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Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Let's have a round of applause for Mae Clair!

 
The floor's all yours Mae, take it away...
 
Cats, Christmas, and Romance by Mae Clair

It’s hard to believe that Christmas is upon us. I have no complaints though, because Christmas is my favorite holiday. Not only do I enjoy December 25th and Christmas Eve, but I love the entire month of December. It’s like one long holiday with all the merriment, festivities, and spirit of goodwill that leads up to that very special day. I’m a Christmas sap.

So it stands to reason I’d eventually get around to writing a Christmas story.

Those who know me also know there are two things (other than writing) I’m passionate about: folklore and cats. When it came time to dream up a Christmas story, I decided to weave both elements into the tale. The result is FOOD FOR POE, a short Christmas novella that is also a tale of sweet romance, twined with the paranormal, and even a wee smidgen of horror (just a smidge, I promise!).
 
Take a look:
 
 

BLURB:
When a blizzard strands Quinn Easterly at a handsome stranger's house on Christmas Eve, she doesn't realize her newly adopted cat, Poe, is the catalyst responsible for bringing them together.

Breck Lansing gave up on relationships after his wife, unable to cope with their daughter’s illness, left him. But the pretty blonde he rescues from a snowstorm has him rethinking his stance—especially when Quinn’s arrival coincides with a dramatic change in Sophie’s health.
Unfortunately, that change also attracts something only whispered about in folklore. Together, Quinn and Breck must defeat a sinister creature intent on claiming the ultimate payment.

Warning: A clever black cat, Christmas magic and paranormal trouble

~ooOOoo~

I’m happy to announce that FOOD FOR POE has just released. YAY! In celebration of the holidays, you can grab a copy for $.99 at Amazon. If you don’t have a Kindle, you can download a FREE Kindle Reading App for your PC, MAC, iPad, iPhone, Android or tablet here.  Cats and Christmas. What could be better? J
Merry Pre-Christmas and Happy Holidays!



Mae Clair Bio
Mae Clair opened a Pandora’s Box of characters when she was a child and never looked back.  Her father, an artist who tinkered with writing, encouraged her to create make-believe worlds by spinning tales of far-off places on summer nights beneath the stars.

Mae loves creating character-driven fiction in settings that vary from contemporary to mythical. Wherever her pen takes her, she flavors her stories with mystery and romance. Married to her high school sweetheart, she lives in Pennsylvania and is passionate about cryptozoology, old photographs, a good Maine lobster tail and cats.

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Thursday, December 17, 2015

Caribbean Christmas

New Release in time for Christmas!

 
 
 
Excerpt

“I know what you’re thinking.” His voice pulled her back into reality.
“Trust me. You don’t—,” she mumbled as his thumb rubbed the back of her hand.
“You must wonder why we haven’t spoken until today.”
Her head shot up. The wind blew her hair and she trapped it behind one ear.
Phew. That was close.
“Guilty as charged,” She chuckled, glad that he wasn’t a mind reader.
“I wasn’t sure if you had someone special in your life.” He shrugged. ‘I didn’t want to... complicate
things.”
Was he fishing to see if she had a boyfriend?
She pulled free. “I assure you, my life isn’t as complex as you might think.”
As he leaned forward, warm puffs of air caressed her face. He removed another whisk of hair from her cheek. Trembling, she stepped back. Her heart soared and the crevice between her thighs tingled. That made him dangerous. Even in college when hormone levels rose higher than she could count, she refused to be someone’s one-night stand.
Eager to get inside, she fumbled with her deadbolt. The key slipped from her fingers, pinged off the wall and bounced close to the edge. She wasn’t sure how much damage the metal projectile could do six floors down, but she didn’t care to find out. She released a big sigh of relief when he trapped it with his shoe.
One edge of his mouth lifted slightly. “That was close—”
“Oh… you have no idea,” she chuckled aware of the schoolgirl flutter in her stomach that he seemed
oblivious to.
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