Samhain Publishing

Book two in the Angelica Kane series is here, and the adventures of this sexy witch continue. As in everyone’s life a little rain must fall, but in Angelica’s case it’s a deluge. Her husband is the number one suspect in the murder of a local real estate broker. Angelica knows he’s innocent, of murder, at least. Unfortunately, Angelica finds out he’s been having an affair with the dearly departed prior to her leaving the earth plane.
She has her coven sisters for support and Detective Sean Bennette. Sexy, handsome, caring, did I mention how sexy he is? Sean. The attraction between the two sparked to life when they’d met the summer before. Angelica kept the relationship platonic and Sean respected her wishes. But the attraction can no longer be denied. The tension builds to unbearable proportions. The energy between the two is palpable and anyone in their company can feel it. Like sparklers on the Fourth of July, Sean and Angelica sizzle, until their passion explodes like a super nova.
Now that Sean’s finally got the woman he’s lusted for, his only problem is keeping her alive. Someone’s out to ruin Angelica’s life, starting with her husband and now they’re going after her.

Run the cold showers—there is hot-hot-hot delictable sex scenes!

Monday wasn’t such a great day. This summer has been extremely busy. My seventy-nine year old mother has moved out of the house where she raised my brother, sister, and me to live closer. Days have been spent unpacking boxes, painting walls and endless trips to Home Depot. There hasn’t been much time for writing.

Later in the day Monday, I went home to pick up my youngest son to help unpack yet more boxes. Stabbing them with scissors to cut the miles of packing tape I got out my frustrations, daily. I was sick of seeing the tan hide of cardboard.

That is until I stepped on my porch and saw a slender box with the Samhain return address. Jumping for joy, I screamed for my son to come outside. I could hardly contain the ecstatic emotions coursing through me. I tenderly guided the scissor across the top and opened the treasure chest. There it was—my book. Every Witch Way But Dead.

I know other writers can appreciate this next sentiment. It’s funny—not ha-ha funny—because I worked really hard on this book, read and re-read, wrote and rewrote and re-read some more. To the point that I thought I couldn’t do it anymore—BUT, last night I sat in bed with my little reading light and opened it up and relished each page as if I’d never lay eyes on it before.
With book two finished, I look forward to more adventures with Angelica Kane and friends. Fall Festivals are popping up all over and I’ll be attending as many as I can doing book signings. It’s a dream come true!

Blessings~
Ella

Tomorrow is the Big Day. Yes, with caps. Every Witch Way But Dead arrives on magickal wings of things that go bump in the night. Its synchronistic birth echoes whispers from those beyond the veil.
Let me explain. Two years ago this coming August I lost my sister to breast cancer.
In an effort to soothe my mother’s broken heart—and mine—we went to see a well-respected psychic. Not John Edward, but one just as talented. The psychic ‘picked up’ on my sister’s energy as soon as we sat down. She told us things that she had no way of knowing, named my sister’s daughters exactly, and told me to keep writing. I would be working with someone named Sam. I was just in the beginning of the editing phase at the time, and had only begun to think about submitting Every Witch Way But Dead. I hadn’t a clue who Sam could possibly be.
Fast forward to the present and here I am. Today is my sister’s birthday and I now know who Sam (hain) is. I know it’s pronounced Sow-en, but to me you’ll always be Sam.
For those of you out there that believe in the immortality of the soul I hope you’ll read my book. I think you’ll enjoy it. I know my sister thought it good enough; after all, she pushed me from beyond the veil to get it done.

Brightest Blessings!
Ella