Black Friday

Happy Thanksgiving, my friends. I hope you all have (or had) a lovely one. While we’re all eating and out shopping for Black Friday,I tried to find some Thanksgiving creature to tempt you with, but…well, this month doesn’t really lend itself to mythology very much. (There’s no Great Turkey, Charlie Brown, or anything like that…) However, the late, great Jim Henson gave his own spin to the holiday in a show about a bizarre little town called Turkey Hollow that is (or was) on November 22. No, I didn’t get to see it. But it looks like it was really interesting. Or at least, different. (What else do you expect from Henson?) You can read about that in this article.

Well, I think it looks neat. What would you think if you ran across something strange like those Turkey Hollow Creatures? Me I’d probably write a story about them. hehe. I’m grateful for people like Henson for having an imagination like that; without them, I probably wouldn’t be a fantasy writer. :) As Marc and Angel say, I’m thankful for whatever or whoever is sending me –all of us–our unending creative imaginations. :) I’m also grateful to all of you, my readers and friends, who read, encourage, and love what comes out of my imagination. :)

Anyway, before I let you all go off to your Christmas shopping, I wanted to let you know that the ebook of PASSION’S SACRED DANCE is on sale for $.99, today and tomorrow–for Black Friday. You can find it at Available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Itunes, Kobo,  and Smashwords,  and the paperback is also on sale paperback at Createspace.


Passion's Sacred Dance (Celtic Stewards Chronicles, Book 1)

cover art by Boulevard Photografica

Passion’s Sacred Dance (Celtic Stewards Chronicles, Book 1)
cover art by Boulevard Photografica

Passion’s Sacred Dance (2nd Edition) (Celtic Stewards Chronicles, Book 1)

Unless Stacy Macken can stave off her creditors, she may lose her renowned history center. Yet she knows in her heart that the center is sacred and what a catastrophe losing it would be. How much of a catastrophe, she hasn’t a clue.

Until Aaron Fielding arrives with his tales of magical guardians and the Tuatha dé Danann, sworn warriors from Celtic legend who protect humanity from a wicked enemy seeking their destruction.

Is the end of the world imminent? What can she, a modern woman and her warrior lover, possibly have to offer when a long-prophesied druidic mythic battle explodes around them?

The Celts had their own harvest festivals, but mainly in early August (Lughnasadh) and (depending on what source you read) again at Mabon at the fall equinox. And let’s not forget the big “New year” celebrations at Samhain. Thanks giving was a part of all those festivities, and friends, family, and …well, celebrating. I think they would welcome this November holiday, as well.

So! To all my friends, enjoy this holiday (and the book!) and have a happy, thankful, safe weekend!


Sources: Five Ways to Have a Pagan Thanksgiving

30 Things we Forget to Say Thank you For.

Vampires in Pop Culture–Movies #‎Octoberfrights‬ #giveaway

2015 October Frights Blog Hop, #‎Octoberfrights‬

vampire doll made by Cyndi.

vampire doll made by Cyndi’s Dollz

Vampires in pop culture

Silver-Screen Vampires
Hollywood has always been fascinated with vampires; from the early days of the industry with such classics as Nosferatu and Bela Lugosi’s portrayal of the Undead Romanian Count right up to the present day and works such as Dracula 2000, Interview with the Vampire and the (tragically underrated) Queen of the Damned, these beings are constantly recurring film stars. The most notable portrayal of him would have to be Christopher Lee:

Dracula and Bram Stoker Today–Christopher Lee

Christopher Lee: Hammer Horror interview 2001

Christopher Lee: Masters of Horror
Short Bio and list of his movies to 1999

The Dracula Myth
From HH : the UNofficial Hammer Films Site

Christopher Lee talks about his stint with Hammer Films and his role as Dracula

I’m not too impartial to Gary Oldman’s portrayal of the Count either. Now, that’s a rendition to swoon over, ladies but never forget…he’s a monster!

And the much maligned but actually quite good rendition of Anne Rice’s Queen of the Damned starring Stuart Towsend, as Lestat de Lioncourt

And of course that giant of Pop Culture, Tom Cruise took his turn as Lestat de Lioncourt, and Brad Pitt took his as Louis… Or the creme de la creme Dracula portrayal by the inimitable Bela Lugosi.

They’ve all put some sort of stamp on the face of the vampire, and probably will continue to do so, for better or for worse! Some will no doubt fall flat on their faces (like USA/SF Channel’s Dracula, Prince of Darkness–for all that they tried, bless their dark hearts. ;))

And then there’s that paragon of teen angst, Twilight.

*cough* Well, I only saw the first one; honestly that was all I could stand. As bad as the novel is, the movie’s worse. *shakes head* High school was never like that for me, and me? been there, done that. Don’t remember it in quite that light, thanks.  But me, I prefer the “real” vampires. The ones that would rip a girl’s throat out without worry about it. This whole, emasculated, “mooning love slave” vampire thing…*shrugs* eh.

Whatever…. It’s done the author(s) well…For the moment. I always wonder what will be the thoughts on our “latest thing” a hundred years down the line. Will Twilight survive the test of time? We shall–or rather our descendants–see.

What’s your favorite portrayal of the vampire?

Thanks for stopping by. You can see the rest of the participants in the hop by clicking the blue button below. Happy Halloween!!

Greek Myth by author Stella McLeod


I’m pleased to welcome paranormal romance author Stella McLeod, who has a topic I’m sure most of you will find interesting. Greek Myth and how it tied into her latest release, ALWAYS HAVE AND ALWAYS WILL and she tells us a little about herself too. So, grab some coffee or your beverage of choice :) and enjoy!

Author: Stella McLeod
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Title: Always Have and Always Will
New Release Date: 1/10/15

Have you ever read about the ancient Greek Gods and wondered where they came from? Well the new paranormal romance released this week, Always Have and Always Will has the answer. This luscious romance set in the Greek Islands unveils the secret to Immortality discovered in Antiquity, reveals a young ancient warrior who has waited for over 2000 years for his lover to return to him and a modern reincarnated woman who cannot remember her past-life or him. Throw in his sinister twin brother, her best friend Menander, some living Gods and the murderer and you have a plot to die for. Continue reading

Sandra Hill–book tour

Today we have delightful romance author Sandra Hill here  on our blog. I’ve enjoyed her works in the past and I think you will too. She’s provided us with a little about her new book, EVEN VAMPIRES GET THE BLUES, and I hope you’ll find it interesting.

Even Vampires Get the Blues by Sandra HillEven Vampires Get the Blues

A Deadly Angels Book

Book 7

Sandra Hill

On-sale: 8/25

ISBN: 9780062356529


New York Times bestselling author Sandra Hill delivers a sizzling new entry in her Deadly Angels series, as a Viking vangel’s otherworldly mission teams him with a Navy SEAL who’s more than his match-she’s his predestined mate . . .

The fact that vampire angel Harek Sigurdsson was a Norseman in his mortal life doesn’t make thawing out after exile in Siberia any easier. But things heat up when his search for evil Lucipires connects him with Camille Dumaine, a human who thrums with sensual energy that can mean only one thing: she’s the mate Harek’s been seeking for centuries. . .

The SEALs call her “Camo” for her ability to blend into a crowd-yet Harek’s intense blue gaze singles Camille out like a white-hot spotlight. The security wiz was hired to help bring down a ruthless band of international kidnappers, but Camille senses an unspoken agenda-besides Harek’s bold declaration that she’s his “destiny”. Just Camille’s luck that the sexiest man she’s ever met may also be …a vampire!

Excerpt 1:

Everything he touched turned to gold, or leastways a considerable profit, and thank the gods for that, because Harek Sigurdsson was a brilliant Viking with an insatiable hunger for wealth and all its trappings.

It didn’t matter that he had vast holdings in the Norselands, an estate in Northumbria, several hirds of warriors who served under him when called to battle by one grab-land king or another (Harek was a much-sought battle strategist), amber fields in the Baltics, trading stalls in the marketplaces of Hedeby, Kaupang, and the Coppergate section of Jorvik, a fleet of twelve longships and two knarrs, and numerous chests filled with coins, jewels, and rare spices. It was never enough! Not to mention three wives and six concubines … or was it seven?

Not that he wanted or needed any more wives or concubines. Like many Viking men (hah! men of all lands, truth to tell), he was betimes guided by a body rudder known for its lackwittedness when it fancied a woman. The Wise Ones had the right of it when they proclaimed: A cock has no brain. Well, at the ripe old age of twenty and nine, he had finally taken a sip from Odin’s famed well of knowledge. In future, when he came upon a comely

woman, he would bed her, not wed her, then send her on her merry way with a pat on the rump and a pouch of gold coins. Cheaper that way and lots less trouble!

Harek had just completed a meeting with Toriq Haraldsson, his agent here in Hedeby. Toriq had once been a hersir overseeing Harek’s Norse housecarls. Unfortunately, the fierce swordsman had lost an arm in battle. Harek had no qualms about hiring the handicapped man as his business representative. Loyalty and honesty were more important in that role than fighting skills. Besides, Toriq had once saved Harek’s life in battle at a time when Harek had been young and not yet so adept in fighting. A berserk Dane had been about to lop off Harek’s very head. Suffice it to say, the wergild for a highborn man’s head was enormous.

As they walked side by side on the raised plank walkways that crisscrossed the busy market center, men and women alike glanced their way, not just because of their impressive Norse height and finely sculpted features. Their attire—fur-lined cloaks, gold brooches fastening shoulder mantles, soft leather half boots—could support a tradesman’s family for years.

Unaware or uncaring of the attention, Toriq scowled and grumbled under his breath. Toriq was not happy with Harek today.

“Spit it out, man. What troubles you?”

“This latest venture of yours … it ill-suits a man of your stature,” Toriq said, but then he had to step aside to accommodate a crowd that had gathered to watch a craftsman blowing blue glass into a pitcher. Other artisans were hammering gold and silver into fine jewelry. In fact, Harek noticed an etched armband he might purchase later. In other stalls, workers could be seen carving wood and ivory, or firing clay pots in kilns behind the trading tables.

Hedeby was an exciting city, always something going on. To Harek, the bustle of commerce, the sounds of money being made, were like music to the ears. There wasn’t anything that couldn’t be purchased here, from the prized walrus rope that was cut in a single spiral strip from shoulder to tail, to—well—to his latest venture.

Excerpt 2:

“Harek Sigurdsson!” a male voice yelled out of the mist, so loud that Harek jerked into a sitting position on the pallet in the alcove of his enclosed space and almost rolled off to the floor. He blinked and tried to see the hazy blur standing in the open doorway leading to the longship’s deck. The only light came from the full moon outside.

He stood, and at first he was disoriented. Who wouldn’t be with a head the size of a wagon wheel, with what felt like a battle-axe imbedded in his skull?

A man … He could swear it was a man he saw standing there, and yet at the same time, there was no one there. Just a swirling fog.

“Who goes there?” he yelled out, thinking it must be one of the crew stationed on board overnight.


Now he was starting to be annoyed. “Present yourself, man, or suffer the consequences.”

No one answered. Good thing, because he realized he had no weapon in hand. Should he grab a knife? What kind of weapon did one use with a ghost? Would a blade even suffice?

He shook his head to clear it, to no avail. He was still under the influence of ale. Or something.

He could see clearer now, and it was a tall, dark-haired man wearing a long gown in the Arab style who beckoned him outside. The gown in itself was not so unusual but the broadsword he held easily in one hand was, especially since it was his own pattern-welded blade. Then, there were the huge white wings spread out from his back.

What? Wings? Huh? It couldn’t be possible. He closed his eyes and looked again. Definitely wings.

Was it even a man? Or some kind of bird?

He had heard of shivering men suffering from wild dreams of writhing snakes or even fire-breathing dragons, but usually it was men trying to wean themselves away from years of the addictive brews or opium. Harek rarely drank to excess and never had an interest in the poppy seed.

But Harek had a more important issue at the moment. His bladder was so full he would be pissing from his ears if he didn’t soon relieve himself. Making his way through the now empty doorway, he staggered over to the rail. Undoing the laces on his braies, he released himself and let loose a long stream of urine. When he was done—shaking his cock clean, then tucking it back into his braies—he breathed a sigh of relief, then belched. Which was a mistake. His breath was enough to gag a maggot.

Which cleared his head enough to let him know he still had company. The man-bird stood there, scowling at him with contempt. The wings were folded so that he could scarce tell they were there.

“Who … what are you?”

“Michael. The Archangel.”

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Delve into the shadows of The Kyn with @JamiGrayAuthor and SHADOW’S EDGE… #FREEREAD #UF #PNR

I invited author Jami Gray over to tell us about her paranormal romance series, and something…snafued. My apologies to her. Despite the delay, I am pleased to introduce Jami to you. Please enjoy this look at her book SHADOW’S EDGE.

Delve into the shadows of The Kyn with Jami Gray

Much thanks to Juli for letting me come over and steal her readers for a bit. I’ve been asked numerous times where my story ideas come from, and I could wax eloquent and present this pretty picture of a creative mind, but that wouldn’t be fair or accurate.

Here’s the deal, I spent most of my teenage years wanting to be a different “me”, a “me” that could rival Harry Potter (who I wouldn’t meet until I was married with a mini-me on my hip and one in my belly). To achieve that I would take my favorite books and add in a role starring yours truly. Not a new trick, most avid readers do this to one extent or the other. Still at fourteen I decided my additional “role” was too big to hold in my gray matter, so it spilled onto 125 pages of hand written story. Sometime during those teen years I began to create my worlds, my roles and a whole slew of unique characters and writing became more than my escape, but my passion.

Still, as I tried to find my footing in this creative endeavor, each of my stories contained one, unchanging element–magic. When I wrote SHADOW’S EDGE I used my love of the unexplained and ancient tales of incomparable beings to create a “what-if” world. What if all those creatures we thought were myths, were real? How could they co-exist with the “normal” world? What would their world look like? What would happen if the veil of secrecy began to tear?

As I built my Kyn world, I wanted to make sure I had a spot for all those myths to call home. I have an entire backstory of how the preternatural population went underground, how the Library of Alexandria was reduced to ash to hide the truth. The Fey went first, quickly followed by the Amanusa (demon halflings), and the Lycans slunk away shortly after. The Magi (witches/warlocks/shamans) were the last to step into the shadows after following similar states during the Burning Times. Each group has their own creation story, and set of challenges. Amanusa, by their very nature, craves chaos, to the extent they’ll create it when things get too calm. The Fey, with their inherent arrogance, are blind to their faults, the Lycan’s live too close to their beasts, and the Magi are split between the witches holding true to their threefold law and the warlocks who have no problems trampling over their ethical lines to get what they want. That’s not counting the complication of human involvement, and hiding in the modern world.

Want to find out what happens? Pick up your FREE copy of SHADOW’S EDGE, and walk alongside Raine McCord as she delves into the shadows to uncover who’s hunting the Kyn.

SHADOW’S EDGE, Kyn Kronicles #1

Now available Free in eBook format at: AMAZON /


Everyone fears what hunts in the shadows—especially the monsters… When the supernatural lurks in the shadows of the mundane, hunting monsters requires unique skills, like those of Raine McCord. A series of deaths threatens to reveal the Kyn community and forces her to partner with the sexy Gavin Durand. As the trail leads to the foundation haunting Raine’s childhood, she and Gavin must unravel lies and betrayals to discover not only each other, but the emerging threat to them and the entire magical community.


Walking into the dim house, Raine braced for the usual smell accompanying a violent death.

She knew that smell. It was distinctive. It reminded a person of raw meat and coppery blood. A scent warning you whatever you found, it wouldn’t be recognizable.

Coming down the short entryway, a few steps behind the two men, she realized there was no odor. No blood, no raw meat. She let out the breath she was holding. Only then picking up on the spine tingling traces of magic. It raised bumps along her skin as she drew closer to the front room.

Two agents passed her, heading out of the house, small evidence bags in their gloved hands. Osborn stopped just to the left of the front room’s entryway. Gavin came to a halt in the middle of the opening, blocking her view. Stepping around to his right, she came to an abrupt stop, puzzled.

Bane Mayson was sprawled on the faded green couch under the picture window. At first glance the scene didn’t make sense. There were no visible wounds, no horrific mutilations, nothing to show how he died. Just the skitter of magic down her spine, making the deceptively calm scene in front of her much more ominous.

“Can you give a positive ID?” Osborn’s rough voice pulled her gaze back to him. He looked at Gavin who wasn’t answering.She tilted her head to find out why, and then realized Gavin was looking at her.

“What?” she asked.

“I’ve never met him,” he said blandly. “Just spoke to him on the phone.”

“Oh.” A little disconcerted, she turned back to the waiting agent. “Yes, that’s Bane Mayson.”

If you want to play in the shadows, continue the adventure with Jami Gray’s Kyn Kronicles: Banner         Jami Gray Jami Gray is the award winning, multi-published author of the Urban Fantasy series, The Kyn Kronicles, and the Paranormal Romantic Suspense series, PSY-IV Teams. She can be soothed with coffee and chocolate. Surrounded by Star Wars obsessed males and two female labs moonlighting as the Fur Minxes, she escapes by playing with the voices in her head. Come stalk Jami at any of these fine locations:

Website / Facebook / Twitter / Goodreads / Google+ / Amazon

 Thank you for being my guest, Jami! And for your patience. Folks, don’t forget to check out The Kyn Chronicles, and as ever …keep reading!