This week’s Trauma Llama comes to you from erotic romance author Bronwyn Green. She’s been brave enough to submit not one, but TWO tales for my Trauma Llama posts. The first one is about her son and a mishap with those evil Easter candys, Peeps.[Skip to it!]


Check out book one in her Witch Way series, Immortal Curse (or check out ALL her series here).

Cursed by a witch, Ian O’Meara has been trapped between the world of the living and the spirit realm for the last hundred and fifty years. Annoyed by having his eternity interrupted by amateur ghost hunters, he reaches through the veil to Emma Boulton knowing she can see and hear him even if the others can’t. When he discovers she can also feel him, he decides Emma is the most exciting thing to happen to him in the last century. Suddenly, escaping his miserable curse isn’t quite so appealing.

Much to her dismay, Emma has been able to see ghosts ever since she was a child. Most of the time she ignores them, but Ian makes that all but impossible. With his dark, good looks and his brooding personality, he’s a gothic novel hero come to life…so to speak. She knows she should help him toward the light, but the only place he seems to be interested in is her bed. Falling in love with the charming spirit is all too easy, but is a future together possible between the living and the dead?

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Here’s Bronwyn’s first Trauma Llama tale:

The Easter that my son Killian was about three, the bunny put Peeps in his basket – chicks and bunnies. He tore open the package, and bit off the head of the first little chick.

Then he stared in horror at the little, yellow Peep corpse clutched in his pudgy little hand and immediately his eyes filled with tears and he spit out the head. It landed with a bright yellow slime trail on the front of his shirt. He plucked it off and held both pieces out to me, sobbing his little heart out. “I killed a Peep! I killed a Peep! Fix it Bron! (the little dork didn’t call me mama until he was in second grade) Fix a Peep! Need alive magics, Bron!”

So…I had to stick the spitty and now misshapen head of the little chick back on it’s neck and try not to laugh. The kid didn’t touch another Peep until he was in junior high.

 

And junior high was far, far too early to touch another Peep!

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