Rapturous #Release #Blitz: MindRogue by Connie Suttle

We are Or’myr; a secretive, dwindling race of wyrm dragons. For many years, we were without a queen and directionless, until my sister was born.

She was loved.

Protected.

Until the one known as the Prophet stole her away.

Our only hope to save our queen—and our race—lies in the hands of a blind man named Randl Gage.

A man who is also one of the most wanted criminals in both Alliances…

 

About the Book

MindRogue
by Connie Suttle

Series
BlackWing Pirates #3

Genre
Adult
SciFi
Fantasy

Publisher
Subtle Demon Publishing, LLC

Publication Date
December 15, 2017

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About Connie Suttle

Connie Suttle is the author of the Blood Destiny series, the Legend of the Ir’Indicti series, the High Demon Series, the God Wars series and the Saa Thalarr series. Other titles are scheduled for release very soon.

Connie earned her MFA from the University of Oklahoma and has taught courses at the university level. Reading (and writing) have been a constant throughout her life.

The author lives in Oklahoma with her patient, long-suffering husband and three cats. Obviously, the cats are not so long-suffering and are certainly not patient.

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Rapturous #Release #Blitz: It Takes Two to Tumble by Cat Sebastian

Some of Ben Sedgwick’s favorite things:
Helping his poor parishioners
Baby animals
Shamelessly flirting with the handsome Captain Phillip Dacre

After an unconventional upbringing, Ben is perfectly content with the quiet, predictable life of a country vicar, free of strife or turmoil. When he’s asked to look after an absent naval captain’s three wild children, he reluctantly agrees, but instantly falls for the hellions. And when their stern but gloriously handsome father arrives, Ben is tempted in ways that make him doubt everything.

Some of Phillip Dacre’s favorite things:
His ship
People doing precisely as they’re told
Touching the irresistible vicar at every opportunity

Phillip can’t wait to leave England’s shores and be back on his ship, away from the grief that haunts him. But his children have driven off a succession of governesses and tutors and he must set things right. The unexpected presence of the cheerful, adorable vicar sets his world on its head and now he can’t seem to live without Ben’s winning smiles or devastating kisses.

In the midst of runaway children, a plot to blackmail Ben’s family, and torturous nights of pleasure, Ben and Phillip must decide if a safe life is worth losing the one thing that makes them come alive.  

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It Takes Two to Tumble
by Cat Sebastian

Series
Seducing the Sedgwicks

Genre
Adult
Historical Romance
LGBTQ Romance

Publisher
Avon Impulse

Publication Date
December 12, 2017

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After the fact, Phillip thought he might have handled the situation a bit more gracefully if the children hadn’t been in a tree. But he was not at his best, having walked the distance from the coaching inn to the house, with each step growing more disoriented by the sheer familiarity of the terrain. Surely the place ought to have changed. But every rock and tree aligned precisely with memories Phillip hadn’t even realized he still had.

Despite having sent a messenger ahead with the approximate time of his arrival, the children were not waiting in the hall to greet him. Of course they wouldn’t be, he told himself. That had been Caroline’s doing, and she was gone. Their failure to appear was just further proof of how badly Phillip’s intervention was needed. He needed to get to work turning them into well-behaved, competent midshipmen. Children, he corrected himself. Yes, children.

The servant who opened the door told Phillip he’d find the children in the orchard with the vicar. Phillip found this surprising, as nothing in Ernestine’s final letter had indicated religiosity as part of the children’s reign of terror. But instead of discovering the children at work in prayer or singing hymns, he found them high up in a cherry tree.

The plain fact of the matter was that children did not belong in trees, at least not when they ought to be in the hall awaiting their father’s return. Nor did vicars belong in trees at any time whatsoever. He might not have much experience with either, and thank God for it, but he knew trees were not the natural habitat of either class of person. He had expected to see his children for the first time in two years in a setting that was slightly less arboreal. Somewhere he could properly see them and they could properly see him and they could all say whatever the hell they were supposed to say in this situation without Caroline to manage things. Instead all he got was a glimpse of booted feet vanishing higher into the branches accompanied by the sound of stifled laughter.

The vicar spotted him first, and promptly swung down from the tree to land at Phillip’s feet. At least, Phillip assumed it was the vicar, and not some stray stable hand who had taken to capering about the orchard. But didn’t vicars wear uniforms of some sort? Special hats or black coats? The chaplain on the ship always had. This fellow was in his shirtsleeves, and if that weren’t bad enough, his sleeves were rolled up. The chaplain had never done that. The chaplain had been about sixty. And bald. This fellow had wheat-colored hair that needed a cut and freckles all over his face. He was nothing like the chaplain. Unacceptable.

“Oh damn,” the vicar said. Phillip gritted his teeth. Swearing was another thing the chaplain had never done. “I mean drat,” the man said, his freckled face going pink. “Bother. You must be Mr. Dacre.”

“Captain Dacre,” Phillip said frostily. This fellow had to go. No discipline. No sense of decorum. No wonder the children ran amok if they spent time in this man’s company. “You have the advantage of me,” he said, not bothering to conceal his frown. He never did.

“Ben Sedgwick,” the vicar said, smiling in a lopsided, bashful way. He stuck his hand out, and Phillip had no choice but to take it. The vicar’s hand was warm and his grip was firm, and Phillip’s gaze automatically drifted down to the man’s exposed forearm, sun-burnished and dusted with light hair.

“Thank you, Mr. Sedgwick,” Phillip said. “You may take yourself off.” His effort to dismiss this careless young vicar was interrupted by a rustle of leaves and the thud of a child landing at his feet.

 

The child was tall, lanky, and excessively rumpled. “Edward,” Phillip said, briefly startled by the changes a lapse of two years wrought in children. Phillip had last seen his older son as a coltish child of eleven. Now Phillip could discern two things—one, that he looked very much like Caroline, and two, that he was not best pleased to see his father. For an instant, Phillip could hardly blame him. Phillip had never much enjoyed seeing his own father either. When the navy had taken his own father away for years at a time, Phillip had rather thought they had all been the better for it.

He held out his hand and noticed the barest hesitation before his son took it. “You look so much like—”

“I know I look like Mama,” Edward said coolly, dropping his father’s hand. “I have a looking glass.” His scowl was so intent that Phillip opened his mouth to scold the boy. “Mr. Sedgwick,” Edward said, turning to the vicar, “I’m going to finish my history lesson.” Without waiting for a response from Sedgwick or so much as a by-your-leave from Phillip himself, the child dashed off towards the house.

While Phillip had always striven to keep order on his ship in less brutal ways, some captains wouldn’t have hesitated to have boys flogged for even less blatant insubordination. Phillip swallowed his anger and turned his attention to the tree, where he could see two pairs of dangling feet.

“Margaret,” Phillip called up into the tree. “James.”

“Oh, they won’t come down,” Sedgwick said cheerfully. “Not a chance.”

“Excuse me?”

“I wouldn’t even bother calling them. They’ll stay up there until the sun sets or until the spirit moves them otherwise.” He seemed utterly undisturbed by this. His eyes were actually sparkling, for God’s sake.

“And you permit this?”

Sedgwick’s brow furrowed. This was the first lapse in the blithe and idiotic good cheer he had displayed since Phillip’s arrival. “Well, I don’t know what you expect me to do about it. Rope them like a couple of stray sheep? They’re safer up there than they are getting into whatever devilry they might seek out elsewhere. Really,” he said, lowering his voice and leaning close in a way that made Phillip instinctively mirror the pose until he realized what he was doing and straightened up. Proximity was the last thing he needed with this man. “The tree’s been a godsend. They haven’t been capering about the rooftops even once since they discovered how climbable the cherry trees are.”

Phillip blinked. “What I meant,” he said slowly, “was that perhaps you would like to tell them to come down.”

“Tell them?” the vicar repeated, as if Phillip had suggested a satanic ritual. “Won’t do a blessed thing other than inspire them to more mischief, I’m afraid. No, no, leave them safely up there, and when they’re hungry they’ll come inside.”

“Thank you for everything you’ve done,” Phillip said in precisely the tone he’d use towards a sailor about to be assigned morning watch for the foreseeable future. “But now that I’ve returned I’ll see to engaging a proper tutor.”

The man had the nerve to look hurt. Really, what had he expected? If Phillip had wanted his children to run about like South Sea pirates, he could have stayed on his ship where he belonged, thank you very much. But instead he would hire a tutor for the boys and a governess for Margaret. And when they were ready, he’d send them off to school, where they belonged.

“About that,” the vicar said slowly. “I’m not sure you’ll find a tutor. They’ve run through a good half dozen and I fear that well has run quite dry.”

“A half dozen!” Ernestine hadn’t mentioned that in her last letter. Or at least he was fairly certain she hadn’t. He knew there had been some trouble engaging suitable help, but quite possibly she had obscured the details. Well, it was a good thing he was here, then. He would see to it that his household was as it ought to be, that his children were on a safe course, and then he’d go back to sea. Two months. He had turned far more insalubrious characters into perfectly disciplined first-rate sailors in less time than that, hadn’t he? He was used to commanding dozens of men in clockwork precision. Surely he could make a couple of children—his own children, at that—fall in line.

“Never mind that,” he said. “I have everything in hand. Good day,” he added when the vicar didn’t seem inclined to take the hint and leave.

“Good luck,” the vicar said, gathering his discarded outer garments and carelessly dropping his hat onto his head.

Phillip thought he heard the man laugh as he made his way towards the house.

Ben gave it fifteen minutes before Captain Dacre came begging for help. Half an hour at the outside.

Likely as not, the captain would be tied to a burning post before Ben had his valise packed.

About Cat Sebastian

Cat Sebastian lives in a swampy part of the South with her husband, three kids, and two dogs. Before her kids were born, she practiced law and taught high school and college writing. When she isn’t reading or writing, she’s doing crossword puzzles, bird watching, and wondering where she put her coffee cup.

 

 

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Clever #CoverReveal: Origin by Nora Ash

Origin
Nora Ash
(Ancient Blood Prequel)
Publication date: December 30th 2017
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance

Love is a curse.

Three hundred years ago, Warin lost his humanity.

The night he met Thea was the night he lost his soul.

For more than two hundred years, Warin has roamed the wilds with only his blood brother Aleric for company, terrorizing villages and feeding on human life. Sating his dark hunger was all he ever cared for…

Until she crossed his path.

From the moment he meets his beautiful Thea, her emerald eyes and tender heart call to him like a siren’s song. But she is human, and unless Warin can uncover the truth of their connection, he’ll never be able to possess her the way he so desperately desires.

Enlisting the help of the Ancients of his kind always comes with a cost. Especially when Thea is revealed for what she really is: either a gift from the gods…

…or a curse on his bloodline.

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Nora Ash writes the sort of books that have your toes curling and your blood pulsing. Her stories are often dark and always thrilling, with lots of sexy bad boys and the women who spur their desires. When not typing away at a story, Nora paints, eats chocolate or go for hikes around the English countryside with her very own bad boy.

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Blazing #BlogTour: Hinder by Kristin Ping

Hinder
Kristin Ping
(Guardian of Monsters #1)
Publication date: May 15th 2018
Genres: Fantasy, New Adult, Paranormal

Ethan Sutcliff seems like a normal seventeen-year-old—at least that’s what he’s trying to portray. In a secret society run by the Supernaturals, Ethan is what witches call a Bender. Benders are Witches’ Guardians, who are able to control a witches’ ability, bend it, or move it away from harming humans. In Ethan’s case, he is able to bend the Earth element. But at the age of fifteen, he lost all connection to it, and the reasons behind it could only mean one of two things: His Wielder is either dead, or hiding out somewhere.

Alex Burgendorf has been living in her aunt’s locket for the past sixteen years with her mother—a Fire Wielder, and her father—a Water Wielder. For sixteen years, her parents vowed to protect her, and they have, as she is the last Earth wielding witch. However, time is running out. Alex must find her Bender, or the fate of the Supernaturals might be at stake.

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Before Sentinels it was just earth Wielders. That was how powerful they were and Ethan was the lucky boy that was going to be part of that. He was going to become the next earth Wielder’s protector in every way possible.

Tears formed in Ethan’s eyes, but he refused to let them roll down his cheek. He tried so hard to live up to his element, to be strong and special.

Sad that the boy didn’t know how strong or special he already was. Maybe it was my fault as a father, as a parent.

I wanted to tell Natalie that she should stop making him feel so terrible. He was just exploring. But what good would that do? We would just end up fighting again. I was so tired of our fights. Shoulders slumped, I turned to go inside. That was when I heard the roar of engines.

The hair on my arms and neck stood straight. Adrenaline poured into my blood like jet fuel and my heartbeat skyrocketed as I turned to see Natalie running toward me across the yard, jerking little Ethan along by the hand.

“Get rid of them. Now.” She shouldered past me into the house.

No one had seen what Ethan had done, right? No, it wasn’t possible. Was it?

Three black Jeeps and a silver one careened into the driveway, spitting gravel behind their shiny black tires. I leaped off the steps but then composed myself. With great effort, I slowed to a sedate walk. I had to try to make this farmhouse seem like any other sleepy home on this continent—even though it was far from it.

Who are these people? What are they doing here?

They weren’t Necrocretors. Necrocretors didn’t use Jeeps or SUVs to make their entrances. Whoever they were, they were driving fast. Too fast.

As they pulled closer, the sun glinted off the tinted windows and blinded me. Then when they turned an angle, I saw it. It was the outline of a barrel.

I dove for the willow. Bullets shredded bark above my head. Splinters and sawdust flew everywhere.

My back was firmly against the tree, safe from the bullets, or so I hoped. Thank goodness he grew a fully mature tree, I marveled. Otherwise I’d be dead.

I recited words that hadn’t touched my tongue in years. I carried them in my skin on my tattoo, across my chest, close to my heart. A phrase scribbled in Latin that I’ve learned at a very young age: Estque vel me vel.

Its meaning was simple: It is either them or me.

If someone had to die, it wasn’t going to be me.

I took out the Zippo in my back pocket, closed my eyes, and used my diaphragmatic breathing exercises to calm my heart.

More gunshots sizzled overhead. Bits of the porch railing and the willow bar exploded. The air filled with the scent of sulfur and singed wood.

I took a deep breath.

Then I flicked the flint.

Author Bio:

Kristin resides in South Africa with her husband, two beautiful girls and two bulldogs that tries to eat her house.

She has been writing for the past eight years and her first debut novel, Hinder: A Bender’s novel will be published 2018 by Fire Quill Publishing.

When she isn’t writing, she is spending her time with her family, or trying to teach her two bulldogs to not eat her house. You can find more about Kristin at http://www.authorkristinping.com

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Bombastic #BookBlitz: Nox by Randi Cooley Wilson

Nox
Randi Cooley Wilson
(The Royal Protector Academy #3)
Publication date: January 20th 2018
Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Paranormal

Love has revived an ancient war

Jealousy has risen and torn lives apart

And one prophecy demands the ultimate sacrifice

What if rewriting your destiny means that you must sacrifice the one you love? Serena St. Michael has forsaken her future—for him. Tristan Gallagher has renounced the throne—for her. The Vergina Sun prophecy has been fulfilled, but at what cost? Their love has renewed an ancient war. With Serena gone, will Tristan save her in time? Or will the dark army of Diablo Fairies descend upon the Royal Protector Academy, destroying the London clan’s legacy and ending the existence of the gargoyle race forever?

Nox is the final novel in the Royal Protector Academy series. This dangerously exciting and darkly romantic conclusion will take your breath away. It can be read as a stand-alone trilogy or after the bestselling Revelation series. Intended for mature readers (18+) due to language, mild violence, and sexual situations.

The Royal Protector Academy novels are a serial trilogy meant to be read in order:

Vernal (Book #1)

Aequus (Book #2)

Nox (Book #3)

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Randi Cooley Wilson is the bestselling author of The Revelation Series, The Royal Protector Academy Novels, The Dark Soul Trilogy, and “Covetousness” a Havenwood Falls Novella. She resides in Massachusetts with her husband and daughter.

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Clever #CoverReveal: One Night by A.M. Salinger

One Night
A.M. Salinger
(Night Series, #1)
Publication date: January 12th 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, LGBTQ+, Romance

One night was all I asked for. For him to show me how good it can be. — Gabe

One night was all I promised. To give him the best time of his life. — Cam

Gabe Anderson wants nothing more than to overcome the scars of his past. Moving to a new city halfway across the world is one thing. Walking into the most exclusive gay bar in town to hook up with a perfect stranger is a whole new ball game.

Cam Sorvino doesn’t do relationships. Period. Having buried his dark childhood behind him, he lives life to the fullest and likes his sex hot, dirty, and for one night only. Though Cam’s instincts tell him that Gabe isn’t the one-night kind of guy, he can’t stop himself from approaching him. When Cam discovers the true extent of Gabe’s harrowing secrets, he makes him an offer he cannot refuse: one night of mindless pleasure to help him overcome his phobia of intimacy.

But when morning comes, will Cam be able to let go of the one man who is able to stir new feelings inside his cold, dead heart?

If you like sweet, sexy men with dark pasts and a whole lot of love to give to the ones brave enough to win their hearts, then you’ll love this first novella in the hot, contemporary romance series Nights by A.M. Salinger.

This is a MM romance with a HFN. Cam and Gabe’s HEA is coming mid 2018!

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Ava Marie Salinger is the pen name of an Amazon bestselling thriller author who has always wanted to write scorching hot contemporary and erotic romance. In 2017, she finally decided to venture to the steamy side. NIGHTS is the first of several sizzling series featuring sweet, sexy men and women with dark pasts and a whole lot of love to give to the ones brave enough to fight for their hearts. When she’s not dreaming up hotties to write about, you’ll find Ava creating kickass music playlists to write to, spying on the wildlife in her garden, drooling over gadgets, and eating Chinese.

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Rapturous #Release #Blitz: Redemption By Stephanie St. Klaire

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Book 5 in The McKenzie Ridge Series

By Stephanie St. Klaire

 

Release Date: December 15th, 2017

GENRE: Romantic Suspense

Summary:

Jessie Clarke has worked hard for nearly a decade to overcome the trauma of her past, becoming a firefighter in McKenzie Ridge has helped her rise above the ashes and become a strong, independent woman. But, underneath her foul mouth and tough exterior, Jessie is hiding something… A secret that could not only endanger her but destroy all those she loves in the small mountain town she calls home.

Blake Cooper, sexy police chief of McKenzie Ridge, is the perfect combination of rugged and good looks but he has secrets of his own. Secrets that could bring the strongest man to his knees. As a man of honor, he is dedicated to protect and serve the people in his town, even when he’s forced to overstep boundaries that could come back to haunt him.

Jessie and Blake’s love-hate relationship comes to a screeching halt and sparks fly when they’re forced to work together to keep McKenzie Ridge safe. When the past catches up with her, will he be able to keep her safe? Can Jessie learn to trust Blake or will his secrets fuel the fire that’s closing in, igniting a blaze that could consume not only them, but burn McKenzie Ridge to the ground.

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“You’re really good at that. I don’t get why the kids like you so much,” she said, nodding her head at the toddler snuggled into his neck.

“It’s because they know I won’t let them climb in a drier.”

“How was I supposed…forget it. You play manny, and I’ll clean-up.”

Jessie did her best to ignore Blake while she went to work, cleaning up after the fun the kids had earlier. Every time she walked by, however, she couldn’t help but swoon, even just a little, over the sight of Blake snuggling a tiny tot and pup. It made her a little more than crazy that he could stir butterfly like flutters, low in her belly with just a look.

He was the epitome of an alpha man’s man, who screamed testosterone driven machismo with his every move and every word. Built was an understatement – his muscles had muscles that were clearly defined through his standard black t-shirt and ass hugging jeans. Though nobody really knew his entire story, they did know that he had an extensive military background full of covert ops, undercover, badass, American hero activity.

She would be lying if she denied his dark secret past wasn’t a turn on. He was hands down hot – he was also a pain in the ass. Sure, Jessie was known to give him shit – a lot of shit – but that didn’t mean she didn’t appreciate his chiseled features and crave-worthy physique. Add a baby and tiny dog to the mix, and you have a whole lot of sexy. She’d never tell him, though; she’d take that to the grave.

Author Bio:

authorStephanie St. Klaire debuted in 2016, launching her writing career with Rescued, the first book in the widely popular, five book series known as McKenzie Ridge. Stephanie is a Pacific Northwest native currently living in Oregon with her husband, five children, and two ferocious lap dogs.

As a writer, Stephanie brings realistic circumstances to the pages, and fills them with real emotion, reactions, and outcomes. Her characters are passionate, have bold personalities, and full of life. She writes happily ever after’s, with plenty of twists, turns, drama, and of course, steamy romance.

Stephanie has always been a story teller, with the gift of “gab”, and a life-long goal to be a writer. Unfortunate circumstances with her health, finally afforded her the time to do so. Irony at its best, she began writing her first novel at an adverse time, to escape her circumstance and explore the stories in her imagination for relief. She is happy to share those stories with her readers, and bring a little fun, entertainment, and of course smexy characters to the pages.

Follow Stephanie St. Klaire on Social media to learn more about her, and to keep up with her work.

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Clever #CoverReveal: Angel of Hope by L.L. Hunter 

Title: Angel of Hope
Author: L.L. Hunter 
Genre: YA Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Publication Date: January 31st, 2018
Cover Designer: KILA designs
Blurb:
Gabriel Daylesford thought he had escaped a fate worse than death after the battle with Lucifer and his demons.
He knew one day Samson would seek revenge for killing his father.
But until then, Gabe has to navigate the halls of Michael Academy and learn what it means to be Nephilim.
At least he has Eden and Asher for company.
When he starts receiving frightening visions, and a warning from his human grandmother to stop using his trait, he realises he is in more danger than he thought.
He has to decide who to trust if he wants to save the world from being overrun by demons once more.
And with the sudden appearance of two mysterious girls added to mix,
Gabriel knows this won’t be easy.
He always knew he was fated for something much bigger than himself. He just doesn’t know what that is yet.
Angel of Hope is the exciting first book in an all new spin off series set in the same universe as The Legend of the Archangel series and The Eden Chronicles.
L.L. Hunter is the author of over 20 published works, including The Legend of the Archangel Series and The Garden of Eden. She has studied everything from veterinary nursing, forensic science, and dramatic arts, but has always known her true calling was to be an author. 

She has been writing since her teens – everything from fan fiction, to song lyrics, to plays and musicals. When not working on her next paranormal romance, she can be found at home in Australia, reading somewhere comfortable with one or both of her “fur babies.” Follow her on Facebook, Twitter @llhunterbooks, and her blog – http://llhunter.blogspot.com.au.

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Bombastic #BookBlitz: A Cemetery, a Cannibal and the Day of the Dead by CC Dragon

Title: A Cemetery, a Cannibal and the Day of the Dead
Author: CC Dragon
Genre: Paranormal Cozy Mystery
Cover Designer: Viola Estrella
Blurb:
Deanna has seen a lot of wild paranormal and supernatural things in New Orleans. But grave robbers? Dead bodies exposed and pieces removed… Who would do that?
Could it be cannibals? Are these hate crimes? Mentally ill criminals? Or is it an elaborate hoax staged by Walking Dead fans?

The Day of the Dead and Halloween are a big deal in the Big Easy. Ghost and cemetery tours mean major business from tons of tourists. This desecration of old graves has to stop.
When the monsters turn out to be real and the dead are being disrespected, the supernatural balance is thrown into chaos. It’s up to Deanna and friends to lock down the paranormal crazy before the veil between the living and the dead is destroyed.
A loyal Chicago girl who loves deep dish pizza, the Cubs, and The Lake, CC Dragon is fascinated by the metaphysical and paranormal.  She loves creating characters, especially amateur sleuths who solve mysteries. A coffee and chocolate addict who loves fast cars, she’s still looking for a hero who likes to cook and clean…so she can write more!
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A straight woman owning a drag club in the French Quarter might seem odd. After Katrina hit, there were some unexpected property opportunities. Only having Ivy around made it a smart move. She had the Long and Big Easy turning a profit and packed every night. The décor changed and now it was decked out for Halloween. Smoky grays and full moons. Neon orange and green lights marked the dancefloor.
As always, hot shirtless men served drinks. I walked in and found Greg at a corner table staring at the glass bar. Following his line of sight, I saw Gunnar talking with Ivy and a tall handsome man in drag. I’d seen a lot of drag but a black man dressed as a very pretty Marilyn Monroe was a first for me. He pulled it off well.
Before I was noticed by Ivy, I headed over to Greg. “That’s Brody?”
He nodded.
“You don’t like him? Her…what’s her drag name?” I asked.
“Brandy on the Rocks,” he replied.
“Okay then. What’s wrong with her?” I asked.
“I haven’t gone over. Ivy just does this all the time. Half of them she doesn’t bring here. She dates around,” he said.
“No law against that.” I knew Greg cared about his drag queen cousin. They were quite different but both adults.
“I worry about her. I want her protected. Another drag queen. In this political climate?” Greg asked.
“So, her getting married to a big burly guy is better?” I asked.
“Safer. Brody isn’t weak but lean. I keep looking at them. I think this might be the one.” Greg kept staring at them.
“Jealous? You can settle down whenever you want. Ex-priest wedding or gay wedding, I’m good with both.” I shrugged.
He smiled. “I can take care of myself.”
“Stern outer layer, always-so-tough Greg. Ivy wears her heart on her sleeve. Doesn’t mean she’s weaker than us. Sometimes she’s better at relating to people because she’s not pushing the emotions away.” I watched for a moment and saw what Greg saw.
The sparkle wasn’t just coming from Ivy. Brandy (aka Brody) stared at Ivy like she was a goddess.
“How long have they really been dating?” I asked.
“Gunnar asked around. Sounds like a couple of months at least. No one has a bad word to say about Brody, except an ex-boyfriend who seems bitter. He manages a bridal shop.” Greg sipped from a bottle of water.
“Sounds pretty normal for Ivy. Good.” I pulled out my phone and texted Ivy to let her know I was there.
Ivy looked around and I waved. She dragged Brandy over and Gunnar followed.
“Deanna, Greg, this is Brandy. Brody.” Ivy nodded.
“Nice to meet you.” I shook her hand.
Why were drag queen’s nails always so much better than mine? I needed to get to a salon. Her French tips had a pretty golden pattern over the nail.
“Hi, Greg. You’re Ivy’s cousin?” Brandy asked.
Her voice was a bit low but drag was about expression, not passing as the opposite sex. Still, it was a little jarring.
Greg nodded. “Yep. But she’s special and has a lot of friends.”
Brandy smiled. “The obligatory mess with my cousin and I’ll beat you up’? That’s sweet.”
Greg cleared his throat. “No. I’m not violent. I figured you’d know I used to be a priest. But she has a lot of friends who look out for her.”
“Including police,” I tossed in for fun.
“Be nice, you two.” Ivy smacked Greg’s shoulder.
“I already warned Brandy about Ivy’s inner circle.” Gunnar smiled.
My phone chimed and I checked it. A text from LeBlanc.
Just checking on you from last night. Feeling okay?
I replied: Fine. That was nothing.
A minute later my phone chimed. Where are you?
Was this guy serious? My club.
“Who are you texting now?” Ivy asked.
“LeBlanc. I had a vision last night at the cemetery and he got all freaked. He’s just supposed to be part of the clinic stuff. I don’t know why he’s following me around while I work.”
“He’s interested in you,” Gunnar said.
“No. He’s confused. Thinks he’s getting into business with a freaky psychic person. It’s fine. I should’ve taken you with me then he’d have left me alone,” I replied.
“Is he cute?” Brandy asked.
“Hot. Like reserved, stern Darcy hot.” Gunnar winked.
“He’s not.” I rolled my eyes.
“He’s hot.” Ivy took Gunnar’s side, of course.
I looked to Greg for support.
“I’m no expert on men’s attractiveness, but he seemed interested in you. More than just work. Or friendship. It’s subtle. He’s not obvious or crude. That’s good,” Greg encouraged.
Ivy grabbed my phone and started texting.
“What are you doing? Stop!” I ordered.
“I’m just giving him the address. He can come by and have a drink with friends. It’s a good test to see how a straight guy does in a gay bar,” Ivy insisted.
I got my phone back and reread the message. At least there were no crazy cutesy emojis in there.

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