Sorry for all the posts lately, it’s been a busy time with the release of Deadly Reflections and taking part in the treasure hunt. But today we’re giving you THREE Halloween treats. No trickery involved.

The first treat is a Halloween flash fiction we wrote for Eve Jacob’s blog. We had the idea after visiting the Edinburgh Dungeons, but didn’t have a chance to write it. So when Eve asked for Halloween flash fiction, we knew this was our chance. It’s called House of Wolves and follows Ripley and Tristan as they visit a haunted house attraction on Halloween and find that some monsters are real. Read it here.

Our second treat is a crazy/awkward interview we did with Anya Breton. Find out what we think of robots, which of our characters we’d like to bring to life and that wouldn’t be such a good idea. Check it out here.

And our third and final treat is from L K Jay, our fellow ghost hunter. Her ghost story, The Listening Post is FREE today and tomorrow. Who doesn’t love a ghost story on Halloween? Download it here UK    USA

And here’s a random picture of our pumpkins.051



The Only Sorceress Cover Reveal

We’re very excited because today we get to do a cover reveal! We’ve done several of our own but we’ve never revealed anyone else’s cover. Yet Anya Breton has entrusted us with hers. We feel we should have those fancy crimson curtains that part to reveal it, but knowing our luck, the pull string would snap or the damn thing would fall off the wall. Perhaps you could across the screen down slowly to create some anticipation.

So without further ado, we present the first book in The Only Sorceress series, The Only Sorceress *cue applause* It will be out tomorrow.

The Only Sorceress Anya Breton

About the Book:
Self-proclaimed sorceress Kora Walsh knows exactly how to use her shiny new MBA. She’ll open a new age shop in a colony of the country’s most powerful witches. But the town rife with bigots doesn’t want her or her sleek shop tainting their perfect community.

Kora would leave if she had any choice in the matter. She’s trained from childhood for her true task—infiltrating coven leadership as her mother’s mole. Failure to do her familial duty is not an option, not when her childhood nemesis is assured her failed soul for an eternity of torture.

And thanks to the colony’s loudest supporter, the beautiful Desmond Marino, failure is a very real danger.


Excerpt – From Chapter Five:

I might have considered the hotness factor of the guy in the tailored suit standing on my porch if I hadn’t been operating on three hours of sleep. Instead, I repeatedly rubbed the crust out of my eyes and contemplated what kind of insurance he could possibly be selling.

Was there a company that insured members of the Underground against accidents? Whatever it was, it would cost me an arm and a leg because the outfit covering his sinewy body couldn’t have had a price tag for less than a thousand dollars.

“Yeah?” I asked over a particularly aggressive yawn. It came out as “Eeeaaa?” I took the opportunity to pull my polyester robe around myself while he peered over my shoulder into my empty living room.

“I’m Desmond Marino,” the guy on my front stoop said.

The matter-of-fact tone of his smooth, masculine voice suggested he expected I’d heard of him. Likewise he didn’t extend the arm hanging beside his black silk-blend jacket to offer me a shake—the implication being he didn’t feel I deserved the courtesy. Nor did he lift his eyes from their hooded position. That gaze combined with his flat, dark eyebrows and the full lips of a Michelangelo statue gave off the impression of sensual menace. Then again, maybe it was that he was hot in an international male model sort of way with his short blue-black hair, chiseled nose, and posh wardrobe.

He scrutinized me up and down. This guy could give my nemesis a run for his money in the menace department.

What in the world had made me think of Trip now?

The smoky tang of incense floated on the air. I hadn’t burnt any, and the breeze was too brisk for it to have come from a neighbor. But no, that wasn’t incense. It was the marker of a witch.

I took a stealthy sniff while blinking slowly. The crisp note of a fresh mountain stream overtook the smoky tang. Water witch. My stomach twisted into a tight knot. Water witches’ empathic ability often caused the most trouble of the magical community.

“You are not welcome here,” he said in a voice loud enough to wake the neighbors.

Despite the volume I wasn’t sure I’d heard him correctly during my twentieth yawn of the morning. “Pardon?”

His eyes—a disturbing aqua blue not far off from my cerulean hair—somehow managed to hood more without completely closing. He was familiar. Strange, considering I’d never officially met a Water witch.

“This is a colony for witches,” he said haughtily. “You aren’t a witch. How did you get in here?”

“I signed a year lease just like everyone else,” I said, deliberately misunderstanding him.

“This is Wipuk,” he said as if he thought I’d gotten lost on my way to Phoenix. “If you aren’t a witch then you aren’t welcome. You shouldn’t have even been able to crosswithout magical ability.”

I made damn sure he saw my eyebrows shoot up to the middle of my forehead. Desmond Marino was a dick. But if he felt like he could knock on my door at whatever time it was and tell me I wasn’t welcome, then I figured he fancied himself important. I couldn’t simply tell him to stick his head in Cerberus’s maw if I had any chance of completing the task my mother had set forth for me. Infiltrating the magical community’s leadership would be a difficult task without ticking off anyone who might have their ear.

So I emulated an airhead. Guys were always nicer to stupid girls.

“Really?” I blinked vacuously blank eyes twice. “I have a shapeshifter neighbor. And over there in apartment one twenty-six are a werefox dad and son.” I pointed past Desmond the dick’s shoulder toward the building across the courtyard. I let my head tilt to the right so my hair would fall away from my cheek in a girlish way. “I didn’t know witches could be infected by Were-viruses.”

They couldn’t. Nor could a shapeshifter be born a witch. The analogy would be like a dog being born a cat.

Desmond the dick’s full lips puckered, giving him a Muppet-like appearance. “They have been given dispensation to live in Wipuk and keys to cross. You haven’t.”

“Oh gosh,” I said ruefully with noticeably slow blinks I’d always imagined equated to idiocy. “I have this letter from the Centralized Coven Coalition that says… Hang on.” I held up my index finger in the “one moment” sign. “Let me go get it. I don’t want to misquote anyone.”

I scampered to the breakfast bar where I’d dropped my laptop bag. In the stack of papers that included my business plan for my intended shop, my bank statements, and market research into the Sedona economy, was a letter from the coalition. I returned to the door as I flipped through the pages.

“Here it is,” I said in an appropriately vacant tone. “It’s addressed to Rebecca Kora Walsh.” I glanced at him. “That’s me.” At his darkened look, I continued. “It says, I quote, ‘Thank you for your recent interest in relocating to the Wipuk colony. Any faction capable of finding Wipuk is welcome to join us.’” I gave Desmond the dick my beatific smile along with a playful little bounce that sent my cerulean hair sliding away from my face. “I found it!”

His chin was flush with his collar now. The whites of his eyes were no longer visible. Clearly he didn’t enjoy my airhead act.

“Someone helped you,” he said with careful enunciation. “You didn’t simply walk into Wipuk on your own.”

I shook my head slowly, allowing my eyes to widen in my Golly-Gee-Mr. Wilson expression. “I don’t know anyone here except for the shapeshifter I met last night and the teenage werefox who stole my boxes but brought them back. No one helped me find Wipuk. I just found it.” I gestured to the paper in my hand. “Like I said in my original letter to the coalition, I’m a sorceress. I think that’s why I was able to find the colony.”

Desmond the dick stared at my eyes furiously for three seconds as if he’d expected me to change my tune merely to please him. His next words came out in the same careful tone as his previous statement. “There is no such thing as a sorceress. You had to have help.”

There wasn’t. But he didn’t need to know that. He did need to know I could wield magic. I’d have to give him a show of it.

About the Author: 
Anya Breton is a web monkey with an obsession for nail polish and rubber chickens. Her fears include Peeps and people who hate clowns. She lives in the Midwest with her significant other.

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Decent Exposure

We are VERY excited today. Fangirl excited because for the first time, the lovely, witty, awesome Anya Breton is visiting Ravens Retreat! We’ve got the fancy chocolate and orange soda ready. We’ve followed Anya for a while now on Twitter and we love her. She’s always entertaining us with funny tweets, conversations she has with her guy, and not to mention her wonderful blog, which hosts Monday Beauties, Friday Hotties, cover reveals and plenty more great stuff. She only has one fault – she rarely promotes her excellent work. In fact, it wasn’t ’til we saw her review of GDR on Goodreads that we found out she was a writer. With ten novels published. We bought the first one – Lore vs the Summoning and LOVED it. Since then, she’s also released her fabulous erotic series, Randy’s Diner and now she has the Hex Appeal series. The first book is Alpha Exposed. We bought it immediately. She also has another book out this month, which we’re very excited about.

In order to win a copy of Alpha Exposed, all you have to do is caption this pic of the hottie (who is the inspiration behind Dion in Alpha Exposed). You can enter multiple times and you have a week to come up with the best caption.

Alpha Exposed Anya BretonHere’s the blurb for Alpha Exposed:
When Samantha’s sister goes missing, all signs point to supernatural
foul play. Her fellow Air witches won’t help, leaving her with one
miserable choice—to beg for assistance from Dion Hebert, the odious
weretiger Alpha she shot down months ago. In front of his pack. What’s
a witch to do?

Dion can’t believe Samantha has the nerve to come begging after she
humiliated him in front of half the supernatural Underground. He
agrees to help in exchange for the one thing he’s always
wanted—Samantha Avira. Naked. Wrapped around him in every delectable
position he can imagine. But since the witch humiliated him
publically, Dion wants the sex to be public too.

The thought of getting naked with Dion turns Samantha on, as much as
she tries to deny it. The thought of getting naked with him in front
of everyone leaves her part aroused and part horrified. When Dion
makes good on his end of the bargain, Samantha’s deepest, darkest
desires are unleashed. And the result is pure, sexy magic that can’t
be tamed.

Excerpt is here: http://www.jasminejade.com/productspecs/9781419941016.htm

Buy links:
Ellora’s Cave http://www.jasminejade.com/p-10416-alpha-exposed.aspx
Amazon UK http://www.amazon.co.uk/Alpha-Exposed-Hex-Appeal-ebook/dp/B009M4YYZW/
Amazon US http://www.amazon.com/Alpha-Exposed-Hex-Appeal-ebook/dp/B009M4YYZW/

My links:
Web site – http://blog.anyabreton.com/
Twitter – http://twitter.com/AnyaBreton
Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/anyabretonauthor

Click on the books below to buy

Time's Daughter Anya BretonLore vs the Summoning Anya BretonRandy's Diner K's Awakening Anya Breton

Simply the Guests

We’re skiving again at Ravens Retreat and are instead, visiting not one, but two blogs, hosted by two of our favourite people on Twitter – erotic/romance author Lacey Wolfe and supernatural/erotic author Anya Breton.

First off, let’s head to Lacey’s blog, where we talk about being bitten by the Indie bug and how we got started on this whole fairytale adventure http://www.laceywolfe.com/1/post/2012/07/guest-post-c-l-raven-on-disenchanted-newrelease.html.

Are you back safe from your journey? Good, ‘cos now we’re flying to Indiana to meet Anya, where we confess to making our own burglary tool and committing an act of breaking and entering on our neighbours’ house. All because they asked us to catsit. Three years later, we still haven’t lived it down. http://blog.anyabreton.com/2012/07/trauma-llama-c-l-raven-mind-coffee-cream/

So come and visit us! And while you’re there, check out some of these lovely ladies’ books. They are both excellent writers and we highly recommend them.