in the 1800s or return to her present life.
Colby Gates misses the wife he loved, yet a ghost is a poor substitute. Re-married to a woman he doesn’t care for, and with outlaws searching for buried gold on his ranch, the spirit of his wife is a further complication.
Perhaps if the questions surrounding Lizzie’s death can be answered, the two can be together.
For all time.
“OH! I do beg your pardon. What
year are we pretending this to be now?”
Colby raised a brow in what looked
like slight irritation. “It’s 1897.”
“Ah! Of course! 1897. That would
explain a whole raft of things. No cell phones. In fact, no phones—”
“Well, there are phones, but not
“I see.” Lizzie shook her head as
if she would go along with this whole pretense. “And so I can’t phone a friend
to collect me in their car because, of course, there are no cars.”
“Well.” Colby hesitated. “I’m
afraid I have no idea what a ‘car’ is other than the car of a railroad train
but, yes, there aren’t any. Or do you mean automobiles? We have them—”
“But not here,” Lizzie finished for
him. Unable to help herself, she burst out laughing. Jason had really done a
good job, and this Colby fellow was a really good actor. He stayed in his part
throughout, gave nothing away. “Okay, listen….” She tried to take in a breath
but the corset was really biting into her now. “Is there someplace we can go,
is there someplace I can go and get the hell out of this corset or whatever the
heck you call it, and then perhaps you can give me a cup of tea or something,
and we can sort this out?”
“Elizabeth, there is something you
should know.” His voice was strained, hesitant.
“There’s a lot I should know, Colby
Gates, but what specific item have you got in mind?”
“I’m married. I re-married.”
Lizzie covered her eyes with her
hands and sighed with the weight of the universe on her shoulders. “Okay,
listen. Really. I don’t want to intrude on you and your wife, I don’t want to
be part of this ridiculous farce any more, and I sure as hell don’t want
anything more to do with Jason Beeme. Just let me go home, all right? Let me go
home? Please? Pretty please?”
Colby blew out a breath and shook
his head. “Elizabeth. Lizzie. I have no idea who Jason Beeme is, and this
‘farce’ as you call it, it puzzles me as well. I don’t know how you are here; I
only know what I’ve told you. We were married, happily married—very happily
married and then….”
“And then? What?”
“I died. I’m dead. I see.” Hysteria
was now setting in, and Lizzie couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped.
“I’m dead, but I’m here, is that it?”
“Soooo, like, if I’m dead, but I’m
here, I’m a ghost?” This made her laugh out loud.
Colby didn’t answer. It was as if
he hadn’t thought that at all, just been confused as much as she by the
situation. He seemed to mull this over now.
“Am I now a ghost as far as you are
His “yes” came out almost as a breath.
“Hmm. Well, I’m not a ghost, you’re
not a cowboy, and this, for sure, isn’t 1887.”
“Ninety-seven,” he corrected her.
She looked him in the eye, nose to
nose. “I don’t give a good flying…you-know-what, what year you think it is. I
want to go home, and I want to go home now, so just let’s stop playing around
with this shit and—”
“You never used to use such
“Mister! Colby! Please stop! The
year is 2016 and I can say whatever the hell I please. Women are liberated.
“But…it isn’t lady-like.”
“Well, excuse me! ‘Lady-like’!
Okay, I’ve had enough now. Take me home, please.” She rubbed her face with
exasperation; this whole sham was
“Elizabeth…Lizzie…you are home, you
know that. Only now…now—”
“Well, good for you. I’m glad. I
hope you’ll both be very happy. So, just take me to my apartment on Washington
Avenue in St. Louis.”
She thought he was gagging as he
rubbed his forehead.
“Lizzie: you’re in Wyoming. We’re
on a ranch near Buffalo, Wyoming. You’re miles from St. Louis.”
Lizzie could feel her eyes grow
big; she thought they might pop out of her head. “Wyoming? Boy, Jason really
did a job on me. Brother, how long was I out?”
Colby shook his head. “I have no
idea what you’re talking about. As I said, I don’t know a Jason, I can only
tell you it’s 1897, you’re in Wyoming, you’re my wife—or were my wife—before
Lizzie felt the breath was being
pressed out of her, and if she didn’t get out of this barn, and out of the
corset soon, she would, indeed, die for real. “Okay,” she said giving in, “I’m
dead. But this corset is killing me, so can we go some place and let me take it
off. Maybe your wife could help?”
“Sylvia is visiting her aunt over
in Kelly. She won’t be back for a few days.”
“How convenient!” Ha! One less actor to deal with.
“I’ll take you in the house and we
can sort things out there.” He offered her his hand, which she took, looking up
into his pale eyes, and let him lead her out of the barn into chill air. The
sun was laying its colors on the horizon and she figured it must be late
afternoon, wherever she was.
“So, I’m dead,” she said
“Well, you were. You seem very much
alive at the moment, I have to say, but that’s quite impossible.” He stopped.
Lizzie glanced over at what was no
doubt the house, a log structure of good proportion, with a lantern lit and
glowing through a window. The last rays of the sun elongated their shadows, and
for a moment, she tried to breathe in the cool air deeply.
“Impossible,” she whispered. “To be
here like this.” She turned to him, the attraction so great suddenly she wished
this wasn’t all some huge act laid on to fool her. “So, I’m dead,” she repeated
“Yes. I think so.” There was a
depth of sadness in his voice she couldn’t fathom.
“And how did I die, may I ask?”
Colby Gates stood stock still
beside her and let her hand go. He turned to her in the fading light, and
Lizzie could see him swallow hard as he removed his Stetson and brushed an
invisible speck from its brim before replacing it on his head. Then he looked
her in the eye.
A native New Yorker, Andrea Downing divides her time between the canyons
of city streets and the wide-open spaces of Wyoming. Her background in
publishing and English Language teaching has transferred into fiction writing,
and her love of horses, ranches, rodeo, and anything else western, is reflected
in her award-winning western romances. Loveland,
her first book, was a finalist for Best American Historical at the 2013 RONE
Awards. It has been re-released by Amazon Encore. Lawless Love, a short story,
part of The Wild Rose Press ‘Lawmen and Outlaws’ series, was a finalist for
Best Historical Novella at the RONE Awards.
Dearest Darling, a novella, part of The Wild Rose Press
Love Letters series, won Favorite Hero as well as several Honorable Mentions in
the Maple Leaf Awards. It has also won
the Golden Quill Award for Best Novella.
Dances of the Heart, her first contemporary
novel, came out 2015.
Learn aboutthe other stories in the Anthology below:
Wild Ghost by Margo Bond Collins
When Ruby Silver traded in her demon-hunting
rifle for a badge at the Tremayne Psychic Specters Investigations, she didn't
want another partner—losing the last one was too traumatic. But when a new case
in the Texas Hill Country pairs her up with the slow-talking, fast-drawing Trip
Austin, it will take all their combined skills to combat a plague of
poltergeists in this German-settled town.
An Outlaw by Keta Diablo
When a tragic accident claims her husband's life, Jesse Santos
must find a way to keep the ranch, the only home her 12-year-old son has ever
known. The ranch hands have abandoned her, a gang of cutthroat ranchers
want her land and an ancient Yaqui Indian insists a spirit has taken up
residence in the house.
After a fifteen year absence, her husband's brother, Coy,
returns to his childhood home. He doesn't plan on staying, and he certainly
doesn't intend to settle down with a widow and her son…no matter how pretty she
He's an outlaw, after all, and made a decision to put an end to
his gun-slinging days long ago. Will his conscience let him walk away from
family, or will his heart overrule his head?
A Ghostly Wager by Blaire Edens
Even a skeptical detective needs a little otherworldly help.
old Annabelle Lawson hops a train to Reno to escape a marriage to a man twice
her age. Alone and nearly destitute, she spots an employment advertisement that
might change her life. If she can use the dreams that have haunted her for the
last four years to land a job with the mysterious Treymane PSI Agency, she might
be able to buy a train ticket home to Kentucky.
Agent Cole Swansby is an up and coming
detective for Tremayne PSI. There’s only thing that can sink his career: if the
boss realizes he’s a skeptic. He’s solved dozens of cases using old-fashioned
logic, but he doesn't believe in the paranormal. Now he’s under tremendous
pressure to solve a new case before the president of Midas Mining shows for a
week of R&R at The Blade Saloon.
Cole can’t solve this case without some
otherworldly help, though, and Annabelle is just the woman for the job. As the
two of them are drawn deeper into the mystery of the woman in green, they may
not be able to banish the ghost without losing their hearts. To each other.
How the Ghost Was Won by Erin Hayes
orphan to saloon girl to ghost whisperer, Hattie Hart has been and seen a lot
of things in her time. Her new job as a detective with the Tremayne PSI Agency
takes her out to the remote town of Carolina City, Nevada on a vague assignment
to investigate the disappearance of a US marshal.
when she arrives, she meets the devilishly handsome Grant Madsden, a US marshal
who is alive and well. Certainly not missing, but certainly the man of her
dreams. So why did her boss send her out to this small boomtown when there’s
nothing for her to investigate?
soon discovers that in Carolina City, there are strange happenings from the
afterlife that threaten to kill her or worse. She’ll have to race against time
to save her life, the town, and the US marshal she was sent to find—and maybe,
if she's lucky, her heart.
McKee's Ghost by Anita Philmar
His fiancée called off their engagement after
being accosted by a ghost in his house. Now, a beautiful ghost detective has
shown up at his ranch, saying his brother has hired her to take care of the
Konnor McKee is more than happy with P.S.I
Agent Ruth Oliva Wilson. One look and he's hooked. Now, if he can only get some
help from a ghost, he might be able to secure himself a bride after all.
With the return of his ex- fiancé, his life
is turned upside down by an angry ghost, a vindictive woman, and a sexy medium.
Konnor doesn’t know which way to turn.
Can he get everyone out of this alive and
marry the P.S.I Agent? Or has he lost all hope of a happy future because of the
ruthless ghost of one of his ancestors?
A Ride Through Time by Charlene Raddon
Ghosts. Murder. Love.P.S.I. Agent Burke Jameson travels to Eagle
Gulch, Colorado to investigate a report of ghost activity at a house where a murder took place in 1881. When his
vehicle carrying his P.S.I. equipment
dies, and a riderless mare appears, he
mounts up, hoping the horse will lead him
to her fallen rider. What he finds is a whole new life beyond his imagination.
Clorinda Halstead believes she’s a widow. After
all, she was the one who shot her husband, Horace, on a violent night in 1881.
He deserved it, the jury concluded. Living with the town marshal and his wife,
all Clori wants is to be left alone. Then
a stranger, Burke James, joins the household
and nothing is ever the same again.
How did Burke find his way through time to
the year 1881, and who is haunting the lovely but distant Widow Halstead? Can
Burke find the ghost of Eagle Gulch without his P.S.I. equipment? And how will he
ever choose between going home to his own time and a life of love and happiness
The Ghost and the
by Patti Sherry-Crews
is looking rosy for Abbott Foster when he brings his new bride to his ranch in
Arizona. But when he is unable to consummate his marriage due to a malevolent
spirit in the bedroom, he is forced to call in Psychic Specters Investigations.
Healy Harrison doesn’t want to accept this case. She has her own demons and
likes her quiet life, lived in the anonymity of St. Louis. But Tucson is where
she finds herself—with instructions to “Have an adventure! Have a romance!”
Things get interesting when she meets handsome Pinkerton detective, Aaron
Turrell. Is this the romance she’s meant to have, or when their two cases
intersect, will it drive him away?
Please join me in congratulating fellow Wild Rose Press author Mary Morgan with the release of her 5th TWRP novel!
destroyed their love. Yet, can a trio of Fenian warriors roll back time to
reunite two lost souls?
Adam MacFhearguis is on one last quest to the standing stones in Scotland where
he seeks to bury the past. However, a silent prayer sends him to an unknown
future and to his beloved Meggie. When he uncovers a shocking revelation, Adam
questions everything about the woman he thought he knew and loved. He may have
traveled the veil of ages, but time is now his enemy.
MacKay lives a life in the future without the memories of her past—her death.
When Adam arrives at her door confessing he knows her, she is confused and
wary. With each passing day, she yearns to learn more from this stranger. Yet,
when a truth is revealed, can she trust the man to unlock the chains from her
mind and heart?
free the bonds to unite the two lovers who were doomed centuries ago? Or will
evil finally claim victory over the Dragon Knights?
Meggie brushed her fingers over the leather pouch. “It feels
“Are you not tempted to take a wee look inside?”
She snatched her hand back. “I’m not peering inside the
man’s belongings. As soon as he wakes, he and his horse can leave.” Giving the
horse a firm pat, Meggie walked out of the stall and away from her smirking
cousin—only to run smack into her other cousin, Lena.
“Blast,” snapped Meggie, grabbing her cousin by the arm to
help steady them both. “Sorry, didn’t see ye,” Seeing the excitement in Lena’s
eyes, she stepped back. “What?”
“I hear you have a Highlander in the guest room,” she
replied, giving Meggie a wink. “Are you going to share?”
Meggie placed her hands on her hips. “He’s not my Highlander. Feel free to have him,
though as soon as he wakes he’s gone from here.”
Lucas strode out of the stables, wiping his hand on a cloth.
“I think I’ll go introduce myself, since I think this man bothers you. You keep
stating he must leave as soon as he wakes.”
Lena pushed her cousin aside. “No, Lucas. I will go check on
“Ye are both crazy,” protested Meggie. “He’s just a man.”
Stepping past them both, she marched away from the stables.
Approaching the entrance of the castle, her nerves tingled
and the air cooled. Halting on the gravel courtyard, she slowly glanced up at
the guest bedroom window. Gazing
down at her was the dark Highlander. His hands were braced on either side of the
glass, and Meggie could swear for an instant, she recognized him from
somewhere. A dream, perhaps? The look
he gave her pierced her soul, and she shivered.
she muttered. “I don’t dream. And ye are leaving now.”
his stare, Meggie entered the castle, almost running up the stairs. By the time
she reached the guest room, her hands were shaking. Not even bothering to
knock, she pushed open the door and stormed inside.
became dry, unable to form the words to order this giant out of her home. His
bulk blocked the light from the window as he leaned against the ledge staring
at her. She was not one prone to swoon at men—any man, but this one made her a
jumbled mess. Moving to the table, she picked up his sword and took it over to
him. His eyes widened as she approached and she fell into their dark blue
stammered before continuing. “Ye should leave.” There, she got the words out.
reaching for his sword, the man lifted two fingers and caressed her cheek. She
gasped, the touch searing her skin, and she took a step back. She could see the
look of shock pass over his features, as if he felt the same reaction.
the sword into his arms and ran for the door. Yet, when her hand touched the
handle, she heard him speak.
Scottish paranormal romance
author, Mary Morgan resides in Northern California, with her own knight in
shining armor. However, during her travels to Scotland, England, and Ireland,
she left a part of her soul in one of these countries and vows to return.
Mary's passion for books started at an early age
along with an overactive imagination. She spent far too much time daydreaming
and was told quite often to remove her head from the clouds. It wasn't until
the closure of Borders Books where Mary worked that she found her true
calling--writing romance. Now, the worlds she created in her mind are coming to
life within her stories.
can find more information about Mary Morgan here:
Get ready to be enchanted by mythical
beasts, magical creatures, and moonlit nights. Enjoy your favorite author, and
perhaps discover someone new, in these five fantastic tales of paranormal
romance woven with moon, mist, and magic…
What’s a girl to do when her brother’s
ghost appears asking for help? If that wasn’t bad enough, finding her not-dead-yet
brother’s body before he becomes permanently spectral isn’t her only problem.
Josie can’t save him on her own. The only person who can help is the last
person who would want to. Bryce Evans, a man she once wrapped hopes of her
future around, can’t stand to be near her. How can she convince him when her
evidence is a ghost he can’t see?
Award-winning paranormal and contemporary romance author, Abigail Owen
was born in Greeley, Colorado, and resides in Austin, Texas, with her husband
and two adorable children who are the center of her universe.
Abigail grew up consuming books and exploring the world through her
writing. A fourth generation graduate of Texas A&M University, she
attempted to find a practical career related to her favorite pastime by earning
a degree in English Rhetoric (Technical Writing). However, she swiftly discovered
that writing without imagination is not nearly as fun as writing with it.
Dangerous Dreams, by J.C. McKenzie
As a dragon shifter in hiding, Lara Stone wants nothing to do with others of her kind or finding a mate. No way, no how. She's perfectly content to work for a security company, masquerading as a simple mage. When the leader of all the dragon clans personally requests her as a bodyguard, Lara fears her secret is blown, or worse. What danger could possibly make Rafael Dragoi, the powerful Astarot, seek protection?
J.C. McKenzie is a book-loving, gumboot-wearing, unapologetic science
geek. She's from an island in the middle of a temperate rainforest, and loves
the ocean. She currently lives in land-locked, rural Saskatchewan, which holds
a magnificent beauty of its own, but she still finds herself dreaming of the
deep blue and missing it terribly. J.C. writes predominantly urban fantasy and
paranormal romance with sassy heroines and brutish alpha-type men.
Flickering lights.Strange drifting shadows. Unnatural cold. Anthropology professor Jim Calloway is convinced the recent eerie phenomena at Octavian College are due to his overactive imagination until he meets Keilana Yamada and her eccentric grandfather, Toshi. Dazzled by the beautiful Keilani, Jim volunteers to help hunt for an ancient evil roaming the ivied halls. Can a mild-mannered academic find his inner demon hunter and a way into Keilani’s heart? Or will a supernatural predator with an insatiable hunger destroy them first?
L.A. Kelley lives in Florida where the heat and humidity have driven
them all slightly mad. She's easy to spot as she's the palest person around.
She avoids the sun and loves air conditioned comfort. On the plus side, her
skin will never look like badly laid roofing shingles. Her favorite writing
genre is fantasy, but she reads just about anything except technical
instruction manuals. All her stories have fantasy, humor, romance, and a touch
of sass. In her spare time she enjoys phoning in Bigfoot sightings to the
Florida Department of Fish and Wildlife. They are heartily sick of hearing from
The Keeper, by Sharon Saracino
When a stranger lands on her slab, poisoned with silver and reeking of vampire, Medical Examiner Olivia Duncan fears someone's discovered her dangerous secret. Enter Nick Alexios, a mysterious man with a hidden agenda of his own. Olivia ignites his passion and challenges his loyalties, making him question his duty. Nick might be Olivia’s salvation...or her downfall. Will honor-bound promises drive them apart or unite them against threats from both near and far?
Sharon Saracino was born and raised in the anthracite coal region of
Pennsylvania and resides there with her long suffering husband, funny and
talented son, and two insane dogs. When she is not reading, writing, or
enjoying photography and genealogy, she brews limoncello, dreams of moving to
Italy, and works as a Certified Registered Rehabilitation Nurse.
Witch You Were Here, by Maureen L. Bonatch
Lucy is a witch with a successful business righting magical mischief. A call for help from her high-school heartache, Shane, prompts Lucy to manage his magical mayhem herself. No longer a nervous, hormonal, teenager, Lucy takes the case to force an apology and bury her past humiliation. To her surprise, Shane insists he couldn’t forget Lucy—because she hexed him ten years ago. Will Shane and Lucy put their past behind them, or will the spell prove permanent?
Maureen writes stories in the beautiful state of Pennsylvania that
boast laughter, light suspense and something magical in the hope of sharing her
love of finding the extraordinary in the ordinary world. She writes Paranormal
Romance and Fantasy.
It'a PARTY TIME!
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Join the party ready to celebrate all things paranormal romance! Each of these stories features a different paranormal creature. Pick an outfit, bring a date (good opportunity to ask that vampire you've had your eye on), and settle in for a great night of fun!
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Each of the anthology authors will be attending! We hope you can make it!