I’m pleased to share with everyone a guest blog from authonr Jennifer LaRose, as well as a a special sneak peek at her book, Phantom Mischief.
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Hi Everyone,
I’d like to introduce you to a multiple author, paranormal seriesย I’m involved in. It’s titled, Emerald Isle Fantasies, and it’s set inย enchanted Ireland at a haunted castle/hotel. There’s ghosts, witches,ย wolf shifters, griffin shifters, time travel, as well as vampires andย much more. Each story was created to stand-alone, so there’s isn’t anyย reading sequence. Theย following books are currently available throughย Ellora’s Cave, as well as Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and other numerousย ebook sellers. They’re receiving some really great reviews.
Phantom Mischief – Quick Blurb: Swept off to Ireland by her fiancรฉ for a fairytale vacation, Shanna ends up stranded and alone. Heartbroken, she crumples into the arms ofย Castle Tullamore’s handsome and overly-endowed gardener, Niall. When aย determined, dark apparition begins stalking her, Niall realizes it mayย be the key to their destiny. ~
A few more books from the series will be releasing soon! We’re very, very excited about them!ย To give you a little taste of our setting, this is the castle we used for Castle Tullamore’s inspiration:
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Emerald Isle Fantasies: Series Blurb:
It’s been a pleasure chatting with you! Come and ‘friend’ me on facebook. https://www.facebook.com/jennifer.gallschmidlin
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Phantom Mischief/ Book #1 in the Emerald Isle Fantasies series
(Genre: Erotic Paranormal)
Blurb:
Shanna is thrilled when her fiancรฉ sweeps her off to Ireland for a romantic interlude and asks her to marry him at Castle Tullamore. But their sexual adventure quickly turns into a nightmare when he reveals his dark side. With the engagement broken and her fiancรฉ gone, she crumples into the arms of Tullamoreโs handsome gardener, Niall. He proves how hot, sensual and mind-blowing sex can be. Itโs unsettling, though, how he manages to distance himself after making love. In fact, he downright disappears!
Niall mourns the death of his beloved Abigail until he sees Shanna. He falls in love with the gorgeous American but fears his heart will surely be broken again. They canโt stay together, not in the manner Shanna needs. But when a determined, dark apparition begins stalking her, Niall realizes it may be the key to their destiny.
Inside scoop: In one red-hot scene, Niall introduces Shanna to the joys of spanking.
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Authors Bio:
Jennifer LaRose resides in Ohio, where she was born and raised. Sheโs surrounded by loving family and friends whose charm and wit never cease to amaze her. They serve as the backbone, encouragement and inspiration to her writing career. Jennifer works full-time in the healthcare field, plays the non-stop domestic role and writes during every available moment in between. She is multi-published, writes in other genres and loves to receive mail from her readers.
Author Links:
http://www.jenniferschmidlin.com/
https://www.facebook.com/jennifer.gallschmidlin
www.jennyschmidlin.blogspot.com
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Excerpt
ย Iโm out of here. Today. Shanna grabbed her purse, threw a lightweight sweater over her shoulders, yanked Derekโs suitcase off the floor then left the room. Sheโd barely slept a wink all night. And spending the evening crouched in a corner, starving, scared half to death because she didnโt understand what was happening and wrapped in a blanket with her head covered wasnโt her idea of comfort. Sure, she enjoyed every moment of the sexual encounters, but realistically, that type of thing only happened on TV. Why had it happened to her?
ย ย ย ย Sheโd tried calling Adrienne at 2:00 a.m. to talk through the incidents but she couldnโt obtain any reception from inside the room. No cell phone, no ability to connect to the complimentary Wi-Fi, not even the landline worked, which had kicked the idea of room service to the curb. Talk about feeling entrapped and stranded.
When younger, she and Adrienne believed their house was haunted. Well, it was haunted. Shanna saw a ghost of an old woman to prove it. Sheโd even taken her claim to a psychic who said Shanna had the talent to communicate with spirits. Why in the world would she want to do that?
A talent? Really? It sounded more like an affliction.
Every noise she and Adrienne heard in the closets and every footstep thumping along the hardwood floor between their rooms, theyโd attested to the predictable ghost. Theyโd even gone as far as setting tape recorders in their bedrooms to capture voices. Theyโd never caught any but the thrill was in trying. Then one morning before Shanna crawled out of bed to dress for school, the edge of her blanket lifted and a gnarled hand, like a demon claw, shot beneath the covers and grabbed her thigh. Terrified, she ran from the room screaming. Even though sheโd showed her mom the scratches left on her leg, Mom tried convincing Shanna sheโd done it to herself. That was the last time sheโd mentioned ghosts and demons to her mother and she never again set a tape recorder inside her room.
Grandma, on the other hand, believed Shannaโs episode. Shortly after, sheโd presented Shanna with the bracelet. Grandma said it would keep her safe because itโd been blessed with the greatest strengths of each zodiac sign. Although Shanna didnโt believe metal trinkets could play such an important role in her life because she felt no different whether it was on or off her wrist, she found comfort in Grandmaโs gesture.
What would Adrienne say now if Shanna explained last nightโs encounter with the supernatural? If Shanna had any self-respect left by the time she fled this place, she wouldnโt even mention it.
She slid her sunglasses from the top of her head to her nose to conceal the dark circles under her bloodshot eyeballs. Ugh. As if those werenโt bad enough, her entire genital area was swollen and tender.
Swearing on her life, sheโd had sex with a huge cock. No, she hadnโt seen it, but she didnโt have to. She knew how a sound screwing felt. And just because she couldnโt see it didnโt mean it hadnโt happened. The fact was, sheโd been wide awake. It wasnโt a dream or delirium from lack of nutrition. Nor had she fist-fucked herself. Seriously. To even suggest sheโd do something so atrocious. And she knew sheโd also been fucked on the bed moments prior to that incident. And sheโd tried convincing herself sheโd had a wet dream?
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