Salem Supernaturals

An Excerpt from Match My Fall

Match my fall



Chairlift dating was a bad idea. After my third attempt, I skied to the other side of the mountain, looking forward to spend the rest of the day alone. When I saw the black diamond trail, I wondered if I’d rushed it. It was my first day out skiing this season. Still, it was too late now. The alternative was to claw my way back uphill.

Once I positioned myself and started skiing, I eased into my stance with more confidence. I was doing okay. Sure, it was steeper than I wanted just yet, but I cut my skis into the snow with wide turns to slow me down.

But then…

What happened?

I didn’t feel myself lose balance or go airborne, but in the next second, bam! I was eating snow. Without any warning, I’d face-planted. The cold slap of snow on my skin could wake the dead.

Worse, I was moving. Oh no, I was sliding downhill headfirst—and without my skis. Where did they go? As my jacket rode up, snow slid onto my neck. What fun. I attempted to slow myself down, but it was several more heart-wrenching seconds before I halted.

I sat up and wiped the snow from my goggles. My skis must have been knocked loose in the fall. They drifted diagonally downhill in opposite directions. I winced. What a disaster.

A guy in blue skied over and retrieved one of my runaway skis. Another guy in black skied over and grabbed the other. Eek, how horrifying.

I pulled myself up to my knees and brushed snow off my face and stomach. It had already started to melt and left an unpleasant chilly wetness on my skin.

A third guy with a red jacket that indicated he was ski patrol skied over to me and stopped with expert skill. “Are you okay?” He had a deep baritone.

I glanced up at him, mortified. He was massive, as tall as a tree and blocking out the sun with his broad shoulders—or perhaps it was just this angle. I couldn’t see much of his face as he wore a helmet and goggles. Plus, the embarrassment of my graceless fall still stung.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I think.” I tried getting up and plopped back down. “Aside from my bruised ego,” I grumbled.

“Let me help you up.”

As we attempted to get me back on my feet, I stumbled. It was a terrible angle on a steep pitch of the trail. I glanced up. It was also a dangerous spot. Skiers and snowboarders came over the bump where I must have been in a blind spot as they had to swerve to avoid me. If I made it off this mountain without a collision in the next ten minutes, it would be a feat of epic sorcery.

The guy in blue who had retrieved a ski brought it over. Ski patrol guy thanked him and said, “Got it. We’re good.” The guy skied away.

As I tried to slide my foot back into the binding, it kept popping out.

“It’s flatter over there.” Ski patrol guy grabbed my ski. He then motioned ahead to the guy in black who’d retrieved my ski farther down the slope and was trying to climb up to me. “Wait there. We’ll come to you.”

Ugh, I was such an instant calamity out here that three guys had to help retrieve the pieces to put me back together. I plodded through the snow over to the side of the trail with ski patrol guy. He moved quickly downhill and retrieved my second detached ski.

When I caught up, I muttered, “Thanks.”

The guy in black ensured I was all set before he continued downhill.

Ski patrol guy wiped out snow from the binding and popped it into the proper position. He put it down beside my boot. “Here you go.”

I attempted to wedge my boot back in. Nothing. “I can’t get it in.” I tried jamming it in, hoping to end this scene soon enough.

My boot didn’t connect. Worse, the movement shot the ski forward and into the woods.

“Oh no,” I muttered. Humiliation flooded me. My cheeks burned. Now would be a good time for an avalanche to sweep me away.


My wolf stirred inside and roused with sudden alertness.

Then a deep rumble rolled from within his chest. Mate.

Don’t be ridiculous, I replied as I skied over to a snowbank. The woman’s ski had wedged itself in and peeked out, half-buried. The snow was so deep that I had to remove my skis to venture in. I popped them off and planted them upright into a snowbank.

It’s her, my wolf insisted. Can’t you sense it?

I ignored the question. I’m trying to work here.

I grabbed the bottom edge of the ski and yanked it out of its snow cave. “Got it.” I declared in victory as I lifted it for her to see.

“Oh, good!” she shouted from the side of the trail.

It was covered in snow, and I brushed off as much as I could so she’d be able to put it back on. I carried the ski over to her.

As I approached, my wolf declared, It’s her.

I suppressed a scowl and focused on doing my job. What was wrong with him for thinking a woman we barely said two words to and knew nothing about was our mate? We hadn’t even made eye contact yet. She appeared so shaken by the fall, and her face was half-covered by her mask and goggles. Blond ringlets extended from under her helmet, wet from snow—as was much of her.

“Thank you so much for your help,” she gushed with gratitude once I reached her.

“No problem.” After I brushed more snow out of the bindings, I positioned the ski beside her white boot. “Careful, it’s as slippery as a salmon,” I joked to lighten the mood. “Hold on to me for balance.”

“Okay.” She placed her hand on my shoulder and attempted to wedge her foot into the ski.

I inhaled to get a sense of what was making my wolf go so batty. She definitely couldn’t be our mate.

Read what happens next in Match My Fall! 

Match My Fall is Out Today!

Match my fall

Fall into a wickedly charming romance when Salem witch Cassandra takes a wild ride with a wolf shifter!

After I drop my daughter with my parents, I head to the White Mountains for some much-needed me time at a ski resort. My friends convinced me to try a chairlift dating event, but when date after date turns out to be a dud, I take an escape route. Only my skis send me flying off my feet, and I end up tumbling downhill like a snowball.

Ski patrol comes to my aid in the form of handsome wolf shifter Valen, and we have more chemistry than a combustible potion. Chairlift dating was a disaster, but a fling with a rugged mountain man in his cozy slopeside cabin is tempting.

Until Valen thinks I’m his fated mate…

Read a fun, paranormal, age gap romance with a surprise pregnancy that will have you on the edge of your broomstick! If you like quirky characters, awkward meet cutes, meddling matchmakers, and enchanting settings, you’ll love Match My Fall!

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Spies without a Face is out Today!

Spies without a Face book cover

This midlife witch needs a vacation.

After dealing with so much dark magic in Salem, I’m giving everyone the side eye—even Austin, the new bear shifter next door. Especially after I sense someone is watching me.

Austin asks me to hide a kitten of all things. Although I’m suspicious at first, I can’t help the way I’m reacting to my handsome, way-too-young-for-me neighbor with the warm eyes and the lost soul.

I’ve sworn off dating since I broke up with my toxic ex but say yes to a “thank you for hiding my kitten” dinner.

Which is a disaster.

Worse, that same toxic ex—presumed dead for fifteen years—shows up at my door. 

He wants me back, but I’m older and wiser now. Or am I? 

For a witch content with her career in magic and with living alone with her cats, I now have my neighbor and my first love interested in me.

Dare I risk my heart at a second chance at love?

One click this fun and quirky, standalone, paranormal romance and escape into a world of magic, fated mates, and found families. 

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New Release: Sprite Wedding

The latest book in the Salem Supernaturals series is out!

Sprite Wedding

Cruises are supposed to be relaxing. This one took an awkward turn.

On the sail home, my fun-loving, dragon shifter mate jumps on a table to dance. And then strip. Why the pixie dust would Lucas do that? Yes, he used to be an exotic dancer, but this is a public venue. 

To make things worse, my ex is on board and witnessed the mortifying incident. The same elf broke my heart. Now he’s interested in getting cozy again.

Trouble follows us home. My ex continues to pursue me, a woman lurks around Lucas’s house, and he is ensnared by a spell. If I don’t figure out what’s causing this chaos, I could lose Lucas forever. 

Zoe, Lucas, and the gang are back in Sprite Wedding. If you like paranormal romantic comedies, you’ll love the Salem Supernaturals series with quirky characters, found family, magic, and mischief!
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Another Sneak Peek into Dancing with My Elf

Here’s another sneak peek into my new release, Dancing with My Elf, this time from Lucas!
Dancing with My Elf
This firefighter performance was one of my favorites. Ladies loved a man who could rescue them from a blaze, and it riled them up. The scenario amused me as a half-dragon shifter, since I embraced fire rather than feared it.
Wait, who was that at the back of the club? My eyes bulged. Was that my—landlord? What in all of Hades Crazies was Nova doing here?
I wouldn’t let Nova distract me from my performance. This was how I made a living and enjoyed it. Who was the cute brunette sitting beside her? She scanned the club with a serious expression that stood counter to all the happy ones. Why wasn’t she paying attention to my performance? Forget avoiding Nova, now I wanted to know what was up with her friend.
As the next performer came out on stage, I stopped by tables, shaking my moneymaker. Ladies ran their hands down my chest and dangerously close to the thunder down under as they stuffed dollar bills into my G-string. The more women I danced with, the more fun we had.
That was what was so great about this job—everyone left happy.
As I headed toward the back of the club, Nova attempted to shield her face with her auburn hair. Too late, I’d already spotted her. Ah, I could have fun with this. I sauntered over to their table. The brunette’s gaze was now fixed on me. That was better. I put a lot into my performances.
I bent down and teased Nova, “What are you doing here? Making sure I make my rent money this month?”
Her face glowed like fiery lava even under the dim light of the club. “No, of course not. I’ll explain later.”
“That’s right. Now’s the time to dance.” I turned my backside toward her and twerked, laughing to myself as I pictured her mortification. This would be a great story to tell the other dancers at the end of the night.
I turned around to ensure I gave proper attention to Nova’s friend. As I moved closer, the lights reflected off red and golden streaks in her hair. I wanted to make sure every woman who came here had a good time—if they wanted it. I put my hands behind my head and rolled my body from shoulders to hips, watching her pupils widen.
I leaned forward and asked, “Hey, Nova’s friend. I’m Lucas. What’s your name?”
“Are you having a good time tonight, Zoe?”
“I am indeed.” She tipped her head. “You’re quite the dancer.”
Her praise encouraged me to show off, especially after her disinterest earlier. I bent down, putting my hands on either side of the seat cushion behind her, and maneuvered into a sensual body roll.
Her scent reached me, confirming her elf blood. But also, something else…
Something I never thought possible. My dragon woke with instant awareness, drinking this moment in. Every muscle inside me turned rigid. Mistake.
Instead of the seductive move I’d planned, my sudden stiffness knocked me off balance. As I fell on top of Zoe, she braced herself by raising her arms and darted aside. I still managed to pin her left shoulder.
“What are you doing?” She pushed my chest back with surprising force.
Bewildered, it took me a second too long to catch up to what was going on. Part of her was still pinned beneath me, and I pulled back. “Sorry, I stumbled.”
Stunned by the unfamiliar buzz flowing like a current beneath my skin, I blinked through the confusion. What in blazing saddles just happened? Whatever it was, it swept through me with the literal effect of knocking me off my feet.
My dragon rumbled with satisfaction. ????.
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A Sneak Peek of Dancing with My Elf

Here’s a sneak peek into my new release, Dancing with My Elf!
Dancing with My Elf
The call about a demon sighting led Nova and me to investigate at a club that could be described as Alice in Muscle-land. Half-naked men with tanned, ripped bodies, danced for women at various tables while another performed on the stage.
In all my time as a detective for the Salem Supernatural Network, I’d never investigated at a venue quite like this.
I inhaled, attuned to any unusual scents. Cheap perfume and cheaper beer invaded my nostrils. Nothing that heightened my wariness of a prowling baddie.
The closest dancer wore a silver banana hammock. He rolled his body in some sort of sensual grind that the nearby women responded to with raucous enthusiasm. After he maneuvered before each one, he slipped away with more dollar bills sticking out of his cloth.
Dragging my gaze from that show like a rubbernecker passing a highway pileup, I searched for dark magic or anyone suspicious.
A man wearing tight white spandex shorts with what appeared to be concealing a cucumber welcomed us and took our drink order. The current song faded out, and the cowboy on stage strutted away with far fewer clothes and several more dead presidents dangling from his briefs and boots.
The next song began, “I’m too Sexy.” An attractive guy with blond hair past his chin, dressed as a firefighter walked on stage. He pouted like a model and strutted as if working the catwalk.
Nova dropped her head into her hand. “Oh, no. It’s my tenant Lucas.”
She attempted to hide her face, but Lucas spotted us and danced in our direction.
Abs. What fine abs.
Focus. I was here to find demons, not conquer my dry spell.
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New Release – Dancing with My Elf!

Dancing with My Elf

Part of the Salem Supernaturals series.

A delusional dragon shifter thinks I need his help. 

Ha. I’m a detective. Why would I need help from an exotic dancer on a case that involves dark magic? We’re searching for demons, not dollars.

Lucas is persistent, as if he knocked some sense loose flying too close to the sun.

But I don’t need this scaly shifter’s help solving crimes. Or his all-too-personal attention.

Even if he entrances me while he dances by rolling his amazingly chiseled abs…

Such fine abs.

No, focus. Demons are a bigger threat than my dry spell.

So whatever he’s offering, is a big, fat nope.

Fated mates and awkward introductions.  Fans of New Girl and Lucifer will love the Salem Supernaturals series – paranormal chick lit with a splash of romance, comedy, and mystery!

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