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N. N. Light's Book Heaven presents Cherie Colyer + C.L. Colyer #authorspotlight #romance #pnr #middlegrade #yalit #mustread

Hi, lovely reader! I’m so glad to be here with you and have this opportunity to introduce myself!


I write fiction with a paranormal twist. I love weaving together stories for every stage of life. For the middle graders, I’ve spun spooky and delightful tales about mischievous ghosts and playful monsters who kidnap teachers and trap unsuspecting people like yourself in haunted houses, leaving behind clues only brave and clever kids can find. The young adults have discovered fresh takes and snarky dialogue as they’ve gone up against demons, witches, and even the Queen of the Damned, cleverly navigating the paranormal world around them as they find love, often with the people they’d least expect to fall for. And as for the adults, they’ve laughed, smiled, and even swooned over enchanting enemies-to-lovers and second-change romances spritzed with magic. 


What do my books have in common? I’m glad you asked. 😉 There is always a pinch (or more) of magic, a dash of mystery, and a whole lot of heart. Family and friendships are big elements in my novels, no matter what supernatural trouble my characters find themselves in.


On a personal note, I’m a wife and mother of four boys who are now amazing men, Grams to a very happy, very energetic toddler, a subject matter expert for my day job, an avid reader, and a lover of nature. When the weather is nice, you’ll find me outside. I don’t care if it’s doing yard work, strolling through nature, or wandering in and out of quaint shops as long as I can enjoy the day.


Now, for a few random tidbits about Moi. Tell me in the comments if we have anything in common!


Some of my favorite books as a child: Charlotte’s Web, Escape to Witch Mountain, and The Wizard of Oz. These books also inspired me as a writer. 🙂


Favorite mug: I’m not sure why, but it does matter what mug I use for my morning brew. The day just goes better when I enjoy my coffee in my Gryffindor mug.


Worst household chore? Windows! OMG, no matter what I do, they end up streaked. (Have any tips? I’d love to hear them!)


Good boys or bad boys? I go for the bad boy every time. But then again, I always go for a well-developed antihero, and bad boys often fit into this category. 😉


eBook, print, or audiobook? I love them all! There’s nothing like curling up with a great print book (especially if it has sprayed edges), eBooks for convenience (I always have a book with me, even if I only have my phone and wallet), and audiobooks because I can go on grand adventures when busy doing other less fun things like cleaning and cooking.


My favorite paranormal creatures to write about are witches. I believe in magic. I believe it lives within each and every one of us. I plant lavender in the spring for luck, start new projects during the waxing moon whenever possible, and weave spells to bring happiness and love to family, friends, and those I meet. 🥰 💫


Do we have anything in common? Do you have a favorite mug? How about good boys or bad boys? Any tips on cleaning windows?


Well, my time here has come to an end. If you’re ready to hunt ghosts, tangle with monsters, fight demons, unravel mysteries seeped in the paranormal, or fall in love, join me. We’ll wander the moonlit paths of imagination together, where the ordinary becomes extraordinary, and the shadows whisper secrets.


Thank you, N.N. Light Book Heaven, for having me here today. And thank you, lovely reader, for taking the time to get to know me!





Title Salted Caramel Bliss with a Wedding Kiss

Author Cherie Colyer

Genre Paranormal Romance, Witch Romance

Publisher The Wild Rose Press


Book Blurb


Roman Briggs built a life for himself in Siren’s Cove. He restored the Sugar Cones Ice Cream Parlor and turned it into a popular stop along the boardwalk. He has everything he needs until a certain blue-eyed woman wanders back into his life.


Seer and witch Peyton Woods isn’t sure why her latest visions feature a man and boy she’s never met. Determined to find out, she casts a spell that leads her to a small beach town in Maine and, to her utter surprise, the man who broke her heart eight years earlier.


Peyton's left with one question. Why didn't her magic show her him?




“You did what?” The question poured out of the phone along with Cassie’s laughter. Video chat was up, which meant I got to see her cracking up at the news. “When?”


“Last night, apparently.” I held my hand in front of the phone to show Cassie my new ring. “It won’t come off.”


Cassie lets out a guffaw. “Let me know where you’re registered so I can get you a gift.”


“This is not funny!” I snapped. “Seriously, I’m about to hyperventilate.”


“Sorry.” Cassie rearranged her face to be serious.


I needed to do something. I conjured my favorite twig broom and swept as any good witch would, widdershins.


“What are you doing?” she asked as I whisked the small broom in circles toward the door.


“Sweeping my negativity and frustration away.”


“Widdershins is counterclockwise.”


I paused, thought about my movements, and reversed directions.


“You best open the door too, or all your”—she waved her hand willy-nilly—“warring emotions are just going to circle back and have you acting even crazier than you are.”


I scrunched my face at her before opening the door and started back at the bed with the sweeping.


“Tell me what you remember,” she said.


I gave a detailed account of what I recalled of the evening. The food was great, and watching the fireworks from the boat had been magical. And if I were honest with myself, I hadn’t hated spending time with Roman. My sweeps became slower, the scrape of the bristles against the tiled floor less aggressive.


“Sounds like a wonderful evening.” Cassie’s grin grew. “To get married.”


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Author Biography


Professional network technician by day, novelist by night, Cherie lives a quiet life in the Chicago suburbs with her charming husband. She has four amazing sons who she loves dearly. Cherie magically weaves together stories with a paranormal twist. She’s the author of the Embrace series, Challenging Destiny, Damned When I Didn’t, Friends to the End, and Atticus Everheart, Fifth Grade Tutor and Monster Hunter. She waltzed into the adult novel world with Merry Little Wishing Spritz. She’s delighted to be back with Salted Caramel Bliss with a Wedding Kiss.


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Title Merry Little Wishing Spritz

Author Cherie Colyer

Genre Paranormal Romance, Witch Romance

Publisher The Wild Rose Press


Book Blurb


Modern-day witch Cassie Moore’s cozy life turns upside down when her friend foresees the wrecking ball that threatens to destroy Cassie’s home and workplace. But Cassie isn’t giving up without a fight. She casts a well-intended spell meant to save her apartment and her job. But magic is unpredictable, especially when her friend casts a little charm of her own that has Cassie lusting after the man she desperately wants to despise.

Jack Quinn has had his eyes on Lakeside Books for years, and he couldn’t be happier the owner is finally ready to sell. He has big plans for the cozy waterfront property, but he didn’t expect to care about the store or its employees. And he never imagined he’d be drawn to a certain brown-eyed saleswoman.


Almost as if by magic.




“He’s convincing,” one of the women who worked there whispered. “And sexy. Where’d you find him?”


It was the darn suit. The sleeves strained against muscle when he lifted gifts and the pants practically drew the eye to his thighs when he squatted to talk to the smaller children. It fit too perfectly. Maybe Peyton had spelled it to adjust to the wearer?


“He found us.”


“Well, you’re a lucky woman—”


“Oh, he and I aren’t together.”


“Really? The two of you keep sneaking glances at each other.”


If we did, it was only because we were working together. “I assure you, we’re not a couple.”


“Hum, well then.” She eyed Jack. “If I wasn’t married…” She cackled. Actually cackled! “Don’t just stand there, girl.” She nudged me. “Bring him a bottle of water.”


It was the least I could do. I grabbed a bottle and rejoined Jack.


“I thought Santa might be thirsty.”


“Ho ho ho! Thank you.” Jack grabbed my hand along with the water and twirled me around once. Heart racing and a bit off-balanced I bumped into him. His free hand settled on my waist. “You’re lucky you’re not dressed as Mrs. Clause,” he whispered.


His eyes twinkled. My breath caught. “Why’s that?”


He glanced up. I followed his gaze to the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling.


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Title Damned When I Didn’t

Author Cherie Colyer

Genre YA Paranormal Romance

Publisher The Wild Rose Press


Book Blurb


Death isn’t the end for eighteen-year-old Avery Williams, and her final resting place isn’t beyond the Golden Gates. No, the Queen of the Damned has plans for her and, unbeknownst to Avery, fought hard to gain possession of her soul. As Hell’s newest succubus, Avery is expected to siphon life from the living. It only takes a long, meaningful kiss, but for a virgin like Avery, kissing guys she barely knows isn’t something she’s comfortable doing. Avery focuses on the upside of her fate—she’ll be returning home, or so she thinks. When the Queen of the Damned cuts her off from her old life, Avery is determined to find a way back to her family and friends, even if it means facing Hell’s fury if she’s caught.




His laughter bellowed out of the small bathroom. “You’re going to have to loosen up if we’re going to be living together.”


“Do not!” I called back.


The shower started, but he’d left the door open. “Succubi are supposed to be promiscuous. Not shriek at the sight of a naked man.”


“Well, I’m not most succubi, and you’re not a man,” I retorted.


My jaw dropped when I opened the closet and found it stuffed with clothes. The things on the right were obviously Cole’s. A hint of his cologne wafted from them. The left side, however, was crammed with juniors’ jeans, skirts, tops, sweaters—everything I could possibly want and not department store knock-offs. Designer brands that I used to dream of owning.


I fanned through the various items, wishing I had time to try them all on. If my best friend knew the road to Hell was stocked with the best clothes, she’d purchase a first-class ticket.


“So I’m not a man?” Cole asked from behind me.


He leaned against the doorframe, wearing a towel that conveniently hung low enough to emphasize his six-pack abs and the muscles leading to…you know. He didn’t bother to dry off either. His chest glistened with water droplets.


“I have parts that beg to differ,” he added.


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Title Challenging Destiny

Author Cherie Colyer

Genre YA Paranormal Romance/Thriller

Publisher The Wild Rose Press


Book Blurb


Logan Ragsdale and his younger sister, Ariana, have been marked, chosen to be unwilling participants in a war between angels and demons.


Logan can sense something's not quite right. Like an unexpected chill on a summer's day, he can feel the unseen closing in. He's had these feelings before and, each time, someone close to him died. He's afraid this time it might just be Ariana.


Logan's fears are soon confirmed when he discovers their new friends aren't human, but rather representatives from Heaven and Hell sent to Earth to ensure he and Ariana accept their roles in an ancient prophecy. Demons want Logan to open the gates of Hell. Ariana has the power to stop them, but if she chooses to side with Heaven to spare the lives of thousands of innocent people, she'll damn her brother for eternity.


Together, they must derail the biblical event if they hope to save themselves and the future of mankind...but what price are they willing to pay to keep the other safe?




She put her hands on my waist and rose to her tiptoes. “It’s a sweet thought,” she said, her breath warm on my lips. “But my fate has already been sealed.”


Her perfume seemed to wrap around me, filling me with the urge to pull her closer even though my brain screamed for me to step back. I wondered if this was how the people I made suggestions to felt—compelled to please me—because right then I wanted to sweep Kira up in my arms and kiss her. Although something inside of me clung to the thought that I needed to stay focused on why I was there, every other fiber of my being coaxed me to just let down my guard and enjoy being in a secluded place with a pretty girl.


Kira brushed her lips against mine.


“I’m not what I seem,” she said in a husky whisper.


She kissed me before I could reply. Her lips were too hot against mine. My mind exploded with images of burning rivers and pillars made of bone. Lifeless trees reached out of the ground like the hands of the dead. Fire and brimstone rained down on the living. I could hear the screams of people I couldn’t see and smelled decaying flesh. Nausea overcame me, breaking the spell I was under. I shoved Kira away, doubled over at the waist, and threw up.


“Like I said, don’t trust me,” she warned.


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Title Atticus Everheart, Fifth Grade Tutor and Monster Hunter

Author C.L. Colyer

Genre Middle Grade Fantasy

Publisher The Wild Rose Press


Book Blurb


Nothing frightens Atticus Everheart more than monsters, thanks to his older brothers, who often threaten to feed him to the beastly creatures.


Fearing that’s what they will do if he doesn’t replace the book he accidentally ruined, he takes a job tutoring a boy in his neighborhood.


Atticus soon discovers there’s a lot more in store for him than teaching. Never in a trillion years would he have imagined he’d be hiding from monsters, working with ghosts, or searching for werewolves and witches. He’s not brave, and he has no plans to change.


Until he’s forced to.




“We need a higher launchpad.”


“Absolutely not.” Drago took several steps away from Atticus.


“It’ll work. Think about it. You don’t need to turn into a bat when you’re only a few feet from the ground. But if you were on the roof...”


Drago’s jaw dropped. Atticus plunged onward.


“Not the roof of the house.” Atticus scanned the graveyard. “The roof of the crypt over there. It’s higher than the tombstone but not high enough to kill you if you don’t turn.”


A sound between a sputter and a choke bubbled out of Drago’s mouth.


“Did I say, ‘kill’?” Atticus rubbed the back of his head. “I meant, ‘to be scary.’ The roof of the crypt is high enough to be scary. Yeah, that’s it. And...and...the grass over there is thick and overgrown. It will provide more cushion.”


Drago, mouth still agape, took another step backward.


Atticus didn’t give up. “Oh, come on. One jump. The sooner we finish with lessons, the sooner we can get back to the investigation.”


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N. N. Light
N. N. Light
May 17

Thank you, Cherie/C.L., for sharing your writing journey and books with our readers!


Cherie Colyer
Cherie Colyer
May 17

Thanks so much for having me here!

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