Upcoming Events




Curious at Crossroads
June 21 & 22
11am- 5pm

Crossroads Village & Huckleberry Railroad
6140 Bray Rd, 
Flint, MI

Step into the strange as the historic Crossroads Village turns into an asylum of the wildly weird at Curious at Crossroads: Oddities Fest! 

Explore over 100 unique vendors, check out one of our guest speakers, grab some lunch from a food truck or the Crossroads Café, jump inside a UFO, tour the historic Village, purchase a book from our “Tub of Terrors”, daily entertainment, and special guest Tony Moran, the iconic unmasked Michael Myers from the 1978 horror classic Halloween. Embrace the odd and join us for a truly unforgettable experience!

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Mark Your Calendar: Saturday, August 2 | 2–4 PM

Get ready for a delightfully spooky afternoon! I'm brewing up a crafty little event where we'll dive into tales of the area's most haunted locations—all while creating your very own haunted keychain to take home as a keepsake (or a charm to ward off spirits 

These keychains are fun and easy to make. You'll have a wide variety of colors to choose from. You will select your ghost and all the beads you wish to use to create your haunting masterpiece. No beading experience needed, you won't even need tools. 

This event will be at The Majestic Wolf Crafts & More in Burton.

$15 fee covers the informal presentation, supplies for the keychain, and light refreshments. 

The chills are complimentary.







A Festival of Oddities
August 30 & 31 2025
Saturday 11am-6pm
Sunday 11am-4pm

Courthouse Square Museum
100 W. Lawrence Ave., Charlotte, MI

In the 1940s and 50s, there were so many Bigfoot sightings in the Charlotte area, a section of town became known as "Gorilla Swamp." Are there really sasquatch in Charlotte? And more importantly, if we throw them a party, will they come to it?

Come celebrate a very cryptidy YEAR SEVEN of The FOO with us! 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, climb inside a giant spaceship, tour the haunted Courthouse Square Museum and peruse exclusive exhibits, and so much more! 

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Michigan's Ghostly Getaways: Travel to Michigan's Most Haunted Locations

Monday September 29, 2025
5:00pm - 7:00pm

Lapeer District Library
deAngeli Meeting Room
921 West Nepessing St
Lapeer, MI 48446

Embark on a spine-chilling journey through the Mitten State with Haunted Flint author Roxanne Rhoads as she unveils the spooky history of Michigan's most haunted locations.

https://www.library.lapeer.org/event/michigans-ghostly-getaways-travel-michigans-most-haunted-locations-19039

Registration for this event will be open from September 15, 2025 @ 9:00am to September 29, 2025 @ 5:00pm.



Bewitching Book Tours is curating a Halloween Book Fair on October 18 in Flint. We seek Michigan authors and artists/crafters who make spooky and book-related items.

Authors of dark romances, paranormal romances, horror, fantasy, romantasy, true crime, and haunted history books (or anything else that fits into the dark and spooky category).

Vendors of book and Halloween-related arts and products- bookmarks, tote bags, art, and other macabre merchandise.

Apply here: https://forms.gle/T4fwF6CpXQV4AwQP8

We are also seeking sponsors for this event. Sponsors will be showcased on all social media platforms and at the event. 

Spooktastic Haunted Book Fair, October 18 from 12- 3pm at the Creative Cafe 3318 Corunna Rd, Flint, MI 48503

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Roxanne is available for book signings, readings, library presentations, and other events. 

Please contact her for available times and rates. 

You can reach Roxanne at hauntedflintauthor@gmail.com

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Events I am Organizing for Late Summer and Fall

I am dipping my toes back into in-person event planning this year. 

I have two upcoming events I am putting together. 

Sponsors and volunteers are welcome :-)



Mark Your Calendar: Saturday, August 2 | 2–4 PM

Get ready for a delightfully spooky afternoon! I'm brewing up a crafty little event where we'll dive into tales of the area's most haunted locations—all while creating your very own haunted keychain to take home as a keepsake (or a charm to ward off spirits 

These keychains are fun and easy to make. You'll have a wide variety of colors to choose from. You will select your ghost and all the beads you wish to use to create your haunting masterpiece. No beading experience needed, you won't even need tools. 

This event will be at The Majestic Wolf Crafts & More in Burton.

$15 fee covers the informal presentation, supplies for the keychain, and light refreshments. 

The chills are complimentary.




Bewitching Book Tours is curating a Halloween Book Fair on October 18 in Flint. We seek Michigan authors and artists/crafters who make spooky and book-related items.

Authors of dark romances, paranormal romances, horror, fantasy, romantasy, true crime, and haunted history books (or anything else that fits into the dark and spooky category).

Vendors of book and Halloween-related arts and products- bookmarks, tote bags, art, and other macabre merchandise.

Apply here: https://forms.gle/T4fwF6CpXQV4AwQP8

We are also seeking sponsors for this event. Sponsors will be showcased on all social media platforms and at the event. 

Spooktastic Haunted Book Fair, October 18 from 12- 3pm at the Creative Cafe 3318 Corunna Rd, Flint, MI 48503

https://www.facebook.com/events/2070930936747892/


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Poseidon’s Daughters: Reckoning by Reign Reeves Pearson #SciFi #Thriller




Poseidon’s Daughters: Reckoning
Poseidon’s Daughters
Book 1
Reign Reeves Pearson

Genre: Sci-Fi, Thriller
Date of Publication: March 21, 2025
ISBN: B0DZNZ6QPC
ASIN: B0DZCKJBGX
Number of pages: 262
Word Count: 62,400
Cover Artist: Reign Reeves Pearson

Tagline: They wanted a ghost, she’ll give them a reckoning

Book Description: 

They trained her to be a weapon. Now, she’s turning the blade on them.

Eirianwen was Poseidon’s crowning achievement—until she walked away from everything. She’s evaded them for years, carving out a life in the shadows, leaving behind the bloodstained world they forced her into. Now, the past she’s been running from has finally caught up. A storm-wracked night. A breach in her sanctuary. Someone is watching. Someone is waiting. And this time, they don’t just want her dead—they want her to doubt herself. They want the world to believe she’s lost her mind.

They’ve been watching her. Manipulating her. Preparing for her downfall.

Now, the elite organization that built her is coming to collect. Not to kill—to control. They don’t need to break her. They just need to make sure no one believes her when she starts screaming.They want her to understand that her escape, her freedom, was all an illusion.

Erased. Discredited. Untouchable.

But Eirianwen has spent her whole life surviving. And when the walls start closing in, she doesn’t run. She hunts.

Poseidon wants her desperate. Unraveling. Helpless.

They’re about to learn just how dangerous she can be.

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Book Trailer: https://youtu.be/hpJsOfvRKxI

Excerpt 

Eirianwen ripped out the earpiece and slammed it onto the desk. Panic swirled at the edges of her mind, but she forced it down. Now wasn’t the time. She grabbed a larger bag from under the desk, slung it over her shoulder, and stormed out. In the closet, she set the bag aside, pressing a hidden panel on the side of her bed. A drawer slid open, revealing her arsenal. Her hands shook as she armed herself, snapping a knife into its sheath and loading a handgun with quick, practiced movements. Now, to find them. Moving swiftly, she ran through the house, slipping out the back door and straight into the storm-charged air. Sullivan’s workshop. If she was going to do this right, she’d need a shovel. She yanked open the heavy wooden door, eyes darting over the mess inside.Where the fuck is it? Why is this place always such a goddamn disaster?

A glint of metal under the workbench caught her eye. She crouched, snatched up a spade, and bolted back outside. The rain had started in earnest, cold drops slicing through the thick humidity. She sprinted to where the trackers last pinged, her boots sinking slightly into the softening earth, almost tripping thanks to a low spot. Looking back at the spot, it was all wrong. She knew something was buried there.

Gripping the shovel tightly, she drove it into the ground. The soil gave easily...far too easily. The clay should have been a nightmare to dig through. Someone had already done the work for her. Within moments, her blade hit something solid, and dread curled in her stomach. She dropped to her knees, clawing at the loose earth with bare hands until the objects were free. Her breath hitched. Six trackers. All of them. Cold, useless, and buried like a mockery of her own paranoia. Eirianwen sat back on her heels, mud caking her fingers as she stared at the pile in her hands. Someone knew.

Her cheeks burned hot, but the rest of her body felt frozen. Tears welled, spilling silently down her face as the questions flooded in. Why? Why would Sullivan do this? Had he done this? He wouldn’t put the kids in danger—would he? Where were they? How long had he planned this? Her stomach twisted. Then, her phone buzzed—a single notification. Hands trembling,  she wiped her palms on her pants and yanked it from her pocket. Wi-Fi restored—a new alert. Someone had just crossed the perimeter.

“It better be Sullivan and the kids.”

Eirianwen exhaled sharply, swiping at the sweat and tears streaking her face. Standing, she brushed the dirt from her clothes as best she could, shoving the useless trackers deep into her pocket. She locked her phone and steadied herself. If the kids were with Sullivan, she needed to stay calm. Normal. They couldn’t see the weapons strapped under her clothing. At least the incoming storm gave her an excuse to rush them inside. She’d get them safe first—then she’d deal with Sullivan. She turned toward the tree line, heart pounding in her throat. The property was massive, and she had built the house at its farthest edge. Finally, headlights cut through the gloom. A vehicle emerged. Not Sullivan’s truck. A cold, electric jolt shot down her spine. Every instinct screamed at her.

No one came out here. No one. She had made sure of it. For years, she had meticulously crafted the illusion of a perfectly ordinary life. She knew everyone in town—just enough to avoid suspicion, but never enough to invite curiosity. A delicate balance of friendly but distant. She never gave anyone a reason to visit. She didn't even use their real address! She picked up all of their mail and deliveries in town. So who the hell thought they had the right to pull up to her house? The SUV slowed to a stop, tires crunching against the gravel. The doors swung open in near unison, and two men stepped out. Sheriff Ford. Deputy Pines. Ford adjusted his jacket, his gaze steady, unreadable. Pines lingered a step behind, eyes sharp, scanning. Ford closed the gap between them, and gave Eirianwen a curt nod.

 

About the Author:

Reign Reeves Pearson is a writer, storyteller, and chaos enthusiast based in Houston, where she lives with her husband, four kids, and three cats who may or may not be plotting world domination. She thrives on Kopiko, rainy days, and an endless love for Final Fantasy VII and Dungeons & Dragons.

 

She’s been writing for as long as she can remember. But in 2019, a health scare forced her to take a hard look at her life, and the answer was clear: writing wasn’t just something she did. It was what she was meant to do.

 

Her debut novel and series, Poseidon’s Daughters: Reckoning, is her first and only planned adventure into sci-fi. Going forward, expect Southern Gothic chills, cosmic nightmares, and nostalgic ‘90s horror—all infused with her signature mix of heart, humor, and a touch of the macabre.

 

When she’s not writing, she’s probably dreaming up elaborate D&D campaigns, getting emotionally wrecked by Final Fantasy VII (again), or staring dramatically out a window while it rains.

 

Follow her chaotic creative journey at:

 

https://reignvox.com/

 

https://x.com/notorious_rrp

 

https://www.twitch.tv/ReignVox

 

https://www.youtube.com/@notorious_rrp

 

https://www.instagram.com/notorious_rrp/

 

https://www.instagram.com/reignreevespearson/

 

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/48135392.Reign_Reeves_Pearson

 

https://www.amazon.com/stores/Reign-Reeves-Pearson/author/B0DZDDF88T





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Halloween Flash Fiction by Valerie Storm



“Don’t eat too much candy,” Kari warned weakly.

          “Ah, let them enjoy themselves!” Ari said with a laugh.

          Kia stood next to Valia and Lucien, her closest friends. She was dressed in feline ears and tail—something her Uncle Guine found distinctly hilarious, which made her happy—while Valia donned a mask lined with fake flowers and Lucien wore a dark cloak and sharp fangs.

          “We’ll be fine, Mama!” Kia said.

          “Guine said he’d watch us,” Lucien added innocently.

          “That’s part of what I’m worried about,” Kari muttered.

          “Go, have fun.” Ari looped an arm over Kari’s shoulder and pulled her close. “This is what the Night of Masks is for; dressing up and enjoying the cool nights.”

          “And the candied foods!” Lucien squealed.

          Valia smirked. “Yes. Those too.”

          Kia hopped once, then spun around. Her little fake cat tail—so much longer than her real, wolf one—flopped behind her. “Let’s go!”

          Valia, Lucien, and Kia scampered down the road into the thick of Freehaven. Fellow demons and humans meandered and ran up and down the roads, all adorned in costumes—scary, eye-grabbing, or simple. Stands were setup where the locals offered free, homemade foods and sweets. With her enhanced wolfish nose, Kia smelled candied apples, sweet roasted corn, savory legs of chicken, frozen cream, and more. Lucien lifted his nose toward the apples while Valia leaned for the chicken.

          Kia glanced between them and grinned. “Come on, let’s get some food!”

          The lines were long, so they split up: Valia went to get three legs of chicken while Lucien offered to buy them each a candied apple. Kia teetered between the options before finally choosing a stand offering honeyed cinnamon tea. The scent carried on a stray breeze, pulling her closer. She dug in her pocket for the meager money she’d saved for the Night of Masks—and barely had enough for two cups.

          Even so, Kia stepped forward. There was no one in line, after all, and the seller perked up as she approached.

          “Welcome!” they said in a croak of a voice—boyish, yet not one Kia recognized. Their face was covered by a crow mask.

          “Two teas, please. Is that honey and cinnamon?”

          “Only the best for a young wolf demon,” Crow Mask said. He ducked and shuffled around before producing two cups and a pot of steaming water.

          Kia watched as he poured the water into the cups, then added tightly packed bags of sprinkled herbs. Something about him noting that she was a wolf demon felt strange—not that it would have been very hard to notice she obviously wasn’t a cat demon, but most people in Freehaven did not make that distinction.

          Even so, Kia took the two cups when Crow Mask offered them.

          “Five silver,” he said with a smile that cut along the edge of his dark mask.

          Kia extended her hand. The silvers glittered in her palm—

          And then someone grabbed her by the wrist, someone tall and quite suddenly by her side.

          “Kia, put that tea down,” Guine said.

          “Uncle?” Kia gasped.

          Her Uncle Guine was a tall human—the tallest in Freehaven by far, she thought. He was also a legendary master of magic. He had shown Kia tons of tricks, yet she knew he had so many more things up his sleeve.

          The lower half of Crow Mask’s face flushed. “What is the meaning of—”

          In the blink of an eye, Guine snatched the cups of tea out of Kia’s hand, dumped them, and tossed them aside. “There’s been some word of hooligans slipping odd herbs into drinks to see what happens to the victim. Freehaven’s Council has been investigating, but hasn’t come up with any leads. So Kari requested my help.

          “And of course you’d show up on this night, when everyone’s excited and willing to buy just about anything for the festivities,” Guine growled.

          Crow Mask froze. Kia looked at him, then at Guine, then back at Crow Mask.

          Then the boy behind the stand flung bags into the air. Dust exploded, blinding Kia; she turned, covered her face with her arm, and coughed.

          “Don’t inhale too much!” Guine shouted. “Get back, find your friends! I’ll handle this.”

          Kia stumbled away, eager to do as he bid; her uncle would handle this. She just wanted to find her friends and maybe head back home. Her vision was blurry, her nose stung; she rubbed her eyes.

          She made it barely four steps before someone grabbed her by the arms. Valia’s cool hands encircled her biceps.

          “Kia! Are you okay?”

          “We heard a crash at that tea stand,” came Lucien’s voice.

          “Fine,” Kia mumbled. “Something about someone selling faulty tea. My eyes burn.” She rubbed them again.

          Valia gently pulled her hand away from her eyes. “Let’s go home. Your dad will have something for that.”

          “Here.” Lucien placed a clay bowl into her hands. “I got us apples!”

          “At least these are safe,” Kia said as she munched on a juicy, sticky, sweet slice of apple. “How could someone try to trick me like that?!”

          “People are strange,” Valia said, which was something she said often.

          “It’s okay,” Lucien said. “We have the whole rest of the night for the Night of Masks. Once your dad fixes your eyes up, we can head back out—and not try any strange teas.”

          “Yeah…yeah!” Kia agreed with a little more hop to her step.

          In the distance, her sharp ears picked up the sharp sounds of someone pleading forgiveness before their whines cut off. She was sure Uncle Guine wouldn’t seriously hurt someone, but she knew whoever they were, they wouldn’t make a mistake like tonight again.

          


Fate of the Storm
Demon Storm 
Book Eight
Valerie Storm

Genre: Young Adult Fantasy
Publisher: Shadow Spark Publishing
Date of Publication: 5/13/2025
ISBN: 9781956883343 
ASIN: B0F4BD7X8Y
Number of pages: 374
Word Count:  97,896
Cover Artist: @Ginkahederling

Book Description:

The shadows have retreated with Raven's downfall, but darkness still curls at the edges of the world. For a moment, though, Kari and Ari have a moment of peace. There is a glimmer of light that threatens to wash away the darkness as they finally bind their fates together in a formal ceremony.

But Raven hasn't given up, and there's an older, crueler foe who hasn't forgotten Kari - the Lord of Demons, the very one who crafted the Catalyst which Raven sought to control, still trapped in an ancient Tree.

Kari's moment of joy comes to a halt as the world shakes and Taris is ripped apart.

Velthas has risen.
Bewitching Exclusive Excerpt: 

Zina scoffed. “If I had not treated you as an anomaly—if I had not taken the prophecy into consideration and been blinded by my own fool goals, would we be here?”

Kari approached her and leaned against the wall beside the window. “Something would have guided us here eventually,” she said. “That’s what Guine said. You really are arrogant if you think it’s all on you.”

Zina laughed, though it was tired and desperately lacking any amusement. “Maybe the Catalyst would have followed its fate. I certainly am not so full of myself that I would take all the blame for the wiles of destiny, if such a thing exists. But the fact is I made great leaps in the wrong direction not because I thought it was right, but because I was selfish.” She turned and looked at Kari with shadowed, gray eyes. “I am sorry for everything my actions put you through, Kari.”

Kari’s heart twisted. She cleared her throat. “An apology, from you?”

Zina smiled wryly. “You won’t get another.”

Kari’s tail twitched at the way she said that. “Thank you, Zina. I forgive you.”

Zina closed her eyes and turned to the window again.

“Zina…” Kari hesitantly started. “If there is something you know, something you think you have to prove…well.” She rubbed the back of her neck. “We saw your letters to Nova. We know you’ve been talking to the angels,” she said quickly before she could regret the words. “If Kinera—the Seraph of Nalmi—told you to do something…” Kari exhaled an annoyed breath. “Listen, we’re all in this together. Every single one of us has a task, and every single one of us is going to celebrate tomorrow after we’ve won. But that means we have to rely on each other, trust each other.”

Zina was quiet. Kari was afraid their talk would be over, replaced with defensive anger.

At last, Zina hummed. She dug her fingers into the window and shoved it up, allowing a freshly cool breeze to whip her hair out of place. “You always hated my secrets, Kari. I regret to inform you I rather enjoy them.” She smirked and a glint came to her gray eyes, a liveliness Kari hadn’t seen since they’d come back. “You will know everything you need to when it’s all over.”

“That’s not enough, Zina,” Kari insisted. “Whatever she’s asked you to do, you don’t have to. Or we can help you. I can—”

“If you could help me with this, I would gladly let you,” Zina said. “However, this is a burden I have carried for a long, long time. I have no regrets now. Do you understand, Kari?”

Kari opened her mouth, then closed it. She bit her lip. “Zina…”

“Whatever happens tomorrow,” Zina said firmly, “I have no regrets. Do you understand?”

She repeated the question in a tone made of steel; Kari had not heard her talk so since the days of her training.

“I understand,” she muttered. “But if I find an alternative, I’m taking it.”

Zina’s lips twitched into an almost-smile. “I expected nothing less.”

 

About the Author:

Valerie Storm was raised in Tucson, Arizona. Growing up, she fell in love with everything fantasy. When she wasn’t playing video games, she was writing. By age ten, she began to write her own stories as a way to escape reality. When these stories became a full-length series, she considered the path to sharing with other children and children-at/heart looking for a place to call home.











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Halfway to Halloween Expo

 

I'll be at the Halfway to Halloween Expo

Saturday May 10

11 am to 6 pm


Washtenaw Farm Council Grounds

5055 Ann Arbor-Saline Rd 

Ann Arbor, MI 48103


Over 170 Unique Vendors: 

Explore a wide variety of vendors offering everything from decorations, costumes, masks, and prosthetics to handmade crafts, props, wet specimens, oddities, home decor, jewelry, clothing, baked goods, books, and so much more. It’s the perfect opportunity to find truly one-of-a-kind items!

Collaborative Haunted Walkthrough: 

Experience a spine-chilling haunted walkthrough created by the talented teams from The Scream Machine, Erebus Haunted Attraction, Nightmare Realm Haunted Attractions, Haunting In The Hills, Deranged Haunt, St. Charles Haunted House, and Nightmares from Hell haunted attraction. Get ready for plenty of screams and scares, giving you a taste of what awaits during the haunting season!

Hearse Car Show: 

Enjoy a showcase of unique hearses on display.

Charity Raffle: 

Participate in our charity raffle for a chance to win exciting prizes.  All proceeds will benefit Washtenaw Farm Council Grounds.

Live Performances: 

Enjoy captivating live entertainment throughout the day.

Costume Contest: 

This is a fantastic opportunity to show off your creativity! Categories include:

- Most Original

- Best Overall

- Scariest

- Best Movie Inspired

- Best Group (2 or more)

Kids' Costume Contest (ages 12 and under): Categories include:

- Funniest

- Scariest

- Cutest

- Most Original

Food Trucks: 

Savor delicious offerings from 13 different food trucks, including:

- Schultz Concessions.LLC

- Twisted Sugar Bubble Bar

- Quick Bites LLC

- DSR BBQ

- The Food Bandit

- The Grilled Wrap

- Double B’z Freeze &Tea’z

- Little Caesars Pizza Truck

- 734 And More Food Truck

- Funk It Up Fries

- Fuller Farms Mini Donuts

- Shawarma Chef

- Professor Butturbeer

Networking Opportunities: 

Connect with fellow Halloween enthusiasts, makeup artists, and creators in the community.

Community Atmosphere: 

Celebrate Halfway to Halloween in a lively environment where fans can come together to share their passions.

Tickets: 

Just $5 in advance and $10 at the door grants you access to all the excitement, including the haunted walkthrough! Plus, children aged 12 and under are free!

Purchase tickets here:

 https://app.hauntpay.com/events/halfway-to-halloween-expo-1/event_times/1531455

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Release Day Blitz Dark Shadow of Guilt by TM Smith #Romantasy #PNR #Fantasy


Dark Shadow of Guilt
Winged Assassin Series
Book One
TM Smith

Genre: Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Date of Publication: April 18, 2025
ISBN: 978-0-3695-1163-8
ASIN: B0F2XZZ55K
Number of pages: 377
Word Count: 96,146
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Book Description:  

Dominion, a guilt-ridden Immortal who is the black-winged assassin of the OneCreator, rescues Madeline, a mortal who has been thrust into a world she never existed knew. Kidnapped, she was brought to Angor in OneWorld and tortured. As her path intertwines with Dom’s, she grapples with her evolution and newfound gifts. 

Theirs is a tale of doubt and forgiveness, forbidden love, sacrifice, and conflict that threatens the existence of OneWorld. 

Packed with puzzling occurrences and twists and turns, this is a story that will mesmerize readers from start to finish. Amidst chaos in OneWorld, their love is put to the ultimate test against looming threats that threaten the fabric of existence.

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Excerpt:

 

Madeline dragged a fork through her potatoes, eventually shoving a bite into her mouth. When she finished chewing, she broke off a piece of crisp bacon and popped it in, licking her lips. “I was thinking about going home, but when you came into the kitchen, I realized how much help you need around here. You probably don’t pay enough attention to yourself. Like eating regularly. Your laundry. Cleaning house. I could organize stuff. Take care of your place.” She winked again. “And you.”

She tilted her chin, a strand of hair feathering across her cheek as she slipped him an irresistible smile. He followed the sweep of her tongue across her lower lip again.

Damn. Things were taking a definite turn toward strange.

Finished, Dom pushed his plate away. He gripped the handle of his coffee mug, taking a sip. Good. Brewed just right. He cleared his throat, searching for something to say. Conversation wasn’t part of his skill set.

Madeline scooted closer, thigh to thigh, a hand caressing his shoulder, floating down to clasp his bicep. “Don’t you like having me here? I could be very convenient to have around.”

When her breast brushed his arm, his heart pounded against his ribs. She was coming on to him.

Dom escaped her grip and moved out of boob range. “Be careful, little female.”

As she leaned close, her whispery breath puffed across his ear. “I’m not so little.”

“Uh-huh.” He swallowed hard. What the hell was she doing? She’d gone from scared to distrusting to cautious acceptance. Now this? Was this typical human behavior?

She inched nearer again, heat radiating off her body. He never turned down an offer from a female, and this one was cooking more than breakfast. But Dom was cautious. He didn’t like not knowing the game.

Madeline tilted into his chest and crushed her lips to his.

To hell with caution.

Not about to allow her to control the situation, Dom yanked her onto his lap, her legs straddling him. He took over, forcing her mouth open and caressing her tongue with his. As she melted against him, his cock got with the game.

 

About the Author:

T. M. Smith is the award-winning author of the Blood Coven Series paranormal romance novels and the spin-off Blood Coven World novellas. Her current release is a new romantasy, in the Winged Assassins Series, Dark Shadow of Guilt. She draws upon her imagination to craft stories about strong women and powerful but flawed men in a richly detailed magical world. After retiring from a career as an educator, Smith settled in to write something more creative than lesson plans on split infinitives and inner-school memos on noise in the hallway. She is now living in the Pacific Northwest with vampires, demons, ylves, mages, and winged beings who keep her awake at night with their tales of love and adventure.






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Haunting Joy by A.L. Hawke #SupernaturalRomance


Haunting Joy
A.L. Hawke

Genre: supernatural romance
Publisher: Phantom Heart, LLC
Date of Publication: March 19, 2025
ISBN ebook: 978-1-953919-77-9
ISBN paperback: 978-1-953919-80-9
ISBN hardcover: 978-1-953919-78-6
ISBN audiobook: 978-1-953919-81-6
ASIN: B0DZMNPQHL
Number of pages: 204
Word Count: 53,000
Cover Artist: Mirella Santana

Tagline: Peace ends in the spirit of joy.

Book Description:

Alec was seeking a respite from city life. He thinks he has discovered it on Plymouth Crest, a manor overlooking the forest and a beautiful lake, golden in the sun. But Alec was warned the house is haunted by a murdered pop singer and Hollywood star.

Footsteps and howling winds soon disturb his sleep. One night, he finds an intruder, Joy, standing barefoot among broken glass in the kitchen. He chases her out. But she returns, enchanting him with laughter and boundless energy. It’s not long before Alec falls in love.

Joy ends when a belligerent character shows up and claims ownership of the house. Alec and Joy have a plan to evict him and bring some resolution to past horrors. If they fail, Alec’s dreams will crumble, and Joy might be subjected to a fate worse than death. But if they succeed, Alec and Joy might be separated forever—and so may end joy. To save Joy—and also have hope of being together—they need a bold plan, bringing them face to face with evils buried in the past, and finding a path to a shared future.

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With the sun’s rays shining between the green leaves of the trees surrounding the windows of his glass house, Plymouth Crest was enchanting. Gilded light shone through the leaves and branches creating yellow prism-like effects. And with all the green moss and thrush, it was enchanting—as if Alec lived in an English fae forest or Camelot, which he loved as a writer.

That was what happened during the day. But upon nightfall, all those large windows turned black. And then those same leaves and branches that covered the sunrays blocked moonlight. Then his house became very dark.

But not so quiet…

By the second week, he started hearing noises. At first, it was just stray creaks and cracks from the wood, and Alec figured it was simply the sound of an old foundation. But as time passed, he heard unexplainable things. Stray shouts and screams that sounded as if they were coming from the terrace outside. Doors opening and slamming shut downstairs. Kitchen cabinets left open. Plates and glasses being rearranged on the kitchen table. Doors left open all night. One morning, he even found the couch in the living room had been moved a couple feet. That was the creepiest. On yet another night, he awoke shivering. The glass balcony door of his bedroom was wide open. He was certain he had locked it.

As days passed, the noises only grew louder. One night a wooden chair tipped over downstairs in the dining room. Then another night, a plant was thrown from one of his tall cabinets in the foyer into the living room.

He began to not sleep. He didn’t believe in ghosts, but he couldn’t deny the noises.

Tonight, for hours, he had just stared at the white ceiling over his bed in silence. He had stared long enough for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. And after a while, the darkness made the faint moonlight that shone through openings in his dark mahogany velvet curtains seem bright.

His body jumped. His muscles reacted mechanically before he recognized the noise. It was glass shattering. Something had broken into pieces downstairs. It was so loud that he leapt out of bed and his hands scrambled along the walls to switch on the light. But the light wouldn’t switch on. That was weird because his old clock on the nightstand still read one-thirty-two in red digital letters, and the clock didn’t have back-up power. Electricity was another quirky thing about his house.

He opened the drawer in his nightstand by the bed. In his old house, he had always left a small flashlight by the bed. But the flashlight wasn’t there. It was probably still in one of the boxes in the garage. And he had left his cellphone downstairs.

There was more opening and closing of cabinets and drawers. This time, it wasn’t just stray noises, it seemed to be every few seconds. This didn’t sound like the usual cracks and creaks of some phantom haunting his place. He was worried there was an actual intruder.

He rushed along the inner balcony. Most of his downstairs could be seen from here, but his furniture—his couch, end table, and chairs—were cast in shadows by moonlight.

“Who’s down there?” Alec cried. “Show yourself.”

He was answered by another crash. That made him move faster, darting across his dark, empty living room and running straight to the source of the noise—in the kitchen.

He was wearing only underwear and felt a breeze before seeing the open kitchen door. After doors being left open frequently over the past week, he was sure he had checked the lock on this door before going to bed. He rushed over to shut it.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize anyone was home.”

Alec whirled around. That made the intruder on the other side of the kitchen island cover her mouth and snicker.

They stared at one another. Then she drew the apple up to her nose.

“What are you doing here?” Alec snapped.

“Eating an apple.”

“No, what are you doing in my house?”

 

About the Author:

A.L. Hawke is the author of the bestselling Hawthorne University Witch Series. The author lives in Southern California torching the midnight candle over lovers against a backdrop of machines, nymphs, magic, spice and mayhem.

 

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