Character Interview: Stephanie from Weekend at Wilderhope Manor

In my third and final blog post for the day, I’m interviewing one of the characters from Weekend at Wilderhope Manor, Stephanie.
Hi Stephanie. Thanks for agreeing to be interviewed. Firstly, could you tell us a little more about yourself?
Hi. I’m Stephanie, 30 years old and a lesbian. I live with my girlfriend Jenny and am PA to a complete moron.
*coughs* uh, okay. ‘Nuff said about the job then. So, tell us about your recent visit to Wilderhope Manor. We understand it was a weekend to remember.
That’s the understatement of the century. Jenny and I visited for a special weekend with a combined murder mystery and Halloween event. The place was gorgeous, but the living breathing people weren’t the only ones inhabiting it, if you get my drift.
Are you saying you had some ghostly encounters?
In a word: yes. At first when I heard some weird noises I thought it was someone messing around trying to scare me, what with it being Halloween weekend and all. But it turns out there’s more to that place than meets the eye. There was some seriously creepy stuff going on that weekend, and that doesn’t include the Halloween events!
Wow. Spook-tastic. Can you tell us more?
Well, I’m sure you appreciate the author is going to be pretty pissed if I tell you the entire story, but let’s just say Wilderhope Manor has more than one presence, and I encountered more than one. Probably the most terrifying was the incident in the maze, which could have turned out a lot worse than it did…
Well, you are a tease, aren’t you?
Me? No – you’re thinking of Jenny. She’s a minx, and loves to tease me on a regular basis. Sexy little wench. Gets me every time, like that one time in the library… what? Too much information? Sorry. For those of you that would like all that information, you’ll have to read the book. It’s ghosts, girls and hot sex galore. The perfect Halloween read, if I do say so myself.
When Stephanie and Jenny go to a Murder Mystery Halloween weekend at Wilderhope Manor, they’re expecting fun and games. But following creaky floorboards, spooky noises and an alarming encounter in the Manor’s grounds, the girls begin to wonder if there’s more to Wilderhope Manor than meets the eye. As they find frequent comfort in one another’s arms – and their bed – will the girls discover what’s causing the bumps in the night, or will they run scared?

Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story – so she did. It went down a storm and she’s never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Noble Romance, Ravenous Romance, Summerhouse Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour and Seducing the Myth. Find out more at You can also find her on Facebookand Twitter.

Weekendat Wilderhope Manor is on Goodreads, so if your bank balance is already groaning under the weight of all the books you’re buying – please add it to your to-read list! If you follow me on Twitter and/or Facebook, too, as well as checking out my website, you’ll be able to find out about any giveaways I’m running.
Thanks so much for popping by to read my posts. Don’t forget to leave comments in order to be in with the chance of winning the prizes being given away as part of the event. Also, don’t forget to head over to the Goddess Fish Blog where I’m sharing spooky excerpts and talking settings.

Thanks for a fun day!

Thanks, everyone, for chatting today, and stopping by to comment to my posts! I had fun and enjoyed meeting you!

The winner of my new e-book novella (Adrienne’s Ghost) is Na. (Na, I’ll be sending you an e-mail to the address listed in the post to confirm where you’d like the PDF sent.)

Again, thanks to everyone! Hope you all have a fun (and safe!) Halloween!


Amber’s Mysterious Death

Sheryl Locke Holmes Mysteries: Book 1: Amber's Mysterious Death
Amber’s Mysterious Death is book one in the Sheryl Locke Holmes Mystery Series.
Background: One of Sheryl’s best friends, Amber, allegedly died in a house fire. All Sheryl knows for sure is a body burned beyond recognition was found handcuffed to a bed. Sheryl wanted to grill Amber’s husband, Roger, except he asked for time alone during his grief and disappeared. Now that Sheryl has found Roger again, she’s not stopping until she gets answers from him.

The sound of police sirens startled Sheryl and brought her back to the present. College days were long gone. She sighed and ached for the bittersweet memories. Amber had been a kindhearted person and a good friend. She missed her. This time Roger would answer for what he’d done.
Feeling more at peace, Sheryl returned to bed, ready to dream about being in the arms of her true love, Jake.
No sooner did she doze off than Sheryl awoke with a start, unsure what had disturbed her sleep. The moon brightened the room, and in no time Sheryl’s eyes adjusted well enough to see a dark silhouette. She bolted upright in the bed. “Who are you? Why are you in my room?”
Instead of running away, the intruder, who appeared to be dressed all in black, took a step closer to the bed, then another step, and another. Before Sheryl could react, hands were around her throat, and she was being strangled.
While she fought her assailant, she tried to shout for Dot and kick out her legs to get free. Her words sounded like gurgles and sputters. She was losing the battle. Her vision clouded over. Star bursts of lights whirled around and they were joined by the same face she’d seen at Waverly Mansion. Was it possible? Darkness took over. 

Greenwood Manor–Adult Excerpt

Author: Shannon Leigh
Publisher: Amber Quill Press
Genre: Paranormal Erotica/Ghosts
Laura Flannery needs a vacation from her boring life and a break from nosy neighbor. So when a postcard arrives in the mail announcing the grand opening of a bed and breakfast in New Orleans, she decides to give it a try. Deposited on the doorstep of what appears to be a beautifully restored mansion, Laura finds it odd the cab driver is so eager to drive away; and that’s just the beginning.

From a butler who seems to avoid any physical contact what so ever, to a housekeeper who floats rather than walks, Laura can’t help but start questioning her sanity. Then, when a man she’s never seen before appears before her and claims he’s her dead husband, she has to decide if it’s time to head for the hills or stay and discover what secret past she has with Greenwood Manor and it’s handsome, albeit deceased, owner.


“What are you?” she demanded, stepping a little to the side when the skin on her backside began to smart. “A ghost?”

Barnabas chuckled. “If that’s what you wish to call me. Then yes.”

Suddenly feeling exhausted, Laura rubbed her palms over both eyes. “But I don’t believe in ghosts,” she murmured. “They’re not real.

You can’t be—”

Before she could finish her lame protest, Barnabas had closed the distance between. “I’ll explain it later,” he said, pulling her roughly, almost violently against him. “Right now, I want to use my energy to feel you. To touch you. To love you. It’s been so long, Laura.”

Unable to deny the pleading in his eyes or the need in his voice, Laura subtly nodded her head. It was obvious their joining was inevitable. Why delay the longing in her heart?

His mouth came down over hers in a shockingly possessive kiss. Frightened and elated at the same time, Laura merely clung to his broad shoulders while his lips worked magic over hers. Her mind began the whirl, and she felt as though she were floating on clouds, her feet hovering above the floor.

Breaking away from his mesmerizing kiss, she chanced to look down. Sure enough, Barnabas and she were suspended several feet above the cushy carpet below. With a gentle nudge, he pushed her body slightly away from his.

Feeling as though she would fall, Laura let out a yelp of terror and clutched frantically at his arms.

Barnabas smiled. “Don’t be afraid. You’re safe with me. I promise.”

Relaxing a bit, Laura let herself drift freely. The air around her was strange, heavy. And yet, she felt weightless.

While the sensation was certainly bizarre, it was, at the same time, surprisingly exhilarating. When she tried to stop her backward glide, Laura lost her balance and tumbled forward awkwardly. With just a wave of his hand, Barnabas righted her stance.

“It takes some getting used to,” he said softly. “Just relax, let me guide you.”

He slowly twirled his index finger, and her body began to turn in response. Laura giggled. “I feel like I’m on display.”

“Only for me,” he purred. “Only for me.” The husky rumble in his voice made her insides shudder with expectancy. Laura closed her eyes, letting her head fall back slightly. Her long curls brushed against her waistline, tickling her skin. Never had someone’s scrutiny made her feel so alive, so invigorated, so—

“Beautiful. You’ve not changed a bit.”

Laura met his heated stare with a shy smile. “Thank you,” she whispered, feeling warmth stain her cheeks.

Another wave of his hand and she was suddenly moving forward. Her body stopped only inches from his. Her breath caught in her throat when fiery sparks danced in his eyes like the undulating flames of a roaring fire.

His hands shot out to grasp her upper arms in an almost painful hold. Then he pulled her against him, their bodies colliding with a tantalizing smack as his mouth came down once again to possess hers. “I can’t delay any longer,” he breathed heavily against her lips. His hands transversed the planes of her back, then moved lower to her hips and thighs.

Laura sensed there was more to the urgency in his voice than merely carnal need. He’d mentioned the constraint of time twice now, leading her to believe he would soon have to leave. Shoving aside her ambiguity of the circumstances involved, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself more firmly against him.

“I’m ready.”

His fingers curled around the cheeks of her ass in a firm grip. Then he hoisted her upward, bringing her breasts to his eager lips. While his palms caressed her outer thighs, his tongue laved around one rosy bud, making it harden into a taut bead.

A deep moan escaped Laura’s lips when he nipped at her throbbing peak. Eagerly wrapping her legs around his waist, she arched her spine, forcing her breast more fully into his surprisingly warm mouth. Barnabas responded with almost feral hunger.

With their bodies floating weightlessly about the room, his hands were free to explore. Cupping one breast within his palm, he alternated between sucking her nipple and twirling his tongue about it in a

tantalizing swirl, before lavishing an equal amount of attention on the other.

Ever so slowly, he moved downward, gently lifting her buoyant frame higher into the air until she could nearly touch the ceiling. His mouth left a tingling trail along her flesh, from the crevice between her breasts, across the flat plane of her stomach, and finally to the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

At the first brush of his tongue against her feminine lips, Laura shuddered. She gasped as electrical sparks of pleasure shot through her apex, radiating to her belly. Her fingers reached for his hair as she spread her legs, encouraging him to taste her core.

Wrapping his hands around her outer thighs, he coaxed her body to lie flat, nearly parallel to the floor several feet below. No longer afraid of falling, Laura relaxed backward, letting her weightless frame float freely.

Carefully slipping one knee and then the other over his shoulders, Barnabas began a pleasure-evoking stimulation of her clit that made her head feel as light as the rest of her.

Laura moaned and writhed against his face as he sucked at her swollen nub, gently drawing it in and out of his mouth. Then he flicked his tongue against it in an up and down motion, sending bolts of pleasure coursing through her insides. When he slipped in a finger and started caressing the sensitive spot just inside her sheath, she began to tremble.

“Barnabas…” she breathed heavily, feeling her feminine juices slip down the crack of her ass as her body tensed.

But Barnabas ignored her. The tip of his finger moved in circles over that tingling spot inside, while he continued to stroke her clit with his tongue. He obviously knew exactly what to do to bring her to culmination.

Laura’s stomach clenched. The muscles in her arms and legs tightened as her whole frame started to vibrate. Energy pulled to her pelvis, preparing for release. She tried to hold off, to prolong the pleasure as long as she could. But her mind whirled and she felt as though she were spinning in

circles. In the next instant, her insides convulsed; there was no stopping


Shannon Leigh
Amber Quill Assistant Review Coordinator
“Giving readers the O in their erOtica.”

*Nana’s Little Black Book–calling all incubi*
*Chasing Booty–the payoff is too good to pass up.*
*Dark Tales–not your average bedtime story.*

Scary movie anyone?

I never knew the movie Halloween was actually shot in the spring, using fake autumn leaves. I LOVE scary movies, but have a hard time finding anyone who will watch them with me. Although I love writing spooky stuff, I’m a complete wuss when it comes to horror movies (it’s a fact), and won’t watch one alone. I’m considering telling my best friend we’re going to see a chick flick, then showing up at Paranormal Activity 3 instead. She’d seriously kill me.

Samurai Warrior – Worthy Romance Hero?

I’d like to talk about Honor Bound. This story takes place in ancient Japan, right before the start of the Shogun era. I’ve always been fascinated with this time period, and with Japanese culture. There was so much political unrest, so much adversity, and yet people persevered. It was a time of restraint and hardship, and yet the Japanese people had an inner strength that had helped them to endure.

I was surprised that very few romance stories have been set during this time period. In contract, there are hundreds if not thousands of books that take place during the Victorian Era in England and Medieval Europe. Why is that? There are so many good things ancient Japan has to offer the romance reader. Samurai warriors would make just as good romance heroes as dukes or earls, don’t you think?

I really think that more romance heroes should be samurai. To support this idea, I thought that I’d offer up a few interesting facts about samurai warriors and ancient Japanese culture that I came upon in my research. Hopefully after reading them, you will agree with me that a samurai could be a worthy romance hero. 😉

1) The most treasured possessions of a samurai were his swords, the katana and wakizashi. Together, they were called the daisho.

2) Swords weren’t the only samurai weapons. Some used longbows (yumi), cannons, pole weapons and later, matchlocks (guns).

3) Samurai were bound by a code of honor (bushido) and were expected to set an example for the those beneath them. Much of this code is based on Zen Buddhism. As a result, they lead a Spartan lifestyle.

4) They helped to bring incense to Japan from China. They used it first in Buddhist practices, and later in other forms of meditation in order to achieve greater mental clarity.

5) During the height of the samurai, the Japenese emperor held little power. Instead, Muromachi or Ashikaga Shoguns ruled until the 16th century. (A Shogun was a supreme military commander.) Samurai were separated into clans, and served local feudal lords in their quests for power. These lords were always at odds and saught to better position themselves with more money, more land, or more power. The existance was much like medevil Europe in nature.

6) The samurai were well educated and could read. The samurai influenced Japanese culture through their tea ceremonies, monochrome ink painting, rock gardens and poetry, all of which were adapted from the Chinese. The height of Japenese art between 1185-1333 (The Feudal Period) was the creation of the Samurai swords.

7) When a samurai married, it was through an arrangement made by a higher ranking samurai. Most samurai married women from a samurai family. Samurai wives were trained to run and protect the home while the samurai was off fighting battles. Most could wield a weapon, if needed. A few became so good, that they rode out with their husbands into battle, instead of waiting at home for war to come to them.

8) A samurai could have a mistress, but her background had to be thoroughly checked by the higher-ranking samurai first.

9) Despite modern romanticism of the samurai, not all of these warriors were honorable super-warriors. Some were disloyal, greedy, manipulative, power-hungry, or cowardly. Some were even cheaters.

10) the most popular drink among the samurai — besides tea — was sake. Drinking was popular among the samurai, and had a place at a variety of social gatherings — especially after battle. Being drunk was not considered odious. In fact it was considered rude to NOT get drunk at certain social events.

So what do you think? Are you up for seeing more stories set in this wonderful culture and time period? I know I am. 😉

And while you ponder the worth of the samurai as a romance hero, feel free to check out my newest release, Honor Bound:

Pairing: m/f

Length: Novella

Price: $3.49

Buy Link:

Book Trailer:


Deep in the Hidaka Mountains, Akito is commissioned to capture the goddess of desire. He expects to use all of his samurai skills to complete the task. What he doesn’t expect is the resurrection of his deceased lover, or the number of immortals who wish them both dead.

Condemned to an eternity of loneliness, Jin curses the day the mother goddess tricked her into becoming immortal. When a seasoned samurai enters her prison, she’s determined to build the man’s desire so she can harness enough strength to break the bonds that tie her to the mountain. As the intruder makes himself known, memories long buried rise to the surface and Jin becomes desperate for Akito to believe the truth – that she is his beloved. Can she earn his trust in time, or will they both succumb to the forces that strive to keep them apart?

Reader Alert!: This story contains a dominating samurai, a sexually frustrated goddess, and enough rope to bind them both together for eternity.


“Jin. Your name is Jin.”

Jin froze. The stranger didn’t call her Vistaka, but used her human name. How did he find out something so intimate? She blinked and continued drying her hair. His use of her real name should have made her angry, but it somehow sounded right coming from his lips.

“That name lost its meaning a long time ago.” Jin caught his shadow along the rock wall in the periphery of her vision. This man knew much about her, and that was unnerving. Who was this shadowed warrior? She watched the far wall of the cavern and saw his shadow move closer. His earthy scent became stronger, reminding her that his sign, like his scent, was of the earth and incompatible with her water nature. He was hard and unyielding. She was soft and malleable. Was that how he was able to resist her charms?

The shadow raised his arms, and Jin saw the outline of the katana and wakizashi along the rock wall in front of her, the two samurai swords crossed behind her back. Slowly they inched forward until the “v”-opening surrounded her neck. All it would take would be one small jerk of his arms, and her head would become separated from her body. It wouldn’t kill her, she could turn into her spirit form before the fatal blow, but it would be incredibly annoying.

The hairs on Jin’s neck stood at attention as the swords inched closer. What to do? Jin’s mind raced with possibilities. Panic threaded through her body and she did what she always did the only thing she could think of that could calm her nerves.

She closed her eyes and began to hum. It was an old childhood tune, and one she often drew upon when she needed to focus her magic.

The stranger hesitated. “That voice.”

“You like it?” She opened her eyes and watched the wall in front of her. The shadow flexed its fingers around the swords at her neck.

“I knew someone who used to sing that song once.”

“It’s a popular song.” She tilted her head back, then winced as she felt the edge of the blade move against her hair. “You know my name, young samurai, but I don’t know yours.”

The swords wavered, as if the stranger suddenly felt the heavy weight of the blade and adjusted the hilt in his hands. Jin felt his anger weaken and his desire build once more.

“Am I not to know the name of my killer?” she asked.

“My name, like yours, lost its meaning a long time ago.”

She closed her eyes and searched for the answer among the scattered thoughts of his mind. He must have become wise to her powers, for everything was closed to her except for the deep longing he felt in his bones.

She opened her eyes. “It is as you say.”

“Come with me.” He lowered his swords and replaced them within his obi.

Jin glanced over her shoulder at his outstretched hand. “You know I can’t do that.” She waved her fingers in the air. “This is my prison.” Bitterness gnawed in her gut as the words passed over her lips. She cast it aside.

“If you don’t come, I’ll be forced to kill you.”

Fool. Did he really think he could kill a goddess? “You can’t harm me with your man-made trinkets.”

“No, but I can with this.”


Suzanne Rock







Some Halloween History

Here’s a fun Halloween fact: The ancient Celts thought that spirits and ghosts roamed the countryside on Halloween night. They began wearing masks and costumes to avoid being recognized as human.