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Blurb:
All Nia Reynolds has known is being seen and not heard. Being the only one in her family to not have magical ability is hard. On her thirtieth birthday, all Nia wants is to do something different. When she enters Sensual Were on a dare from Jacinda, she doesn’t expect the instant attraction to sexy store manager Bishop Steward.

Bishop has had his eye on the sweet and innocent Nia since he first came to Strange Hollow. After being publicly shunned by his pack and his mate, he came to Strange Hollow to recuperate and be among outcasts like himself. Now that his heart is mended, he wants to go after love again and has Nia in his sights. This wallflower doesn?t stand a chance against his onslaught. So what if he insists of public displays of a sexual nature, can?t stop whispering sweet, dirty nothings in her ear, and gives her a birthday to remember? It?s only for a night, right? A sexy werewolf like him wouldn?t want a shy girl like her? Right? Wrong–and he’s got a lot of tricks up his sleeve to convince her she?s just what he wants.

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Excerpt:
Thirty. The big three-O. Another year older. Nia sighed heavily and contemplated the looming specter just a few days away. Birthdays weren’t a bad thing per se, but when you lived such an unremarkable life, as she had, there wasn’t really much to celebrate. She was an anomaly in her family, the only one lacking magical ability. Nia couldn’t even perform the most basic of spells like warming water or levitating a feather.
Isolation became a constant companion when she mingled in magical circles. Everywhere she turned, her contemporaries were doing extraordinary things. All Nia could do was fade into the background like a wallflower. She got so used to being invisible that she automatically hid in a corner at social functions. She had lived her life in corners and it was starting to wear on her.
She’d broken out of that life nine years ago when she stumbled upon an Internet ad for Strange Hollow. The town was for outcasts and anomalies of the paranormal variety like her–people who just didn’t fit in. So on her twenty-first birthday she packed up as many of her things as she could carry and left in the middle of the night, without even leaving a note to her parents. Now she had a life of her own. Nia owned her own teashop, Pot Luck, had a cottage that she loved and a few friends that accepted her. The one thing that was missing was someone to share her life with.
She sighed heavily, and had just begun to clean the counter when the bells over the door jangled. Nia glanced toward the entrance and smiled. Jacinda, the town’s founder, strolled into the shop. The fairy’s energy sent a soothing wave toward her, and she instantly felt at ease.
“Hello, darling, how’re you doing? I’ll have a green tea latte.” Jacinda sat down on a stool at the counter and leaned forward, mischief sparkling in her eyes.
Nia immediately got to work, hoping Jacinda wouldn’t bring up her upcoming birthday and anniversary. If the events weren’t mentioned, she wouldn’t have to admit she had no plans.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t to be. “So, your birthday and anniversary are on Friday. Doing anything special?”
“Nothing.” Nia stiffened.
“Not even ice cream and cake or a movie marathon of your favorite films? What about a small party with some friends? No? We can’t let this momentous event pass without any acknowledgement. Let me think. What can we do?” Jacinda put her elbows on the countertop and rested her head in her hands.
Nia didn’t want to know what Jacinda was thinking, it could mean trouble. There was a mischievous sparkle in those violet eyes that she didn’t want to read too much into.
“Have you been to Sensual Were?”
Nia wasn’t sure where Jacinda was going but she had an uneasy idea. “No,” she said softly.
A wicked smile curved on Jacinda’s lips. “Idea! I dare you to go to Sensual Were and pick up a sexy toy for yourself. Do something daring for once. Honey, you’ve lived in a corner for far too long, it’s time to drag this wallflower into the light.”
“But–” Nia started.
“Why but?” Jacinda gazed at her in question. “You’ve lived your whole life not interacting with people for fear of the disappointment and rejection your parents and others have handed you. Isn’t it time you lived for you? Come on, Nia, when have you done something for yourself? I’ve seen the way you interact with others. You let them tell you what to do, how to do it. You don’t do what you want to do. What’s there to be afraid of? All I’m suggesting is to check out Sensual Were. Go in there and get something sexy for yourself. You deserve it. Look at you.”
Nia knew what she looked like and she was nothing like the gorgeous Jacinda, with her luminescent skin, violet eyes, long dark hair and curvaceous figure. Last she checked, Nia was plain, with unremarkable dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, milk chocolate skin and an average figure. Her simple clothing did nothing to flatter her body. She also wore glasses, and in her book that screamed nerdy and unsexy. To hide her reaction, she said nothing and finished making Jacinda’s drink.
“Have you ever felt sexy? What makes you feel good about yourself?”
Heat flushed her cheeks as she thought of her fantasies, which usually involved sexy men who were good with their hands and other things and wanted her unabashedly.
“Come on, sweetie, you can tell me. What makes you feel sexy?”
“Well, um, a sexy, gruff voice–”
Jacinda cut her off with a laugh. “No, no, no, babe, not what is sexy but what makes you feel that way.”
The blush encompassed her face, and Nia found herself floundering for a response. “Um, well…”
“Lingerie, perhaps? Or maybe sensual music? How about an erotic story? This is about making you feel desirable and good about yourself. I’m not saying we give you a makeover, you’re beautiful. I’m talking about doing something sexy for you and only you, no guy required.”
Jacinda smiled, and Nia felt unsure. “I’ve never… That is to say, I don’t know…”
“How about this? Friday you go to Sensual Were and poke around, see what you like, explore and find what intrigues you. Then we meet on Saturday for brunch and talk.”
“Talk?” Nia put Jacinda’s latte down before her.
“Yeah, we talk about what you thought of your little trip. Honey, you’ve been here for nine years and you haven’t stepped out and explored this place. Including me, Tanya and Ryana are your only friends here.” Jacinda took a sip of her drink.
Nia became very interested in her shoes.
“Ry is out of town and Tanya is visiting relatives. Neither woman will be back by Saturday, so it’s up to me to coax you out of your shell for your birthday. So, here’s the deal. Barring an emergency, I dare you to go to Sensual Were and pick out something sexy for yourself. Thanks for the latte, hon. I have to go welcome a new resident to Strange Hollow. I’ll see you on Saturday.” Jacinda stood and picked up her cup.
“Bye,” Nia called out as Jacinda left with a backward wave. Once the door closed and quiet settled on the shop, questions and humiliating scenarios swirled around in her head. What if I break something? Her palms began to sweat at the thought of picking up a vibrator and have it start shaking and then shatter in her hands. She’d never been in an adult toy store before. What if it was filled with pictures of naked people? She didn’t like looking at herself naked, much less see anyone else in the buff. Well, except for sexy men. Part of her wanted to take up Jacinda’s dare and go to Sensual Were. On the other side of the coin, she was terrified of the unknown.
I know, I’ll pass by the store and check it out. I won’t go inside. Her heart hammered in her chest. A surge of excitement rushed through her. Yes, I’ll go there tonight and check it out. It can’t be that bad, right? People wouldn’t go there if it was bad. Nia had always been cautious. The most adventurous thing she’d ever done was come to Strange Hollow and open her own teashop. She felt that if she could do those things, then she could handle checking out Sensual Were. She hoped.

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Hi!

Here’s a look at two new covers.

Strange Hollow: Seducing a Wallflower ?(Cover by April Martinez) Coming soon to Liquid Silver Books:

Cover for Bedtime Stories:?Inspiration (Cover By Renee George) Coming Soon to Changeling Press April 1st (yes, I know, LOL):

Lonely No More, Out Now at Liquid Silver Books!

Blurb:
Five years ago on Halloween, author William Moore carelessly broke up with a witch. Needless to say, she didn’t take it well. Cursed to a lonely non-life as a ghost, trapped in his own home, he never expected to do more than exist in the world his ex had created. Except now he’s got a new roommate in the form of fellow author, Alyssa Washington, and he doesn?t anticipate his strong attraction to her. As their simmering emotion sparks life within, he yearns to become mortal once again.

Can his newfound feelings give him what he wishes for most?

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Excerpt:
William leaned against the door of his study and blew out a breath. He closed his eyes and an image of the petite woman sitting on the stairs formed in his mind. When he first saw her walk up with her friend, he had noticed her immediately. While her friend wore a sleek, figure-hugging suit, she wore jeans and an oversized sweat shirt that hid her curves. Black strands of hair slipped from the messy bun atop her head. Not a stitch of makeup decorated her mocha face. Next to her friend she appeared plain, frumpy almost.
He saw no life in her until she walked into his library. Her large brown eyes rounded, light and life flooding them for the first time. He?d watched, enthralled, as she leisurely circled around to take in the whole room. Then he became aroused by the hunger he saw in her eyes. He knew she wanted to start taking books off the shelves, curl up on the couch and read them. For some reason he wanted her to see him like that. It had been so long since a woman even glanced his way with hunger in her eyes.
Over the years he?d had his share of women, but for the first time in his life he wanted to pursue a woman instead of it being the other way around. He should have known better than to date a witch, but had wanted to be with her to learn more about her kind and scratch the sexual itch. It had nothing to do with romance. Now he was paying the price for his callousness.
His reasons had nothing to do with not wanting to be seen in public with her. He simply refused to do anything that she could perceive as him wanting a relationship. She assumed he had had an unusual attachment to his house. He never dissuaded her of her ideas, which was probably why she thought he should be cursed to roam this house and the surrounding property until he found true love, whatever that was. He doubted he would ever fall in love.
He phased through the floor until he was before her. He watched her stand and walk toward the door, open it and close it behind her. He smiled and floated toward a nearby window. Pulling the curtain back, he watched her talk to her friend before they both left. Getting into a car parked in the driveway, they drove off.
?She?s interesting,? a voice said behind him.
Swearing, he whirled around to find his brother behind him. ?Damn it, Deacon, don?t do that. I?m guessing you went around the back and used the door in the kitchen so the women wouldn?t see you?? William became solid, his feet drifting toward the ground until they both touched the wooden floor. Deacon wore black suit pants, a black silk shirt and black loafers, his long red hair pulled back into a ponytail. Deacon Moore looked every inch the businessman and heir of the Moore banking empire that he was. Shoeless, William wore worn jeans, a black button-up cotton shirt, the top two buttons undone, his long red hair hung loose, down to his waist.
Deacon shrugged, and headed toward the kitchen. One big bag of groceries sat on a counter. Floating toward his brother, William thought about the woman who would soon own the house. He didn?t want a roommate but knew the house couldn?t continue to go unoccupied. Deacon had told him their father refused to keep it in the family. The only other option had been selling it. As loathe as he had been to allow that, William went along with the plan.
?So, have you tracked down Irena yet?? William asked, hoping he would finally be rid of the curse.
?Nope, she?s disappeared completely. Don?t worry, we?ll find her eventually, and reverse whatever this is.?
?I know you will because you?ve never let me down, not once.?
Deacon gave him a rare smile.
William felt sad for his brother. Deacon had never done anything wrong, not in his whole life. William had always been the screwup and liked it that way. He hated growing up in a house that felt more like a mausoleum than a home. There were rules for everything and perfection was a requirement. William could never live like that, so at fifteen he left home. He moved in with his uncle and from there things went up. He got his first book deal at seventeen and had a best seller by nineteen. He juggled college and writing, and still managed to graduate at age twenty.
He had worked very hard for everything he got, and enjoyed life to the fullest. Now, at thirty-seven, life wasn?t as fun as it used to be. He spent most of his time keeping kids from destroying his property and keeping people from buying the house. He still managed to write, and with his brother?s help, by Deacon passing off all his manuscripts as being found in storage, he continued to get published, but life for him lacked something.
His thoughts drifted to the woman who was determined to buy the house. His brother puttered around the kitchen making dinner for himself while William thought about the current changes in his life.
Then something occurred to him. ?Shit.?
Deacon whirled around. ?What??
?How the hell am I going to live with her when I?m like this? Do I remain invisible the whole time or do I do the intermittent corporeal thing sometimes??
Deacon shook his head and went back to cooking.
With a thought, William pulled a chair out from under the kitchen table and sat down. ?And another thing, how?s my body doing??
?Just lying there, nothing rotting off, no smell. It?s like you?re asleep, only no breathing or vitals.?
After the initial shock of seeing his body on the bed, it took William some time to figure out what had happened. He hadn?t seen any white lights, fire or anything for that matter. It felt as if he had fallen into a dreamless sleep and awakened like any other person. The only difference, his spirit had been separated from his body and he was see-through and able to phase through objects. After trying many things, it took him three days to learn how to become corporeal, although he couldn?t hold that form for long. At that time, Deacon had been in the house cataloguing all of William?s worldly possessions, including the unfinished manuscript William had been working on before he ?died.? Deacon had been so shocked to see his brother standing before him that he?d fainted. Once Deacon had come to, William calmly explained things. At first Deacon had been hard to convince, but after mentioning Irena and the spell, things began to make sense and Deacon moved quickly to make sure that William?s body wouldn?t be destroyed.
The brothers felt that Irena hadn?t killed William, but had performed some sort of botched spell that caused William?s current situation. While Deacon searched for Irena, who had just vanished, William went about continuing to write. Five years later, William?s life had some semblance of calm.
Now he wanted to allow someone to share the house with him, the only problem was how to live with her in his current condition. ?Could you do me a favor and find out what you can about the woman moving in??
?Sure.?
?Also, why the hell is Dad selling my house for a measly seventy thousand dollars?? William?s eyebrow rose in question.
?Because he didn?t want to give it away for free, and Mom insisted he put a price on the house. You know Dad wants nothing to do with anything involving you. He thought seventy thousand dollars was a reasonable price for your house, everything in it and the land it sits on.?
?So good to know I?m loved,? William said dryly.
?Hey, at least he hasn?t taken your portrait down from the sitting room.?
?Goody, I feel so loved now. How?s Maggie??
?Well, aren?t you the chatterbox today. Maggie is fine, enjoying her European vacation, all expenses paid, of course.?
?Of course.? William nodded.
?So what?s up? What?s with all the questions all of sudden? Normally we talk about your latest masterpiece, business, and my lack of a love life while eating, and then we part ways.?
William shrugged. He didn?t know why he wanted to know all these things. Normally, he had no interest in anything but himself. If he were honest, his encounter with the woman earlier left him craving some sort of human contact; a reintroduction to being a social creature, if you will. He had sensed the same loneliness in her that had gnawed at him his whole life. If it weren?t for Deacon he would truly be alone. ?I don?t know. Something about that woman calls to me,? William said softly.
?How so??
?I guess I see a bit of my loneliness in her. Things have become so monotonous. Write, scare people, write some more, not eat dinner with you, then go back to write or watch TV. That?s my day in a nutshell. The days just blend together. She?s like me, at least, I think she?s like me.?
?You like her,? Deacon teased.
?I never said that,? William said defensively.
?You?re attracted to her.?
William crossed his arms over his chest. ?I am not.?
?Look at you. You?re attracted to her and acting like you?re five.? Deacon laughed.
?I don?t even know her and I?m not acting like I?m five.?
?Yeah, but you said she calls to you,? Deacon teased again.
?Shut up. So how are things in the banking world?? William asked, trying to change the subject.
?Same as they were the last time you asked. So, what are you working on??
?I?m struggling. I need a sounding board. I?m not sure how this book is going. I like the storyline but it?s very different from what I usually write.?
?Do you want me to read it? I could read it but I?m not sure if I could help,? Deacon pointed out.
?Thanks, but I know you?re busy. Sometimes, I read it over and I start thinking the premise is horrible. That maybe it reads like porn,? William said, disgusted.
?Maybe this woman came at the right time. Maybe she?ll give you some of the insight you need.?
?I don?t know. I have to figure out how to interact with her first.?
Deacon shrugged. ?Very true.?
William sighed. ?I?m going back up to work on the story some more. I?ll see you tomorrow.?
?And I?ll clean up. Good luck with the book.?
?Thanks.? William pushed back his chair and walked away.
Six hours and many starts and stops later, William gave up. He just wasn?t sure what he was doing or if it was any good. He went to his bedroom, shut the door, undressed, got into bed and flicked on the TV. He zoned out after five minutes, his thoughts drifting to his soon-to-be roommate. Deacon?s words echoed around his head. Could it be? Can she help me?
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