Everyone, I have a special guest here today. Jess Macallan is the author of Stone Cold Seduction, and a lover of all things Supernatural. That makes her A-okay in my book! Without further ado:
I’m so excited to be a guest at Rosalie’s blog today! Not only is she one of my favorite Entangled authors (I’m a BIG Taeg fan), but we also share an obsession *cough* I mean appreciation for those gorgeous Winchester brothers from Supernatural. Because the holidays are in full swing, I wanted to do a holiday-themed blog for the paranormal fanatics out here. Santa may get a number of requests for Sam and Dean Winchester wrapped in a bow…ahem…but if that’s out of your budget, here’s a list of must-haves for the Supernatural lovers on your list:
- A custom-made, cushioned shoulder holster. If you’re ganking monsters, comfort is key when carrying weapons. Plus, if you’re forced to wear cheap suits, you need at least one quality accessory.
- A big-ass knife. If you want to score bonus points with the gift recipient, make sure it can kill demons, and have “The Gank-inator” etched on the blade.
- Holy water in a decorative, hand-blown glass vial. This is especially important if you’re a fan of supporting local businesses. If you’re going to toss holy water on all sorts of nasties from the depths of hell, your neighborhood glass blower can help you out.
- A baseball hat from a truck stop for the Bobby…um…boy in your life. A flannel shirt is optional.
- A khaki trench coat. Nothing says Cas, I mean class, like a well-tailored coat.
- Artisan gourmet salt—when you’re on the road chasing the next monster, you need salt for protection and flavor.
- And last but certainly not least, pie. Yes, pie. Dean’s favorite food deserves a space on this list for no other reason than because you’ll deserve a slice after shopping.
What’s your favorite paranormal or Supernatural inspired gift?
In the meantime, I’m celebrating the recent release of Stone Cold Seduction, the first book in my Set in Stone trilogy, available now from Entangled Publishing. Below is an excerpt I hope you’ll enjoy. I don’t have Sam or Dean Winchester, but I do have a sexy gargoyle and a hot phoenix. *winks*
“Elle. It’s just Elle.”
When a regular night of Robin Hood-ery results in the manifestation of some, um, unusual paranormal abilities, perfume-maker Elleodora Fredricks realizes the normal world she lives in isn’t quite… normal. And neither is she, thanks to her father, king of the shadow elves. Not only is he evil incarnate and the reason Elle moonlights as a burglar—someone has to take care of all his victims—he’s stolen her memories.
And only reading her fate can fix that.
Good thing she’s got a trio of hotties willing to help her find said fate. Saving her oracle BFF’s fiancée, falling in love with the gargoyle, and making up for breaking the phoenix’s heart ought to be a piece of cake for the princess of the shadow elves.
If only the king didn’t want his daughter dead…
Get in, get out. Get in, get out, I chanted in my head.
I could do this. I crept toward the stairs, keeping to the shadows and the outer edges of the room. Footsteps moving at a fast pace were coming toward me. I touched the small mark for the cloaking ward and silently chanted the words, and pressed against the wall. Please let this work. A split second later, two gargoyles rounded the corner. My mouth went dry, and I was afraid they’d hear my heart pounding, it was so loud.
They were full gargoyles. Their stone feet made dull, heavy thuds against the stone floor. Hysteria bubbled, and I wondered what happened if they got a chip in gargoyle form. Did they ever break a toe or finger off? Wings tucked behind them, horns on their heads, they were an awesome sight. Long faces, pointy chins and bright, glowing silver eyes. No clothes and very, very…naked.
I brought my gaze back to their faces as they neared the stairs. I held my breath. Silently, they brushed past me, oblivious to my presence. So close, I could have reached out and grabbed their…er…wings. I waited until I could no longer hear their footsteps, before releasing the ward and my breath in a quiet exhale.
I sucked in a deep, shaky breath. That had been far too close for comfort. I made my way down the stairs, one cautious step at a time.
Candle sconces lined the walls. Tiny flames flickered and cast sinister shadows down the curving stairwell. I felt like I was walking down to the dungeons, which is what I’m sure the lower levels used to be. Fear snaked along my spine. I didn’t want to be here.
Which was more motivation to hurry the hell up.
Because of the candle sconces, I couldn’t hug the walls. I crouched down and took the steps as quickly and quietly as I could. Every five steps, I paused to listen. The gargoyles must be faster than I gave them credit for, because I didn’t hear their footsteps receding.
The growing silence strained my nerves. Where were all the guards and oracles MacLean had spoke about? I’d heard one female and seen the two gargoyles. There were five upper levels and three lower levels. I should hear something.
Keeping one hand on the wall, trying to avoid the hot, dripping wax, I made my way downstairs, into what felt like the pit of hell. Was it getting warmer?
The spiral stairs continued down. I was almost there, when the next ward hit me. If I’d thought the first one was big, this one brought me to my knees. Literally.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t hear. Raw energy consumed me. It ripped through me with the force of a tsunami. As quickly as it started, it was over. Huddled on the stairs, I gasped for breath. A twinge in my shoulder indicated where the new mark was.
“The ward is down. Did you hear that?” The low, nasty voice came from below. It echoed in the stairwell. Heavy thuds on the stairs had me scrambling to my feet.
Shit. They were coming.
Quiet, calm shadow. Quiet, calm shadow, I repeated mentally, squeezing my eyes shut. I held the image in my head, praying it would hold. If I got out of this alive, I’d donate more. Volunteer my time. Be nice to every person I met. No more take-out food. I’d exercise and get enough sleep. I’d…
The two gargoyles raced up the stairs. Fast and agile, they ran right through me. Right through me.
Shock held me still.
Time was running out. I moved down the stairs, despite the way my legs threatened to give out with each step. Hitting the second level, I ducked into the first room I found. Hoping there was electricity down here, I fumbled for a light switch. Success. I flipped the switch.
With horror, I took in the scene in front of me.
Learn more about Stone Cold Seduction HERE.