Not So Silent Night
By
Sheri Velarde
By
Sheri Velarde
Bio:
Sheri Velarde, lives in New Mexico with her husband and their two dogs.
Being an avid reader since an early age, she has wanted to be a writer for as long as she canremember. She has been writing all her life, but only recently started to actually try to pursue her dream of writing for a living. She specializes in all things paranormal and that go bump in the night. Her heart truly lies in exploring unknown worlds or adding the supernatural to our world. If it goes bump in the night or has magical connotations, Sheri writes about it.
Sheri Velarde, lives in New Mexico with her husband and their two dogs.
Being an avid reader since an early age, she has wanted to be a writer for as long as she canremember. She has been writing all her life, but only recently started to actually try to pursue her dream of writing for a living. She specializes in all things paranormal and that go bump in the night. Her heart truly lies in exploring unknown worlds or adding the supernatural to our world. If it goes bump in the night or has magical connotations, Sheri writes about it.
She is constantly putting out new
material with various publishers, so it is best to keep up with her
on her website www.sherivelarde.weebly.com.
In her spare time Sheri is an artist,
jewelry designer, independent comic writer/artist and freelance
non-fiction writer. Hiking in the mountains, going to live concerts,
art openings, museums, and hosting intimate dinner parties.
Author Links:
Website/Blog:
http://sherivelarde.weebly.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Sher_V
Blurbs:
Another lonely Christmas approaches for
Anna and her life of penance—until an otherworldly distraction
appears and changes her life.
Anna is a lonely woman, running her
dead grandmother's flower shop. She hates Christmas and could not
feel more lost when a handsome and mysterious Russian, Alexander,
walks into her shop and her life. Each has secrets that they are
harboring. Just as their passion erupts, the good old boys in town
threaten to ruin everything. Getting to know each other is tough for
most couples, adding in magic does not make it any easier. Now with a
pack of werewolves out to destroy them, things become intense. They
find themselves in a fight for their lives. Can their newfound love
give them the strength to win against this threat and trust in the
future?
Buy Link:
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0187T305M
Excerpt:
She had almost finished cleaning up in
back when she heard the bell on the door ring less than five minutes
before closing. "Seriously? Can't people let me get out of here
on time just one damn night?" she muttered to herself as she
stormed toward the front so she could wait on her customer and then
get the hell out of the store.
Anna whipped around the corner in a huff, not caring if she scared the latecomer away. She stopped in her tracks and almost forgot what had pissed her off when she saw the customer in question. The most breathtaking back view of a man she had ever seen stood just inside the doorway, and her brain stopped working for the moment. Wow, who knew broad shoulders and a great rear could stop a woman in her tracks? While she gawked like an idiot, the man turned around and proved to be even more distracting from the front. This guy was like a wall of muscle, perfect body attached to a very masculine and handsome face with the deepest blue eyes Anna had ever seen.
"Sorry, I know you are about to close, but I need a gift of flowers," he said when he saw Anna. He had a very thick eastern European accent that she thought might be Russian, which of course only made him hotter. She noticed his eyes taking her in, and she couldn't help but stand a little straighter, showing her curves off to her advantage while she absentmindedly ran her fingers through her long, wavy, raven hair, which most men seemed to love.
It took Anna's brain a few moments to catch up before she could speak. Her previous anger and frustration vanished, replaced by eagerness to help this particular customer. "No problem at all. Do you have an idea of what kind of gift you are looking for? Is this for your girlfriend or wife?" Anna held her breath as she waited for this mystery man to answer, a bit annoyed with herself that she cared so much about what he might say.
Anna whipped around the corner in a huff, not caring if she scared the latecomer away. She stopped in her tracks and almost forgot what had pissed her off when she saw the customer in question. The most breathtaking back view of a man she had ever seen stood just inside the doorway, and her brain stopped working for the moment. Wow, who knew broad shoulders and a great rear could stop a woman in her tracks? While she gawked like an idiot, the man turned around and proved to be even more distracting from the front. This guy was like a wall of muscle, perfect body attached to a very masculine and handsome face with the deepest blue eyes Anna had ever seen.
"Sorry, I know you are about to close, but I need a gift of flowers," he said when he saw Anna. He had a very thick eastern European accent that she thought might be Russian, which of course only made him hotter. She noticed his eyes taking her in, and she couldn't help but stand a little straighter, showing her curves off to her advantage while she absentmindedly ran her fingers through her long, wavy, raven hair, which most men seemed to love.
It took Anna's brain a few moments to catch up before she could speak. Her previous anger and frustration vanished, replaced by eagerness to help this particular customer. "No problem at all. Do you have an idea of what kind of gift you are looking for? Is this for your girlfriend or wife?" Anna held her breath as she waited for this mystery man to answer, a bit annoyed with herself that she cared so much about what he might say.
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