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Monday, October 17, 2016

Witches, Demons, Vampires--and handbags! with Cara Marsi #MFRWorg #Rssos #Brichandbags #fashion

Handbag and Book with
Cara Marsi 
Hello, everyone. Thank you, Vicki, for having me today.
 

I’m here to talk about one of my favorite bags and one of my favorite books.



This bag is wonderful for travel. It’s from an Italian company called Bric. I have another Bric bag, a messenger bag that exactly matches this set, which I got about six years ago from the online discount retailer, Gilt Groupe. I love that bag. When Gilt had more Bric bags for sale earlier this year, they notified me. I bought this tote and matching cross-body bag. What’s great about this set for traveling is that the cross-body bag snaps into the tote. On a recent trip to France, I used the tote with the smaller bag inside as my purse on the plane. The tote holds a lot. When we were sightseeing on our trip, I used the cross-body bag.
 

The material is nylon with leather trim. You just wipe it clean. If Gilt Groupe notifies me they have more Bric bags for sale, I won’t be able to resist.
 

Since this is October, the month of witches, demons, vampires, and other things that go bump in the night, I’d like to present my dark shifter story, Cursed Mates, on sale for 99 cents everywhere until November 1. That’s a savings of $2.00.

"What if you were honor bound to kill the man you love?"
Nick Radford is a reluctant werewolf who’s been fighting the Beast within for nearly 500 years. He’s never killed a human, but the Beast is gaining strength and Nick may not be able to ward off his inner demon much longer.
Kyla Yaeger is an elite were-hunter with a scarred past. Her life’s mission is to slay the werewolves that slaughtered her parents. Her quest has brought her to Maine, where she’s been summoned to destroy the werewolf terrorizing the quaint little village of Heavensent. The last thing she needs is to get distracted by her mysterious—not to mention hunky—new neighbor, Nick Radford.
By the time Kyla learns Nick is her target, she’s already fallen for him, making her task of killing him that much harder. She is torn between her love for him and her duty to kill her sworn enemy. Nick fights his forbidden love for Kyla, knowing she is duty-bound to kill him. Kyla and Nick must join forces to fight an even bigger threat—one that will destroy all humanity. Only by their combined powers, can they destroy the evil and bring an end to a centuries old curse.

 
There was nothing angelic about Heavensent, Maine. Kyla Yaeger felt evil all around her, watching, waiting. A hell of a lot more was going on here than one werewolf. Her stiletto heels clicked on the sidewalk as she hurried up the street, but she couldn’t outpace the feeling of malice. She had to block it out. Nothing could distract her from her mission. As an elite were-hunter, she had a contract to fulfill—slaughter the werewolf haunting this strange little town. 
 
Anticipation of the next hunt pulsed through her. She hungered for it as an addict craved the
next hit. Maybe someday she’d find the peace she longed for, but that couldn’t happen until she avenged her parents’ murders.
 
The fresh smell of pine from the surrounding woods wafted by on the slight breeze. The aroma brought the memory of that hunt in the Adirondacks. Determination flowed over her like ice through her veins. If she met the black wolf again, this time she wouldn’t miss.
 
Quickening her steps, Kyla reached the homey-looking restaurant, a welcome touch of normalcy in this place tainted by wickedness. She hoped she could get a table for her and Todd while he parked the car. As she grabbed for the door handle, someone on the other side pulled the door open. Losing her balance, she wobbled in the entrance as a hand cupped her elbow, steadying her. An electric charge shot up her arm. 
 
“Sorry.” The deep voice was definitely male, with a trace of a British accent, and so close to her ear she could feel his warm breath. She inhaled his scent of spice, familiar yet exotic.
 
The timbre of his tone ignited a spark of recognition in her. She was eye level with a very masculine chest covered by a black T-shirt that stretched over hard muscles and defined biceps. Slowly raising her gaze she met deep topaz eyes—eyes shadowed with sadness that spoke of pain and unbearable loss. Thick black hair framed the rugged beauty of his face. The large jagged scar on his neck saved him from being too perfect. She didn’t know him, yet she felt as if she did.


How odd.


He stood holding the door, not moving. The awareness in his eyes gradually changed to shock, then fear. Rooted to the spot, Kyla couldn’t look away.


A roaring noise filled her head and pain stabbed her temples, signaling a vision. The man, the restaurant, the street wavered. Disjointed scenes flickered before her. 


A tall man, his face hidden in shadows, his long black hair blowing in a rush of wind, stood before an empty grave. She felt his crushing grief as if it were her own.
 
She blinked and the vision left her. And so had the mysterious stranger. The restaurant door closed slowly, leaving her alone on the sidewalk. She looked both ways down the street, but the man seemed to have disappeared. 
 
“Hey, I thought you were going to get us a table. I found a parking spot a few blocks away.” Todd, her best friend and business partner, sauntered toward her. He frowned. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost, or maybe a werewolf.”


“I don’t know what I saw.” A shiver ran through her. 
 
Find Cursed Mates at: Amazon

For information about all my books, and excerpts, please visit me at: Cara Marsi


Thanks, Cara, for sharing about Bric. I'm on my way to check out the handbags. How about you, readers? Do you have a go-to brand?

7 comments:

Cara Marsi said...

Thank you for having me, my handbag, and my books today, Vicki.

vicki batman said...

Hi, Cara! I had to check out your vendor as I never have heard of them before. Nifty!

Karilyn Bentley said...

Congrats on your release Cara! It looks like a great read so I got it. :) Your handbag is really neat, I like the two bags in one. Best wishes for many sales!

Melissa Keir said...

The book sounds amazing. I also love bags that I can use for traveling. I have a computer bag that has been my purse when flying.

I wish you all the best!

vicki batman said...

Hi, Karilyn! Oh I should have known you would like Cara's work for the paranormal element. Hugs

Hi, Melissa! I tend to carry a large LL Bean tote which is almost indestructible on the plane with my goodies inside, but I don't have to put overhead as I stuff my handbag in it and stick under the seat. The only issue is the twill makes the bag heavy.

Angela Adams said...

Those bags look like great companions for an overnight trip.

vicki batman said...

Hi, Angela! I always admire those who have coordinated luggage. I don't really. A lot of Eddie Bauer things. Hugs!

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