A Magic Redemption by Tena Stetler

Mystery of the Missing Christmas Lighting Display

As Christmas approaches one family tradition is to drive the neighborhoods enjoying the Christmas lighting displays everyone puts up.  The last few years there have been less and less.  I understand, as our own lighting display has been downsized.

Last year many around our area protested a utilities rate hike in November set to reap the benefits of those who put up Christmas lighting displays.  Yes, sadly we were one of those, since the year before our December utility bill had been a lot higher than in previous years.  We couldn’t afford another huge increase, and the deliberate timing of the hike was deliberately grinchy, so we put up only the minimal lighting display. It was a sad year for enjoying Christmas lights displays.

This year, the rate hike will be put off until January as in previous years, except last year. Wise decision utilities department. The lightening displays have returned, and ours included.

The real point of this post is for many years, we watched a certain home in our area add to his homemade Christmas display and looked forward to seeing what had been added each year. It was not religious in nature, but fun. 

There were Peanuts characters, then Tweety Bird and its companions, Little Mermaid, the Grinch, Disney Characters, Winnie the Pooh and pals, just to name a few, all homemade. Spotlights illumined the display.  Suddenly about four years ago, not only were there no new characters, but the display disappeared entirely. Each Christmas we checked, still the house was dark, no sign of the previously wonderful Christmas light and character display. 

Had they moved, after all this is a military town, people come and go a lot? Was there a family illness or emergency that caused the display to go missing?  While we reveled in the other fantastic lighting displays, we were saddened as we drove past the dark house checking each year.

No we never knew the people who lived in that house. But we felt a connection to them watching the display grow year after year.

On December 10, 2017, we clambered into our truck, hot chocolate in hand, to go check out the neighborhood Christmas lights. With trepidation we turned the corner where the darkened house had been for several years. Lo and behold, in all its previous glory the Christmas lights and beloved characters were on the front lawn, house and roof.

We were ecstatic to see the house lit up once again, the Peanuts merry-go-round spinning slowly, all the other cartoon characters smiling broadly. No new characters, but that was all right because the decorations were back. 

We took pictures, and decided to share the beloved display with you. Funny how one thing can brighten your spirits as that house did ours that night. 

This year I believe we will go back to that house and knock on their door and tell them how much we have enjoyed their display throughout the years. Also how much we missed it when it was gone.  Christmas lighting is a time consuming, expensive endeavor and a labor of love. To those of you who set up Christmas displays year after year, THANK YOU!

Please share your Christmas Traditions with us in the comments.

A Magic Redemption
A Demon’s Witch Series
Book Five
Tena Stetler

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Date of Publication: 12-5-18
ISBN: 978-1-5092-2343-5
Number of pages: 322
Word Count: 80,585
Cover Artist: Kristian Norris
Tagline: Even with magic, finding your place in the world proves more difficult than imagined especially when someone is out for revenge.
Book Description:
Synn, a demon, carries extraordinary magic and power, but there is more within her than she dreams. Kidnapped as a child, her captors murdered her family and forced her into training as a warrior assassin.
When an assignment goes horribly wrong, she finds herself at the mercy of the friends and family of her intended target. Offering valuable information in exchange for protection, she gains her freedom, but it is not without its challenges.
Gavin Shaughnessy is the publican at his family’s Irish pub. He is certain Synn is meant to be his and isn’t bothered by her past. He must find a way to convince her their future together is stronger than the dark memories that haunt her dreams.
When her past comes calling for revenge, will their love survive the raging inferno she brings down upon them? Or will the searing path of destruction destroy all they hold dear.
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Time seemed to
go on forever as she slowed and walked backward for a while, her foot steps in
the sand filling with water as she traveled along the shoreline, as if nature
erased her intrusion. She turned around and continued her trek. Unaware of how
long or how far she’d walked, the sudden outline of a figure, cloaked in the
fog, jogging toward her caused panic to set in. Her heart pounded rapidly in
her chest, she swallowed hard, adrenalin pumping through her veins as flight or
fight response kicked in. Digging her good foot into the sand she prepared to
attempt a sprint…to where. Where the hell am I? A quick glance around, she
spied a light from a familiar building far off on the bluffs as the figure
burst from the fog. A tall, wide-shouldered male with long muscular legs came
closer. She froze.

Once lithe,
strong and agile in her former life, a boss’s retaliation had taken a toll on
her body. Now tired her gait was uneven and unsteady, even a slow sprint would
likely end with her face planted in the sand.

About the Author:

Tena Stetler is a best-selling author of award winning paranormal romance. She has an over-active imagination, which led to writing her first vampire romance as a tween to the chagrin of her mother and delight of her friends. After many years as a paralegal, then an IT Manager, she decided to live out her dream of pursuing a publishing career.
With the Rocky Mountains outside her window, she sits at her computer surrounded by a wide array of witches, shapeshifters, demons, faeries, and gryphons, with a Navy SEAL or two mixed in telling their tales. Her books tell stories of magical kick-ass women and mystical alpha males that dare to love them. Well, okay there are a few companion animals to round out the tales.
Colorado is home; shared with her husband of many moons, a brilliant Chow Chow, a spoiled parrot and a forty-five-year-old box turtle. When she’s not writing, her time is spent kayaking, camping, hiking, biking  or just relaxing in the great Colorado outdoors. During the winter 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.
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Sin City Salvation by Karen Greco

Sin City Salvation

Holidays Are Hell

A Hell’s Belle Prequel Novella

Karen Greco

Genre: Urban Fantasy     

Publisher: 56West, LLC
Date of Publication: 11/27/18
Number of pages: 136
Word Count: 38,000
Cover design by Robin Ludwig Design Inc.
Tagline: What Happens In Vegas Needs to Stay In Vegas
Book Description:
There are thousands of bodies buried in the Las Vegas desert. Nina Martinez does not want to be one of them.
Blood Ops agents Nina and Frankie came to Las Vegas for a little R&R. But their holiday takes a detour when there is a mass suicide on the Vegas strip. With the sigil of Satan burning on the bodies, what looks like a human problem quickly turns supernatural. Satan is in Sin City, and he’s been reinvented as the self-help guru behind the multi-billion-dollar organization BestLife Ministries.
With an offer to attend the BestLife’s Yule Ball, Nina accepts her invitation to dance with the devil. But what happens in Vegas needs to stay in Vegas. For all of humanity’s sake…
This action-packed prequel novella to the acclaimed Hell’s Belle series gives fans of series a glimpse at Nina’s origin story while new readers can sample the unique Hell’s Belle world.

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“You hear that?”
Frankie asked.
“Do I have
vampy hearing?” I countered with my own question. Of course I didn’t hear
right. Sorry,” he said with a teasing smile.  “There’s a lot of chatter in the wind, a
lot of bobbies, EMS, that sort.”
Frankie was a
posh Brit. Sometimes his terms needed translations.
bobbies, you mean cops, right?”
police. They keep calling code 10-56. Any idea?”
“No, but
Google will.”
I stopped
walking and pulled out my phone. I fired up my browser and punched in the police
code while Frankie crossed his arms and sent his eyes skyward. His hatred of
Google was irrational, considering the vamp never used a computer.
I said, reading off my phone.
“That many
at once?” he asked. His eyes narrowed but his lanky body went electric,
like he was listening to the wind again. “That’s a terrible number of
10-56s being called.”
they’re repeating?”
voices. Dispatch is sending bobbies out to different locations.”
I asked, my own body tensing with adrenaline.
different hotels. All on the Strip.”
I said, launching myself forward, our ridiculous hotel less than a mile away.
Get in, get to the room, close the drapes, pretend this wasn’t happening.
Frankie asked, matching my steps. “Aren’t you curious?”
problem,” I said. “Suicide is a human problem.”
he started in that voice.
That. Voice. I
knew that voice. That was the voice that said we should wade in.
I pressed
forward. “Are they talking about puncture wounds in the neck? Are the
bodies gutted, half eaten entrails left behind? Anyone speaking in
He slowed his
gate, so his answer came from behind me. “But this sounds like a mass
I pushed my pace
even faster. If he wanted to explore whatever the hell the idiot humans were up
to, he was welcome to it. I, however, wanted to wash off the stink of failure
and then crash in the hotel’s promised “Angelic Cloud” bed.
Frankie, of
course, caught up. He wasn’t even breathing heavy. Of course, he was dead so he
didn’t technically breathe.
“You ever
hear of those Heaven’s Gate nuts? That was human,” I pushed out, getting a
little winded, not by my speed walking but from the spike of my stress level.
We were supposed to be on vacation. Hunting monsters 24/7 over the past nine
months had me fatigued. I needed a time out. “Jim Jones? Not supernatural.
“That was
murder,” he pointed out.
You get the idea,” I said. “Suicides, even mass ones, happen for
human reasons, Frankie. I promise you. This has nothing to do with us.”
That was when
Frankie football tackled me, shoving us off the sidewalk into the street. We
slammed against the door of one of the stopped cars, then bounced forward a
little before both of us landed on our asses in the gutter.
A body landed on
the sidewalk in exactly the spot were were just standing. It made a loud thud
on impact. Then a pink spray covered our bodies while fragments of bone pelted
us, pinging off the metal of the cars still backed up on the street.
“What in
bloody hell was that?” Frankie asked as we both scrambled back up to our
feet, ignoring the shrieks of the woman driving the car we hit.
My own eyes
tracked up the length of the high-rise casino beside us, where three heads
poked out an open window, arms flailing and pointing down.
I said, looking at what was left of the body.
The torso was
intact. Two arms and one leg had separated from the body. The one remaining
attached leg was akimbo. His head was pulp.
In my job, I’ve
seen human bodies ripped apart by werewolves and drained of blood by vampires.
But this? This was a gruesome way to go.
I ignored the
gore that covered my bomber jacket, now destined for the garbage bin. No amount
of cleaning would wipe away the mess on this coat.
“Let’s get
out of here,” I said to Frankie, who was wiping his leather down with a
handkerchief. “Frankie, you’re gonna need more than a little hankie to get
that shit out.”
“Don’t you
think we should stay for the police?” he asked.
problem,” I repeated.
There was a warning in Frankie’s tone, and I pulled my eyes away from the body
and to a man huddled by the revolving door of the casino. If he had been mere
seconds earlier, he would have been pancaked under the jumper.
The man’s eyes
were wide. His skin, sheened with sweat, took on a grey pallor. He couldn’t
have been much older than thirty, but what he just witnessed seemed to age him
one hundred years.
“You okay,
sir?” Frankie called out to him.
The man shifted
his eyes towards Frankie. Fear and confusion danced behind his violet irises. I
watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, trying to find his voice. The
pulse of the artery in his neck throbbed.
“I . . .
I’m . . . what the—”
That was all the
man could manage to get out before his eyes tracked back to the body and his
face melted from shock to horror.
problem, eh?” Frankie snarked with a nod to the remains.
I closed my eyes
as my stomach roiled. Deep down, I knew. A string of suicides on the Vegas
Strip the night before Christmas Eve? By jumping out high-rise windows? I
didn’t want to see, didn’t want to know, didn’t want to admit: this was no
human problem.
Frankie prodded. “You gotta look.”
With a
determined sigh, I opened my eyes and saw a blue flame dance on top of the dead
man’s torso. Frankie and I inched towards the body until we hovered over it,
watching the flame ignite into a shape from groin to chest.
“Do you see
that?” the frightened man whispered from behind us. “You both see
that, right?”
There was no way
I could unsee any of it, especially the sigil formed from the flames.
This wasn’t just
any old sigil.
This was the
mark of Lucifer.
The devil was in
And Frankie and
I were likely the ones who had to run him out of Vegas.
About the Author:
Karen Greco’s entire career has revolved around writing. She studied playwriting in college (and won an award or two). After not writing plays for a long time, a life-long obsession with exorcists and Dracula drew her to urban fantasy, where she decapitates characters with impunity. Titles in her Hell’s Belle series include: Hell’s Belle, Tainted Blood, and Steele City Blues. Sin City Salvation is a prequel novella to the series. She wrote contemporary romance for a small press under the pen-name Jillian Sterling. She is currently re-writing and expanding those books for re-release. She is a freelance entertainment publicist and feature writer. She is a regular contributor to Providence Media’s various regional titles.

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Girly-Girl by Thomas Briar

Thomas Briar

Genre: Interracial BDSM Erotica

Publisher: Cobblestone Press

Date of Publication: 1-18-18
ASIN: B07956K993
Number of pages: 161
Word Count: 47,000
Cover Artist: Rebecca K. Sterling
Tagline: What will Tanisha do when she learns she can’t live without Levi’s wonderful presence in her life?
Book Description:
Tanisha is a naughty virgin with way too many unfulfilled romantic fantasies.
Levi is an unconventional Dom with a penchant for BDSM and kinky sex.

On their first date, after both reveal shocking personal details, they enter a scorching hot D/s relationship based purely on fulfilling Tanisha’s most intimate romantic fantasies. 
But nothing perfect ever lasts without first overcoming adversity. As the naughty virgin and her attentive Dom fall desperately in love, a veiled secret on her side and his unspoken desire threaten to snatch away their happily ever after.
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“Have you’ve
seen anything you want to take home with you?” Levi asked.
“Oh, I see
something.” Tanisha purposely let her gaze flow up and down his body to linger
on his midriff. “But you promised not to kiss or fuck me for thirty days,
He frowned
wistfully. “I really did, didn’t I?”
“You did.” She
took great pleasure in pointing this out because it was obvious that he now
thought the time frame ridiculous. Same as her.
Wanting to make
him further regret the impetuous decree, she did the most provocative thing she
could think of. While looking him straight in the eyes, she struck a pose with
one hand on a hip. Tilting her head sideways and sending over the most
seductive look possible, she cupped a breast with her opposite hand, using
fingertips to rub the outline of the taut nipple underneath the clinging vinyl.
Then she slowly slid the hand down her body to the front of the ruffled skirt.
Upon reaching the hem, she delved underneath, passing the tip of the middle
finger between the slickened lips of her pussy. Bringing the finger forth,
glistening with wetness, she held it out toward him.
He discreetly
licked his lips, eyes following the finger as she placed it against her own lips
to suck the wetness away.
Withdrawing the
finger and lapsing into a giggle, she raised eyebrows most innocently, asking,
“Still photography next?”
“Your choice,”
he stated in a husky voice. “And don’t do that again. I’m trying to be a
gentleman, remember?”

“Are you sure
you don’t want a little taste for yourself?” She stared deeply into his eyes.
“I’ll give you a little taste if you want?” 
About the Author:
Edgy and provocative in his writings, Thomas Briar strives to exalt the virtues of love and lust in every erotic story he creates. To date, he’s written a wide variety in the subgenres of New Adult, Contemporary, Historical, Interracial, and BDSM. He also takes great pride in the fact that he writes the type of erotic stories that twist and turn as the hero and heroine strive wholeheartedly to get exactly what they want from each other.
Which means most of his stories run on the hotter side of the erotica genre with his characters indulging in the type of sex that some would call adventurous. In fact, his descriptive writing style and graphic sex scenes will certainly evoke a reaction.
Hopefully, a positive one, but he’s making no promises. Not everyone likes to be made to feel as if they are present in the scene, surreptitiously watching the eroticism play out right before their very eyes. For, without a doubt, writing scorching hot sex scenes is Thomas’ absolute favorite thing about writing erotica.
Well, that, and making sure his characters end up living happily ever after.
Feel free to check out his website at  

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