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A WICKED HALLOWEEN: A Paranormal Romance Box Set of Tales Featuring Witches, Vampires, Shifters, Ghosts, and More is now available for pre-order!
Thirteen paranormal romance tales that will thrill and chill  you just in time for All Hallow’s Eve. With many of the stories set in Salem—the ultimate city for witchy, demon, and shape-shifting delight—these tales will enthrall you with their sexy heroes and spellbinding characters.
Salem has never been this hot!
Stories by: Gwen Knight, Debbie Herbert, Erzabet Bishop, C.E. Black, Angelica Dawson, Charlie Daye, Kiki Howell and Gina Kincade, Phoenix Johnson, Sherrie Lea Morgan, Elizabeth A. Reeves, Linda Thomas Sundstrom and Hope Welsh.
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Excerpt from Malediction by Erzabet Bishop
 
Alistair spotted the gorgeous brunette across the room and, when she approached the refreshment table, he followed. For a millisecond he’d taken her for the scrawny woman in the red dress, but on closer inspection he was pleased to note the differences. Same dress, but the way this woman wore it, he was tempted to peel it from her, inch by scrumptious inch.
 His pack mate had poured a few bottles of something into the punch and, while it was entertaining to watch some of the guests succumb to the antics of the season, he didn’t
quite feel the same about the sexy female in front of him. This woman would be far more interesting sober, he had a hunch and his predictions usually turned out to be spot on. The markings on her arms intrigued him and he wondered if they covered more of her body. Like tendrils of smoke curling around her flesh, they spiraled around her skin in an unending pattern, giving him the urge to trace every single one and see where it led.
He should be home at Briarwood, but his duties as Beta brought him here to make sure Jessup didn’t get too out of hand. So far the pup had been a bit mischievous, but nothing that would make him worry. Whatever concerns he had melted when he gazed at the beauty in front of him, his animal taking control.
Serious gray eyes winked at him from behind an elegant lacy black mask and he had the urge to peek beneath it to see what she was hiding.
Full lips bowed below the mask, and her mass of dark hair was wound into an up-do that he longed to plunge his fingers into while he explored her mouth with his.
Jesus, Alastair. Get a grip.
His wolf perked up when she’d come into view and his instinct to bed her followed in quick succession. He shook it off with a frown.
One night stands were not his style, especially with women he didn’t know. He had other concerns and, as soon as he made sure Jessup wasn’t going to fuck up and intoxicate half of the wealthier citizens of Salem, he was out of here.
Duncan was still missing and he’d left Laurel in charge in his stead.
But, her eyes. Fuck. They fairly glowed with a power that socked him in the gut as they watched him from behind the mask. When she wet her lips and took her bottom lip between her teeth, he almost lost the battle with himself not to let his beast take over and drag her into the nearest coat closet.
“Are you here with someone?” He cleared his throat, aware of the growl threading through his voice.
“No. Are you?”
“Just a couple of friends. What do you think? Want to end up in a compromising situation with a stranger?” He grinned and, seeing Jessup approach, steered her away from the refreshment table. Alistair wanted her to himself, at least for a little while.
“Seven deadly sins? How about a dance? With my footwork, that could lead towards all kinds of infractions.”
“Hmm.” He swung her into his arms and into the crowd, relishing the sensation of his hand on her lower back. The plunging view offered by her bodice made his body stand at attention and the wolf beneath his skin whined with want. “So, which deadly sin could you possibly have that would sink a guy faster than lust? That dress…”
“These shoes.”
“Oh, but those… those are not a sin. Not at all. In fact, I could look at them all night long.”
“You could, could you?” The woman laughed, deep and sensual.
Her eyes snapped with amusement. “Then you try wearing them.”
“Maybe I will.” He wanted her, and the closer they got, the more obvious it was going to become. He weaved her around the dance floor, her movements matching his. Her perfume and the spicy scent of her hair were making it hard to concentrate. At the look in her eyes, he dragged her back hard against him, his animal wild in his blood.
“Do you want to get out of here?”
“Please.”
 “Let’s get some air.”
Alistair led her out onto the balcony, the twinkle lights flickered making the grounds outside the hotel look enchanted. He had to clear his head.
“Who are you?” Alistair brushed a strand of hair away from her face.
“I’m just a girl who needs an escape from reality. How about you?”
“Same here.”
“Just a girl, huh?” The mystery woman smiled.
He gathered her into his arms, letting her feel the full force of his arousal. “I don’t know. I’m not feeling much like a girl right now.”
“No. I didn’t think you were.” She leaned into his embrace, her lips curving up in an inviting smile.
“What’s your name?”
“Bridget. Yours?”
“Alistair.”
“Well, Alistair. It’s nice to meet you. I have one question.”
“What’s that?”
“How long is it going to take for you to kiss me?”
“Time me.” Alistair’s mouth covered hers hungrily and he forced her mouth open with his thrusting tongue. She gasped, trembling within his embrace and he pulled her deeper into the shadows, away from prying eyes.

 

About Erzabet:
Erzabet Bishop is an award winning and bestselling author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Crave, Snow (Three Times More Lucky Box Set),
Malediction (upcoming-A Wicked Halloween Box Set), Map of Bones (upcoming-A Wicked Affair Box Set), Sanguine Shadows (Vampire Bites Box Set), The Scienceof Lust, Wicked for You, Heart’s Protector, Burning for You, Red Hot (upcoming), Bayou Shadows (upcoming-Nola Naughty  Nine) Hedging Her Bets (Alpha Fever Box Set), Cat’s Got Her Tongue (Alpha Heat Box Set), Arcane Imaginarium:
Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark  (upcoming),The Devil’s Due (upcoming), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming), Sigil Fire,Glitter Lust (upcoming), Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions, Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts: Jess, Temptation Resorts: Marnie, Taming the Beast, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain
Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can oftenbe found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies.
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Spotlight ~ Black Magic Cafe by Erzabet Bishop #Shifters #Ebook #Romance @erzabetbishop @EvernightPub

Conway Witches, 1
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Love that is forbidden is always the sweetest…
Elodie Conway is the owner of The Black Magic Café, where love and chocolate go hand-in-hand. She runs the enchanted café with her cousin Madison, and together, they help lovers tie the knot with the assistance of a few spells and some delectable chocolate recipes.
When journalist Jason Thibedeaux, who is also a werewolf from a rival family, runs a scathing critique of her business in his newspaper, the fur is sure to fly. He visits the café to sample their most famous culinary delights, and ends up wanting far more than what’s on the menu. Can a Thibedeaux wolf and a Conway witch truly be fated to love each other for all eternity?
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Elodie Conway was nothing like he had expected. As he ate her signature cake, all Jason wanted to do was savor her lips and run his hands down her very ample hips. Hers was a body a man could hold onto during sex and not break her. His wolf was awakened, and it prowled just beneath the surface.
What Jason saw, he liked. Very much indeed…
The chocolate wound through his system, and with each bite, all other preoccupying thoughts faded into nothing. Images of him thrusting deep inside of her and winding his fist in her mane of dark hair flashed in front of his eyes, and he almost choked. His hands trembled as they reached for the bottle of water she’d set in front of him.
What the hell was that?
He twisted the cap and drank the entire small bottle in one go. As a journalist, he had little time for romance. A quick tumble in the moonlight during one of his runs, maybe, but this girl was something special––he didn’t know why he didn’t notice it before. Jason took another bite of cake and shifted his weight as his erection made its presence known. He
could take her here, right over the top of the table, her heart-shaped ass in the air as he sank his cock deep in her pussy and fucked her until she screamed his name.
His wolf liked the idea. A whole fucking lot. Jason laid down the fork and smiled. Standing up on shaking legs, he picked up his now empty plate. Things were about to get interesting. This wasn’t just any woman. He raised his nose to the air and scented her.
Mate.
She was his fucking mate. How could he have been so blind?
Did it take a hard-on for his wolf to get through to him? Apparently, because his wolf was ready to claim her by any means necessary, even it meant fucking her over the top of one of her own tables.
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About the author:
Erzabet Bishop is an award winning author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Dinner Date, Crave, The Science of Lust, Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming 2016),The Devil’s Due (upcoming 2016), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming 2016), Sigil Fire, Glitter Lust (upcoming 2016), Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions: The Erzabet Bishop Collection, Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts: Jess, Temptation Resorts:
Marnie, Taming the Beast, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies. Erzabet has been a finalist in the GCLS awards for 2014 and 2015, winning the Goldie for her spot in two anthologies. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies. When she isn’t writing, she loves to review music and books.
 
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Spotlight ~ Found in Flames by Rose Wulf #Suspense #Shifters #MustRead @RoseWulfAuthor @EvernightPub

Hello everyone! I’m author Rose Wulf and I’m here today to tell you all about my latest release, Found in Flames! Found in Flames is Book 1.5 in my Night Shadows series, which is set in a world full of vampires, werewolves, witches, and humans called Slayers. This installment focuses on the powerful, sexy Luka Craige – Alpha werewolf with a mission – and unassuming, overworked Joella Harp – a human caught in the crossfire.

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All his life Luka Craige has been haunted by the witch that killed his family. Finally, having chased him across the country to the edge of vampire territory, Luka has his chance at vengeance. But not before his Beta is killed and Luka finds himself protecting a woman he doesn’t know. A woman who arouses him like never before. Could he possibly exact his revenge and find his mate?

A burning body was the last thing Joella Harp expected to find when she rounded the corner. Let alone a body with a man standing over it. After that her droll life becomes a whirlwind of werewolves, wild sex, and deadly fire. The witch wants her dead, she can barely think past her mouthwatering rescuer, and in no time she realizes this adventure could be more than a fantastical memory…. If she’s brave enough.

 

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In hindsight, Joella supposed she should have been a little more specific with her silent prayers. She’d blindly torn through the prickly, disorienting brush, turning at the sound of a sharp, pain-filled yelp, until all of a sudden the pup was within sight. Up against a rock three times his size and holding an injured front paw off the ground. Spots of blood dotted the dirt around her, but she barely noticed them when she realized why he was cowering.

Standing between them was the man she’d last seen in that darkened alley. The witch who’d killed Luka’s friend, the very same witch who now, supposedly, was after her.

“Char,” she breathed, her stomach dropping to her feet. What the hell was she supposed to do now? What chance did she stand against a real life witch?

The boy whimpered again and Joella swallowed heavily. Poor odds or not, if she did nothing the boy would be killed.

“Ah,” Char began with a chilling smile as he slid his dark stare to her. “So you know my name now.”

“Leave him alone,” Joella demanded, fighting to keep her voice stable.

Dark brow lifting with exaggerated curiosity, the witch asked, “Which ‘him’ are we talking about, exactly?” He gestured toward the pup and added, “This one? Or the bigger, angrier one who rescued you last night?”

Both. But the ‘bigger, angrier one’ wasn’t her priority right then. “The boy. Leave the boy alone. Let me take him home.”

Char grinned this time. “Pick one,” he replied. “But choose carefully.”

Thrown, Joella hesitated. He was clearly playing some kind of game, but what was it? What was the catch here?

“You look confused,” Char continued. “I can either leave this one alone,” he said, “or I can let you take him home. Not both.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” she said, her mind still racing to figure out his point before she fell for it.

Char only shrugged and tucked his hands into his pockets.

Infuriated, Joella drew a breath and strode purposefully to the pup. She lifted him as gently as she could considering that he was already probably half-grown. He helped by curling his paws over her shoulder and holding still, for which she was grateful. She didn’t really have the upper-arm strength for this kind of stunt.

“Home it is, then,” Char said with a smirk.

“Actually,” Joella said, glaring at him, “I choose option C. You go straight to hell.”

Char laughed, the sound echoing around them, and shook his head. “How about I bring hell to you? Volvenda ignis.”

Joella paused, just a couple of feet ahead of him. What did he just—? But the answer was already apparent, as bright orange flame shot up from the ground directly in front of her. She stumbled back instinctively, eyes widening as the flame raced out and around, forming a circle around them. Trapping her and the boy inside, inside with Char. The boy whimpered, attempting to nuzzle closer to her, and she couldn’t help but think that she understood. She didn’t want to be there, either.

“What’s it feel like to be a dead girl?” Char asked tauntingly.

Turning to face him for lack of anything better to do, Joella snapped, “I’m not dead yet.”

Char shrugged again. “That’s a technicality. But I can let you breathe a little longer … if you’ll tell me where the wolf den is.”

“No way.” She wasn’t about to sell out Luka’s people, even if some of them would probably not have returned the favor.

Sighing as if greatly inconvenienced, Char lifted his hands out at his sides. “Suit yourself.” The flame surrounding them flared, growing taller as the heat spiked, and for an instant Joella was sure she and the boy-pup in her arms were about to die. And in the next instant she registered the dark brown shape that seemed to have flown through the rising flame, front paws extended and fangs bared with violent intent.

Unfortunately, Char noticed him, too. His eyes immediately widened and he spun, a curse falling from his lips simultaneously.

The wolf—Luka, she was certain, despite that she’d never seen his wolf form—was primed to sink his fangs into Char’s collar, just shy of his throat, when Char’s body burst into ash and embers. The fire immediately snuffed out, thick, dark plumes of smoke rising up to the sky before dissipating on the wind. Luka crash-landed on the ground, skidding to a halt mere inches from Joella’s feet. He shook his head, coughing up ash, before finally looking up at her.

And she was right, it was definitely Luka. She recognized his deep, powerful, captivating eyes. They lost nothing of their allure in his canine form. But more than that, it seemed the scar she’d seen in the cave haunted this form, too. It was stretched, but still curved around his jaw and under his eye. Instead of looking like a scar on flesh, though, it was a flowing trail of furless skin, a trail, she realized, that wound down his throat and right front leg. It even appeared to dip onto his chest, but she couldn’t quite tell.

“Luka,” she said finally, taking a half-step backwards and dropping to her knees. The pup in her arms adjusted enough to look over and whimpered. This time it sounded more shameful than fearful.

Luka huffed, shook himself, and turned completely around. He took half a dozen steps before his body rippled, the fur receding as he began to shift. Joella could only watch, transfixed, as dark fur sank into quickly pinkening flesh. The thick tail swished and shortened rapidly until it was gone and Luka’s back arched, front paws coming off the ground. With a final roll of his shoulders he straightened, standing firmly on two human legs. Completely bare.

Joella’s cheeks flushed as she found herself staring unabashedly at his naked ass. His tight, perfectly rounded, naked ass. Which was beneath his strong, taut back. She’d never realized it before, but apparently she found strong shoulders incredibly attractive. And when she was finally able to pull her eyes away from those two distracting aspects of her new view, she realized even his damned legs were sexy. Seriously, weren’t men supposed to be the ones with leg fetishes?

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About Rose:

Rose Wulf is a giant romance fangirl. Hot, protective, sometimes even downright barbaric heroes and spitfire heroines are her favorites. Rose has been writing for as long as she can remember, and over the years she’s only grown fonder of it. The bonds between characters have always captivated her, and as an author those are Rose’s favorite things to play with – not always to the relief of her fictional babies!

Behind the scenes Rose is a quiet personality. She enjoys spending her non-writing time with her four year-old German Shepherd, Shadow, her mom, and her friends. Be it a fun game of Cards Against Humanity or a relaxing movie night, Rose believes everything is better with company. As for her own romance, she’s still searching for her hero (and hoping that, when she does find him, he’ll be willing to cook!).

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