Wednesday, August 12, 2026
Tuesday, August 11, 2026
Tips for Dating a Vampire #SupernaturalDatingTips
Tips for Dating a Vampire
Supernatural dating tips from Kathy, who is dating Gracie, a vampire in MalaBrava: Book One. Written from Kathy’s point of view.
Gracie is the first vampire I’ve ever dated. To be honest, before moving to MalaBrava, I didn’t think vampires were real. I’d read the books and seen the movies, but I never thought they actually existed.
I quickly learned that many things in MalaBrava are very, very real but don’t exist anywhere else. That’s what makes MalaBrava such an interesting place to live.
I’m not going to say it’s an interesting place to visit because, let’s be honest, MalaBrava can be kind of dangerous. You have squirrels with knives and creatures of all shapes and sizes just hanging around. The Tech Bro Poodles are a pain in the ass because they can ruin you with one tap of a button.
MalaBrava isn’t exactly a survivable vacation destination.
Anyway, I met Gracie, a vampire, and we’ve been dating for around four months. My dating tips for anyone interested in dating a vampire are specific to her, so proceed with caution.
1. Vampires are messy eaters. I recommend quality paper towels, Dawn dish soap, and plenty of patience. They leave their leftovers everywhere.
2. They love to “swoop” down on things. They get a huge kick out of it. You’ll have to be prepared to be swooped on at really inconvenient times, like when you’re on a treadmill trying to get your steps in. Also, no matter how hard you try, you’ll never catch them right before they swoop. It’s best to just go with it.
3. Vampires don’t understand human things. Pocket change, lamps, and the importance of cleaning up after feeding are just a few topics you may need to explain to them.
4. Avoid dates that involve eating. Vampires don’t understand how humans eat, so they might invite you to dinner and hand you some Sweet’N Low packets with cough syrup for dipping. They just don’t get it.
5. You may occasionally hear your vampire muttering to themselves that you are, in our case, “girlfriend, not food.” Don’t freak out. They’re just reminding themselves not to suck out all your blood and kill you before you go to the movies.
6. Lastly, remember that vampires can love just as deeply as humans can. Love is love in all shapes and forms. Give your vampire time to get to know you, and you won’t be sorry. Plus, you might find love!
Carol James Marshall
Genre: Horror, Dark Comedy
Date of Publication: August 1, 2026
ASIN: B0H12RB68Z
Number of pages: 241
Word Count: 58,477
Book Description:
Welcome to Malabrava a town where the squirrels carry knives, the vampires have HOA problems, and the local mad scientist is still workshopping the perfect dick.
When Grizzy Del Monstruo isn’t decapitating problems or resurrecting boyfriends in her basement lab, she’s navigating family dinners, supernatural bureaucracy, and the inconvenience of having a moral compass. Around her, monsters bicker, humans wander in by accident, and nobody seems particularly concerned about the body count as long as it stays within city limits.
Malabrava is a brutally funny, deeply inappropriate adult dark comedy packed with gore, sex, monsters, and unhinged domesticity.
If you like your horror ridiculous, your comedy filthy, and your towns aggressively cursed, you’ve just found your new favorite place to never visit.
Excerpt:
Griselda grew up in Malabrava. Her family founded the town. The streets, the smells, the houses, the people, and even the squirrels with knives run through her veins. She loves Malabrava and all its quirks.
Grizzy is a Del Monstruo. Not the youngest, not the oldest. She’s the middle-aged one. The Auntie. The one who never married, never wanted to. Grizzy’s the one people call when something needs to be handled. Because that’s what Grizzy does. Grizzy handles things.
Nobody asks how. It’s understood. Grizzy is what some might call sketchy with a heart of gold. She’ll go to war for the people she loves, and she has a clean, no-fuss method of decapitation for the ones she doesn’t.
She lives in the family home, dead center in the town of Malabrava. Her parents retired to a smaller place on the outskirts, saying they needed more land for at-home burials. Her sister Gracie prefers her condo near their parents. Gracie said that the convenient burial space is a plus. Makes cleanup easier.
They left Grizzy the house. You’d expect a gothic mansion, right? This is Malabrava, where things creep in broad daylight. A home for someone called Del Monstruo should come with bats, cobwebs, a gong, a butler who only groans, and a maid with wild frizzy red hair and access to the gong.
But no.
Grizzy’s grandfather was a modernist. Way ahead of his time. He wanted to be a supervillain, and in his mind, supervillains needed sleek, sprawling homes with underground bunkers, hidden rooms, and plans for a moat.
He never made it to “super.” He was a decent villain. He refused to recycle and regularly flipped off children, but he lacked the follow-through. He couldn’t commit to one evil scheme long enough to earn the title.
Grizzy’s grandmother was the true force. A science-minded woman with dangerous ideas. She adored the modern mansion. It gave her room for her lab.
That lab became Grizzy’s favorite place in the world.
Grizzy the fixer, the inventor, the one always tinkering away in her lab is deeply loved by her family. But her mother, a devout occultist with a dramatic streak, had other hopes. She wanted Griselda to be witchy. Ideally, a Voodoo Priestess. She always said Griselda looked striking in white. Though, in the end, she would’ve settled for a kitchen witch with a solid essential oil game.
Her father, a known vampire, had his hopes too. Gracie inherited the thirst. Gracie was the one born with a taste for blood.
But not Grizzy.
Instead, she snuck into her grandmother’s lab as a child. Touched everything labeled “Do Not Touch.” Sniffed everything marked “Hazard.” Dreamed of beakers and blueprints. She ignored every warning.
At twelve, she came out to the family as a Mad Scientist.
Her parents told her they loved her. Accepted her, a little reluctantly. Gracie grinned. She had another reason to be the favorite now.
They threw a family barbecue for her official announcement. The cousins came. The uncles, the aunts, the vaguely-related lurkers. Grizzy cut a cake shaped like a beaker and declared, “I’m a Mad Scientist, like Granny.”
There was a pause.
Some awkward glances.
Then applause.
The Del Monstruos were known for monsters...being them, birthing them, bargaining with them. But Grizzy wasn’t rattled by the hesitation. She knew the truth.
What was better than being a monster?
Inventing them.
Carol James Marshall is a storyteller who loves serving up scary stories with and sometimes adds some laughs.
Carol writes genre-bending horror packed with comedy, paranormal twists, sci-fi, and suspense. As a bilingual, low-vision author, she uses adaptive tech and bold fonts to bring her stories to life, crafting her books in English, Spanish, or sometimes both.
When she isn't weaving nightmares or getting lost in an audiobook, Carol works as a medical coder and biller. Her journey spans from the sunny streets of Los Angeles, California, to the vibrant culture of Mexicali, Mexico, and she now happily calls Georgia home.
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Saturday, July 18, 2026
Available for Pre-Order: Monsters of Michigan: Cryptids and Creatures of Legend and Lore by Roxanne Rhoads
Roxanne Rhoads
Genre: Non-fiction, History, Mythology
Publisher: Bewitching Books
Publish Date: August 03, 2026
Art: Ari Napolitano
Cover: Dawne Dominique
Book Description:
Michigan was built for monsters: two peninsulas, a fifth of the world's freshwater, and ghost towns where industry died but the memories never left. Fog blankets the shorelines. Forests grow so thick they block the sun and smother sound.
This is land where creatures can hide.
Monsters of Michigan hunts down 24 creatures of myth and legend. From the deep woods of the Upper Peninsula to Detroit's dark waterfront, from the copper mines of Lake Superior to the industrial bones of Lake Erie.
Some creatures came with French settlers. Some myths are older than the state itself, rooted in indigenous legend. Others were dreamed up by bored loggers trying to pass the time. One was created by a camp counselor to entertain campers.
Step into the dark. Michigan's monsters are waiting for you.
Friday, July 10, 2026
Intimate Choice by DC Stone #RomanticSuspense
An Exclusive Interview with My Author
Featuring United States Secret Service Agent Michael “Mike” Gonzalez
Mike: So…apparently I’m supposed to be interviewing my author today.
DC: You don’t sound thrilled. *narrows eyes*
Mike: Thrilled? *his eye brows pop up high* You made me relieve the worst day of my life before we were at the halfway point in the book.
DC: It’s called character development. It’ll put hair on your chest. Relax.
Mike: It’s called emotional vandalism.
DC: Readers love emotional depth. Trust me.
Mike: Readers also enjoy sleeping. You kept them up until two in the morning.
DC: That’s the best kind of book. I’ve been in their shoes a time or two. Or ten. *tilts head*
Mike: *huffs* Let’s discuss my love life.
DC: *rubs hands together* Oh goody. Let’s go.
Mike: I lost my first love in a tragic car accident.
DC: Yes.
Mike: Then shortly after that, I have sex for the first time. But that became a whole ordeal the entire school just had to hear about.
DC: *winces*
Mike: And years later, who do you decide I should fall for?
DC: Her sister?
Mike: *waves a finger* Not just her sister. But the same sister who made high school feel like a contact sport.
DC: She grew up. ßsaid weakly and with hope, and unfortunately in the form of a question.
Mike: She had to. Otherwise we’d still be arguing by Chapter Thirty.
DC: Okay, be honest, you admired her determination.
Mike: I admired absolutely nothing.
DC: You admired her courage then.
Mike: *shakes head*
DC: Her intelligence?
Mike: Nope.
DC: The way she refused to quit?
Mike: …
DC: You paused.
Mike: I’m sorry; I was calculating escape routes. Which, speaking of…why was she constantly trying to get herself killed. What is wrong with you?
DC: She wasn’t trying to.
Mike: Every time I turned around she was walking toward danger like it was offering free coffee.
DC: Did someone say coffee?
Mike: Stick with me here. Why do you hate me?
DC: She was following the evidence.
Mike: That’s your excuse? Okay, let’s count the number of times I had to save her.
DC: I stopped counting.
Mike: Exactly! Do you know how exhausting that is?
DC: You handled it well.
Mike: Occupational hazard.
DC: Did you ever think that she might just save you instead?
Mike: …
DC: Emotionally.
Mike: That’s a cheap interview tactic. Okay, final question
DC: Go ahead.
Mike: Why do you torture your characters?
DC: Because readers don’t remember easy stories. They remember ones where people are broken, challenged, and choose to love anyway.
Mike: That’s…actually a decent answer.
DC: Thank you.
Mike: Don’t get used to it.
DC: My turn. Rapid fire.
Coffee or sleep?
Mike: Coffee
DC: Politics?
Mike: No comment.
DC: Favorite weapon?
Mike: That’s classified.
DC: Biggest regret?
Mike: Not ducking sooner.
DC: Who is the most stubborn person in the book?
Mike: My author.
DC: The second most stubborn?
Mike: The secret service agent.
DC: Did you fall in love despite your better judgement?
Mike: I’m invoking my right to remain silent.
DC: Would you do it all again?
Mike: …
For her?
Yeah.
Don’t tell the author I said that. She’ll make the sequel worse.
Empire Blue
Book 7
DC Stone
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Date of Publication: 07/10/26
ISBN: 978-0-3695-1480-6
ASIN: B0GX2VK1HW
Number of pages: 306
Word Count: 87,000
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
Tagline: Real world, Real Men, Real Crimes
Book Description:
Ava Larsen has spent her adult life trying to outrun the shadow of the girl she used to be: a bully whose mistake cost her sister’s life, and one who pushed away a boy they both loved. But her redemption is cut short when her latest investigation into a high-profile money laundering ring turns deadly.
After surviving a brutal kidnapping, Ava’s only hope for survival is Michael Gonzalez, a Secret Service Agent fueled by a decade of bitterness. Mike doesn’t believe Ava has changed, and he certainly hasn’t forgiven her for the accident that killed his first love. But with a corrupt government official determined to silence her, Mike is ordered to protect her at all costs.
From the streets of New York to the corridors of power in Washintong D.C., the two are hunted by an enemy that will stop at nothing to keep their secrets buried. As the investigation reaches a breaking point, Mike and Ava must navigate a minefield of political betrayal and personal trauma. In a race against time, they’ll have to trust each other to survive—or let the sins of their past bury them both.
Excerpt:
“Get to the point. What’s up?”
She sighed. “I don’t even know where to start.” The watch on her wrist buzzed with a notification. She checked it, and her mouth tightened into a thin line. “This case looks to be seriously fucked up. Not a whole lot to tell you right now other than there were several, and I mean we’re talking numbers in the teens, bodies found in this old house. Owner is this guy everyone said was super quiet, always kept his yard clean, etcetera, etcetera. From what the neighbors are saying, no one would have thought any of the horrors we’ve found were happening in this house. Talking victims, all women, completely cut up. Sometimes methodically so. As if he had all the time in the world to do the perfect job.”
Mike grimaced. “This is why I do protection and white-collar fraud. I could never sit through those forensic shows you and Dwayne used to watch.”
Charlie threw him a saucy smile, then went serious again. “Early this morning, a woman actually got out of the house. Naked as the day she was born. Ran a few houses down and collapsed on the porch but not before she rang the doorbell.”
The mental image she painted had him wincing. “Jesus. Is she okay?”
Charlie took a deep breath and let it out super slow as if she was preparing for something. He braced, suddenly feeling a sense of foreboding. Whatever she was about to say was going to mess him up entirely. That’s why she’d been taking for-fucking-ever to get to the point. It’s why she was here in person instead of calling him on the phone. It’s why Dwayne had sent her. She’d always had ways of calming Mike down, even under the tensest of situations.
Except for that one time. He shook his head, refusing to think about that now. It’d been years since he’d seen her.
“Who was the woman?” he asked, his voice rough. But he knew. The answer was written all over Charlie’s face, from the grimace to the pity stamped across her faery features.
“The woman was Ava.”
Her name spoken was like someone socked him in the gut. He let out a rush of air, expelling oxygen immediately, as if it needed a place to escape. Kind of like his body was fighting to do, too. It was amazing how one’s body reacted to news or the presence of someone who’d made part of their life hell. That whole fight-or-flight response was true, and as he thought of the Ava of his childhood, and both the sister and the murderer of the first woman he loved, his body was warring with itself, trying to figure out which response it wanted to go with.
The urge to flee was so strong, he actually took a step back. Charlie’s knowing gaze sharpened on him, and she sighed, the sound coming out with a lot of pity he didn’t need. It only served to piss him off.
“Look, maybe we can find someone else,” Charlie said, shaking her head, then did a double take at something over his shoulder and tossed a glare at the women still admiring them from afar. “Those fucking women…”
It was at that moment his mother decided to make an appearance and came storming out of the house having found her shoes. His normally very demure mom looked spitting mad, her red face a mask of irritation and anger.
“Shit,” he said.
Charlie chuckled low, following the path his Ma took to the garden hose, who then bent and turned the water on.
“Shit,” he said again, ignoring Charlie’s outright laughter now. He started toward Ma, intent on intercepting her before she could open the hose up on the neighbors. He knew her plan almost as if she’d put an announcement in the paper. “You could help, you know,” he said to Charlie.
She crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head. “Not a chance. This is the best entertainment I’ve had in ages. Come on, don’t be a spoilsport. Let Karen teach those hens a lesson.”
He picked up his pace to a jog as his Ma started across the lawn, her intent now screamingly clear. That the ladies hadn’t moved and were still watching on with faces of various bemusement was baffling. “Ma,” he called. “Come on now, don’t.”
“Michael James,” she said, and he winced. “Go put a shirt on. I’m about to teach the girls some manners.”
Standing behind her in the doorway was his father in a similar pose as Charlie had been, crossed arms and a smile stamped across his face.
“Pops, come on,” he called. “Don’t just stand there.”
Daniel Gonzalez shook his head, his chest moving with a chuckle Mike couldn’t hear. “I’m not getting in the middle of this. Anyone want some popcorn?”
He reached his mother just as she lifted the hose and pointed, then squeezed the handle, causing a spray of what had to be icy cold water shoot out and over the women sitting along the edge of the lawn. Shrieks and screams lit up the neighborhood before he could grab the nozzle and push it down. The smile on his mother’s face was the loudest of them all.
“That should teach them,” she said, and he sighed.
Approximately thirty minutes later, Mike took a deep breath, calling on patience and strength, the confidence he’d grown as he went through weeks of training at FLETC and the Secret Service Training Academy. His hands were sweating like they normally did when he did any kind of public speaking, something he’d been struggling for years to overcome. If he’d been in the gym he normally went to, he’d be able to put some chalk on his hands to soak up the moisture, but as it was, all he could do was rub them on his light-wash 501s.
After his mother had doused the neighborhood watch ladies with water earlier, he’d gone inside to change and had put on jeans and a pale baby-blue button-down. He was by no means wanting to impress the woman on the other side of the door, but he couldn’t escape the feeling driving inside of him. The one that told him he wasn’t a young teen able to be pushed around anymore. That he couldn’t care less what she thought of him.
But all of that was a lie, and he knew it. He just refused to admit it.
Ava Larsen had an impact on his life and who he’d grown to become.
He was here at the hospital at his brother’s request to consult on a case, apparently. There was nothing saying he had to spend any length of time with her at all. He’d listen to what his brother had to say, would hear her version of events, then he’d make a recommendation for what they should do next. That was it.
With another deep, calling-on-calm breath, he pushed and held the door open for Charlie, keeping his eyes downcast as she entered. He blew out a breath through pursed lips, then stepped inside and lifted his gaze to meet the sky-blue ones of his childhood bully.
D.C. “Desi” Stone is a best-selling romance author and full-time fraud investigator. She lives in the northeast with her incredibly supporting husband, two kids, a cat, and the ever-growing family of dogs.
After serving eight years of service with the United States Air Force, she went on to transition into the world of financial crimes and became a lead investigator for many years.
Reading has always been a passion of hers, getting lost in a good, steamy romance is one of her favorite past times. She soon after discovered her own love for writing and recreating stories and characters in her head. Her writing concentrates on romantic with specifics in paranormal, suspense, and erotica.
Now, when she isn’t trying to solve a new puzzle in the world of fraud, she is engulfed with coffee, her laptop, and all those crazy characters in her head. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, Hudson Valley Romance Writers, New Jersey Romance Writers, RomVets, RWA Kiss of Death, and the Liberty State Fiction Writers. She served as the 2014 NJRW Vice President and Conference Chair. Come stop by on Facebook, Twitter, or her website and say hello!
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How to survive a zombie apocalypse with V.G. Harrison
I’m pretty sure anyone who has a love for zombie movies, TV shows, or novels has their zombie survival plan in place. Or at least, have it sorted out in their minds. I am no exception.
Rule #1
Have a good place to hide and then have a backup. If worse comes to worse, have a 3rd backup and not necessarily in the same area as #1 and #2. I think it’s safe to say we would board up the windows and the doors on the first floor (assuming they’re not like the ones in South Korean movies or in the manga I Am a Hero. If so, then you’re hiding in a bank vault and will probably die of suffocation. But if they’re like American ones, then you might be safe in your house for a little while. My backup would be my attic, since I have folding stairs that lead into my attic, so unless the zombies know they must pull the rope, they’re not getting up there. As for #3, I’m going to the coast because I’ve taken a page out of Mayan playbook where I only have to be careful of the enemies coming from one side. Technically.
Rule #2
Have backup power and solar panels. Hurricane Helene took care of this for me. I had a power generator, but I’ve since upgraded ten-fold and added 440 watt solar panels into the mix. Light is a beautiful thing, but being able to cook and keep things refrigerated is even better. Of course, keeping some matches on hand and a charcoal grill help, too.
Rule #3
Learn how to use weapons made from nature. Let’s be honest. Bullet will only last so long. So, I’ll be learning how to use a slingshot and built a bow and arrow from scratch that I can use to hunt with from a distance. I don’t need to be up close and personal with the zombies, if I can help it. Social-distance killing is perfectly fine in this case. But then again, if they don’t know I’m there, then why waste my rocks and arrows at all?
Rule # 4
Beware of other people. Honestly, I would do everything in my power to keep them at a distance for as long as possible. People are crazy when they feel like they’re losing control of everything they once had. So until I deem them safe, I’ll make sure whatever fort I have or building I’ve barricaded doesn’t automatically allow just anyone inside. Sure, I’ll set aside a nice little area for them to catch their breath, but I’ll also be using that time to vet them, too.
Rule #5
Always be ready to go on the run. If that means I have to learn how to roller skate again because a set of wheels will get me away from danger faster, then I guess I’m strapping them on. I would prefer a bike though.
Those are my tips. Any ones you care to share?
The Dyson Bridge Series
Book Three
V.G. Harrison
Genre: Sci-fi
Publisher: Mocha Memoirs Press
Date of Publication: 7/10/2026
Number of pages: 161
Word Count: 46,139
Cover Artist: Maya Preisler
Tagline: The greatest threat to Earth is the only one that can save it.
Book Description:
When Professor Meridia Vail’s space station is hurled across time and dimensions, she and the rest of the Bridgeway crew wake on an alternate Earth that's only five years into the future but looks like it's a century behind her technology. Their goal is to reclaim their crippled station, return to their dimension, and hope that a mysterious interdimensional illness doesn't kill her and her people first.
Stuck on a backwards version of her own planet, Meridia must deal with governments who want her technology and intelligence agencies who want control. Nobody trusts anyone, and the longer they delay, the closer the Bridgeway gets to a catastrophic reentry.
However, the greatest shock comes when Meridia meets her doppelganger, a brilliant mechanic with a loving family that leaves her heart aching for the life she could have had.
As time is running out for her crew and New Earth, Meridia faces an impossible mission: return to the station, save her crew, and prevent a global disaster. Duty first. Family second. When Meridia is thrust into a situation where the two become synonymous, she must decide how much she's willing to risk for a world she's sworn to save and a life she can never have.
Excerpt:
"If you must blame someone, blame me," Dr. Wei said. "Mr. Cooper takes his orders from me, as does the rest of my crew. He was acting on those orders, which the rest of my people were unaware of for obvious reasons."
"Dr. Wei, you’re our guest, albeit a rogue one at best. It’s about time you and your crew acted like it. You want NASA on your side and you have it. But this stunt does nothing except set back relations between us. Our trust has been—"
"Violated? Whether NASA was aware of Homeland Security’s intentions or not, our expectations of trust and respect do not stop at your organization."
"We had nothing to do with this!" She huffed for a moment as if she were gathering her thoughts. "The feds are not under my jurisdiction."
"Why not?" Cal replied over the comm. "Seeing as we’re on your base, you would think you’d know what your other guests are up to at all times, too."
"I can’t speak to that, but someone had damn well better tell me who authorized movement of the pod from the landing site in the first place." That last part sounded like she was talking to those outside of the MCC and not us. If she didn’t know about the attempted theft of our pod, then who did?
"The CIA," an officer said over his earpiece. "We had orders from our agency to move the pod to a more secure location where it couldn’t be accessed by any foreign entities."
"You’re an idiot," I replied. "You can’t get more secure than outer space, which is where it was going."
Jaxon activated the thirty-second countdown on the glass and the flashing security lights to warn people back. He must have finished laying out the course and double-checking his calculations. I began waving everyone out of the area. None of them wanted to leave, so I started shoving them to get their attention. It took a tremendous amount of thrust to get those engines revved high enough to push the pod through the Earth’s gravity.
"No way." Several of the officers began to move, but the lead guy didn’t. "I have my orders. That pod stays here."
"Your orders are going to get you blown to pieces, if you don’t get out of the way," I shouted. "There’s an initial blast to give the pod a jumpstart."
"He shuts those engines down now or I’ll blow a hole through the glass." He aimed his gun. "Tell him to stand down! Now!"
Worry etching his face, Jaxon pressed his hands against the glass at T-minus ten seconds. Once the engines started, turning them off wasn’t advised, since the ignition already used up a third of the power cell. Igniting it again, the pod will never make it back to the Bridgeway without a recharge. I doubted the feds would allow us to let the solar panels sit in the sun for even six minutes without trying to steal it.
Since the stupid officer wasn’t going to move, I raced back and heaved him out of the way. A blast sent us flying. We tumbled down a small hill. Pain sliced through my upper arm before we landed in the grass. We watched the pod rocket into the air.
"Damn it!" The officer leaped off the ground and stared. He turned his ire on me. "We had our orders! Keep the pod safe."
"Too bad your orders didn’t include the Bridgeway crew." Unable to move my throbbing arm, I crawled toward the tablet, grabbed it, and prayed it hadn’t been cracked in our nosedive.
Pain shot through my arm again. When I touched the spot, I noticed blood coating my palm. It hurt like someone stuck a hot poker through my skin and out the other side. Thankfully, it was the meatier side, but it still stung like hellfire.
About the Author:
Amazon best-selling author, V.G. Harrison enjoys creating smart heroines who are more comfortable dealing with things like Fine-structure constant and quantum entanglement than the fallout from their conflict. She loves to write stories that leave her audience so engaged they can't sleep at night, thinking about the possibilities. In a nutshell, she specializes in humanity-facing sci-fi thrillers with cinematic tension and grounded physics.
V.G. holds a Bachelors in Biomedical Engineering and a Masters in Information Technology. When she's not writing, she's an IT manager in the healthcare information field.
Her ever-growing list of hobbies include astronomy, attending comic cons, keeping an eye on the cryptocurrency and stock markets, hydroponics gardening, hiking, dabbling in technology, and connecting with her daughter, Vivi, on a cool level.
Thursday, June 4, 2026
Release Day Blitz An Angel’s Treasure by Celia Breslin #ReleaseDay #PNR
The Cupid Dating Agency
Book Four
Celia Breslin
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Celia Breslin
Date of Publication: June 4, 2026
ISBN: 9798235028081
ASIN: B0GZYW11PS
Number of pages: 174
Word Count: 40K
Cover Artist: Danielle Fine
Book Description:
That moment when you realize you want your bestie…
Pastry chef Maya adores her friend group, especially a certain angel whose smile could dazzle the sun and whose heart is made of one-hundred-proof awesomeness. He’s her partner in hijinks, and the best ride or die a girl could ever have. At least he was…until the wedding reception incident. Cue hormonal fireworks and a secret crush guaranteed to splinter their carefully curated friendship—if she ever dared to tell him. Which she won’t.
Warrrior-class angel Raziel has a problem—a pint-sized fireball with a PhD in snark and sass. While he enjoys the heaven out of every moment with her, the slow burn in his soul has flared hotter than a supernova, so he’s burning to step beyond friendship into something more. Too bad she doesn’t seem to feel the same.
Cupids stick their meddling noses into the mix, sending them off with other partners. Maya welcomes the distraction from watching her flirty friend date someone else. Raz, on the other hand, has a new-found possessive streak and celestial flame sword ready to detach a certain rival suitor’s head from his shoulders.
With the cupids seeking to keep Maya and Raz apart, it may take a miracle—or thousands of party-crashing wendigos—to flip these friends into lovers…
An Angel’s Treasure is a secret crush, Friends to Lovers paranormal romance in the Cupid Dating Agency novella series. For fans of feisty, snarky heroines, big-hearted alpha heroes, otherworldly shenanigans, and steamy, slow-burn romance!
Excerpt:
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.
Okay, fine, it’s his touch sending the chills cavorting all over me. “I’m great.” Liar, liar, cookies on fire.
“Sure, you are.” He narrowed his eyes, too in tune with her to believe her fib—the danger of being such close friends for so long.
“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.
He arched one dark blond brow and waited.
Damn it, he smelled so good, like clove, pine, and citrus. Have to get out of here. “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.”
Ugh, someone save me from heroic, soft-hearted warrior angels. “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.
“Let me help,” he murmured again.
“I’ve got it.” She slid the last cookie onto the pile.
“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.
Celia Breslin lives in San Francisco, California, USA, with her family, which includes three feisty felines who like to stalk across her keyboard while she’s hard at work crafting urban fantasy, sci-fi and paranormal romances. 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!
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