Winter is coming!

Okay, yes, actually I’ve been watching Game of Thrones and I guess I am wee bit hooked. I had not read the book yet–hubby’s been hording our copy–but I plan to very soon! Oh, yes, there were many spoilers involved that sent me through the roof. I can’t wait to find out what that’s all about! In the meantime, I know Thanksgiving is tomorrow. So let me wish my friends and readers who celebrate it, a happy Thanksgiving. I hope if you’re traveling you have a safe trip. I want to see you all back, safe and sound! *hugs*

In the meantime, I just wanted to share a little news. Yes, actually writing news. I’ve a new release (yep another) to share with y’all. It’s a Christmas-set Paranormal romantic suspense. One I’ve been working on off and on for a few years. It’s really kinda personal to me, as it came pouring out about the time my father died. So, it’s special, come what may. I hope you’ll like it.

Here’s its blurb and so forth.

Murder upMurder Upon a Midnight Clear by Juli D. Revezzoon a Midnight Clear

Genre: A Christmas-set Paranormal Romantic Suspense.

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?


Sean and Helene are alone together and…things don’t quite go as she planned. (Or maybe they go better than she’d planned, it all depends on your perspective)

“I’ll tell you a secret.”
“Remember when I introduced you to my dad, on the docks?”
Helene nodded, the memory flooding back. She also recalled how nervous she’d been. Sick for days after hoping he’d call. He never did.
“He liked you,” Sean said.
His laugh told her she must be gaping like a fish. She licked her lips. “Why didn’t you call?”
“I was stupid.” His arms snaked around her, pulling her closer. “Forgive me? For not calling sooner, I mean?”
A vision of pinning him against the door offered perfect inspiration with which to torture him. “I’m not sure.”
He leaned in and kissed her. All sense flew and she opened, welcoming the chance to explore, her tongue parrying with his in a wild dance of lust. The envelope of pictures she held dropped to the floor and she wound her arms around him.
She loved a man who tasted the way he did: like malt chocolate, better than any she’d ever sampled. Heaven. She froze, and blinked at him. Willing her heart to pull back, slow before it battered free of her ribs.
What did you do? Oh, dear God, what did you do?
She cleared her throat. “Sean, I shouldn’t—” She wiggled, desperate to get away, drawn to stay. He held her caged within his arms. “I need to go.”
“No, you don’t.” His voice was rough with desire.
To hell with duty.

Eep!! Did she just blow her professional assignment or what? You’ll have to read to find out! I hope you will enjoy their story.

Thanks to Suzanne for her help with the cover art, and for encouraging me to get this out there, and to Jolene and to Joe for helping me with all the little questions I had concerning the plot. :)

Should you like to check it out, it’s available for $.99 on Amazon. Christmas, huh, Thanksgiving, and more evidence that Winter Is Coming? I stepped out today to see the temperature was a whopping 62-ish degrees! *lol*S/W Ver: 97.04.30R

Falling for a Monster with Geoff Wakeling


Minion Juli: What are you doing?


*Night Mistress draws sigil on door* Letting our next guest in. He has a long journey to join us.


Juli: Yes I realize that, but… You don’t have to be opening gateways. (In fact, I’d much rather she didn’t!)


Night Mistress: No, not him. *Mistress shakes head* His friend. Do you really think you can just say hello to raise the dead?


Juli shrugs. I think I’m regretting ever raising you.


*Mistress glares* Do the words “tasty dinner” mean anything to you? *Mistress raises arms* Okay, ready now? I think this should work.


*Juli ducks Light flashes* Did it work? *Peeks through fingers. Sees two gentlemen by the door*


Night Mistress: See now, I told you it would work. *Mistress holds out hand* Welcome, my dear. Thank you for coming,


Juli:  Geoff! Thank god. Thanks for coming. *Whispers* I hope you brought help. She’s being really weird this year.


Night Mistress: Don’t you just love this time of year all the handsome monsters hanging about? Who is your friend?


*Juli clears throat* Come to think of it, that’s the topic of your discussion today, isn’t it?

Falling for a Monster


Geoff Wakeling

Halloween is the perfect time for some spooky shenanigans and a little bit of a scare fest. We all love some horror in our lives – well at least, I do – and I don’t tend to stick to October 31st. I like my scares around the year. We all know that famed horror creatures; zombies, vampires, ghosts, ghouls and demons. And we love them for what they are. But what happens if you fall in love with one of these monsters.

Despite menacing creatures of the dark traditionally being those who just tear humans apart and bring nothing but death,

Night Mistress: Ah, for the good ole days!

*Juli frowns* My lady, stop interrupting the guests.  Geoff was brave—er, kind enough to accept your invitation, kindly let him speak. I’m sorry, Geoff, you were telling us about the difference between new and older paranormal stories?

*Geoff clears throat*. Yes, well. As I was saying, more recent literary works have seen these ghouls find a way into our hearts. Charlaine Harris had Sookie falling in love with vampire Bill, Isaac Marion’s Warm Bodies see ‘R’ develop an emotional connection with Julie, which subsequently helps him find humanity. Even shows like Supernatural have found the means to bring Sam and Dean closer to the demons they hunt. Sometimes, despite their very nature, the brothers even end up empathising for those they seek to destroy.

This is something that I wanted to explore myself, and it gave birth to Pacifier 6, The Shadows Within. Here, the zombie apocalypse is mostly over, with those who’ve survived fleeing to safe zones as a few rogue monsters still lurk. But some, such as Carl and his mother, have decided to stay in their London suburb and try to rebuild their community. Zombies have been pacified with a new drug, making them manual labourers, and it’s commonplace to have zombie slaves building, gardening and even cooking. However, seeing these monsters in close quarters, Carl realises there’s something more and begins a strange attraction to the new male pastry chef slave his mother’s allocated. He knows it’s wrong, but the emotional tie is there regardless of what society thinks.

Falling for a monster is now a common storyline in fiction. Done well, it allows a strange mix of repulsion and compassion to occur. I suppose it’s the next step on from loving the bad boy – I mean, that’s taking rebelling against your parents to a whole new layer. The tattooed, smoking punks of the past are pussycats when compared to the new boyfriends that’ll sink their teeth into you at any disagreement.

*Mistress chuckles* Ain’t that the truth!

Geoff: And whether you like it or not, I think these inter-creature love affairs are here to stay.

Mistress claps* Well said! I do hope your prediction comes to pass, Geoff my dear friend. It’s a about time we monsters receive the respect we deserve, don’t you think?

*Juli grumbles* *Mistress clenches fist* What do you mean, no?

*Geoff raises cup and takes a small sip*

“Ahem, Night Mistress. I do hope you haven’t slipped love potion into this.”

*Night Mistress places hand on heart* Me??? Now why would I do that?

*Juli nudged Geoff* Thanks for the diversion. I’m sorry for the way she’s acting. I don’t know what’s gotten into my Lady recently but I wouldn’t believe a word she says, Geoff. She’s been threatening to add to the staff lately. I think I’d put that tea down and head on home sooner rather than later, if I were you.

Night Mistress: Why do you keep speaking when you’re not spoken to, minion! Do you want me to think you’re plotting against me?

Juli: Nope. Not I. Just thanking Geoff for stopping by on this fine Halloween eve. If you’d like to check out Geoff’s new novella Pacifier 6, here’s the synopsis:

Pacifier 6 by G. Wakeling

cover art by Keith Draws

But what happens when you realise that familiar faces still have feelings?

Carl’s pulling himself back together, attempting to cope with the losses that life has dealt him. Amidst the horror of the past few months, he begins to realise that death isn’t necessarily the end; it can be the start of something new, something that has never been seen before. With everyone around him battling to keep society intact, Carl manages to see beyond the ravaged faces of those he once knew. There’s a new creature in the darkness, a consciousness that most have overlooked, and it’s waiting to reveal itself.

This is the first book in the Pacifier 6 series, and is about 30,000 words in length.

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Author Geoff Wakeling

author Geoff Wakeling

Author Bio:

Geoff Wakeling lives in London and escapes the smog of the city through his writing. The Inside Evil, even though being dark and mysterious, was a way to escape the drudgery of every day life and indulge in something a little more fantastical.

With a degree in Zoology, Wakeling is animal mad and has a dog (Beetle), three cats, fish and five chickens in his London home. He is a keen gardener and conservationist. He is also still awaiting the arrival of his Hogwart’s Owl!

Learn more about Geoff and his works at his fine website:

Halloween Castle open for business.

afternoonteatag*Mistress turns locks and peeks out* Full moon, check, werewolves, check. Minions have the torture chamber and guard tower all decked out. Check. Oh! Look. A hearse or two. Looks like the guests are arriving. Good! Welcome, everyone, to my humble castle. I’m glad you could make it. We do so look forward to opening up the castle to new victim—er, guests this time of year. I’m sure the graveyard will stay quiet this year. We’ve brought in a voodoo priestess or two just to make sure Doctor Helsing stays where he belongs.

Juli: *We hope, anyway. Turns out we’re already besieged by gremlins.*

*Mistress looks at Minion* What was that, Juli my dear?

I was apologizing for letting our first guest out of her cage early. Sorry to interrupt.

*Mistress leans against door jamb and shakes head at first guest* Aw, well. There’s nothing wrong with that. :) Clarissa’s welcome any time.

*Juli*: Very true. *Aside* Night mistress needs all the friends she can get.

Mistress: You’re mumbling again, dear. Don’t mind her, my dears. Good minions are so hard to find. The beating will take place after the close of festivities, tonight. Never mind. We have a bevy of talented guests for your reading pleasure this year—from  the steamy to the macabre. Our guests include:

√Paranormal fiction author Clarissa Johal

√Romance/new adult author Julia Rachel Barrett

√Paranormal romance author Dylan Newton

√Historical romance and fantasy author S.G. Rogers

√Paranormal Romance author L.A. Kelley

√Paranormal horror author Geoff Wakeling

Paranormal erotic romance author Eliza March

Paranormal/western  romance author Loretta C. Rogers

New Adult Paranormal author Brandy Nacole

Other invited authors include

Paranormal romance (zombies!) author Renee Charles

Do come in and make yourselves comfortable. Minions are laying out brew and sweetmeats as we speak. So come, welcome to Halloween at our castle.

A princess of a guest–paranormal author Clarissa Johal

Snow White and the Werewolf

by Clarissa Johal

Since it’s close to Halloween, I’ve decided to chat about what scares me. My girls find it frustrating that very little scares me. They are forever trying to jump from darkened corners, hide things in my bed, or dream up other diabolical ways to make mom scream.

Silly girls.

To be honest, there are only two things I’m afraid of–werewolves and butterflies. My fear of butterflies will always remain a mystery, but I can trace my fear of werewolves back to one Halloween when I was six-years-old.

I had decided, as kids do, to pick the most impossible costume for my mom to sew. I wanted to be Snow White—complete with the huge skirt, laced bodice, and puffy sleeves. To my mom’s credit, she did a brilliant job sewing it together. So brilliant, in fact, that she refused to let me wear the dress until Halloween night. She was afraid I would ruin it.

Halloween night finally arrived, and off I went in full costume, my mom and dad in tow. I was never afraid of the dark, so when we came to one house that happened to have all the lights off, it didn’t occur to me that it was a set-up.

With pillow case in hand, I gathered my Snow White skirts and ran up the walkway, completely focused on my task at hand. The last thing on my mind, were the bushes on either side of the door. Bushes large enough to hide a teenager, dressed up as a werewolf, and completely focused on Halloween festivities of his own.

Out he jumped, and off I ran, screaming at the top of my lungs. I guess I must have snagged my skirt on a bush, because I remember hearing it rip and my mom screaming something of her own.

But, I was sure it was the werewolf—making a grab with the intent of dragging me back to his lair. So sure, in fact, that I continued to run.

My mom was mortified.

The teenager was mortified.

I was oblivious and kept running until my dad finally caught up with me.

From that point, all I remember was being dragged back to the house where the werewolf lived. I don’t remember the teenager removing his mask, I don’t remember him apologizing profusely, I don’t remember the fact that he dumped his whole stash of candy into my pillow case (so my parents tell me). I pretty much just blanked out.

And so a fear is born. I can’t watch werewolf movies before bed, else I have nightmares. I write scary stuff about ghosts, demons, and things that go bump in the night, but I won’t touch the subject of werewolves with a ten-foot sword. My girls think it’s great fun to don one of those rubber werewolf masks in the Halloween stores and chase me around with it. We laugh, but inside, that little six-year-old girl is screaming.

And candy is the farthest thing from her mind.

Thank you for having me as a guest, Night Mistress!

Mistress: Oh my! That’s just terrible, Clarissa. Most of the werewolves I know are rather cuddly, once you give them the right puppy chow. At least it provided fodder for some intriguing stories, yes? Why don’t you tell us a little about your novel, BETWEEN?


by Clarissa Johal

How far would you go to redeem yourself?

As a young girl, Lucinda was able to see spirits, a gift that didn’t come without its problems. Now, a dedicated young veterinarian, she is committed to the idea that every life can be saved.

After a devastating accident, Lucinda tries to escape her past by moving to a small town. There, she meets a newcomer and feels an immediate connection with him. But there is another mysterious stranger to the small town, one that stirs within her a mixture of unease and desire.

As Lucinda is drawn into a bitter tug-a-war from the forces around her, she is likewise pulled into a dangerous twist of past and present events. Forced to make difficult choices, she finds that the two men are locked in not only a battle for her life…but a battle for their salvation.

To read an excerpt of BETWEEN go here:

BETWEEN buy links:

Musa Publishing

Sounds wonderful, Clarissa! A spooky tale for a Halloween night for sure. Thank you for joining us.

Clarissa: And thank you for the tea. *sniffs tea suspiciously* I’m actually a coffee drinker. Forgive me if I set it aside for now…

Mistress: No, there’s nothing wrong with the tea, dear. I’ll see about getting you some coffee, though… ;)

Author Clarissa Johl

Author Clarissa Johl



Clarissa Johal has worked as a veterinary assistant, zoo-keeper aide and vegetarian chef. Writing has always been her passion. When she’s not listening to the ghosts in her head, she’s dancing or taking photographs of gargoyles. She shares her life with her husband, two daughters and every stray animal that darkens the doorstep. One day, she expects that a wayward troll will wander into her yard, but that hasn’t happened yet.


Look for my next paranormal novel STRUCK

Coming January 17, 2014 from Musa Publishing

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A few bits of news

Luxury Pen by By khunaspixGood evening, everyone. I just popped in here to say, I’m over at Melissa Snark‘s Snarkology today talking about my favorite subject: Druids :) and of course how they tie into Passion’s Sacred Dance! Come on by and say hello, (here: )

And something I forgot to mention in the midst of my recent free day promo blitz… I was interviewed about my dark fantasy writings in Twisted Dreams’ Magazine this month! *squee* It’s available in Ebook and paperback from if you’d like to see.

Also the final issue of Andrea’s “Weird…er” flash fiction and poetry zine Wah Lum’s Library is out:  Print and  E-Book

Do check them out, and enjoy!

Indie Block Party day 1


Why did you start writing?
These kinds of questions never really tell you much, you know? I really don’t know why I started writing. To me, it’s an existential question, like, why do we love or hate, or breathe? I just had a story in my mind and wanted to get it down on paper and they’ve kept coming from that first crack in the dam. There were new worlds I wanted to get down on paper, and stories I knew weren’t being told (or being under-told maybe is a better word) and I started telling them. Succinctly, I love writing. Otherwise, I wouldn’t’ve lasted past all the infuriating hurdles I had to crawl over to get this far.

How long have you been writing?

I’ve been telling stories all my life. I didn’t start seriously writing them down until about 18-20 years ago.

What are your favorite genres?
Fantasy then SF, Classics, and some romance.

What is your blog about?

About my books, my writing, my love of music and movies, and also a showcase for some of the writers I’ve been lucky to meet over the last few years.

What do you do when you’re not writing?

Read mostly, and garden when the weather is tolerable. Down here that’s between November and April and in some between 8AM and 9AM. *lol*