Happy New Year!
We’re all hoping that 2021 is not only going to be a happier, more hopeful time . . . but also more FUN.
That’s why these six authors decided to put together a paranormal romance/urban fantasy anthology NEW YEAR, NEW BOO--a collection of light stories that all involve new beginnings.
Releasing January 21st--and only available through the month of February--you can get your copy wherever you buy books! https://books2read.com/newyearnewboo
Grab your little bit of fun today!
A Half-Cocked Vampire by Tina Glasneck - Baby witches are cursing the moon, large unexplained crystal monoliths are sprouting up around the world, and supernatural doom is on the horizon...
New Promise, by Julie Trettel - He's made it clear I'm not what he wants. It's time to prove him wrong. I'll do whatever it takes to change his mind. I'm a wolf, not a chicken shifter.
Fated Mates by Brittany Lawrence- You shine like a beacon of hope when you share your happiness. The world can see it. So can the darkness.
Something in the Water by Elva Birch - Something strange is going on in Anders Canyon.
Catnipped by Tawdra Kandle writing as Tamara Kendall-I'm a brand-new shifter slayer. When my first assignment pairs me with a super sexy angel and a hot, brooding shifter-and lands me deep in other-worldly political intrigue-I begin to wonder if I might be in over my head.
The Reaping of an Alchemist by Olivia Hardin- I'm willing to risk the depths of Hades to save my sister so when a dark and sexy reaper agrees to transport me, I'm willing to pay almost any price.
Do YOU want more FUN in 2021?
If you answered yes, then NEW YEAR NEW BOO is just what you're looking for. This anthology is a light-hearted and fun collection of paranormal and urban fantasy stories celebrating new beginnings... AND you can preorder it for just 99 cents!
To whet your appetite, I have ANOTHER teaser of my contribution right here! Check it out:
“I think you can handle yourself. But I’m still responsible for you, and I’d rather not take any chances.”
Somehow, I had the sense it was more than just responsibility, but he didn’t elaborate and I didn’t ask because he stopped, glanced left and right before rounding a crumbled tomb and entering into an area where the crypts were mostly broken and leveled into piles of stone and brick.
As I followed him, I softened my steps, sensing the place was sacred.
“I feel like I’m walking off into the past,” I whispered, edging closer to him.
“Yeah, I know. I feel it every time.”
There was an old column lying beside one of the crypts, and Ric reached behind it, emerging with a smooth-sided, opalescent brick. I was wide-eyed with fascination as he tossed it once in his palm, then crossed in front of me to a round platform of stone. Carefully, he balanced the stone on its smallest side atop the platform, then looked over his shoulder and pointed to the bag in my hand.
Instead of handing it to him, I reached inside and took the bottle of rum in one hand, then grabbed the chocolates and let the bag fall away. Crouching, he took them both from me, opening the chocolate and placing it on one side of the brick, then turning the top off of the rum to set it on the other side. Quickly he stood back and stepped away from it.
The air shimmered in waves until a ghostly image appeared. He was a skeletal figure, wearing a top hat and a tuxedo. As I studied him further, I realized he wasn’t really a skeleton, but just so thin that his skin clung tight to his bones. He was gnawing a thick cigar between his teeth, jiggling it around from one side of his lips to the other.
“Reaper Ric, so nice to see you again. It’s been a while,” he said.
“It has, Baron Cimitière. We’ve brought gifts.” My companion gestured with a wave of his palm.
The Baron didn’t so much as glance at the rum and chocolates, just continued chewing his stogie. “I see you have the spirit secured there.” He pointed to Ric’s chest where I knew the hourglass was safely stowed in his breast pocket. “But who is this lovely and studious-looking mademoiselle?”
“My companion will be joining me to deliver the reap. Miss Mack is conducting research.”
Ric’s body stiffened, but he smiled. “No, not my replacement. As I said, a researcher.”
Removing the stogie, the Baron grinned wide, then snatched up the bottle of rum and tipped it back.