March 22, 2012

Paranormal Elements, A Subtle Shade Of Supernatural by Mary Wilson

Wolf's Storm
from Pink Petal Books.
Paranormal Elements, A Subtle Shade Of Supernatural
by Mary Wilson, publisher Pink Petal Books

Paranormal Elements might not be an established sub-category of contemporary romance, but it has a long history under different names. When there’s the hint that something is watching in the darkness, though the revelation shows it to be nothing, or maybe a creature wild and untamed, yet completely, totally normal, that’s paranormal elements. When a house seems to take on a life of its own, yet nothing untoward happens, there you will find paranormal elements. In the gothic romances of yester-year and in the romantic suspense where things don’t seem to be quite what they really are, paranormal elements are at play.

As an editor and publisher, when I think of paranormal elements, there are always questions left unanswered. Was he a shifter, really, or is that just my overactive fantasy-reading imagination shining through? Could a ghost have inhabited the house, even though they saw nothing, or did the characters simply have an overactive mind? Paranormal elements make you think about a story, but in a gripping, page-turning, “I’m not too sure about this” sort of way.

The great thing about paranormal elements is that while we most commonly see them in contemporary books, such as our release this month, Wolf’s Storm by Vonna Harper, they can appear anywhere, even in science fiction or fantasy. A historical book, for example, where there might be a curse upon a mirror that’s a family legend, though the reader, and the characters aren’t quite sure the curse exists, would possibly contain paranormal elements. As long as the characters think something supernatural is happening, and it appears to be, it falls under this category.

As a reader, one of the best things I find about the hint of paranormal is that it keeps me guessing. I don’t know, and by the end of the book, I’ll spend time thinking about what might be happening, how or why. Since I enjoy fantasy, science fiction, and paranormal books, these supernatural happenings make me feel right at home as a reader. The disbelief is already suspended, and I’m along for a good read.

When it comes to editing and publishing these books, they defy categorization. But, one of the best things about ebooks is that they don’t have to be placed on one shelf, as it were. They can be shelved anywhere they fit, which makes these books fun to explore and fun to find.

Though as paranormal romance readers, we are firmly steeped in the strong traditions of vampires, magic, werewolves, and fantasy creatures, I hope that those same readers will find the paranormal elements just as exciting and just as page-turning. Think of them as just another kind of spice. Sometimes you want just a dash of nutmeg, and sometimes you want just a hint of paranormal in your otherwise contemporary, though no less erotic, romance.


Forced together by a mountain snowstorm and their smashed cars, two loners realize they have no choice but to spend the night together. As soon as the cabin door closes behind them, need takes over. They must have sex, only sex, not a relationship. But the dark wolves watching outside have their own agenda.  

Jake and Sarah want one thing, a night of sex. The wolves surrounding the remote cabin have another agenda.

Genre(s) contemporary with paranormal elements
Books coming soon – Wolf’s Wind, coming in April

Weak light spilled out from the lamp. Otherwise, the room was in shadows. Just the same, Jake had no trouble making out Sarah’s form. His overactive imagination stripped away her bulky clothing. Under the layers awaited a slim woman with smallish breasts and hips designed to drive a man crazy. Her thighs were muscular and slightly padded. She was small waisted, her shoulders wider than he’d expected them to be, and her neck so long and narrow, he could easily cup his hands around it.
Once he captured her throat, he’d propel her backward. She’d tumble onto the bed, her arms snaking around him as she fell so that they landed together. He’d remain on top, his knee forcing her legs apart, his weight pinning her. At first, she’d be limp and waiting under him, but as his greater weight and commanding knee made their impact, she’d start struggling.
Get off me, she’d say. What kind of oaf do you think you are?
The kind who gets what he wants.
The threat/promise would make her fight even more. She’d pound her fists against his back, scratch his arms, even try to choke him. Instead of compelling him to let her go, though, her struggles would reach him in deeper places. Primal places. Releasing her throat, he’d capture her wrists and force her arms over her head. Certain she couldn’t break free, he’d pin both wrists with a single hand and start in on her clothes. A harsh yank, and he’d render the zipper on her coat useless. Another jerk, and he’d shed her sweater. Ignoring her curses, but not the wildly thrashing body under him, he’d expose her bra.
When he lowered his head and lapped at the swollen flesh above her bra, all resistance would flow out of her. Moaning like something wild, she’d stare up at him, mouth open and legs gaping.
He had her. She was his to mount.
Rocked by the quiet word, he shook his head. Bit by bit, the disturbing image he’d created seeped away to be replaced by the reality of the woman who’d rendered his rig inoperable. The last time someone had stared at him that intently, it had been his brother, his leg anchored under the tree that had twisted unexpectedly as it fell, leaving Brett trapped beneath, in shock and incomprehensible.
Damn it, the last thing he needed right now was a reminder of that horrendous time.
“I’m sorry,” he managed. “Long day. I keep forgetting what I’m supposed to be doing.”
“I didn’t—do you think you’ve suffered a concussion?”
It took him a moment to realize she was talking about the crash. “Hardly. There wasn’t enough force. Like I said, it’s been a long day.”
“Me too. I’m feeling a little, I don’t know, punchy.”
Punchy was as good a word as any. It was certainly easier to face than admitting he wanted nothing more than to fuck her. He said something he hoped sounded intelligent, about her needing to get some sleep, but as the words spilled from him, a different image entirely entered his mind.
Perhaps she’d sleep in her panties, the rest of her naked between the sheets, the limp cotton linen sliding over her ripe body. Instead of diving straight into sleep, she’d cradle her breasts and play with her nipples until they knotted. She was playing with herself because she couldn’t stop thinking about him, wanting and needing him.
Damn it, what was wrong with him?
Although maybe, just maybe, everything was right.
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Pink Petal Books
Contest information – download of any paranormal ebook from PPB to one lucky commenter (winner will be chosen 03/23)


  1. Mary, thanks for being here today. I've been promoting this around the web -- and the hit counter is buzzing. ^_^

  2. I love anything with wolves (paranormal or not) so this one is going on my wishlist :D

  3. Ilona, thank you for coming by the blog. Pink Petal has some other books with wolves, too.

  4. I liked your post!


  5. Thank you everyone for your comments. Ilona, congrats! You're our winner!


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