Howl-O-Ween Blog Hop #sweetandspicyromance #bloghop #Halloween #AllHallowsEve #paranormal #romance

Halloween is only a couple of weeks away and I can’t wait to take the kids trick-or-treating! While for some the “holiday season” is only Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years (or perhaps just Christmas), for me, my holiday season starts with Halloween.

It’s been no secret on this website that October, November, and December are my favorite months. I just LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the beauty of Fall, and I am so ready to finish this year out! Of course, with that comes the blah of winter with no holidays to look forward to, but I’m not going to think about that right now.

So what do I have for this stop on the Howl-O-Ween Blog Hop hosted by The Mommy Island and The Kids Did It.

To celebrate the holiday of ghosts, witches, and all things scary (even though I Love Halloween, Hate Scary things and my novel isn’t a dark historical or paranormal), I’m giving away one eBook copy of my sweet/clean historical romance with paranormal elements, When the Black Roses Grow, to one winner.

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And don’t forget to check out the other stops on this hop!

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Twenty-five men and women were accused.
Nineteen hung to their death on Gallow Hills.
One suffocated under bone-crushing stones.
All believed to possess the power of witchcraft.

In 1692 the fear of witchcraft is spreading around Salem Village. While those who are accused and sentenced face death, everyone else faces the risk of accusations placed upon them.

As Emmalynn Hawthorne, the daughter of a woman hung for witchcraft, places a bouquet of flowers upon her mother’s grave, a circle of black roses sprouts out of thin air. Dark magic, the roses strike fear through her heart when Mary Pruett and the handsome newcomer, James DeKane, spy upon her as they pass along the traveling road. Emmalynn flees and her panic soon turns into terror as another vine of black roses sprouts and grows throughout the inside of her home. Is she a witch? Will she be the next accused?

James DeKane has secrets of his own—ones that could prove deadly for him and anyone he holds dear. At fault for the untimely death of his parents, he must protect his hidden brother and dying sister, all while fearing that the haunting prophecy bestowed upon him at birth will come to pass. Desperate and fighting the monster deep inside of him, he’s searching for the one love who can alter his destiny.

A dark green vine whispered for my attention. It appeared in the corner—the stem grew quickly from my floorboards, growing a few inches every passing second. Smaller vines sprouted from the first, curling in all directions, and a few leaves grew from the stems, popping outward and bouncing a little from their sudden burst of movement.

I flung my arms—the sudden jerk of my body sent my rump slamming hard onto the floor. My hand slapped across my mouth to hide my scream as the dark magic fluttered through the air in a teasing and taunting dance, waving its leaves as if to scold me for my sins.

I scrambled to my feet, and grabbed the handle of the pot, not caring that the hot piece of the wire burned the palm of my hand. I shoved the back door open. It collided with the outside wall of the house as I shoved the pot through the doorway and cast the iron flying through the air. It plunged to the grass, landing with a loud bong.

I slammed the door, raced to my chopping block, and grabbed the large knife laying on the cutting board.

If I cut it, it will wither and die. Tis nothing more than a weed, a simple weed, and if I cut it, it will wither and die.

My heels slid across the floor slowly. Hesitation stirred in my blood, and my hands trembled as I hovered over the vine.

The familiar green vine I had seen before…floating over my mother’s grave.

In a bold, swift swipe, I slashed the stem. The green color turned into a deep black, and the vine shriveled and vanished.

My rump hit the floor, and curled my legs up into my chest. My heart pounded in panic. My lungs heaved. The thought of moving, even an inch, overwhelmed me.

Please do not return. Please do not return.

I sat upon the floor, trying desperately to control my breathing and slow my rapid heartbeat. The anxiety of needing to calm myself immediately only made me want to crawl out of my own skin even more.

Please, Lord, do not allow it to return. Please.

I finally heaved myself up off the floor onto my knees, and slowly placed one foot on the floor, rose, and placed the other foot down.

Please, Lord, plea—

Another vine sprouted before my eyes.


The knife slipped from my fingers, landing on the floor with a thud and bounced a couple of times. The green vine reappeared, curling through the air once again. Leaves sprung from the stem, waving just as the others had done. The vine’s growth as short-lived as it sprouted fully, larger than before.

My mind whirled out of control, lost in a sea of unexplainable reasons and sheer terror. Shadows closed in all around me with one single wave of panic I did not know if I could withstand.

A knock gently rapped against by back door. I spun on my heel, and covered my mouth. Surely, t’was nightfall, surely, the sun had set, giving way to the darkness for its evening slumber. The only expected visitors were the ones invited, and I certainly did not invite anyone over to my home.

Another knock rapped, this time a little harder than the first, and I tiptoed over to the door.

“Who is there?” My voice cracked on the last word.

“T’is James DeKane.”

Don’t forget to check out all the other fabulous blogs on this hop!

(Host) The Kids Did It deal sharing aunt usa It’s Free At Last
(Host) The Mommy Island 3 partners in shopping usa Readeropolis
(VIP) Still Blonde after all these YEARS like Hanna Three Boys and an Old Lady
(VIP) Coupons and Freebies Mom Improve Your Mental Health Homeschool Insights
(VIP) Broken Teepee Lisa-Queen of Random Modern Day Gramma
(VIP) Beautiful Touches PaulaMS’ Giveaways, Reviews, & Freebies Books, Bargains, Blessings
(VIP) Simply Sherryl ML Hamilton Heck Of A Bunch
(VIP) Aging Like A Fine Wine Mommy’s Playbook the Candid Cover (INT)
(VIP) Rockin’ Book Reviews Mom To Grandma In The Know With JoJo
(VIP) Shopping Kim On Honeysuckle Hill The Jersey Momma
Zombie Parenting Celebrate Woman Today Mystylespot
FROG Reviews and Ramblings Leahsay’s Views Belinda Kroll, Books for Kids & Teens
Tizzy Says Author Carrie L. Wells Stacy Tilton Reviews
Lenore Harper Doodles, doodles everywhere (INT) Of Learning and Nesting
Rita Reviews Women and Their Pretties Candid Mama
Freebies, Deals, & Steals Imperfect Women Kerrific Online
My Silly Little Gang Utterly Amazing Java John Z’s
Batch of Books Laurali’s Blog Says Me Says Mom
Reading Reality Tammie’s Reviews, Giveaways and More Confessions of a Frugal Mind
Way 2 Good Life Chrisy’s Cozy Corners Comeback momma
Savings in Seconds Susie’s Reviews and Giveaways B is 4
Box Roundup Author Joan Holub Home Jobs by MOM
The Monarch Mommy Naturalhairlatina CENTRAL BARGAINS AND GIVEAWAYS
Practical Frugality Lynchburg Mama Bargnhtress
Parenting In Progress JeanBookNerd Hip Mama’s Place
Literary Winner Trisha Dishes Art and Tree Chatter
Heartbeats~ Soul Stains The Homespun Chics Erica Ever After
Here We Go Again Ready Shopping Kim Reviewz & Newz
The Silver Dagger Scriptorium Eclectic Evelyn Utterly Amazing
icefairy’s Treasure Chest Ann Again and again Reviews My Crafty Zoo
Gypsy Road Surf, sand and sons Mom Does Reviews
Finding Sanity In Our Crazy Life MYTHICAL BOOKS Angie’s Angle
Miss Molly Says Add Norwegian Lifestyle (Open WW) Garden Dreams Decor
Nanny to Mommy Luv Saving Money A Modern Day Fairy Tale
It’s a Jersey Thing Adult Coloring 101 Angela Christina Archer ~ Author

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