Pre-Order Blitz - Lunar Seductions: A Limited-Edition Collection of Paranormal and Fantasy Romance Stories #Shifters #PNR



Lunar Seductions
A Limited-Edition Collection of Paranormal and Fantasy Romance Stories

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Fantasy Romance
Publisher: Carnal Imprint
Date of Publication: October 6, 2026 
ISBN: 1230010323847
ASIN: B0HHBR6G1N

Book Description:

When the moon rises, desire follows.

Some lovers are chosen.
Some are destined.
And some are the kind you should run from, but where would be the fun in that?

Lunar Seductions brings together nine steamy tales of supernatural desire, dangerous attraction, and romance that refuses to play by mortal rules.

Lose yourself among shifters, monsters, psychics, goddesses, and other creatures of the night. Meet lovers bound by fate, trapped by circumstance, divided by old grudges, or drawn together despite every reason to stay apart.

There are secrets to uncover, enemies to tempt, boundaries to cross, and more than a few teeth and claws waiting in the dark.

Give in to temptation.

The moon won't tell.

Including stories by:
Stephanie Morris - USA Today bestselling author
Charmaine Louise Shelton
Nadine D. Price
Danika LaRue
Kiera Rose
Peyton Lawson
Celia Breslin
Ravyn Wilde
Ryan L Reeve 

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Diamond Moon Rising by Celia Breslin

Her wolf wants him. Her human side wants out.

After her last shift nearly kills her, human-wolf hybrid Darci has had enough—it’s time to stop shifting once and for all. Armed with a cryptic note from her dead shifter dad, she sets out in search of his mythical hometown in the wilds of Rogue Valley, Oregon, hoping Dad is right, and the shifters there might help.

As a dominant beta and pack protector, Ross is never taken by surprise…until a half-wolf half-human pixie with the biggest green eyes he’s ever seen lands on his doorstep. It’s rare for strangers to venture into their world—rarer still for a fated mate to literally fall into your arms. But she did, and he recognizes her immediately as his one and only.

Darci isn’t sure about the whole mate business. She just wants a normal human life, free from shifting. Ross won’t give up on her wolf and tries to help her accept her true nature and their mate bond. But the Full Moon is three days away, threatening Darci with a potentially deadly shift, and certain pack members would rather kill a human than help one. Darci might not survive long enough to trust Ross with her heart.

Excerpt from Diamond Moon Rising by Celia Breslin  

A thump from outside on his deck, heavier than the staccato taps of the hail, halted him in his foyer. More offbeat thuds sounded near the front door.

Company in this weather?

No one would venture up his private road uninvited…

He stalked to his door and released a bit of power in warning. If they were a shifter, they would likely take the hint. And if they didn’t… Well, he was a dominant wolf, a Beta, and one of the alpha’s enforcers.

They don’t stand a chance.

The feedback froze his fingers on the doorknob.

Female.

He inhaled. Damn, she smells good.

Human. Wolf.

Wait…both?

The copper tang of blood hit his nose. She’s injured.

He flung open the door and caught his visitor off guard, one small, white fist raised to knock. The woman startled then fell forward. Ross caught her in his arms then pulled her inside, kicking the door shut with one booted foot.

The petite female sagged against him, a shivering bundle of sopping wet woman. Underneath the dampness, her scent drop-kicked his gut.

Fresh and sweet, like apples dipped in cinnamon and honey.

His body perked up, taking extreme notice. A growl of possession threatened to tear out of his throat, and an ancient, primal energy stirred to life inside him, accelerating his pulse.

Holy hell, she’s my potential mate.

The scent of her blood spurred him into action. He lowered her gently to the floor. “Are you okay?”

His instincts urged him to check her for wounds everywhere, but he was a stranger and didn’t want to spook her. But goddamn, he wanted to touch her. Peel off her wet clothes. To see all of her and warm her with his body.

With a jacket covering her torso, baggy jeans hiding her legs, and a ball cap pulled low over her face, all he could see so far was her quivering pale chin, full red lips, and delicate, trembling fingers peeking out from her coat sleeves.

“S-s-sorry, d-dripping all ov-v-ver your f-f-floor,” she said, her teeth chattering.

Her snow-white fingers curled into fists, her arms trembling with the effort to keep herself upright. Blood droplets dotted the floor plank near her hip.

To hell with propriety. “You’re injured. Let me help you.” He pulled up her cap and damn near swallowed his tongue.

Big green eyes blinked up at him from a face so pale it made him think of moonlight. Drenched, short black hair lay plastered to her head, the ends framing features reminiscent of the fairies his sister loved to draw.

Ethereal beauty. Want her to be my beauty.

She flinched and batted his hand away. “Stop,” she rasped before listing to her side, her body trembling.

With the cold or fear?

He desperately didn’t want her to be afraid. “Sorry. Please, let me help you. I’m Ross. You’re safe here. I promise.”


About the Author:

Celia Breslin lives in San Francisco, California, USA, with her family, including three feisty felines who like to stalk across her keyboard while she’s hard at work crafting urban fantasy, sci-fi and paranormal romances. Her current creature obsessions are wolf shifters, the Fae, vampires, warrior-class angels, and cyborgs, and her action-packed stories include some of her favorite tropes: fated mates, second chance, grumpy sunshine, opposites attract, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, and more.

When not glued to her laptop, Celia likes to work out, read books (of course!), hang with her family, and binge-watch sci-fi and fantasy TV shows and movies. Matcha lattes keep her fueled for All The Life Stuff!

Website: http://www.celiabreslin.com       











Bewitching Book Tours Conjures the Second Annual Spooktastic Haunted Book Fair

 



A Wickedly Grown-Up Twist on the Childhood Favorite Scholastic Book Fair — Featuring 18 Local Authors, Artists, and Book Vendors

Dust off your broomstick and dig out your favorite hearth-side reading chair: Bewitching Book Tours is summoning the spirits once more for the second annual Spooktastic Haunted Book Fair, the deliciously dark, grown-up answer to the Scholastic Book Fairs you used to beg your parents for money to attend.

This year's haunting happens on Saturday, October 17, from 12–3 p.m. at Creative Cafe, 3318 Corunna Rd, Flint, MI 48503 — and the cobwebs are already being hung.

Book lovers with a taste for the eerie and otherworldly are invited to creep, browse, and binge-shop their way through tables stacked with dark and paranormal romance, spine-tingling horror, haunting histories, and fantastical tales perfect for readers who like their stories a little cursed and their endings a little bloody.

This isn't your average book fair. Eighteen local authors, artists, and book vendors will be on hand to chat, sign, and tempt you into adding "just one more" to your TBR pile (we don't judge). 

Beyond the books, shoppers will find bookmarks, stickers, and other macabre merchandise to complete their haunted haul — plus free goodie bags for the first 25 who walk through the door. 

New this year: raffle tickets for prizes that will be awarded at 2pm. 

Genres haunting the tables this year include:
🖤 Romance
🐉 Romantasy
🩸 Dark Romance
👻 Paranormal Romance
🔪 Horror
⚰️ Haunted History
🌙 Urban Fantasy
🔮 Speculative Fiction
☕ Cozy Mystery
...and more lurking surprises

Whether you're hunting for your next obsession-worthy paranormal romance, a ghost story to read by candlelight, or just a perfectly spooky souvenir, the Spooktastic Haunted Book Fair has something wicked for every reader.


Event Details

What: Spooktastic Haunted Book Fair
When: Saturday, October 17, 12–3 p.m.
Where: Creative Cafe, 3318 Corunna Rd, Flint, MI 48503
Featuring: 18 local authors, artists & book vendors | Free goodie bags | Raffle prizes
For more details, visit the Facebook event page 



A Festival of Oddities is This Weekend!!!!


Join me at The FOO! 

Presented by Scream Queen Productions and The Courthouse Square Association, admission to the grounds is free, and admission to the museum is just $5/person. 

Visit the Macabre Marketplace with over 100 peddlers of the peculiar, grab lunch on Food Truck Row, adopt a new familiar in our Creature Cavern, visit the Living Library to meet your favorite true crime and horror authors, tour the haunted Courthouse Square Museum and peruse exclusive exhibits, and so much more!

Saturday, September 5, 11 am-6 pm

Sunday, September 6, 11 am-4 pm

https://www.facebook.com/events/24702470592726033




 

Authors at ArtWalk Brought to you by Bewitching Book Tours

 




Authors at ArtWalk is an evening of books, creativity, and local authors during Flint’s monthly ArtWalk.

16 Michigan authors representing a wide range of genres including: romance, romantasy, dark romance, paranormal romance, horror, haunted history, urban fantasy, speculative fiction, cozy mystery, and more.

This event is FREE to attend.

Where:
Shops on Saginaw
601 S. Saginaw St
Flint, MI 48502

When:
Friday, September 11, 2026
6:00–9:00 PM

About ArtWalk:

Flint ArtWalk is a collaborative event featuring downtown businesses and cultural organizations within Flint’s Downtown Entertainment District. It takes place on the second Friday of every month, from 6–9 PM, with locations rotating monthly. Maps are available at the Greater Flint Arts Council, and parking is available throughout the downtown area.





















Guest Blog- MalaBrava by Carol James Marshall #Horror #DarkHumor



I am Mexican American. My culture has always made room for brujas, aka witches and my mother loved them. At least once every six weeks, she visited her favorite witch, Doña Lupe, for a tarot reading. She also insisted that I come along and have my cards read because my mami, Lucinda, believed it was extremely important.

Most of the time, I didn’t want to go.

Doña Lupe had a large following and saw clients only twice a week. You had to arrive at her house, grab a chair in the makeshift waiting room on her back porch, and wait your turn. This could take hours upon hours.

Of course, everyone waiting would chat and laugh, but I have never been very patient. The long waits made me dread going. I was also a nonbeliever, so being dragged into yet another bruja-related activity simply because my mother wanted me there had worn me down over the years.
One day, just as we sat down to wait our turn, Doña Lupe finished with a client and stuck her head outside. She looked directly at me.

“¡Tú!” she said, pointing for me to go with her.

Startled, I stood up. There were several people ahead of me, but I took one look at my mother.

She didn’t seem concerned in the least. Instead, she looked excited, as though I had just been selected for the top prize on Let’s Make a Deal.

I followed Doña Lupe inside.

I sat down and gave her a look that said, Now what?

She handed me her tarot deck and instructed me to repeat the words she always told me to say:
“Creo y no creo.”

“I believe, and I don’t believe.”

I repeated the phrase three times. 

She shuffled and arranged the cards, then started turning them over and offering advice. After a while, she nodded as though agreeing with something only she could see. She looked at me and said, “You need to go to a bar by yourself. A man is coming to you, but he is far away. You get ready.”

I thanked Doña Lupe and quickly went back to my mom. While thinking there was no way in hell I was going to hang out in bars by myself.

About six months later, I started working as a bartender. Two years after that, I met a man who was from literally the other side of the country. I was from California. He was from Georgia.

We have now been married for twenty-seven years.

I am still a skeptic, but Doña Lupe wasn’t merely right. She was remarkably right. Somehow, she knew she needed to speak to me that day, and somehow, I happened to be there.

Serendipity feels like the right word for all of it.

Whenever people tell me they don’t believe in tarot or things like it, I think back to Doña Lupe and the words she always made me repeat: “I believe, and I don’t believe.”



MalaBrava 
Carol James Marshall 

Genre: Horror, Dark Comedy
Date of Publication: August 1, 2026
ASIN: B0H12RB68Z
Number of pages: 241
Word Count: 58,477

Book Description:

Welcome to Malabrava a town where the squirrels carry knives, the vampires have HOA problems, and the local mad scientist is still workshopping the perfect dick.

When Grizzy Del Monstruo isn’t decapitating problems or resurrecting boyfriends in her basement lab, she’s navigating family dinners, supernatural bureaucracy, and the inconvenience of having a moral compass. Around her, monsters bicker, humans wander in by accident, and nobody seems particularly concerned about the body count as long as it stays within city limits.

Malabrava is a brutally funny, deeply inappropriate adult dark comedy packed with gore, sex, monsters, and unhinged domesticity.

If you like your horror ridiculous, your comedy filthy, and your towns aggressively cursed, you’ve just found your new favorite place to never visit.

Excerpt:

Griselda grew up in Malabrava. Her family founded the town. The streets, the smells, the houses, the people, and even the squirrels with knives run through her veins. She loves Malabrava and all its quirks.

Grizzy is a Del Monstruo. Not the youngest, not the oldest. She’s the middle-aged one. The Auntie. The one who never married, never wanted to. Grizzy’s the one people call when something needs to be handled. Because that’s what Grizzy does. Grizzy handles things.

Nobody asks how. It’s understood. Grizzy is what some might call sketchy with a heart of gold. She’ll go to war for the people she loves, and she has a clean, no-fuss method of decapitation for the ones she doesn’t.

She lives in the family home, dead center in the town of Malabrava. Her parents retired to a smaller place on the outskirts, saying they needed more land for at-home burials. Her sister Gracie prefers her condo near their parents. Gracie said that the convenient burial space is a plus. Makes cleanup easier.

They left Grizzy the house. You’d expect a gothic mansion, right? This is Malabrava, where things creep in broad daylight. A home for someone called Del Monstruo should come with bats, cobwebs, a gong, a butler who only groans, and a maid with wild frizzy red hair and access to the gong.

But no.

Grizzy’s grandfather was a modernist. Way ahead of his time. He wanted to be a supervillain, and in his mind, supervillains needed sleek, sprawling homes with underground bunkers, hidden rooms, and plans for a moat.

He never made it to “super.” He was a decent villain. He refused to recycle and regularly flipped off children, but he lacked the follow-through. He couldn’t commit to one evil scheme long enough to earn the title.

Grizzy’s grandmother was the true force. A science-minded woman with dangerous ideas. She adored the modern mansion. It gave her room for her lab.

That lab became Grizzy’s favorite place in the world.

Grizzy the fixer, the inventor, the one always tinkering away in her lab is deeply loved by her family. But her mother, a devout occultist with a dramatic streak, had other hopes. She wanted Griselda to be witchy. Ideally, a Voodoo Priestess. She always said Griselda looked striking in white. Though, in the end, she would’ve settled for a kitchen witch with a solid essential oil game.

Her father, a known vampire, had his hopes too. Gracie inherited the thirst. Gracie was the one born with a taste for blood.

But not Grizzy.

Instead, she snuck into her grandmother’s lab as a child. Touched everything labeled “Do Not Touch.” Sniffed everything marked “Hazard.” Dreamed of beakers and blueprints. She ignored every warning.

At twelve, she came out to the family as a Mad Scientist.

Her parents told her they loved her. Accepted her, a little reluctantly. Gracie grinned. She had another reason to be the favorite now.

They threw a family barbecue for her official announcement. The cousins came. The uncles, the aunts, the vaguely-related lurkers. Grizzy cut a cake shaped like a beaker and declared, “I’m a Mad Scientist, like Granny.”

There was a pause.

Some awkward glances.

Then applause.

The Del Monstruos were known for monsters...being them, birthing them, bargaining with them. But Grizzy wasn’t rattled by the hesitation. She knew the truth.

What was better than being a monster?

Inventing them.


About the Author:

Carol James Marshall is a storyteller who loves serving up scary stories with and sometimes adds some laughs. 

Carol writes genre-bending horror packed with comedy, paranormal twists, sci-fi, and suspense. As a bilingual, low-vision author, she uses adaptive tech and bold fonts to bring her stories to life, crafting her books in English, Spanish, or sometimes both. 

When she isn't weaving nightmares or getting lost in an audiobook, Carol works as a medical coder and biller. Her journey spans from the sunny streets of Los Angeles, California, to the vibrant culture of Mexicali, Mexico, and she now happily calls Georgia home.




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