Silver Dreams by Kate Moseman

A Paranormal Women’s Fiction (PWF) that’s a whole new wave of fun! Pepper hasn’t been on a vacation with her husband—without the kids—ever. As in, never ever. On top of that, she still hasn’t told him about her magical water powers yet. Oops. (She meant to get around to it, really.)

And now the magic won’t leave her alone, sending one strange emissary after another to interrupt every single supposed-to-be romantic moment. She has her hands full just trying to hide the truth, let alone trying to rekindle the other kind of magic with her husband. With the help of the Ride-or-Die Witches, a mischievous new animal friend, and a well-meaning but decidedly un-magical spouse, Pepper must face the music and become the water witch she was always meant to be. Will this be an enchanted dream vacation… or will it be a complete wash?

Kate Moseman

Give us the one to two sentence tagline for your book.

A Paranormal Women’s Fiction that’s a whole new wave of fun!

What surprised you the most while writing this book?

What surprised me the most about writing Silver Dreams was that really felt like the characters were in charge of the direction of the story. I was just chasing after them and writing everything down.

Why did you pick the setting you used for your book?

The setting for the whole series is based on my hometown, Daytona Beach, and the surrounding coastal and inland areas of east central Florida.

What is the sexiest trait of your hero?

He’s an unconventional hero. He doesn’t have magical powers, which is unusual for the heroes in this series, and to top it all off, he’s a dentist! But his wife loves his competence, calmness, and understanding nature – and what she finds sexy, we find sexy through her eyes.

What is your favorite scene/moment in your book?

My favorite scene is the reunion of the two feuding mermaid queens, who finally stop fighting, make peace, and kiss and make up.

What did you have to cut out of your book but wish you could have included?

I had a whole side-story in mind for a romance between a naive merman and a world-weary witch that I ended up turning into a short story. I may even expand it to novel length at some point.

Tropes get a bad name, but they’re often the biggest draw for readers. What tropes do you love to write and read?

Friends to lovers! Especially friends who spar with each other.

What are your favorite genres/sub-genres to write in? Are there any you love to read but cannot write in?

My favorite genres to write in are paranormal women’s fiction and paranormal romance. I love to read domestic suspense, but I’ve never written it.

Which do you love to write best: dialogue, setting, action, love scenes, or other?

I love dialogue, especially when words are flowing and I can really get in character.


Why couldn’t I just tell Pete about my magic? Why was it never the right time? Was it a complication so big I didn’t trust bringing it into our lives? It was complicated enough to raise two kids with both of us working and being busy every minute of every day.

So what if a little water had started splashing around uncontrollably—I could make an excuse, and my friends could surely help me get it under control again. No need to bother Pete with it.

When the water had cooled, I pushed the lever to drain the tub, then stepped out to grab the bathrobe. I slipped it on and tied the belt.

The tub faucet gurgled out a stream of water.

Weird. You’d think a fancy hotel would have its plumbing in good working order. I pushed the handle firmly to the off position.

The water didn’t stop. Instead, it sprayed out like a backyard hose, rapidly filling the tub back up—and the water wasn’t going down the drain.

I knelt by the tub and fiddled with the lever.

Nothing happened, other than the tub continuing to fill.

Panic rose like the water. I swept my fingers over the drain in case I’d clogged it somehow, with stray hairs or a clump of soap.

All at once, the water stopped shooting out of the faucet. I rocked back on my heels with relief. At least the tub wouldn’t overflow.

Then—the water rose from the tub like a floating ice sculpture.

My mouth fell open.

This couldn’t be good.

The water formed an amorphous blob. It stretched upward.

I stood and staggered back, scrabbling to bring something defensive to hand without taking my eyes off the thing, but I only came up with a handful of washcloths.

The water took on the shape of a thick cylinder, roughly the diameter of a tree trunk, reaching to a height of about six feet. It extended what looked like a branch—then another branch—and finally the base of it split into two.

Not branches—arms and legs! Was it a water monster? I took my eyes off it in a desperate bid to find something to defend myself with.

A soap dish, a water glass, and an unplugged hair dryer. Not the best options. I grabbed the hairdryer and held it like a gun.

Whatever this thing was, I couldn’t just run away. If it had to do with water, it had to do with me. Better to face it now, before Pete came back; before he caught me in a battle with a tubful of rogue enchanted water.

A head formed on the watery shape. The torso chiseled and narrowed itself to a recognizable waist. A hand and fingers formed at the end of each liquid arm. Then, in a blink, the whole thing went from transparent liquid to something quite solid.

A muscular young man stood before me, his hair wet and wavy underneath a braided garland of green leaves. He had a water lily threaded into the green leafy crown, and stone bracelets on each wrist. He looked to be about twenty-five.

And . . . he was naked. Very naked.

Author of paranormal women’s fiction and paranormal romance. According to a reviewer, I write about “Nice people doing mostly nice things.”

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