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Thursday Redux: Author Celia Breslin

Celia Breslin is revisting my blog today with a favorite post which first appeared here last year during my October Goosebumps special. (Thought this would be a good day to decorate my blog for Halloween) Celia writes Urban Fantasy & Paranormal Romance at Champagne Books. She’s one of those authors I’ll be able to say “I knew her when …”I’ve read and LOVE all her books. Can’t wait to get my hands on her new one—Destiny—and share a review here. Why not buy the first two books in the award-winning Tranquilli series to be ready for the new release.

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Fun facts not in my bio: Joss Whedon rules–The Cabin In The Woods is my current, favorite movie, and I’ve been known to walk around tossing out movie quotes from it. I’m not a morning person, so don’t talk to me before 8AM, unless you’re my trainer and we’re kicking serious exercise butt! Other random tidbits… Love Asian food, especially Thai and Japanese. Cinnamon addict. I have a tattoo I designed myself.

I originally wrote this post to honor my grandmother. She inspired my writer’s journey with the many stories she told me throughout my childhood. It was originally posted during Halloween month because what better way to celebrate this fun holiday than with a spooky story? Hope you enjoy it! 🙂

I grew up listening to my Irish grandmother’s stories about the Fae, including her encounter with a Banshee in her cellar when she was a teenager. Of her many stories, this is my favorite.

Bumped by the Banshee

By Celia Breslin

(Based on actual events as recounted by her grandmother)

I lived in a large two-story house with my parents, sister and grandmother. It was a cold, winter evening, nothing special or out of the ordinary. The family dined together, then my sister and I cleaned up while our parents and grandmother drank tea. We joined them at the dining table to do our homework, but my grandmother said she was tired and went upstairs to bed. My parents followed shortly after that, but my father paused on the landing.

“Maeve, it’s going to be a cold night. Fetch us some coal, please.”

I abandoned my homework, grabbed the empty coal bucket from the kitchen, and went down into the cellar. I filled my bucket and returned to the stairs. I had one foot on the first step when the temperature in the cellar, already cold, dropped dramatically. Chills ran down my back. Behind me, someone moaned.

But how could that be? I was alone…

Terror rooted me to the spot. The keening grew louder. I dropped my bucket and covered my ears. A cold wind bumped against my back. I stumbled forward as the shrieking wind rushed over me and up the stairs.

But how could that be? The cellar had no windows…

Above me, the cellar door slammed shut. The sound broke me from my stupor. I screamed and ran from the cellar, through the kitchen and dining room, up the stairs to my room. My parents and sister found me under my bed, shaking like a puppy lost in a snowstorm.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” They asked me, while pulling me from my hiding place.

“I heard the Banshee wail.”

We stared at each other in silence, all of us reaching the same conclusion moments later. We hurried to my grandmother’s room.

She was dead.

Copyright 2013, Celia Breslin. No part of this family story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical without permission from the author. Rita Bay has my permission. 🙂

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Urban Fantasy with Romantic Elements from Champagne Books

November 3, 2014 (available now for pre-order!)

Vampires, love, mayhem…all in a day’s work for Carina.

Picture of a fast moving cars at nightIn HAVEN, San Francisco nightclub owner Carina Tranquilli survives a vicious attack by her vampire family’s longtime archenemies. Several weeks later, as she struggles with PTSD and survivor’s guilt, supervillain Dixon resurfaces and kidnaps two of her best friends. To save them, Carina must comply with the evil bastard’s unusual demands. The kicker? She must tell no one what she is up to.

Meanwhile, she has a new dance club to open for the preternatural community, a fated soul mate acting secretive and distant, and a sexy, new, undead friend who’d love to take Alexander’s place in her heart and bed.

Blackmailed, betrayed, tempted…sometimes destiny has a wicked sense of humor.





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“My Family’s Home?” by Rita Bay

Welcome to Goosebumps. I’m sharing a family ghost story, “My Family’s Home?” I write paranormal, historical, and contemporary novels, novellas, and short stories which are published by Champagne Books, Carnal Passions, Secret Cravings Publishing, and Siren BookStrand.  Check out the blurb and buy info for my paranormal novella, Finding Eve, following my story about my family’s century-old home. The pic below is my family’s home which was pre-1906. The lady sitting on the porch died that year and the 1906 hurricane took down the eyesore of an oak tree on the right side of the pic. There’s a cat sitting on the steps and a man with a straw hat standing in the door.

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Have you ever been in an old house and knew you weren’t alone?  There’s something about old houses. Strip away the wallpaper and paint throughout. Change the drapes. Refinish all the furniture. They still don’t feel new. How do I know? After all my mother’s efforts to restore our century-old family home, we always knew we weren’t alone.

My great-grandfather, a cotton broker who built the house in 1889, lived comfortably with his wife and son in what their rich relatives called “the cottage.” Great-great-grandmother Mary moved in with them. She was the first to die there—of old age in 1906. In time, both of them died in their beds.

My grandfather and grandmother lost twin boys in a late-term miscarriage and their baby daughter during the influenza epidemic of 1918. Grandfather died when Mama was twelve. Like his parents and baby daughter, his wake was held in the living room.

When Mama married my father, they built their own home on the river, but we were frequent visitors in town. Even as a child, I felt Gramma wasn’t alone there, but it was always a comfortable, welcoming feeling—never threatening.

We moved in with Gramma when she was diagnosed with leukemia and couldn’t live alone. She died in her bed on Christmas Eve. I KNOW she stayed around but to this day can’t talk about what happened the week after she died.

After Gramma died, Mama totally restored the house. We’re talking award-winning with signs and plaques. When we held my wedding reception there, I discovered later that some of the guests had been a little uneasy about attending. A cousin confided that everyone was certain the house was haunted.

Years passed, Daddy died from a heart attack while working in the yard. The neighborhood changed from rural to urban shambles. Mama refused the invitations to move in with my family. Then, abruptly, she accepted.  Years later, she told me why.

Our spectral family had always confined themselves to the living room, dining room, and hall. They were benign presences, strictly observers; that is, until one of them invaded the kitchen. One day, when Mama was washing dishes, she thought she heard something in the front of the house. She walked over to the door leading to the hall. She stopped, unable to touch the doorknob. Suddenly, her hair was yanked from behind and a voice distinctly said “Go!” She grabbed her head and turned quickly but the room was empty. For the first time in her life, she felt unwelcome in her home. She believed that this was her family’s way of telling her—or giving her permission—to leave.

We maintained the empty house for more than a year before putting it on the market. We didn’t attend the closing when it sold. The new owner died within the month. His widow never lived there. Today, the house is a well-maintained business. I don’t know if my spectral family stayed with their home or accompanied their possessions which are in my home. They’re welcome to visit or reside with us anytime or maybe they’re already here.    Copyright © 2013 by Rita Bay

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Finding Eve, is the second novella in The Lyons’ Tales shapeshifter series. It’s available from  CHAMPAGNE BOOKS or AMAZON.

CLICK TO READ EXCERPT/BUYCan a feral cat ever return home? Nicholas Lyons, chief physician to the Lyons clan of shapeshifters, has mourned the death of his promised lifemate until a rogue shapeshifter reports having seen her at an exotic animal sale. Accompanied by Marie Lyons who is no stranger to the dark side, her new lifemate Anthony, and the imperious Lady Bat, he embarks on a frantic search for Eve through the dangerous world of exotic animal trafficking.

Eve, whose first memories are of recovering from an injury at an isolated animal refuge, has lived through a succession of owners in a world filled with cages and cruelty. When Eve meets Marie at the exotic animal sale, she begins to have flashes of a different life – a life in which she was something other than feline. Her last sale, however, has landed her as prey to exotic animal hunters and the clock is ticking.

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