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Michelle M. Pillow
Tagline: A little magickal mischief never hurt anyone…
Erik MacGregor, from a clan of ancient Scottish warlocks, isn’t looking for love. After centuries, it’s not even a consideration…until he moves in next door to Lydia Barratt. It’s clear that the shy beauty wants nothing to do with him, but he’s drawn to her nonetheless and determined to win her over.
Lydia Barratt just wants to be left alone to grow flowers and make lotions in her old Victorian home. The last thing she needs is a demanding Scottish man meddling in her private life. Just because he’s gorgeous and totally rocks a kilt doesn’t mean she’s going to fall for his seductive manner.
But Erik won’t give up and just as Lydia let’s her guard down, his sister decides to get involved. Her little love potion prank goes terribly wrong, making Lydia the target of his sudden embarrassingly obsessive behavior. They’ll have to find a way to pull Erik out of the spell fast when it becomes clear that Lydia has more than a lovesick warlock to worry about. Evil lurks within the shadows and it plans to use Lydia, alive or dead, to take out Erik and his clan for good.
Movement appeared out of the corner of her eye and she spun to the side. Nothing was there. Lydia gave a short laugh, trying to dismiss her apprehension as nerves about the upcoming date and her grandmother’s ghostly presence lingering around.
She leaned over and flipped the pile of dresses to study the first two she’d tried on. To herself, she asked, “Sexy vixen,” she lifted a red and then a black, “or seductively understated?” Then, louder, she asked, “What do you think, Gramma? Should I just wear the Halloween princess gown?”
She felt a light yank on her hair and dropped both garments. Spinning, she was caught between a startled scream and a scolding. Nothing was there. Her heart beat a little faster.
“That’s not funny,” she whispered, taking deep breaths.
The temperature of the room dropped dramatically, so that she could see the pants of air coming from her mouth. Her grandmother’s ghost never made the entire room this cold. Lydia shivered violently, feeling sick to her stomach. Another tug pulled her hair, harder this time. She spun around only to have her hair pulled again from behind. She turned again and again, seeing nothing. She swatted her arms, trying to push back whatever it was, yet her arms fell through air.
“What do you want?” she yelled.
A light humming answered, sounding very much like a child singing in play.
Lydia cried out, “Stop!”
Instantly, whatever it was obeyed. The temperature rose to normal yet she still shivered.
Lydia weakly made her way to the stairs, needing to get away from the room. She stumbled down the hall in her haste. Her long skirt tangled around her legs and she pulled it up to take the steps two at a time. The sound of footsteps ran down the upstairs hall. She trembled in fear, turning to look up the stairs. A shadow came forward with no figure attached to it before disappearing back down the hall, taking its footsteps with it.
Trying to watch where she was going, while keeping an eye on the stairs, she staggered toward the kitchen door. The footsteps came back and skidded to stop at the top of the stairs. A shadowy figure loomed above her. The same voice from before began to sing, louder and clearer, “You can’t hide. You can’t seek. You can’t find the will to speak.”
A giggle sounded by the couch. Lydia screamed as another shadow appeared in the living room. Then, suddenly, the roots of her hair were pulled from behind.
Michelle M. Pillow, Author of All Things Romance, is a multi-published, award winning author writing in many romance fiction genres. Ever since she can remember, she has had a strange fascination with anything supernatural—ghosts, magical powers, and oh! vampires. After discovering historical romance novels, it was only natural that the supernatural and love/romance elements should someday meet in her wonderland of a brain. She’s glad they did for their children have been pouring onto the computer screen ever since.
Michelle loves to travel and try new things, whether it’s a paranormal investigation of an old Vaudeville Theatre or climbing Mayan temples in Belize. She’s addicted to movies and used to drive her mother crazy while quoting random scenes with her brother. Though it has yet to happen, her dream is to be in a horror movie as 1. A zombie or 2. The expendable screaming chick who gets it in the beginning credits. But for the most part she can be found writing in her office with a cup of coffee in pajama pants.
She loves to hear from readers. They can contact her through her website: www.MichellePillow.com
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