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I’m a supernatural kind of gal. I write about mythological creatures and I’ve created a unique world. My flaming guest also writes with the flare of the supernatural.

Please welcome Cree Walker!
Maple Lane Manor, Home for Retired Supernaturals: 5 Star Review from the
Paranormal Romance Guild
2013 Finalist for the UPAuthors Fiction Challenge


Blurb:
A lighthearted Paranormal Romantic Comedy…

Maple has spent the last decade, switching from one college major to
another. She’s so scared to make a mistake in life, that she’s having a little
trouble getting it started. Never quite knowing her purpose, the decision is
suddenly made for her when her vampire, grandmother mysteriously passes away and
leaves Maple Lane Manor, and it’s four elderly supernatural residents in her
care.
Upon arriving home for the first time in ten years, Maple is stunned to see
that the Manor isn’t the pristine, stoic, hill top wonder, it once was. She soon
finds out that the condition of the house isn’t the worst of her problems. Money
issues caused by a decade of Maple’s lengthy, “college experience” have put them
deep in debt and now it’s up to Maple to save her namesake and the only family
she’s ever known, from being taken away.
To help her Derek Holt, the dashing and mysterious handyman, a drunk witch,
a grumpy werewolf, a semi-lucid wizard, a former starlet/part vampire and a
little parrot named, Batman, will do everything in their power to support Maple
in her impossible battle to save the Manor from debt, decay and her high school
arch nemesis, over zealous real-estate agent, Stacy Monrow.
Will Maple be able to save her home and her family or is the Manor doomed
to die along side its longtime caretaker, Nancy Lane?
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Excerpt:
Derek had gone straight to his room, so I didn’t expect to
see him again, but he was standing in his doorway as I tried sneaking
passed.
“Is everyone tucked in?”
I clutched my chest with one hand and covered a scream with
the other.
He gave me one of his crooked grins and gently pulled me into
his room, closing the door quietly behind me. “You didn’t think I was going to
let you off that easy, did you?”
“I was hoping.”
He cocked his head. “Were you, now?”
Sort of. I nodded emphatically.
He shook his head slowly as he closed the distance between
us. “I’d have to be a dead man to allow you to get out of that dress without at
least offering my assistance.” He leaned down and kissed me lightly.
“You’re gonna be a dead man if Walter finds out,” I
said.
He grinned and slid a hand up my bare back beneath the silver
chains. “I’m just helping you out.”
Of the dress, or other things?
“I have to go take a shower,” I said breathlessly.
“It’s the dry season, and your shower today must have taken
close to an hour.” He leaned in again, and I felt him grin against my throat
before he kissed me just above my collarbone.
He was an incubus. Of course he’d know about my special alone
time in the shower. And as of late, that time was becoming embarrassingly
frequent.
“I’m afraid if I don’t help you out tonight, we’ll run out of
water by tomorrow.”
“Just to be clear, you’re not talking about the dress
anymore, are you?”
“That’s part of it, yeah.”
“Are you sure? Maybe you just need a cookie or
something.”
In response he put his forehead against mine and gripped my
ass, pressing me against the door with his body. “I don’t think that’s going to
cover it anymore.” His voice came out all husky and wanting, the way I’d always
imagined it.
“I don’t think a shower’s going to do me much good,
either.”

He chuckled. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
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