A VAMPIRE’S KISS is Book One in my “The Manigault Vampires” series. It’s a new, paperback spinoff series from my “The Witchery Series” trilogy, and contains many of the same Witches and Pagans you fell in love with from that series. This novel is a fun, very sexy love story. Here’s what it’s about…

“Sara Gadsden is a Wiccan Green Witch addicted to paranormal romance novels and their gorgeous vampire heroes. Like most people, she has no idea vampires actually exist until she meets Drayton Manigault at a Samhain party. Dray is not only one of Columbia’s wealthiest businessmen, but he has also been a vampire for the last 145 years. And he’s totally yummy. When he offers Sara a job working for his computer company, Manigault Technologies, fantasy collides with reality, and Sara’s future is suddenly transformed into one sexy, wild ride.”

Everyone who has read “The Witchery Series” novels has already met the heroine of this novel, Sara. Here is the first chapter for your enjoyment. Happy reading and magickal blessings!

“This is Drayton Manigault,” Noelle says to Sara, after dragging her away from Maylene and Blaine, and introducing her to several people at the party. “He’s Dracula tonight, in case you couldn’t tell.” She looks at him and snickers as if enjoying a private joke.

“And you must be Artemis,” Drayton Manigault says, ignoring Noelle. He takes Sara’s hand and bows gracefully. “You can call me Dray, sugar.”

Noelle snorts, pointing her finger at them. “Behave, you two. I’ll be back in a little while to check on you.” Still snickering, she disappears into the costumed crowd celebrating Samhain at her house.

Sara sticks her tongue out at Noelle and then turns to Dray. “I’m crazy about vampires,” she says, silently thanking the Goddess for sending this gorgeous man to Noelle’s party. “Are you Wiccan?”

Eye-candy and boy-toys are fair game as far as Sara is concerned, and Dray falls soundly in both categories. She lets her eyes slowly roam his body, not caring if he minds. If he protests, she’ll tell him she likes to appreciate a good-looking man. Men ogle attractive women all the time. Why should they have all the fun?

As Sara’s eyes caress Dray, she takes in his silky black hair flowing down to his waist, tied at the nape of his neck. He stands almost six feet tall, dressed in a tuxedo. A black cape lined with red satin drapes his broad shoulders. His body looks lean and firm, and he moves with the grace of a dancer. Hard to say how old he is, but he doesn’t look a day over thirty.

“Tasty,” she murmurs, licking her lips.

“No, I’m not Pagan,” he replies to her question, his dark eyes twinkling, as if he approves of her bold gaze. “But I assume you are.”

“Yeah,” she answers, taking another sip from the cup of punch Noelle’s boyfriend, Wynn, brought to her earlier. She gazes at the crowd in Noelle’s house, everyone laughing and talking while Pagan music flows from the CD player. “I’m a Wiccan Green Witch.”

“Interesting,” Dray replies, staring at her intently, a whimsical grin tugging at his lips. “Are you two-natured as well? Perhaps part Fey?”

Sara’s laugh is high and clear, like the tinkling of bells. “I don’t think so, but it’s funny you should ask. Blaine said the same thing last night.”

“Blaine?”

“He’s Maylene’s boyfriend. I’m staying with her this weekend.” She looks across the room, finds Maylene and Blaine talking with Savannah, and points them out to Dray. “I’ll bet they abandon me, considering the way they’ve been looking at each other all night.” She waggles her eyebrows. “The pheromones are so thick around those two I have to keep fanning myself.”

Dray chuckles.

“You and me both,” Noelle says, clomping up to them in the five-inch platform boots that are part of her Goth costume. “Hey, Dray. Do you need more punch?”

“No thank you, Noelle.” Dray inclines his head. “I’m fine.”

Noelle turns to Sara and hands her a key.

“What’s this?” Sara asks, sticking the key in the pocket of her costume.

Noelle snorts. “You were right. Maylene and Blaine are leaving. She’s spending the night at his house and said she’ll call you in the morning. That’s her door key.”

Sara looks at Dray. “See? I told you.”

“Do you need a ride?” Dray asks.

“No, but thanks anyway. She just lives five houses down.”

Dray nods and takes another sip of punch.

“I’m off to mingle,” Noelle chimes. “If you need anything, Sara, let me or Wynn know.” She hugs Sara and clomps off.

“So,” Sara says, turning her full attention to Dray. “Tell me what a yummy vamp like you is doing at a Pagan party?”

Dray clears his throat. “Yummy?”

“Definitely,” Sara replies, and waggles her eyebrows again, thinking a scrumptious man like Dray must be attached. “Where’s your date?”

“Excuse me?” Dray asks, raising his eyebrows. “Sara, do you always say exactly what you think?”

“Pretty much.” She puts her hand on her hip. “Now quit stalling and answer the question, big boy. Inquiring minds want to know.”

Dray chuckles and shakes his head. “I’m not dating anyone at the moment, if that’s what you’re asking, sugar.”

“Hard to believe.” Sara smiles, knowing the planets must be in a favorable position tonight. It’s not often she meets a gorgeous, single man dressed as a vampire. No wonder Maylene moved to Columbia. All the good-looking men must hang out here.

“By the way, I love your hair,” Sara observes. “It’s so Yama.”

“Excuse me?”

Sara tilts her head. “Obviously, you don’t read erotica.”

Drays eyes widen. “And you do?”

“Oh, yeah,” she replies, draining her punch cup. “I think it’s important to be well read. Don’t you?”

Before he can answer, she turns him around and runs her hand down his silky black, waist-length hair. “Definitely, Yama.”

Dray allows her to turn him back around, his lips twitching, as if trying not to smile.

Sara points her finger at him when she sees his face. “There you go. Trying not to laugh at me.” She lifts her chin and glares at him. “For your information, your hair reminds me of the royal Yama in Emma Holly’s demon series.”

“Not vampires?”

“Nah, but these are totally yummy demons.”

“Ah,” he replies, unable to keep from smiling broadly. “I suppose that’s okay.”

“I’m changing the subject, big boy.” Sara narrows her eyes at him and ignores his comment. “So you’re a Manigault. That’s a Charleston name, isn’t it? Any relation?”

“Yes,” Dray replies to her first question, trying to hide his amusement. “A distant relative.”

“I thought so,” Sara tosses her punch cup in a wastebasket. “I live in Charleston, and everyone knows the Manigault House.”

“Have you been there?”

“No.” Sara smoothes and adjusts her costume now that both her hands are free. “I spend most of my time in my garden when I’m not working at the flower shop. I also help out part-time at a used bookstore.”

“Interesting.”

“You say that a lot,” Sara teases. “You need to expand your vampy vocabulary.”

Dray laughs out loud. “And you’re an expert on vampires?”

“Yeah,” Sara responds, nodding, “you could say that.” She wonders if Dray knows anything about the undead. Probably not. For all she knows he dressed like a vampire tonight because he looks fabulous in black formalwear. “I’ve read hundreds of vampy paranormal romance novels.”

“Ah, I see,” Dray replies, his eyes twinkling, a smile trying to curl the corners of his mouth.

“Go ahead and laugh. I know you want to. I’m used to it. But vampires are a hobby of mine.”

“I would never laugh at you, sugar,” Dray replies, tossing his empty cup in the same wastebasket. “Some of my friends, like Wynn, read those novels, too.”

“I know!” she exclaims, clapping her hands. “I just found out. Exciting, isn’t it?” She leans toward Dray. “Wynn is dressed like Ash tonight from the Dark-Hunter series. He’s totally yummy.” She winks. “Noelle is a very lucky girl.”

Dray shakes his head and slips his hands in his pockets, looking down at his expensive Italian loafers for a moment, hiding another smile.

Sara knows he’s trying not to laugh at her. He’s been smiling or chuckling at everything she’s said since Noelle introduced them an hour ago. No big deal. She’s used to that reaction in people.

Still it’s obvious he’s trying not to hurt her feelings. He keeps pulling those luscious lips of his into a thin line across his face.

She stares at his mouth, fascinated with how soft it is when he relaxes. In fact, Dray is such a tasty package she can only imagine how his kisses must feel. Smoldering is the word that comes to mind. If she’s lucky she’ll find out tonight.

“How do you know Wynn if you aren’t Pagan?” she asks, forcing herself to stop thinking erotic thoughts about Dray’s lips. A spike of desire ripples through her core, and she knows she’s treading on dangerous ground. The silky material of her costume isn’t going to hide how hard her nipples have suddenly become.

“He works for me,” Dray replies. “I own a computer company, Manigault Technologies. Our main office is downtown.”

“Wynn invited his boss to his party? Cool.”

“We’re also friends.”

“Interesting.” Sara nods.

“Now you’re doing it, sugar,” Dray teases.

“So I am.” Sara sticks her tongue out at him and pinches his arm. “Change of subject. Back to vampires.” She waves her hand at his costume. “They don’t really dress like that, you know?”

Dray’s dark eyes twinkle, and he chews his lip to keep from smiling.

“You don’t believe me, do you? I saw you. You’re laughing at me.” She squints her eyes and glares at him. “Listen, I’m trying to help you out here. Yes, vampires do dress in black, but they usually wear designer clothes. You know, like Armani or something like that. Or they wear yummy leather pants that ride low on their scrumptious hips.” She fans herself when that image floats through her mind. “Yowza!”

He tries to stifle a laugh.

Sara stands back, her eyes traveling up and down his body while she ignores his response. “Yeah, a black turtleneck and wool trousers would definitely look good on you with your dark hair.” She taps her finger against her lips. “Dear Goddess, you’re yummy.”

“Thanks for the tip.” Dray shakes his head, a sexy grin threatening his mouth. “Sara, are you always this unpredictable? I never know what you are going to say next.”

“I guess so,” she replies, shrugging her shoulders. “I hear that a lot from my friends.”

Dray captures her hand and brings it to his lips, brushing her knuckles with a light kiss. “I meant it as a compliment, sugar.”

“Thanks,” she replies, smiling brightly, even if his hand is cooler than she thought it would be. Yet his unexpected touch increases her body temperature by several degrees. “You really need to stop the hand-kissing thing, too. It’s so Dracula, you know?”

“Hmm.” He inclines his head and winks at her.

“And watch the bowing,” she continues. “Vamps don’t really do that any more.”

“I will, sugar.” Dray is smiling uncontrollably now.

Sara glances at the thinning crowd. “I guess the party is winding down.” She turns back to Dray, flustered. “I’ve completely lost my manners. I’m sorry. Here I’ve talked your head off for most of the night, and I’m sure there were other people you planned to party with.”

“There weren’t,” Dray assures her. “There’s no one I would rather spend this evening with than you.”

“Well, aren’t you a sweetheart?” Sara grins. “But don’t bow again. We need to break you of that habit.”

Dray bursts out laughing.

“Someone’s having a good time,” Noelle says, coming up behind Dray and wrapping her arm around his waist.

Dray kisses Noelle’s cheek. “I’m having a wonderful time, thanks to Sara.”

“I can tell,” Noelle snorts. “I haven’t heard you laugh this much all year.”

“Sara has been giving me tips on how vampires are supposed to act.” Dray grins mischievously. “She doesn’t think I’m very good at it.”

“You’re kidding, right?” Noelle’s eyes widen as her jaw drops and her lips form a perfect O.

“Absolutely,” Sara agrees. “The way he acts he’d never pass for a vampire at a party like this.” She points her finger at Dray. “You’ve been watching to many of those old horror flicks, haven’t you?” She shakes her head and turns to Noelle. “Tell him to get with the times. He needs to watch Blade or Buffy.” She smiles like a contented cat, motioning toward Dray. “He’s lucky you introduced us tonight so I could set him straight.”

Noelle starts to sputter and bends over laughing.

“See?” Dray says, helping Noelle straighten up, his silky black hair falling over his shoulder. “She’s been saying things like that all evening.”

Noelle waves her hand, trying to stop giggling. “This is too rich,” she sputters. “I’ve got to tell Wynn. He’s going to love it.” She turns around and hugs Sara tightly. “Nice to meet you, Sara. Come back any time. Really.”

Sara watches Noelle walk away, giggling uncontrollably. “What’s with her?”

“She has a unique sense of humor,” Dray replies, taking Sara’s hand and weaving his fingers through hers. “May I walk you home, sugar?”

Sara grins at him and pats his hand. “Sure.”

Dray waves goodbye to Wynn, who is chuckling as Noelle whispers in his ear. Walking down the steps, Sara notices the cars in front of Noelle’s house have thinned considerably.

“What a beautiful night,” Sara comments, while she and Dray stroll across the yard and down the street. She stops to look up at the stars. “Nice and warm, but it smells like autumn.”

Pulling away from Dray, she whirls in a circle when they reach Maylene’s driveway, dancing like a faery queen to the tune of one of her favorite garden chants. Her full breasts strain against the sheer fabric of the Artemis costume, while her long blonde hair, braided with dried flowers and ribbons, sways across her slim hips.

Sara looks back and smiles at Dray. “We’re here,” she sings, pulling the key from the pocket of her costume.

Staying behind her, he climbs the steps leading to the front porch. When she reaches the door, she slips in the key and opens it.

“Sara,” Dray begins, laying his hand on her arm, “would you have lunch with me tomorrow?”

Sara closes the door. “Can’t let the cat out,” she murmurs, turning toward him. She takes his hand and shakes it. “I enjoyed meeting you, Dray.” She leans forward and kisses his cheek. “Yes, I’d love to have lunch with you tomorrow.”

Dray’s arm circles Sara’s waist, pulling her gently toward him until her breasts press against his chest. He dips his head and touches his mouth to hers in a light kiss, running his tongue along her bottom lip.

“You’re a live one, aren’t you?” Sara whispers, wrapping her arms around his neck. She deepens the kiss, her tongue probing and stroking, lost in the erotic haven of his mouth.

He growls, and his kiss turns hot and hungry in response.

Enjoying herself immensely, Sara thinks his kisses are almost as good as sex. Almost.

Dray’s arms tighten around her until his hard cock presses against her stomach. Delighted with this development, she rubs her hip against his crotch and then pulls back.

“Mercy!” she says, fanning herself. “I’ve been waiting all night for that.” She looks up at him and gives him a Fey smile. “Got a business card on you?”

“What?” Dray asks, breathing deeply.

“A business card,” she explains, as if he were spacey. “I need your number. You know, just in case Maylene has something planned for me, and I have to break our lunch date.”

“Right.” Dray reaches into the breast pocket of his tuxedo and pulls out a pen and a business card. He scribbles on the back of the card and hands it to her.

“This is my cell number,” he explains. “Call me if you can’t make it. Otherwise, I’ll come by and pick you up at noon?”

“Sounds good,” Sara replies, flicking the card with her fingernail. “So I guess you don’t mind dating older women, huh?”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m thirty-five, and you don’t look a day over thirty.” She grins and runs her fingers through his hair, which has fallen over his shoulder again. “Just thought I’d point that out.”

“Thanks for the warning,” he replies, gently touching her lips with his thumb. A sexy grin tugs at the corners of his mouth. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“You do that.” She grabs his lapels and pulls him to her, kissing him hard. “Sorry. I couldn’t resist.”

She releases him and looks up into his eyes. “Hey, Dracula, you’re not going to bite me, are you?”

“Not this time, sugar.”

(c) Laura Stamps

*

Once again the Southeast enters the rainy season, a time when the sky remains bright and cornflower blue, yet November leaves rain from the trees in fiery shades and hues. That evening the temperature dips below freezing, the trees slowly unraveling, the night cloaked in a shawl of silence, too cold for the strumming of crickets and tree frogs.

The next morning Savannah Monroe opens the front door to dash out on the porch, grab the newspaper, and duck back into the house before brisk air saturates her robe. Instead, she finds a calico kitten rolling with the paper, tackling it as if it were a football, gnawing the rubber band.

“Hi, sweetie,” Savannah says, slowly kneeling, forgetting the icy breeze. “Who do you belong to?”

The kitten jumps to its feet, meows loudly, and runs to Savannah, flopping across her fuzzy house slippers. As she strokes its matted fur, she estimates the kitten to be about six weeks old, probably part of the feral colony living in the overgrown lot down the street.

“I’ll bet you’re hungry,” she says, feeling the kitten’s ribs poking through its caramel and ivory coat.

Suddenly, a low growl escalates behind Savannah as Thoth, her Maine Coon, discovers the reason for the open door and chilly breeze swimming throughout the living room. Before she can stop him, Thoth lurches for the kitten, which scurries like a white mouse beneath Savannah’s robe and into the house.

Hearing the howling, Horus bounds down the stairs and helps Thoth corner the hissing kitten under the kitchen table, while Savannah slams the door and rushes over.

“Move back, boys,” she says to Thoth and Horus, gently pulling the cats aside so she can crawl under the table to rescue the shivering kitten.

“Let’s clean you up a bit,” she says to the kitten, as it tries to hide in her arms.

She walks to the sink and turns on the faucet, glistening pink faerie lights swirling around her. Warm water streams over the kitten cupped in her hand like a grapefruit. Its trembling begins to subside, while Savannah gently lathers an organic flea shampoo around its eyes and ears, working down to its shoestring tail.

Only six inches in length, the kitten stands on the counter nibbling a piece of kibble while Savannah fluffs its wet fur with a dishtowel. Lifting its tail, she determines the kitten to be male. Turning him around, she finds no sign of fleas, but one eye winks red and crusty. Savannah mixes a lukewarm solution of goldenseal tea and washes both eyes, a trick she learned from her best friend, Ravena Riley, a veteran of feral cat rescue.

“When I get a chance I’ll call Ravena,” she muses. “Maybe she can find a good home for you.”

She carries the kitten to the bathroom with a bowl of cat milk, not trusting him alone in the house with Horus and Thoth. After Savannah showers and dresses for work, the kitten follows her to the office, where he immediately dives into the open pocket of an unfinished handbag.

“Oh, no, you don’t!” she exclaims, laughing, as she picks up an empty ribbon spool to distract him.

Savannah’s Magickal Handbags specializes in expensive, magickally charmed, handmade purses. She started the company ten years ago by accident, when she couldn’t find an attractive yet functional handbag for her job as the personal assistant to a fashion designer in Atlanta. Frustrated, she created her own, which caused an uproar the first day she brought it to work and generated several orders from coworkers and friends.

Within a year she’d fattened her savings account and gathered a long list of retail and wholesale handbag clients. She quit her job and moved to the mountains of eastern North Carolina, a part of the country she’d always longed to explore.

Soon she realized her dream of owning a successful design business in the fashion industry. Sales increased every year, and so did the prices of Savannah’s handbags.

She met Greer at a trade show, the publicist for a national chain of designer boutiques. Their marriage only lasted three years, long enough for Savannah to realize the handsome man, who made her laugh with his offbeat sense of humor, was actually a depressed and angry person. She left when she grew weary of his chameleon nature, when she understood his irate moods were no fault of hers, no matter how verbally abusive Greer became. No matter how often he accused her.

Now she’s thirty-five, divorced, and living in South Carolina, the place where she met Ravena for the first time. Back then her handbags sold at craft fairs throughout the Southeast instead of upscale boutiques, department stores, and gift shops. Ravena’s booth had been next to hers at a craft fair nine years ago in Columbia, one of Savannah’s first shows. She’d marveled at Ravena’s sales savvy, feeling as green as the grass beneath her booth.

Instead of ignoring a newbie, Ravena befriended her, offering lots of tips to increase sales, which worked and made the show a profitable one for both women. Savannah knew without a doubt the Goddess had placed this Wiccan sister in the Craft on her path that day, and they have remained best friends ever since. It’s no wonder Ravena suggested Savannah move to South Carolina after her divorce, encouraging her young friend to start over on friendly ground.

While the month of September greeted Columbia with a heat wave, Savannah arrived with her cats, renting a house only a mile from Ravena. Since then she’s been mending her shaken self-esteem, trying to climb out of the gaping hole scratched into her heart by an abusive marriage.

“The last thing I need is another man in my life,” she whispers, laying aside her work to watch the kitten sleeping peacefully in a pile of fabric scraps. A smile lights Savannah’s face, and she quietly laughs. “Even if he is a cutie like you.”

But she can’t ignore the feeling that this kitten entered her life for a reason, as if one of the faeries she communes with every day were whispering in her ear. Too distracted to continue stitching a row of antique lace on a new handbag, she walks into the living room to her altar. Horus and Thoth sit by the sliding glass door, twittering at leaves raining from oak and elm trees, their tails quivering, as if imagining each one might be a sparrow or jay they could chase.

Savannah opens the magickal box containing her Wiccan tarot deck. Bast, the Egyptian Cat Goddess, sits next to it, her serene feline face watching and waiting.

She returns to the office and places the deck on the worktable. But before Savannah can cast a sacred circle for a reading the doorbell rings.

Ravena stands on the front porch. A warm breeze fans her long blonde hair into a flaxen cloak, three tiny braids threaded throughout, each laced with ribbons and rune charms, a basket of cat toys looped over her arm.

“The weather station predicts a high today in the eighties,” Ravena says, shaking her head. “Must be South Carolina!” She steps through the door, handing the basket to Savannah. “These are for your new kitten,” she says, winking.

Savannah gasps. “How did you know?”

“I’m a Witch, remember?” Ravena replies, laughing. “Seriously, I saw it in the tarot cards this morning.”

At that moment the kitten wheels out of Savannah’s office, dancing like a Samhain cat, and darts under the sofa.

“I can see the cards were right as usual,” Ravena says, plopping down in an overstuffed chair, while Savannah deposits the basket on the coffee table and extracts the kitten from beneath the sofa.

“I’m glad you’re here, since I can’t possibly keep this kitten,” Savannah says, setting him next to the basket, which he plunges into, wrestling with a catnip mouse. “I was hoping you could find a home for him.”

Ravena ignores Savannah’s comment and lifts the kitten, laying him in her lap, where he purrs loudly. “What do Thoth and Horus think of this little fellow?”

“You know cats.” Savannah shrugs and sits on the sofa. “They’re never happy about a newcomer.”

Ravena scratches the kitten’s chin, and he closes his eyes in ecstasy, his snowy throat rumbling. “You should name him Re, after the Egyptian Sun God,” she muses, “for his ivory fur and the Light he brings to this house.”

“The last thing I need is a new man in my life.” Savannah groans. “You know that better than anyone.”

Ravena grins, her jade eyes twinkling. “Yes, but we all need Messengers of Light from the Goddess and the Fey.”

“Okay, I give up.” Savannah moans and lifts her hands in surrender. What did the cards say?”

Sunday morning, and Savannah runs to the window with the kitten, the clicking of several thousand beaks scratching the air. Yankee starlings migrating south for the winter blacken the street, yards, and trees, conjuring a whirlwind of clamor. Horus and Thoth wiggle with excitement, while Re squeaks his pleasure.

Suddenly, the mass leaps for the sky in a synchronized moment, tinting the light with a murky funnel cloud of feather and screech, leaving four dazzled souls behind.

After lunch Re zooms into the office, clutching one of Ravena’s catnip mice between his teeth. He crashes into a rattan cabinet filled with fabric, dances a circle or two on his toes, and zips out the door.

“Somebody has the rips,” Savannah murmurs, trying to concentrate on an intricate sequin design for a new handbag, while lifting her feet every time Re dashes through the office at high speed. Kittens cannot easily retract their claws at that age, and she bears the crimson marks on her arms and legs to prove it.

Thoth shuffles into the office and plops on a rug to watch the show. After the first day, curiosity about Re replaced Thoth’s constant hissing, and now he follows the kitten from room to room. Utterly delighted, Re performs for this audience of one and then tackles Thoth’s fluffy head, clinging to the big cat’s giant ears like a tiny white hat. Thoth fails to shake the kitten off, and Savannah intercedes, gently removing Re.

“Thoth isn’t your mother,” she says, even as Thoth washes Re’s face, fueling the kitten’s infatuation.

Every day Re swings from the carpeted kitty condo in the den, performing frantic kitten gymnastics for an hour or so. Re also adores Savannah’s long chestnut hair, which he yanks with his teeth and paws whenever she leans down to pet him or sits on the stool at her worktable, while he quietly stalks her.

“Ouch!” Savannah yelps after another sneak attack from Re, detaching the kitten from her back and loosening a strand of hair from his mouth. “I had no idea you could leap so high now,” she says, wincing from the sting of fresh scratches. “I’ve got to find a string toy for you. Preferably, one that makes my hair look boring.”

After dinner Re learns how to spit and spends the rest of the evening spitting at Horus, Thoth, and Savannah, delighting in the new sound skipping from his lips. He invents a game which consists of running across the living room, climbing up on a sofa cushion, spitting at Savannah while she reads the latest urban fantasy novel by Lilith Saintcrow, then darting into the kitchen to slither under the refrigerator like a garter snake.

“Tomorrow I’ll slide a few pieces of cardboard under the drip pan to block his entrance,” she murmurs, turning another page of the novel, Horus sprawled across her lap.

But the next day Re’s spitting blossoms into sneezing, and his nose begins to leak. “Don’t worry,” Savannah says, lifting him to her shoulder and walking to the kitchen, while he sneezes on her face. She wipes her cheek with a paper towel and reaches into the cabinet for bottles of non-alcoholic goldenseal and echinacea.

“I’ll just add a few drops of these liquid herbs to your food and water, and you’ll be back to your spitting tricks in no time,” she promises, scratching his chin, as he sneezes on her hand.

Savannah’s Patron Goddess, Bast, occupies a special place in Egyptian history not only as the revered Cat Goddess but also as a Moon Goddess. Because of this, Savannah celebrates each Esbat, a ritual of magick and divination that occurs every month on the night of a full moon.

The Esbat in November honors the Snow Moon, and that evening Savannah slips into her ritual robe and decorates the altar with paper cutouts of snowflakes. Horus and Thoth settle on the sofa to watch, while Re bounces around the room, unaware of Savannah’s ritual routine. She catches Re as he races by and puts him on a pillow next to Thoth.

“Sit,” she says, pointing her finger at Re, a command she’s been teaching him this week. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll give you a treat later with the big kitties.”

She returns to the altar and lights three green candles carved with Wynn, the rune for prosperity and love. She leaves them on the altar rather than arranging them in a circle on the floor. Re sizzled one of his whiskers a few days ago on a scented candle burning on the coffee table, and she has no desire to tempt the curious kitten.

Clearing a space on the altar, Savannah spreads a bright pink bandana cleansed in sunlight and sets her tarot deck in the middle. The Snow Moon offers the opportunity for divination, a chance to work with abundance and prosperity, to peer through the folds of time and discern the future. She opens the curtains at every window, flooding the candlelit room with moonlight.

Standing before the altar, she lifts her wand and slowly turns in a clockwise direction, welcoming the faeries, elementals, and mighty Watchtowers to her ritual. She stops in front of the statue of Bast sitting regally on her altar. Lifting her hands, Savannah says:

Savannah grasps the tarot cards and cuts the deck, turning the second half upside down. But as she begins to shuffle the cards Re can no longer contain his excitement and dives off the sofa, climbing up Savannah’s leg to slap one of the silken tassels dangling from her ritual robe.

She screams as his tiny needled claws draw blood from her leg, and she drops the cards to grab Re, unfastening him from her jeans.

“No!” she shouts and swats Re’s bottom, setting him back on the sofa cushion. “No,” she says again, pointing her finger at him, while Horus and Thoth cringe, and Re’s tail twitches.

When Savannah returns to the altar she finds the cards in a cluttered pile. As she gathers them back into an orderly stack one card slips from her fingers and falls to the sacred cloth. A silver streak of moonlight illuminates the upturned face of the Ace of Cups.

Savannah laughs. “Okay,” she says. “This is certainly the oddest tarot card reading I’ve ever done, but I get the message.”

Puzzled, she props the card against a paper snowflake and stares at it for a moment. “But I don’t understand how this card relates to my future prosperity,” she mumbles, knowing the Ace of Cups foretells the beginning of a love affair.

Savannah shudders, the thought of dating or a new lover unpleasantly prickling her skin. “I’m not ready for this,” she pleads, as moonshine streams across the altar, illuminating Bast, whose golden feline eyes dance in the candlelight.

In the aftermath of an abusive marriage and painful divorce, Savannah Monroe flees from the Blue Ridge Mountains to Columbia, South Carolina, taking refuge in her friendship with fellow Wiccans, Ravena Riley and Mirabella Middleton. All Savannah wants is to lead a quiet life, slowly rebuilding her damaged self-esteem. But nothing seems to be going according to plan. First, a stray kitten appears on her front porch as a messenger of Light. Next, a Rune Witch moves in next door. Suddenly, Savannah’s world includes Rune spirits, Empaths, psychic vampires, and shapeshifters. Then a flower faery delivers a startling revelation, and romance roars into Savannah’s world in the form of a sexy two-natured man. Whew! Life will never be the same again for this Wiccan Faery Witch.

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“Just make sure you have no other plans for the day or night, because you won’t want to stop reading WHAT WITCHES WANT once you start!” (G.L. Giles, Book Reviewer for Psychic Times)

“It was amazing! WHAT WITCHES WANT was a sweet love story that had me eager to turn each page. With each page I read, I fell more and more in love with Savannah and her life. And I liked Donnie a lot, he sounded yummy. He seemed like a really sweet guy. I highly recommend this book to anyone who loves a good love story and anything supernatural.” (Lindsay Allison, Book Reviewer for Thoughts from Lindsay)

”I loved your book, WHAT WITCHES WANT! I am going to order the 1st one, THE WITCHES OF DIXIE, and I plan on pre-ordering the next book in the witchery series, CALL OF THE WITCHES. “Wynn and Donnie…so many hot men… My god girl…what a tease you are! Dang…they are all so yummy! It seems that I have a major weakness for your heroes! I swear if Colleen was around I would have her add them all to the Harem…lol. You know I like those Alpha men, but dang I really ADORE the Betas too. Especially how you write them. You definitely know how to write a sexy hero…Holy Moly! I needed to turn down my air conditioner when I started reading about them! WHEW! I thought the relationships between Savannah and her friends-along with that hunk Donnie (sigh) was wonderful! I know one thing…if we ever remodel our bathroom…we are getting a BIGGER tub! (what a hot sex scene!). I recommend WHAT WTCHES WANT for everyone who likes a strong heroine, great paranormal backstories, and a very sexy hero. I had a feeling I was going to really like this book, and I LOVE it when I am right! I love to read about characters that I really find myself caring about. This book has some heartfelt, as well as some very funny moments in it! I loved the bond Savannah and her friends had with one another. Savannah does a lot of soul searching and healing before she finds her soul mate, Donnie in this story. I loved Donnie! He was strong, sexy and so good for Savannah. He is nice guy with a strong protective streak for Savannah and the people he cares about. (Plus, his friend Wynn, the shapeshifter, was pretty darn hot to read about too…sigh). This story is not only interesting, but it easily kept my attention. “Laura…WHEW…Donnie and Wynn ARE so very Yummy in WHAT WITCHES WANT! Gosh, How could any girl resist??? I really liked Savannah, she really came into her own person…You gave her strength to find herself, and a very happy ending with Donnie…it just doesn’t get better than that:) Great book my friend:) I am looking forward to the rest of the story!” Shellie (Arkansas)

“I just finished WHAT WITCHES WANT, and had to think about what I wanted to say. I just wanted to gush, and gush. I so want to move to the South so I can find friends like this! I loved this novel. What a gift and a talent Ms. Stamps has! My only complaint (if you can call it that) is that it went so fast….haha. It seemed like I just started reading, and falling for everyone again, and I was done with the book. Now I just have to wait, on the edge of my seat, no less, for the next installment. In closing, I feel blessed that I have been able to read these books, and to have found such a wonderful and talented author. Also recommended: THE WITCHES OF DIXIE.” Tammy (New Jersey)

“Laura, I just got your books (THE WITCHES OF DIXIE and WHAT WITCHES WANT) and thank you very much. Thank you for signing them. It makes them extra special. Good Luck with your writing. (Toni, Utah)

“Very enjoyable! I really liked WHAT WITCHES WANT. I just love seeing how to integrate Wicca into everyday life, and I’ll tell you, I had no idea there were such things as psychic vampires, but after reading about them I realized I work with one. Thanks to you I now know how to deal with her, and she is upsetting me less and less. Whew!! Thanks a lot!! I’m not going to go into the story-line, I’m just going to say this was a good read. I would love to live in a neighborhood like these characters live in. I wanted this book to keep going for years, Laura Stamps seems able to make everyday life an entertaining read. I can’t wait to read the next installment! Keep it going Laura!” (Dawn, Alabama)

“The way Stamps is able to string words together in a sentence is beautiful. I wish all writers could do this with such ease. Her dialog is equally done to perfection, and that’s not all. She creates an environment to be envied by every reader. By the end of WHAT WITCHES WANT, I wanted Savannah and her friends to be my friends and neighbors. They are all so believable that you have me wanting to know if they really exist.” (J. Kaye Oldner, Book Reviewer for J.Kaye’s Book Blog)

“I loved this book. WHAT WITCHES WANT was a great read. I loved the relationships between the witches Nicolle, Rayena, Mirabelle, and Savannah. But also with the men in their lives. I was so glad when Savannah and Donnie met and they just seemed to mesh. I was so glad when she got rid of Greer. The book was hot and sexy but also very tasteful. I can’t wait to see what happens with the gang in the next book. I loved the book and can’t wait to get the last book in the series and look forward to the other books you write.” (Toni, Utah)

“WHAT WITCHES WANT is Book 2 of the Witchery series by Laura Stamps. What a fun read and Goodreads.com even gets a mention!! This second book in the series spins the tale of Savannah who fled an abusive marriage to move near her friends in South Carolina. Savannah is a Wiccan as are her friends. She is finally settling in and looking for quiet and serenity in her life, while happily designing her up-market, spelled handbags and living with her two cats. Fairly quickly, it becomes obvious that Savannah’s life will be anything but quiet. She must deal with a new kitten, a new neighbor, a possible stalker, visits from her ex, and a new man! Now I ask you…is that peaceful? Savannah is someone I would like to be friends with and her new man…well, if I could steal him, I would! Although he doesn’t appear til well into the story, Savannah’s not ready for him until then; it just wouldn’t work any other way. But when he does appear? He’s hot, and so is the sex! I’ve already put the 3rd book in this series CALL OF THE WITCHES on my to-buy lists.” (Julie, Georgia)

“Hey, Laura! It was so much fun yesterday at the booksigning, and I loved finally getting to meet you. I read your LJ post for today. I hate I missed meeting your husband; maybe in September. The best part was talking with You and Julie. Ya’ll are some funny women. You know when I left, I realized I hadn’t told you I finished reading WHAT WITCHES WANT. I really enjoyed that book. For me, the mark of a great writer is when I finish their book, I feel like I’ve made new friendships with the characters and I want to re-read the book right then. I hope you’re having a great day today.” (Jen, South Carlolina)

“WHAT WITCHES WANT is a beautiful story about friendship, healing, and love. Although this is my first book by the author, it’s actually Book 2 in the Witchery series. I jumped right in with ease, so I would consider this book a stand alone. Savannah has come to Columbia, South Carolina to start a new life without her emotionally abusive ex-husband Greer. A Wiccan Faery Witch, Savannah is surprised when her Egyptian Cat Goddess Bast brings an adorable kitten Re to her front door. Goddess Bast also indicates a new love will enter Savannah’s life. But Savannah first goes through healing with the help of fellowship from her Wiccan friends, especially long-time friend Ravena and her new neighbor Noelle. During the first part of the book, you’re immersed into Savannah’s life and with the rich details, you truly feel as if you’re going on this journey with her: dinners and afternoon iced teas with her girlfriends, dealing with the damage of her marriage to Greer, trying to keep her magickal handbag business successful, dealing with the riotous antics of her new kitten Re! (I’ve got a dog, but I’m seriously considering a cat now!). When Noelle and her sexy Wiccan boyfriend Wynn introduce Savannah to green witch Donnie – sparks immediately begin to fly. I loved that Savannah was very sensual and had no shame in giving in to her desires and heart. With gorgeous Donnie’s long blond hair, lean killer body, and gentle spirit, can you blame her? But when Savannah’s ex arrives in Columbia, she suddenly has two men in her life! In addition to the love blossoming, this book has a chill factor that gave me goosebumps in a “Sleeping with the Enemy” sort of way. As Laura Stamps will tell you, she’s been there – and it’s clear she’s writing from experience. The way the little subtleties begin to slowly escalates…..just read it! Don’t worry, there’s definitely a satisfying HEA and Savannah comes out on top. I can’t wait to read Book 3 in this series, CALL OF THE WITCHES. Enjoy!” (Mahlet, Ohio)

“I love this book. I love the positive energy and the way women are empowering themselves in Laura’s books. I love the story too. It’s a story about friendship and love and overcoming negativity. I love the friendships that are established and cemented and the way the women bond together. I also love watching the characters unfold and mature! And I love the yummy guys!! The romance was pretty hot too I also love the way Laura writes, her language is so lyrical and poetic. I am really looking forward to the next book.” (Melissa, South Carolina)

“You are so fun! I love the way you write, because the words draw the reader in with a lot of feeling and detail, but also because you’ve got balls and will say anything! HeHe! ” (Sommer, South Carolina)

“I finished your book today (WHAT WITCHES WANT), and I really liked it! I think I learned a lot–Wiccans, Pagans, Witches, Empaths, and my favorite– psychic vampires! Who knew? And you’re right–I think I have known a few psi-vamps in my time! I like how Wynn first appeared–very cool! I thought Donnie was a dream (what a nice guy!) and of course I was waiting for the ‘famous’ bathtub SEX scene! lol! (You did not disappoint!) Hot, hot, hot! I was glad when Savannah finally stood up to Greer, too! (You go girl!) I also like how you described Savannah’s feelings for Donnie as how her soul would like to rub up against him and start purring–well put! You definitely showed how they were destined to be soul mates. Also–I was getting mighty hungry while I was reading this! You made those vegetarian meals seem verrry tasty! I was craving some rice and vegetables myself!:) Nice job, Laura–now you whetted my appetite for your other books!:D ” (Cheryl, Pennsylvaina)

WHAT WITCHES WANT is an entertaining story that wraps you in the comforting and spell-binding arms of the Wiccan faith. Savannah Monroe is a thirty-five year old Wiccan Faery Witch who owns a successful business called ‘Savannah’s Magickal Handbags’. Her now ex-husband Reece is a negative man who had taken the joy out of everyday life for the loving and friendly Savannah. Moving to South Carolina was just what she needed for a new start and inspiration. I thought Wynn was a really neat character; He sounded sexy as hell Donnie sounded so cute and so sweet. I thought he was charming, but I like Wynn better because he is dark, mysterious and more forceful If you are interested in the Wiccan Faith, witches, fairies, spells and chants with a romantic love story, I recommend this book to you!” (Bobbie Crawford-McCoy, Book Reviewer for Book Reviews by Bobbie)

My primary series is The Witchery Series, which is a trilogy. All of my other novels, novellas, and series are spin-offs from this main series. That means my wonderful Witches and their Pagan friends continue in these new novels and novellas. Plus, they all follow the same timeline, so you’ll never be lost, no matter what novel or novella you’re reading. Totally cool, huh?

I’ve also created a category for my nonfiction Memoir Series. Naughty, naughty, I know. But you would expect no less of me, right? *lusty grin*

THE WITCHERY SERIES Trilogy
(published by Trytium Publishing)
A sexy paranormal romance novel series in paperback. In this series you’ll meet five wonderful Witches: Savannah, Maylene, Mirabella, Noelle, and Ravena. There’s something for everyone in this trilogy. The novels range from empowering to romantic to erotic. You’ll also find real spells, chants, and rituals in each one. Big fun!

1.) The Witches of Dixie (an empowering novel)
http://www.thewitchesofdixie.blogspot.com/

2.) What Witches Want (a sweet, sexy romance novel)
http://www.whatwitcheswant.blogspot.com/

3.) Call of the Witches (an erotic romance novel)
http://www.callofthewitches.blogspot.com/

THE MANIGAULT VAMPIRES
(published by Magicomm)
A romantic erotica series in paperback. In this spin-off series, you’ll meet Drayton Manigault, the owner of Manigault Technologies and one of the richest businessmen in Columbia, South Carolina. Dray also happens to be one of the oldest vampires in the city. All of the Witches in the Witchery Series novels return in this series for lots of erotic, vampy fun with Dray, Val (Dray’s older brother), and Atwell Grey (their cousin). Did I mention how gorgeous these vamps are? Oh, yeah, they’re smokin’ HOT in and out of the bedroom. Trust me! *lusty grin*

1.) A Vampire’s Kiss
http://www.avampskiss.blogspot.com/

2.) A Vampire’s Embrace

THE RUNE WITCH SERIES
(published by Magicomm)
A romantic erotica novella series in ebook. Wynn and Noelle (from the Witchery Series) are such a fun, sexy couple I thought they deserved their own spin-off series. But let me warn you. Keep a cold drink handy for this one. It’s sooooooooooooo HOT!

1.) Rune Sex Magick

2.) Bewitched at the Beach

3.) The Harvest Moon

STAND-ALONE NOVELS & NOVELLAS
(published by Magicomm)
Romantic erotica novellas in paperback.

1.) Sex Magick (Wynn & Noelle)

2.) Sexually Satisfied (Savannah & Donnie)

MEMOIR SERIES
(published by Magicomm)
Sexy, kinky, hysterically funny. These books are composed of posts from my Naughty Author Blog at LiveJournal. Plus, I’ve added additional naughty notes. What can I say? They’re totally wicked! *lusty grin*

1.) Being Naughty & Loving Every Minute of It

2.) Still Naughty & Loving Every Minute of It

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* Make check or money order for $12.95 per copy, payable to: Laura Stamps (U.S. Funds only).
* Free shipping in the U.S. (if you live outside the US email laurastamps@mindspring.com for shipping charges)
* Mail to Laura Stamps, P.O. Box 212534, Columbia, SC 29221-2534
* If you are ordering copies to give as gifts be sure to include the names of those people so I can personalize them for you!

“Lyrical prose, Southern warmth and wisdom, and incredible insight. The perfect read to get you through a cold night!” (Madelyn Alt, National Bstselling Author of Hex Marks the Spot)

“THE WITCHES OF DIXIE draws you in from the very first page with it’s “feel-good” imagery and strong character development. Powerfully descriptive, this fictional novel tells the story of four women, each of them Wiccan, and each of them with a particular problem in their life, a personal hurdle to overcome. Problems that women of any belief system can identify with. These four women are very likeable characters that are easy to relate to. Stamps’ writing talent presents them in a very real, empathetic, and sometimes amusing way. The growth and faith of these four women is exhibited through their belief in magick and spells, through the spiritual practices of modern day White Witches. And the book is written in way that the reader doesn’t become lost in Wiccan terminology….something I thought I might have to look out for, but was pleasantly surprised. It’s actually a fantastic book if you’re new to the Wiccan/Pagan path or just wanting to learn more about it. I read this book in one sitting, and have already began re-reading it. It’s definitely one of those “can’t put it down” books, that leaves you with an overall sense of satisfaction and faith that things can and do work out!” (Gabrielle Albano, Bohemian Book Marketing)

“This is a very pleasant book that I am happy to review at UFR. Laura Stamps’ writing style is very poetic in the way she describes the delicate and reverent view of nature that the women in the stories have about the world around them and how it inspires them in their Wiccan faith. The rituals and spellcasting that are incorporated into the Wiccan faith also makes for a very interesting read. This is a great book for anyone interested in how Wiccan’s use their faith in their daily lives or for people looking for inspirational stories of women tackling the problems life throws at them with strong faith and determination.” (Lisa Stinnett, Book Reviewer for Urban Fantasy Reader)

“Stamps’ writing style is lovely. She has a wonderful voice, and a definite talent for description. Her dialogue is believable, and her stories are rich and have good progression from beginning, to middle, to satisfying (in that there’s definite solid closure) end. There are spells and bits of lore wrapped in the tales, as well as other interesting bits of health-related information. It’s a good teaching tool, an enjoyable read, and well-written overall, and I’d love to see later books in the series.” (by Lupa, Book Reviewer for Pagan Books)

“THE WITCHES OF DIXIE comes with an invisible vial of faery dust that sprinkles upon you when opening the first page of Laura Stamps’ newest novel. Enchanting, magical yet down to earth, the author weaves a story full of witchery, spiritual wisdom, and simple truths. For lovers of cats and followers of the Old Ways in the modern world, this book is for you. A blessed read!” (by Cherie Lassiter, Pagan Reviewer)

“Stamps offers a glimpse into the lives of four women, all practitioners of Wicca, who are facing the same daily pressures and problems with which all of us contend. What is different about these women is the way that they deal with what life throws at them. Each woman begins to solve the problems facing her by using the real spells, chants and rituals included throughout the book. As each ultimately conquers the worst that she is faced with, the reader is left with a clear understanding of the principles of Wicca and those who practice it in the twenty-first century. It is a fascinating look into a lifestyle of which most of us know very little, and understand even less.” (Sam Sattler, Book Reviewer for Book Chase)

I receive lots of emails, cards, letters, and messages every week from the readers of my novels, so I thought it might be fun to list some of those comments here. My readers are the ones I write for, and every one of you is very dear to me. So I thought it would be fun to use this space for you (grin)!


“I have recently discovered your website and I love it! Also I have just bought and read THE WITCHES OF DIXIE. I treasure it…it is so inspiring and poetic. I’ve read it again and again and see new things each time I read it. Look forward to the next novel in the series. Blessed be!” (Yvonne, England)

“Hope you have a great holiday. I love your novels!” (Kathy, Nebraska)

“Laura, I just read the first chapter in WHAT WITCHES WANT, and loved it. Your characterization has already made Savannah seem like a real person. Good job!” (Pam, Texas)

“THE WITCHES OF DIXIE is divided into four parts. Every part tells an episode out of the life of four women who are witches and are living in South Carolina. I was enchanted by this magical book and can only recommend it. This book reminds me that there’s magic everywhere around, and I just have to open my eyes and see.” (Klaudia, Austria)

“I greatly enjoyed THE WITCHES OF DIXIE, and I found it inspiring. While I am not a Wiccan and I haven’t ever really looked into it, I did find the message expressed in the book to transcend any boundaries of religion. This book is beautifully written and the words seem to leap off of the page. If you find yourself at all interested in the material or if you just need some inspiration, definitely pick this story up.” (Tiffany, Maryland)

“I really enjoyed this book, I have been looking into Wicca for awhile now, and this book was like a peek into living with Wicca on a daily basis. I found myself caring about the women and the outcomes. And best of all, any book that can weave caring for cats into the storyline is wonderful! Over-all I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book!” (Dawn Alabama)

“Hiya, Laura! I just finished THE WITCHES OF DIXIE. Great writing! I love your use of description and the wonderful spells you wrote, and the way you made Ravena an “everyday” witch. Hope you don’t mind if I borrow one or two *grins* especially the traveling spell. The novel mentioned a healing gruel for cats, and I’m interested in it. I’ve been doing a lot of reading on natural healing for animals, as that’s something I would like to pursue. Thanks!” (Naomi, California)

1.) My Life
2.) Joy, Joy, Joy
3.) Love
4.) Joy
5.) Living in the Moment
6.) Life
7.) Nature’s Delight

TO ORDER POETRY ART PRINTS:

These poetry art prints are sold through numerous print distributors and websites on the internet. Some offer framing, and some don’t. Here are a few:

http://www.prints.com/art.php/Laura_Stamps/?artist_id=5004

http://www.allposters.com/-st/Laura-Stamps+Posters_c34614_.htm

http://www.buyartprints.net/searchresults.asp?look_for=Laura+Stamps

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A Wiccan Faery Witch, Empath, and Psychic, Laura enjoys writing novels about contemporary Pagans living in the Deep South. Because she portrays Pagans realistically, her novels are full of real spells, chants, and rituals. You’ll also find lots of romance and HOT sex in her books. Why? Because she likes it (lusty grin)!!

Currently, Laura lives in Columbia, South Carolina, with her husband and ten cats in an antebellum-style house. Beyond her backyard lies a state forest, which just happens to be full of faeries.

The Faery Cat Newsletter is my monthly e-newsletter, which is becoming more wicked with each issue (Oh, well…*LOL*). It contains news about my books and booksignings, a list of the erotica and romance novels I have read that month and recommend, as well as a blog post from my naughty Author blog at LiveJournal. It’s free, so all you need to do is send an email to laurastamps@mindspring.com and I’ll send you the current issue ASAP!

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