I'm so excited to be guest blogging on Halloween, my favorite day ofthe year! I'm interested in the paranormal and have been on several ghost hunts, but so far I've never seen, felt, or heard anything to convince me that the unexplained is anything more than the unexplained. The nearest I've ever come to something weird, odd, freaky, scary was the night I met my brother's doppelganger.When I was fourteen and my younger brother was eight, we lived in an isolated desert town in southern New Mexico. My brother stood out in the largely Hispanic community because he had straight white hair and pale skin.
Enter Halloween.My brother was going as a vampire. He and my mother were in thebathroom where she was putting on his makeup. I stood watching in the doorway. We were chatting and laughing. Someone knocks at the front door. I leave the bathroom, go approximately ten steps, turn on the porchlight and open the door, expecting an early trick-or-treater. There is my brother, standing at the bottom of the steps dressed in his black cape. No bag in his hands. Nothing on his head. His white hair. No cars around. No people. No trick-or-treaters.
He looks terrified.
My mind is struggling with the impossible logistics of the situation. I'd been looking at him in the bathroom when I heard the knock. I ask how he got outside. Terror in his eyes. I ask, What's wrong? He runs beyond the circle of the porch light, into the dark where he seems to vanish. I rush those few steps to the bathroom to tell my mom. To find out how they pulled off such a trick. There they both are, just as I left them.
This is a very small, one story house - less than 1,000 square feet. The bathroom is just a few paces from the front door. It has a window above the tub, but it's one of those high, crank-out things, almost to the ceiling, and very small. If my mother had been able to stuff my brother through the window, he would have dropped six feet on the other side, then he would have had to run around the house to get to the front door. Then he would have had to run back, somehow scale the wall, squeeze through the tiny window, and return to makeup position in the middle of the bathroom. A trick that a rehearsed team could have possibly accomplished in five or ten minutes, but certainly not the seconds I'm talking about.
Over the years I've replayed the event in my mind hundreds of times, but have never been able to come up with a logical explanation. I've asked my brother if it was a trick, but he always gives me the same puzzled and confused look he and my mother gave me that night. I'm the only one who saw my brother's doppelganger.



I’m thrilled and excited to guest blog here today. I’m Bianca D’Arc, and I aspire to be just as prolific and successful as Lucy when I grow up! ;-) I write mostly paranormal, futuristic, sci fi and fantasy romance – extra spicy, at times. I guess I’m best known for my Dragon Knights – a series where the dragons are the good guys who fight alongside their chosen knights against evil. Set in a fantasy-medieval world, a precious few of the dragons are shapeshifters – half-dragon and half-human. These are the special men of the royal line and so far they’re featured in two of my books: The Ice Dragon (which won an EPPIE Award), and my most recent release, Prince of Spies.
I also write paranormal and urban fantasy featuring werewolves, vampires, fey warriors, magic users, and spec ops guys who kick butt! The first of these books is already in print, titled Lords of the Were, and a related book will be out in ebook this December and in print next year, titled Sweeter Than Wine.
My next big print release is in March, and will mark the beginning of a new futuristic series called Resonance Mates. It’s set in a post-apocalyptic world that isn’t dark, but rather, a place where only those gifted with psychic abilities have survived an alien takeover of the Earth. It’s one of those books that defies labels because it has elements of sci fi, paranormal, and a good old-fashioned Western, complete with a ranch and cowboys. This book is on the hotter end of my writing spectrum, so be warned. It’s definitely in the “erotic romance” sub-genre.
There’s been a lot of discussion lately about what’s “erotica” and what’s “erotic romance.” To me, there is a vast difference. Erotic romance focuses on the relationship and is a love story at heart. There’s got to be deep, emotional commitment between the characters that allow the extra-hot love scenes to make sense in the context of the story. I try to let my characters drive the story and write what makes sense for them. It’s not about getting as many sex scenes as you can in there.













First of all, thanks to Lucy for the invitation. I love the chance to chat with other readers and writers. 












