My RWA friend Rebekah Ganiere and eleven other writers have put together a collection of stories perfect for Halloween. The book was just released last week so it's available to purchase now. Yay! Read on for more information.
Bewitching Desires: A Savannah Coven Anthology
by Rebekah R. Ganiere, Tami Lund, Niki Daninger, Jennifer Ray, Danielle Donaldson, Sheri Williams, Michele Mohr, Maria Arell, A. E. Snow, Andra Shine, Sonja Fröjdendal, and Kay Blake
Twelve Paranormal Stories of Love, Hate, and Desire. Bewitching Desires, The Savannah Coven Anthology, is packed full of Witches, Warlocks, Werewolves, Ghosts, and even a Reaper. All based around the great holiday of Samhain – or, as mere humans call it, Halloween. The witches of the Savannah coven are all preparing themselves for their favorite holiday, but on the night when humans and spirits collide, nothing ever goes as planned.
Journey with an angel across the country, with a reaper chasing a soul hiding in someone else’s body, to a haunted hotel, with a reluctant supreme witch who’d rather give her powers to someone else, not to mention eight other wild and intriguing encounters.
Twelve interwoven tales from bestselling and up and coming authors will have you wishing Samhain came more than once a year…
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Here's the description of Rebekah's story plus a short excerpt. Remember, there are eleven more stories in the book! Take a look…
Kissed by the Reaper by Rebekah R. Ganiere
Some loves are worth a battle with both heaven and hell to keep.
Rose committed an unpardonable sin right before she died. As penance, she has been reaping souls for Lucifer for over twenty years. On Halloween night she finds herself in Podunk nowhere ushering souls back to hell when she runs into the mysteriously handsome Gabriel who's not at all what he seems. After chasing him into a cornfield and battling an angel to get Gabriel's soul, she leaves with more questions than answers.
Gabriel is an angel hiding out as a jumper. A soul that jumps from body to body to stay hidden on Earth. But when he finds himself mortally wounded there is only one person he can turn to for protection. The feisty and beautiful reaper who tried to kill him the year before.
With Gabriel recuperating in her bed, Rose is summoned by her boss to hell where he makes her a proposal. Find the jumper Gabriel and deliver his soul, and she will be set free. Fail and become Lucifer's bride forever. It should be an easy choice. Problem is, Gabriel is the first person Rose has been able to touch without scaring to death in the last twenty years. And just his presence has begun to bring back hidden memories from her human life. In the end Rose will have to make the ultimate decision. Choosing Gabriel or choosing herself.
“Did you know there's a black guy slumped on the floor in the last aisle?” said one.
“What?” Alarm bells went off in her head. “Crap.” The guy from the back door. She'd completely forgotten about him.
Rose rushed to the side of the counter, threw the separator up and raced down the last aisle. The bell tinkled for the front door, but she kept moving.
She found him splayed on the floor, face down. “Dammit.” She knelt by his side and rolled him over. “Hey. Hey, wake up.” She patted his cheek.
His eyes fluttered open and went from hazel to golden and then back again. “Rose.”
Her heart pounded. A Jumper. “Elijah?”
He nodded. No wonder he knew her name.
She threw his arm over her shoulder and helped him into a seated position.
“How did you find me?” She glanced around while trying to get Elijah to his feet. A Jumper, especially a hurt one wasn't the norm for her. As a Reaper it was her job to play bounty hunter and send Jumpers to hell. They didn't usually come asking for help. Someone was on his tail.
“I've known all year.” Blood dribbled down his chin.
She laced her fingers between his, got him up, and leaned him on the shelf. She needed to move him out of sight and get everyone out of the store. No! She needed to get his butt out of her store. She still bore the scar from her last visit to Lucifer's pad a year prior when she'd let him slip through her fingers.
“Did you take the angelbreath?” she asked.
He nodded. “The whole container.”
“You gotta leave. Now. At sundown I'll have to reap you.”
He gaze connected with hers. “I've missed you.”
Her gut tightened and the feeling that she knew him from somewhere rushed through her again. All year she'd tried to forget him, but it was hard to forget an angel Jumper. Especially one who looked at her the way he did.
“Ah, damn. Come on.” She half dragged, half carried him toward the front of the store. It was slow and he stumbled several times but they finally made it to the curtain separating the store from the back rooms. She glanced toward the front counter. The goths were gone. So was the merchandise. Stupid girls. They'd pay for stealing from her.
She used her hip to nudge the curtain aside and helped him through the box maze over to a large red chaise lounge. She threw him down on it. He grunted and tried to pull himself into a sitting position.
“What the hell happened to you?” She looked around and located a box of tissues. Pulling out several, she dabbed his mouth, wiping away the blood.
She stopped dabbing. “Reapers plural?”
“Reapers don't work together.”
He gave her a winning smile. “I'm a special case.”