From Twitter 10-28-2009

• 10:24:18: Seeing a lot of upcoming books referred to as "urban fantasy romance." Not really sure what that is...
  
• 10:25:25: Obviously it's meant to be a different subgenre to paranormal romance, but I kind of feel UF and Romance are on different wavelengths
  
• 10:26:05: Romance = HEA. It's the key rule of the genre IMO. UF = usually ongoing series and more about the heroine/hero's individual journey
  
• 10:26:54: Clearly you get romances in UF all the time, but that's different, right?
  
• 10:32:24: @yolandasfetsos Lol, that often seems to be the case! I can think of a few UF novels that have almost no romance though. Amazon Ink, frex
  
• 10:33:13: Jessa Slade says paranormal romance is diverse enough now to need sub-subgenres
  
• 10:33:29: http://bit.ly/2RFj4t
  
• 10:39:57: @yolandasfetsos It's a good "fusion" genre - room for romance, horror, mystery...
  
• 11:10:04: @etaknosnhoj Also agree on the subgenres! As far as Urban Fantasy Romance, would have thought the angst levels of UF in general...
  
• 11:10:28: @etaknosnhoj ... make it difficult to supply a HEA. Especially as a lot of UF tends to be ongoing series
  
• 11:36:31: @etaknosnhoj Maybe. Hadn't thought of it that way. I may have to investigate further...
  
• 12:47:39: @RebeccaJPayne Yay Haynes! Can't wait to read it!
  
• 15:27:27: @RebeccaJPayne Lol, yes!
  

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The Small World Guide to Shoregrave - Padley Manor

 

The Small World Guide says: Undoubtedly Shoregrave's most haunted building, Padley was built in the late seventeenth century and destroyed by fire in 1897. After it was rebuilt, it quickly became apparent that the spirits of those killed in the fire lingered in the manor. Altogether there are twenty known ghosts within its walls, many dating back to before the manor was even built. Phantom footsteps, child ghosts, and fire victims are the most commonly observed spirits, but paranormal investigators believe this is merely the tip of the haunted iceberg.

Yasmin Stoker says: At the top of the stairs ahead of me, a pair of girls watched me. They were no more than ten years old, perfectly matched twins with pale hair and black eyes. One of them opened her mouth to smile at me. Her tongue was missing and spectral blood poured from her mouth, black and gleaming. The other turned her head to look at her sister, and a gaping wound appeared in her throat, spilling dark fluid over her white dress.