I have the pleasure of welcoming Mary Alice Pritchard to my blog today…

Price: $6.00
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Length: 232 pages

Ghostly Mistakes
Mary Alice Pritchard

Lizzy planned to make this mission short and sweet, but thanks to her client, Carl Taylor’s inability to provide details, it looks as if she was in for an extended adventure. A dangerous farmer with buried secrets, and the zealous accusations of a lady’s church group keep her on her toes. If all this isn’t enough to complicate her task, her growing attraction to the highway patrolman who caught her speeding, adds spice to the brew. If she doesn’t solve the puzzle left in her hands, she could find herself stuck with Carl for life. Oh, did I mention he isn’t a paying customer? Well, being a ghost does limit your financial abilities.

Tell us a little about your story.
Ghostly Mistakes is a paranormal romantic suspense with elements of comedy. Yes, it has it all. Lizzy is a channel for spirits. Once one of them attaches to her, she can’t get rid of them until she helps them resolve their unfinished business. Jacob is a highway patrolman who stops her from speeding and then can’t get her out of his head. They are thrown together to solve more than a pesky ghost problem. There is something going on in the small town of Belzoni that doesn’t include Lizzy’s ghostly hitchhiker.

What is it you relate to most with your heroine or hero? What do you like about them most?
Lizzy is all the things I would like to be in a woman, spunky, witty, and willing to take chances. I tend to ask a dozen questions before I leap.

Jacob is the tall dark handsome stranger I’d love to meet other than in my dreams. I’m sure we all have a few of them lurking in our subconscious minds.

How did you get started in writing?
I’ve written short stories off and on all my life. I used them as an escape from the world around me. I officially began writing about four years ago. I went to a Romantic Times Book Lovers Convention and fell in love with writing by talking with so many of the talented authors there.

What’s your schedule like, and what do you enjoy doing in your time off?
I work full time so I write whenever I can. Mostly it is on the weekends as it is about the only free time I have. As for my “off” time. I write, read and watch my feline muses who entertain me. Next to writing, reading is my one true love.

Where can readers find out more about your stories?
They can go to either www.thewildrosepress.com or to www.thedarkcastlelords.com for my short stories. My website is www.maryalicepritchard.com Don’t forget to check out my blog where the felines like to hang out.

Sneak peek into Ghostly Mistakes:
Lizzy Gordon risked another look behind her as she ran the last few yards to her car.

“Nothing…there…nothing there!” She repeated the words, not to convince herself, but to keep her mind occupied until she was safe behind glass and

steel. There was something there, all right. If she didn’t get into her car now, that something would have her for a quick snack. She pressed her remote as she neared the car; blinking headlights reassured her the doors were unlocked. She slammed the car door closed just seconds ahead of the presence bearing down on her and slid towards the center of the car, jerking as a malevolent ghost crashed into the door.

“That was much too close!” Realizing they were squeezed shut, she opened her eyes and made an attempt to slow her breathing before she hyperventilated. The presence outside the car was furious and pushing hard against the metal of the door.

“Sliding home on your ass again, I see.” The amused southern drawl drew a startled yelp from Lizzy before she could stop it.

“Damnation, Carl! Don’t do that to me again!”

Scooting back into the driver’s seat and jamming the key into the ignition, she peeled out of the cemetery, leaving a dust cloud boiling behind her. “And why are you here? I told you to keep out of my way!”

“Aw, Lizzy baby, is that any way to treat your back-up?” His smooth southern drawl raised her hackles instead of calming her down as he probably intended.

“Carl, I’m not your baby and you are most definitely not my back-up! I’m only in this mess because you can’t keep your promises!” Growling in frustration, she risked a look in the rear view mirror at her passenger. Oh, man, he was just as hard to look at as the last time she’d seen him.

Driving faster than was safe on a gravel road, Lizzy willed her pounding heart to settle down.

Gravel turned to concrete a mile from the cemetery as she sped back to the highway, only slowing down enough to make the turn without rolling the car. She headed towards Indianola, Mississippi, the closest decent sized city near Belzoni on her map. She’d reserved a room at a Day’s Inn once she arrived in Belzoni, before going to the first cemetery. It was only a thirty-minute drive between the two towns and she preferred larger rather than smaller, rationalizing she stood a better chance at locating a decent place to eat. Lizzy finally slowed down to just over the speed limit once she was in sight of the Producers Feed Mill lights that signaled the even smaller community of Isola. Taking a deep breath, Lizzy glared at her passenger using the rear view mirror.

Two weeks ago, she was living a fairly normal life in Jackson, Mississippi, managing a small emergency medical clinic. Yes, she had the odd deadbeat to deal with, but nothing dramatic or dangerous. She liked it that way—boring. Instead, here she was sneaking around in the middle of the night in backwoods Belzoni, Mississippi, an angry spirit on her tail and the meddlesome ghost who started the whole fiasco in her back seat. Lizzy felt like she was jinxed when it came to men and considering her track record, most people would probably agree. Gripping the steering wheel, she fumed over the situation. It never failed—when she found herself metaphysically bound to a ghost it turned out to be a whopper of an adventure. Oh, for a simple haunting or displaced body.

Staring into the rear view mirror at her latest male attachment, Lizzie planned to look for a new career as soon as she managed to rid herself of Carl.

Something where there would be less chance of hitchhiking ghosts. She could manage a dry cleaners or maybe a bookstore. She loved to read. Anything that paid the bills would do, if it would keep her chances of hooking up with dead dudes to the bare minimum.

I have the pleasure of welcoming Christina Phillips to my blog today…

Price: $2.00
Genre: Erotic Romance with Paranormal Elements
Length: 40 pages

Foretaste of Forever
Christina Phillips

Elyesha, last surviving descendant of a line of powerful witches, finally finds the only man she’s ever loved, the man who deserted her countless years before. But Ben is torn between desire and despair when Elyesha, his only love, eventually penetrates his protective retreat. He knows what she wants, but the price of their love is too high. At midnight, on the beach, a battle of wills and erotic seduction ensues as each confronts the other’s darkest fears.

Thanks for having me on your blog, Felicity. I’m thrilled to be here!

Tell us a little about your story.
Foretaste of Forever is a dark erotic romance with paranormal elements about a witch and her emotionally tortured lover.

This story came to me in a dream. And it was a perfectly gorgeous dream, in vivid color and with sound effects. Midnight, on a storm tossed beach with the moon casting silver threads across the chilly sand. And the hero was breathtaking. Dark, dangerous. Powerful. And an utter mystery.

I loved everything about this recurring dream. But after a while – like, four years – it began to drive me mad. Because this couple never got any further! All I knew was the heroine would do anything to be with the man she loved, and the hero was too blinded by his sense of honor to see his destiny when she was standing right in front of him.

What is it you relate to most with your heroine or hero? What do you like about them most?
My heroine, Elyesha, is a strong, independent woman, which I love. But despite her powerful heritage and the destiny laid out for her by her foremothers, she’s willing to give up everything and do absolutely anything in order to be with the man she loves. And I love that about her too!

As for my hero, Ben, I love the fact that he’s willing to give up the only woman he’s ever loved, the woman who is, essentially, his salvation, because he believes she needs her foretold destiny in order to survive.

How did you get started in writing?
I’ve always loved to write. As a child I’d write rambling plays, as a teenager I penned long, angst filled poems and stories set in space or alternate realities (which now I think about them, always ended badly!!!) It wasn’t until my family and I moved to Australia from the UK ten years ago that I decided to get serious about my writing with a view to publication.

What’s your schedule like, and what do you enjoy doing in your time off?
I’m horribly disorganised, and think my New Year’s Resolution this year should be to get my butt in gear! I do try and write something every day, and do my best not to cheat by calling blogging or emails *writing*. On a good day I can manage about ten pages. On a bad day… well, let’s not go there!!

In my time off I go to the gym (a necessity rather than for pleasure, I’m afraid!), chat on MSN with my CPs (who live in New Zealand and the UK), read and spend time with my husband and three children. I’m also currently obsessed with the whole Battlestar Galactica universe and re-watch the DVDs way too many times for sanity!

Where can readers find out more about your stories?
I have a website http://www.christinaphillips.com

And my blog, which I try to keep updated several times a week http://christinaphillips.blogspot.com

MySpace http://www.myspace.com/christinaphillips1

Sneak peek into Foretaste of Forever:
Elyesha hooked her ankles around Ben’s waist as he strode through the castle’s crumbling entrance. For a fleeting moment, she wished it had retained its former glory, but her ancestors had allowed the magnificent stronghold to fall into ruins centuries ago.

Besides, it didn’t matter where she had Ben. So long as she had him. And soon – she would have him forever.

In the Great Hall, with its soaring arches and remnants of ancient grandeur in the carved four poster bed, he paused and she slowly slithered from his grasp. “What shall we do now?” she said, tilting her head to one side and allowing her long hair to tumble provocatively over her shoulder. She traced one finger over the hard ridge of his erection and hid a smile as Ben clenched his jaw.

“No suggestions?” She raised one eyebrow and trailed her finger over his groin and toward his chest. She didn’t know why he fought against her some nights. What did he hope to achieve? Sooner or later, she’d get her way and then he would see how foolish all his protestations had been. “Perhaps I’ll strip you naked,” she suggested, loosening the ties on his scarlet linen shirt.

He didn’t reply, except to give the merest grunt of a laugh. She tugged his open shirt from his britches and admired his perfectly sculpted chest, before sliding the shirt over his shoulders and along his finely muscled arms.

“Enjoying yourself?” There was a rasp to his voice, as if he tried to deny the rising desire between them.

She shot him an exasperated glance. “I intend to enjoy myself far more before this night’s over.” She tugged at the fastenings at his crotch, deliberately prolonging the procedure as she massaged his rigid shaft. Occasionally she found Ben’s inhuman self-control infuriating, but even that didn’t matter. Because, in the end, he always succumbed.

But sometimes, she wished for the early years. Before Ben had rebelled against their relationship. Before his misguided sense of honor had risen its unwelcome head and corroded their perfect world.

Impatiently she thrust the thought aside. She admired his honor, but had no intention of destroying what they had at its altar.

“So long as you’re enjoying yourself.” Ben’s sardonic comment penetrated her thoughts, and wet heat flared deep in her pussy at the look on his face. He was no longer rigid with self-control but lust, and his eyes glowed with rising desire. “I exist for your amusement, Elyesha.”

She ripped the last fastening free and dragged his pants down his muscled legs. “Never forget that.” Her voice was uneven, her heart hammering against her breast. How could he do this to her, after so many years? She had only to think of him to want him, had only to see him to desire him. And when he teased her, she knew in her heart she would willingly die for him.

If she was only given the chance.

He hauled her to her feet. “And now it’s your turn to entertain me.” There was no hint of reluctance in his eyes now. Only love. For her. She wrapped the knowledge around her heart and knew it wouldn’t be long before Ben made the final commitment to her.