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A Place of Peace and Healing

So here’s the thing: I haven’t had time to write much more than short stories in a while (cue the sad violins). But the reason I’ve been so busy is because I’ve been editing my not-so-inconsiderable backside off, particularly these past few months on the new and upcoming releases for the Wiccan Haus.

The Wiccan Haus is a shared world paranormal erotic romance series owned by Musa Publishing, and all books in it are edited by your truly. The world was created by Dominique Eastwick in her book Shifting Hearts, and I work with her to make sure that the world develops consistently and we don’t cross any streams (as any Ghostbuster will tell you, crossing streams is baaaad news).

And after editing three books set there nearly back to back, it’s also a place I kind of want to live. And so… (drumroll)

The Wiccan Haus Spa and Resort is on a (deceptively) small island off the coast of Maine (suuuuuuure it is. Just don’t consult the star charts). It is run by Sage, Cemil, Cyrus, and Sarka Rowan, four very powerful siblings who are all that remain of their large family after assassins, sent after Cyrus, slaughtered four of their sisters. First they healed themselves, and then they turned to healing others. (Sarka, the oldest, would like to point out that she thought it was a terrible idea to invite humans to the island when they were already hosting weres and vamps and psychics, but Sage and Cemil were… insistent.)

Since we’re human, we’d have to take the ferry from the mainland. Don’t worry about the fog bank; it’s always there, and the ferry makes it through every time. The island is just on the other side. You can see the Haus from the ferry dock, just a short walk up the path. The building itself looks like something right out of a Bavarian forest, with white exterior walls, thick wood beams, and red-shingled roof.

All humans are housed on the third floor. The second floor is for Paranormal guests only. To keep people from wandering the wrong floors, there are three elevators. Elevator #3 can only be operated by a human, and only goes to third floor. Elevator #2 only goes to the second floor. And Elevator #1… well, no one really knows where it goes, but rumor has it that Sarka installed it.

There are classes for everyone, depending on what kind of healing you’re in need of (Trixie is always happy to have people in her deep breathing class), and in your free time, you’re encouraged to wander the island. There is a hot springs, an orchard, and a lake all within a ten minute walk of the Haus. There are cabins for staff and guests desiring more privacy scattered around the island, but you probably want to stay away from the Head of Security’s place. He’s a territorial were-tiger, and while his human mate might say he’s as harmless as a kitten, there are more than a few Paras who would disagree.

For a health resort on a tiny island, there’s a lot of security. And they’ve needed it more often than you’d expect. There have been out of control weres, military actions, and evil Paras, all bent on destroying the safe space the Rowans have created. They haven’t had much luck.

And there’s the romance, of course. But that’s where the good bits are, now isn’t it?

Books in the Wiccan Haus series:

Coming tomorrow, our first GLBT Wiccan Haus!

Coming July 13:

And more beyond that. I’m so seriously in love with this world, I’ve started outlining a book of my own!

More about the Wiccan Haus


Smutty threesome, anyone?

So. Hey. This month is steamy pictures and excerpts. Which is handy (ha!), since what I’ve had time to write over the past year is… steamy. And quick. Kind of like Scarlett Parrish’s leap to making lewd commentary on what she’d like to do to various actors. BTW, Scarlett? Never change.

But if you want a steamy excerpt? I can do that.

In fact, How about an excerpt from my short story “Business Expenses,” to be published in Cleis Press’s Suite Encounters: Hotel Sex Stories next month? It’s a heck of a departure from what you’re all used to from me (this one has girl bits to spare!), but I think you’ll enjoy it…

Using his passkey, Javier let himself in, maneuvering carefully so as to not bang the cases or screw up the walls. He’d just leave the luggage in the bedroom and then go home, take a shower, maybe jerk off to let off some steam.

But when he got in the bedroom, he stopped cold.

Working in the resort, he’d seen a lot of guests naked. It was surprisingly common for them to get locked out when chasing down the housekeeping cart for extra towels, and then there were the skinny-dippers – both in the ocean and the house pool – as well as the occasional conference attendee that had yet to realize that just because there was an open bar did not mean you had to drink until it closed. But this. This was different.

The king-sized bed was in complete disarray, blankets and pillows all over, and in the middle of it all there were two women. One was pale, her auburn hair twisted up to show the creamy length of her neck as she bent to lick between the dark brown thighs of her companion. The one on her back moaned softly, kneading her own breasts slowly as she squirmed under the other one’s mouth.

“Fuck me, that’s hot.” The words escaped Javier’s mouth before he’d realized them, and then it was too late.

The two women froze and turned to look at him, and Javier stood there for a few long seconds wondering if this was the one thing that would get even him fired. Probably.

He cleared his throat and set the suitcases down as gently as he could. “Your luggage,” he said, stupidly. “I knocked, but. Um.”

The redhead snorted. “Yes, we see.” She crawled up to cover her lover’s body with her own, never once looking away from Javier as she treated him to a slow once-over that couldn’t possibly have missed the semi he was still sporting.

After a long while, Javier, realized he was still standing there. “I’ll go now,” he said, backing away. “Sorry to disturb.”


The other woman rolled the redhead off her and climbed out of the bed, grabbing a resort-issued robe that she didn’t bother to belt up. Tall and curvy, with richly dark skin and her hair kept short so nothing got in the way of her high cheekbones and pale green eyes, she reminded Javier of a panther he’d seen on TV once, stalking its prey. And he sure felt like a bunny.

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I now return you to your regularly scheduled shenanigans.