Review: The Naughty List by L.A. Kelley

I put up a new review on my other blog, from a paranormal romance author we’ve hosted here before, so I thought my readers might like to check it out. Don’t hate me, it’s gotten warm here and sometimes warm temps make me long for Christmas. This one, however, is just one I enjoyed a lot but never got around to reviewing. You can see it at the site linked below. Enjoy.

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via Review: The Naughty List by L.A. Kelley.

Freebie for Christmas


I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas. We did here.  I’ve got another freebie day so I thought why not use it here now? If you enjoy paranormal romantic mysteries Murder upon a Midnight Clear is free today on Amazon.

Murder Upon a Midnight Clear by Juli D. Revezzo‘Tis the season … for death. 

Murder reminds Detective Helene Collias of Holly PD that crime doesn’t respect holidays. And the last victim she ever expected to find in her case files is the sister of her old flame, Sean Grant. Ordinarily, Helene’s psychic gifts give her an edge but this time, that gift has short-circuited. Could her lingering attraction to Sean be blurring her abilities, or is something more sinister at work?

You can find it here.

Enjoy and I hope you and your loved ones have/had a Merry Christmas!

Mistletoe hop and Christmas wishes.

"Holding Small Christmas Box" by hin255

“Holding Small Christmas Box” by hin255/

I trust you all are too busy enjoying your Christmas to read blogs, but I wanted to pop in here and wish you all a Merry Christmas and happy new year.

Also, to say I ran the names of commenters for the Mistletoe hop through Randomizer.


And the winner is… Karen. :) As soon as I can,  I will drop you a line with a copy of Murder Upon a Midnight Clear.

congratspsdbEnjoy and Merry Christmas!

Christmas is a time for giving…and mistletoe hop

Welcome to my stop on the Mistletoe blog hop.

Christmas is a time of giving, of love and light….for most people. It’s also a time for spirits. Our ancient ancestors saw this time of year as the dark time. They worried if the life giving sun would return with the spring. It sounds silly to us now, but throughout the ages, that feeling of dread has accompanied the winter season. Think of Dickens’ Christmas Carol. It’s not happiness and love that visits Scrooge at Christmas, it is spirits of doom and gloom.

So, if you think about it, facing the worst at this time of year, and triumphing over it, isn’t exactly a new or radical idea. Lest you think I’m all about doom and gloom (*rubs hands evilly*) in the darkness, we can look forward with hope.  There’s always an answer to the puzzle and love warms up the darkest of nights. So when I wrote my new Christmas themed paranormal romantic suspense novella, MURDER UPON A MIDNIGHT CLEAR, I wove in that hope and love element into the puzzle that faces my heroine and hero.

‘Tis the season … for death.
Murder reminds Detective Helene Collias of Holly PD that crime doesn’t respect holidays. And the last victim she ever expected to find in her case files is the sister of her old flame, Sean Grant. Ordinarily, Helene’s psychic gifts give her an edge but this time, that gift has short-circuited. Could her lingering attraction to Sean be blurring her abilities, or is something more sinister at work?
Helene thanked the postmaster for his assistance and stepped out of his office, taking in the crowd filling the lobby. The last minute holiday mailing rush had just begun. She swore under her breath. Forgot my cards.
Do them tonight. Before Rachel shoots me! At least ones for her and Charlotte. She could easily hand-deliver them in the morning.
She pulled her coat tight against a blast of cold breeze, sliding her notepad into her pocket, heading toward the exit, eying the dusting of snow on the ground. She blew out a deep breath. She didn’t expect much from this inquiry. Who would say “Yes, my nephew said he murdered someone”, after all?
A glance out of the corner of her eye brought her up short. Around the plastic Christmas bells and decorations painted on the post office windows, she saw Sean and his uncle Charlie approaching the curb. Sean’s gloved fingers shuffled through a selection of brightly colored envelopes. She pushed the door open. “Well, what are you doing here, stranger?”
His gray coat swirled around his thighs as he stopped in his tracks. A little smile curved his enticing lips. “Hey.”
Charlie said, “Hello.” And touched Sean’s sleeve. “I’ll take those if you want to talk.”
Sean nodded and handed over the cards; Helene closed the distance between them. “How are you?”
Sean shrugged one shoulder. “You know.”
Sean watched his uncle until the elder man disappeared through the post office’s glass doors. Sean let out a breath and drooped. “Truth to tell? Terrible.”
Her heart clenched for him. She reached out a hand, running it down his arm, feeling the heat and strong cut of his bicep. “I’m sorry.”
He shrugged.
“What are you doing here, then?”
“Must’ve been driving my aunt crazy.” He paused, scrubbing a hand over his tired eyes. “She forced me out of the house.”
“Oh, now that ain’t right. How could she?”
He waved the window where they could see Charlie waiting in line with about sixteen other customers, arms full of Christmas packages wrapped in various brown and Christmas-colored mailing wrapping. “Bribed me with Christmas cheer.”
Helene snorted. “Ah, Christmas cards. Remind me to do mine.”
“I’m not on the list, am I?”
She placed a hand to her chin, studying him, one eye shut playfully. “I don’t know. The naughty or nice list?”
“Which list would you put me on?”
The corner of her mouth hitched in a wicked smile. “After the other day, you have to ask?”
The darkness in his eyes melted away, and naked longing shone. “That’s the best one, in my opinion. Helene—”
Tremulous sparks followed in the wake of his scrutiny. She could see them highlighted against his coat. She stepped closer as he hesitated. “Yes? What’s on your mind?”
“You.” He trailed his fingers over her cheek; spring’s warmth seemed to follow where he touched. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” In that moment, her heart seized with longing, tilting her world off its axis. She reminded her knees to stay locked. “When can I see you again?”
When can he? You’ll have to read to find out! If you’d like to, Murder Upon a Midnight Clear is available at Amazon, and Createspace in paperback.

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No such thing as Dasher

Here’s a little bit of paranormal romance Flash fiction to get you into the holiday mood.  :) It’s a little in the same vein as Murder upon a Midnight Clear, but I hope you enjoy it.

No such thing as Dasher


Juli D. Revezzo

1658, university of Houston/Wikipedia, fantasy, pagan fiction, supernatural fiction, paranormal romance

The hoof print on the vic’s forehead told Christie someone had a sick idea of Christmas. Death by blunt trauma to the head.

She and her partners did all they could to gather evidence, the first step in their investigation and then Christie climbed into her cruiser. She was late for mom’s Christmas dinner. No time to change, she’d have to go in her uniform. Mom would chew her out but at least she wouldn’t give any blind date mom had cooked up any ideas.

Main Street glowed red and green. A most obnoxious house sported a singing Santa, reindeer, and dancing elves, on the roof. Dad’s nemesis. She couldn’t see home yet, but she knew what to expect. Could swear she heard the ho-ho-hos from here. Dad never did obey the noise ordinances when it came to his decorations. Why should he, when his daughter was a cop?

Something large darted into the street ahead of her. Christie slammed on her brakes, but skidded into the beast.

Christie felt its body tumble under her wheels. The impact tossed her every which way, despite her seatbelt. Her car slid to a stop, slamming into a massive, aluminum candy cane. She smacked her head on the steering wheel.

Dazed, she could’ve sworn the animal rose up through her hood. A rack of impressive horns grew from its crown. Glowing red eyes studied her through the windshield.

The animal-being shimmered and turned into a half-naked man. He reached through her windshield and tugged her into his warm, furry arms.

“Merry Christmas, Christie,” he said, and kissed her.

Christie accepted the kiss. A feeling of comfort and safety in the heat of him washed over her, a feeling she couldn’t explain. She, just for a moment, thought she could see the two of them alone before a fireplace.

A moment later she felt herself ooze to the sidewalk, alone.

Trembling, Christie got to her feet and searched. Seeing no tracks, no evidence of anything other than skid marks from her tires and the broken yard decorations she’d plowed into, she laughed to herself. Kissed by Dasher. I must be hallucinating.

Dinner would have to wait. She pulled her cell phone from her belt and dialed 911, sure that despite the pain in her head and the taste of his magical kiss still on her lips, she must be out of it. Mom was never going to believe this excuse.


copyright 2013, Juli D. Revezzo