Winter Holiday Extravaganza Vices and Virtues: An anthology of the Seven Deadly Sins and Seven Dark Virtues

and Virtues
An Anthology of the Seven Deadly Sins
Seven Dark Virtues
Genres: Horror, Supernatural,
Sci-Fi, Suspense/Thriller
Taglines: Because sometimes, the
virtuous are as frightening as the sinful…
the Anthology
Sins will weave you into their
webs. They become the Vice you’re unable to shake. There are the values, taught
from birth, which ride a razor’s edge. They turn into Dark Virtues, a twisted
mockery of their true meaning.
Pride, envy, lust, gluttony,
anger, greed and sloth all have their place in the tapestry of life. They are
the Vices who lost sight of the Virtues: charity, temperance, forgiveness,
humility, kindness, chastity and diligence.
Enter the worlds where the tales
of the most sinful of Vices and the darkest of Virtues will entice and intrigue
…for even among the most devout
there is a dark side.
OF THE FLESH (Gluttony)
It was a balmy Spring evening
when I first discovered a taste for human flesh. It was a happy accident
really. After having my heart broken one too many times, I’d abstained from any
type of physical relationship with a man for years, so when one fell in my lap,
it came as quite the surprise.
caution to the wind, I slipped my feet into a pair of runners and walked down
the road, telling myself it was to clear my mind. But really, I was on the prowl
for fresh meat. Someone vulnerable—easy prey. I had to be smart about it; it
was broad daylight after all.
person who walked past became a possible target. In my mind’s eye, I pictured a
computer log for each one, listing their attributes. Having limited knowledge
on the ins and outs of cannibalism, I had no idea what the perfect body type
was for consumption. Would it matter if they were male or female? Was it better
if they were lean and muscular, or was a layer of padding more flavourful? How
was I to choose?
out, I didn’t need to think about it at all. On my walk back home, I was
knocked off my feet by a man out for a jog. He’d been too busy flicking through
the playlist on his phone to see me, and by the time we’d both looked up, it was
too late. We collided, my forehead into his chin and mouth. My hands
automatically went up, pressing against his chest and sending us both bouncing
off each other, landing on our behinds. Apologising profusely, he offered me
his hand and pulled me to my feet. The impact had left a red egg on my head and
skinned my palms raw. He, however, came across a little worse for wear,
sporting a newly chipped tooth, and fat, bleeding lip. As soon as I got a whiff
of the blood on his breath, I knew, he was the one.
pointed to my house across the street, inviting him in to clean up while he
called the emergency dentist. It was the least I could do.
him into the bathroom, I had him perch on the edge of the bath while I rummaged
through the cabinet for the first aid kit. I needed to knock him out somehow.
There was no way I could do this without it… unless…
Stacey Broadbent:
Stacey lives in Ashburton, New
Zealand, with her husband and three children. An avid reader and self-confessed
book-a-holic, she has always had a love of the written word, so it was only a
matter of time before she took pen to paper and began on her writing journey.
Stacey is a multi-genre author, with books from light-hearted comedies to
zombie thrillers. She is also part of the writing duo ‘The Ink Slinging
Sisters’ with friend S.K. Lessner. You can often find her lurking on social
media so don’t be afraid to reach out and have a chat.
Living in a squalid encampment in
the shadows of a towering city, a young woman able to endow objects with
magical powers struggles with her brother’s growing determination to use her
gift for his own selfish means.
you remember Jamey? Has a tattoo of a whale on his right arm, wears a red and
white striped tank top—Sound familiar?”
Mora nodded. “He juggled knives and guns.”
right. Jamey is my boyfriend and we’re very happy, only… He has this crazy idea
that he should give up the troop, join the army instead. He thinks it would
provide a better life for us, but he’s wrong. This is the only life I want and
I don’t want it to change. I need you to change his mind.”
“What?” She took a step away from Dare. “I… I can’t do that!”
don’t realize it, but you can. I saw it in you. The ability to endow magic. You
just needed a jumpstart, and yesterday…” she pointed to the feather, “I gave it
to you.”
Mora stared at the feather, still crumpled in her hand.
the feather that Jamey’s place is with me. In the troop. Tell the feather it
needs to change Jamey’s mind. Go on.”
lifted the feather halfway to her face, then paused. This would never work.
Clearly circus life had taken its toll on Dare’s mental health. Or perhaps
unstable people were attracted to the quirky life the troop seemed to lead. It
was silly to give in to Dare’s demands. Then again, if she didn’t do it,
perhaps Dare would become so angry, she’d bust out of her purple corset and
become a rage-fueled She-Hulk. Perhaps the simplest way out of this situation
was to tell the feather to become a mind-changer and then get the hell out of
whatever.” She brought the feather to her lips and blew words into it. “Change
Jamey’s mind. Make him stay. Oh!” She jumped as a tingling sensation moved
through her body, from the soles of her feet up her legs and spine, then out to
the tips of her fingers and into the feather. “What… what just happened.”
face went back to its friendly older sister mode. “Exactly what I thought
would. Thank you, Mora.” She took the feather back from Mora and pinned it into
her dark, shimmering hair. “Wiser people than me would tell you to be careful
with this gift of yours. Magic can be used for good or for evil. It doesn’t
care which, most of the time.”
Mora toyed with a stray thread from the hem of her t-shirt. “But you’re… not
telling me to be careful?”
grasped Mora’s chin and tilted it so their eyes met. “We don’t find out what
we’re capable of through advice.” She gave Mora’s face a tiny squeeze and then
let her go. “Trial and error, darlin’.”
Amber K Bryant:
Amber K. Bryant is an
award-winning author and a librarian living deep within Sasquatch territory in
Washington State. She has co-authored a short story with R. L. Stine, won a
Watty for her novella UNSEEN, and won three contests judged by Margaret Atwood.
When not glued to her keyboard, Amber can be found spending time with her
husband and son, hiking, gardening, and searching in vain for the illusive
When I was thirteen I took my
oath, I never broke it. But apparently, I broke many others.
Cyril Blunt:
My name is Cyril and I’m 32. I’ve
loved writing since I was very young and so I try to create believe lies, one
day I hope to be good enough to make a living from writing.
NO HARM (Charity)
What if someone offered you
exactly what you needed?
Ethics and vampirism hardly go together,
and Aestan has concluded he is trapped between two bad situations. A chance
meeting with his neighbor Summer changes everything as she offers the solution
to his problems. He can have her blood. She’s more than happy to give it if it
keeps him from robbing blood banks or killing people. Though at first he is
relieved, he soon realizes that even what is freely given may yet have
consequences he does not desire.
“Summer…I can’t take your
“Yes, you can. And if I were a
stranger, you would. But we’re friends.”
“Friends?” Aestan couldn’t
suppress the sharp laugh. She had an oddly vague definition of friendship.
Surely this was a joke. Summer finished the prep and took a deep breath.
“Yes, of course we are. Now…don’t
attack me or anything, okay?” She stuck the needle into her arm and balled
her hand up before flexing her fingers and clenching again. “I can’t let
you have the blood we collected for the drive, but I can let you have some of
mine. And then you know…we can start looking for some substitutes.”
Words failed Aestan as he watched. A
tantalizing scent rose from the glass, thick, slightly metallic. How could she
be serious? Was he dreaming?
DAYS (Humility)
Neil Clarins is a very important
man with very important research.  He
could save the world.  And he won’t let
anyone stand in his way.
Neil straightens his back and keeps his
hand away from his pocket. He’s right. His work is good and more than that,
it’s needed. The entire world is about to go up in flames. The environment is a
mess. People are fucking dying and what he has in his lab will save them. No
way he’s going to let some petty bureaucrat like Mike Bell get in his way.
And if using his own brain as a testing
ground is the way it has to be done, so be it.
Knowing he’ll be out for at least a day, Neil
puts messages on all his corporate tethers: email, messenger. I’m sick, it
says. Sorry, back soon.
He goes to his room and shaves off a small
patch of hair. Underneath, the skin that’s never seen the sun is a sickly
white-green. He swabs his temple with a topical anesthetic and sits on the bed
for a long time, staring at the syringe with its small bolt gun mechanism, so
like the one used to kill cattle. He has no idea if he’ll be able to walk after
the injection and he doesn’t want to pass out in the bathroom. Too much risk of
Neil takes a deep breath, then another. He
thinks of the other scientific greats. Salk and the polio vaccine. Newton
digging around his own eyeball with a bodkin.
Then, before he can think any more, he
thrusts the needle against the side of his head and pulls the trigger.
Alana Delacroix:
Alana Delacroix lives surrounded
by  books in Toronto, Canada. She loves
exploring the city, on the hunt for both the perfect coffee shop as well as
ideal locations to set stories. Her debut novel, Masked Possession, a
paranormal romance, is available now from Kensington Publishing.
MADE ME (Envy)
I envied the time I watched you
eat, hoping to taste even a crumb of that sandwich. I envied the time you got
to stay warm while, I nearly froze on the street. I envied the power you had to
destroy my life.
Now it will be you who envies me.
Your gluttony has come to an end. One way or another, you will feel the agony
of want.
Chris Farmer:
Chris Farmer is working on a
debut novel, One and Done, releasing in December 2017.
Born into prestige and wealth,
twenty-year-old, indolent Chandler Wentsworth’s biggest worries are working to
smooth over his constantly disappointed family and friends. He doesn’t realize
how easy his life is until he and his friend go to a carnival, where Roma, an
eccentric psychic, delivers improbable predictions and a frightening warning
that the eyes are the window to one’s soul. Soon, he not only discovers the
true evil behind black oily eyes, but Roma’s atrocious predictions has begun a
series of catastrophic events, including soul-shattering death throes.
I can have peace of mind only
when forgiveness has been earned and granted.
Trinity Hanrahan:
Trinity lives with her husband
and five children in Virginia. She grew up overseas in Turkey and Japan, where
her love of reading developed due to a lack of English-speaking television. As
her need for written works grew, so did her desire to create worlds for others
to enjoy. By the time she was in middle school she had started writing short
stories. She endeavors to break the mold where modern stereo-types are
concerned and create engaging characters.
When she’s not writing or
working, Trinity still enjoys settling down to read a book or doing graphic art
in her spare time.
EMPTOR (Diligence)
Captain Niels Fizarian prides
himself on quality product: weapons, rare goods, even concubines. It’s one
thing to be an unscrupulous scoundrel, another to be a poor businessman. But
with early retirement looming, what could cutting a few corners hurt? When it
comes to interstellar trade, Captain Niels may just learn the hard way to pay
his due diligence. 
Ivy feels like everything is
finally falling in place from her now that she has a new home. To make things
even better, her landlord is sexy, caring Drake Hunter. The problem is Drake
isn’t what he seems. Will Ivy get her happy ever after or is she doomed to end
up in tears.
Rebecca Nolan:
Rebecca Nolan is an aspiring
writer with several anthologies under her belt. She loves being able to bring
characters to life through words. In her spear time she is often found reading
or spending time with her family.
Anna works with an appointed
psychologist for answers when her mother goes missing.
Tammy Oja:
Tammy Oja is an active reader and
lover of all things word related. She currently writes on Wattpad under the pen
name tamoja. Previous works include being published by Gallery books in the
anthology Once Upon Now (2016).  Her
short story Darla was a top 10 finalist for TNT and was optioned for film.
Her favorite things to write are
short psychological horror stories that leave you thinking long after the pages
are closed.
She currently lives in Michigan
and you can usually find her staring at a screen at her kitchen table.
MATCH (Kindness)
In my world, too many people are
lonely. So out of the kindness of my heart I help them. Those who want someone
by their side forever get it. Only they never read the fine print and forever
means just that.
In a sinuous motion, Cheshire slides off the
machine and backs away, book held out in front of her in a warding-off gesture.
Anger fuels her when she speaks. “Am I being set up? Did you follow me here?
What’s going on?”
I know better than to move, so I stay put, my
body jerking with the motion of the tub beneath me. “No, of course—” The rest
of the sentence dies at her raised brow and sceptical glare. “Yes. I followed
you here.” I act all resigned to this fact but surge on when she tries to
interrupt. “But only because Grandmother asked me to make contact with you, and
when I got to your apartment, you were already on your way here. I was so
intrigued by how you rebuffed her on the phone last night, I had to meet you
I may have just painted myself into a corner here
as I watch the thoughts swirling in her head. I’ve given her too many
inconsistencies to process and I know she’ll have a question for each one. But
I already have the answer, and realistically, so does she.
“How did she know where I live? How the hell did
she know what I look like? And how the fuck did you think this would look,
stalking me into the damn laundromat?!” Her voice gets louder and squeakier
with each word until others here start backing away. Soon the place is empty
and Cheshire is alone here with me. The predator within can’t believe its luck,
while the other side of me is fascinated that she didn’t run with everyone
“You spoke to her last night. What did she know
about you then, huh?”
The glare eases a little, but she still keeps her
distance. “Too much is what she knows. I’d love to know what little tricks she
has up her frock sleeves to know so much without a word.”
“It’s just her ability. Some would call her
clairvoyant or psychic.”
“Or just plain freaky,” she mutters under her
“Or that.” I release a chuckle to lessen the
tension hovering between us. Even though it’s refreshing to have a normal
conversation with someone, the urgency to get her back to the office of
‘Madame’ still hangs over me. She’s the next match to be made and that contract
needs to be signed.
Aria Peyton:
I’ve been a covert operative in a
foreign country, jumped out of helicopters for fun, and bungee jumped over the
side of a Styrofoam factory into a vat of beans made for beanbags.
I can also leap Lego towers in a
single bound, pack school lunches like a boss, and burn myself on any hot
My multi-skilling is out of this
world and I successfully masquerade as an average parent 24/7.
Dr. Evers says the only way for
Evelyn to be free is to remember her past, but is that really such a good idea?
“Why am I restrained? There is no escape
from this room.”
Dr. Evers releases a little sigh. “For my
“Me? What could I do to you?” She waits to
respond. I’m unsure if it’s because I have to remember like she said before, or
she’s just a withholding bitch. “You will remember. So . . . please, continue.”
I sigh and growl a little. “My family . . .
they loved me.”
Dr. Evers writes down my words.
“But they were afraid of me.”
“How do you know?”
“Because . . .” I pause to remember, to
allow memories to solidify, sharpen. “Because I used to harm things.”
Q.T. Ruby:
Q.T. Ruby, author of A Matter of
Trust and its sequel A Moment of Truth, regularly escapes real-life to fall
into make-believe worlds of her own design. Living in her native Connecticut
with her two sweet kids, a wonderful husband, and a cat that doesn’t like to
get picked up, she teaches tweens full time, hunkers down for cold winters, and
tries to write like the wind in the summer.
Temperance Blanco served to bring
order to her family and small town. She thought if she practiced her craft and
lead the immoral on a path to restraint, life would be perfect. What she didn’t
count on was her intense draw to her employer, the handsome new night club
owner Raiden Spellman. She thought she had tricks up her sleeve until she found
herself captivated by Raiden and unaware of her place in the Cards of life.
Her reaction to him was…extreme, unexpected
and intense…and she wondered in what other subtle ways Tempest would affect
her. It almost felt like a spell, and somewhat forbidden, but it also
felt…good, too. Whether it was the natural lure of a new establishment, or Mr.
Spellman was doing something himself to cause such havoc lately, she had to
find out either way.
Maggie Jane Schuler:
Maggie Jane Schuler is a wife,
mother of three almost-grown children, and teacher by day. While she has always
loved to read, the thought of writing her own prose did not strike until she
was in the middle of writing her Master’s Thesis. From that point on she was
She Resides in Southern
California. Besides the family and books, she loves baseball. Since the
Dodgers, Angels, and Padres are all within a short distance, and the Giants and
Athletics a nice weekend jaunt away, she’s got plenty of games to take in
during the season. Additionally, she enjoys cooking, movies, the beach, and the
local mountains. She’s most content being with her family engaged in whatever
activity they have planned.


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A Vampire’s Unlikely Alliance by Tena Stetler



A Vampire’s Unlikely Alliance
Demon’s Witch Series
Book Three
Tena Stetler
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Date of Publication: November 29, 2017
ISBN: 978-1-5092-1772-4 Paperback
ISBN: 978-1-5092-1773-1 Digital
Number of pages: 392
Word Count: 98106
Cover Artist: Kristian Norris
Tagline: Where vampires and gryphons exist, love may conquer all, but fate is inescapable.
Book Description:
Stefan is a Native American vampire, former assassin for the Vampire Council. In a twist of fate, he now DJ’s the midnight shift for a small radio station in Whitefish, Montana, on the edge of Glacier National Park where his secret is safe until…
Born in Ireland, Brandy now works as a park ranger and trail guide in the park. During a full moon, Stefan and Brandy’s paths cross in a near physical collision on a trail. Their attraction is immediate and undeniable, almost as if fate demanded it.
Their union was foretold long ago in Irish folk tales where vampires and gryphons, warlocks and demons, witches and faeries must work together for the good of man and magic kind. Is a trip to Ireland the key to unraveling secrets and returning the magic? And even more importantly, will their love survive the trip?
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The sun slid
behind the mountains, setting the azure sky ablaze in hues of red, orange,
yellow, and pink. Then red shifted to purple and dusk faded to darkness as he
jogged toward the trails. She stood leaning against the rock where he had
started his run last night. He’d tried to convince himself to stay away, but in
the end, the urge was too strong.
In a whisper of
movement, he was at her side with his hand on the rock just above her shoulder.
“Waiting for someone? Brandy, is it?” The scent of warm, perfumed female skin
wafted over him as he leaned into her.
“It took you
long enough, Mr. Talltree.” Her full lips formed a slight pout as she lifted
her chin and tilted her face up to meet his. “Nice to see you again.”
There was no
hesitation or apprehension in her lovely features as he moved closer, placing
his other hand next to her left shoulder, effectively pinning her against the
rock. He wanted to wrap his arms around her lithe, warm body and brush his lips
over her sexy pout. But he thought better of it, not wanting to scare her
off…not yet.


“Yes, it is.” He
let his gaze wander leisurely up and down her luscious body. “Didn’t your
mother warn you about the dangers of stalking a stranger at night in the park
About the Author:
Tena Stetler is a paranormal romance and cozy mystery author with an over-active imagination.  She wrote her first vampire romance as a tween, to the chagrin of her mother and the delight of her friends.
With the Rocky Mountains outside her window, Tena sits at her computer surrounded by a wide array of paranormal creatures telling her their tales. Colorado is her home; shared with her husband of many moons, a brilliant Chow Chow, a spoiled parrot and a forty-year-old box turtle. 
Any evening, you can find her curled up in front of a crackling fire with a good book, a mug of hot chocolate and a big bowl of popcorn. Her books tell tales of magical kick-ass women and mystical alpha males that dare to love them.
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Haunted by Shari Nichols


Shari Nichols
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Liquid Silver Press
Date of Publication: 11/27-2017
ISBN: 978-1-62210-452-9
Number of pages: 234
Word Count:  80.000
Cover Artist: Valerie Tibbs
Tagline: No matter how he tried, he couldn’t give her up.
Book Description:
When medium Karly Matthews agrees to move into a haunted inn, she’s not sure what’s more dangerous, the ghost or the sexy innkeeper she tries to resist. She’s can’t deny the intense rush of desire she feels every time he’s near. When she agrees to embark on a no-strings-attached relationship, she finds herself thrust into a world of mind blowing pleasures. Now she must face the aching truths of her past.
Hotel heir Thayne Harper has a laser-like focus on success that doesn’t include the help of his family. He’s always been the black sheep, living in the shadow of his dead brother. His dreams are put to the test when a supernatural entity threatens to ruin everything. The one bright spot is the woman who intrigues his mind and heats his blood.
If only he can convince her that, despite his bad boy ways, he can change for the good. Her love becomes his only salvation. Passion burns white-hot as a dark threat looms. The ghost doesn’t want them to be together and sets her sights on Thayne, luring him to a place that goes beyond death. Will Karly be able to save him before it’s too late?
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Karly made sure
to keep her head down, wanting to avoid another run-in. Her gaze skittered over
fallen leaves and flagstone tiles. Through the corner of her eye, she spotted a
man in a suit and a few servers. Her fingers tightened around her key chain with
every step, wanting to be far from the chaos of the evening.
She was almost
to the main street, when she bumped into a solid wall of muscle that threatened
to knock her on her ass. Her keys flew from her hands as she began to fall
backward. Before she hit the ground, two strong hands reached out and caught
her around the waist. She glanced up and into the gorgeous face of the god
she’d seen earlier.
Up close, he was
even more stunning and taller than she’d calculated. He exuded strength and
masculinity, and when he focused that intense magnetism on her, all the air
left her lungs, along with her ability to speak.
Genuine concern
flashed in his whiskey colored eyes. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?” His voice was
like warm chocolate, melting her insides. When he dropped his hands, Karly
could still feel the imprints on her skin.
“Y-yes, I’m
fine. I’m the one who should be apologizing. I wasn’t paying attention to where
I was going.” Her heart pounded wildly in her chest. The man smelled incredible,
like sandalwood and clean laundry.
“No need for
apologies. Maybe you should sit down for a minute and have a drink with me.”
There was elegance in the way he spoke that made her think of old money and
private school.
For a moment Karly
thought about taking him up on his offer, but she wasn’t in the frame of mind
to pull off light conversation or flirty banter at this point. “Thanks, but I
have to pass. This night, well, it didn’t turn out the way I’d hoped so I think
it’s my cue to go.” She did her best to school her features, but inside she was
feeling raw and vulnerable. The only thing she wanted to do was go home, soak
in a hot bath, and lick her wounds.
His searing gaze
swept over her and made butterflies flutter in her stomach “Perhaps I can make
it better. Stay and have a drink with me.”
Karly glanced at
his jacket for his nametag, but like her, he wasn’t wearing one. “I’m guessing
you’re in either sales or politics, and if this is all for a campaign donation,
I’m sorry, I already gave at the office.” Immediately she got a vibe telling
her he was his own boss, which wasn’t hard to figure out. The man exuded
confidence and power.
The throaty
sound of his laughter raised goose bumps on her flesh. “So you’re funny and
beautiful that’s quite a rare combo, Miss….?”
His words slid
over her like a warm caress. A flush spread across her cheeks. She shook her
head, a little dazed by the compliment. It would be hard not to succumb to his charms. If she was honest, his scent alone
was driving her crazy. No, the man spelled danger. “I’m sorry. I should go.
Good night and uh, nice running into you.” She sucked in a breath, turned and
took a step toward the street.   
“I don’t think
you’ll get far without these,” he said in a bone-melting voice that forced her
to turn around. He held up her keys in his hand.   
“Right. Thanks.”
She’d become so dazzled by his looks, she’d completely forgotten about them
flying out of her hands
“My pleasure.”
The way he said the word pleasure conjured images of their bodies tangled together,
rolling around in satin sheets. The air sizzled with sexual tension. Slowly, he
closed the distance between them and placed the keys in her hands. She
purposely avoided touching him, but his fingers grazed hers, sending a spark of
awareness up and down her arm.
“Don’t go,” he
“Why?” Karly was
curious to hear what he’d say next.
“I can’t let you
disappear into the night without telling me your name.” The words were spoken
in a commanding tone that normally would’ve irritated her, but for some reason
when he said them they hit every one of her buttons. “You can give me that much
can’t you? It’s not every day I meet someone that captivates me and you have,
quite thoroughly I might add.”
The scorching
heat in his gaze made her shiver. She swallowed and tried to regain her
equilibrium. It’d been a long time since a man had looked at her with such
blatant desire. “I’m impressed— that’s quite a pick-up line. I’m curious, does
it usually work?”
His smile was
pure sin. “I’m not using a line on you. I just want the chance to talk to you.
Give me five minutes, that’s all I ask.”
What happens
after that?” His charisma began to melt her resolve. Karly stole a glance at
his clothing. His sweater looked like cashmere and his suit jacket was
perfectly tailored and cut to fit his body, only adding to his commanding
“You decide. If
you want to continue the conversation, I get your number, if not, then we part
ways. No harm done.”
How could she
say no when his approach was so refreshing “Nothing like cutting to the chase.”
A guy that looked like him probably had women falling all over themselves to
get his attention. It didn’t take a psychic to glean the man was a player. He
was too smooth to be anything else. “Five minutes is all you get.”
“Five minutes is
all I need.” He was persuasive, not to mention cocky as hell and yet for some
reason she couldn’t seem to say no where he was concerned. Besides, his vibe
was positive and cool with no warning signs.


“You’re pretty
sure of yourself. Do you always get what you want?”
About the Author:
Shari Nichols grew up in a small town in Connecticut where haunted houses, ghosts and Ouija boards were common place, spurring her fascination with all things paranormal. Ever since she read her first Barbara Cartland novel, her life-long dream has been to write sexy, romantic stories. Shari has been married to her own alpha hero for twenty-five years. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, going to the gym, or hanging out with family and friends.
She lives in New Jersey with her husband, two teenagers, and her adoring golden retriever. She’s thrilled to spend her days in sweats, eating chocolate while pounding on her keyboard to create her next novel. Shari’s a member of Romance Writers of America, New Jersey Romance Writers, Liberty States Fiction Writers and Fantasy, Futuristic, and Paranormal Romance Writers.

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