#WickedWednesday: Step Into The Darkness with Celeste and Rip. #FdUpFairyTales #SirensTales #ParanormalRomance

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Happy hump day! It’s Wicked Wednesday and today I’m sharing an excerpt from my naughty fairy tale, Into The Darkness. The story revolves around the relationship between a beautiful but borderline psychotic witch and a sexy but cursed witch hunter. I love Celeste and Rip. I think you will too. Enjoy this wicked excerpt.

Castle in the swamp.

Once Upon A Time…

There lived a witch by the name of Celeste Dubois, who was tired of her sister witches disturbing her eternal slumber with their cries. Lately, they all called out to her with the same plea, ‘stop Rip Van Warren, the witch hunter’. Unable to ignore their cries, she lures Rip into her world, where she keeps him as her prisoner for twenty years. She had every intention of torturing him for those twenty years. But the heart wants what the heart wants.

For twenty years Rip Van Warren is held captive by a beautiful bayou witch. He should hate her. However, their time together has made him rethink his vendetta against witches. All of his life he thought magic was evil. Celeste has taught him that it’s a gift to be treasured, almost as much as he treasures her.

When an unexpected threat enters their lives, Celeste is forced to send him back to his own world in order to protect him. He awakens in the middle of the swamp, confused and dazed. His memories of the last twenty years are foggy. Yet, there’s one person he’ll never forget, the witch he left behind. He’s desperately seeking a way back to her. However, the witches of New Orleans aren’t willing to help a famous witch hunter.

Will the dark witch and the dark hunter have their happily ever after?
Or will he return too late to save the witch he loves?

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“Rip, can I ask for one more thing?”
“What do you want now witch, my kidneys?” He joked.
“Nothing that important. But, would you mind washing my back?”
Rip coughed. Why? He had no idea.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah…” he coughed some more. “I swallowed wrong.” He cleared his throat. “I’m good.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“Okay. Will you wash my back for me, please?”
He knew witches. He’d studied them all his life. He knew this was a trick of some sort. That didn’t stop him from agreeing.
“Yes, witch, I’ll wash your back.”
He took a step back when he saw her silhouette pulling the shower curtain back. Down boy, he whispered to his body. She’s a witch. There’s no telling what she has up her sleeve. Proceed with caution.
She moved the curtain out of the way, revealing her back to him. She was seated in the tub and all he could see was her shoulders and upper back.
“You can’t do it from way over there,” she called over her shoulder.
Rip realized he’d taken three steps back. He took a deep breath then walked forward until he stood at the edge of the tub, staring down at her. Bubbles shielded her body from his view. Rip sent up a silent prayer, thanking his maker for bubbles.
He didn’t want to see her naked. Not one inch of her. She lifted her knees and part of her thighs peeked through the water. He balled his hands into fists. He could wash the back of one small witch without losing his shit.
She lifted this puff ball out of the water. A red loofah. Rip knelt behind the tub, bringing his face level with the back of her head. As he reached for the loofah, he closed his eyes and inhaled her scent. Intoxicating.
Their hands touched when he grasped the loofah. A jolt of electricity sizzled between them. His already hard cock jerked. Thankfully, with her back to him, she couldn’t see his reaction to her.
Rip pulled the loofah from her hand. She leaned forward and tilted her head down, revealing more of her back to him. He wanted to touch her, not with the loofah, with his hands. He wanted to rub his fingers over her skin to see if it was as smooth as it looked.
She lifted her hair from her shoulder. Droplets of water ran down her back then disappeared beneath the bubbles.
“Something wrong?”
“No.”
“Oh, okay.”
Rip dipped the loofah in the water then proceeded to rub it across her shoulders. The thing was so small in his grasp, more of his hand was touching her than loofah. She didn’t say anything, and he didn’t want to stop touching her, so he kept going.
He dipped the loofah into the water again and then squeezed it over her shoulders, allowing it to drip down her back. He rubbed it over her back, lathering her flesh, then dipping the loofah into the water and dripping it over her skin to remove the suds.
He focused on her neck as he worked, fearing if he stared anywhere else, he’d embarrass himself in front of her. Once he was done, he stretched his arm out.
“Done. Here’s your loofah.”
She didn’t take it. Instead, she stared over her shoulder at him, her brown gaze meeting his.
“You’re not done.”
“No?”
“You haven’t washed my whole back.”
“I can’t reach….”
She stood up in the tub.
He forgot how to breathe.

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Book Spotlight: Sleep Sweetly by Angel Mystique #FairyTales #NewRelease #ParanormalRomance

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I love fairy tales. I love them even more when they’re a little twisted. So when I received an invite to be part of the F’d Up Fairy Tales collection and retell one of my favorite stories, I jumped on it. Today, I’m spotlighting one of the books from that collection, Sleep Sweetly. The author will share some info about the book with us and she even brought the characters along so they can chat with us. Enjoy!

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Who is your favorite fairy tale villain and why?

I love to hate Cinderella’s evil stepmother. She seemed almost untouchable, until the end. I think that’s why I loathe her so much. She had everyone (even her CAT!) under her rule and control. That’s POWER, and that’s why she’s my favorite villain.

What fairy tale is your new release a F’d Up version of and why did you choose that fairy tale to rewrite?

My Fairy Tale is a retelling of Sleeping Beauty. I choose Sleeping Beauty to be ‘F’d Up’ because it was always one of my favorite classics as a child.

What makes your fairy tale different from the original?

Oh, goodness. Let’s see… What *isn’t* different? LOL. The setting. The gender swapping. Everything makes it different from the original. I hope readers enjoy it! I really do!

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What does love mean to you?

JEROME: Protection.
RILEY: Sacrifice.

What do you love most about your partner?

JEROME: She’s so… caring. I hope that comes through in our story. She cares about me, and that means the world to me.
RILEY: He’s bold and out there… I love that about him.

Do you believe in love at first sight?

JEROME: I guess you could say I do. Did. Whatever.
RILEY: Lust. Yeah. Love? Nope. But don’t tell Rome that, though.

SLEEP SWEETLY

Once upon a time…”

Riley Sinclair wakes up in the same place every night- not in a bed, refreshed. No. She awakes in the woods -alone- as the sun peeks through an opening in them. To make matters worse, her ex-boyfriend who was murdered (or was he?) keeps haunting her dreams, trying to commune with her.
Putting her best foot forward, taking the steps to move on, Riley is struggling. For every time she closes her eyes, Jerome is there.
When your curse is to be without the one you love, you do everything in your power to reverse it, right?
In dreams, he waits for her, hoping that she’ll see the truth and sleep sweetly.

 
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She sighed. It had been a year since the moment she found herself waking up in this part of the woods. A deep cove of nothing but trees and moss, hidden away from the rest of the wild, crazy forest. It offered her comfort, or at least that was how she felt the first few times.
Now, she needed answers.
She needed for him to set her free. Instantly.
Because the sleepless nights, or the times when she would wake up in cold sweats, weren’t cutting it anymore.
People around her thought she was crazy. She kept her head down, conversations short (apart from conversing with Jamie). She was open to him, now that Jerome had died. More open, really.
And as Riley closed her eyes, listening to the still, quiet of the forest, she felt him. Felt Jerome standing behind her.
“I’m right here, Rome. What do you want, babe? What do you want from me?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, as she opened her eyes a moment later.
Turning around, her eyes met pitch black. More darkness everywhere she looked. For miles, there was nothing but the darkness of night, yielding more time without Jerome speaking to her.
But she felt him.
She.
Felt.
Him.
“Jerome?” she called out to him again, her voice rising in pitch. Her entire body bent over, pressed toward the ground until she was laying with her right cheek to the Earth; her knees touching her chest. She whispered his name over and over… Until she swore she could hear his heart beating. Until she succumbed to the exhaustion of crying, accompanied by the heaviness behind her eyelids.
She wasn’t afraid to close her eyes and dream.

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Angel Mystique has been writing stories ever since she was eight years old. A passionate writer, she pens stories of drama, erotic dramas, and focuses on love stories and romances in any genre. When she’s not typing up her latest WIP, she can be found catching up on shows that she loves. Greenleaf, Scandal, and The Bachelor Franchise (and so many other authors and TV shows) all are attributing factors to why she writes what she writes.
Get in touch with her:

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#CoverReveal Nowhere To Hide #GNFseries #IRromance #Thriller #Giveaway

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It’s time for a cover reveal and a giveaway! You know how I love doing both. Next month, I release book 2 of the Going Nowhere Fast suspense series. Today, I’m sharing the cover for that book!

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She’s alone, scared and on the run.

Melanie Pittman never thought her life would end up like this. She’s living life on the run, with two brothers chasing after her. No matter how far she runs, she can’t hide from the Rochester brothers. They both know what she’s done and they plan to make her suffer for it.

Damian wants her dead for the crime she committed. Mason, the man she thought cared for her, wants her to complete the terms of their agreement: sex for his silence. Then there’s her other enemies lurking in the shadows. She can’t hide forever. As her enemies close in on her from all angles, she only has two options: give up or rise up.

Melanie’s tired of being hurt and used.

She’s ready to fight.
To hell with love.

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Book 1 is available on Amazon and FREE with Kindle Unlimited.

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How did a text message lead to blood on her hands?

Melanie Pittman never should’ve responded to the message her boss sent, demanding she join the festivities at his mansion. With her job on the line, she showed up, only to flee moments later, covered in her boss’s blood.
And his son had watched her flee.

She’d known his willingness to not turn her in was too good to be true. Now he’s blackmailing her: sex for silence. The only thing making this situation worse was the fact that she enjoyed the things he did to her. The way he handled her body, the dirty things he said to her, she loved it all, even though she knew he would never think of her as anything other than a toy he could play with, manipulate. He held her freedom in his hands.

And now his older, more ruthless brother knows what she’s done.

What will it take to keep him silent?

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He walked away from the table, needing some air. He had to find her back door. Mason stormed down the hallway. How dare she ask him how long this would last? However f*cking long he wanted it to.
She was in no position to ask questions or negotiate. Sh*t. Mason unlocked her back door and pulled it open. He sucked in a deep breath as he stepped out onto the porch. It was cold as hell and here he was standing on a porch with no jacket on.
Shoving his hands into his pockets, he stared up at the sky. He should’ve just stayed at home. After having her read a passage from her book to him, he’d been ready to see her. So, he’d called his brother and moved up their meeting which had only lasted ten minutes and ended with them yelling at each other.
Nothing new there. The only new thing was his desire to be here, near her. What the fuck was wrong with him? She was right. They didn’t know each other. She’d given him head once. He’d investigated her and seen her around the office.
Other than that, there was nothing he knew about her except that she was capable of murder. Other than her curves, there was no reason he should feel this insane need to be with her. She wasn’t even his type.
Yet, he’d dreamed about her. He’d dream about his mom also. In his dream, he’d introduced Melanie to his mom and they’d gotten along perfectly. Hell, even her and Damian had gotten along, in his dream.
“Hey. Mason.”
He turned to find her standing in the doorway clad in loose fitting jeans and a Chicago Cubs sweater. His dream girl. She was beautiful. She looked so sweet and innocent. Nothing like what he was used to. Mason cleared his throat.
“You ready?”
She shook her head. “I have a few more things to pack. I just wanted to tell you that uh, the reason I asked how long this would last…”
“Not this again.” Mason turned to stare at the backyard once more.
“It’s just that, I visit my grandmother once a week. I don’t know what it is you’re going to want me to do. Well, I know some of it, just not all of it. Anyway, will I still be able to visit my grandma?”
Her grandma. He’d forgotten about her.
Mason nodded.
“Thank you. And uh, that’s where I was yesterday. I waited on you to call. When you didn’t, I went to visit my grandma. I turned my phone off while I was at the nursing home.”
He felt like an ass. He nodded again.
“Okay,” she said. He could hear her stepping away from the door. “I’m going to finish packing. I’ll be quick.”
Mason stared over his shoulder at her retreating form. “Melanie.”
She stopped in the hall and glanced over her shoulder. “Yeah?”
“Take your time. You don’t have to rush.”
She smiled. It was a small smile, but it was still a smile. Probably the first real smile she’d ever aimed at him. She nodded then continued walking down the hallway. Mason faced the backyard once more.
What was it about Melanie Pittman that had him yearning for another one of her smiles?

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