Thursday, January 1, 2015

Top Ten Celtic Mythical Creatures

Happy New Year!


To start it off right, the paranormal way, I thought I'd share my...


Top Ten Celtic Mythical Creatures


1. Dearg Due – Celtic Vampire




The Dearg Due means red blood sucker in Gaelic.

A beautiful young woman fell in love with a peasant, but was forced into marriage by her father to a rich man who abused her. She committed suicide and rose from her grave to seek revenge by sucking all the blood from her father and husband’s body.

She was buried near Strongbow’s Tree in Waterford, and rises one a year using her beauty to lure men to their deaths.

The Dearg Due may possibly have been Irishman, Bram Stoker’s inspiration for Dracula!



2. An Dullahan or Gan Ceann - Celtic Collector of Souls.




An Dullahan (meaning "without a head" in Gaelic) is a type of unseelie (Dark) fairy.

It rides a headless black horse with flaming eyes. He carries his head under one arm. But beware if he stops riding and calls out your name…For he will have taken your soul and you’ll no longer be among the living.

He likes to ride on Samhain (Halloween) and has a weakness-Gold. So if you have to travel during this time make sure you have some on hand or risk your soul!

3. Bean Sidhe (anglicized as Banshee) 


She is seen as an omen of death and a messenger from the Otherworld. Her wails alert that someone is about to die.


The Bean Sidhe, or Bean Nighe in Scotland, are seen at the banks of streams washing the blood from the clothing of someone who is about to die. 


If you see her, and ask politely, she will answer three questions, but be forewarned- you will have to answer three of hers first.

4. Balor – Celtic Demon King



Balor is the demonic God of Death in Celtic mythology and the progenitor of The Evil Eye.


His forehead contains one single eye that could kill someone simply by staring at them. The Celts believed the eye emitted an ethereal form of light, and was a prominent belief in the Scottish Highlands.


5. Sluagh – Celtic Evil Faeries


The foulest and most dreaded of the realm of Faerie, the Sluagh (pronounced SLOO-AH)
are scary creatures that hunt down souls!

Dead sinners that fly from the west in groups resembling a flock of Ravens or other black birds. They try to enter a house where someone is dying and steal their soul. 

These are the spirits of evil people who were unwelcome in heaven, hell, and the Underworld.

So lock your West-facing windows or risk your immortal soul! 

6. Carman – Celtic witch



Carman is the Celtic goddess of evil magic.

This malevolent witch roamed around Ireland with her three evil sons: Dub (“darkness”), Dother (“evil”) and Dain (“violence”), destroying all in her path.



Carman blighted Ireland’s crops and terrorized the Irish until the Tuatha De Danann, the “peoples of the goddess Danu,” used their magic to fight and defeat her, and drove her sons across the sea.


7. Kelpie – Celtic Sea Monster



The kelpie can take on multiple shapes, but usually it appears in the form of a horse.

The kelpie lures people into the water, drowns them, and takes them to their lair.

Beware of the Kelpie, if you come across a horse with a mane dripping with water or a beautiful ‘human’ - check to make sure they don’t have seaweed in their hair, or risk being taken beneath the loch and eaten.

8. Caorthannach  - The Devil’s Mother




Caorthannach (pronounced queer-hawn-nock), the Celtic fire-spitter was believed to be the devil’s mother.

A demon who was fought by St. Patrick when he banished the serpents and demons out of Ireland.

But one monster managed to escape – Caorthannach, the fire-spitter.

Patrick fought the demon long and hard and was finally able to banish her from The Emerald Isle.

But beware, some say she is just hiding, biding her time until she makes her presence known again.



9. Leanan Sidhe – Deadly Celtic Faerie





Leanan Sidhe (pronounced "Lah-nan Shee-uh.") is a different kind of vampire.

This Faerie is a beautiful muse who is said to give inspiration to poets and musicians. But encounter this muse and you’ll pay for your success with your life.

When this muse lover leaves her prey, they become so depressed they die. She brings them back to her lair and drains their blood into a large cauldron which is the source of her never ending beauty.

You might want to watch out where you find your inspiration, or suffer the consequences. 



10. Questing Beast – Celtic Hybrid Monster





The Questing Beast is a monster with the head of a snake, the body of a leopard, the backside of a lion, and the hooves of a deer.

The beast’s constant cry sounds like 30 dogs barking.

The Questing Beast was hunted down by many a knight, and in Celtic myth was chased by King Pellinore, an Arthurian character.



Well, there you have it. My top ten scariest Celtic Monsters.
If you'd like to read a novel steeped in Celtic mythology, be sure to check out, Protect Her.


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Happy New Year!


Sophia Kimble

Monday, December 29, 2014

#Christmas Cards and Dying #Traditions with @MeganSlayer ... Plus an #Excerpt of Frost Moon


I'm sitting and staring at my tree, watching the needles tumble to the ground. I've kept the tree watered, but they only last for so long. But looking at the tree got me thinking about how pretty it was and how it would've made a good Christmas card image. 

I wrote out many cards this year. It's usually an undertaking, but well worth the time. It's funny. I read somewhere that the tradition of sending actual cards is on the decline. People don't want to send cards when they can send e-cards or emails or something else. I like those cards, but there's something about a paper card in my hands that says Holiday Time! 

Maybe it's knowing that the person thought enough of me to send the actual card or hearing from family that I haven't heard from in a long time, but I enjoy getting the cards and writing them out. 

I'm one of those odd individuals who actually likes writing by hand. My script is horrible, but I like it. I also love the older traditions of the holidays - like writing cards, taking a drive to look at the Christmas lights and caroling. Those bits showed up in my work this year, too. In Frost Moon, my hero went to sit on Santa's lap (not like that, it was totally innocent). He asked for what he wanted this year. Did he get his wish? Well, you'll have to read Frost Moon to find out.

What about you? Any traditions you have to do each year? What are your favorites? Let me know. :-)

Frost Moon  
Book 3 in the Moon Series
MLR Press
Contemporary, Paranormal, LGBT
Novella
M/M, Anal Sex
Jagger doesn’t want much for the holidays—just an angel for Christmas.
Christmas is the time to heal wounds and come together, especially if you’re an angel. Michael’s job for the last few hundred years has been to clean up the messes created by the humans and the demons. Although he loves his job, he wants more this Christmas than to watch everyone else be merry and bright. He loves the holiday and wants to share the day with someone special…especially once he sees Jagger. The sexy, but sad looking man has confessed he hates Christmas. Can a Christmas angel really sway the Scrooge and help him find more than just the beauty in Christmas?


EXCERPT!! ©Megan Slayer, 2014,  All Rights Reserved

“Now, have you been good this year?”
“I’ve done the best with what I’ve got,” Jagger answered. He wasn’t kidding. He liked sex. He liked to mingle. There might have been an occasion or two where he’d had a few too many and gone home with a guy only to have the relationship last as long as the blow job, but who was honestly a total angel?
“I see. I’ll have to keep my eye on you.” Santa shifted in his seat. “What would you like for Christmas?”
“An angel.” 
“A what? A porcelain one?”
“No, no. Like the old song. An angel sent to me.” He’d loved that Shelly Fabares song so much. So the tune was hokey and the words were dated…he didn’t care.
“Ah. What do you want her to look like?” Santa asked.
Oh boy. Jagger fought the urge to roll his eyes. “I’d like him to be at least six feet tall. Brown hair. Shaggy hair, like just rolled out of bed shaggy. Blue eyes. Nice smile. Not a ton of chest hair. Great personality. Oh, and I want him to be the boyfriend type.” That about summed up what he’d wanted.
“You’re thorough.” Santa rubbed his chin. “That’s a tall order, pardon the pun.”
“I know. I figure you’re my last hope. I’ve tried meeting guys on my own. Tried the dating scene, the website thing, and the set up by friends thing. None of it has worked. If you can’t, then I’m hopeless, and December will forever suck.”
“Aren’t you positive?” Santa paused. His dark eyes glittered. “Does his name have to be Johnny?”
“Nope.”
“If you have this man come to you, you’ll enjoy the holiday?” Santa asked.
“I will.” Granted, he wanted the man to stick around and be more than short term, but love wasn’t going to happen overnight. 
“Well, I’ll see what can be done. You’re cutting it mighty close.”

“Don’t I know it.” 

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Megan Slayer - It's Always Fun to Squirm

Thursday, December 25, 2014

From My Worlds to Yours!






Monday, December 22, 2014

Merry Christmas

by Stephanie Beck
Did you know that it is officially Christmas eve eve eve? Well, it is and my kids told me first thing this morning. 3 more little days until Christmas morning is upon us and we celebrate what we've been waiting for during advent.


In Minnesota, our plans rely on the weather cooperating. This year, it looks like the roads might be okay, or they might be complete crap. Tis the season to not take the weatherman's predictions as truth. For this reason Christmas celebrations tend to be very fluid and changeable. On any given Sunday in December, chances are you'll find a family celebrating Christmas, because so and so has to work, or will be with the in-laws on Christmas Day.


My family's traditions are pretty mild. We spend most of December in church or with our church family and friends. On Christmas morning my kids wake me up at the crack of dawn to see what Santa brought and to see what their dad and I got them. Then we eat breakfast, monkey brains (monkey bread), sausage, and fruit. Due to the weather, we rarely make plans the day of Christmas. We stay home, watch movies, play with new toys, and snack all day. If we feel like it, we go to the movies and watch one we haven't seen with the kids.


It's a low stress day where we enjoy each other, and savor the day that we waited for during advent. We celebrate the true gifts in life, and it's pretty fantastic.


Merry Christmas!
Stephanie Beck
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Saturday, December 13, 2014

How Star Wars Hit My Family



And not for the first time. I fell in love with Star Wars when it first came out. Actually, John Williams’ music captured me and never let go. That movie (plus Star Trek) led to my writing science fiction romance. My son became enamored with the movie. When he was five, I took him and his best friend (6) to see The Empire Strikes Back. There’s nothing like sitting between two boys—in the first row, no less—with one (the friend) leaning over me and asking who’s that? His single mother never took him to see A New Hope. So it was up to me (her best friend) to take him to the movie all the kids talked about.

For Christmas that year and subsequent years, my son begged for the Millennium Falcon. I think it cost $30+ and at the time that seemed like a lot of money for a kid’s Christmas gift. Eventually, Hubs and I broke down and got it for him. He had all the action figures and even a Darth Vader carrying case. When Hubs wanted me to sell off the toys at a garage sale, I resisted. “He’ll want them for his kids someday.” Yeah, right. After schlepping those toys through five moves, last year we finally took the box of Star Wars (and Buck Rogers, too) toys out to our son in Arizona. He’d better not sell them now. LOL

Enter the next generation. Our five-year-old grandson (daughter’s child) is obsessed with Star Wars. He builds LEGO starships, plays SW games on Wii, knows all the characters, and insists we watch one of the movies every time he spends the night. For research—not because I love Star Wars ;)—I bought several Star Wars pictorial books. For a rough and tumble boy, he is surprisingly careful with them. Not so my dusters. He and sister used them as light sabers until they broke and their mother made them new ones out of pool noodles and duct tape. And what does he want for Christmas? A LEGO Star Wars spaceship that costs a heck of a lot more than $30. Inflation???


I’m not sure who is more excited about the upcoming Star Wars movie—my grandson or me?

Back to my son. He and his wife are expecting a girl in the spring. Who do you think will encourage her interest in Star Wars? Hehehe.


Diane Burton once knew the name of every Mercury, Gemini, and Apollo astronaut. After watching the first Star Wars movie, she knew she wanted to write about space adventure. Her Outer Rim series (The Pilot, The Chameleon) are about strong women on the frontier of space. Read about her books at www.dianeburton.com

Monday, December 8, 2014

More Than Just Dragons

The Fox household has been occupied by Dragon Age: Inquisition since it arrived on our doorstep in November. Evenings and weekends—and in the case of my partner, the occasional vacation day—have been dedicated to healing rifts and fighting rogue magisters.

The best part about the game, though, is the best part of any media (in my opinion): story.

As I move through the game, I get to make choices about what I’ll say, what I’ll do...and who I’ll forge a romance with.

At the moment, I’m trying to romance a grey warden by the name of Blackwall. He’s a bit of the strong, silent type, which is very appealing to a romance reader like me. And he seems to admire my character quite a lot—even before I started flirting with him.


Do any of you play video games? And, if so, is it the romance potential that draws you in?

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Naughty and Nice - A Holiday Giveaway

My Russian leather demon Belphagor is very excited to announce that the first Demons of Elysium book, Prince of Tricks, is coming out in print on January 6, 2015, just in time for Russian Orthodox Christmas.

What could be more perfect as an Orthodox Christmas gift than your own autographed copy, plus a 2015 Orthodox Calendar with naughty naked priests? (No need to be Orthodox or even Christian to win this gift. Belphagor isn’t. He just appreciates an exceptional male posterior. Personally, he's torn between February and December as his favorite "boy.")


When desire rises, angels will fall. One, by one, by one…

 

Over the past century, Belphagor has made a name for himself in Heaven’s Demon District as a cardsharp, thief, and charming rogue.

Though the airspirit is content with his own company, he enjoys applying the sweet sting of discipline to a willing backside. Angel, demon, even the occasional human. He’s not particular. Until a hotheaded young firespirit steals his purse—and his heart. Now he’s not sure who owns whom.

A former rent boy and cutpurse from the streets of Raqia, Vasily has never felt safer than in the arms—and at the feet—of the Prince of Tricks. He’s just not sure if Belphagor returns those feelings. There’s only one way to find out, but using a handsome, angelic duke to stir Belphagor’s jealousy backfires on them both.

When the duke frames Vasily for an attempted assassination as part of a revolutionary conspiracy, Belphagor will do whatever it takes to clear his boy’s name and expose the real traitor. Because for the first time in his life, the Prince of Tricks has something to lose.

Warning: Contains erotic sex: m/m, m/m/m, m/m/m/m…oh hell. Let’s just say “mmmmmm!” and be done with it. Also one m/f scene. Smart discipline meted out with a great deal of love and charm. Erotic sex acts requiring copious amounts of elbow grease.


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Friday, December 5, 2014

A Clause for the Holiday


Breaking Bad with Santa is so damn good!

Santa's Clause is coming...is here! Available at Changeling Press

Lacey Dalton gave up on Santa Claus a long time ago. Every Christmas Eve she waited like a good girl to see what Santa would bring. He never came. Now she's in her late twenties and he shows up with a contract! If Lacey signs on the dotted line, anything she wants is hers... if she lets Santa have her for one night.

Excerpt:
“Look out!”
Lacey turned just in time to jump back and avoid a crazed bicyclist barreling in her direction. The bike veered into a snow bank and tossed the squealing cyclist into the air. She hurried over and extended her hand in assistance. “Jesus, are you okay?” Pulling hard, Lacey helped the person up.
Green eyes peered at her from a gap in the scarf and a feminine voice exclaimed, “What a wild ride.” Pulling the wool from her face, laughter bubbled from her mouth. “Thanks.”
“Do you have a death wish or what?”
“Well, no, but my head hurts.”
Lord, Lacey had to invite her inside. Damn it, she did not come out in the cold to help a stranger stupid enough to be cycling in snow and ice. “Come with me and let’s make sure you’re okay.” Peering into the woman’s green eyes reminded her why she’d come out and it made Lacey sadder than hell.
Nick was gone.
“Where’s my bag?”
“Wait here.” Lacey didn’t see it at first and almost gave up when she spotted a rolled garment bag buried beneath the handlebars of the bike. “I’ll get the bike up to the porch later.” In spite of a hurting head, the woman spryly climbed the steps and waited patiently for Lacey to open the door. After getting the woman out of her short, red jacket, which was far too light for this weather, Lacey settled her on the sofa, covered her with a throw, and offered a cup of tea. “It’ll help warm you up.” The long sleeve, white shirt she wore had remained dry.
“Call me Merry, spelled like Merry Christmas.” She removed the scarf and dark hair tumbled down around her shoulders. God, she was beautiful! “My, you’re such a sweet girl.”
Girl. It’d been a long time since someone referred to her as a girl. “My name’s Lacey and I’m older than I look.”
“Me too. Would you mind if I had ice tea; it’s so hot.”
Okay, Merry -- spelled like Christmas -- was a nut job or she had bumped her head much harder than initially thought. She didn’t appear much older than Lacey but she was certainly confused if she thought it was hot. “Ice tea it is.” The woman had a great figure and she wore corduroy leggings tucked in calf-length black boots now filled with snow. “You might want to take those boots off before your feet freeze.”
Kicking the shoes off, Merry stood them neatly beneath the coffee table. “I’m used to much colder weather.” She twisted her head and looked out the window. “Still dark, so we have time.”
“Huh?”
“You get that tea while I rest a bit.”
“Uhh, sure.”
“At least you won’t spend Christmas alone.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m really parched.” Her green eyes twinkled. “I could use that tea.”
I'm stuck with an addle-minded, crazy woman.

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