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Witches Say The Darndest Things Part 3. #Giveaway #WitchesDoItBetter

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Hello. Happy Wicked Wednesday and welcome to, Witches Say The Darndest Things. I’m the head witch in charge, Siren Allen and all month long I’m sharing scenes from my paranormal novels that feature witches.

Today, I’m sharing a scene from my naughty fairy tale, Into The Darkness. You’ve never met a witch like Celeste. She’s straight outta the bayou and can curse you just as quickly as she could hug you. She has a heart of gold that will turn black if you cross her. Prepare yourself for the wicked witch of the South.

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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 stared around Patsy to find Celeste heading in his direction. Her curves were clad in a long dark green dress that was sleeveless. She wore no head covering today. Her long black hair fell over one shoulder.

Rip mustered up every ounce of hate he could for her. It still wasn’t enough to fill a teaspoon. What was it about this witch that called to him: his mind and his body? Celeste smiled at Patsy when she reached her side.

The older woman bowed then turn and walked down the hallway, same direction Andre and Kalina had gone. Rip stared at Celeste. She stared back at him. Awkward silence surrounded them for a few moments before Rip decided to speak up.

“Are you here to apologize?”

Celeste frowned. Even that looked good on her.
“Apologize? For what?”

“The interrogation room. For slamming my head into the table while I was cuffed to it. For sending me into a coma.”

Her frowned deepened. “You’re a prisoner. How did you expect to be treated?”

Not like a fucking punching bag. Rip opened his mouth to say just that.

She raised her hand before he could speak. “Don’t answer that.” Looking down at the floor, she massaged her forehead and sighed. “Let’s start over. Okay?” When she raised her eyes to him, she wore a slight smile on her face.

His heart fluttered. He was a man. His heart wasn’t supposed to be fluttering. What the hell was wrong with him?

“I’m sorry, Rip, for what I did to you.”

He forgot all about fluttering hearts. She’d apologized. His eyes narrowed. She
was up to something.

“I went too far. I was wrong. But my heart was in the right place. You have a family. You have people you care for. If something was to happen to them, you would do whatever you had to in order to fix it, right?”
When she said it like that, it sort of made sense. But she was a witch.

“Yeah, I’ll do anything for my family.”

“The bayou witches are my family. It’s my duty to protect them.”

“Those dark witches were killing innocents.”

Celeste nodded. “I know. And they had to be stopped. But killing them wasn’t the answer.”

“Should I have talked to them instead, tried to reason with them? Witches aren’t very reasonable.”

“No, I don’t suggest you reason with them. I suggest you stay away from them, period. We handle our own. We don’t need witch hunters interfering.”

“Okay.” Rip shoved his hands into his pockets. “What would you have done to stop those witches? Mind you, they were making voodoo dolls of local officials whose policies they didn’t agree with. They were also threatening a local business owner and her brother. They were putting dead animals on her doorstep and sending her threatening letters, telling her she would be next.”

“They were what?”

“Oh, you didn’t know? But you’re the witch queen. How could you not know what your flock was doing?”

She clasped her hands together and tilted her chin up. “What they were doing doesn’t matter. It wasn’t your place to interfere.”

“Those officials have families. Like you, they have a right to come home to those families. They have a right to live…”

“Witches do too.”

“Which is why I didn’t kill the ones who weren’t a threat to society.”

“But you took their power.”

“Only to prevent them from becoming a threat in the future.”

“That’s the point. You don’t have a right to change someone else’s future. You are not God.”

“I…” Rip snapped his lips shut. No, he wasn’t God. “I help people.”

“You also hurt people.”

“I guess you’re a saint.”

“No, far from it. I know my flaws. I’m working on them. But I don’t kill. I don’t have the right to end another person’s life.”

Witches weren’t people. They were abominations. They were a disease that needed to be eradicated. His family had suffered for generations, were still suffering, because of a witch.

“However,” Celeste told him. “Neither one of us will change our views any time soon. So, I suppose we call a truce.”

“A truce?”

“Yes.”

“How will this truce work?”

“I will refrain from torturing you. And you will…”

“Be released immediately?”

“You will talk to me about your life.”

“What?” Rip chuckled. “You can’t be serious.”

“I never joke,” she told him with a straight face.

“Must be a boring life you lead here.”

Her frown returned. He must’ve hit a soft spot.
“Do you agree?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“You can say no.”

“Then what happens?”

“You spend the next few years in the dungeon.”

Having a bedroom upstairs would be nice. However, he didn’t trust her. And he didn’t negotiate with witches. Soon, his family would realize he was missing and began looking for him. His brothers were resourceful. They would figure out a way to free him. He just had to be patient.

“I choose the dungeon.” He smiled at the shocked look on her face.

“Are you serious?”

“I never joke,” he repeated her words from earlier.

Her eyes turned black. Sh*t.

“Fine,” she said in that deep voice she got whenever she started to look possessed. “Follow me.” She turned and walked away.

His feet began to move. Not because he told them to, but because she was controlling him, again. He would get free one day and when he did, he would show her how it felt to be controlled by another. They stopped when they reached the end of the hall. Kalina stood with her hands on her hips.

“Celeste!”

“He wants to be in the dungeon,” Celeste told her.

Kalina looked at him. “Is that true?”

“No. I want to leave this sh*t hole and…”

“Silence,” Celeste yelled.

His lips snapped shut. He was lucky his teeth didn’t crack.

“Being kind won’t work on him,” Celeste told her cousin.

“I see that now. But, torturing him is not the answer.”

“I’m not going to hurt him. He’ll remain in the dungeon at night and work in the forest during the day. That will be his punishment. He’ll get days off his sentence if he shares information that I need.”

“How long is he sentenced for?”

Celeste turned to stare at him. “That depends on how he behaves.”

He was going to be there for a long time.

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Witches Say The Darndest Things Part 2. #Giveaway #WitchesDoItBetter

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Hello. Happy Wicked Wednesday and welcome to, Witches Say The Darndest Things. I’m the head witch in charge, Siren Allen and all month long I’m sharing scenes from my paranormal novels that feature witches.

Today, I’m sharing a scene from my naughty fairy tale, Cinderella And The Wolf Prince. Trust me, you’ve never met a Cinderella like this one. Don’t believe me? Continue reading to find out. Enjoy!

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THE PRINCE
Wulf St. Jamison is a cursed prince who’s finally found his princess. Or, at least, he thought he had. After spending one night in his masked female’s arms, he awakes to find her missing from his bed and from his life. No one seems to know who she is or where she came from. Was she real or just a creature his broken mind conjured up?

HIS PRINCESS
Cinderella Dupont only has two more months of servitude before she’s free to claim her inheritance and leave her hateful stepfamily behind. After playing the role of obedient daughter for so long, she craves one night of pleasure. She finds that in the arms of a handsome stranger, only to find out later that he’s the prince.
When he shows up at her door, she assumes he’s figured out that she’s the female behind the mask. That’s not the case. He’s there to hire her, the most powerful tracker witch in the land, to help him find his mate.

THE HUNT

Unable to say no to the prince, she pretends to help him search for the female he claims he’s unable to let go. Working by his side, day after day, she finds herself falling for him and toying with the idea of telling him who she really is.

As dark forces descend upon them, will he forgive her for her deception? Or will her stepmother’s vile declarations turn him against her forever?

Especially since everything her stepmother says about her is true.

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She was growing more and more nervous by the minute.
Thankfully, Kara was seated next to her. If her friend wasn’t there, Cindi had no idea how she would be able to endure being this close to him. Her mysterious lover. The long-lost prince.

She couldn’t believe she’d slept with the long-lost prince. Wulf had barely said a word. But he kept making growling noises, that had her feeling both scared and strangely excited.

“Sorry to interrupt your girls’ night,” Quentin said. “But, this couldn’t wait. I even skipped breakfast to rush here. The staff usually has some pastries out. This morning, they didn’t. How disappointing. Don’t you hate it when there are no pastries?”

“Yep. That’s what we hate,” Cinderella muttered under her breath.

Wulf chuckled. The first non-growling noise he’d made. Somehow, it still sounded like it had come from an animal. She loved it. Wait. No, she didn’t.
Clearing her throat, she said, “Sorry, Sir Quentin, but I would really like to lie down.”

Yeah, she sucked when it came to hosting royals. Kara was no better than her.

“Perhaps you should just tell Cindi what you want her to do,” Kara said.

“Right.” Quentin rubbed his hands over his blue pants.

He looked so professional, like a royal should. Wulf. Cindi glanced in his direction to find him staring down at the floor. He looked unkempt. His hair hadn’t been combed. His shirt wasn’t buttoned properly and his shoes were untied.

Who wore tennis shoes with a suit? Yet, he made it work. He looked delicious. Oh no, she was starting to feel aroused. His gaze swung to hers. He inhaled, nose flaring. Time stopped.

It didn’t slow down. It stopped completely. That little voice in her head, the one focused on self-preservation, screamed for her to run. She didn’t have to. Because Wulf stood up, and stormed from the room, knocking her vase to the floor in his haste.

The others in the room sat there, too stunned to speak. Of course, it was Quentin who found his voice first.

“My cousin needs some air. He uh, doesn’t like to be in confined spaces for a long period of time.”

“He’s only been sitting here five minutes,” Kara pointed out.

Cindi glanced at her friend. “But, he’s spent years, centuries, in a cage. Being here, in this time, will take some getting used to.”

Understanding dawned in Kara’s eyes. “I didn’t even think about that. Poor thing. Will he be alright?”

“He will. In time. The queen and I believe that him finding a mate is a good thing. Maybe this female will help him feel more at home in the present. You know, help him feel grounded, like he belongs.”

“He feels like he doesn’t belong?” Cindi asked.

“This is all new to him. Some of our slang, some of our day to day activities, are foreign to him. He just needs a little time to catch on. And now that he’s found his mate, he needs her. A mated wolf will go mad if he doesn’t have his mate by his side.”

Broomsticks. All this time she’d been selfishly thinking of herself, not realizing that he would suffer. In her defense, she hadn’t realized it was the lost prince she was sleeping with. However, that changed nothing.

She still didn’t want to be mated to him. She had her own life. She wanted to live it the way she’d planned. She’d been waiting to be free for so long.
One night of pleasure wasn’t going to rip her dreams from her. Not now. Not ever. She was a witch. She would find a way to help Wulf and retain her freedom. There had to be a way.

She just needed time to think. Without him around. Because seeing him, it made letting him go, hard. And it wasn’t supposed to be hard. She’d only spent one night with him. Geez! Kara bumped her leg.

“What?”

Kara chuckled. “Sir Quentin asked you a question.”

Her friend was finding this entertaining. Cindi focused her attention on Quentin. “Sorry, sir. I was lost in thought. Thinking of all the horrors, Sir Wulf must’ve faced.”

“No worries, Cinderella. This situation has been difficult for us all. I was saying, well, I want to ask you to help him find his mate. But, you must keep this between us. Your stepmother must not know. I know you and Lady Katherine are not that close.”

“Never had been. Never will be.”

“Good. I mean, well, good is what I mean. She too is looking for the girl.”

“What?” Cindi and Kara both screamed in unison.

“Why?” Cindi asked. “How does she even know the girl exists?”

“What does she plan to do with the girl?” Kara asked.

“According to someone I trust, she’s going to use the female to set an example. The girl wasn’t supposed to be working the room she was in. I guess she was making money on the side. Lady Katherine will punish her for that. Then she’ll hand her over to Wulf, if he pays the mate price.”

“I’d forgotten about the mate price,” Cindi groaned. “Which is a small fortune.”

“The money isn’t an issue. If Lady Katherine harms Wulf’s mate, I fear he will lose it. He hasn’t… his mind isn’t… he’s not well. He will be. In time. If his mate is harmed, there’s a chance he’ll destroy the mansion and every witch in it. Then he’ll proceed to destroy every witch, wizard and wolf in the kingdom. If he tries that, he’ll have to be put down.”

“Sh*t,” Cindi muttered under her breath.

“This went from bad to worse in less than one minute,” Kara stated.

“There’s hope.” Quentin scooted to the edge of the couch and clasped his hands together. “We’ll find her first. Once Wulf has her, he won’t let anyone hurt her. And if we have to pay more than the asked for mate price to appease Lady Katherine, we will.”

Cindi sighed. “You really want Wulf to find his mate, don’t you?”

“I want him to find happiness. He deserves it, after all he’s been through.”
Cindi nodded. Guilt was eating away at her.

“We’d be happy to help,” Kara volunteered them both. “Right, Cindi?”

Plastering a fake smile on her face, Cindi agreed. “Of course. We just need something that belongs to his mate to use in our tracker spell.”

“Right,” Quentin agreed. “We have something. Or, he has something.”

“He does?” If they kept talking in unison, Sir Quentin would begin to suspect something.

“He does. However, he won’t show it to me. Only to you, since you’re doing the spell.”

What could he possibly have? Fates, please don’t let it be what I think it is. She could feel Kara glaring at her. Refusing to look in her friend’s direction, she kept her gaze on Sir Quentin.

“Whatever it is he has, I need it, so I can begin the spell.”

“Do you know how long it will take to track her down?”

“Um.” Cindi fiddled with the edges of her shirt. She really hated lying. And wolves could sense those kinds of things. “I can’t say for sure. I know wolves have great noses. If he hasn’t been able to sniff her out, that must mean she’s hiding.”

“Yes, but only because she fears Katherine.”

“Right. A witch who doesn’t want to be found, won’t be easy to track down. Therefore, I can’t give you a definite answer.” There, that was the truth.

“Understood. I’ll go get Wulf, so he can give you whatever item of hers he has.”

Cindi kept her eyes on Quentin as he stood up and walked out of her living room. She kept staring in the direction he’d went until she heard the front door open then close. Only then did she turn to Kara.

“I have totally f*cked up,” Cindi whispered loudly.

“Witch, you are f*cked to the moon and back.”

“What am I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know. What does he have of yours?”

“It can only be one thing.”

“The panties.”

“Those damn panties. Broomsticks.”

“This has to be the Fates bringing you two together.”

“Shut your mouth. Never say that again. The Fates wouldn’t do this to me. They know my heart and my dreams. I’ve suffered too much for them to do this to me.”

“But he’s here. With your panties.”

“You say that like he’s here with a wedding ring.”

“No, that’s what the humans across the ocean use. I guess wolves use underwear.”

“You’re not funny. None of this is funny.”

“You have to admit it, it’s kind of funny.”

“No.”

“A tad bit.”

“No.”

“A smudge.”

“Witch, no. This is a catastrophe. Be quiet. They’re coming back in.”

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Witches Say The Darndest Things Part 1. #Giveaway #WitchesDoItBetter

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Hello. Happy Wicked Wednesday and welcome to, Witches Say The Darndest Things. I’m the head witch in charge, Siren Allen and today I’m sharing scenes from my paranormal novels that feature witches.

Today, you get a scene from Tiana Cooper. The lead witch in my, A Witch For Christmas, story. Tiana is a sassy chick who says whatever is on her mind. Don’t believe me? Keep reading to see for yourself. Blessed be!

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Tiana followed behind him. “You know, you can call me by my name, instead of witch.”

“I know.”

“Then why don’t you do it.” And why do you walk so fast?

“Because it would make this real.”

“What?” He ignored her. “It would make what real?” Still no answer. “Vic!”

“Must you talk so much?”

“Just for that rude remark, I’m not going to stop talking. Let’s see, we should talk about fashion. I have a New Year’s Eve outfit being made for me. It’s this cute outfit that’s gold and shimmers. The top half is sleeveless…”

“It’s going to be too cold for that.”

“The bottom half is a long skirt with a slit up the leg.”

“Definitely too cold for that.”

“The heels are high and skinny, how I like them.”

“High and skinny, never a good combination.”

“Are we still talking about shoes?”

“In general. Shoes, women…”

“Whatever. All the women you date look like they get high and they are definitely skinny.”

“I don’t date, witch. I f*ck and I go.”

“If you say so. Anyway… my heels are…”

“If we must talk, let’s talk about something I want to talk about.”
Uh oh. “Like what?”

“F*cking. Let’s talk about f*cking.”

Whoa. “F*cking who?”

“Let’s talk about who you’re currently f*cking.”

No one. He didn’t need to know that. “You first. Who are you f*cking?”

“No one, at the moment. I’m walking.”

Tiana punched his shoulder, causing him to laugh. “I’m serious.”

“So am I. I asked you first anyway. Who are you f*cking?”

Think of a name. Bart. Bart sounded like a good name. “Not that it’s any of your business, but my current sexual partner…”

“F*ck buddy,” he corrected her.

“Whatever. His name is Bart.”

“Bart?” Vic laughed. “What kind of name is Bart?”

“Bart is short for uh, Bartholomew.”

“Even worse.”

“Yeah, well, Victor isn’t the greatest name in the world.”

“Victor is a strong name. It means, a person who defeats an opponent or an enemy in battle. Victor’s are warriors. And Victor’s can f*ck.”

“Oh, so you’ve met every Victor in the world and tested their f*ckability?”

“Nah. Only my own. And trust me, no female has ever complained.”

She was sure they hadn’t. Especially not with a dick like his. She felt the need to defend Bart. Her imaginary lover.

“Well, Bart has a strong meaning also.”

“Yeah? What?”

“It means… uh, keeper of the heart, or some sh*t like that. I don’t remember. Bart told me once, after we made love. But, I was so riled up from the sex, that I forgot. He’s a great lover. He takes it slow.”

“Slow is for men who don’t know what they’re doing. They spend their time thinking about what they should do next.”

“No, slow is for thoughtful lovers. Those who want to get it right and please their woman. Slow and steady wins the race. All that pounding sh*t is for the birds. I’d take slow over a minute man any day.”

“Just because you’d rather pound than procrastinate, doesn’t mean you’re a minute man.”

She could tell he was getting irritated. Good. He needed to be. “Men who pound it like there’s no tomorrow are clearly trying to cause pain, because they know the pleasure is nonexistent.”

“There’s nothing wrong with a little pain.”

“It is if there’s no pleasure there. Pounding is for men who don’t know what they’re doing, they’re just trying to get their partner to make a sound. And the female is probably screaming her head off because the guy is damn near ripping through her uterus. Bart, doesn’t have that problem. He knows how to make sweet love.”

She ignored the low growl rumbling through his chest.

“Bart keeps me coming all night long. He knows how to…”

“Quiet witch. You’re giving me a migraine.”

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She’s a witch on a mission.
Tiana Cooper has made it through her Guardian trials and now it’s time for her to receive her Guardian tattoo. First, she has to complete one final test to prove she can handle protecting any charge who’s placed into her care. Unfortunately, the council sticks her with Victor Wynfell, a shifter who hates witches. The only thing he hates more than witches is her.
All she has to do is keep the brooding shifter safe and out of trouble for seven days and she’ll pass her test. But, luck isn’t on her side. Victor finds out she’s been appointed as his Guardian and is now hell bent on making her fail. Keeping a dangerously sexy shifter safe isn’t as easy as she thought it would be. Perhaps it’s going to take more than magic to get the job done.

He’s a shifter carrying a grudge.
Victor Wynfell has been in love with Tiana since they were teens. But, she chose another shifter over him, leaving him with a broken heart and wounded pride. Now that the tables are turned and she needs him, he’s determined to show her how being rejected feels. He’ll do whatever it takes to make her fail.
Even if that means getting into more fights than usual and disobeying pack rules. With his pack currently under attack from unknown outside sources, it’s easy for him to find trouble to get into. But, watching Tiana fail isn’t making him as happy as he thought it would. Realizing his carelessness is placing her in danger, he changes tactics. He’ll help her, but he wants something in return.

If she wants to pass her test, she’s going to have to play by his rules.
And his rules involve handcuffs, blindfolds and maybe a happy ever after neither of them saw coming.

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What I’m Reading: Studdin Axxel by author Donna R. Mercer.

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Hi guys. As you all know, when I’m not busy writing, I have my nose in a book. Today, I just finished ‘Studdin Axxel: Inappropriate Dating Agency’ by Donna R. Mercer. I absolutely loved this book. Before I get to my review, let me tell you a little bit about the book.

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Winifred Hamilton was taking her life back.

For twenty-six years her mother has guilt tripped her into playing it safe. Now she and her friends wanted Wendy to live the same throwback 1960 lives that they did. No way, no how was Wendy going to succumb to the pressure.

Little did she know that reading an innocent looking ad in the back of a magazine would change her life forever.

Axxel Rhodes, put the BA into Bad Boy. He excelled at being an A-hole and now he was bringing that skill to Wendy. He was hired to convince Wendy’s mother that she was more than capable of deciding her own future including her husband.

Go big or go home was the motto he lived his life by and he was big all over. More importantly he was willing to show Wendy how big he could get in and out of bed, against the wall, on the living room floor….

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I love everything about this story. I love the plot and the way the author let it unfold. The idea of an inappropriate dating agency is awesome and I love the main characters.

Axxel is a sexy bad boy with a good heart. (The kind we all love.) Wendy is an obedient daughter who is tired of her controlling mother. I loved getting to know Wendy’s inner rebel.

The moment Axxel hears Wendy’s voice, he’s intrigued. The chemistry between the two of them are HOT. This story is hot and hilarious. This book is a must read!

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Cover Reveal – Mate Of Magic by Siren Allen.

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It’s time for a cover reveal. I present to you the cover for Mate Of Magic, which will be available April 27th. If you’ve already read Mate Of Ice, you may think you know Ciera and Edmund well… think again. 🙂

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His touch awakens the monster inside her.
There’s a darkness inside Ciera Duvai that’s begging to be released. Every day, she struggles to keep the evil at bay. When a naughty encounter with a dragon causes her to lose her skirt and her control, her true identity is revealed.
She’s pretty sure the dragon in question is her mate. Dragons are an unforgiving lot, but, he’s her mate, he has to forgive her for all the crimes she doesn’t even remember committing. Right? Wrong! He wants her dead and Ciera isn’t going down without a fight. It’s time to show her mate that her monster is bigger than his.

Her touch excites the monster inside him.
Edmund Dracon is losing his mind. He’s gone too long without a mate and the loneliness had taken a toll on his sanity. His inner dragon has consumed his thoughts and is slowly taking over his body. Soon, he’ll have to be put down or he’ll become a threat to everyone. There’s only one creature who can save him from himself: his mate.

When he finds her sneaking out of his castle, he thinks the Fates have finally answered his prayers… that is, until he finds out who and what she really is. He can’t believe the Fates have paired with the one female whose death could end the suffering of his brethren.

Allowing her to live would be an act of treason.
Yet, now that he’s touched her, killing her doesn’t seem right.
Edmund has a tough decision to make: save his mate or save his people.

 

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#MadlyInLust with Celeste and Rip from Into The Darkness. #MarchMadness

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Are you ready for some March Madness? No, I’m not talking about basketball. I’m talking about Siren’s ‘Madly In Lust In March Blog Posts’. All month long, I’m sharing naughty excerpts from my novels and novellas. First up, an excerpt from my dirty fairy tale, Into The Darkness.

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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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“Why did you summon me again?”
“I simply need a massage,” she told him.
“A massage? That’s all you want?”
“Of course. What else would I want?”
“Me.”
Her breath froze in her lungs.
“Witch, I’m tired of pretending there’s nothing between us but hate,” he told her. “That shit is getting old. And I’m tired of jacking off while thinking of you.”
“We’re enemies, remember?”
“Yeah, but even that is starting to seem pointless.”
“You stole power from my witches.”
“I did it to protect others.”
“You killed some of my witches.”
“Yeah, and think of all the people I may have saved from them.”
“You’re ruthless.”
“So are you.”
“You’re heartless.”
“So are you.”
“Not true. I have a heart. I’ve just never had a reason to use it.”
“Same here. Until now.”
Until now? “What does that mean?”
“What do you think it means?”
She didn’t want to think about it. She didn’t dare hope it meant what she wanted it to mean.
“I think I need a massage,” Celeste told him. “Now.”
He sighed. “Yes, your highness. Whatever you want, your highness. Would you like me to massage you through your robe or would you like a towel to cover you up?”
Celeste took a deep breath. “Neither.” She stood up, back to him and shrugged out of her robe. Naked, she laid back on the bed, not missing his sudden intake of breath. “I’m ready now.”
“You’re trying to kill me.”
“No, that was last week.”
He burst out laughing. “You got jokes.”
She smiled, almost forgetting she was lying naked in front of her prisoner. “The massage lotion is on the table.”
She could hear him moving around behind her.
“You ready?” He asked.
Celeste nodded.
“Use your words.”
She could hear the laughter in his voice.
“Yes, hunter. I’m ready.”
“Good girl.”
“Keep it up, and tomorrow I’ll send you to the dungeon without dinner.”
“No, not that. Tomorrow is Taco Tuesday.”
Celeste burst out laughing. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d laughed so hard. All thought of laughter evaporated the moment his hands touched her skin.
“Your body is warm,” he told her.
What was she supposed to say to that? He rubbed the lotion into her skin then proceeded to massage her.
“You’re tense. It must be hard work protecting the bayou witches?”
“Not so much, since you’re not there hunting them.”
“Why are you tense then?”
“Because now you’re here, haunting my dreams.” Shit. She hadn’t meant to reveal that truth.
His hands stilled. “You dream about me?”
“No.”
“You just said…”
“More massaging and less talking.”
“I can multitask,” he told her as his hands resumed rubbing her. “So, you dream about me, huh?”
She ignored his question.
“In your dreams, am I prince charming, rolling up to your tower window to ask you to let down your hair and then I save you from the evil witch?”
Celeste smiled, but still ignored him.
“Or am I the prince who kisses you and awakens you from a magic induced slumber and saves you from the evil witch?”
Celeste suppressed a giggle.
“Oh, I know,” he said as he massaged her legs. “I’m the prince who rescues you from the wicked witch who sent a tornado to kidnap you and your dog.”
Celeste couldn’t hold her giggle in. “Do I really look like a damsel in distress who would need saving?”
His hands moved slower over her legs. “No.”
“Good.”
“I guess that makes me the prince who takes care of you in other ways.”
“What other ways?”
“Well, if you don’t need a prince for protection, you must need a prince for different reasons.” His hands rubbed over her thighs, inching higher.
“Or, maybe you don’t need a prince at all,” he told her. “Perhaps you need something else entirely.” His hands brushed against her center, sending waves of pleasure over her flesh. “Perhaps you need someone just as dark as you are.”
His finger found her clit and began rubbing, first gently then he applied more pressure and she could barely contain her moans.
“Perhaps you need someone ruthless, someone whose just as scarred by life as you are.”
How did he know? Celeste shivered when he slipped a finger inside of her. He leaned forward, and whispered in her ear. “I know what you need witch. Because I need the same thing.” His finger pushed into her more forcefully.
She gripped the sheets as he pleasured her. He continued whispering into her ear as his fingers worked their magic.
“You make me feel,” he told her. “I don’t know why, I don’t know how, but you do. And damn it, I like it.”
So did she. Celeste ground her hips, causing his finger to slip deeper into her.
“You make me want things I’m not supposed to want,” he whispered.
“L-like what?” She was so close to coming.
“Like forever.”
That was not the answer she’d expected. But it pushed her over the edge. Celeste screamed his name as she came all over his fingers. Gasping for air, she turned to stare at him, only to find him licking his fingers clean. Damn, that was sexy.
“The next time you come, it’ll be on my cock.”
Celeste stared into his eyes and saw the same longing she saw whenever she looked into the mirror. They were alike in so many ways. If she kept this up, she’d start needing him. She didn’t want to need anyone. She wasn’t supposed to need anyone. Her power was all she needed.
“I want you, Celeste.”
She shook her head.

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New Year’s Resolutions W/Siren And The Characters From A Witch For Christmas. #PNR #SirenChat #IRromance

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Happy 2018!
A new year means new resolutions. Today, I’m sharing a few of my resolutions and I’m allowing the characters from my holiday paranormal romance, A Witch For Christmas, to share their resolutions with you. (The two of them don’t get along. You’ve been warned.) Feel free to leave a comment letting me know what your 2018 resolutions/goals are.

Every year, I make the same resolution: Lose weight. Do I ever follow through? Nope. Never. Ever. Not even once. I start off great. Then I add in so many cheat days that I should be on the show Cheaters.

This year, I’m switching things up. My goal is to be healthier. No more dieting. No more counting calories. No more feeling guilty when I eat a hamburger. I just want to be healthier.

What does that mean for me? It means less sugary treats. (Hi, my name is Siren and I’m addicted to chocolate.) I plan to cook more. (I hate cooking.) By cooking more, I control what goes into my body, instead of letting fast food joints have that honor. (Sorry, Ronald McDonald, but I’m breaking up with you.)

I love veggies. This year, my goal is to eat more of them. Same thing with fruits. I still plan to eat chocolate. Just not every day. (No more morning toast with Nutella.) I also plan to workout. I love to dance. So, I’ll be doing some dance workout videos. (I’m too old to twerk, but I can pop, lock and drop it.)

Oh, besides living a healthier life, I also plan to vacay more. Sounds fun and easy. It’s not. Especially if you’re a workaholic like me. But, life is short. I need to spend more time with my family and enjoy life. Last resolution, talk to God more. It’s so easy to pray when things are going bad. But, when things are going good, you sometimes forget whose responsible.

There you have it, those are my resolutions for 2018. Next up, Tiana and Vic from A Witch For Christmas.

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Tiana: My resolution is simple. I want to pass my final Guardian test. To pass the test, I have to protect Victor Wynfell for an entire week.
Vic: Good luck with that.
Tiana: He isn’t going to make it easy for me.
Vic: Damn straight.
Tiana: For some reason, he hates me.
Vic: I don’t hate you.
Tiana: Really? Your forbid me from ever stepping foot on your territory.
Vic: Yet, here you are.
Tiana: I’m a rebel like that. Plus, I have to be here. I have to guard you in order to pass my test.
Vic: I’m pretty sure you’re going to fail. In fact, I plan to get into more fights this week. I also plan to break more pack laws, just to make sure you fail.
Tiana: Are you serious? Don’t be a jerk, Vic. What do I have to do to make you behave for just one week?
Vic: There’s one thing you can do. It requires blindfolds and handcuffs.
Tiana: Vic, that’s blackmail.
Vic: No, that’s negotiating. You want something from me and I want something from you.
Tiana: Forget this, I’m out. You can continue the interview by yourself. Ugh, you get on my damn nerves. Idiot! I’m telling Siren.
Vic: Now that she’s gone, I can tell you my resolution. I plan to make Tiana Cooper mine. I just have to find a way to make her stop hating me. It would probably help if I stopped being a jerk. That’s my other resolution, to stop being a jerk. I wasn’t lying about the handcuffs and blindfolds though. The animal inside of me needs to be in control, it needs to dominate. And we can’t wait to dominate Tiana Cooper in the bedroom. Wish me luck!

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She’s a witch on a mission.
Tiana Cooper has made it through her Guardian trials and now it’s time for her to receive her Guardian tattoo. First, she has to complete one final test to prove she can handle protecting any charge who’s placed into her care. Unfortunately, the council sticks her with Victor Wynfell, a shifter who hates witches. The only thing he hates more than witches is her.
All she has to do is keep the brooding shifter safe and out of trouble for seven days and she’ll pass her test. But luck isn’t on her side. Victor finds out she’s been appointed as his Guardian and is now hell bent on making her fail. Keeping a dangerously sexy shifter safe isn’t as easy as she thought it would be. Perhaps it’s going to take more than magic to get the job done.

He’s a shifter carrying a grudge.
Victor Wynfell has been in love with Tiana since they were teens. But, she chose another shifter over him, leaving him with a broken heart and wounded pride. Now that the tables are turned and she needs him, he’s determined to show her how being rejected feels. He’ll do whatever it takes to make her fail.
Even if that means getting into more fights than usual and disobeying pack rules.
With his pack currently under attack from unknown outside sources, it’s easy for him to find trouble to get into. But, watching Tiana fail isn’t making him as happy as he thought it would. Realizing his carelessness is placing her in danger, he changes tactics. He’ll help her, but he wants something in return.

If she wants to pass her test, she’s going to have to play by his rules.
And his rules involve handcuffs, blindfolds and maybe a happy ever after neither of them saw coming.

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“I need to heal you.” Tiana slowly made her way over to him.
“Heal me? I think I’m in better shape than you are. You’re moving like you’re hurt.”
“There’s always a price to pay when you seek help from Mother Nature.”
She stepped over bodies in her attempt to get to him. He did the same as he made his way over to her. They met somewhere in the middle, both wincing from the pain caused by moving the small distance that separated them.
“Your eyes,” she whispered.
“You’re trembling,” he told her.
“It’s going to take my body a while to get back up to its normal temperature.”
Vic stared around the bar. “You knocked them all out?”
Tiana pushed her hair, that had come loose, out of her face as she surveyed their surroundings. “I did.”
“At what price?”
Her eyes met his. Staring up at him made her dizzy. She swayed. Her hands gripped his shirt to keep from falling. But there was no chance of her hitting the ground. His arms had instantly wrapped around her.
Pressed against him was that last place she wanted to be. Yet, she was unable to move. She didn’t want to move. And it seemed he didn’t want her to move. Proof of that was currently pressed against her.
Hello erection. Nice to meet you, my name is Tiana. How you doing? Standing completely still, she unashamedly enjoyed the feel of his cock pressed against her. He didn’t acknowledge it, so neither did she.
But they both knew it was there. There was no way something that big could go unnoticed. Yeah, she was hurt, but she’d have to be dead to not notice that. Tiana cleared her throat… a nervous habit.
“Thanks, I almost fell.”
“I wouldn’t have let that happen.”
Was his voice deeper than before or was she imagining it?
“I guess I won’t be teleporting us back to the jag territory.”
“I don’t mind walking. And I don’t mind carrying you.”
Whoa. She knew she should step away. But he felt so warm. And though this bar smelled like piss and shit, he smelled good. Whatever cologne he wore, she needed to get a bottle of it to take home with her and spray on her pillows.
Okay, now she was thinking like a stalker. Tiana tried to step back. Not only did Vic not release her, but he tightened his arms around her. And she could’ve sworn she heard a low growl rumble through his chest.
“We should get out of here before they wake up,” she whispered.
“We should.”
That was all he said. He made no move to leave. There was that low growl again. Or was that his animal purring? How cute. Scratch that. How sexy. She’d never heard a jaguar purr. Purring aside, they really needed to leave.
Out the corner of her eye, she saw a shifter flinch. They wouldn’t remain stunned forever. She attempted to pull away again, but one couldn’t pull away from a shifter who wasn’t ready to let you go. She’d dwell on how that made her feel later.
“Seriously, Vic, they are starting…”
“Why did you help me, Tiana?”
Whoa, he called her by her name instead of witch. “Huh?”
“You used a spell you knew would make you weak. Why would you do that for me? You don’t even like me, right?”
“Right.” His grip eased up a little. “But you’re my charge,” she hurried and said. His grip eased up a little more. “Plus, you’re Colin’s cousin.” He released her.
“You’re right, we should go.” That longing look she’d seen in his eyes moments ago was gone. Now, he looked like the pissed off jag she knew and hated. Or, did she hate him?
“Look, Vic, I don’t know what you wanted me to say,” she yelled to his retreating form.
“I want you to say you’re strong enough to walk back to Wynfell. Let’s go witch.”
So, they were back to that.

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