I’m home alone in my favorite chair, just about to snuggle in for the night with Shifting Magic when I hear someone whisper my name. I turn left. I turn right. No one is there. It’s just my imagination running away with anticipation— a whole weekend to myself. I download the collection from the Paragons of Paranormal, and the back of my neck tingles. Someone is watching me. I read, “There is a physical plane—the one where you’re reading a book in your favorite chair. There are also unseen realms, magical realms where wondrous, fantastical things occur. These realms brush the one where you’re sitting. All you have to do is open your device and let yourself go.” Discover enchanted worlds, powerful shifters & mages, hidden secrets, and steamy romantic trysts await … Shifting Magic is a collection of Shifters & Mages, Sci-Fi Fantasy, and Paranormal Romance stories with NYT, WSJ, USA Today Bestselling authors. Enjoy the adventure!
Give us the one to two sentence tagline for your book.
Discover enchanted worlds, powerful shifters & mages, hidden secrets, and steamy romantic trysts await …
What is your favorite scene/moment in your book?
When Killian discovers his mate is as resourceful as he is.
How do you use magic in your book?
The collection has several scenes of magic within the stories.
Would your hero enjoy pumpkin spice lattes, candy corn, or apple bobbing?
What costume would your heroine (or hero if MM) wear to a halloween party?
Knowing Killian’s sense of humor, he would go as a geek.
What scene did you adore writing in this book?
The first scene when they meet. She picks up her grandmothers antique teapot to whack him if he tries to suck her blood
Is this book a spooky/scary PNR, or a cozy/snuggling with a monster PNR?
Hmm, it’s actually a bit of both
What is your favorite monster to write?
I love vampires- they are so unpredictable
If you had to pick, would you rather have fangs, claws, or wings?
Claws. I’m afraid of heights and I hate the sight of blood!
Halloween’s coming. Do you do anything special to celebrate?
I decorate and hand out homemade donuts to those I know.
Diana saw the bacon grease can atop the stove shelf. She grabbed it, throwing it on the advancing werewolf, then jabbed him with the lighter flame again and again. He caught her wrist and squeezed, making her drop the lighter, but he released her with a scream of pain. The flames were licking through his fur. He retreated out the broken door, batting at the fire on his body.
She turned in relief, only to trip over the vampire who had crawled to her. He was laying in front of her in a protective gesture, his fangs out, but he was obviously unconscious.
Diana scooted around him. She needed help. She tried to locate her phone only to find it in pieces on the floor. “Well, hell,” she mumbled. She glanced at the vampire next to her. He had a lot of explaining to do.
International bestselling author Maggie Adams lives in St. Louis, Missouri with her husband, four kids, and four of the sweetest, smartest, and most talented grandchildren ever to grace God’s green earth. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on creative writing of poetry, short stories, and comics. It wasn’t until she read her first historical romance novel at the age of fourteen that she found the romance genre gave wings to her writing soul. She finds humor in everyday life, as her books often reflect, and believes in happy ever afters, no matter what the circumstances.
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