Thursday, October 31, 2013

Happy Halloween!

May your Halloween be filled with lots of treats!

Now through Nov. 5, 2013, you can grab my ghost story, 
The Ghost of Goodacre Hall for free at,
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Happy Halloween!

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Halloween Flash Fiction Stories

I love flash fiction and short stories, especially stories on the paranormal side of the romance genre. I've collected a few of my own and thought to share them with my readers today. So grab your coffee, sit back and enjoy these little mini treats.

Blood Sacrifice
©2006, Cassandra Curtis

Blessed silence marked the layers of pain as she pressed her cheek against the cold glass and waited. She knew the noise would return as it always did, but for an instant, she could close her eyes and let her mind drift through the still landscape of darkness.  Her thoughts settled in a valley of soft comfort.

Time held no meaning while the silence remained. If he died tonight, she wouldn't forgive herself. She could have told him. But would he have believed her? No, Kern was a man of logic and science. He would have dismissed her foolish notions.

A flash of lightning split the sky as she opened her eyelids. Rain clung to the clear perfection of glass, casting shadowy rivulets. She sensed his presence and turned away from the window to face the man who had interrupted her brief respite.

"You must learn to block the voices or go mad, Simone. The tuning crystal you wear is not dependable." He reached out and took hold of the multifaceted jewel, cradling it in the palm of his hand.

Simone captured his gaze, challenging him, and felt his fingers press into the flesh of her shoulders. A mistake–his mistake.

The thready beat of blood coursing through him woke her as nothing else could. It pulled at the dormant monster inside. She knew when the crescendo came, she would be helpless to fight the raging torrent of need...the desperate cravings.

“I am more than what you think I am, Kern. More than you can handle.” She welcomed the sexual energy that always accompanied the hunger. She’d worked with this man for over a year, and wanted him from the first moment she'd looked into his eyes. Cat’s eyes, secretive and knowing.

“You need to concentrate on the vibrations and learn to tune out the voices, or it’ll drive you insane.”

“The crystal—” She began.

“We can’t depend on it.”

“I am trying, you know. Maybe I need something to take my mind away from it. To just relax.” She sent a wicked thought his way, and wondered if he received it. Simone knew  the exact moment when her planted thought registered.

“I thought we agreed our relationship was strictly a working one—a partnership to develop and test the crystal interface,” he reminded her.

“Afraid I’ll turn feral, Kern?”

“You don’t want me, Simone. This is the damn drug talking.”

“No, it’s not. You think you can hide inside that lab coat? I’ve seen you without the nerdy clothes, without the glasses you insist on wearing to work. Why, Kern?” She ran a fingertip down his smooth jaw to his lips, and watched his muscles flex in reaction.

“I don’t understand...”

“You work out in your basement. In the nude. I’ve seen you in my dreams, and my dreams never lie.” She removed his glasses and enjoyed the startled look on his face.

“How is that possible?”

“You tell me, Kern. You’re the scientist. I’m just the lab rat.” She imagined them in her bed.

His eyes darkened, becoming more intense, more focused. “It can’t be...”

She ran a hand down his shirt. “Feels real to me,” she whispered. Her hands drifted lower. "Don't be afraid. This won't hurt...much." Her fangs lengthened. Just a nibble, a taste, she promised herself.

Kern closed his eyes, a groan of acceptance escaping his lips, as he gave into the inevitable and bent his neck, exposing his throat.

She'd probably regret taking his blood, knew that by doing so, it bound him closer to her, but knowing these things didn't stop her. She was so very hungry and it had been so long...besides, she'd been fighting this crazy, overwhelming desire for him, almost since she first met him. Only his harsh groan of pleasure mixed with pain stopped her feeding.

"Why did you stop? Don't you want me?"

"Of course I want you, but I made a promise a long time ago, and I won't bind you to me." She took a careful step backward, the slight distance easing the temptation.

"I never asked you to promise me anything, except to help me with my research." Kern said, and closed the gap between them.

"The promise I made was to myself. A long time ago, probably before you were even born," she sighed, adding, "More than a sip and I'd make you my slave. I can't trust myself."

"Then trust me to know what I want."

"And what is it you want, Kern?"

"You. Only you." He pulled her into his embrace.

At that precise moment, she knew both heaven and hell in his arms.

©2006, Cassandra Curtis

On slow nights, I like to get as much writing done as possible. I figured the storm's golf ball sized hail kept most sensible people indoors, so I might even finish a chapter or two. I poured myself a fresh cup of Earl Gray and sat down on the barstool in front of my laptop computer. I knew that tonight I would defeat the "wall" – long as the battery lasted and electricity stayed on.

I built a rhythm and stuck with it, my fingers dancing over the keyboard like drunken sailors on shore leave. But that's okay. I'm known as a woman of many drafts. I wasn't concerned with the misspelled words or crappy syntax. I let it flow. Stream of consciousness baby

Minutes blended into hours, and my cup grew cold. I got up to fix a fresh pot of tea when my eyes caught something on the far end of the counter. I walked over and picked up what looked to be a dirty coin—an old peso.

Kinda cheap for a tip, I thought. I threw it in the empty tip jar and went about making my tea as the coin continued to spin in the glass.

"Heads or Tails?" I registered the sexy cadence of a male, speaking Spanish, and barely made the translation.

I wheeled, looking for the source of the voice. Damn, must be getting old, 'cause I'd swear no one had entered the café since TK left hours earlier. I got out from behind the counter and glanced around. What the hell?

"Show yourself!" I said, thinking that if another disembodied voice spoke to me, I'd go ahead and burn a pound of white sage in this place tomorrow. Smoke them out.

"My last peso, señorita. A shot of tequila, por favor." Another coin, this one a bit shinier than the last, spun on the countertop.

A hazy image, like a faded recording flickered near the end of the counter. Spectral phenomena. The gals would never believe me. I'd give my best pair of stiletto boots for an EVP recorder or a digital thermal camera right now.

"Sorry, but this isn't a saloon. It's a café. Coffee, tea, hot cocoa, soda, or bottled water. Take your pick—if you can actually drink."

He seemed to pause over that consideration. "No tequila? Coffee, sí. Black."

"One cup of black coffee coming up." I walked behind the counter and made myself busy, wondering if a ghost could get hopped up on caffeine. I set it on the countertop and waited to see if he could lift it. The ghostly form began to solidify, his hands reaching out to grasp the sides of the mug. He bent forward, nostrils flaring at the rich aroma.

Damn, my first real lepke. And no one here but me, myself, and my shadow to confirm the sighting.

"Gracias." He looked up at me through a thick fringe of black lashes most women would kill for. His eyes were deep pools of swirling, dark chocolate. Antonio Banderas wished he looked this good. My ghostly visitor epitimized the words handsome desperado.

"So, you just passing through?" Oh real good. Make a joke about his transient, incorporeal state.

"I look for my brother. He rides with Pancho Villa."

"I think you missed him by a century. Not to mention that this ain't Durango or Chihuahua."

"Where am I ?"

"The Twilight Zone." Not very helpful, but what can I say? Anything I told him would make things more confusing.

He continued to sip thoughtfully as I drank in the sight of such a magnficent specimen. Shame he wasn't a living, breathing hunk of man.

"This twilight zone you speak of... your is American, sí? I am in United States?"

"Yes and no. The "cantina" is real, but in cyberspace."


"'s...well..." I struggled, searching my brain for a way to explain computers and the internet to someone who probably died long before the invention of radio. "...Sort of like you. Intangible. A kind of ghost."

"Ghost? You think I am a ghost?" Rich male laughter poured into every cell in my body. A quiver shot to my belly...and below.

"You're the one who said you have a brother that rides with Pancho Villa! Pancho and his men are long gone now. Dead and buried almost a century."

"No. It has been but a few short months since last I saw mi hermano. You are mistaken."

"Look, I'm sorry, but dead is dead. If it's any consolation, you might meet up with him if he's a ghost, too."

"Quit your talk of ghosts! I am no ghost. My brother is no ghost. Pancho Villa is no ghost."

"Ok-a-a-y...I'll just go back to what I was doing. Take your time." Sheesh, some 'people' are so pigheaded.

"I am not a ghost." He muttered.

I decided to ignore him. I hit the space bar on my sleepy laptop, and started rereading the last paragraph I typed. I heard a grunt, and looked up in time to see his hand go through the cup, then him go through the floorboards. Damn, that must be a real bitch. I debated whether to get up and check on him—providing he didn't also pass through the cellar—when he appeared at my side.

"Geeze, give a gal some warning! What the hell happened?"

"You are the keeper of this zone, senorita. Do you not know?"

"Not a clue, handsome."

His lips curved into a wide grin, exposing a set of flashing white teeth.


"You called me handsome."

Oh boy...I recognized that look. The big bad wolf wore one just like it, right before he took a bite of little red riding hood.

"Look, I have a weakness for Latino and Hispanic men, okay. I'm sure it's just a passing phase." So what if the phase had lasted over thirty years...

"I am also romantic, senorita." He rolled the "r"–stretched the sound on purpose. I imagined that trilling tongue coursing over my body. Stop it! He's a ghost–a fantasma!

My favorite apparition leaned forward and proceeded to place a ghostly kiss on my lips, even as his impossibly strong hands held my hips in place against his own. For a few precious minutes, I felt it. He was as solid and real as any man. His palms curved around to rest on my derriere, and press intimately.

The jingle of chimes at the front of the cafe broke the silence.

"I, umm...oh..." Where did my brain go? "I have customers." I scooped my pad and pencil off the counter, and practically ran to the table near the front of the cafe.

You'd think I'd have learned from my last ghostly encounter. It's difficult enough to maintain a relationship with a live man, let alone one who has been dead over a 100 years! They tend to disappear.

The newcomers were a pack of goth groupies. They ordered black coffee to go with their equally black lipstick and nails. Never have understood that. And I wondered if they, too, saw my handsome desperado? I turned to walk back and realized he was gone. Oh well, I knew it wouldn't last...

I took down four large cups from the hooked rack and placed them on the tray, then grabbed a pot of our finest blend and made my way back to the Marilyn Manson-inspired quartet.

Finished with my customers, I went back to the counter, sat down on my stool, and stared at the screen saver on my laptop.

Would I ever see him again? I hoped so.

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Friday, October 25, 2013

Friday Finds: Back In Time, Ghosts and Time Travel

Do you believe in ghosts? I bet we can make you say “boo!”
Grab these six highly-rated ghost stories for free October 24-25 only on Amazon.

TROUBLE IN MUDBUG by NY Times bestselling author Jana DeLeon
Genre: Humorous Mystery

Scientist Maryse Robicheaux thought a lot of her problems had drifted away with her mother-in-law’s death. The woman was rude, pushy, and manipulative, and used her considerable wealth to run herd over the entire bayou town of Mudbug, Louisiana. Unfortunately, death doesn’t slow Helena one bit.

KEEP ME GHOSTED by Karen Cantwell
Genre: Paranormal Romantic Comedy

Sophie Rhodes has an interesting friend – a proper British ghost by the name of Marmaduke Dodsworth. Marmaduke keeps Sophie company, but she has eyes for her new boss, Dr. Callahan, who unfortunately has a spectral companion of his own – one with a nasty jealous streak. Love is in the air, but will it win out over the interference of two meddlesome ghosts?

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Jade loves her new apartment – until a ghost joins her in the shower. When empath Jade Calhoun moves into an apartment about a strip bar on Bourbon Street, she expects life to get interesting. What she doesn’t count on is making friends with an exotic dancer, attracting a powerful spirit, and developing feelings for Kane, her sexy landlord.

1816 CANDLES by Amanda Brice
Genre: Young Adult Time Travel

A chance encounter during a costume ball at a historic tavern sends high school senior Lauren Harper back in time to early Americana. Now she’s experiencing the actual events of the “Legend of the Female Stranger” she’s heard her entire life growing up. Can she solve the mystery of this ghost, find her way back home…and deal with her own emotions when she falls in love with a guy who lived 200 years before her?

THE MEDIUM by C.J. Archer
Genre: Young Adult Historical Paranormal

She can see dead people. He’s a ghost assigned by the Otherworld to return a demon. It should be a simple assignment, but they soon learn there’s nothing simple when a live girl and a dead boy fall in love.

THE DEEPEST CUT by J.A. Templeton
Genre: Young Adult Paranormal

Guilt-ridden over the belief that she’s somehow responsible for her mom’s death, sixteen-year-old Riley is desperate to see her mother’s elusive spirit to gain her forgiveness. When her father moves the family to Scotland so they can all start over, Riley believes her life couldn’t get worse – until the ghost of Ian MacKinnon catches her purposefully cutting herself. Riley believes her gift could help Ian end the curse that has kept him tied to the land for centuries, but the malevolent spirit of the woman who filled Ian returns and she’ll stop at nothing to keep Riley from helping Ian find eternal peace.

Friday, October 18, 2013

Friday Finds: Night Walker by Lisa Kessler

How do you like your paranormal? If you enjoy a walk on the dark side of PNR, then you need to check out this .99¢ ebook special, but you better hurry, because the sale ends Sunday, October 20, 2013.

He gave up his soul for a second chance to love her…

Two and a half centuries ago, Calisto Terana lost everything when a zealous priest murdered the woman he loved. Now, desperate for another chance to love her, he wants redemption for the mistake that cost her life.

She’s haunted by dreams of her own death…

After catching her fiance with another woman, Kate Bradley returns to San Diego to clear her head. The last thing she needs is romance, but after meeting Calisto she’s drawn to him in ways she doesn’t understand.

They’ve waited in the shadows for centuries…

Calisto has no doubt Kate is the reincarnation of his lost love, but the Fraternidad Del Fuego Santo has a new watcher with dark ambitions of his own. As old enemies re-emerge and a new threat arises, the betrayal that enslaved Calisto to the night might destroy the only woman he’s ever loved again.

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Twitter Tarot Party!

Twitter Tarot. Request a reading on Twitter using the hashtag #CassCurtisTwitterTarot to talk Tarot and enter to win a tarot reading from "Lady Cass". Three winners** will be chosen. Reading to be done via winner's email.

Contest ends midnight, Thursday, October 17, 2013. You can connect with me on Twitter:

About the reader:
Lady Cass has been reading tarot since she was nine years old and uses an intuitive method as she reads the cards. Trained by her mother and aunts, she also reads tea leaves, and does water scrying under a full moon.

*for entertainment purposes only
**contest open to those 18 yrs old and above, void where prohibited by law, Odds of winning determined by number of entries. Good Luck!

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Fun With Tarot and Contest

How many of you have ever had a tarot reading done? So long as you remember it's just for fun, you can have a great experience. Next to palmistry and casting horoscopes, Tarot can be easy to learn and it's never too late to begin.

Ready to get your paranormal fun started?

"Lady Cass" will pick three lucky names from those folks who leave a comment here requesting a tarot reading. Reading to be done via winner's email.** Contest ends midnight, Sunday, October 13, 2013. Winners will be announced on my blog and in my newsletter group.

Mark your calenders! Thursday, October 17, 2013 - Twitter Tarot. Request a reading on Twitter using the hashtag #CassCurtisTwitterTarot to talk Tarot and enter to win a tarot reading from "Lady Cass". Three winners** will be chosen. Reading to be done via winner's email.

Contest ends midnight, Thursday, October 17, 2013. You can connect with me on Twitter:

About the reader:
Lady Cass has been reading tarot since she was nine years old and uses an intuitive method as she reads the cards. Trained by her mother and aunts, she also reads tea leaves, and does water scrying under a full moon.

*for entertainment purposes only
**contest open to those 18 yrs old and above, void where prohibited by law, Odds of winning determined by number of entries. Good Luck!

Saturday, October 12, 2013

Upcoming Tarot Events

Ready to get your paranormal fun started?

Sunday, October 13, 2013 - Tarot reading on my blog, When Midnight Comes ( "Lady Cass" will pick three lucky names from those folks who leave a comment on my post requesting a tarot reading! Reading to be done via winner's email.** 

Contest ends midnight, Sunday, October 13, 2013.

Thursday, October 17, 2013 - Twitter Tarot. Request a reading on Twitter using the hashtag #CassCurtisTwitterTarot to talk Tarot and enter to win a tarot reading from "Lady Cass". Three winners** will be chosen. Reading to be done via winner's email. 

Contest ends midnight, Thursday, October 17, 2013. You can connect with me on Twitter:

About the reader:
Lady Cass has been reading tarot since she was nine years old and uses an intuitive method as she reads the cards. Trained by her mother and aunts, she also reads tea leaves, and does water scrying under a full moon.

*for entertainment purposes only
**contest open to those 18 yrs old and above, void where prohibited by law, Odds of winning determined by number of entries. Good Luck!

Friday, October 11, 2013

Friday Finds: Vampire Edition

Even though I've yet to write a vampire romance, I love 'um just like ya'll do. On this Friday Find, I'm sharing hawt romance, vampire style. So check out the sensual bloodsuckers below and fall in love with these fanged and fabulous heroes and heroines.

On The Far Side Of Darkness
R.C. Graham

Erotic romance | Vampire paranormal | Novel

Georges Belleveau is a vampire. Diane Patterson is mortal.

Their love is forbidden. If they follow their hearts the danger to both of them will be immense. Will their love survive…

…on the Far Side of Darkness?

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A Vampire's Salvation 
Virna DePaul

Paranormal Romantic Suspense | Vampire paranormal | Novella

Jacob La Costa Rios is the head of the California governor’s security team; he’s also a vampire who wants the governor, a presidential hopeful, to support the peaceful integration of vampires into human society. Unfortunately, there are others who oppose Jake’s plan. Plus, Jake’s a little distracted by discovering his one true mate, the human female who can give him everything he’s always wanted: love, children, and continuing immortality. Francesca Marie Stewart is the governor’s “go-green” political consultant.

Although she’s been attracted to Jake from day one, her priority is her career and protecting her heart. But then Jake blatantly propositions her and Frankie, who hasn’t experienced sexual intimacy since she was seventeen-years-old, decides it’s time to take what she wants—within reason. No matter—once Jake makes love to Frankie, he knows reason will be the farthest thing from her mind. Then he just has to eliminate the person threatening her, reveal the fact he’s a vampire, and convince her that trusting him will bring both of them eternal happiness.

Only .99¢, Grab your copy now!


Friday, October 4, 2013

October Friday Finds Trick or Treat!

October starts one of my favorite holiday seasons...Halloween. What, you thought I'd say Columbus Day? ;)

I love all the costumes, masks, candy treats, the monsters and the mayhem. Paranormal is my favorite thing to read, so of course I've got some spooktacular books even a ghost on a budget can afford. So grab a scaredy cat and let's begin.

This first Friday Find of October starts off with author Paige Tyler's wonderful zombie romance, Dead Sexy.

ON SALE - Oct 1 - 31
EPIC AWARD Finalist and Winner of the GOLD STAR AWARD at JERR

Paige Tyler

Can her love save him from a curse worse than death?

Romance author Simone Kent thinks she might just have found the most perfect guy in all of New York City - in bed and out.

But Drake Parrish is about as far from perfect as any man can get. Eight years ago, he was cursed by an evil Voodoo priestess to live part of his life as a zombie. Since then, he has lived like a recluse on New York’s Upper East Side, afraid to go out for fear he’ll suddenly turn into one of the walking dead.

The sex is the hottest either of them has ever experienced and Simone discovers just how naughty she can be with Drake, while he finds himself feeling things for Simone he hasn’t felt in a very long time. When the Voodoo priestess learns of their relationship, however, she comes after him again. She's determined he won't have a future with Simone, even if that means killing both him and the woman he loves.


"Move over vamp heroes. The zombies are coming to town and they're DEAD SEXY." ~ Cynthia Eden, USA Today Bestselling Author

"Loved this book. Paige Tyler has a real flair for combining hot romance with the paranormal." ~ Desiree Holt, Bestselling Author  

SALE PRICE - .99    (REG PRICE - 2.99)
ON SALE - Oct 1 - 31


Next up is a hauntingly wonderful story FREE from author T. Sue VerSteeg, entitled Twisted Fate!

Available for free download in most ebook formats from Smashwords

All may seem lost…until you really do lose everything.

Jessica Ellison thought she’d lost everything in the Joplin tornado, until her boyfriend, Nick, dies in a freak accident. It all started as a retreat to Eureka Springs to escape the rubble of what was left of their lives, a chance to have a normal weekend before returning to sift through the debris one last time. Things come into focus for Jessica when the only man she’s ever loved is killed. Can fate twist things around and set it right, or has it just spiraled out of control?

Coming soon to Amazon and B&N!