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Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Guest Blog and Giveaway with CA Bell

Hello, and thank you Roxanne for letting me stop by on my tour today!

So, I figured for this guest post I would tell you a little bit about how Nancy’s Curse started.

After I released my first book The Architect, I was itching to get something else out, and I noticed a submission call for a Halloween anthology. So, I wrote Never Say Goodbye as a one off short story to submit to the anthology. Anyway, it was rejected for being written in first person, and apparently most people prefer to read third. For those of you who are sat that thinking, huh? First person is, I said, I did, I saw. And third person is, she said, she did, she saw. You get it now, right?

After that, Never Say Goodbye sat on my computer for a good 6 months, until one day I decided to do something with it. First I changed it to third person, then I tweaked it and had the idea for a trilogy. And then came the hard part. I always outline my stories before I start, and I know how I want them to end, but with all my books, they never end how I plotted them. So, come the second book when Nancy took me down a completely different path to the one I had planned for her, I was sat there thinking, okay, where do we go? I sat there for days coming up with numerous endings and scenarios, but in the end it only had to go one way.

I’m not one for happy ever after’s really, more of a happy for now. It’s all well and good for Disney, but real life doesn’t always end like a fairytale, does it?

And what happens in the end to Nancy? Does she get her happy ever after? Is that even possible when the man she loves is dead? Or does evil conquer good for once? Well, you know what you gotta do to find out ;)

If you love the erotic and paranormal genres, then give it a go. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised, and enjoy being sucked into a world full of, witches, sex, magic, ghosts, and twists.

So, yes, Nancy’s Curse started as a short story that was meant to end where the first book does. But I couldn’t help myself. I fell in love with Nancy, and leaving her hanging would have just been mean!

Nancy’s Curse
The Complete Trilogy

Genre: Paranormal, erotic romance.

Publisher: C.A.Bell

Date of Publication: May 9th 2016

ISBN: 10: 153317945X
ISBN: 13: 978-1533179456

Number of pages: 138
Word Count: 29,960

Cover Artist: C.A.Bell

Book Description:

Sometimes white magic can turn dark. Even with the best intentions.
When Angelica, a white witch, placed a protective curse over her granddaughter, Nancy, in a bid to keep her safe from society and her own powers until she was old enough to understand, she had no idea of the consequences.

On the 31st of October, a grown up Nancy holds her annual Halloween party. Only this year she strays away from her traditional festivities that include her famous Halloween punch, and dancing to the Monster Mash, and opts for a spookier night. With the help of her friends, Nancy will be holding a séance with her new Ouija board. But little does she know that the protective curse her grandmother secretly cast over twenty-seven years ago is lifted that very night. 

A spirit is summoned and Nancy begins a journey of sexual desire and love that she will never forget.

Was this summoning pure coincidence, magic, or something else? Only time will tell.

Lies, secrets, covens, dark forces, and nightmares lie just around the corner for Nancy. But at the end of it all, will she be able to help the man she has fallen for and fulfil his wish of putting his wandering soul to rest? And will there be a price?
Will true love conquer or be taken?

Nancy is about to find out.

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Once her guests have settled, Nancy begins.
“First things first, I would like to thank you all for coming to my party! Next, before we get started with this, I would like to allocate some special roles.”
She puts a nervous-looking Sophie out of her misery first. “Sophie – you, Declan and James are all the energisers.”
It doesn’t seem to reassure Sophie, so Nancy goes on, “Don’t worry, all you have to do is sit here and let the rest of us look like fools.” Nancy smiles in her direction to reassure her, prompting a tiny smile back.
Reassured, she continues, “Okay, Eve, you are interpreter. Hence the pen and paper. Your job is to write down any answers, numbers or letters we get from the board.”
Eve grins. “Gotcha.”
Then, staring her straight in the eye, Nancy declares Lucy the designated ‘screamer’.
 “What the hell’s a screamer, Nance?”
 She chuckles. “Basically, a screamer is the person who you think will wet themselves before anyone else and run home crying.”
Lucy gives her a knowing look, “Well I think that title should belong to you, Nance. Don’t you?”
 “Maybe, but I am the leader since it’s my party and my Ouija.”
Lucy looks away and takes a sip of her drink. No-one else seems to have a problem with their position, so leader Nancy decides that it’s time to play. She turns the music down to a whisper.
Pressing her fingers down on both bottom corners of the board, she drags it along the table towards her. “Now. To start we all must concentrate and have no negative thoughts, or this won’t work. Alright?”
Everybody nods, and Nancy places one finger from each hand on the planchette. Trying not to giggle, she asks the first question of the night.
“Is anyone there?”
The room is deadly silent; only the drone of the bass-driven music can be heard. She tries to make eye contact with her guests, but they’re all staring down at the board, waiting for her fingers to move. Jeez, they really are taking this seriously.
Nothing happens, so she asks again.
“Is there anyone there who wishes to make contact with us?”
They all stare; mesmerized by the piece of wood and the hope that something might just happen. The kitchen door creaks and then pushes open. Lucy screams. Everybody, including the men, jump up off their chairs and head sharpish for the other end of the room.
With every hair on her body stood to panicked attention, Nancy tries to open the lounge door with her trembling hands... until she realises what’s happened when she notices her cat strolling in like he owns the place.
It prompts the gang to burst out into laughter, breaking the onset of tension. Eventually, they manage to compose themselves, all admitting out loud that this Ouija lark is actually quite fun and, hey, they should try to really contact someone. This time with the doors closed, so no cats can further impede.
Making their way back to the table, Nancy scoops up Salem. Bending over and shooing her little friend off out the door, Nancy feels inappropriate eyes burning holes through her dress.
Twisting her head to see who is looking, she’s surprised that not a single one of them is peeking her way. And yet... the feeling of being watched still lingers. Straightening her chair back up from the panic before, she notices that the scent of the air has changed; it smells unfamiliar, musky, and manly. The flames of the candles are flickering more aggressively, as if there were a window open. Putting it down to James’s aftershave and the fact that they all just ran across the room, she takes her seat back at the head of the table and they start again.
“Is there anyone there?” Nancy asks, her fingers back on the wooden heart. They’re left hanging again, so she dashes to the kitchen to get the instruction booklet. Opening the cutlery drawer, that being watched feeling appears again and a cold breeze strokes the back of her bare neck. It sends shivers through her entire body. Snatching up the booklet, she darts back to the safety of her friends.
With the right passage at the ready and a number of sentences to choose from, she returns her fingers to the planchette and says, “Spirit, please come forward and give us guidance.”
Still, nothing. Not so much as a blown-out flame. She chooses another calling. “Spirit, do you have a message for one of us?”
Again they’re left hanging. So Nancy decides to make up her own chant, if only to get a reaction out of her friends. “Spirit, are there any hot, tall, dark, handsome men out there who are good in bed?”
Everyone giggles. In the midst of the laughter, Nancy’s ear suddenly turns icy. And then she hears a whisper.
Her body freezes in fear.  

About the Author:

C.A.Bell was born and raised on the outskirts of London, England, but for the past three years has resided in a much more rural town of Shropshire, where she married and made a home.

She is author to numerous erotic fiction stories, including, The Architect, Sex, Lies, and Sinful Wives, The Shame Train, and many more.

As well as putting together her own collections of erotic shorts and naughty poetry, she is also a contributor to many anthologies and online magazines.

Currently she is working on a number of projects which include a novel she started some time ago, book two of The Architect, and running her new website dedicated to erotica readers and writers, Bell, Book and Erotica.

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