800+ Free Romance Ebooks! Yes, really!

Woohoo! It’s time to fill — and I do mean FILL– your ereaders! 800+ Free romance books are available for today only. Talk about a great way to start the new year. All you have to do is head on over to https://www.romancebookworms.com and just pick your favorite retailer and favorite genres, and you’re good to go. Which book do I have in the lot? The weather outside is frightful, and so are the thugs trying to toss me off a snowy cliff… Speaking out against a local bigwig who’s terrified of witches when you actually are a witch attracts trouble. Only the timely intervention of a big, hot biker dude saves me from a modern-day execution. He says he’s security for the Concrete Angels Motorcycle Club, but I know he’s more than that. Humans. They’re either gloriously happy or dismally miserable. Flint, Concrete Angels’ Security With the holidays just around the corner, I’ve been looking for a quiet place to collect my thoughts. But that’s when Earl Creighton’s goons try to throw a woman off my local cliff. Havoc, hexes, and holidays: It’s the most wonderful time of year… Happy Holidays and happy reading to all y’all!

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Woops (whups? Uh-oh)! I’ve been so Distracted

Hey y’all! I’m so sorry I haven’t been here. Between the election (where I ran for the local school board) and Twitter dying (isn’t it just amazing?) and #NaNoWriMo, I’ve been really distracted and I didn’t post anything. So here are some images with what’s been going on. At the end of October, I released THE SAMHAIN SOLDIER, and all the promo that went with it.  If you haven’t gotten a copy, you can find it on all the retailers. https://siobhanmuir.com/the-samhain-soldier So what’s going on now? Other than very early COLD temps in Wyoming – it was -9 F this morning and not fun to be out in – I have another book coming on Tuesday, November 22 2022. That should warm y’all up since it was so friggin freezing today. Tomorrow is at least supposed to be in the 30s. Brr! But the book, right? Right. So I’m part of a group doing Sapphic (Lesbian) romance as a group series and I’m Book #5. BROKEN CHAINS is a romantic suspense set in the little town of Summit Springs, Colorado. There’s a whole series of these books and you can find all the books on my page and pre-order them all. https://siobhanmuir.com/broken-chains Because of the way the series is going, it’s only available on Amazon. Not my choice but the way it is. But you can pre-order it right now and it will show up on your Kindle first thing Tuesday morning. I joined NaNoWriMo this year to get some writing done (as if I’m not writing enough – as of this writing, I’ve written 331,311 words for the year!) and finish a couple of stories. I’m *this* close on the last book in my serial (THE KAROBIS CALLS) and on the second book in my new Sirens, Inc. series. I have a book cover for the first one in the series and the woman for the next one (THE SIREN AND THE SCIENTIST). So there’s lots coming even if I haven’t told you any of it until now, lol Thanks for being patient with me. Feel free to drop me a line (muir.siobhan@gmail.com) or connect with me on any of the social media platforms (with the exception of Twitter since it’s dying), and I hope your holidays will be wonderful. I should have a #ThursThreads post up here soon. Happy Reading! Siobhan

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Snippet Sunday – Something Was Coming

It’s time for Snippet Sunday, and the end of Daylight Savings Time. Yay? Yeah, not as thrilled with that, but at least there are books to read. I’m showcasing THE SAMHAIN SOLDIER, Book 7 in the Cloudburst Colorado series, AND a sequel to book 2, THE BELTANE WITCH.  In this snippet, Kendra MacGillivray, earth witch, wakes up in a little shack in the Fae realm and not everything is as it seems. ~~~~~~ Kendra woke to unnatural silence. She shot a look at the fire in the fireplace and found the flames still licking the last log she placed, but they made no sound. She sat up and glanced at Phinn. He slept hard, but his breathing was better, less labored. Marbles hadn’t returned from her expedition, but Kendra didn’t expect her for a while. Hopefully the tracker demon would hide the sword in a place no one, not even the conniving Fae, would think to look. Still, the thick silence gave her the heebie-jeebies. She rolled to her feet and slipped back into her jacket. Something was coming and she wanted to be ready for it. She settled on the floor beside Phinn and shoved her feet into her boots, zipping them up. Then she reached for his to make sure he was as ready to travel as he could be. Not that I can carry him if we have to get away. The fire still burned, but a chill entered the shack. Kendra listened hard, but the unnatural silence continued. Awareness shot up her back and made her shiver. Kendra sent the Goddess a note of thanks for what time She’d kept them hidden. The Fae were coming and would discover them soon, and she was grateful Marbles had the time to take the sword nowhere near them. Kendra set about gathering up their meager gear and making sure Phinn was ready to move without much fuss. The threat loomed in the dark silence, and she tried to quell her racing heart as she waited for the ax to fall. They hadn’t been hiding, exactly, but she wondered if one of Marbles’ abilities was to disguise herself from detection, at least from the Fae. And since she’s gone… It didn’t take long for Kendra to hear the footsteps of several beings moving through the woods outside the shack. ~~~~~~~ Oh dear, something wicked this way comes. 😉 There are several great authors on the Weekend Writer Warriors list, the Snippet Sunday Facebook group, and the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. A few of my favorites are, P.T. Wyant, Karen Michelle Nutt, Veronica Scott, Jessica Subject, Kathy Griffith Karysa Faire, and Iris Blobel. Here’s the blurb for THE SAMHAIN SOLDIER: Coming Oct 17 2022 It’s all fun and games until a tracker demon comes for you… Phinnius Winterbourne, a soldier in the Summer Court of the Sidhe, has inherited his maternal grandfather’s sword. But the Winter Court of the Sidhe now wants it and him. Seeking help from his older brother seems like a good idea, until he runs into a witch. And the tracker demon sent to fetch Phinn. Not a great day. Kendra MacGillivray is preparing her altar for Samhain when she runs head-on into Phinnius and his problems. She doesn’t have time for the arrogant fool who has irritated the Fae. When her healing spell clashes with that of the tracker demon, they end up in the Sidhe realm with no way home and a tracker demon familiar. Every witch needs one. Trapped in the Fae realm, they must work together to keep the sword out of the Winter Court’s reach and get back home again before Samhain, when the veils close for the year. Nothing is as it seems and Phinn’s family secrets may break everything—him included. If they don’t protect the sword, they could lose more than a family heirloom—they could destroy the world. No pressure.

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Snippet Sunday – Oh, That’s Comforting

It’s time for Snippet Sunday, and I have a new release this week! Woohoo! I’m showcasing THE SAMHAIN SOLDIER, Book 7 in the Cloudburst Colorado series, AND a sequel to book 2, THE BELTANE WITCH. This tale is released TOMORROW, Oct 17th 2022, but you can get it for pre-order at Smashwords. 😉 In this snippet, you meet Kendra MacGillivray, earth witch, as she gets ready for Samhain. She’s just met the hero Phinnius Winterbourne, and she’s not impressed. ~~~~~~ Kendra MacGillivray had met many cheeky men in her time, but the tall, dark-haired beauty with sapphire blue eyes took the cake. Or maybe it’s the big-ass sword rising over his right shoulder that’s doing it. Whatever it was, he wore arrogance like a new suit and seemed as fishy as Pier 59 in Seattle. He smelled like warm vanilla, the scent of Ponderosa pine bark baking in the sun, and she reminded herself men didn’t like women sniffing after them like bitches in heat. And if they do, they aren’t worth it. “You can call me Kendra. Now, off you go.” The tall warrior gave her a sardonic smile through the sexy scruff on his cheeks, but bowed and made to move past her. However, he tensed up and lost his smile at the sound of something big moving through the underbrush behind her. All the hair stood up on the back of her neck as the fetid scents of rotting wine and old sex hit her nose. Swallowing against the gag reflex, she shifted sideways, presenting her back to neither the man nor whatever approached. “Aw, hellfire.” Phinnius yanked the sword off his back with a metallic hiss and took on a battle stance. “What the hell is that?” Kendra fought bile back down her throat as she took in a creature resembling an organic version of the cat-like thing from the movie about robot aliens who transformed into innocuous objects. A ridge of fins from each vertebra protruded along the back and tail, and oddly jointed limbs ended in long, sharp claws. “Stay back, Mistress Kendra. This demon is here for me.” “Oh, that’s comforting.” The demon’s glowing green eyes shifted from Phinnius, and it just had to lick its slavering jaws as its gaze settled on her. ~~~~~~~ Things just got a whole lot more interesting. 😉 There are several great authors on the Weekend Writer Warriors list, the Snippet Sunday Facebook group, and the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. A few of my favorites are, P.T. Wyant, Karen Michelle Nutt, Veronica Scott, Jessica Subject, Kathy Griffith Karysa Faire, and Iris Blobel. Here’s the blurb for THE SAMHAIN SOLDIER: Coming Oct 17 2022 It’s all fun and games until a tracker demon comes for you… Phinnius Winterbourne, a soldier in the Summer Court of the Sidhe, has inherited his maternal grandfather’s sword. But the Winter Court of the Sidhe now wants it and him. Seeking help from his older brother seems like a good idea, until he runs into a witch. And the tracker demon sent to fetch Phinn. Not a great day. Kendra MacGillivray is preparing her altar for Samhain when she runs head-on into Phinnius and his problems. She doesn’t have time for the arrogant fool who has irritated the Fae. When her healing spell clashes with that of the tracker demon, they end up in the Sidhe realm with no way home and a tracker demon familiar. Every witch needs one. Trapped in the Fae realm, they must work together to keep the sword out of the Winter Court’s reach and get back home again before Samhain, when the veils close for the year. Nothing is as it seems and Phinn’s family secrets may break everything—him included. If they don’t protect the sword, they could lose more than a family heirloom—they could destroy the world. No pressure.

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Snippet Sunday – Let’s Talk About the Fire

It’s time for Snippet Sunday. Last week I had a lot of questions about why Flint doesn’t celebrate Yule and why Rochelle’s place was burned down. Today’s snippet will answer some of the second question. So today I’m showcasing THE CONCRETE ANGEL, a cocky bikers holiday tale. In this snippet, we’re in Flint’s POV (all in first person) and he’s brought Rochelle to his place. She’s the first to speak. ~~~~~~ “Thank you so much for this meal. I wasn’t looking forward to cooking.” She grimaced and shook her head. “Guess I wasn’t going to do that anyway now that my kitchen is a smoking ruin.” I nodded and freed up my hands. “You’re welcome. Let’s talk about the fire. You said it was arson. And you think it was from someone named Creighton.” She wiped her lips with a napkin and nodded. “I won’t know for sure until I check the Cloud, as I said, but I’m pretty sure it was him. As I mentioned, Earl Creighton is a city councilman for Fort Collins, but he has an overwhelming hatred of witches and he’s targeted my family before.” “What?” I blinked. “When? How?” “I told you my mother was murdered a few years ago. It turns out she knew it would happen, and she knew who’d do it.” Rochelle rose and went into the bedroom. I almost got up to follow her, but she came back quickly with something in her hand. “I didn’t find this until yesterday. Well, my best friend Joslyn found it and gave it to me. I just read it today.” She sat down and tapped the edge of the envelope against the table as she considered me. “What?” I tilted my head as her eyes narrowed. “I’m going to tell you something about my family that most people don’t know, and I need you not to freak out.” I raised my eyebrows but nodded. “Okay.” She eyed me for a few more moments before she nodded. “Okay. So my family are witches, real witches with real connection to the elements. My mother’s line was of the earth witches, connected to the stones, the mountains, crystals, farming and gardens. But one of the extra talents my mother passed on was what she called the Goddess Messages.” ~~~~~~~ The first step to a good relationship is faith in one’s partner. 😉 There are several great authors on the Weekend Writer Warriors list, the Snippet Sunday Facebook group, and the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. A few of my favorites are, P.T. Wyant, Karen Michelle Nutt, Veronica Scott, Jessica Subject, Karysa Faire, and Iris Blobel. Here’s the blurb for THE CONCRETE ANGEL: Available now! The weather outside is frightful, and so are the goons trying to toss me off a snowy cliff… Rochelle Stone, Earth Witch Speaking out against a local bigwig who’s terrified of witches when you actually are a witch attracts trouble. Only the timely intervention of a big, hot biker dude saves me from a modern-day execution. He says he’s security for the Concrete Angels Motorcycle Club, but I know he’s more than that. I’ve always had an affinity for stones, and my affinity for Flint is through the roof. He’s hard as a rock and my hands tingle when I touch him. He doesn’t speak aloud, but his talented hands tell me plenty… Now if I can just get the jackass trying to kill me off my back, it’ll be a golden holiday for sure. Humans. They’re either gloriously happy or dismally miserable. Flint, Concrete Angels’ Security With the holidays just around the corner, I’ve been looking for a quiet place to collect my thoughts. But that’s when Earl Creighton’s goons try to throw a woman off my local cliff. I normally don’t get involved with human troubles, but something about this woman captivates me beyond reason. We share a one-night stand and I know she’s meant to be mine. But Rochelle is no one’s property and she might not sign Loki’s contract. If she refuses, I’ll have to let her go and that will crack the foundation of my soul. No pressure, right? Havoc, hexes, and holidays: It’s the most wonderful time of year…

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Snippet Sunday – One of My Many Talents

It’s time for Snippet Sunday and it’s Martin Luther King Jr’s weekend. Given the recent events in the US, it’s a good time to reflect on where we are, where we’ve come from, and what all is ahead of us. Systemic racism didn’t stop with the sixties (though it fell out of sight-out of mind for the white population) and now it’s being exposed again. We have so much work ahead, but it’ll be worth it.Take some time this weekend to reflect and see what small changes you can make in your own corner of the world. But today I’m showcasing THE CONCRETE ANGEL, a cocky bikers holiday tale, and a welcome fantasy and escape from the problems of our own world. In this snippet, we’re in Rochelle’s POV (all in first person) and she’s gotten home in time to see firefighters trying to stop her place from burning to the ground. Flint rides up on his bike and is the first to speak. ~~~~~~ “What the hell happened?” His sign language was short and angry. I grimaced. “Arsonist took out my shop and home because I’m a witch.” “Arsonist.” He repeated the word and his eyes narrowed. “Do you know who?” I shrugged. “Can’t be sure until I check the magical archives saved to the cloud, but I’m pretty sure it was Earl Creighton’s goons.” “Who’s Earl Creighton?” I grimaced. “Local city councilman. The bastards who were trying to throw me off the cliff mentioned him.” He nodded and a small smile quirked the corner of his mouth. “You can save magic to an archival cloud?” I couldn’t help the smirk. “Yup. One of my many talents.” “That’s fuckin’ cool.” Flint turned his head to watch the firefighters battling the blaze consuming my home. “So this Creighton tried to take you out?” I shrugged. “Yup. Twice now.” His expression turned to granite. “Then he’ll pay.” I nodded, but I was too tired to do anything about it that night. “It’s getting close to Yule.” He blinked. “Yule?” He spelled the word out in letters. “Yeah, you know, ‘deck the halls with boughs of holly, fa-la-la-la-la’?” I gave him a sardonic smirk. “Any of that ringin’ a bell?” To my surprise, he shrugged. “You don’t celebrate Yule?” He shrugged again. “Not for a long time.” His response totally derailed my misery and sorrow. “Well, we gotta change that. But first we have to find a place that’s warm, dry, and has good food.” He smiled and nodded to his bike. “I know a place like that.” ~~~~~~~ It’s always good to have backup and a warm place to go. 😉 There are several great authors on the Weekend Writer Warriors list, the Snippet Sunday Facebook group, and the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. A few of my favorites are, P.T. Wyant, Karen Michelle Nutt, Veronica Scott, Jessica Subject, Karysa Faire, and Iris Blobel. Here’s the blurb for THE CONCRETE ANGEL: Now Available! The weather outside is frightful, and so are the goons trying to toss me off a snowy cliff… Rochelle Stone, Earth Witch Speaking out against a local bigwig who’s terrified of witches when you actually are a witch attracts trouble. Only the timely intervention of a big, hot biker dude saves me from a modern-day execution. He says he’s security for the Concrete Angels Motorcycle Club, but I know he’s more than that. I’ve always had an affinity for stones, and my affinity for Flint is through the roof. He’s hard as a rock and my hands tingle when I touch him. He doesn’t speak aloud, but his talented hands tell me plenty… Now if I can just get the jackass trying to kill me off my back, it’ll be a golden holiday for sure. Humans. They’re either gloriously happy or dismally miserable. Flint, Concrete Angels’ Security With the holidays just around the corner, I’ve been looking for a quiet place to collect my thoughts. But that’s when Earl Creighton’s goons try to throw a woman off my local cliff. I normally don’t get involved with human troubles, but something about this woman captivates me beyond reason. We share a one-night stand and I know she’s meant to be mine. But Rochelle is no one’s property and she might not sign Loki’s contract. If she refuses, I’ll have to let her go and that will crack the foundation of my soul. No pressure, right? Havoc, hexes, and holidays: It’s the most wonderful time of year…

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Snippet Sunday – Don’t Be Fooled

It’s time for Snippet Sunday. Happy New Year 2021! We made it to the turning of the calendar and all the possibilities for improvement are ahead of us. That’s something to be thankful for. I’m showcasing THE CONCRETE ANGEL, a cocky bikers holiday tale. And the cover is up at AllAuthor for Cover of the Month. Will you vote for it? In this snippet, we’re in Rochelle’s POV (all in first person) and she’s reading a letter her best friend found in her shop from her mother. ~~~~~~Recently, there’s been an election of the new city council for Fort Collins. Most of the candidates are pretty good people and seem to have good heads on their shoulders. They want to see the city progress toward inclusiveness, understanding, and wellness. But there’s this one guy, Earl Creighton, who has some destructive energy to him. I always feel uneasy when I’m around him and he appears to be rather fanatically fundamentalist in his approach to things. He doesn’t like me or our shop at all. I grimaced as I recalled Joslyn’s remarks about Councilman Creighton’s statements in the meeting. His views apparently hadn’t changed in the last three years. A few weeks ago, I received a Goddess Message. You were out with your friends doing the LGBTQ fundraiser and I’d closed the shop for lunch. The vision showed me I’m going to die, murdered by a goon trying to rob the shop. It’ll be presented as a robbery and the cops will see what they want to see and let it go at that. They won’t find who ordered the hit, but it’s meant to look like an unfortunate result of someone desperate for money. Don’t be fooled, Rochelle. It’s not that. The Goddess told me Earl Creighton is behind it and he will continue to erode all the good the new city council will try to build. He’s poison and decay for something so plain as money and perceived power. You need to be careful of him because he’ll come after you once he’s gotten rid of me. I gasped and covered my mouth with my hand as my tears flowed. Sweet Goddess, Earl Creighton had killed my mother! And she knew it was going to happen. Why, dammit? Why didn’t she do anything to stop it if she knew it would happen beforehand?~~~~~~~ That’s a horrible question and an awful choice. There are several great authors on the Weekend Writer Warriors list, the Snippet Sunday Facebook group, and the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. A few of my favorites are, P.T. Wyant, Karen Michelle Nutt, Veronica Scott, Jessica Subject, Karysa Faire, and Iris Blobel. And please Vote for the THE CONCRETE ANGEL in the Cover of the Month contest Here’s the blurb for THE CONCRETE ANGEL: Coming Soon! The weather outside is frightful, and so are the goons trying to toss me off a snowy cliff… Rochelle Stone, Earth Witch Speaking out against a local bigwig who’s terrified of witches when you actually are a witch attracts trouble. Only the timely intervention of a big, hot biker dude saves me from a modern-day execution. He says he’s security for the Concrete Angels Motorcycle Club, but I know he’s more than that. I’ve always had an affinity for stones, and my affinity for Flint is through the roof. He’s hard as a rock and my hands tingle when I touch him. He doesn’t speak aloud, but his talented hands tell me plenty… Now if I can just get the jackass trying to kill me off my back, it’ll be a golden holiday for sure. Humans. They’re either gloriously happy or dismally miserable. Flint, Concrete Angels’ Security With the holidays just around the corner, I’ve been looking for a quiet place to collect my thoughts. But that’s when Earl Creighton’s goons try to throw a woman off my local cliff. I normally don’t get involved with human troubles, but something about this woman captivates me beyond reason. We share a one-night stand and I know she’s meant to be mine. But Rochelle is no one’s property and she might not sign Loki’s contract. If she refuses, I’ll have to let her go and that will crack the foundation of my soul. No pressure, right? Havoc, hexes, and holidays: It’s the most wonderful time of year…

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Snippet Sunday – They Don’t Have a Good Rep

It’s time for Snippet Sunday, the last Sunday of 2020, and boy am I ready. It’s snowy and cold outside, so it’s a good time to snuggle up to a source of heat with a cuppa something good, and read. So today I’m showcasing THE CONCRETE ANGEL, a cocky bikers holiday tale. In this snippet, we’re in Rochelle’s POV (all in first person) and she’s trying to help her friend get a hot date before she lets some info slip. ~~~~~~ “How about you call him while I go pack a bag and I’ll help you lock up on my way out to take the deposit to the bank.” I headed for the stairs. “Whoa, whoa, whoa back there, girl. What do you mean ‘pack a bag’?” Joslyn’s brows knitted. “What kind of plans you got goin’ on tonight?” I shrugged with a smirk. “I can’t tell you that.” “Can’t or won’t? And all this after hounding me to call Andre.” “I actually can’t tell you. Flint invited me out tonight and told me to pack a bag. I guess we’re going somewhere far enough that we’ll stay overnight.” Joslyn lost her smile. “This is the same guy from the Concrete Angels?” She bit her lip. “You be careful with him, okay? They don’t have a good rep.” I dropped my smirk. “I know their rep, but my gut says he’s a good guy.” And not entirely human. “I haven’t gotten any Goddess Messages about him, but I have gotten messages about this place burning down, so packing a bag serves a double purpose.” “Wait, stop. Did you just say this place, our shop, is going to burn down?” Shit. I hadn’t meant to tell her the content of the Goddess Message. “Is that why we packed up so much of your stuff to the storage unit and you’ve been giving me merchandise for friends and family?” She came over to me and grasped my arms. “Sweet glory, Rochelle, is there going to be a fire here?” I sighed and bowed my head a moment to gather my thoughts. “I don’t know when or by whom, but someone is going to burn our shop down before Yule.” “Oh glory, Rochelle.” She gathered me into a hug. ~~~~~~~ At least they’ll both be safe. 😉 There are several great authors on the Weekend Writer Warriors list, the Snippet Sunday Facebook group, and the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. A few of my favorites are, P.T. Wyant, Karen Michelle Nutt, Veronica Scott, Jessica Subject, Karysa Faire, and Iris Blobel. Here’s the blurb for THE CONCRETE ANGEL: Coming Soon! The weather outside is frightful, and so are the goons trying to toss me off a snowy cliff… Rochelle Stone, Earth Witch Speaking out against a local bigwig who’s terrified of witches when you actually are a witch attracts trouble. Only the timely intervention of a big, hot biker dude saves me from a modern-day execution. He says he’s security for the Concrete Angels Motorcycle Club, but I know he’s more than that. I’ve always had an affinity for stones, and my affinity for Flint is through the roof. He’s hard as a rock and my hands tingle when I touch him. He doesn’t speak aloud, but his talented hands tell me plenty… Now if I can just get the jackass trying to kill me off my back, it’ll be a golden holiday for sure. Humans. They’re either gloriously happy or dismally miserable. Flint, Concrete Angels’ Security With the holidays just around the corner, I’ve been looking for a quiet place to collect my thoughts. But that’s when Earl Creighton’s goons try to throw a woman off my local cliff. I normally don’t get involved with human troubles, but something about this woman captivates me beyond reason. We share a one-night stand and I know she’s meant to be mine. But Rochelle is no one’s property and she might not sign Loki’s contract. If she refuses, I’ll have to let her go and that will crack the foundation of my soul. No pressure, right? Havoc, hexes, and holidays: It’s the most wonderful time of year…

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Snippet Sunday – Cripple Creek Ice Festival

It’s time for Snippet Sunday. It’s snowy and cold outside, so it’s a good time to snuggle up to a source of heat with a cuppa something good, and read. So today I’m showcasing THE CONCRETE ANGEL, a cocky bikers holiday tale. In this snippet, we’re in Flint’s POV (all in first person) and he’s taking Rochelle on a real date to a small Colorado Town in the mountains. ~~~~~~ “Why are we in Cripple Creek?” She held the to-go cup between her hands as she gazed at the well-lit main street. The sounds of the slot machines were muted because the cold made them shut the doors and windows, but light blazed from every opening. “They have an Ice Festival every year.” I pointed beyond the buildings to the large county fairground field at the end of the brightly lit street. “Artists come from all over the country to construct the amazing and the fanciful. I thought it would be fun to see.” She gaped at me as we walked toward the fairgrounds. “Are you serious? I’ve lived in Colorado all my life and I never knew about this.” I gave her a smile. “It started when a local carpenter lost his wife and wanted to do something divert his kids from their loss. So he carved animals out of ice for them. He’d show his friends and neighbors his creations. For a while it was only locals who knew about it and he’d do it every year. When enough tourists found out, the city council invited more artists and set up a charity to help the man with his bills as he got older. After a while, it became such a big thing, they made it a competition with all the proceeds going to a fund to help people with loss and bereavement, mental health and substance abuse programs, and funeral costs. It’s now a big thing.” “Wow. That’s amazing. I wish I’d known about it.” She sounded so wistful, I shot her a look and signed, “What?” “Oh, my mom died a few years back. I don’t have any siblings and Mom never told me who the sperm donor was, so it was just me to take everything on.” ~~~~~~~ That puts a bit of a damper on the evening. 😉 There are several great authors on the Weekend Writer Warriors list, the Snippet Sunday Facebook group, and the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. A few of my favorites are, P.T. Wyant, Karen Michelle Nutt, Veronica Scott, Jessica Subject, Karysa Faire, and Iris Blobel. Here’s the blurb for THE CONCRETE ANGEL: Available Now! The weather outside is frightful, and so are the goons trying to toss me off a snowy cliff… Rochelle Stone, Earth Witch Speaking out against a local bigwig who’s terrified of witches when you actually are a witch attracts trouble. Only the timely intervention of a big, hot biker dude saves me from a modern-day execution. He says he’s security for the Concrete Angels Motorcycle Club, but I know he’s more than that. I’ve always had an affinity for stones, and my affinity for Flint is through the roof. He’s hard as a rock and my hands tingle when I touch him. He doesn’t speak aloud, but his talented hands tell me plenty… Now if I can just get the jackass trying to kill me off my back, it’ll be a golden holiday for sure. Humans. They’re either gloriously happy or dismally miserable. Flint, Concrete Angels’ Security With the holidays just around the corner, I’ve been looking for a quiet place to collect my thoughts. But that’s when Earl Creighton’s goons try to throw a woman off my local cliff. I normally don’t get involved with human troubles, but something about this woman captivates me beyond reason. We share a one-night stand and I know she’s meant to be mine. But Rochelle is no one’s property and she might not sign Loki’s contract. If she refuses, I’ll have to let her go and that will crack the foundation of my soul. No pressure, right? Havoc, hexes, and holidays: It’s the most wonderful time of year…

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Snippet Sunday – Are You Moving?

It’s time for Snippet Sunday. It’s snowy and cold outside, so it’s a good time to snuggle up to a source of heat with a cuppa something good, and read. So today I’m showcasing THE CONCRETE ANGEL, a cocky bikers holiday tale. In this snippet, we’re in Rochelle’s POV (all in first person) and has just gotten a “Goddess Message”, a premonition that gives warnings. ~~~~~~ But I had the same feeling now that I’d felt at the Chuck E. Cheese’s, and the message was clear. I needed to move some of my things, precious and irreplaceable things, into my storage unit. A place I’d secured under a false name and ID due to another Goddess Message. “Rochelle, are you okay?” Joslyn appeared in front of me, her face creased in concern. I blinked. “Yeah, but we might have to put off the holiday promo drive a bit. I need to move a few things into my storage unit.” She frowned. “Are you moving?” I shook my head and shrugged. “I don’t think so, but my gut says I need to move some of my precious items out of here.” I had insurance for both the shop downstairs and my residence, but insurance couldn’t bring back heirlooms or items of sentimental value. “Let me get dressed for real while the coffee gets going and we’ll take a few things to storage.” I headed for the bedroom. “You got a Goddess Message, didn’t you?” “Yeah, but I don’t know when it’s going to happen. Could be later today, could be in two weeks.” I jerked off my sweatshirt and tank, and traded them for an underlayer and a sweater. “I’ll need to do a backup of my electronic records and leave a copy there since I can’t exactly store my computer.” “Do you know what’s going to happen?” Her voice came from the kitchen. “No.” I pulled my socks on and grabbed my shoes as I returned to the main room. “But it’s going to be destructive and if I want to save anything special, I need to move it today.” “Okay. Show me where your boxes or totes are and we’ll get shit packed.” Joslyn rolled up her sleeves. The hard part would be choosing what to keep and what I could lose. ~~~~~~~ It’s definitely hard to know the best choice. 😉 There are several great authors on the Weekend Writer Warriors list, the Snippet Sunday Facebook group, and the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. A few of my favorites are, P.T. Wyant, Karen Michelle Nutt, Veronica Scott, Jessica Subject, Karysa Faire, and Iris Blobel. Here’s the blurb for THE CONCRETE ANGEL: Coming Soon! The weather outside is frightful, and so are the goons trying to toss me off a snowy cliff… Rochelle Stone, Earth Witch Speaking out against a local bigwig who’s terrified of witches when you actually are a witch attracts trouble. Only the timely intervention of a big, hot biker dude saves me from a modern-day execution. He says he’s security for the Concrete Angels Motorcycle Club, but I know he’s more than that. I’ve always had an affinity for stones, and my affinity for Flint is through the roof. He’s hard as a rock and my hands tingle when I touch him. He doesn’t speak aloud, but his talented hands tell me plenty… Now if I can just get the jackass trying to kill me off my back, it’ll be a golden holiday for sure. Humans. They’re either gloriously happy or dismally miserable. Flint, Concrete Angels’ Security With the holidays just around the corner, I’ve been looking for a quiet place to collect my thoughts. But that’s when Earl Creighton’s goons try to throw a woman off my local cliff. I normally don’t get involved with human troubles, but something about this woman captivates me beyond reason. We share a one-night stand and I know she’s meant to be mine. But Rochelle is no one’s property and she might not sign Loki’s contract. If she refuses, I’ll have to let her go and that will crack the foundation of my soul. No pressure, right? Havoc, hexes, and holidays: It’s the most wonderful time of year…

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