Author: Celia Roman

Celia Roman lives in the mountains of Western North Carolina in an historic farmhouse built by her great-grandfather. Visit her online at www.celiaroman.com.

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The Deep Wood - Sunshine Walkingstick Book 2

The Deep Wood
  • Number: B01MZCN6ZB
  • Release: 2017-02-17
  • Author: Celia Roman
  • Genre: Paranormal
  • Tags: Urban Fantasy / Paranormal
  • Publisher: Bone Diggers Press
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When my boy Henry was killed, I tracked a pooka through the deep wood for three days with no food in my gut and only my daddy's hunting knife for comfort. Was what got me into the monster killing business, that pooka, and I ain't regretted a single day of it since.

The day I stumbled on a four-legged critter with human eyes, the rightness of my revenge begun to unravel, leading me to a clan of two-natured shifters what'd been living under my nose the whole time. And when the two-natured started showing up in odd places, stalking humans in a very unnatural way, weren't nothing I could do but dig to the bottom of it.

And what I found turned my world and ever thing I knowed upside down.

Author's Note: The Deep Wood was written in the native dialect of the narrator, found in the rural areas of the Southern Appalachians. The grammar, spelling, and syntax are not standardized American English.


Greenwood Cove - Sunshine Walkingstick Book 1

Greenwood Cove
  • Number: B01N4NZS9A
  • Release: 2017-02-03
  • Author: Celia Roman
  • Genre: Paranormal
  • Tags: Urban Fantasy / Paranormal, #FirstInaSeries
  • Publisher: Bone Diggers Press
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I had three loves in my life: my daddy, him what my mama killed in cold blood; my son Henry, God rest him; and tall as an oak Riley Treadwell.

I lost all of 'em, one way or t'other, 'til Riley showed up on my stoop with a monster problem and tried to wiggle his way back into my life.

Only, weren't no monster bothering him; was the one bothering his ex-girlfriend what'd stirred up a hornet's nest out on Lake Burton amongst the muckity mucks. Weren't no never mind to me, see? I was fine letting well enough alone, 'cept curiosity got the best of me, and Riley, well. He weren't above using that silver tongue of his to persuade me 'round to his way of thinking. If I'da listened to my gut, maybe I woulda avoided stepping knee deep into somebody else's trouble.

Then again, I ain't never been one to heed a warning when monsters come a-calling.

Author's Note: Greenwood Cove was written in the native dialect of the narrator, found in the rural areas of the Southern Appalachians. The grammar, spelling, and syntax are not standardized American English.


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  • The Deep Wood The Deep Wood
  • Greenwood Cove Greenwood Cove