A little magickal mischief never hurt anyone...
Erik MacGregor, from a clan of ancient Scottish warlocks, isn’t looking for love. After centuries, it’s not even a consideration…until he moves in next door to Lydia Barratt. It’s clear that the shy beauty wants nothing to do with him, but he’s drawn to her nonetheless and determined to win her over.
Lydia Barratt just wants to be left alone to grow flowers and make lotions in her old Victorian home. The last thing she needs is a demanding Scottish man meddling in her private life. Just because he’s gorgeous and totally rocks a kilt doesn’t mean she’s going to fall for his seductive manner.
But Erik won’t give up and just as Lydia let’s her guard down, his sister decides to get involved. Her little love potion prank goes terribly wrong, making Lydia the target of his sudden embarrassingly obsessive behavior. They’ll have to find a way to pull Erik out of the spell fast when it becomes clear that Lydia has more than a lovesick warlock to worry about. Evil lurks within the shadows and it plans to use Lydia, alive or dead, to take out Erik and his clan for good.
“Ly-di-ah! I sit beneath your window, laaaass, singing ’cause I loooove your a—”
“For the love of St. Francis of Assisi, someone call a vet. There is an injured animal screaming in pain outside,” Charlotte interrupted the flow of music in ill-humor.
Lydia lifted her forehead from the kitchen table. Her windows and doors were all locked, and yet Erik’s endlessly verbose singing penetrated the barrier of glass and wood with ease.
Charlotte held her head and blinked heavily. Her red-rimmed eyes were filled with the all too poignant look of a hangover. She took a seat at the table and laid her head down. Her moan sounded something like, “I’m never moving again.”
“You need fluids,” Lydia prescribed, getting up to pour unsweetened herbal tea from the pitcher in the fridge. She’d mixed it especially for her friend. It was Gramma Annabelle’s hangover recipe of willow bark, peppermint, carrot, and ginger. The old lady always had a fresh supply of it in the house while she was alive. Apparently, being a natural witch also meant in partaking in natural liquors. Annabelle had kept a steady supply of moonshine stashed in the basement. If the concert didn’t stop soon she might try to find an old bottle.
“Omigod. Kill me,” Charlotte moaned. “No. Kill him. Then kill me.”
Erik had been singing for over an hour. At first, he’d tried to come inside. She’d not invited him and the barrier spell sent him sprawling back into the yard. He didn’t seem to mind as he found a seat on some landscaping timbers and began his serenade. The last time she’d asked him to be quiet, he’d gotten louder and overly enthusiastic. In fact, she’d been too scared to pull back the curtains for a clearer look, but she was pretty sure he’d been dancing on her lawn, shaking his kilt.
“Omigod,” Charlotte muttered, pushing up and angrily going to a window. Then grimacing, she said, “Is he wearing a tux jacket with his kilt?”
“Don’t let him see you,” Lydia cried out in a panic. It was too late. The song began with renewed force.
“He’s…” Charlotte frowned. “I think it’s dancing.”
Since the damage was done, Lydia joined Charlotte at the window. Erik grinned. He lifted his arms to the side and kicked his legs, bouncing around the yard like a kid on too much sugar. “Maybe it’s a traditional Scottish dance?”
Both women tilted their heads in unison as his kilt kicked up to show his perfectly formed ass.
“He’s not wearing…” Charlotte began.
“I know. He doesn’t,” Lydia answered. Damn, the man had a fine body. Too bad Malina’s trick had turned him insane.
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Hi, Michelle. Thank you for joining me today.
I'm excited to be here!
First of all, I have to tell you that I LOVE the book cover for Love Potions. Did you have any say into what it would look like?
Cover design for this one was by Liz Pelletier. In regards to book covers, I sometimes get input and sometimes not. For this one I gave some minor ideas and stood back to watch the magic come to life. I think the artist did a fantastic job.
The cover definitely got my attention. So, thank you very much Liz Pelletier!!! Does the book take place in present day?
Yes. The book is set in modern day Green Vallis, Wisconsin.
Tell me something about the book that isn't in the blurb.
One of the uncles has an out of breath English bulldog dressed in tartan plaid named Traitor (cause he's English).
Okay. That’s funny. Tell me about Erik and what are some things you LOVE about him?
His heart. His love for his family is beyond anything. He can be a bit overprotective of the MacGregor women, and I do feel very sorry for his sister who has the magical equivalent of a clan of men holding shotguns behind her whenever she tries to go on a date. But Erik's heart is in the right place.
I’m loving him already. Tell me about Lydia and what are some things you LOVE about her?
Erik has been around awhile and had probably had women telling him how awesome he is for the last century. So the confidence level on that one is pretty well ingrained. He's also not above taking magical shortcuts when it comes to seduction (nothing sleazy). I love that Lydia puts Erik in his place and makes him grovel a bit. She definitely makes him work for it.
This book sounds so good! I have to tell you, I got REALLY excited when I read the book blurb. My first thought was, "I SO want to read this book!!!" Then my second thought was how many big beefy drop dead gorgeous men are there going to be in the book. So how many men are we talking about?
The MacGregors are a huge family. They're a clan of Scottish warlocks, practically immortal. Erik has four brothers and a sorely outnumbered sister. Plus one of his many sexy male cousins makes an appearance. And if you like a little crazy with your men, there's a single uncle still hung up on a girl who tried to steal his magic and left him a crazy bachelor. Yeah, small town Wisconsin is about to be invaded by Scots.
And are there any plans for the next book in the series?
There are no set dates, as of yet, but yes, I would love to write many more of them. I love this family and I hope readers fall for them, too.
Thank you for taking the time to answer some questions me.
Thank you so much for having me.
Michelle M. Pillow, Author of All Things Romance, is a multi-published, award winning author writing in many romance fiction genres. Ever since she can remember, she has had a strange fascination with anything supernatural—ghosts, magical powers, and oh! vampires. After discovering historical romance novels, it was only natural that the supernatural and love/romance elements should someday meet in her wonderland of a brain. She’s glad they did for their children have been pouring onto the computer screen ever since.
Michelle loves to travel and try new things, whether it's a paranormal investigation of an old Vaudeville Theatre or climbing Mayan temples in Belize. She's addicted to movies and used to drive her mother crazy while quoting random scenes with her brother. Though it has yet to happen, her dream is to be in a horror movie as 1. A zombie or 2. The expendable screaming chick who gets it in the beginning credits. But for the most part she can be found writing in her office with a cup of coffee in pajama pants.
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