Guest Post: Leprechauns – Lucky in Love? (Cat’s Paw Cove #12 & #13 by Sharon Buchbinder) ~ #BookTour #Excerpt

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Guest Post for Charlotte Redbird, Ghost Coach

Leprechauns—Lucky in Love?

One of the fun parts about writing paranormal, supernatural, or magical stories is the research. When I wrote Charlotte Redbird, Ghost Coach, I thought I had a pretty good handle on leprechauns. After all, told me I’m Irish (mostly), so that little guy on the cereal box was practically a relative. Isn’t that all I needed to know?

Um. No. I needed to know if they were as lucky in love as they are with their gold, so I had to do a little digging. Here are some fun facts about my red-headed relatives from the Emerald Isle.

  • In the supernatural world, they fall into the fairy family and they live underground.
  • Music and dancing—the Irish jig, of course—are their passions.
  • They are usually pictured as tiny wizened old men with red beards—but some say that’s an old stereotype.
  • If you can catch one, they can grant three wishes, but remember, they are tricksters!
  • Iron bars can contain them. If you nab one, have an iron cage handy, otherwise they can teleport away from you!
  • While we think of their job as guarding protecting pots of gold, their real vocation is shoemaking. 
  • They are excellent cobblers. However, they never make a pair of shoes. They only make one!
  • Mustard is a great condiment for hot dogs—but the yellow sauce will also burn the skin of a leprechaun. 
  • It’s a good thing they have great regenerative powers to recover from mustard burns. They heal quickly and can heal others. 


Are they lucky in love? I couldn’t find an answer to that question, so I made something up. You’ll have to read Charlotte Redbird, Ghost Coach, to find out. Happy reading! 



Taken by the Imp 

Cat’s Paw Cove Book 13 
by Sharon Buchbinder 
Genre: Paranormal Romance 

Can a jinni and a warlock cook up a better way to help the poor?

Dexter Graham has no trouble making money as a financial wizard—as long as he doesn’t leave his home. He finds it nearly impossible to be with other people, because he’s a telepath who gets swamped by their thoughts. Prompted by an unexpected visitor from the past who reveals shocking family secrets, he takes a risk and visits his brother in Cat’s Paw Cove. Will the trip make things better or worse?

Ynez Saghira is a gifted chef at the Feline Fine Retirement Home who yearns to be financially independent and open her own café. She has lots of talent and creative ideas but lacks the capital to start her own business. What’s a poor imp to do?

Dexter and Ynez join forces to quiet the voices in his head, build her business, and ferret out family mysteries. Will the secrets draw them closer together or push them apart

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Dexter Graham rattled the bag and called Brutus for the third time. Odd. It wasn’t like him to miss a meal. Unlike finicky felines, the fifteen-year-old black Maine Coon cat lived to eat, racing to Dexter if he unwrapped a cough drop.

Something’s wrong. His heart kicked up a notch and his stomach roiled. He always comes when I call him with food.

The sun shone on his grandmother’s well-tended flower and herb garden, which now belonged to him. Butterflies hovered over luxuriant stands of royal red, purple, and yellow. Bees sipped at the open mouths of petunias, ragweed, and clover—the weeds their favorites. A large balm bush, its lush purple color soothing to the eyes, embraced both pollinators. All the little insect people anticipated the cold weather en route and the garden shimmered with activity in the late September sun.

Still shaking the treats, Dexter sought out the intrepid hunter’s favorite napping spot. Not there. Wait. Was that—


“I hear you, Brutus.” He circled around the apple tree. No sign of him.


The sound was coming from beneath him. 

He groaned. Loping around to the front of his grandmother’s root cellar, he leaned forward and pulled on a squeaking wooden door. Sitting on the top step, a live mouse dangling from his mouth, the yellow-eyed twenty-five-pound feline blinked and glared at him as if to say, “Took you long enough.”

“How did you get in there?”

The cat strutted out. Dexter snapped his fingers and the cat placed the stunned rodent at his feet. 

“Well, it is a lovely gift. I know you worked hard to bring it to me, but I have to tell you, I just ate.”


“Thanks for the scare.” Dexter bent down and rubbed the cat’s ears. He was safe. Brutus had not crossed the rainbow bridge to enjoy an all-you-can-eat-tuna buffet. “It gets pretty lonely here. Sure, I have Ace, my companion computer, but he’s not much company when he’s powered down. If anything happened to you, my friend, I’m not sure what I’d do.”

“Go to your brother.”

“Grandmama?” Feeling like a little kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, he searched for the source of the woman’s voice. “It can’t be you. You’re—”

“Dead?” She chuckled. “That’s old news.”

“I don’t see you?”

“Buckle up, Buttercup—and look up.”

A gray-haired woman in a brimmed hat, gardening clogs and gloves perched on a large branch of an apple tree. He’d spent many sunny days roped to the trunk while his grandmother tended to her large backyard. Despite her best efforts, he had untied the knots and wandered the surrounding area, nibbling at windfalls and creating stories starring him as a fearless adventurer. Grandmama’s thoughts had broadcasted to him like a megaphone, loud and clear. When she had called, he returned home. 

“You look good.” He didn’t know what else to say.

Tilting her head, she said, “Ah, poor baby. You don’t think I’m real.”

“You’re a figment of my imagination. Brutus was missing. I was worried about him” He was familiar with the signs of grief, had worked through them many times. His parents died when he was four. He couldn’t go to school. His brother moved away. His grandmother died. And, now, Brutus had scared the crap out of him.

“Dexter,” she placed a fist on her hip. “Remember that story, A Christmas Carol?”

He nodded.

“Think of me as the Ghost of Christmas Past. Our family made wonderful memories here in this special place. Now it’s time for you to go out in the world and to make new ones. You can’t be a reclusive multi-millionaire forever, honey.”

“But you—”

“Kept you tucked away, safe from people who wanted to lock you up with a diagnosis of childhood schizophrenia.” She shook her head. “Had I allowed the doctors to treat you back then, you would not be who you are now. You are a brilliant, creative, handsome man with extraordinary abilities, who also happens to be a powerful telepath. It’s time for you to leave the nest, get out into the world.”

For a figment of his imagination, she was awfully talkative.

“Been there, done that, got the T-shirt, the bumper sticker, and the pins. Remember that disastrous summer abroad trip I took? That was more than enough of the world for me.”

“You were sixteen. That’s ages ago.”

“Not to me.” The pain of being led on by a flirtatious college co-ed, only to discover her real opinions of him when she huddled with her girlfriends was as fresh today as it was eleven years ago. “I tried again when I graduated with my master’s degree. A real date, face to face, with a woman I met in my online classes. By the time the evening was over, I was done with her and her gold-digging ideas.”

“Dexter, not everyone is after your wealth. There are decent women out there—some even have their own money.”

“For argument’s sake, let’s pretend I say yes. Where would I go?”

“Your brother would love to see you. Dylan’s girlfriend and I have been chatting for quite a while now. Charlotte thinks it’s time for you to visit them. I agree.”

Dexter bit his lower lip and mulled over her words—his thoughts? Personified by his beloved grandmother? “I do owe him a debt—a big one. Fifty-thousand dollars.”

“Pfft.” She waved her hand. “It’s not about the money. It’s about family secrets that might shock you—and what the past means to your present and future.”

“Why are you telling me this now—why not before?”

“Don’t be sassy.” She fixed him with the look, the one that made him freeze as a child. “I was waiting for everyone to be in the right place at the same time. Your brother holds the key. This cannot be done over the Internet, it must be face to face in real time.”


Charlotte Redbird, Ghost Coach 

Cat’s Paw Cove Book 12

Sometimes the dead need a life coach, too.

Driven out of Chicago by a spiteful heiress, life coach Charly Redbird is ready for a change. She moves to Florida to be closer to her family and vows to be more selective about future clients.

With the help of Dylan Graham, a hunky real estate agent, Charly finds a perfect home across the street from a cemetery. When he shows up with a plant and two tiny balls of fluff as a housewarming present, Charly thinks she might be smitten with more than the kittens.

A new client appears at her door and asks for Charly’s help, but the woman happens to be a permanent resident of the cemetery. Can Charly convince the restless spirit to move to another neighborhood—or will she take on a new role: Life Coach for the Dead?

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Sharon Buchbinder has been writing fiction since middle school and has the rejection slips to prove it. An RN, she provided health care delivery, became a researcher, association executive, and obtained a PhD in Public Health. She is the author of the Hotel LaBelle Series, the Jinni Hunter Series, and the Obsession Series. When not attempting to make students and colleagues laugh or writing, she can be found fishing, walking her dogs, herding cats, or breaking bread and laughing with family and friends in Baltimore, MD and Punta Gorda, FL. 

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6 comments on “Guest Post: Leprechauns – Lucky in Love? (Cat’s Paw Cove #12 & #13 by Sharon Buchbinder) ~ #BookTour #Excerpt

  1. Cute covers, they sound good!

  2. The book covers are cute.

  3. Very interesting books and covers. Great excerpt. I’d love to read more.

  4. I saw a ghost once- at age 4 ( no one would believe me). He was a Native American Indian. The story blurb with the Grandmother reminded me of it.

  5. Thanks for hosting me on your blog!

    • Thank you for the guest post and it’s my pleasure to host.