Monday, 18 April 2016

Wiccan Haus (Book #15) BOOK BLITZ - Soul of Flame by: Merryn Dexter

Soul of Flame 


Exiled from her clan by a suspicious Queen, Fire Fae Ceara finds peace among the humans and a role within an elite rescue team. Following a tragic accident, the deaths of her team and the loss of her powers, Ceara is sent to the mysterious resort of Wiccan Haus to heal.

Kidnapped, abused and cursed on escape, black jaguar Shimeer Neguar is desperately seeking the cure which will re-unite him with his shifter half. Wiccan Haus is his last hope, but he is horrified to discover his nemesis is also a guest on the island.

When a huge black jaguar attacks Ceara, she hopes for death and an end to her suffering but the shifter fails to bite. The staff on the island want him banished, but understanding Shim has been the victim of another Fae, Ceara intercedes on his behalf and he is permitted to stay, as long as he stays away from her.

The smoke and spice scent of the Fae is driving Shim crazy and he can’t keep away from her. Can he reconcile his feelings and the Fates desire for them to mate with the fact that she is the image of the woman he loathes?

Ceara begins to fear the worst, the magnetic shifter who haunts her thoughts and inflames her passion is the key to a prophesy that threatens her very existence.

Can two broken souls find healing and love at Wiccan Haus or is their fated union the key to their destruction?


A rustle in the grass disturbed her. She raised her hand to shield her eyes, the sun shone high overhead now, dazzling her. Sitting up, she faced the noise and frowned at the tall man prowling through the meadow in her direction.
Jet-black hair lay close to his scalp, and his golden-brown skin glowed in the sun. His body flowed with the inborn grace of a shifter, and thick corded muscle packed his shoulders and arms. Dressed in a white T-shirt and cargo shorts, his bare feet ate up the distance until he paused at the edge of the circle. The lines feathered around his eyes and two deep grooves etched between his dark brows spoke of age and experience. A scruff of beard graced his jaw and upper lip, flecks of silver glinting in the bright sunshine. His jade eyes gave her the final piece in an unwanted puzzle. The jaguar.
Although he remained outside the circle, his presence unnerved her. The hairs on the back of her neck bristled, things long dormant stirring deep in her belly. Rising to her feet, she drew upon every harsh lesson learned at Court. Women of the Emerald did not get intimidated by walking beasts—no matter how attractive. Not possible.
His gaze traced over her naked form, she fought the urge to preen beneath his attention.
“You were told to stay away from me.”
“I was.” His deep voice rumbled in his chest, and her nipples pebbled in response.
Words flooded her mind. Primal, base, earthy. Nothing like the preening fools at Court nor the softer humans she’d met. Hard, strong, resilient. A man worthy to stand beside the daughter of a queen. His presence prickled over her skin like fireflies dancing in a dusky evening sky.
Taking a step forward, he breeched the perimeter of the circle. The energy flowing through her body took on a different resonance. Sharp, fierce power flooded her veins, and she threw her head back, crying out. The world shifted on its axis, the meadow around them altering beyond recognition. The atmosphere thickened, hot and humid with a hint of sulfur. Fronded palms waved in the breeze, choking vines curled around thick trunks, bright tropical flowers spread out before her eyes.

She glanced down, and he stood right there at the foot of the dolmen, his jade eyes glowing. He captured her gaze, held it with ease—not something many men could do—and it ramped up her excitement. He couldn’t be called good-looking, in any conventional sense. His features, too scarred and age battered to be considered pretty, were raw, compelling. She wanted nothing more than to leap from her high perch into his embrace.

Sunday, 17 April 2016

Wiccan Hause (Book # 14) Book Blitz - Kali Willows' newest release- Claiming Trinity & Character interview

Claiming Trinity 
A Wiccan Haus Story
By Kali Willows


A Character Interview!!!

Character Interview with Arawn the Immortal, Trinity the Banshee & Kane the Gargoyle of Claiming Trinity

Today, I would like to welcome Arawn, (hero #1,) Trinity, (heroine) & Kane, (hero #2,) of Claiming Trinity.

Thank you for coming to chat with us today. Tell us, how did you three meet?

ARAWN: Well, that’s an interesting story. *he snickers* The big guy and I, *motions to Kane* were signed up for more training on the island with Rekkus. We had just arrived and were getting debriefed about our schedule and accommodations, and BAM, this incredible lady came crashing into our lives.

Crashing? *interviewer tilts her head, and offers a curious stare*

TRINITY *giggles* Yeah, you had to be there, but it was definitely not one of my most graceful moments. But it was-uh, *her cheeks flush bright red* memorable!

KANE: Sadly, I wasn’t in the line of fire, this big lug got all the excitement! *grumbles as he flashes a slighted grin.*

TRINITY: Hey! *slaps Kane’s thigh* don’t forget the Elysian Fields, you had your own crash landing there, twice! Not to mention, our little game on the floor that one night with the three of us…

KANE: *clears his throat and nods. Kane untucks his t-shirt and pulls it over his zipper as he shifts in his seat.* Good times, beautiful…*grins, then shakes his head* Uh, what were we talking about? *stares wide-eyed at the interviewer*

*chuckles out loud* You three seem pretty close. Tell us a little about yourselves?

TRINITY: Well, I was having a tough time, and the Rowan siblings made a generous offer to host me for a week on the island. You see, I’m grief therapist, and a Banshee, with a twist. I had recently suffered a loss of family, and my heritage turned out to be a bit of a surprise for me. I was going through a rough time and they offered to help me through it.


TRINITY: Well, for starters, they gave me a pair of enchanted glasses.

What for?

TRINITY: I see auras, and I was getting a little overwhelmed, the glasses were able to mute some of the stimuli to give me a break.

Did they work?

TRINITY: For a short time, but other issues arose quickly.

What else did the Rowans’ do to help you?

Trinity held both Kane and Arawn’s hands. TRINITY: More than I can put into words at the moment.

ARAWN: Trinity was being targeted, the Rowan’s assigned us to keep her safe, and offered some different therapies on the island to help her out.

That sounds terrifying, why was she being targeted?

TRINITY: It’s really a great deal to get into in such a short interview. Let’s just say, I learned a lot about myself that week.

Interesting. How about you, Arawn?

ARAWN: Me? *scraped his chin with his fingertips and deliberates* I’m on the Para Elite Forces with Kane here. We’ve been best friends for as long as I can remember.

KANE: I owe Arawn my life, instead, he settled for the brother he never had. *Kane winks at Arawn.* We joined the Para Elite Forces together, because protecting the innocent is the most important thing in the world to us.

ARAWN: And in the Underworld. *Arawn grimaces and rubs his chest*

Underworld? Are you Arawn of Annwn, the Immortal?

ARAWN: Yeah, that’s me. I abdicated my claim to the throne, and since then, we’ve been fighting the good fight. Turned out to be the best decision of our lives, because it brought us face to face with this incredible woman. *he lifts her hand to his lips and kisses the inside of her wrist with affection*

KANE: You make an excellent point, old friend. *Kane does the same with her other hand.*

And, Kane, are you Immortal, as well?

KANE: I’m uh…a shifter. Can we skip this question please? *presses his lips tight and flexes his jaw muscles*

Of course, moving on. *smiles* I see hints of some impressive ink hiding behind that collar, Arawn. Care to give us a peek at your tattoos?

I—uh, *tucks chin down and shakes his head.*

KANE *utters a soft growl.*

Two for two, I appear to be making you both uncomfortable with some of my questions. Apologies, gentlemen.

TRINITY: Don’t stress about it hunny. Arawn doesn’t like to take his shirt off. *pats his knee and flashes a tender smile* And Kane is a little shy. He’s still cautious about people seeing both sides of who he is. So selective reveals are few and far between.

I understand. Does that mean you have you seen their tattoos?

TRINITY: Oh, yes, up close and personal. I will tell you, both of them have exquisite canvasses of inked eye candy, and it’s more than just show, it’s meaningful.

Lucky girl. *interviewer pouts*

TRINITY: I most certainly am.

What really pushes your buttons?

KANE: Now that’s a loaded question! *steels his back and lets out a low grown* For me, I’d have to say, evil actions against innocents. I can’t stand the smell of evil. The sight of malicious beings enrages me, it makes me lose control—I don’t want to get into it. *folds his arms across his chest*

TRINITY: It’s okay, everything is fine now. *gently caresses his shoulder*

ARAWN: I second that. Malevolent beings with a sense of entitlement to harm anyone they wish in order to achieve their own goals of power and acquisition. Those who prey on what they perceive to be weakness, when in fact, they work so hard to cover up their own inferiority.

TRINITY: *pauses as she ponders the question* Pretty thought-provoking question. I’d have to say, those who torture innocent children that have nothing to do with the problem at hand. And family secrets that haunt generations to come.

Sounds like you all need to relax a bit. Any ideas on how to go about that?


TRINITY: *cups her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle* A nice warm dip, for sure.

ARAWN: Don’t you mean skinny—

TRINITY: Be quiet! *she slaps his arm in protest*

KANE: *squirms in his seat* Are we finished yet? I feel the need for a swim now, thanks a lot!

What is your biggest fear?

TRINITY: My biggest fear is the uprising against the Syndicate. There are a great many paras on their radar, and after what I’ve seen and experienced…

ARAWN: Never again, Princess, you have our word.

KANE: Agreed, with every last drop of blood that courses through our veins, you will be kept safe from harm.

TRINITY: That’s one thing, I’m absolutely sure of. *leans over to her right side and kisses Kane on the cheek, then to the left and does the same to Arawn.

Thank you all, for dropping by to talk with us today. Sounds like the Wiccan Haus has even more successful healing to be credited for.

Kali Willows strives to create emotional, compelling stories and characters you can't help but love, hate and cheer for. Captivated by her love of dragons, gargoyles and everything paranormal, she pens these delightful creatures into epic tales of romance and adventure and often infuses her passions of martial arts, music and ironic twists even she didn't foresee.

A good cup of tea with the crackling fire gets her creative juices flowing in the wee hours of the night, when the house is quiet and she can type away to her heart's desire. Learn more at:

Claiming Trinity:

Tears of blood…

Trinity is the last of her bloodline and cursed with a bizarre ability for a Banshee. Living a mundane façade, she became a psychologist who helps her clients work through their own grief—or at least she did until her life took a sinister twist. Soon after the murder of her uncle, her traumatic past comes back to haunt her. She’s faced with a few other challenges she can’t control, along with her empathic talents. An unexpected offer of help comes from the Rowan siblings when she receives a ticket to the Wiccan Haus for a much needed retreat, along with some sizzling adventure she doesn’t bank on. The evil that stalks her has bigger plans than anyone on the island realizes.

Two heroes with a dark past…

Arawn, an Immortal, rose up against his namesake and abdicated his throne to the Underworld. Conflicted between his lineage of war and vengeance and his desire to protect those in need, he serves on the Para Elite Forces. Kane, a tortured soul with a profound fear of showing anyone his Gargoyle form, is forever indebted to his best friend. They attend the Wiccan Haus for additional security training, but an unexpected run in with a voluptuous white-haired beauty brings about a change of assignment—and sleeping quarters.  How will they maintain the safety and well-being of this mystifying woman from looming threats, while battling their deep-seated desire for her?

Welcome back to the Wiccan Haus. Where the staff have some unusual quirks and the herbal tea is sometimes more than you bargain for. The proprietors always do their best to make the resort a place of healing and peace. It’s also a place some never want to leave!


With a deep breath and her Wiccan Haus charm in hand, Trinity folded her completed checklist for items to pack and shoved it into her pocket. She clutched the handle of her suitcase and mustered the courage to step into the portal.

In a flash, lights swirled around her, the sensation of gravity dissipated, her body lightened, and her limbs lingered in the air. She floated up, twisted, and spun on the spot. A faint, but deep voice echoed in the distance, “Incoming.”

In the blink of an eye, she bounced through the end of the portal, crashing into three large, burly men and toppling over a dark-haired stranger.

“Whoa!” He stopped their rolling together and landed on his back. Heated hands gripped her sides as she came to rest on top of his rock solid-chest, face to face. He chuckled. “You okay, princess?”
The sweetness of his warm breath brushed her lips and tingles of electricity ran over her sides where his hands held her steady. A delectable aroma of amber and patchouli wafted past her nose. Trinity leaned closer to his neck and inhaled then jerked. Lost in the depths of his dark eyes and chiseled features. His stare penetrated her and his touch stirred something deep inside. “I’m…oh, my….” She bit her lip.4

“Are you hurt?” He frowned.

“No.” She rested her palms on his hard chest. But I don’t think I would notice if I was. My word, you’re handsome. A warmth curled around her spine, followed by giddy tickles in her tummy. Her body responded to the contact and lulled her other senses. In the next instant, she snapped out of her lustful daze with dread. “I’m so sorry,” she sucked in a sharp inhale and eased herself to sit up.
His hands settled on her hips. “I’m not.”

Trinity slammed her eyes shut, her cheeks burned with embarrassment at the sudden realization she now straddled the stranger she had just tackled to the ground. “By the gods, please tell me this did not just happen.” She slung her leg over to kneel on the floor and scrambled to get up. Another set of heated hands gripped her under the arms and lifted her to her feet.

“You landed pretty hard, are you sure you didn’t get hurt?” A second hunk straightened her glasses and brushed her shoulder off.

“I had a cushion to break my fall,” she simpered. Trinity smoothed back her hair to find the tight bun she had slicked her mane into had loosened and stray strands of hair littered her vision. She brushed away the rogue locks, and her breath hitched as her focus landed on another delectable vision.

Claiming Trinity
Wiccan Haus Series
Length: 47,500 words
Genre: erotic romance, paranormal romance, shifter, urban fantasy, ménage romance


Friday, 8 April 2016

Kali Willows' Special Book Sale Until May 7, 2016!!!

To celebrate her upcoming appearance at 
Romancing the Capital in Ottawa, May 6&7 2016, 
Kali has 4 titles on sale until then!!!

$0.99 sale until May 7!!! 1NS titles, Romancing the Author, Tantric Storm, Terminal Lust & As Angels Weep!

Wednesday, 6 April 2016

Wiccan Haus (Book #12) Book Blitz - Sorcerer's Legacy - By Carolyn Spear!

Sorcerer’s Legacy by Carolyn Spear
(Wiccan Haus)


Librarian Rebecca Jones has always found solace in books. The death of her grandmother leaves her alone in the world. An inherited old Welsh scroll renews her desire to find the father she never knew. She hopes fairytale Wiccan Haus will yield the answers she needs.

Descendent of the inspiration for the Merlin legend, Ian Branson lives with the responsibility of protecting humans and paranormal beings. He takes an impromptu vacation with the Rowans of Wiccan Haus, seeking healing for his out of control psychic abilities.

As soon as Ian meets Becca, he feels the pull of his soulmate. Love has no place in his life but he cannot deny the peace only she can provide. Becca finds her Welsh knight in shining armor to translate her scroll but passion tempts her from her quest to find her father.

As their relationship blooms, Ian fears putting another loved one in jeopardy. A tryst isn’t enough but Ian’s charmed solution goes awry.  With his emotions into a tailspin, he is forced to sacrifice his pride and ask the formidable eldest Rowan for help.

Will Sarka’s magic reverse the sorcerer’s spell and will Becca accept Ian’s legacy and her own?


From his Richard Gere hair to his stern clean-shaven jaw, he was model material. His eyes, soft green like a mist-covered glade, penetrated straight to her soul. Ian posed a danger to her heart, no matter how he charged her body.
Remember what Grandma always said. “Think with your logical brain, not with your romantic heart. Love does not put food in your mouth or a roof over your head.”
Or decipher an ancient Welsh text.
“What can I do?” she asked as she stood, having nothing to do.
He rose from where he’d prepared the fire pit and walked to her, extending his hand. After a moment, she took it and stood beside him.
“Nothing. It’s done. Are you ready?”
“For what?” Truly, the limits of reality had been shattered and anything seemed possible.
“For magick.”

About the author:
Welcome to Wiccan Haus. I know you’ll love this series as much as I do. It is a world of possibilities, an escape from our daily realities. An island with shifters, witches, and all manner of paranormal beings, there’s mystery and magic around every bend, in each encounter.
I’m Carolyn Spear, mother of two sweet girls and wife of one fabulous husband. Reading, gardening and exploring are my passions. I don’t really “write” but rather channel my characters' stories to share with others. A strange combination of small town girl, travel enthusiast and geek, I am thrilled to be a part of the shared world of the Wiccan Haus.
For Becca’s personality, I channeled by inner child. I still believe in magic and knights in shining armor. She gets a little more than she bargains for at Wiccan Haus. Wizards and werewolves and vampires, oh my!
Ian Branson is an older than usual hero, but I like my heroes a little more experienced. A little uptight and a little supercilious, he is surprised at the feral passion Becca unlocks in him. He has to deal with all the emotions he keeps under lock and key to function. I think he exemplifies many of us who function more than live. And it’s a Merlin inspired tale, who I’ve always felt got a raw deal at the end of his life so I wrote him a different ending.
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Tuesday, 5 April 2016

Wiccan Haus (Book #11) Book Blitz - A Bride Worth Fighting For by Sara Daniel

A Bride Worth Fighting For
by Sara Daniel

If she remembers the past, they won’t have a future.

Gwen Fairfax awakens in a hospital, deluged by stabbing head pain and unable to remember anything about her past, especially the man who claims to be her fiancé. A trip to the Wiccan Haus is her only hope to discover the woman she used to be, understand her mysterious dreams about a resort, and fall in love with the man she’s supposed to marry.

To stop his stepmother’s land development schemes from ruining the natural habitat he’s dedicated his life to preserving, Tucker Wilde is willing to do anything, even pretend to be engaged to the woman his brother left at the altar. But he isn’t prepared for the sweet, vulnerable woman to tempt him at every turn until he longs to give in to the temptation.

The more Gwen gets to know Tucker, the more she’s certain he’s a man worth remembering. But if the Wiccan Haus heals her memory, he’ll have to fight to keep his bride.

Character Interview with Gwen Fairfax from A Bride Worth Fighting For
By Sara Daniel

Interview conducted by Cemil Rowan, co-owner and empath of the Wiccan Haus

Cemil:  Thank you for coming to chat with us today. Why do you think Sara Daniel choose you to represent her/him?

Gwen:  *laughs* I have no idea. Maybe she had amnesia about my amnesia and forgot that I can’t remember anything!

Cemil:  Tell us a little about yourself?

Gwen:  Well, I woke up in the hospital a few days ago and couldn’t remember a thing about the past ten months. Apparently, I’m engaged to this total hunk who happens to be the most perfect, sensitive, patient fiancé ever.

Cemil:  Which of the Rowans do you most connect with and why?

Gwen:  I feel like you get me, Cemil, so I hope you won’t be offended when I say I adore how Sage is always there for me. She’s like a best friend and a mother rolled into one, and she is always making me these weird colored shakes that somehow make me feel better.

Cemil:  What is your birth date?

Gwen:  Um, well, I don’t recall the exact date. Pull my driver’s license out of my purse. That should give you all my stats.

Cemil:  Why did you come to the Wiccan Haus?

Gwen:  That’s pretty obvious, even for the girl who can’t remember anything. I came to get my memory back and to fall in love with my fiancé again.

Cemil:  What do you do to relax?

Gwen:  As far as I know—sleep, sleep, and more sleep. Hopefully, I’ll discover something more exciting while I’m at the Wiccan Haus this week.

Cemil:  Tell us about Tucker. What drew you to him?

Gwen:  Of course, I don’t remember what initially drew me to him, but I can guess. He’s gorgeous in that rugged “I forgot to shave again” kind of way. He’s always solicitous and thoughtful, putting my needs before his own. He has a huge passion for the environment. When he starts talking about plant life, his eyes just light up. Between you and me, I wish he’d look at me that way some time. Oh man, I shouldn’t have said that. Please, don’t put that in the interview. I just wish I knew what he saw in me that brought us together.

Cemil:  What’s your biggest turn on? Turn off?

Gwen:  How pathetic is this? I could tell you those things about Tucker, but I don’t know them about myself yet.

Cemil:  What your favorite ice cream flavor, chocolate, vanilla, or strawberry?

Gwen:  Not sure, but strawberry sounds yummy. Honestly, though, if I had my choice, I’d skip the ice cream and make a bowl of cinnamon applesauce instead.

Cemil:  Why should the readers be interested in your story?

Gwen:  If you’ve ever wished for a clean slate and to start your life over with no memory of the past, give this story a try and see how it’s working out of me. Or if you’ve ever wanted to wake up and have this most gorgeous, amazing guy engaged to you, this is the book for you!


About the Author: Sara Daniel writes what she loves to read—irresistible romance, from sweet to erotic and everything in between. She battles a serious NASCAR addiction, was once a landlord of two uninvited squirrels, and loses her car keys several times a day. Subscribe to Sara’s newsletter: Visit her website:

Contact Details:

Wiccan Haus Series
ISBN: 978-1-61333-888-9
Length: 32,000 words
Genre: Erotic romance, paranormal romance, contemporary romance, wedding romance, medical romance, drama, amnesia romance