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The Merriweather Witches
Halloween is quickly approaching. It’s one of my favorite
holidays! Already my children and I have finished the fall cleaning and
decorated our house with pumpkins, colorful leaves and hanging vampires and
skeletons. We have spiders dangling from webs, glowing skulls sitting on our
shelves and there might be a zombie or two hanging out by the windows. My
favorite decorations are the witches. Some are creepy with long wart-laden
noses and others are rather cute with silly smiles. Some of these decorations
are perfect to inspire me to write about witches in my stories.
I write paranormal and gothic romance. Although I write
about vampires and werewolves, the common element I have in my stories are witches.
I have two short stories currently available in a series I’ve called The
Merriweather Witches. These two paranormal romances are about sisters, Lillian
and Melora Merriweather. Each has a story of her own, but they are both running
from the same evil uncle who wishes to sell them into marriage for his own
selfish financial gain to support his work in alchemy. The sisters take
separate paths to escape him. Lillian finds herself lost in a blinding blizzard
while Melora travels to the house of a man whom she hopes might help her and
her sister.
The beginning of this series starts off with The Witch and the Wolf. This is
Lillian’s story where she meets the sexy Lord Jeremy North who has a secret
that might end her life.
Blurb for The Witch and the Wolf:
Lord Jeremy North’s curse is to
become a werewolf during every full moon, turning into a bloodthirsty monster
that kills with no remorse. When he finds a woman nearly frozen upon his
doorstep, his sense of honor compels him to help her, even at the risk he might
kill her himself.
Lillian Merriweather hadn’t planned
to get caught in a blizzard while traveling the English countryside. Nor had
she planned on finding refuge in a house full of secrets. But Lillian has
secrets of her own. And what she’s running from is not far behind…
Excerpt:
There were several moments Jeremy North suspected he
suffered hallucinations. Most of those times had been when he had first begun
to change into the beast during the full moon. And now, as he answered the
knocking he had at first imagined to be the pounding in his skull, he wondered
if the brandy he had been drinking this evening was perhaps tainted. He could
not quite believe his eyes.

A woman stood on his doorstep, covered in a layer of snow, her bright blue eyes
silently pleading to him just before her eyelids fluttered closed, and she
crumpled at his feet. He managed to set the candle down safely on a table in
time to catch her before she cracked her head on the stone beneath her. He
lifted her effortlessly into his arms, brought her into the house, slamming the
door closed with his foot. He hurried into the library with his unexpected
guest. North had returned earlier seeking the warm oblivion of yet another
glass of brandy. He grimaced at the memory of countless other sleep-deprived
nights spent in much the same way. Sans an unconscious woman, however.
He placed the bundled woman onto the sofa, ignoring the fact that the snow
was bound to create a water stain on the fabric once it melted. He leaned over
her, pushing the curly brown strands of wet hair off her face and checked to
see if she still breathed. Satisfied when he felt her breath on his hand, he
went back to the corridor.
“Amery!” He roared.
Turning back to the woman on his sofa, he again felt the necessity to blink
his eyes, wondering if they played a trick with his senses. He lit more candles
to brighten the room and added more wood to the fire. Then he walked back to
the woman and knelt at her side. He found her hand dangling over the edge of the
sofa and took it gently in his, the digits frozen stiff. He inhaled a gasp. He
cupped both of his hands instinctively around hers, hoping to lend her his
warmth.
He heard the shuffle from the hallway and Amery’s muttering, then a noisy
yawn.
“Bloody hell! What is this?” Amery bellowed from the doorway.
North ignored the query. “We need blankets,” he said, instead. “She’s frozen
through.”
Amery nodded and left.
A muffled groan from behind drew his attention, and he turned to see the
woman’s eyelids flutter open. He inhaled sharply as her bright blue gaze fell
upon him.
She studied him for a moment.
And then, she smiled.

About the Author
Tricia Schneider is a paranormal and gothic romance
author. She worked in a bookstore as Assistant Manager and bookseller for
several years before the store closed in 2010. Now, she writes full-time while
raising her 3 young children with her husband in the coal country of
Pennsylvania. She has 2 very neurotic cats and an addiction to chocolate.
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