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Under the holiday anthology lights, it’s Debbie Christiana’s turn! THINGS THAT GO BUMP FOR THE HOLIDAYS #anthology #PNR #BOB @DebChristiana

We’re almost done spotlighting our holiday anthology contributors for THINGS THAT GO BUMP FOR THE HOLIDAYS,  which, I know you now have your copy of. (If not, stop everything you’re doing and go get it!)

Today’s guest is Debbie Christiana and she braved the slushy mud trails and the icy drips from our surrounding swamp trees to bring us a peek into Spooky Millane’s world, with MAKING SPIRITS BRIGHT.

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Making Spirits Bright–A Spookie Millane Holiday Short Story

By Debbie Christiana

Their touch is invisible but I know they’re near.

I’m not psychic nor do I see dead people. My visitors are what I affectionately refer to as the nearly departed. Those souls who come to me in the hours before their death for help to finish something they have run out of time to accomplish.

How is part of their life essence able to leave and appear to me while they are still alive? I couldn’t say. I have no formal knowledge of the metaphysical and intend to keep it that way. Blessing or burden, it’s my fate in life and I don’t question why.

Along with any otherworldly guests I may have today, I’m excited to meet with Jocelyn Jordan, a psychic paranormal investigator and filmmaker. When I received her hand-written letter asking for an interview, I was intrigued. In this day of emails a posted letter is odd and she described in detail her visions of my unusual talent. As private as I am about my skill, it’s a lonely existence. I sometimes ache to talk to someone who might understand.

The clock chimes two forty-five. Fifteen minutes until she arrives. I’m a bit perplexed at what to do. I rarely entertain actual people.

The nice thing about the almost dead is their simplicity. They don’t care that I prefer to dress in gothic style, that Halloween is my favorite holiday or if my house is clean. The other side of the coin is they don’t make appointments, often appear at importune times and have issues with personal space.

My humble abode reflects the festive time of the year. A small Christmas tree is lit near the fireplace and the alluring aroma of frankincense and myrrh swirls around the room. My life size Jack Skellington, dressed as Santa Claus, and his love, Sally the ragdoll, are positioned under the mistletoe by the door. Their dog, Zero is at their side, his jack-o-lantern nose glowing bright

In the kitchen I turn the teapot on and place gingerbread cookies on a plate. I take out two of my favorite holiday mugs. One with a black and white picture of Morticia and Gomez Addams decorating their dead Christmas tree, the other with a headshot of Lurch dressed as Santa Claus. I keep Lurch for myself.

I’m ready.

Then I feel the familiar tingle down my spine.

I know you want more, especially since you’ve devoured THINGS THAT GO BUMP FOR THE HOLIDAYS, so here are some very tasty tidbits to add to your reading pile:

SOLSTICE–on sale for 99 cents until Dec. 31st, 2013!

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Time is running out for Armend Zogu. The 250-year-old family curse on his head will claim his life on his 30th birthday, the winter solstice.

Sofia Palmalosi might be just the Strega who can save him. A descendant of a long line of powerful Italian witches, her family’s magic was a gift from the Goddess Diana.

Together Sofia and Armend embark on a journey from New York, to Sicily and the ancient ruins of Diana’s temple, and back to New York, all the while fighting a battle of magic and wits with a psychopath who wants them both dead and the curse intact.

If the curse doesn’t kill Armend, breaking it just might.

Pick up your copy of SOLSTICE from AMAZON or BLACK OPAL BOOKS

TWIN FLAMES

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She’d never met him before…or had she?

The last thing forty-year old Natalia Santagario expected was to be sitting on a Manhattan barstool ogling a man she’s never met, but swears she knows.

He didn’t know her at all…or did her?

The mysterious dark-haired woman at the end of the bar stops twenty-eight year old Marc Tremonti in his tracks. His head assures him she’s a stranger, but his heart tells him otherwise.

Together they embark on an adventure that will change their lives forever.

Their attraction instant and enigmatic, they undergo past life regression and discover that, not only have they spent hundreds of lives together as lovers, Natalia holds the secret to Marc’s puzzling birthmark.

But what should have been a joyful reunion is complicated by a kind, albeit confused, almost ex-wife, an unfortunate accident in a taxicab, and a bout of temporary amnesia that threatens to ruin everything. On top of all that, they must contend with a mischievious ghost from their past.

What else could possibly go wrong?

Buy your copy of TWIN FLAMES at AMAZON or at  BLACK OPAL BOOKS

Debbie Christiana loves to read and write about mysteries, unusual love stories and things that go bump in the night. She’s been fortunate to publish two novels, Twin Flames, a paranormal romance and the romantic suspense, Solstice, with Black Opal Books. Forever Flames, A Twin Flames Novella will be out in 2014. She also has published two dark fiction short stories in The Ten Tales anthology series. Debbie is a member of RWA, her local RWA chapter and the International Thrillers Writers, Inc. She lives in Connecticut with her husband and three children.

You can find her:

WEB: www.debbiechristiana.com

BLOG: www.debbiechristiana.com/blog

Twitter @DebChristiana

Facebook: Debbie Christiana, Author

THINGS THAT GO BUMP FOR THE HOLIDAYS Welcomes Liv Rancourt to the stage… #holidayreads @livrancourt #anthology #paranormal

How was everyone’s Turkey Day? Good? Feeling well fed and lazy? Great! Because it means you’re our captive audience for our next author spotlight.

Today, our visitor from our soon to be released anthology: Things That Go Bump for the Holidays (coming Dec. 14th), is none other than LIV RANCOURT!

You’ll have to excuse all the squees of delight, as Liv gets settled in. There are so many great authors in this anthology, I think our crowd will be hoarse by the end of our spotlight runs. 

Without further ado, I give you–Liv….

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Thanks so much for having me as a guest on your blog, Jami! I’m seriously looking forward to December 14th, because I can’t wait to get my hands on Things That Go Bump For The Holidays. Being in an anthology with you and with all the other great Black Opal Books authors is such a thrill! And I know I sound like I finish every sentence with an exclamation point, but for real, I’m excited about this.

😉

My contribution to the anthology, God Rest Ye Merry Vampires, is a bit of a different spin for me. Last spring I did a bunch of research on early 20th century Seattle for a day-job-related project, and it just seemed like the most natural thing in the world to apply some of that research to my fiction. And, because of the way my brain works, vampires had to be involved.

So here’s a snippet from God Rest Ye Merry Vampires, my historical/paranormal holiday tale. I hope you enjoy it, and that you have a very merry holiday season!

Liv

                  Snowflakes the size of nickel coins melted as soon as they hit the street. Clydie wiped away a bit more of the frost that edged the perimeter of each pane of glass, hoping to find a different view. It must not snow tonight, Christmas Eve. Howard’s train would arrive soon, and she had to get to Seattle’s King Street Station to meet him.

Clydie moved away from the window, her steps small and careful, hindered by her narrow, hobble skirt. Walking any distance required patience, a quality she rarely exercised, but she loved the silken drape of the burgundy velvet as it tapered from her knees to her ankles. Tiny, seed beads edged the cap sleeves and daring neckline, and her hair had been turned into a crown of soft curls held in place by a gold band. She not only had to find a way to get to the train station, she had to do it without ruining her hair and dress. James, her father’s driver, held the key to her success in more ways than one.

The public areas of the house were trimmed with pine garland, candlelight, and a calm anticipation of the event to come. Two years ago, when they moved into their grand new house near Volunteer Park, Mother had declared the décor would reflect modern principles of efficiency and cleanliness. Her comfortably cluttered Christmas decorations, ruby-toned glass ornaments, holly wreaths, and swaths of greenery, undermined those principles. Mother would dim the electric lights when the guests arrived, wrapping everyone in candlelight’s honeyed glow.

Heel, toe, patience, patience. Clydie kept up a whispered chant as she minced through the main rooms, looking for James. Nerves twisted under her breastbone like otters at play, sliding and tangling and popping up where she least expected them.

“My dear, come help,” Mother said from the grand stairway, holding out a taper. Mother looked wonderful, her hair piled high, her cream silk and lace gown a nearly perfect copy of one made by the House of Worth.

Clydie tucked her hands behind her back. “I’m looking for James.”

“Why?”

“The candelabra in the dining room is tilted, and I can’t reach it.” Clydie kept her expression sincere, though she hadn’t seen the dining room since breakfast. Likely the candelabra had been hung with greens, and perhaps some had come loose and knocked it askew.

“Maybe I can help.”

Clydie whirled around, catching her balance on one of the small side tables strewn around the perimeter of the room. Lucas Bail stepped out of the shadows.

“Oh.” She gulped down her surprise, willing her heart beat to slow down. Her father’s handsome assistant made her nervous for more reasons than his uncanny ability to appear out of nowhere. “Of course.”

Lucas wore his hair somewhat longer than the latest fashion, and whenever she saw him she wanted to brush the loosely curled lengths away from his face. His neat beard suggested an earlier time, adding a subtle hint of mystery. Keeping her chant in mind, she forced a calm over her booming heart and led the way into the dining room. Her shortened stride made her hips swing, and under different circumstances she might have enjoyed giving him the opportunity to notice.

The dining room smelled heavily of the pine branches draped over the candelabra. Of course it wasn’t tilted. Clydie kept up the bluff, straightening to her full height and imitating her mother’s imperious tone. “I’m sorry for interrupting your work, Mr. Bail. James must have already attended to it.”

He raised a single eyebrow, the only indication he might not quite believe her story. “Of course.”

Even when she stood tall in her kitten heeled slippers, he towered over her. His eyes unnerved her, tonight more-so than normal. During the day, he wore smoke-colored spectacles, however in candlelight, his eyes were a deep amber brown, and he examined her as if he could peel away her burgundy velvet dress.

“I do apologize. I’ll just go help Mother.” With all the grace she could muster she brushed past him, heading towards the door.

You want more don’t you, greedy boys and girls? Good, because you can pick up some of Liv’s titles now, just to whet your appetite.  Check out her page at Amazon then pick up some awesome appetizers.

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Come meet Liv:

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Liv Rancourt writes paranormal and romance, often at the same time. She lives with her husband, two teenagers, two cats and one wayward puppy. She likes to create stories that have happy endings, and finds it is a good way to balance her other job in the neonatal intensive care unit. Liv can be found on-line at her website (http://www.livrancourt.com), her blog (www.livrancourt.com/blog), on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/liv.rancourt), or on Twitter (http://www.twitter.com/LivRancourt). 

Time to meet Julia Joseph, awesome contributor to THINGS THAT GO BUMP FOR THE HOLIDAYS! @juliajoseph7 #BOB #holiday #anthology

So we’re still counting down until release day (12/14/13) for THINGS THAT GO BUMP FOR THE HOLIDAYS.

In our lovely collection of paranormal, holiday shorts (stories, not actual clothing), we have the fantastic JULIA JOSEPH, story teller for Young Adult Paranormal fiction.

I’m anxious to introduce her, so I’m turning the blog on over (besides, I think those holiday cookies just started a small flash burn in my kitchen!)

Ladies and gents…I give you Julia!

Hello all!

First, I have to say how thankful I am to Ms. Jami Gray for hosting me on her blog today.  My name is Julia Joseph, and I write Paranormal Young Adult fiction.  I’ll be sharing a place with Jami in Black Opal’s anthology, Things That Go Bump for the Holidays.

My short story piece, entitled Palomino Man, is a prequel to my debut novel The Broken which will be released 1/18/14.  Let me give you a quick introduction to both:

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Demons don’t scare Miriam Kazin.  Aggravatingly cute men do.

Young but tough, Miriam is not afraid to be alone.  In fact, she prefers it.  Between her unorthodox job and raising her two younger sisters, her life is already all she can handle—until she stumbles across the path of a fellow demon fighter, Shadrach, while patrolling a remote area of New Mexico.

Suddenly, Shad is popping up everywhere—usually in Miriam’s way—and it’s all she can do to keep him from disrupting what little peace she’s got in life. When she finds avoiding him impossible, Miriam discovers the one thing that truly scares her—love.

Want a taste of Palomino Man? Here’s your chance:

I watched with fear as Misty picked her way carefully across the frosted meadow, crunching the dead blades of grass beneath her hooves, before I knelt stiffly beside the trickle of water that had once been a raging river.  My teeth chattered as I peeled off my stained coat and reached for the eco-soap in my pack.
Assignments in the backwoods of New Mexico suck. 
The thought came unbidden and sounded so unlike me that I shook my head and resisted the urge to laugh, but I couldn’t hold back the groan of pure pain that escaped my lips at the shocking cold of the stream.   The water reflected the harshness of the winter sun into my eyes with the fire of a million tiny stars.  I had to squint while trying to wash the blood from my hands and off the Gore-Tex of my camouflage jacket.  The meager suds I could manage in the freezing conditions failed miserably.
I gave up and called for Misty.  She’d wandered only a hundred or so yards away in her never ending search for a blade of green grass.  Her soft neigh floated to me from a nearby clump of trees, quickly followed by her form materializing hazily through the snowflakes swirling up from the disturbed earth.  Misty trotted over, looking wholly unsatisfied.  I leaned with pleasure into her hot, sweaty flank and stroked the long muscles of her neck.
I nearly missed her ears prick to attention when I bent down to refresh my washcloth for her turn at a bath.  Jerking back, my eyes scanned the horizon.  I couldn’t see anything, but someone had to be nearby.  Dropping down into a crouch, I tapped Misty’s knee, commanding her to sit and do a horse version of my position.  I whispered a quick blessing—one my father had taught me just a few short years before—and felt our presence fade a tiny bit.   We’d melt completely into the background if anyone tried looking directly at us.  Bless you, Daddy!  The words floated through my mind, bringing only a mild tinge of pain with them.  I shook my head.  I had to focus in order to slip into my Sight. Being able to feel what was coming might be the only way I’d survive the next few moments.
A man astride a giant palomino peeped out from between the broken branches of the trees where Misty had just been.  He held a saber in his right hand, and I tried not to notice the dead look in his eyes.  Alone and on my first remote mission, I couldn’t afford to let my nerves overrun logic.  Concentrate and breathe, Miriam Josephine.  The man could be a rancher out looking for a lost calf.  With a saber?  Yeah.  Right.
Taking only shallow breaths, I tried not to move.  My mother had taught me at a tender age that a woman alone in the wilderness was too great a target.  I could fight better than anyone I’d ever come across, but I’d learned well that fights avoided were much easier to win.
“Don’t bother holding your breath,” Palomino Man called out.  “I can see you.”

 If that’s not enough, Julia’s THE BROKEN is coming in January!

Broken

The Broken (1/18/14):

The time before the start of the invasion dwindled, as did the fear of my own death.  To calm my nerves, I checked my bow and supply of arrows.  I felt for Ouriel’s knife strapped at my back.  The weight of it steadied me.  I knew now, without any doubt, I could use both weapons to kill in order save the people I loved.

Born into a family of Guardians—extraordinarily gifted humans who fight demons to protect mortal souls—seventeen year old Rose Kazin shows no signs of being blessed with the supernatural talents her family has used for generations to fight.  When she and her father figure, an age old celestial Warrior, are horribly wounded in a demonic ambush, Rose awakens to find a younger Warrior, Ouriel, has volunteered to stand in as her protector.  She rails against his presence, but Ouriel seems interested in only one thing—teaching Rose how to protect herself from the demons she was never supposed to fight.

(Both works will be available at blackopalbooks.com, as well as Barnes & Noble and Amazon.)

Personal Life:

As I stated earlier, these are my debut publications, and I’m currently working on the second novel in my trilogy, The Beaten.  Before I embarked upon this total madness called writing, I was a teacher for many years.  Rather than subject you to endless ramblings, I’ll just supply you with my official bio:

Julia Joseph taught Theatre for nine years in Texas middle and high schools, where she wrote and produced three original plays for her students.  In 2011, Julia left teaching to devote all of her energy to her own children and to writing a novel.  She earned her B. A. in English Literature and Language with a focus in Drama from St. Mary’s University in San Antonio, Texas.

Julia spends most of her free time reading, writing, and chauffeuring her kids between activities.  She lives happily with her husband and two children wherever the Army happens to station them.

I totally don’t know who that above lady is, but her life sounds strangely similar to mine…J  And this, apparently, is what she looks like:

Julia

I’d be glad to answer any questions you have for me on my Facebook page:

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Julia-Joseph/235817936473172?ref=hl

And I’m just starting to learn how to use twitter:

@juliajoseph7

 You can also visit my still under construction, basic website (where I will soon be expanding and starting a blog) at:

www.juliajoseph.net

Thanks everyone for your time and interest!  Hope you run out and pick up both books on their release dates!

Lots of love,

Julia

(Much whooping and hollerin’ commence!) Thank you, Julia for swinging on over. Stay tuned, peeps because Liv Rancourt will be dropping by later this week!

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