Winter Blogfest: Emily Carrington

This post is part of Long and Short Reviews’ Winter Blogfest. Leave a comment for a chance to win one copy of A Very (Psychic) Vampire Christmas, which comes out right before Christmas. I will choose a randomly drawn person from the comments.

The Point of a Parrada

The point of a parrada is to sneak up on your friends. What’s a parrada? It’s a group of friends armed with guitars, maracas, and other instruments who surprise others with their sudden music during the Christmas season. The songs aren’t necessarily religious, but occassionally Jesus is mentioned.

This tradition is most common in Puerto Rico and Cuba. I stumbled upon it while doing research for my Puerto Rican-based psychic vampires. Although the story takes place a little south of Buffalo, New York, these psychic vampires bring their customs with them. Some, like piñatas being used mostly for a child’s birthday, are captured and rewritten by the werewolves who live in New York. Others, most notably the parradas, grow with the werewolves to lend their spirit.

The werewolves of Charles McLaughlin’s pack aren’t exactly celebrating Christmas since they follow the moon goddess and are rejoicing at the coming of the longest night of the year. But they learn to embrace new traditions. They have to. Charles’s mate, Luis, is a psychic vampire and brings with him a whole island’s worth of habits.

For me, singing is a crucial part of each Christmas season. I sing at the Protestant version of midnight mass after opening one Christmas present early. Please share your traditions with me. I will randomly select a comment and award that person a copy of A Very (Psychic) Vampire Christmas on January 3rd.

Happy Holidays!


Emily Carrington

A werewolf and a psychic vampire, mated for two years according to werewolf custom, are planning to get married to comply with psychic vampire tradition. Unfortunately, as much as they want to participate in a sexualized version of a Catholic wedding, they are cock blockd by the psychic vampire matriarch. She wants her son to stay away from his werewolf lover—and she’ll stop at nothing to break them up.






About the Author: Hi, I’m Emily. Welcome to my SearchLight world full of magical creatures, inclduing dragons, genies, and psychic vampires. If you’re curious about how dragon politics work over in China, check out my website:

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Halloween Blogfest Emily Carrington

Dear Readers,

Halloween is the best time of year to remember my favorite true ghost stories. Let me share one with you.

Shortly after my first guide dog retired, I hid in a listening room in the music library on campus. Desperate to forget my dog for a few minutes, I turned off the lights, and turned up a CD by Debussy. I thought I’d feel safe in a cocoon of velvety darkness and rolling sound.

Something turned on the florescent lights.

This wasn’t my first encounter with either ghosts or electrical problems, so I got up, flicked the switch off, and settled back at the table.

I had a sense of someone standing over me, but being visually-impaired I’ve learned to cope with feelings like that. I knew I was alone in the room, so I listened to on Debussy’s “The Sunken Cathedral” and refocused on how much I missed my guide dog.

That’s when the lights came back on, and a voice behind my right shoulder said, “Leave.”

I ignored my first reaction, which was to get up, take out the CD, and get going. I’ve faced ghosts, flickering lights, and randomly moving objects. Most of the time, there’s a reasonable explanation. Even when there isn’t, ghosts can usually be ignored.

“Go away,” I told it. Then, deciding I didn’t want to keep playing the game with the lights, I closed by eyes.

“Leave,” the ghost said, right in my face. (It wasn’t cold; I felt as if millimeter-long bees were stinging my cheeks.)

I opened my eyes.

My guide dog crouched between me and the ghost-form by the wall. Even though he wasn’t there in the flesh, I could feel my dog’s fur under my left hand, and I both felt and heard him bark.

The ghost faded through the wall, and I said, “Thank you,” before grabbing my jacket. I left the CD playing in the listening room, and I don’t think I told the student sitting at the circulation desk. I dropped the key to the listening room in front of her, and then left the building.

I’ve always loved ghost stories, although I never thought I’d live through one. Now that I’ve lived through several, I enjoy sharing aspects of them through my GLBT erotic romance.

In celebration of the creepier aspects of life that urge us to cling to those we love, I’m pleased to offer a giveaway. Leave a comment below and win a copy of Dragon’s Bane, a tale of obsession gone too far.

Atlas, a genie-god with nearly limitless power, has one task to complete. He must find the modern equivalent of Cerberus and kill it. He discovers the three-headed dog’s incarnation are three figures which surround his current master, Dan. These three are Dan’s current lover, Reese, Mark, a water dragon and Reese’s obsession, and Luke, Mark’s genie. Luke possesses nowhere near Atlas’s strength. If Atlas fails, he will be unleashed upon the world, insane and unstoppable.

Mark and Luke, still uneasy in their unequal relationship and with Mark’s reluctance to fully embrace his true nature as a dragon, find themselves under attack. Their memories are altered and untrustworthy. They forget key information, including Atlas’s existence, and how much they love and need each other, long enough or consistently enough to effectively fight back against this powerful new threat. And they aren’t the only ones whose memories and realities are being violated and altered. As their uneasiness around each other grows, Mark and Luke may lose sight of the one thing that has always protected them. Only their love for each other can save them — and everyone at Searchlight — from Atlas completing his terrible final task.

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