Monday, September 28, 2026

The Whispers of the Pale Witch Playlist #Horror #ParanormalThriller




My playlists aren’t just for me to get into a mood. They’re for me to hold onto that mood as long as I can while I’m writing my books. 

Here’s the playlist from my multi-award-winning novel, Whispers of the Pale Witch, the novel that kicks off the Beckett Coven series on September 29th. 

It’s a story four hundred years in the making. Shall we begin?

“Ave Maria”, artist Tommee Profitt - Whispers starts off with a woman digging in a cemetery in the middle of the night. Her torso appears as if it’s a disembodied specter hovering above a thick breath of fog. The body that’s being dug up is someone who greatly harmed our villain. This version of “Ave Maria” is super creepy and totally captures that weird, surreal moment. 
Key Lyrics: “Ave Maria (Hail Mary)…Sancta Maria(Holy Mary),…ora pro nobis peccatoribus (pray for us sinners), Nunc et in hora mortis nostrae (now and at the hour of our death).” 

“Thunder”, artist Imagine Dragons - Kylie Beckett arrives in Salem during a thunderstorm. It’s a hopeful and bittersweet moment as she makes her way toward her great-aunt’s home. They were supposed to finally meet in person during the upcoming Halloween season, but Hester Beckett died unexpectedly in August. Now Kylie has moved to Salem and is about to start a new job as a forensics photographer for the local sheriff’s department. 
Key lyrics: “Just a young gun with a quick fuse…I was dreaming of bigger things and want to leave my old life behind…I was lightning before the thunder…Who do you think you are?...Lightning, then the thunder.”

“mary madgalena”, artist FKA twigs - I liked this song because of the strange noises at the beginning. They sound almost like chimes until they meld into a voice that splits into multiple voices. The lyrics don’t totally match what happens overnight at the Beckett house, but “coming closer to me…until we collide”, evokes the creepiness of one particular scene. 
Key Lyrics: “A woman’s touch, a sacred geometry. I know where you start, where you end, how to please, how to curse…I’m fever for the fire…Come just a little bit closer to me…Step just a bit closer to me…’til we collide.”

“WITCH”, artist Delilah Bon - This song is very aggressive and angry. The villain in the Beckett Coven series is consumed by the past and wants revenge against the people she feels abandoned her. 
Key Lyrics: “They just want to burn me like a witch…I feel the rage of women on fire…to those who called her a liar.”

“People Are Strange”, artist The Doors - Kylie Beckett spends her first morning jogging through Salem’s streets until she enters an outdoor mall and finds some quirky residents, including her new boss, Sheriff Moira Burrows. There’s also irony in this song because the locals know exactly who the Becketts are. Anyone who’s ever visited Salem may recognize what Kylie is experiencing. Stay weird and strange, Salem.
Key Lyrics: “People are strange, when you’re a stranger…When you’re strange, faces come out of the rain…No one remembers your name when you’re strange.” 

“America’s Sweetheart”, artist Ellie King – Later that night Kylie meets Sarah Griggs, a young witch who’s a just a little bit naughty. She helps Kylie get her bearings and tells her the truth about witchcraft and witches. Before the night is over, Sarah ends up going home with Kylie. 
Key Lyrics: “No, there ain’t nothing I got to prove…You try to change me, you can go to hell. Cause I don’t want to be nobody else…Fire in the hole. Gonna lose control tonight…I’m not America’s sweetheart.”

“A Little Wicked”, artist Valerie Broussard - Another great witchy song. It’s eerie, feminist, and captures the sexy wickedness of my Salem’s fictional rival covens. 
Key Lyrics: “That’s what I am. No one calls you honey, when you’re sitting on a throne…I am a little wicked.”

“Haute”, artist Janelle Monae – Black occult shop owner Finlay Williams is estranged from the love of her life, Elizabeth Ingersoll. She holds a terrible secret and hopes if she can share the truth, it will bring Elizabeth back to her. Before Elizabeth arrives at the shop, Finlay tries to puff up her confidence while she checks her makeup and outfit in the mirror. I think this song perfectly captures that moment. 
Key Lyrics: “They say I look good. They say I look haute. They say I look pretty. Can’t tell me I’m not. I’m feeling so sexy.”

“Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered”, artist Sinead O’Connor - Finlay has an impressive record collection in her apartment behind her shop. She puts this song on when she and Elizabeth sit down to talk. Elizabeth finds it very distracting as Finlay hums along to the music. This is such a crazy, sexy version of the song, and I would find it seductively distracting, too, even if we had a falling out. 
Key Lyrics: “Like a daisy I awake…I’m wild again, beguiled again…Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I…Lately I’ve not slept a wink…I’ve sinned a lot, I mean a lot…When [she] talks, [she] is seeking words to get off [her] chest. Horizontally speaking, [she]’s at [her] very best.”

“Sinnerman”, artist Nina Simone - On the night before Autumn Equinox, things go off the rails in Salem. I liked this song because it captures some of the frenzy that’s happening as everyone separates and has to navigate complete confusion and shock on their own. 
Key Lyrics: “Oh, Sinnerman, where you gonna run to?...Well I run to the rock, please hide me…But the rock cried out, I can’t hide you…all along dem day…So I run to the river. It was bleedin’, I run to the sea…It was boilin’…Please hide me, Lord…I ran to the Devil. He was waitin’…Don’t you know that I need you Lord?”

“Psycho Killer”, artist Talking Heads - Our villain is not well, and this seems to be a very tongue in cheek way of getting into that sociopathic part of her character after she kills someone and runs off to hide in the woods.
Key Lyrics: “Don’t touch me cause I’m a real live wire. Psycho killer…better run run run run run away…We are vain and we are blind. I hate people when they are not polite…run away.”

“Rest”, artist Alanis Morisette - This song is about coping with addiction. It also fits with avoiding the hidden, painful parts of ourselves that we all carry around. It’s all that stuff that we don’t notice until it just gets to be too much. There are several characters who don’t realize they are at a breaking point. 
Key Lyrics: “The more I take, the less comfort I know…Can we cut this woman some slack?...Aren’t we all hovering around the same end?...God rest, God please rest our souls.”

“All the Things She Said”, artist t.A.T.u. - I feel like this song captures a bit of what Kylie must be feeling in her new relationship with Sarah. There’s the whirlwind of moving to an unfamiliar place, meeting someone who might be the love of your life, and then suddenly Kylie is photographing her first murder. It also mirrors the manic thoughts going through our villain’s mind. 
Key Lyrics: “All the things she said running through my head…I’m in serious shit, I feel totally lost…Being with you has opened my eyes…I keep closing my eyes, but I can’t block you out…This is not enough...Yes, I’ve lost my mind.”

“Wytches Chant”, artist Inkubus Sukkubus – The next night is the Autumnal Equinox and all the witches in Salem are celebrating this Sabbat. It is the mid-point of fall and a time to seek balance. This song is a chant invoking goddesses’ names, but very specific ones. They are the ones who embody change and transitions. Several of them wander between the veil of the living and the ancestral dead. Ancestors will become more and more important as the Beckett Coven series progresses. 
Key Lyrics: “Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna.” Isis and Hekate are goddesses of magic. Diana is the goddess of the hunt. Astarte, Demeter, Kali, and Inanna embody warfare and maternal powers.

“Crazy in Love”, artist Sofia Karlberg - This is a very slow and haunting version of the song. Finlay and Elizabeth have gone to the forest to celebrate Equinox. Elizabeth reveals her secret which causes Finlay to invoke The Great Rite, a Wiccan ritual of healing. But the way Finlay invokes it is specifically about using sex as a healing mechanism. When they finish their rituals, Finlay confesses her secret to Elizabeth who is shocked and infuriated by it.
Key Lyrics: “When you leave I’m begging you not to go…Just how your love can do what no one else can. Got me looking so crazy right now…Got me hoping you’ll save me right now.”

“Witch”, artist Karliene - This is another dark song. It’s about men accusing women of being witches in order to mask their own shortcomings. Our villain uses Equinox not to find balance, but to level several curses at her enemies.
Key Lyrics: “We dance with the Devil…we’ll make you tremble…you best be careful…You bitch, you’re a witch, you’re the reason for all my sins…we cannot suffer you to live.”

“Savage Daughter”, artist Sarah Hester Ross - As Kylie learns more about her family and what she has truly inherited from Hester, this song is very appropriate. 
Key Lyrics: “I am my mother’s savage daughter… She looks for her omens…in the curve of old bones…My mother’s child dances in darkness… I will not lower my voice…we are all brought forth through darkness…And deep in our bones, the old songs are waking.”

“Grounds”, artist Idles – There are plenty of reasons for Kylie to be angry and frustrated at this point. She channels all that anger into trying to save her new-found family from the person she sees as an evil force. 
Key Lyrics: “Do you hear that thunder? That’s the strength in numbers…Not a single thing has ever been mended by you standing there and saying you’re offended.”

“BURN THE WITCH”, artist Pvris - Our villain is barreling toward the point of no return. She remembers what her former coven members did to her and what they took from her. 
Key Lyrics: “There’s blood on the walls. There’s spirits in the doors… Naked in the street. Shirtless fucking freak… Oh, ya I’m famous… Burn, burn, burn the witch.”

“Dragula”, artist Rob Zombie - As the witches find the location where our villain is hiding, this song embodies the frenetic moments as they fight to stop her.
Key Lyrics: “Dead I am the sky watchin’ angels cry…Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches…Dead I am the pool spreading from the fool.”

“Song To the Sirens”, artist This Mortal Coil - This song is about mariners lost at sea. Many of Elizabeth’s ancestors were Salem mariners, so I felt this captures the moment perfectly as she struggles to stay alive.
Key Lyrics: “Did I dream you dreamed about me?...Now my foolish boat is leaning…I’m as puzzled as the newborn child…Should I stand amid the breakers? Or should I lie with death, my bride?...Swim to me, let me enfold you. Here I am. Waiting to hold you.”

“Chasing Cars”, artist Tommee Profitt - This is a sweet and emotionally dramatic version of the song. Everyone is trying to recover from what they just went through and move toward something new.
Key Lyrics: “Just forget the world… All that I am. All that I ever was is here in your perfect eyes…Just know that these things will never change for us at all.”

“Dancing Lessons”, artist Sinead O’Connor - The book ends with a joyous moment. But, of course, nothing can be completely okay while there’s still a cursed object left untended.
Key Lyrics: “I wanna go dancing darling…You’re so happy and so glad you found me…Long time I’ve been dreaming of you. May this dream come true…Can this really exist…Take my rainy days and make them go away…On this journey may the good lord guide us and may the goddess dance beside us.”

“Season of the Witch”, artist Lana Del Rey - The beginning of the Beckett Coven starts at the end of the season of the witch. Whispers of the Pale Witch’s shock ending is a reminder for everyone to always look over your shoulder while you are in Salem.
Key Lyrics: “When I look over my shoulder, what do you think I see?...Strange. So strange…It must be the season of the witch.”

“DARKSIDE”, artist NEONI - We all have our dark and our light side. Which side will each member of the Beckett Coven choose?
Key Lyrics: “Do you want to meet all my monsters?...There’s no heroes or villains in this place. Just shadows that dance in my headspace…My devils, they whisper in my ear…Welcome to my dark side.”

Welcome to my dark side. I hope you enjoy my book, Whispers of the Pale Witch! Learn more at BeckettCoven.com










Whispers of the Pale Witch 
Beckett Coven Series
Book One
S.A. Sizemore

Genre: Horror/Paranormal Thriller
Publisher: Rowan Prose Publishing
Date of Publication: September 29, 2026
ISBN: 978-1-961967-99-1
ASIN: B0FTBTKG9J
Number of pages: 398
Word Count: 98,000
Cover Artist: Kelly Moran

Tagline: Shall we begin?

Book Description: 

Some secrets should just stay buried. 

After the sudden death of her great-aunt, Kylie Beckett lands her dream job as a forensic photographer in the small seaside town where she was born. But once there, a series of murders and the theft of a dangerous relic force Kylie to uncover the dark truth about her ancestors. 

With the help of newfound family, she learns to harness unconscious powers to stop the vengeful and unstable Pale Witch before she unleashes a demonic spirit on Salem, Massachusetts once again. 

Shall we begin?

Excerpt 2 from Chapter 3

Elizabeth was distracted. This is just so damn overwhelming, she thought as she studied Kylie’s face.

The last time they were both on this porch, Elizabeth held her small toddler hand and tried not to cry as they hugged goodbye. Now, Kylie Beckett was a grown woman standing in the doorway some twenty years later. Elizabeth waited decades for this moment, but it felt unexpectedly awkward and strange.

Kylie had the same caramel complexion and bright smile of her African American father, along with a feminine version of his athletic build. Her mother’s Anglo-Saxon features were also apparent in her soft reddish-brown hair and intense amber eyes. She looked rather androgynous without any makeup or earrings. Her t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers were more appropriate for Southern California this time of year than the coming New England autumn.

The rain poured down hard on the porch roof.

“You can come inside if you like.” Kylie motioned for her to move forward.

Elizabeth glanced past the front door towards the cellar. A pained look flashed over her eyes. “It was me.” She touched a tiny bronze cylinder hanging from a chain around her neck. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t completely honest. I was the one who found Hester after the heart attack. I haven't been able to step foot in the house since.”

There was an awkward pause between them.

Kylie was thrown upon meeting Elizabeth. After their phone conversations, she had pictured someone quite different. Instead of the frumpy, busy-body white woman she imagined her to be, Elizabeth was by far one of the most strikingly beautiful women she’d ever met. It was strange, though. She felt familiar, like a childhood friend, not just a recent acquaintance.

“I meant to be here when you arrived.” Elizabeth tapped some raindrops from her umbrella again. “My assistant only just told me you called. We had a very busy Friday afternoon.” She pointed to the left of the doorframe. “The switch for the porch light is on the wall just by the coat hook.”

Kylie leaned over to flick it on. The porch became bathed in a warm glow as if the house was coming back to life. A moth tapped on the ceiling lamp after missing its warmth.

“When do you start your new job?” Elizabeth asked.

“Monday.” Kylie brightened. “Thank you so much for the introduction. I’m really looking forward to it.”

A warm smile crept across her mouth as Elizabeth noticed the tiny, white seashell on a black cord around Kylie’s neck. More emotions rose inside her.

“I'm sorry.” Kylie rubbed her eyes. She didn’t want to seem inhospitable, but she was very tired. “It took a few days to get here, and I still need to pull some stuff out of the car before I get to bed.”

“Of course. Of course.” Elizabeth nodded in agreement. “Can I help you?”

“Oh, no worries.” Kylie peered out at the rain and then back at Elizabeth’s impressive heels and expensive suit. She waved her hand. “I've got it. Just bringing in a couple of things.” She paused for extra emphasis as she said, “I really do appreciate everything you've done for me over the last few weeks.”

Elizabeth thought her heart was going to break right there and then. Her fingers fumbled around in her vest pocket and fished out a white business card. She handed it to Kylie. “Here’s my contact info again in case you need anything. I'll have my assistant set up a time for us to talk. Maybe The Roof on Sunday for brunch?” She opened her umbrella, but the showers magically abated as she descended the porch steps.

“Sounds fun.” Kylie nodded in agreement, not having a clue what The Roof was.

“And we can discuss the lawsuit,” Elizabeth said as she walked down the path.

“W-wait, what?” Kylie stuttered. “What lawsuit?”

“I emailed you about it.” Elizabeth turned slightly. “Beulah Prudaetor is contesting your aunt's trust. But don't worry. She can't take this place from you. I'll make sure of that.”

“But...” Kylie moved forward and wrapped a hand around the white porch post. She looked past Elizabeth at the neighborhood beyond. She liked this place. Loved its quirkiness. Hester’s house already felt like home, even though she’d only been there for a few minutes.

The stress on Kylie’s face drew Elizabeth back to the porch. “Please don't worry about it right now. Go in and get a good night's rest.” Then, she broke her promise and said what she had planned to hold back. “You look so much like your father and so very much like your mother.”

“You knew them?” Kylie asked while startled and curious by the sudden compliment. “You knew my mother? I never did.”

“I know.” Elizabeth pushed down her emotions and patted Kylie's hand. “You get settled in. There will be plenty to talk about and lots of time in which to do it...now that you’re back.”

Before Kylie could see her cry, Elizabeth walked out to the rain-soaked street. She got into her brand-new, white, electric sedan and drove off.

Kylie was alone again on the porch.

The rain paused long enough for her to run out to her hatchback and bring in a few boxes. Before going inside, she picked up the business card she had set down on the porch railing and read it aloud, “Elizabeth Ingersoll, Esq.”

There was so much to focus on in such a short time. Kylie hadn’t noticed the surname until now. Ingersoll was her mother's last name.

“Elizabeth is family.”

 

 

 


About the Author:

Drawn to playwriting from an early age, S.A. Sizemore began writing professionally while studying English and theater arts in college. After producing several plays regionally in Southern California, Sizemore pivoted to the themed entertainment industry. Whispers of the Pale Witch is the first installment of the Beckett Coven series inspired by Sizemore’s ancestral connection to the Salem Witch Trials. She is a full member of the Dramatists Guild of America, proud member of the LGBTQ+ community, European and Cherokee/Chickahominy decent, and resides in California with her wife and two dogs, Agatha and Harry.









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Thursday, September 24, 2026

Release Day Blitz: The CUPID Dating Agency by Celia Breslin


The CUPID Dating Agency
Angel Romance Collection 
Books 1-4
Celia Breslin 

MEDDLING MATCHMAKERS LEAD TO HEAVENLY STEAM.

Four celestial warriors. Four potential mates. One tempting collection.

Welcome to The CUPID Dating Agency…

A WARRIOR’S KISS

The cupids nudge a stoic warrior and a commitment-shy introvert in the direction of true love, but hundreds of Hell’s servants intent on destruction and mayhem stand in their way…

Grumpy Sunshine * Opposites Attract * He Falls First

“A wild ride of action and sexy times!” —Virginia Nelson, USA Today Bestselling Author

A DEMON’S EMBRACE

With hell beasties on a rampage, the cupids team up a snarky rogue demon with a by-the book warrior-class angel for a partnership that might extend far beyond one job for Heaven.

Enemies to Lovers * Secret Crush * Forced Proximity

“Zara is a total badass, and I love Stryker’s banter and snarkiness. A marvelous read!”—Georgia Lyn Hunter, author of Fallen Guardians & Warlords of Empyrea series

AN ANGEL’S OBSESSION

Ordered by the cupids, a duty-bound angel must work with a Celtic storm god to resolve the mayhem he caused on Earth and in the Underworld, but that’s nothing compared to the god being her ex-boyfriend…

Second Chance * Forced Proximity * Immortal Pining

“A super-enjoyable read. Love the characters and the world!”—C. J. Burright, author of Druid Cursed & the Dreamcaster series

AN ANGEL’S TREASURE

When the meddling cupids try to keep a warrior angel and his baker bestie apart, it may take a miracle—or hundreds of party-crashing wendigos—to flip the friends into lovers…

Friends to Lovers * Secret Crush * Slow Burn

“Angelic sex was never so sinful, highly recommend!” —Virginia Nelson, USA Today Bestselling Author

The CUPID Dating Agency is a multi-author novella series intended for adult readers. This collection brings together all four CUPID Dating Agency stories by Celia Breslin, featuring wicked-smart heroines, big-hearted alphas, supernatural shenanigans, and steamy romance. Grab your copy today!


Excerpts

 

A Warrior’s Kiss, Collection Story #1 in the novella collection:

 (Nicky and Zeke’s First Meet)

 

“Think he’s dead?” The whispered question quieted his internal whining.

Nice voice. Soft and smooth, like velvet. Feminine. Clearly, he wasn’t alone.

“He sure looks dead.” A second woman replied, louder and with a chuckle.

He suppressed a scowl and kept his eyes closed. She thinks this is funny?

Bodies shifted behind whatever his head had cracked into, edging closer to either side of him.

“There’s no blood, though,” she of the velvet voice murmured. “Shouldn’t there be blood? […].”

She came to a halt near his head, her body heat and peaches-and-honey scent saturating his senses. He should open his peepers and say something, see if the female looked as good as she sounded and smelled.

Shit. Where had that reaction come from? He had no room in his life for a woman, especially not a mortal woman.

“Maybe we should check for a pulse,” the one Peaches had called Maya suggested.

“I’m not touching his body.”

Fast reply from Peaches. Jesus, did he look so horrible? And double Jesus, why did her opinion matter? He must have hit his head harder than he imagined.

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A Demon’s Embrace, Collection Story #2

(Stryker and Zara's Slow Burn)

Location: Charon's boat, River Styx, the Underworld...

 

The boat heaved upward as if struck from below, sending her airborne. Before she could conjure her wings, Stryker shot up and snatched her around the waist, hauling them both to the deck.

Flat on his back with her sprawled atop his hard body, he grinned, much too pleased with himself for her liking. “Told you it gets rough,” he shouted over the rush of water. “I never lie to you, Angel Face.”

“That in itself is a lie,” she shot back, wedging her fingers in the gaps between the bone flooring and gripping tight while the chopping river tossed their ride.

He laughed but the sound was lost in the great roar of the river.

“Buckle up, baby.” Stryker held her tight to his chest. The boat bucked upward and bashed down, again and again. Freezing water sprayed everywhere, drenching them in seconds.

Cheek to cheek, Stryker clutched her close with a hand cupping her head and one massive arm banded around her torso. “Hang on Angel Cake, I’ve got you.” Warmth slid into her quivering body, a soothing heat wafting from the demon. “Nice trick, right?” he murmured into her ear, lips grazing her skin.

Teeth chattering, she didn’t reply, too caught up in the sensation of his surprisingly soft lips on the shell of her ear.

Desire danced through her, followed fast by denial. No. Please, no. Eternal enemy. Archnemesis. But her treacherous body relaxed against his.

“Yes, baby. That’s it.” His hand slid to her nape, and he exhaled against the sensitive skin of her neck, setting off a flurry of butterflies in her stomach.

Nothing good could come of a tryst with a demon. It didn’t matter how loudly the hum chimed in her, or how wonderful his hard body felt under hers, they couldn’t possibly—

Oh, no, now his clever fingers kneaded the knots in her muscles, massaging the tension from her neck and shoulders, making her melt.

His warm lips brushed her ear once again. “Angel…”

Lord help her, she wanted him.

 

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An Angel’s Obsession, story #3

(Luke and Elle’s First Re-meet)

 

Luke was cannon-balled out of slumber by the sudden presence of one hundred-and-fifty pounds of hound landing on his back.

Facedown atop a supremely soft mattress with his arms stretched wide and his head hanging off the foot of the bed, it took him a second to rally his speech center. “What the actual bloody hell, Bolt?”

Bolt ignored him, bouncing around Luke’s body, pitching him side to side, up, down, up, down.

“For feck’s sake.” What the double bloody hell was Bolt on about with all the yapping and yipping and bashing of Luke’s kidneys with his big paws?

Luke rolled onto his back. “Enough, Bolt. Sit.”

Bolt whined and smacked one large paw down upon Luke’s bare chest. Ouch. “Duuude,” he drawled. “Chill.”

Fingers snapped, silencing his dog lickety-split.

Who possessed the ability to boss his animal around and convince the stubborn bugger to obey?

Only one person in any dimension wielded this kind of puppy power. But no, it can’t be her.

With his heartbeat jackhammering in his chest, he sucked in a deep breath, soaking in the unique floral scent of the woman who broke his rarely used heart, hoping this was no mere post-party hallucination.

“Gabrielle,” he whispered. God’s messenger and elite warrior, the angel he’d admired and cherished. “Elle.” The woman he’d let down, and who ultimately walked away.

A grin spread over his face.

“Angel baby. You’re here.” He cranked open his eyelids to gaze up at her in wonder.

Lightning crackled in the depths of her glittering green eyes as she loomed over him, her unhappy expression promising pain. Yep, his angel was clearly not as thrilled as he was about this unexpected reunion.

A snarl escaped his angel’s throat, and her arm shot downward, her fingers of steel snagging him by the throat and squeezing his windpipe.

“Luke.” She uttered his name as if it were the vilest curse word in any dimension, then lifted him with little effort and slammed him up against the wall…

 

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An Angel’s Treasure, Story #4

(Raz and Maya in the Friend Zone)

 

Maya smacked into a wall of muscle.

“Raz!” She palmed his hunky chest and pushed.

He didn’t budge. Instead, he covered her hands with his much larger ones, trapping them against his pecs while he backed her against the fridge.

 

“Move.” Wow, that order came out more like a question, and good grief, could her voice sound any wispier? All breathy and needy? But damn it, touching him was doing all sorts of lusty things to her insides, again, and they were not in the right place or time to be—

Wait. Hold the horniness. There was never a right time for them. Friends. Friend Zone. The platonic zone.

Raz towered over her, his pretty eyes practically searing into her soul. “Hey, you all right?” His warm, warm fingers stroked the backs of her hands while the cold metal of the fridge sent goosies down her spine.

“I’ll be fine.” She yanked her hands out from under his and attempted to skirt around him, but he planted his stupid big hands against the fridge on either side of her, towering over her, caging her in.

Damn it, he smelled so good, like clove, pine, and citrus. “I need to check on the cookies.”

“No, you don’t. You just put in that batch.”

“Again, I ask, what do you know about baking? Zip, that’s what.”

“As much as I enjoy our banter, TT, something is up, and we’re not moving until you tell me.”

His expression softened. “Let me help.”

“I’m not some problem you need to fix.” She ducked under his arm. This time, he let her go, much to her relief. And to no small amount of disappointment.

She busied herself arranging the cooled batch of cookies on a platter.

“Maya.”

Oh, man. He said her actual name instead of one of the bazillion nicknames he seemed to have for her. She nibbled on the side of her lip and tore her gaze off the cookie pile to face the source of her never-ending torment.

Brow furrowed, he stared down at her, concern clear in his eyes. They always darkened to forest green when he was upset, which was a rare occurrence for the upbeat, positive man. Except when he was in battle mode, like the time a bunch of creatures from Hell invaded Petaluma, and Raziel made his fiery sword appear out of nowhere then killed every scary monster that tried to attack her—

Raz tapped her forehead with his index finger. “You’re thinking very hard. Too hard for a party. What’s going on in that clever mind of yours?”

“Nothing.”

“Mm-hm.” He scanned her face. “You have a little something on your…” His gaze locked onto her cheek, and before she could so much as blink, he stroked his thumb over her skin, right near her lips.

Lips that wanted to be kissed sooooo damn badly. By him.

Shit. She grabbed his wrist and opened her mouth to lay into him as hard as her bantering skills would allow, to stop herself before she snaked her hands around his neck and tugged his face closer to hers to kiss—

Chimes trilled.

The air around them warmed.

Fireworks burst to life near the vaulted ceiling, and a scroll winked into existence in an explosion of pink and gold sparkles.

Holy sugar sprinkles. The cupids had crashed the party.


About the Author:

Celia Breslin lives in San Francisco, California, USA, with her family, including three feisty felines who like to stalk across her keyboard while she’s hard at work crafting urban fantasy, sci-fi and paranormal romances. Her current creature obsessions are wolf shifters, the Fae, vampires, warrior-class angels, and cyborgs, and her action-packed stories include some of her favorite tropes: fated mates, second chance, grumpy sunshine, opposites attract, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, and more.

When not glued to her laptop, Celia likes to work out, read books (of course!), hang with her family, and binge-watch sci-fi and fantasy TV shows and movies. Matcha lattes keep her fueled for All The Life Stuff!

Website: http://www.celiabreslin.com       









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Thursday, September 10, 2026

Pre-Order Blitz - Lunar Seductions: A Limited-Edition Collection of Paranormal and Fantasy Romance Stories #Shifters #PNR



Lunar Seductions
A Limited-Edition Collection of Paranormal and Fantasy Romance Stories

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Fantasy Romance
Publisher: Carnal Imprint
Date of Publication: October 6, 2026 
ISBN: 1230010323847
ASIN: B0HHBR6G1N

Book Description:

When the moon rises, desire follows.

Some lovers are chosen.
Some are destined.
And some are the kind you should run from, but where would be the fun in that?

Lunar Seductions brings together nine steamy tales of supernatural desire, dangerous attraction, and romance that refuses to play by mortal rules.

Lose yourself among shifters, monsters, psychics, goddesses, and other creatures of the night. Meet lovers bound by fate, trapped by circumstance, divided by old grudges, or drawn together despite every reason to stay apart.

There are secrets to uncover, enemies to tempt, boundaries to cross, and more than a few teeth and claws waiting in the dark.

Give in to temptation.

The moon won't tell.

Including stories by:
Stephanie Morris - USA Today bestselling author
Charmaine Louise Shelton
Nadine D. Price
Danika LaRue
Kiera Rose
Peyton Lawson
Celia Breslin
Ravyn Wilde
Ryan L Reeve 

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Diamond Moon Rising by Celia Breslin

Her wolf wants him. Her human side wants out.

After her last shift nearly kills her, human-wolf hybrid Darci has had enough—it’s time to stop shifting once and for all. Armed with a cryptic note from her dead shifter dad, she sets out in search of his mythical hometown in the wilds of Rogue Valley, Oregon, hoping Dad is right, and the shifters there might help.

As a dominant beta and pack protector, Ross is never taken by surprise…until a half-wolf half-human pixie with the biggest green eyes he’s ever seen lands on his doorstep. It’s rare for strangers to venture into their world—rarer still for a fated mate to literally fall into your arms. But she did, and he recognizes her immediately as his one and only.

Darci isn’t sure about the whole mate business. She just wants a normal human life, free from shifting. Ross won’t give up on her wolf and tries to help her accept her true nature and their mate bond. But the Full Moon is three days away, threatening Darci with a potentially deadly shift, and certain pack members would rather kill a human than help one. Darci might not survive long enough to trust Ross with her heart.

Excerpt from Diamond Moon Rising by Celia Breslin  

A thump from outside on his deck, heavier than the staccato taps of the hail, halted him in his foyer. More offbeat thuds sounded near the front door.

Company in this weather?

No one would venture up his private road uninvited…

He stalked to his door and released a bit of power in warning. If they were a shifter, they would likely take the hint. And if they didn’t… Well, he was a dominant wolf, a Beta, and one of the alpha’s enforcers.

They don’t stand a chance.

The feedback froze his fingers on the doorknob.

Female.

He inhaled. Damn, she smells good.

Human. Wolf.

Wait…both?

The copper tang of blood hit his nose. She’s injured.

He flung open the door and caught his visitor off guard, one small, white fist raised to knock. The woman startled then fell forward. Ross caught her in his arms then pulled her inside, kicking the door shut with one booted foot.

The petite female sagged against him, a shivering bundle of sopping wet woman. Underneath the dampness, her scent drop-kicked his gut.

Fresh and sweet, like apples dipped in cinnamon and honey.

His body perked up, taking extreme notice. A growl of possession threatened to tear out of his throat, and an ancient, primal energy stirred to life inside him, accelerating his pulse.

Holy hell, she’s my potential mate.

The scent of her blood spurred him into action. He lowered her gently to the floor. “Are you okay?”

His instincts urged him to check her for wounds everywhere, but he was a stranger and didn’t want to spook her. But goddamn, he wanted to touch her. Peel off her wet clothes. To see all of her and warm her with his body.

With a jacket covering her torso, baggy jeans hiding her legs, and a ball cap pulled low over her face, all he could see so far was her quivering pale chin, full red lips, and delicate, trembling fingers peeking out from her coat sleeves.

“S-s-sorry, d-dripping all ov-v-ver your f-f-floor,” she said, her teeth chattering.

Her snow-white fingers curled into fists, her arms trembling with the effort to keep herself upright. Blood droplets dotted the floor plank near her hip.

To hell with propriety. “You’re injured. Let me help you.” He pulled up her cap and damn near swallowed his tongue.

Big green eyes blinked up at him from a face so pale it made him think of moonlight. Drenched, short black hair lay plastered to her head, the ends framing features reminiscent of the fairies his sister loved to draw.

Ethereal beauty. Want her to be my beauty.

She flinched and batted his hand away. “Stop,” she rasped before listing to her side, her body trembling.

With the cold or fear?

He desperately didn’t want her to be afraid. “Sorry. Please, let me help you. I’m Ross. You’re safe here. I promise.”


About the Author:

Celia Breslin lives in San Francisco, California, USA, with her family, including three feisty felines who like to stalk across her keyboard while she’s hard at work crafting urban fantasy, sci-fi and paranormal romances. Her current creature obsessions are wolf shifters, the Fae, vampires, warrior-class angels, and cyborgs, and her action-packed stories include some of her favorite tropes: fated mates, second chance, grumpy sunshine, opposites attract, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, and more.

When not glued to her laptop, Celia likes to work out, read books (of course!), hang with her family, and binge-watch sci-fi and fantasy TV shows and movies. Matcha lattes keep her fueled for All The Life Stuff!

Website: http://www.celiabreslin.com       











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