Guest blogging with RE Mullins

Hi y’all,

I’m blogging today with RE Mullins at http://www.remullins.blogspot.ca

We’d love you pop by!

Day after day…Life after life

Day after day…Life after life

Release date: LOVE SUPERNATURALLY

Its been an exciting few weeks. First The Daughter came home from university. (Yay, my movie-date is back home!). Then The Husband and I went to Italy for a week. (Yes, there will be a blog and photos coming.) This week I’m actually in Austin, Texas for work. (I haven’t done any travel with work in years.) And today….drum roll please….is the release of my sixth e-novella, LOVE SUPERNATURALLY.

Day after day…Life after life

Day after day…Life after life

The blurb:
Cassandra Wilson, angel and first-year nurse, spends her days helping other people. Day after day. Life after life. While her best friend feels the young nurse needs a little love in her life, Cassie avoids serious relationships. She saw what her mother went through, and unless Cassie can find another angel to spend her life with, love and a family are not in her future.
An innocent night out with Fraser, a university junior and varsity hockey player, leads to something more serious and Cassie begins to experience feelings she’s been trying to avoid. But the sudden discovery—by both herself and Fraser—that Fraser is a witch, combined with his need to please everyone around him, poses a challenge to the couple’s happily ever after.

Want more? The excerpt:
“So, what are you? Vampire? Werewolf?” His words harsh; anger, hurt, and frustration laced his voice. Did he ask because he believed, or because he couldn’t handle the silence?
“I’m an angel,” she whispered.
“A what?”
“An angel.”
He let out a sarcastic laugh. “Right. And where are your wings?” He glanced at her as if to confirm that they did not exist.
“The wing thing is a misconception. Remember how Lucius mentioned that witches have green auras. Mine is white. Sometimes, when seen by the dying, it’s mistaken for wings.”
Fraser pursed his lips and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “What does being an angel mean?”
“Are you sure you want to talk about this now?”
“God, Cassie, I’m so confused. I’m sure tomorrow I will wake up and this will all be a dream.” He clenched and unclenched his hands, “Why don’t you just start talking.”

Want even more? Buy links:
WILD ROSE PRESS
AMAZON . COM
AMAZON . CA
ALL ROMANCE

A Sacrificial Matter by Ilona Fridl

Please join me today in welcoming Ilona Fridl to my blog. A fellow Rose (Wild Rose Press author), Ilona is here today with her recent release, A SACRIFICIAL MATTER. (An Amos and Sarah Darcy short mystery based on the Dangerous Times series.)

A Sacrificial Matter

Blurb:
A naked man in a graveyard… Detectives Amos and Sarah Darcy have dealt with quite a few unusual mysteries, but who cut down the naked man in the graveyard with a broadsword at midnight? When Sheriff Sam Lindsey calls on them to help solve the murder, Sarah risks her life to go undercover into a world of spiritualism and crime to find the murderer and the motive.

Excerpt:
Amos pored over the book on pagan rites and rituals until he started nodding off. Nat was happily drooling over a hard biscuit in his playpen. Suddenly, something he was reading caught Amos’ eye. It was about the rite of midsummer on the solstice. He checked the calendar on the wall. That was the night of the murder. He had just started reading more of that information when Sarah came back.

“I found something.” He rose and gave her a kiss. “How did you do?”

Sarah picked up Nat, then seated herself in an office chair and started feeding him. She told Amos about Hiram Bates and his invitation to the Institute. “What did you find?”

“This is about the pagan rite of midsummer that takes place on the solstice. There is a ritual that sacrifices the oak god to make way for the holly god that will rule until the winter solstice. It says here that in ancient times, a member was chosen for the actual sacrifice which now has become symbolic.” He snorted. “Symbolic, in a pig’s eye.”

Sarah thought for a moment. “There was an oak wreath near the body.” She paused. “Would that make the whole group guilty of murder, or just the one who struck him down?”

BUY LINKS:
WILD ROSE PRESS
AMAZON.com

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Ilona Fridl, is a transplanted Californian who lives in Wisconsin with her husband, Mark, and a well-worn computer. This is her first novella. She has six novels with The Wild Rose Press.
http://www.ilonafridl.com