Spooktacular Suzanne M. Sabol Author of Amber Ruin
Give a Spooktacular welcome to Suzanne M. Sabol, author of Amber Ruin. Pull up a chair, grab a drink of your choice from the cauldron. Take your choice of a bat wing Chocolate Chip or Pumpkin, or Peanut Butter cookie from the plate, and let’s find out a little about Suzanne and her Amber Ruin. But first, take a look at her Flash Fiction, White Knight.
About the Author:
Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/suzanne-m-sabol
Spooktacular Giveaway
1 prize pack of goodies including the following:
1 wine glass
1 journal
1 relaxation gift packet
1 book in the Blushing Death Series
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Spooktacular Gallowglass by Jennifer Allis Provost
Give a Spooktacular welcome to Jennifer Allis Provost author of Gallowglass!
Halloween each year, talk inevitably turns to ghost stories. What better way to
celebrate the season that with ghost stories from Scotland, the birthplace of
Halloween? Below are some of the most chilling tales based in two of Scotland’s
largest cities, Edinburgh and Glasgow.
for a ghost story, what with its gruesome past and ancient warren of streets.
Greyfriar’s Kirkyard, located in the Old Town, was the scene of religious
persecutions in the seventeenth century. There have been more than five hundred
recorded poltergeist attacks within the kirkyard.
of William Burke and William Hare is chilling nonetheless. They were body
snatchers turned murderers that operated in Edinburgh between 1827 and 1829.
They sold their corpses to one Dr. Knox at Edinburgh University to use in his
lectures. Eventually, the pair were implicated when Dr. Knox made a full
confession. Hare turned king’s evidence on Burke, and Burke was hanged shortly
afterward. His corpse was dissected and his skeleton displayed at the
Anatomical Museum of Edinburgh Medical School, where he remains today. A
fitting end, if you ask me.
city’s underground alleys, one of the most famous being Mary King’s Close and
the Blair Street Vaults. Costumed tur guides will regale you with tales of
intrigue, plague, and murder. Or better yet, visit the Edinburgh Dungeons where
you can take a turn on the Drop Dead Ride, where you learn what it’s like to be
hanged in excruciating detail. If you survive, you can hear all about
Scotland’s most famous cannibal, Sawney Bean.
Scotland, Glasgow has plenty of ghoulish tales to tell. Some say a lovely lady
haunts Hillhead station. Witnesses have seen her wearing pre-WWII finery, and
she’s always laughing or whistling a song. As ghosts go, she’s ne I wouldn’t
mind running into.
track between West Street and Shields Road aren’t nearly as fun. Reports of
this ghost claim it’s half boy, half animal, and it tends to be gnawing on
something. I suppose it’s for the best that we don’t know what that “something”
is.
made headlines in the 1950s when children began roaming the graveyard in search
of a seven foot tall vampire. The vampire—who was said to have metal teeth—was
blamed for two missing children. Neither the children nor the metal-mouthed
vampire were ever found.
you’ve enjoyed, Scottish or otherwise? Tell us in the comments!
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Spooktacular Blog by Celia Breslin Author of Jasmine Moon
Pull up a chair, grab a drink of your choice from the cauldron. Take your choice of a bat wing Chocolate Chip or Pumpkin, or Peanut Butter cookie from the plate, and let’s find out a little about Celia and her Jasmine Moon!
year to binge-watch supernatural shows. For your viewing pleasure, here are my
top ten favorite movies and TV shows featuring wolf shifters in either a
primary role or as fun supporting characters.
Nicholson. Can’t go wrong with Jack
Nicholson.
(1981). A classic. Humor + Horror.
Green as Oz, the musician/werewolf who loves Willow.
Trevino as Tyler Lockwood, a broody bad boy with heart.
Herveaux = soooo sexy.
as Niklaus Mikaelson. A vampire/werewolf hybrid, 100% badass. So are the other
hybrids on the show.
werewolves on both sides of the “good vs. bad” fence.
spin-off chock-full of werewolves and other teens from the preternatural
community.
A sneak peek between the pages of Jasmine Moon.
Evan tipped his head and eyed the ceiling. Prompt replies, punctual people. Striking deals and hitting deadlines. These items made his world tick. Not loitering around a miniscule airport pulling a Waiting for Godot moment on infinite repeat for a no-show, flakey designer from California.
God grant him patience and balls of steel when he showed up without the designer and the all-important wedding dress, because his future sister-in-law Darci would certainly be unhappy. […]
He took a deep fortifying breath and froze. Airport smells assailed his senses—the sharp tang of bleach and lemon-scented cleaners, […] coffee, donuts, fried fast food, and under it all, the distinct musk of wolf.
Female wolf.
She smelled damn good. His wolf perked up, and his legs propelled him toward the empty baggage claim, where one bright-pink suitcase covered in Hello Kitty stickers sat, unclaimed, on the unmoving L-shaped conveyor belt. Her scent, stronger here, socked his gut, and his gaze shot to the corner.
The chaos around the woman stunned him silent. Large, paper coffee cup, half-eaten banana, and a quarter of a powdered doughnut perched on a brown paper bag next to her. Crumbs splattered the linoleum and the woman’s long-sleeved blue blouse in a thick layer of white, sugary dust. On her other side, two pink garment bags lay like corpses, along with a bubblegum-pink unzipped duffel as long as her outstretched, denim-clad legs. Some of the bag’s contents—pads of drawing paper and large swaths of fabric—protruded over the opening, the fabric splaying over her legs in a rainbow-colored blanket. Her feet peeked out of the mess, encased in sparkling pink UGGs. Good grief, sequins? She smacked her shiny boots together in a poor imitation of Dorothy and bobbed her head from side to side in time to some music only she seemed to hear. Her shoulder-length red hair, the color of ripe dark cherries—his favorite fruit—gleamed under the harsh airport lighting and curtained most her face from his view, save a pert nose and small chin, both speckled with a generous amount of freckles.
He’d always liked freckles.
Clearing his throat, he stepped closer, but she didn’t flinch in surprise or look up. Her attention remained on the tablet on her lap, the stylus between her pale, freckled fingers swiping without hesitation over her screen. […]
He positioned himself right in front of her wiggly, booted feet. “Excuse me, J—”
“Sh.” She raised her arm and flicked her hand in the universal get lost gesture.
He gaped at her. “Excuse me?”
Another wave of her hand while her stylus streaked across her tablet screen with the other. “Not interested.”
Nice voice. Low and husky. Her attitude, on the other hand… “But—”
“Go away.” Her velvet voice carried a stubborn edge.
In other circumstances, he would’ve admired her strength. But he’d wasted copious amounts of time hunting for the clearly inconsiderate and irresponsible female. “Fine. Get your own damn ride to Los Lobos. Jasmine.”
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Luna Joya Author of Tides of Time shares Potion Punch
Give a warm welcome to Luna Joya, author of Tides of Time. Pull up a chair, grab a drink of your choice from the cauldron. Take your choice of a bat wing Chocolate Chip or Pumpkin, or Peanut Butter cookie from the plate, and let’s find out a little about Luna and her Tides of Time and her Spooktacular Potion Punch!
Halloween Party by Luna Joya
simple shot for your All Hallows’ Eve. For the spooky effect, I added a tiny
amount of dry ice.
dry ice in an outer bowl to hold your punch bowl. Add a splash of hot water to
create 2-3 minutes of smoke effect. Handle with tongs as dry ice will burn your
skin, and never allow guests to consume more than the tiniest bit.
Punch
or spiced rum (poisoner’s pleasure)
desired. Just before serving, add the ginger ale.
and Oh’s
the cranberry juice to float the black on the red. Serve immediately.
Tides of Time by Luna Joya for steamy romance, magic, sisterhood, and mystery.
A sneak peek between the pages of Tides of Time.
All he’d thought about this week were her golden eyes, her scent, and the pull she had on him. He’d never experienced a connection on this base level to anyone or anything other than the ocean. It was crazy how she made him think of the call of waves and swells.
She stretched her fingers to brush the nape of his neck. Sam stilled with every single nerve focused on that delicate touch. He almost lost control when she grinned a mischievous, sly smile and a dimple flashed. His breath caught as she pressed her lips to his and quickly deepened the kiss.
He’d been wrong about her. She might be reserved and serene on the surface, but her passion was wild and bewitching. She was anything but the calm cool waters he’d expected. She was a riptide. Sam’s last coherent thought was how he’d be happy to drown in her before need took over.
* * * * *
Cami slid her fingers into the clipped hair at the nape of Sam’s neck, skimming upward to sink into his curls. Sudden hot desire flashed across her senses. She touched her tongue to his bottom lip and melted at his groan. He nudged her mouth open to tangle his tongue with hers. She smiled and nipped at him until she breathed in the smell of ocean air.
For a second, she panicked. Had she lost control in kissing Sam and drawn on her power?
She inhaled. This wasn’t her magic. It was Sam, his scent of saltwater mixed with that spicy alcohol hint she’d caught at the restaurant when he was near. It was dark, delicious, and intoxicating. She needed more.
She reached for his shoulders to tug him closer and got distracted by the muscles there. She ignored the quick pulse of heat at the base of her neck. All she wanted to feel was more of Sam. She pressed against him and clutched his shirt.
A door slammed somewhere in the building. He tore his lips away and lay his forehead against hers. Cami’s mouth trembled at the loss of his and the intensity of this newfound passion.
He lifted his head. “Was that part of the research? If it was, sign me up.”
Cami suspected from the roughness of his voice she’d gotten to him as much as he’d consumed her. She wanted to do that again as often as she could. His kiss was sexy and tempting, yet tender and giving all at the same time. There’d been an underlying need for more than physical contact. The sheer hunger in his kiss had been enough to make her crazy. She hummed over the seductive mixture and licked her lips for one last taste.
Sam narrowed his eyes on her mouth, his gaze hot with promise. “If you don’t stop looking at me like that, we are never going to be allowed back here again.”
It was Spooktacular having you with us today. Please feel free to stop by anytime. Good Luck with Tides of Time. Thanks for the frighteningly good cocktail recipes! Happy Halloween!
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