Posts Tagged ‘Paranormal’
Bachelor Auction 1: Mate Not Wanted
Coming to Etopia Press 12/20/13
“I’m fine, back off,” she spat, more venomously than she intended.
“Not until I make sure you’re not hurt.” Before she could protest he jerked her against him until her breasts pressed against his midsection. Her nipples became tightened nubs that pulsed with need. Her skin tightened as pricks of heat danced along her exposed skin and her lioness purred louder, demanding more contact with her mate. For a moment, all she saw was him. Her world became the bright white of his shirt marred by the dark stains of blood, his sweat and unique scent, the tanned skin of his neck. She leaned forward to rub herself against him, imprint her own perfume on his clothes. A soft buzzing sound filled her ears.
Whispers and murmurs swirled around them, pulling her back to the reality of where she was. Madison cursed her weakness and took a step back. She was supposed to stay away from him, not give him more ammunition to prove his theory that she was attracted to him.
“No way in hell. I’m fine. No damage. I could have handled myself, you know?” It wasn’t a bluff, but she had to remind herself of why she should be so pissed at him. Things could have gone pear shaped in a matter of seconds had she not stepped in. “Why do you have to act like such a beast? Jesus.” She ran a hand through her hair and focused her weakened anger at him. “You could have gotten someone hurt, or worse.”
He blinked. “I know you can take care of yourself. I was just trying to help.”
His voice was now soft and gentle, and yet that roughness still remained. It was like a single malt—smooth, creamy, rough, and could keep you warm on the coldest of nights.
Another shiver raced along Madison’s skin and smoothed down her spine. Her nipples pulsed with heat as her breasts grew heavy and tight. She wanted to move back into his touch, feel the press of his chest against hers as he moved within her, rubbing his skin against the sensitive tips.
Madison cleared her throat and tried to stave off her desire. “And I’m not your mate,” she lied, trying to shrug off the effects that his tenor had on her body, “friend or otherwise.”
“For now.” Pierce closed the gap between them until his chest pressed against her breasts, giving them just a hint of the pressure they needed. It wasn’t enough, not nearly enough.
We know this time of year could offer up the creepy and spooky. But what about the sexy and mysterious? Maybe you need a Ghost or Dragons or maybe a Scottish Werewolf or maybe a Vampire to spice up your holiday?
Maybe Ghosts are your cup of tea?
How about a Ghost to spice up your Halloween? This book went through a few re-writes but in the end I loved William and Alyssa. In the beginning William was an arrogant ass who used people and didn’t really value them. When he meets Alyssa he finds not only new creativity but also love. Will the curse cost him the woman he loves?
Lonely No More
Lonely No More
Excerpt Rating (PG-13): Could She?
Genre: Paranormal, Contemporary
Five years ago on Halloween, author William Moore carelessly broke up with a witch. Needless to say, she didn’t take it well. Cursed to a lonely non-life as a ghost, trapped in his own home, he never expected to do more than exist in the world his ex had created. Except now he’s got a new roommate in the form of fellow author, Alyssa Washington, and he doesn’t anticipate his strong attraction to her. As their simmering emotion sparks life within, he yearns to become mortal once again.
Can his newfound feelings give him what he wishes for most?
I curse you, William Moore. By the moon and the stars. By the elements of life. Your body shall know the meaning of emptiness. Your soul shall be tied to these walls. You will hunger and thirst for nothing. Here on this land you shall remain until you know the meaning of love.” Irena hissed again. “I curse you, William Moore, for your insensitivity, your callousness and inconsideration. You will be tied to this house, never to leave it as you so clearly wish not to. I curse you, William Moore, until you find true love.”
Fire blazed through William’s body. His back bowed and his mouth opened on a silent scream. He writhed on the bed while Irena’s magic burst through him. His bones were melting, muscles being stretched taut. His heart was threatening to beat out of his chest, and pain shot through his brain, almost as if it was about to explode. He couldn’t think, breathe or move. Time passed lazily, yet swiftly at the same time. Squeezing his eyes shut, he prayed to whatever gods would listen, pleading with them to make it all stop.
Finally the fire ceased and a burst of cold shot through him. Shivering and weak, he eased his body back onto the mattress. He opened his eyes. At first the room seemed bleary, but after a moment his vision began to clear. The room appeared the same. The soft red-orange glow of the fire danced on the ceiling, the lingering scent of sex and perfume hung in the air. Turning his head slowly, ignoring the pain, he saw that the furniture looked the same–at least the items in his vision were.
He hissed when he felt the muscles in his legs jump. His stomach flipped and he moaned. He slid his arms around his abdomen and rolled over, groaning as he went. Pain wracked his body as his head began to pound again. As his body began to calm down, he rolled onto his back, panting. His eyelids felt heavy as exhaustion took hold. He tried to grasp at consciousness but it eluded him. After what seemed like an eternity of fighting, finally he drifted off to sleep. Night became day and then back to night.
The moon rose high above the trees that surrounded the house. William awoke with a start and, looking around, he tried to place the room he lay in. He had dreamed that he’d been floating over his body and throughout the house. He had watched the day pass, levitating and observing normal life as it rolled on. Now awake, he rolled out of bed, the pain in his body had ceased. He felt solid enough. Rising, he walked over to a set of double doors and undid the latch. Pushing them open, he breathed in the night air. He strode out onto the balcony and surveyed his property. Closing his eyes, he began to move haltingly, controlling his movements and breathing as he started his tai chi exercise. He let the concerns of his life float away.
In the distance he heard the door downstairs open and footsteps pounding their way up the stairs. His assistant’s voice called out to him, “Hey, Will! Willll? I have some papers for you to sign that the publisher needs ASAP.”
The door to his bedroom banged against the wall, followed by a gasp. “Oh, my God!”
The horrified words were followed by loud thuds, thumps and a clatter of something metallic falling on the wooden floor. Frowning, William pivoted and entered the room, his mouth open ready to ask what was wrong, when he saw the reason for Maggie’s shock. There on the bed, lay his naked body. It took him a few seconds to comprehend everything he saw.
Once it had sunk in, he dashed toward Maggie and started shouting at her. “I’m right here! Maggie, I’m right behind you!” He reached out to touch her on the shoulder, and watched in horror as his hand slipped right through her. He held his hand before his face, it seemed solid enough. He tried again, and the same thing happened.
Deciding to deal with that later, he tried talking to her. “Maggie, I’m right here. Maggie.”
She didn’t move, just stood before his bed staring at his naked body.
How about Vampires for Halloween?
Writing Trapped was so much fun. I wanted to write a story where the hero had to pursue the heroine and fight for her, to convince her of his true affections. Rysen and Kit were so much fun to write for and I would love to write for them again. Rysen is such a naughty vampire with a dirty mind.
Excerpt (R), Feeding
Genre: Paranormal, Interracial
Kit has never forgotten the cruel way Rysen rejected her as a possible consort over a hundred years ago. She’s striven to get stronger, pushing her attraction to him down and using her anger as fuel.
Rysen has always regretted the way he rejected Kit. As much as he loved her, Rysen despised the way her clan tried to use her as a political gambit for power and protection. But he never stopped wanting Kit, trying to make her his in every way possible.
When enemies attack, they use old magic to seal themselves off and stay safe. But now they find themselves trapped with a century of hunger rising between them….
Publisher’s Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, domination.
“I felt your anger and insecurity. I had to come see for myself.”
She tried to jerk her arm away from his grip, but he refused to let go. “You’re aroused, my darling. You’re aroused by me.”
“Go to hell.” She refused to tell him just how aroused he was making her.
“Been there, got the T-shirt. Do you need help dressing?”
“No, let go of me.”
“So you can sway on your feet and fall over? I think not. Allow me to support you.”
“Pervert. You just want to watch me get dressed.”
“That is quite true. I am a pervert. You bring out the letch in me. I want nothing more than to watch you bend over as you put on your jeans. I want see that sweet ass exposed to my gaze. I long to part those deliciously rounded cheeks, fall to my knees, and lap at your anus until you become aroused, your pussy dripping with need for my cock. I want to tease you until you squirm against me, urging me to fuck you long, hard, and deep. I want you to admit you want my cock up your ass, in your pussy, and in your mouth. So yes, darling, I am a pervert.”
She shivered at his words, each syllable causing her aching channel to clench with need, gushing more cream. Her clit throbbed as her nipples tightened even further.
“I want to watch you put on your tank top. See those delicious nipples of yours pressed against the thin fabric of your shirt. I want to take those nipples in my mouth and suck on them while my fingers sink into your pussy, feel your juices slip over my hand and down my forearm. I want to finger fuck you until you come all over my hand, until the air is heavy and pungent with the scent of your sex.”
The image inflamed her. She wanted what he was saying so badly. Her cunt clenched with need. She felt the beginnings of an orgasm tightening, curling, writhing within her. She tried to control it, stop it, but it only twisted tighter, increasing the ache and fire between her legs.
“After that, I want to throw you against the wall and sink into you, balls deep. I want nothing between us, my darling. I want to feel your pussy spasm around me each time I slam into you. I want your legs wrapped around my waist, my hands holding your wrists up high over your head as I fuck you. I want to sink my fangs into your throat as I pound your pussy. I want to feel you come all over my cock, your cream slipping down my balls, over my thighs, and then I want to come inside you. I want to pump every last drop of my seed into you. I want to fuck you until my scent is rubbed into your skin. Yes, my darling, I am a letch. I am a pervert. For you, I will be all that and so much more. Don’t think for a second that once I have you, I won’t possess you, fuck you in private and in front of everyone. I want everyone to know who you belong to. Everyone.”
Need a Werewolf to have a Howling good Halloween?
Scottish. Kilted. Werewolf. Find out what happens when Iain shows Katherine what’s under his kilt.
Iain just wanted someone to help take the edge off before the full moon rose in a few days. When he met Katherine in the pub he felt he had found the perfect person to help him with his problem.
Katherine could not resist the kilted stranger who caught her eye at the bar. When he offered her a night of hot sex she couldn’t say no.
But what happens when she finds out that the stranger is her boss’s son?
The barman came over, smiling at her. “Another one for the road, lass?”
“Nope, I’m done for the day. How much –” She was stopped when he held up his hand.
“Already taken care of, love.” He nodded his head toward the man at her side. She rolled her eyes and sighed. Turning on her stool, she looked at him. His smile said it all. He thought he was going to get rewarded for his thoughtfulness. Not tonight, pal, she thought.
“I’m not going to sleep with you, give you a blow job or a hand job just because you bought me a drink. It was your money you wasted. Now if you’ll excuse me, thank you and good night.” She turned all the way around and hopped off the stool, hating the fact that she was only five foot three inches, and she had to jump down. Her booted heels clunked on the old wooden floor.
She just made it beyond the threshold when she felt a hand wrap around her wrist and jerk her back. Her spine hit the wall and two hands framed her head. His face was a contrast to the darkness of the entryway. “First, I never asked you to pay me back. Nor did I ask you to sleep with me, or give me a blow job or a hand job. I’d have loved for you to offer, but I didn’t ask. So don’t assume you know anything about me just because I buy you a drink.”
She was speechless.
“I did kiss you, not because of the drink, but because I wanted to, and besides, you were staring at my kilt. You were wondering if it’s true what they say, weren’t you? I can tell you with great certainty that it’s all true,” he murmured as his lips brushed hers.
Maybe two Dragons are what you need to fire up your holiday?
I wanted to write a story for the fantasy mentioned in Dragon Ugly. I didn’t have time or room to write it but I knew that Brent would want to fulfill his mate Carissa’s desire to have sexy in a bookstore. I loved revisiting this couple and I can’t wait to write Fletch’s story. I even know his heroine and his story.
Excerpt Rating (PG-13),
Series: Halloween Heat II: Dragons at Samhain
Genre: Paranormal, Interracial, Ménage
It’s Samhain and Brent wants to fulfill Carissa’s fantasy of sex in a bookshop while it’s open. With help from Fletch he’s going to make it a hot, steamy night she’ll never forget.
Carissa only wanted to spend more time with her mate she didn’t know what to expect when they arrived in the mountains to visit his parents. After dressing her as a French maid, him as Highway man and their friend Fletch as Zorro, she’s pretty sure that he’s taken her fantasy to a whole new level.
Samhain has always been a magical time, now it’s about to get a whole lot hotter.
Author Note: This story comes after Dragon Ugly!
Carissa’s heart thudded against her ribcage as she allowed Brent to guide her past the shops declaring Halloween and Samhain sales and discounts. Children dressed up in various costumes rushed past them, chased by harried parents. None of that really registered. Brent’s solid, roughened palm against hers, the heat rolling off his body in waves, the aura of sexual determination and arousal coming from him wrapped around her. Her own desire pulsed between her thighs; her nipples tightened and ached for his touch. He’d dressed her tonight in a sleeveless French maid costume with crotchless panties and no bra. Cool night air brushed against her overheated sex, teasing her throbbing clit.
Fletch trailed behind them in a Zorro costume, complete with cape and mask. Brent had decided that the Highwayman costume was more to his liking, complete with a cape and mask of his own. Both men looked dashing and dangerous. A thrill raced down her spine as she glanced back at Fletch, who’d decided to go the scruffy route with a bit a coppery colored beard on his jaw. Brent’s darker five o’clock shadow made him look just as fierce. He had insisted that during the fantasy her wrists would be bound behind her back and she would be blindfolded so she wouldn’t know who was doing what. Carissa hadn’t thought that far for her fantasy, all she’d known was she wanted to fuck in a bookstore. Brent had taken it to a whole new level.
She’d even overheard them talking of using nipple clamps to help increase her pleasure. None of that mattered as much as being with the man she loved, her mate. Her wolf was just happy for a change in scenery. At the end of the night, when the clock struck Midnight, they would all shift, Brent and Fletch into dragons and Carissa into a wolf. According to Brent’s parents, it was a way to welcome Samhain in your purest form. New place to explore, and a new experience to add to the ones that Brent had brought into her once boring life.
They continued on down the block, passing more kids and parents and dodging late night drunks who were leaning on each other for support as they walked down the sidewalk. The air was filled with softness and anticipation, as if the world was holding its breath for the Witch’s New Year, when the veil between man and the dead was the thinnest. Or in this case, when the veil between mortals and the paranormal blended together to become one.
Tension shivered along her muscles as her arousal and excitement blended together. She hid her eagerness to act out this fantasy and move on to the next. Brent led the way, and she rushed to catch up with him.
“Whoa there, lover,” Carissa called out. “We have time, there’s no rush.”
Maybe a bit of Mystery is more your speed?
My last offering is from the Draven’s Crossing series. This book ties up the serial killer storyline started in Tempestuous Crossings and starts something new. I really enjoyed writing the ins and outs and trying to figure out how to lay out the mystery part of the book. Here’s a snippet.
Out Now at Purple Sword Publications
Draven’s Crossing: Hidden Diversions
With so many distractions, can they catch a killer before someone else dies?
Their passion may be the death of them…
Werewolf Chief of Police, Torger, is running into walls while tracking the Draven’s Crossing serial killer. No matter what he tries to do, he can’t find the clues needed to stop the terror that stalks the streets of his city. Things aren’t helped by his attraction to dragon shifter, Draven City News Reporter, Isadora Jones. With political pressure and bodies mounting, can he get through all these distractions to the truth before it’s too late?
Reporter, Isadora Jones wants to help with the investigation into the serial killer but Torger refuses to let her. She decides to do it on her own, but her world goes upside down when the killer sets his sights on her. Under Torger’s protection, they start to put the pieces together but will it be too late for them?
Things go from bad to worse when another killer appears. Draven’s Crossing just got a whole lot more dangerous.
Purple Sword Publications:
The sweetest perfume drifted under his door. He snorted and sat up. She was near. His eyes had already adjusted to the darkness. He saw a shadow move in front of his door but it didn’t go to the guest room across the hall. He waited; the seconds ticked by. Each moment like a drip of water on his face, it seemed to last forever and there was no end in sight. He swallowed. His lips became dry as his heartbeat sped up. The jangle of a hand on the door handle rang in his ears. The delicate shells prickled at the musical sound. He waited. His heart stuttered and then crashed against his ribcage in a heavy drum beat. His body heat spiked as his wolf waited. Need coiled in the pit of his stomach. He licked his lips again, hoping, praying for what, he didn’t know. All he saw was that if she didn’t do something soon, he would. And then there would be no turning back. Everything would change for them, and he wasn’t sure how everyone would react or how everything would land.
As the seconds ticked by, her shadow remained at the door. The hand had stopped jiggling. Opening up his senses, he allowed her emotions to wash over him. He tasted the tang of hesitation with the sweetness of eagerness. All of it was tinged with the bright spice of lust. Underneath it all, there was Isy’s own unique natural scent. Not wanting to let the torture for both of them continue, he called out, “Isy, you can come in.”
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Hot Seat Interview Dahlia Rose
13 Days of Halloween Edition
I set up the Hot Seat and place plates of mini cheesecake petit fours in different flavors on the side tables along with a large mug of coffee and carafe of java just in case. Once everything is perfect I instruct the Military Cabana Men to escort Dahlia into the room. As soon as she get settled and the spotlight is on I get to the questions.
First off I have to say Happy Birthday! It must be awesome having your birthday and your favorite Holiday, Halloween, all in one month.
DR: Thank you! I like the whole Military Cabana Men thing you’ve got going on and the treats. Now if you find a Stonebridge look alike I’m never leaving. LOL. I love my birthday and Halloween in general. It feeds the dark side of my Scorpio nature. I spend all year planning for October, the month of debauchery, as I like to call it.
SI: Stonebridge, purrrrr. *shakes head* What were we talking about again? Right, October, Birthday, Halloween.
Besides cheesecake and world peace what do you want for your birthday?
DR: Well besides those, I usually want kindle, nook or I-tunes cards. In fact I just ask for gift cards in general, I’m really hard to shop for. People don’t really understand my taste in clothes (I’ve been known to wear tutus just because) LOL. My style matches my moods I believe, so, family and friends usually give me cards and I get to pick out what I want. That way we’re all happy.
SI: I love that! I ask for GC too. It’s much easier because it’s like giving money only it’s to your favorite store.
Now you write some seriously HOT romance with some sexy Heroes where do you get your inspiration from? What does it take to make Dahlia’s list of Hotness?
DR: My inspiration is mostly military or law enforcement. I like alpha males, guys who will pin your arms above your head and kiss the hell out of you. It’s like that song by Bonnie Tyler “I Need A Hero. He’s gotta be strong. He’s gotta be fast and he’s gotta be fresh from the fight. “ That’s how I see my heroes the type of guy that will fight for you and love you hard. The guy that will take your temper and then say I still love you and you cannot control our relationship, It’s fifty-fifty. I write really strong heroine because I don’t think there is such a thing as a weak woman. In a crunch we can come out on top and if you can’t it’s weakness of will. But even so it takes a strong man to deal with a strong woman so I always hear I need a hero when writing. A sexy defined abs, great thighs hero. LOL
SI: Like Stonbridge? Oh yeah. *grin* Excellent point. Also, now I have that song stuck in my head.
Since it’s Halloween what is on your Must Watch List? What TV Shows and Movies should people have at the ready along with the popcorn and candy? Other than Sharknado and RoboCroc.
DR: You can never go wrong with Halloween with Mike Myers for the season of scary. While I love Sharknado and those movies for the sheer carnage. If you want to be scared watch my all time favorite movie IT with the scary clown. I’m not about the gore factor in my Halloween movies, I want to be scared and to think “Could this really happen?” World War Z will do that and Dawn of the Dead. There’s also The Haunting, A Haunting in Connecticut and Any of the Ridley Scott Alien series. The list could go on but I think you can pick up any of these and get the scare factor.
SI: No! No! No! *covers eyes and starts to cry* No IT! NO! Weirdly enough I can take watching the Alien series and not be scared. *shivers, sips some coffee* Can’t go to sleep. The clown will get me.
How would you describe your perfect Halloween? And what Halloween paranormal creature would you say is the Ultimate Halloween Hero?
DR: My Halloween is in two parts. Each year we do the Halloween fest uptown where hubster, the friends and me can get costumed up and dance the night away. We find a theme and go with it, it’s like my birthday party except with people we don’t know. LOL.. Halloween night its me at home, I bake themed cupcakes and treats and we also get costumed for the night. Hubby takes the younger kids trick or treating while I stay home and man the three cauldrons full of candy. People come over, eat or just hang out and take pictures around the house. So it’s a fun time.
Ultimate Halloween Hero… You’ll think I’m crazy but I don’t really have one. I kinda like the evil guys on Halloween. I root for Mike Myers to kill everyone. Seriously who would stay in a town where you know a crazy killer who can’t die comes back every year. That’s PTSD right there. And how do the kids whose half naked saying “Johnny quit playing” don’t know ‘hey that’s not Johnny and run away from the exit. Don’t get me on that tangent. LOL I root for the evil killers on Halloween.
SI: Sounds like a good time! Mmmm, cupcakes. You and I are in total agreement. Those kids and their stupidity. *shakes head* All the screaming, can’t stop talking, running in heels stupidity. *grabs a plate of cheesecake and takes a bit to calm down*
You’ve been kidnapped by Dragon Shifter Military Men who are at war with Werewolves and Feline Shifters. Who would win? Or How would you try to broker a peace between them?
DR: Wow, you just floored me with this one and I have to think. First off my Military Dragon Shifter clan will win, fire trumps everything and those bad boys can breathe fire (Damn Military Dragon Shifter unit plot bunny!) But I’d broker peace probably by me being the mate of the head of each clan. LOL see how I stuck myself in a ménage there? Who would say no? Not me!!
SI: *snicker* Plot bunny? Did I give you a plot bunny? You’re very clever Dahlia. Very clever. *nods* Nice solution. We like.
I know you’re a Whovian. What is it about Doctor Who that makes you say, YES! That’s what I’m talking about? Who’s your Doctor and if the TARDIS appeared on your front lawn and The Doctor gave you a free pass to anywhere in time and space where would you go?
DR: I watched Dr. Who all my life and it just makes you think. Each incarnation of the doctor comes with a whole new personality but with the memories of all the rest. It’s a complicated mind that knows he is immortal could leave earth to fend for itself. Yet, he defends it and finds comrades in our ranks to travel with. Each episode he is faced with a dilemma. The fact that none of them know how deadly he can really be and how hard it is for him to open up about anything draws me. You see the internal struggle as much as the outward battle. I’m in love with Stephan Moffet’s mind and The Doctor’s as well.
Now if the TARDIS landed on my front lawn, (oh please, please please!) I’d go to a Weeping Angel planet.. I love those things!! Then I’d go forward in time to see my kids all grown up and their kids etc., to see how their lives were shaped. I’d be blessed to know that what I taught them helped shaped their future and without me they will be ok. But since I plan to be around until I’m 110, God willing. I’ll see a lot of that anyway.
SI: A Weeping Angel planet? But…but…Can’t blink, don’t blink, can’t blink, don’t blink, what was that?
What is one Guilty Pleasure that Dahlia Rose is willing to admit to? It’s just us and well, the Cabana Men, but they won’t talk.
DR: I have many guilty pleasures *snicker* One I’m willing to admit too…. Hmmmmm. Ok I get bored and think of ways to prank my kids and Husband, regularly. I also talk out these plans with the posters in my office. (Do Not Judge my crazy LOL)
SI: Crazy can’t judge crazy.
Back to business. What can you tell us about your upcoming or latest release? What sizzling new story do we have to put on our must buy list if we haven’t already gotten it?
DR: Ok so far SWAT Chronicles “Wicked” was released last month and it had great reviews Book 2 One Tough Cop is coming in October. Also Billionaires and Baby Rattles a twin billionaire’s book written with Tressie Lockwood will be released October 18th. Tempest The Wolf that is book four of my Cajun Mate series will be in November and Seal it with a Kiss and a few other Christmas themed books in December. It’s a lot so my sleep time has been cut until I complete my WIP schedule. I am also working on “Still The One” Etopia Press.
SI: WOW! So much awesomeness. *Gives Dahlia more coffee and cheesecake*
Thank You so much for wanting to do a Hot Seat Interview. Wasn’t so bad was it? Please tell the readers where they can find you on the internet (Website, FB, Twitter, etc).
Find me at….
www.facebook.com/fansofdahliarose (This is my fan page and a contest is going on as we speak.)
DR: Thanks for having me and I’d like to take at least two cabana boys home ?
SI: Of course, just return them after Halloween, we’ll need all the help we can get to clean up.
Once the interview is over I have the Cabana Men escort Dahlia out of the room, of course bringing the cheesecakes and coffee with them. Wouldn’t want the Dahlia Coffee-Less Monster to be unleashed in the world.
SWAT Chronicles Book 2 “One Tough Cop”
Maxwell Kincaid worked in the NYPD long enough that most things didn’t surprise him anymore. The detective who preferred to work alone admitted to himself long ago that he was jaded. So when he was called out to a hostage situation at a Women’s Shelter in the middle of the night. To him it was another job that kept him out of his warm bed. Until he heard the sobs behind the maniacal screaming of the hostage taker and the woman begging for help pleading for the life of her unborn child. It struck a cord in him and Max was determined to save everyone, to save her. In the midst of the chaos after storming the house Max ended delivering the baby of Nicole Henry. From the time he looked into her eyes and the face of the newborn, something shifted in his life. He wanted to show her every man wasn’t cruel and used their hands to abuse. Max was never one to believe in love at first sight but it hit him like a lightning bolt. Nicole and the baby needed tender loving care and he was the man to give it.
BUY Now Link SWAT Chronicles “Wicked “ Book 1
Contest of the Day: Comment to win a copy of One Tough Cop. Contest closes at Midnight. Good Luck!
Not the Emerald City Oz, but the Down Under Oz. Traditionally, Australia doesn’t celebrate Halloween but by nature, we Aussies aren’t that much into tradition (unless it involves the game of cricket), which means Halloween in Australia is gaining momentum. Big time.
Last year, the Couper house bought not one but TWO pumpkins and carved them into spooky faces. Well, one Jack Skellington face and one demon-suffering-from-constipation face. While we still have a way to go with our Halloween-celebrating techinique, what we lack in experience we make up for in enthusiasm.
This year the Couper house will be carving FOUR pumpkins (FYI: we Aussies tend to use pumpkins to make scones and soup, not scary nighttime lights but then we really do do things differently down here *grin*). Those four pumpkins are going to become Dark Vader (The Husband’s choice), Ooogie Boogie (my choice), Professor Snape (my none-year old daughter, Peanut’s choice) and a girl ghost (my six-year old daughter, the Demon Princess’s choice). Last year we also dressed up and handed out lollies (what we call candy down here). This year, the lolly-distribution will be taking a back seat to Thor 2, which opens here on October 31st).
But seriously, if I have to chose between dressing up like the Wicked Witch of Oz or drooling at Chris Hemsworth for two and a half hours, I’m afraid Halloween loses out. Sorry, spooks and ghouls
Here’s a snippet from one of my first erotic horror books, Timeless Wrath. To win both it and it’s follow-up, Endless Lust, read the snippet below and tell me your favourite line.
Beatrice “Ricki” Sullivan is every man’s fantasy.
Drop-dead gorgeous, she exudes a sensuality none can ignore. More than just a stunning face and body, she’s intelligent, kind, gentle…and madly, inexplicably in love with Evron, a man she’s known mere hours.
Evron McKenzie is troubled, struggling with undeniable anger that scorches through his veins. And the irrational feeling he is someone else, something more. Someone rich, powerful…someone to fear. But in Ricki’s arms, Evron may have finally found his place in the world. At last he is at peace.
So who is the seductive redhead who invades Evron’s dreams? Why does she urge him to touch a mysterious sculpture—a sculpture that seems to radiate death and sin? How can she make him hornier than he’s ever been in his life with just a look, and at the same time turn his anger into bloody, murderous rage? And, more frighteningly, why can’t he resist her?
Reader Advisory: Sex and violence abound in this terrifically intense tale; big-girl pants definitely required.
Evron moved, the pull in his soul guiding him up the stairs.
The distant streetlights outside his home cast a dull yellow glow through the windows, long shadows leaping up the walls of the hallway beside him as he strode past his bedroom, heading for the loft stairs. His studio filled the small third floor—an easel, drawing board, his Mac, printer, an old over-stuffed lounge and a bar fridge full of bottled water.
And now, something else. Something he could feel in his blood.
Something new. Yet something very, very old.
He took the steps two at a time, the voice in his head whispering words he didn’t understand. The closer he came the more pervasive it became. Until, at the studio door, the whispers were screams of ecstatic triumph. INJA AL, N!
Hand steady, heart hammering, Evron closed his fingers around the doorknob, the metal like molten iron under his flesh. Unbearable pain singed his palm, lashed up his arm, but he could not pull away. How could he? When the voice commanded him to come, come, come here NOW!
With the acrid smell of burning flesh stinging his sinuses, he turned the knob and entered his studio.
His work area no longer existed. Where once sat a desk, computer and drawing board now hung a sculpture. A sculpture of a naked woman unlike any he’d ever seen.
At least as tall as himself, it hung from a beam of twisted wood spearing the breadth of the attic ceiling. Four metal chains, thick and undeniably old, knotted around the beam in the centre of its width, each length seemingly covered in a grimy filth that made him think of the bars in the Kings Cross holding cell.
He stared, unable to comprehend what his eyes told him to be true.
A sculpture. A fucking great big sculpture hung from his ceiling. As if some mad artist had set up an installation piece in his studio. A sculpture of a naked woman carved from blood-red marble suspended above the floor by the four metal chains. A sculpture of a naked woman crisscrossed by shining black chains wider than his wrist, each one binding her sublime body into a position of imprisoned, sexual subjugation, her arms behind her back, her wrists crossed over each other and chained to her ankles, her back bowed to thrust her full, high breasts forward. A sculpture of a woman created by the artist to be a creature of sexual slavery, her eyes closed, her lips parted wider, her legs spread wide so as to let one thick chain snaking her right thigh sink into the perfectly formed folds of her sex.
A sculpture that seemed to eat up the warmth of the room, leaving him chilled and shivering, and yet at the same time coated in a sweat that felt like rivulets of boiling water.
His throat squeezed tight, his mouth grew dry. His balls grew heavy. “Holy fuck!”
A low and soulless chuckle filled his head. There is nothing holy about me, Custodian.
A wave of blistering heat smashed over him, as if someone had thrown open the door to a furnace. Or the gates of Hell. He staggered backward, ass colliding with the door he’d just stepped through. Its edge rammed against his tailbone, black stars of agony exploding in his head even as his feet lost their battle with stability and he fell to the floor. The wooden floorboards slammed against his ass cheeks like bands of molten iron, flooding his body with new pain.
Yet Evron didn’t take any notice.
Because at the very moment his butt hit the floor, a woman appeared. The woman. As if somehow stepping from the sculpture itself. Materializing from the blood-red marble in the same way smoke is born from fire.
Evron’s mouth worked but no sound came out. He gaped up at her, heart thumping so savagely he felt the bones of his breastplate would splinter any moment now.
The woman stepped closer, eyes blacker than pitch fixed on him. Salaam, Custodian.
The words sounded in his head, a timbre so deep every hair on his body trembled. He knew it came from her, yet her lips—the colour of fresh blood—didn’t move.
He tried to swallow but his throat seemed coated in dust. A deafening beat hammered in his ears and it was only when he planted his hands to them he realized it was his own frantic pulse. Holy shit! What the hell…?
The woman approached, long legs carrying her across the short distance with a serpentine grace that made his skin crawl. Hair the colour of hellfire tumbled from her head and over her shoulders in a wild mane, drawing his stunned gaze from her shining, ink-black eyes to a voluptuously luscious body so perfect in creation Evron’s chest constricted in hot pain. God, who was this woman? And why was she familiar?
Not God, Custodian. Although He does know me. That deep, soulless chuckle sounded in his head again as black, pupil-free eyes caressed him. I must say, her voice murmured in his head, He is never as happy to see me as you are now though.
A feathering sensation caressed Evron’s stomach, as if hot fingers brushed his skin and he looked down, seeing nothing but his naked torso and open jeans, his cock jutting from his unzipped fly in an erection that defied physical possibility.
Yes. The word whispered through his shell-shocked mind, glee turning it to a low purr. This is more like it.
A breath of blistering heat fanned his cock, and—as Evron lay sprawled against the door, incapable of moving, stunned beyond the capacity of rational thought—a pair of invisible lips closed around its throbbing length and began to suck.
He snapped into a rigid arc, his eyes slamming shut, a sharp hiss passing his clenched teeth. Formless fingers raked over his splayed thighs, tearing lines into his flesh despite the material of his jeans, scoring a path to balls already ready to explode. Snaring their swollen shape in a grip neither gentle nor kind. “Jesus!” Evron cried, pleasure tearing through his limbs.
The son of the carpenter? The woman’s voice rolled through his fevered mind even as her unseen tongue rolled around his pulsating cock. He is not here. But if you prefer the male form…
A shimmer flashed behind Evron’s clenched eyelids, a blurring of form and colour, and an image of a man filled his head. Michelangelo’s David—the embodiment of human perfection—smiled at him, lifting his right hand to suck on the extended middle finger as he gripped his own turgid cock with his left.
A surge of lust—hot and greedy—roared through Evron and a strangled groan burst from his lips.
The vaporous mouth gobbling on his shaft plunged deeper down his length. The throaty chuckle he was already beginning to dread echoed in his mind. Interesting. It seems Darius’ tastes run strong in your blood. A force of pressure slid along the sweating space between his balls and his ass. Something that felt like a finger of liquid fire pressed on the tightly puckered hole. Pressing, pressing…in.
Exquisite pain flooded through Evron. He slammed his bunched fists against the wall. Once. Twice. Waves of raw pleasure ricocheted through him, from cock to balls to ass and back to cock again. He stamped his heel on the floor, teeth clenched. “Oh God. Oh God!”
So the cunt in your bed is just a pretence.
An image of the sleeping Ricki smashed into Evron’s head, shattering the image of Michelangelo’s David masturbating. Utterly. With a snarl of contempt, he sprang to his feet, the pressure on his cock and ass disappearing immediately. “Fuck you!” He bit back a low growl, glaring at the woman from the sculpture. She still stood beside the sculpture, as if she hadn’t moved toward him at all, her fingertips stroking one of the thick chains suspended from the ceiling, her eyes shimmering black flames.
One fiery-red eyebrow arched and her mouth twitched. Temper, temper.
“Who the fuck are you?” He bared his teeth in a snarl of disgust, fury razing the lingering filaments of pleasure in his groin. “And what the fuck is going on?”
The woman’s blood-red lips curled in a slow smile, pointed fangs glinting in the dim light of the attic. I am Shahla, Evron McKenzie. I am the sculpture. I am wrath. I am the Daemon Form.” She came closer without a step, pitiless eyes boring into his mind, her heat wrapping around him like the arms of a lover. “And,” she said aloud, her voice like a dying breath, “I am yours.”
Hot Seat with Renea Mason
13 Days of Halloween Edition
I put out some Halloween oriented Petit Fours and some wine. I signal for the tuxedo clad Cabana Men to bring her in. Once she’s settled under the spotlight I get the interview started.
1) Happy Halloween! Will you be dressing up this holiday? Or do you just relax and admire all the costumes?
RM: Happy Halloween to you too! Thanks for having me.
I’m not much for costumes, but I do love admiring how creative people can be.
SI: Me too! And you’re very welcome!
2) Your latest release Symphony of Light and Winter seems like the perfect book to curl up with and read while celebrating Halloween; A lover who comes back from the dead, sexiness, six sex mysterious men with a supernatural secret…. *clears throat* I it hot in here? Moving on, what can you tell us about Cyril, why should he be considered an Ultimate Halloween Hero?
RM: Well… Cyril is the calumniation of all things supernatural. He’s a god-like, sometime sprouts wing like an angel, casts magic like a wizard, has fangs and leads a cabal of sexy otherworldly men.
He believes his existence has in someway sparked the greatest paranormal legends throughout time.
3) Your heroine Linden has a pretty cool gift of reading people. If you had her ability how would you use it during Halloween?
RM: I’m too pretty good at reading people, but just like Linden every now and then I’m thrown for a loop. Halloween is all about wearing the mask, perhaps putting away the lens and simply pretending is the best approach.
SI: That’s an interesting take on it!
4) If you could be any Halloween Femme Fatale: Elvira, the Bride of Frankenstein, A vampire who would you be?
RM: Oooo… That’s a tough one. I think… Morticia Adams from the Adam’s Family. Great family and passionate husband–who could ask for more?
SI: I LOVE Morticia! The Adams family rocks!
5) What would you say are your favorite Halloween treats? Ones you can only get during this time of year.
RM: Anything chocolate – Nestle Crunch, Milk Duds, Rollos
Thank goodness it’s only once per year.
SI: And now I want some chocolate, lol.
6) Werewolf, vampire or other? Who would you say is the Ultimate Halloween Creature of the Night?
RM: I was raised on Anne Rice so vampires are always at the top of the list. There is something so powerful about a creature that can make someone beg for death. The seductive nature of the vampire increases their deadliness.
SI: Vampires were my doorway drug to the paranormal, lol.
7) What would you say is your perfect Halloween night? Costume? Giving out candy or watching scary movies with your honey on the couch, popcorn and wine at hand?
RM: After a night of trick or treating with the kids, a large glass of wine while curled up on the couch while watching “The Shining.”
8) If you were dropped into Linden and Cyril’s world which of the six guys would you pick and why?
RM: I would say Cyril, but his curse would make that impossible. So of the remaining six… Overton. He’s sexy, sophisticated, kind, loyal, but still lethal.
SI: Overton sounds dreamy!
9) What do you have coming up that we can put on our must buy lists.
RM: Set to hit before the holidays, is a short story called The Impostor’s Kiss. It’s about Cyril’s time in seventeenth century Scotland. It can be read as a stand-alone story or as a supplement to the Symphony of Light Series. There are subtle ties to Book Two in the Series, which is tentatively titled Between the Waters. The second novel is still in progress but look for it first or second quarter next year.
SI: So. Can’t. Wait!
10) Please tell us where we can find you on the internet.
Thank you so much for wanting to do this Halloween inspired Hot Seat.
RM: Thank you so much for having me!
SI: Thank you for agreeing!
One woman. Seven men. All bound by one man’s undying devotion.
Fundraiser Linden Hill has a knack for reading people. She always knows which conversations will put a prospect at ease, which drink will loosen a patron’s lips—or his wallet, and how cleavage will make a donor sweeten the deal. She’s even foreseen her dateless weekends four hundred and sixty-four times in a row.
But ten years after watching life drain from her former mentor’s and first love’s eyes, her skills for divining the predictable are lost. When Cyril returns, he’s still gorgeous, but this time he’s beyond human, far less dead, and pissed. His lack of memory drives him to desperate acts, and his turbulent re-acquaintance with Linden pulls her into his war with a creature hell-bent on his destruction. His group of six supernatural men share a tantalizing secret, but despite the hunger, it’s love that leads her to sacrifice everything to save him…
Love Paranormal Romance? Some readers have described it as Fifty Shades meets Twilight and the Black Dagger Brotherhood. While others say it reminds them of the Night Huntress or Dark Hunter series’. But most agree it’s unlike any paranormal romance they’ve read. What do you think?
About the author
Renea Mason writes steamy romances to help even out the estrogen to testosterone imbalance caused by living in a house full of men.
When she isn’t putting pen to paper crafting sensual stories filled with supernatural lovers, she spends time with her beyond-supportive husband, two wonderful sons and three loving but needy cats.
She is also a founding member of the Coffee Talk Writers. http://coffeetalkwriters.com/
Thank you to all my current and future readers.
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A short excerpt to whet your appetite.
18 + Mature content
My amusement was interrupted by the absolute last thing I needed. Cyril. As if being in a room with a bunch of men who wanted me but didn’t know why and hated me for it wasn’t bad enough. In his black custom suit, he radiated power. He pulled at his cuff links as he stopped to survey the room.
Instead of trying to make my escape, I seized an opportunity to antagonize him. I was really starting to enjoy tormenting him.
“Good morning, Grim, it is nice of you to join us.”
“Grim. Ha! She called him Grim.” Rhys clapped his hands as he laughed.
Cyril didn’t acknowledge me or Rhys’s comment. He stood there for a very long time and looked around the room at each man. Nobody met his gaze but me. Cyril’s fists clenched at his side, jaw tight, and face furious.
“I warned all of you,” he addressed the room. He didn’t growl but rather wrapped his words with a subtle menace.
“Leave them alone. You know this is entirely your fault. If you would just think things through, you’d stop fucking everything up. I do have to say, of
all your fuckups, this one is certainly the most impressive and entertaining from my perspective.” I winked at Overton, who managed to glare at me even with his head practically bowed. Why were they so fucking subservient to him?
The next thing I knew, I was yanked from my seat and hoisted onto the counter. Cyril grabbed my ass and pulled me to the edge, forced my legs open, and stepped between them. He wrapped his arms around me and placed his head against mine. It wasn’t his voice I heard but rather his mind. It felt like when I talked to myself but somehow I knew it was him. Strange, he had tone and inflection while communicating.
“You need to stop showing off in front of my men. Yes, I fucked up, but do you really want them to give in to their urges? Do you think you can fend them off? I could toss you to them and see how far you get. Is that what you want? Maybe I should let them have their way with you and pull up a chair to watch. I want you to think about something before you start to defy me. I’m the only one who can keep you safe. So it’s best you stop being a smart-ass for five seconds and listen to me. I’m going to do something that will piss you off. I’m warning you now it’s for your own good. You need to go along with it, no matter how angry you are at me. Don’t fight me. I’ll try to fix this but until then, I need to take a few precautions.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond. If I thought something, could he hear me? Was this two-way communication? I tried to push him away.
He tightened his grip and his voice was in my head again.
“Stop it! Let me remind you that I have a special connection with these men. Not only can I read their thoughts but I can’t block them. I don’t have to try to receive them. I know exactly what each person in this room, besides you of course, is thinking right now.”
So that’s what Overton meant when he said Cyril had ways of finding out.
“The thoughts that assaulted me when I entered this room would make a porn star blush; every one of their little fantasies featured you.”
The voice growled. “Don’t laugh. I won’t pretend I’m not jealous and angry. I am. But if you knew the things they were thinking you’d better understand why I need to do what I’m about to do. Do you see Dominic over there? Let’s just say his tastes run a little dark. Ever spend considerable time naked with your hands bound behind your back and a ball gag in your mouth? He’s picturing you that way, this very instant.”
I stiffened. That didn’t at all appeal to me.
“Thor seems to think that you’d enjoy all of us taking you at the same time.”
And he seemed so quiet and sweet.
“Sinclair wants to shove his cock down your throat until you choke, all the while telling you how it’s your entire fault. Rhys is thinking of how you would look sprawled out on the hood of his new sports car, and Overton…”
“NO!” I yelled.
It seemed like a violation of privacy with Overton. Unlike the others, I considered him a friend. I respected him too much.
“See, like it or not, I’m going to tell you what he’s thinking since it pisses me off the most. He thinks I’m going to fuck you right here on this counter, to lay my claim. Once he gets past the fantasies of watching me fuck you, which he finds exceptionally arousing…”
There was a momentary pause to the voice and when he started again, he was angry.
“He then knocks on your bedroom door after you run crying from the room. You invite him in and he holds you in his arms while you cry about how I violated and humiliated you. He wants to comfort you. He wants to be your savior. He wants to save you from me. But he knows he can’t.”
I felt the moment he left my head, because a sudden wave of dizziness came over me.
With no more words, he tilted his head and placed his lips against mine. I fought the rigidity that tried to seize my body. I knew it was best to give in. I wouldn’t fight him, but I knew every time he got close, I ran the risk of losing myself. I was still way too angry to just give up.
His lips danced with mine as he nestled himself between my open thighs.
Was Overton right? How far would he take it? If it did go too far, would I be able to stop him? He was such a fucking weakness for me I honestly didn’t think I would.
He was gentle and softly stroked my back as his tongue made love to my mouth. With one hand he cupped my ass and pulled me flush against him, and with the other he reached up, cupped my breast, and squeezed hard. His kiss grew frantic and I became caught up in the sensation, forgot where I was, and that I had an audience. He pushed me hard against his erection as he rubbed himself rhythmically against my core. “You are mine. You belong to me. Now say it! Let them all know who you belong to.”
Was he kidding? I hesitated.
He ran his fangs up the side of my neck in warning. He whispered in my ear, “Say it. You need to say it. Let them hear it come from your lips.” His hand drifted from my breast to the hem of my nightgown and pulled up one side so it rested in the crease where my leg met my hip.
Somehow the part of me that knew he was right surfaced, and the stubborn part of me took a momentary vacation. If I was his, they wouldn’t dare defy him. It would keep me safe.
His fingers toyed with the edge of my panties before tugging the fabric to the side to allow him to stroke my moist skin. He positioned himself at the juncture between my legs, allowing my naked flesh to gather friction from his cloth-covered cock.
“Yes, Cyril, I’m yours.”
With that, he struck. His fangs pierced my neck. The second of pain from his bite passed and the pleasure grew, igniting my veins with liquid desire. One arm tightened around me, pulling me harder
against his cock. The other held my head while he sucked harder. Each pull he took was linked to the sensitive place between my legs. He ground his hips into mine and I moaned. The first wave of climax hit, tensing muscles and pushing my breath out in a rush. This was new. He could do this just by biting me?
I shook in his arms as he drank. Tremor after tremor seized me as he took his fill. I was so caught up in the sensation I only vaguely noticed the moans and growls that escaped from behind his teeth. With one final pull, and a thrust of his hips, he finished with a crushing embrace as he removed his teeth from my neck.
“Mine!” he roared. He enveloped me in his arms and held me close. He dipped his head to lick closed the small punctures on my throat.
I threw my head back. My breathing slowed as the cloud that had invaded my head receded.
Son of a bitch! I just came in front of everyone while sitting on the kitchen counter!
I was afraid to open my eyes but when I did, he stared back.
He nuzzled my cheek. “I’m sorry. I only want to protect you. If you’re mine, no one will dare touch you. I needed to lay my claim but I didn’t want to take anything you hadn’t already offered. Since you’ve replenished me before I thought this might be more acceptable.”
I was angrier with myself than him.
He caressed my arms and back. When I mustered enough courage to look around, we were the only
people in the kitchen, with the exception of Overton, who stood in the doorway holding the keys to my car.
Cyril softly lifted my chin so that my eyes would meet his. “Again, I’m sorry. I know I end up saying that far too often. But I need you to know, hearing those words from your lips…ah, hell. I can’t even explain it. Perhaps someday, you’ll utter them in truth.”
He placed his forehead against mine, took a deep breath. “Fuck. Maybe Overton is right. Maybe someone should save you from me.”
Hot Seat with Missy Welsh
13 Days of Halloween Edition
Today’s Hot seat is with the lovely Missy Welsh. Today we’ll be discussing werewolves, trying to redefine words, phrases and objects and what she has in store for us in the future. I have the Cabana Men from the pool sector lead her in and settle her down with some wonderful pumpkin brownies and a carafe and mug of hot chocolate. Let the Interview begin!
1) Thank You for wanting to do this Hot Seat Interview. Tell us about your upcoming release?
MW: Thanks so much for having me here today!
So ISHERWOOD is about Cas Maine and Finnegan Webb. They’re both searching for several things missing from their lives, like security, stability, connection and love. Interwoven into their romance is Finn’s nephew’s traumatic past, his sister’s broken heart, their small town’s dying economy putting pressure on everyone, something mystical forcing werewolves into their shifted form, and lots of secrets that will shake up everything.
SI: Sounds like a wonderful multi-layered story.
2) What about werewolves screamed “write me” to you?
MW: I had the idea, “What if something forced a wolf to shift and THEN he found his mate?” So Cas wanders into a small town called Isherwood, is forced to shift, and he’s a “dog” when he meets Finn, his mate. How does Cas get out of his dog suit to get his man? What made Cas shift? And answering those questions led to new questions and complications that, I think, created a really interesting story where being a werewolf was only part of what’s going on.
SI: You’re making me really want this story to be out now.
3) Tell us about the characters. What do we need to know about Isherwood?
MW: Cas is half-human and gay. Those are things that have been historically difficult for wolf society to accept (in this story world). While it is getting better, Cas has only known the prejudice, so he’s cautious whenever he finds himself on a new pack’s territory. In the beginning, he’s really just trudging through life and trying to find a place he can call home.
Finn feels incomplete and helpless in a lot of ways. His last boyfriend walked out on him for a younger model, his nephew has issues, his sister has some too, their little construction company is failing… He’s not on solid ground and he’s struggling every day. When a little dog enters his life, it’s like Finn gets a spark back in his life.
The town of Isherwood has the biggest secret, so I won’t give that away, but it’s a place that saw better days not too long ago and the key to reviving it lies with Cas and especially Finn. Pretty much everyone’s life in this story would be improved if Isherwood was restored.
SI: Sounds like I’m going to be reaching for a tissues. Can’t wait to read it.
4) Would you do more werewolf stories? I know you have another one, that I loved but would you love to dive back into the werewolf world?
MW: I have this 4- or 5-book monstrosity that I’ve been tinkering with for a couple years now that introduces all the VIPs in my werewolf/vampire universe. Technically, the first 3 or so would be prequels to ISHERWOOD and YOURS FOREVER. I think I also have a Buffy-like spinoff story I could explore afterward, but it’s all just fun right now. I won’t move on publishing any part until they are all completed, but oh yeah, there are weres in my future.
5) I was lucky enough to get to read a sneak peek and I adore Cas. You create such wonderful well rounded, beautiful characters. What makes you say yes, I need to write you? What makes a hero Missy worthy?
MW: Oh, that’s a tough one. With most of my characters, I think I start out with one thing that makes me want to dig deeper. For Cas here, I wanted to see him handle the insta-love mates thing when there wasn’t anything insta about it. For Finn, well, he has some secrets he doesn’t even know about that impact his entire family, so rooting those out and discovering the hero in him kept me going.
SI: Sounds like a lot of secrets are going to be spilled. *grins*
6) A little birdie told me, okay, you told me, there were several subplots in this story. Would you say Isherwood is your most complicated story to date?
MW: YES! Lordy, there were THREADS and SUBPLOTS and TWISTS in this thing. As a short story writer from way back, I’m used to writing about 1 to 2 people and their issues in a limited timeframe so watch the clutter, right? Then I get into ISHERWOOD and suddenly I’m diagramming and making lists and waking up out of a dead sleep with thoughts about missing something. Most people will probably read this story and be like, “THIS is complicated? She’s delusional.” But for me, this was epic.
SI: Nope, nope, you’re not alone. It’s part of being an author.
7) Now you know that I’ve accused you of redefining words and phrases, candy cane and docking comes to mind. When writing do you think okay people aren’t going to think of this item/phrase the same way again or are you so into it that you don’t notice?
MW: It really tickles me whenever someone thinks I’m shocking. I’m so not IRL. George’s candy cane cock from AN ANGEL GETS HIS WINGS came from a photo of some young man’s erection that had a definite hook to its profile. Wicked Welsh – because Missy is sweet and would NEVER – wondered what that sort of shape might feel like for his partner…and decided it would be grand! And then Mal cock-docking with Wes in THE DOOR INTO SPRING, well, why not play with a foreskin if you have one? (That was out of “research documentaries” of course.) Honestly, I didn’t think either would make anyone gasp which just goes to show how corrupted I am by this Welsh woman.
SI: Oh sure, blame it on Wicked Welsh, uh huh. I see how this goes. I suppose you’re going to claim that Missy is an angel too?
8) Okay, I’ve gotten that off my chest. Now you know I love your stories, you make me cry, laugh and fall in love with your characters. What story would you say says this is me as an author, this is who I am and this story should be the one you read first?
MW: MY SUMMER OF WES because Mal is me. Not completely me, obviously, but a lot of me went into making him. I’ve experienced bullying, parental apathy, social isolation, and the fear of reaching out because what if no one’s there. By giving Mal everything he’s ever wanted and needed through Wes, I gave myself a Prince Charming and a Happily Ever After. It’s not a perfect story, but my heart went into making it. If you want to know me and my work, read MY SUMMER OF WES.
SI: I heart that story so much.
9) What do you have coming up that we must get our greedy little hands on?
SI: For 2014, I’ve committed to AQP for a ghost story, a May-December, a dragon shifter, and – if I can swing it – I’d like to do a couple sequels for Loose Id. And now that I think of it, some of those are probably going to have you looking differently at spirit possession, twist ties, and baseball bats. Brace yourself, Se!
SI: So much yumminss on the way, can’t wait!
10) Please tell the readers where they can find you on the internet (Website, FB, Twitter, etc.)
Book News Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/vKWLz
Thank you so much for sitting in the Hot Seat. I signal the Cabana Men to lead Missy out to relax by the pool.
Thanks for having me!
Finn’s internal alarm had him waking up at almost six o’clock on the dot, as usual. What was very much not typical was the fact he was wrapped around a naked man. Cas… Finn smiled and cuddled closer, nuzzling into that soft, red hair when he felt it on his nose. He smelled like a spice—cinnamon maybe—but also like a lot of sweaty sex.
The heart-pounding need, that feeling from last night that drove him to plunder and claim, wasn’t there anymore. Finn sighed and held Cas and just knew… He’s mine.
Never before had he fallen so fast for someone. He couldn’t stop thinking that this was crazy and maybe reckless and possibly detrimental to his heart, but… Comfortable, familiar, and…fulfilling too. Finding puzzle pieces or Mister Right—the clichés were real.
Hopefully, Cas felt the same. Please.
Cas made a snuffling-snorting noise and rolled over. Finn lifted his head, watching as Cas fit himself tight against Finn’s chest. Cas’s arms were between them, his hands tucked up under his chin, and his head bowed. When he curled up one leg, Finn raised his up and let Cas have the space between his thighs while Finn’s leg rested on the outside of Cas’s leg. Cas took a deep breath and sighed it out like everything was now perfectly right with his world.
Finn smiled and sighed too, wrapping his arms back around Cas’s head and shoulders. In looking down to kiss Cas’s ear, Finn paused.
At the base of Cas’s neck, right near his shoulder, was a football-shaped bruise. Damn. There were darker points in the bruise from his teeth. Will Cas be pissed? He’d been into it when it happened, asked for it even, but maybe he hadn’t meant for Finn to mark him so deeply. Or publicly since it would be easy to see above the neck of the T-shirts Cas usually wore.
Since Finn was supposed to leave early because of the welcome party—or whatever it was—which had been his compromise for getting to sleep over, he decided to wake Cas up now. Much as he didn’t want to leave at all, well, they had a couple things to work out.
Didn’t mean he couldn’t play a little, of course.
“Cas?” he whispered. Louder, he said, “Oh Cassie.” Nothing. Finn palmed Cas’s butt and gave him some deep squeezes. “Cassie-pie, wake up.”
Cas chuckled, then blinked sleepily at him. “Cassie-pie?”
“Yep. And we’re keeping it because you answered to it.” Finn winked at him.
“Ugh. Bedroom only,” he said with a one-eyed glare.
Finn kissed those puffy, pink lips softly. Cas hummed and his hand roamed Finn’s back, down over his ass, and along his thigh. Keeping the kisses sweet, Finn used his calf to pull Cas closer. Cas made more happy noises and rocked into Finn, their groins rubbing, cocks firming up. Want to wake up every morning just like this.
Finn looked at Cas, his strong, masculine face worry-free and so young like this. But then Cas frowned and sighed.
“You need to go, Finn. Remember?”
Since he’d promised to leave before sunrise and it was well passed that, he took advantage of the time until Cas might notice how light the room was. What could it hurt?
“Just give me a minute or two.” He switched their legs around, so Cas’s was over Finn’s hip, then he massaged that amazing, little ass. “Then I’ll go.”
“A minute or two?” Cas chuckled, but he pressed into Finn’s hand encouragingly.
Finn smiled and nibbled on the pale pink earlobe in front of him. “Want to see how fast I can make you come?”
“Oh fuck.” Cas moaned, now rubbing his thickening cock into Finn’s belly.
Taking that for consent, Finn pressed a finger into him and rubbed back as Cas moaned and seemed to open right up for him. He slid his finger deep and played around in there, loving that soft tightness.
Nope, he didn’t want to. He rolled them over so he was on top and pushed Cas’s knee up onto his shoulder. It had Cas undulating his cock and balls against Finn’s abs while Finn had plenty of room to play with Cas’s hole.
He was sticky with lube and moist from sleeping squished against Finn all night. “Can’t seem to get enough of you,” Finn said before mouthing Cas’s chest, heading for a tight, pink nipple.
Cas said, “Oh God,” but then he went still. His abs contracted against Finn, and now Cas said, “Shit.No.”
Finn looked up and saw Cas’s eyes wide open, something like shock on his face.
“Off,” Cas sort of grunted, shoving at him. “Oh fuck. Get off me, Finn!”
He moved back, his heart rate kicking up. “What’s wrong?”
“No.” Cas clutched at his stomach and rolled to his side. “Not yet.”
“Cas, what’s wrong? Are you in pain? Did I—” Oh Jesus. If I hurt him…
“Finn,” he said, shaking now. “Sorry. So s-sorry.” There was agony in those bright blue eyes before he squeezed them shut.
“Come on, baby,” he begged and touched Cas’s shoulder. “Tell me what’s wrong. Let me help. Please.”
Cas opened his mouth and a sound like a groan came out, but then it went deeper, a growl, as he squeezed his eyes shut and something awful started happening. His skin erupted with red-gold hairs, hisbones moved underneath that, and suddenly, his face elongated, giving him a snout like…
“Oh, Jesus Christ!”
…like a dog. A little, red dog with blue eyes.
Hot Seat Interview with Jodi Redford
13 Days of Halloween Edition
Please Welcome Jodi Redford to the Hot Seat. Jodi is known for her scintillatingly sexy, sweet and funny stories that can touch your heart and have you reaching for the…ice.
I have the Cabana Men set up a comfy leather chair for Jodi, put out the peanut butter cookies and some coffee, and adjust the spotlight. Once everything is set up, I snap my fingers have the dragon Cabana Men lead her in and settle her in her seat.
Ready for the Q&A? Okay, here we go!
Okay, so you are trapped in a cave with a hell hound, demon, dragon and a space pirate who would you choose to help lead you to safety?
JR: What? I have to leave the cave?!? Whhhhhhyyyy? There’s a hell hound, demon, dragon, and space pirate in there! *clings to cave wall*
Okay, if I absolutely have to leave—I dunno, maybe the cave is being redecorated or something—I’d chose the dragon to lead me to safety. Because hello, dragon. Mr. Hot Breath is basically a walking Bic lighter. Will need him for igniting that fire for the search party to find…eventually. >.>
SI: Good choice and don’t forget he can bring you food and keep you…warm at night.
Hey! Stop staring at the leather clad butts of the Cabana Men, pay attention. Okay, you are given handcuffs, a piece of silk and a flogger what do you do with those items?
JR: *Stares a little harder at leather clad butts of the Cabana Men* Hm, I have NO IDEA what I would do with those items. I suppose I could turn the handcuffs into bracelets, and depending on how big the piece of silk is, make a snazzy sarong out of it. The flogger could probably make a nifty hair accessory. I foresee a fashion trend in the works here.
SI: You’d use it for fashion? Are you a pod person? You’re not thinking of using those items for anything dirty? *is shocked*
You are stuck on an island what five things do you hope is stuck with you?
JR: Assuming I still have the handcuffs, piece of silk, and the flogger…the 5 must-haves would be my Ipod (Because I need my music for Disco Night with the Natives), my IPad and perfect internet connection (Because more than an hour without internet and I turn into Jack Nicolson’s character from The Shining. Bad news for the natives.), coffee and my Keurig machine (See explanation for item #2. Very similar outcome.), and last but not least, chocolate. I know that’s technically 6 things, but making me forsake chocolate is cruel and unusual punishment.
SI: *makes mental note to keep axes away from Jodi* Chocolate is it’s own food group and I saw on the internet that it’s also a veggie cause it grew from a plant therefore it’s salad or something.
Space Pirates have kidnapped you. You manage to conquer the Captain and make him your man toy. You have to rename your ship and give yourself a moniker worthy of the Dread Pirate Roberts. What do you name your ship and what is your Pirate name?
JR: Aye, I get kidnapped by space pirates on nearly a weekly basis, so I’ve already put great thought into this one. My ship would of course be the Millennium Penguin, and my pirate name is Runs With Scissors Iron Britches LaRoux. If that isn’t worthy of striking terror into the hearts of pretty much everyone, then I don’t know what is.
SI: Millennium Penguin. We really do share a brain. Running with scissors is very dangerous.
You write some super sexy stories. What makes a hero sexy? What turns you on about them? Other than their dirty, dirty mouths.
JR: Hm, there are so many different aspects that go into making a hero sexy. For me, it has a lot more to do with his personality and how he treats the heroine than anything else. I like a hero with a bit of a wicked sense of humor. It shows that he has a fun side, and doesn’t take himself *too* seriously. I absolutely LOVE a hero who isn’t afraid to talk dirty now and then. But sometimes he doesn’t need to say anything at all. A naughty grin can speak volumes, and leave the heroine wondering exactly what raunchy scenarios are tumbling around in his deliciously dirty mind! Another major turn on for me when it comes to heroes is his ability to make the heroine feel like she’s the center of his universe. When they’re together, she is his complete focus. And I don’t just mean when they’re setting the bed sheets on fire, either. If danger is around the corner, his first priority is guaranteeing her safety. A fiercely protective hero is UBER sexy!
SI: Which is why your heroes are uber awesome!
Your heroines are so awesome, vulnerable but strong and funny and open minded. What inspires you to write such wonderful heroines?
JR: Oh man, you’re making me all sniffly here, Se. I’m so glad you like my heroines. ? Honestly, my main inspiration is probably all of the wonderful women who populate my daily existence and are true heroines in their own right. I truly believe as women, we’re all strong, weak, brave, scared, interesting, flawed, colorful, quirky, beautifully imperfect creatures. That’s a great character goldmine, amiright?
SI: *hands over the tissues* Absolutely! Hear! Hear!
You are a mischievous minx, you know that? What shenanigans has your hell hound gotten you into lately that will turn into a story?
JR: Oh my goddess, that hell hound is a handful, lemme tell you! I don’t care how cute his buns are, they’re getting smacked next time he digs out under my fence again. Do you have any idea the number of questioning looks you get posting a Lost sign for a hell hound? Good grief. Maybe I should just invest in getting an Invisible Fence and be done with it. Hm, as far as shenanigans go, he’s currently trying to talk me into signing up for boxing lessons at the gym. Probably because it’s a convenient excuse for him to hang around and ogle women in skimpy bra tops and shorts. We shall see what insanity brews with this endeavor.
SI: Boxing lessons? Is that a bit dangerous? Or maybe he’s trying to convince you to write a boxing hero story? Could be worse, he could’ve talked you into trying MMA!
What is your ideal unwinding day after finishing a story? Do you just veg out or get cracking on a new story ASAP?
JR: Usually an 18 hour nap sounds fantastic after wrapping up a story. Sadly, this rarely gets to happen. Instead I usually spend a few hours going over the million emails I’ve been neglecting during deadline. Once that’s out of the way, I’ll usually reread the story yet again because I’m obsessive that way. Once it’s deemed acceptable, I’ll shoot it over to my editor, and then immediately read the book again, whereas I find five typos and at least two unfortunate instances of using “balling” rather than “bawling”. Every. Frickin. Time.
Lately I’ve been working on back to back deadlines, so usually that means jumping right into the next book that’s due. This is actually good though, because I can rarely make my muse sit on an idea for more than a few days anyway.
SI: Don’t worry, I get taut and taunt mixed up. Ugh. Stupid n! That’s awesome, my muse is a scattershot, she’s all over the place with ideas.
What stories can we look forward from you that will go on our auto-buy list?
JR: Well, my next release is Three Ways to Wicked. It’s the first in a brand spanking new series, and features a scorching M/M/F romance between friends. One of which happens to be one of those gloriously dirty mouthed heroes I’m so fond of. Then sometime next year we’ll see Triple Knockout hit the cyber shelves. It’s another super smexy M/M/F ménage centered around two boxers and the little sister of their best friend. Forbidden love and men who know a thing or two about ropes. What’s not to love? After that, I’ll be working on the next That Old Black Magic book, as well as a super seekrit project with a certain someone. LOTS of fun stuff in the pipeline!
SI: So excited!
Please tell everyone where they can find you on the interwebs.
My author website: http://www.jodiredford.com
Author blog: http://www.jodiredford.blogspot.com
Thank You so much for sitting in the Hot Seat. I let the Cabana Men lead Jodi out to the spa. Hopefully they’ll give her some plot bunny worth inspiration.
Something dead this way comes…
That Old Black Magic, Book 1
For ten long years Griffin Trudeau has managed to keep his paws off Jemma Finnegan, best friend and leading star of his kinkiest fantasies. As her appointed cat familiar, indulging those fantasies with the delectable witch is strictly forbidden. But when Jemma shows up at his door with seduction in mind, control goes right out the window.
Too late he realizes making love to Jemma is the trigger that launches a zombie apocalypse.
Jemma’s been dealt a double whammy: she’s just discovered she’s a witch. And Griff has been hiding whiskers and a tail. Oh, and if her life wasn’t crazy enough, a dead voodoo queen needs her blood to raise a legion of zombies.
There’s one plan that might work to increase Jemma’s powers so she can put an end to the looming holocaust. A sexy threesome with Griff and Logan Scott, a werewolf familiar with a history of rubbing Griff’s fur the wrong way. A cat and a wolf playing nice, much less sharing? It’ll take a miracle.
A witch, tiger and wolf doing naughty things. A dead voodoo queen doing evil things. And zombies doing zombie things. Get your shovels ready.
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“So what’s going on in there?”
Logan propped his elbow against the frame, giving her a close-up view of his barbed-wire tat. Now that she thought about it, the symbolism seemed appropriate. Tangling with the lusty werewolf was bound to leave a few scratches. “Just Clarissa taking care of some coven business. Nothing for you to worry your pretty little head over, darlin’.”
She narrowed her eyes. “That managed to be both evasive and sexist.”
“Damn, and here I wasn’t even tryin’.” He chuckled. Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, she reached around him for the doorknob. He scooted sideways, forcing her hand to smack into his abdomen instead. His bare, firm-as-marble abdomen. Her fingertips brushed the warm hollow of skin resting just above the low rise of his button fly. Sucking in a sharp breath, she yanked her arm away and shuffled back several steps.
“Don’t stop now. Things were just getting interesting.”
“I, uh, just have to go and…um…yeah.” She spun and stumbled in the direction of the kitchen before she did something really stupid, like follow the silky trail of hair disappearing beneath the waistband of Logan’s jeans. With her tongue. That thought sent her tripping through the entry of the kitchen. She jerked to a halt when she spotted Griff in front of the stove, stirring the contents of a large stockpot. He was notably shirtless too, which put the mouthwatering expanse of his back on dazzling display. She stared at the muscles shifting beneath all that golden, velvety skin, her suspicions bubbling. It was too damn weird and convenient that both Logan and Griff were standing around half naked all of a sudden. Unless some devious shirt monster was making its rounds in the neighborhood, there was definitely something afoot.
And where was everyone else, anyway? She craned her neck, scoping the dining alcove for signs of Ms. Peach or Gloria.
“Hey, baby. You’re just in time for a taste test.”
She whipped her head around at Griff’s zippy tone. Now she knew something was up. Griff didn’t do chipper, particularly not thirty minutes after snarling at her like a pissed-off Tony the Tiger. “What the hell is going on?”
Griff tried for a guileless look. Oh yeah, he didn’t do innocent well either. “I’m getting lunch ready.”
“Without your shirt on?”
“It’s hot in here.”
Well…that was certainly true. Even without Griff’s muscle-icious torso making her girl parts all warm and tingly, there was no denying the temperature in the kitchen hovered between muggy and melt-your-panties-off miserable.
Griff dug a spoon out of the drawer and ladled some of the sauce he’d been stirring. “Tell me if this needs anything.”
Her intuition warning her to be on the lookout for any sneakiness, she hesitantly crossed to the industrial-sized, stainless-steel stove. She tried to wrestle the spoon from Griff, but he insisted on feeding her the concoction himself. Almost from the instant the tapestry of flavors met her tongue, a seductive ripple of heat unfurled inside her, tightening her nipples beneath the sundress’s snug, smocked bodice. Griff’s thumb traced the outline of her lower lip. Holding her gaze, he lifted his finger and slowly licked it clean. If the humidity didn’t melt the crotch of her panties, Griff demonstrating his perfect oral skills sure as hell would.
“What do you think? A pinch more salt and pepper?”
She stared into Griff’s dark-as-sin pupils. Clearly he was waiting for her to answer, but damn if she could concentrate on anything beyond the flush of arousal making her dizzy with hunger. Only it wasn’t food she was lusting for at the moment. Knees wobbling, she clutched the counter. “W—what’s in that sauce?”
“Butter, egg, milk. The usual Béchamel ingredients.”
Sure, and a liberal dash of horny goat weed and Viagra thrown in for good measure. She had no idea why Griff was trying to get her juiced up for sex. He knew damn well that all he had to do was breathe and she’d gladly tackle him to the floor and ride him until they were both properly yippee-ki-yayed out. Which left only one possibility.
He was about to spring some hellaciously scary sexual request on her. If a midget and a monkey strolled in right now, she was so out of th—
“Looks like the party is revving into high gear.” Logan ambled into the kitchen, his expression wicked and wolfish.
Her focus shifted between the two gorgeous specimens of male flesh on decadent display, and the puzzle pieces began locking together. Oh, sweet Jesus. Her heart frantically tap dancing, she snatched the embroidered dishtowel resting on the counter and blotted her perspiring forehead. Either the heat and the sauce were getting to her, or Griff and Logan. More than likely, all four.
She shot Griff an accusing glare. “Now I get it. You think the three of us having sex will fix everything, and I won’t have to worry about Nettie luring me to the dark side. Did it even occur to you to give me a say in this decision?”
Griff thunked the spoon on the stovetop before giving her his full attention. “Christ, do you honestly think you wouldn’t get a say? Damn it, you know I’d never force you into doing anything you don’t want.”
She plunked one hand on her hip and waved the other hand at the stockpot. “But you weren’t averse to a little cheating, courtesy of your pasta à la sex sauce.”
“I just wanted you to feel more comfortable. Relaxed.”
“Turned on,” she added, arching a brow.
A guilty flush spread from Griff’s jaw to his cheeks. Chuffing a laugh, Logan joined them at the stove. “Catman had good intentions, sugar. The potion in the sauce is designed to loosen inhibitions and supersensitize erogenous zones you didn’t even know you had.” He flicked a glance in Griff’s direction. “Maybe you better give her a demonstration.”
She snorted. “Trust me, he already did.”
Logan’s mouth curled in wicked devilment. “You only got a small taste of the potion’s capabilities. To truly appreciate its gift to the fullest, you need to ingest it in a more…intimate manner.” Before she knew what he was up to, Logan unlaced the ties securing the sundress to her shoulders and pushed the bodice down, exposing her breasts. Gasping, she shot him a startled look. He awarded her a crooked smile. “Don’t worry, you’re gonna enjoy this.”
Something warm and sticky stroked her nipples. She jumped at the unexpected sensation, her gaze shooting to Griff’s sauce-coated fingers as they painted her areolas with the creamy substance. He lowered his head and followed the path of his fingers with his tongue, sparking a new conflagration of fire inside her. She shivered and Griff peered up at her, his eyes blazing. Curving an arm around her waist, he stood and claimed her mouth in a hot, devouring kiss. He tasted of Béchamel and exotic spice. Of magic and sex. She wrapped her fingers in his hair, tugging him closer, ravenous for more. Their tongues rasped in a mating dance and she wiggled against him, her nipples aching for the sumptuous devotion of Griff’s mouth.
Logan’s knuckles skated the length of her spine. “Noticing the effects yet?” She mewled a response and he chuckled. “Excellent.” He worked the dress over her hips and the garment floated to her feet. His feather-light touch skimmed above the elastic of her bikini, teasing the dimples near her tailbone. She arched against Logan’s hand, her knees turning to jelly when he palmed her ass and gave it a good squeeze. He snuggled close behind her, so close she easily detected the hard ridge of his erection suggestively rubbing into her. “I’ve got something for ya, darlin’.”
Oh yeah. No mistaking that.
Griff’s mouth trailed to the crook of her neck, and something soft and silky caressed her cheek. She reached for the fabric, but Logan swept it behind her head.
“Not yet. First I want something in return.”
She licked her lips, a hot liquid rush of excitement pulsing low in her belly. “What?”
“A taste.” Logan’s teeth scraped her earlobe, making her breath stutter. He moved lower and tongued the pulse point beneath her ear. “Same as you gave Catman.”
A whimper escaped her and Logan tilted her head, his fingers tunneling in her hair as his lips glided along hers. Sucking her tongue into his mouth, he gave her a sneak peek at the devastation he could wreak on her body. If she let him. The question was, would she?
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13 Days of Halloween
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Demon Hunter 3: A Very Demon Halloween
by Evanne Lorraine
Duec, head of the demon hunters and La Ceinture Noire’s owner, is master of all he surveys, except fate. Death shadows him, drawing closer each day. A different foreboding whispers of danger to Belinda, the damaged halfling he’s sworn to protect. He’s waited a lifetime for her. She’s the other half of his soul, a true submissive too wounded to accept him as her master. He must make her safe from his enemies without him.
Unable to tolerate another’s dominance, Belinda, contract witch to the demon hunters, plays at Duec’s club as an icy Domme. She earned her nickname, Control Queen by giving other submissives the discipline they need to find release without ever seeking personal satisfaction. No matter how skillfully she manages her subs, the only male she longs for never sees the strong mistress she’s grown into, only the frightened, damaged child he rescued.
Then his enemies strike, capturing Belinda–changing everything. A failing Duec must battle ancient evil to save his mate and Belinda must find Duec before it’s too late.
Note:This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, and material that some readers may find objectionable: BDSM elements, violence.
Belinda gave an exaggerated shudder and turned to Holly. “You’re so much braver than I would ever be. I can’t even imagine getting naked in front of this crowd.”
Or anywhere else, for that matter. No one needs to see the scars under my leather.
“There’s no courage required. I just stand there and follow Colin’s orders.” Holly’s thick blonde lashes dropped, and her fair skin pinked becomingly. “Nude is fine, because my obedience pleases Colin, but I’d love to wear a pair of boots like yours.”
“No way.” Colin shook his head. “Not in public. You’d cause a riot in those shoes. I have to think about crowd control.”
Holly smiled at the implied compliment. “Yes, Sir.”
“It’s almost showtime.” Colin’s voice deepened.
“I’ll try to catch part of your demonstration. Better move along before your fans get restless.” Belinda made a shooing motion at the couple.
Holly sketched a wave over her shoulder as Colin propelled her toward the glass-enclosed, center scene room. It was hard not to be envious of their mutual devotion. Belinda shook off the mood-dampening petty jealousy on her way to the bar. Colin and Holly were perfect together. She couldn’t imagine either of them with anyone else. She found a vacant seat, tucked her toy bag under it, and then perched her butt on top of the padded stool.
Ramon, another demon hunter and super-popular Dom, worked the bar. He made his way over to where she waited. There were seven demon hunters, not counting Duec. Each one different, but they were all hot and hunky. She fully enjoyed the view while he prowled toward her.
“What can I get for you, beautiful?”
“A little respect and a diet cola, easy on the ice,” she said with enough bite to remind him she wasn’t one of his human groupies.
“Gotcha covered, Ma’am.” He winked at her with no sign of repentance.
Copyright © Evanne Lorraine
Heaven Sent: Sly Spectral Trick
By Jet Mykles
Chris is warding the house against ghosts? Huh? Darien’s pretty sure Chris is pulling his leg, but his dignified lawyer lover seems awfully serious when he tells Darien that there’s a history of ghosts in his family and he needs to ward the house before Samhain officially starts. His grandmother even calls to make sure he’s doing it.
They’re kidding, right?
When he finds out the truth, it’s better, and sexier, than he could’ve imagined.
Note:This book contains elements that may be objectionable to some readers: m/m sex practices.
Chris faced him for a moment. He opened his mouth, then shut it. Light glinted on the light frames of his square glasses. Then he laughed, but it was forced. And brief. “All right, magpie. You got me.” He turned back to continue painting.
Darien’s laughter died. “Chris, quit it.”
“Everything will be fine if you let me finish.”
He pushed from the doorframe, fisting his hands at his sides. “Quit it. I’m not falling for it.”
“You mentioned that.”
“All right. Tell me why you’re warding against ghosts.”
Chris used a knuckle to push his glasses up higher on his nose before he resumed drawing patterns. “My family is descended from druids. As such, we’re rather attractive to ghosts.”
Darien fell back a step, eyes wide on his lover. “What?”
Chris shrugged, never taking his eyes off the window. He paused, fingers in the air, painting patterns.
He held up one long finger toward Darien, then resumed his air painting, muttering to himself as he stared intently at the pane of glass before him.
Darien was starting to get a bad feeling about this.
When Chris stopped muttering, he turned to force a smile at Darien. “Don’t worry about it, magpie. Nothing will happen if I can finish this.” He came back to stand before Darien. He used a knuckle to tilt Darien’s face up, bestowing a light, lingering kiss on Darien’s lips. “Why don’t you take a shower and I’ll finish, then we can carve pumpkins and you can make me watch that deplorable slasher movie you wanted to watch.”
Copyright © Jet Mykles
Match Game: Ghost Style
By Cynnara Tregarth
Dia de los Muertos, the Day of the Dead is here. For Ben Cameron, this holiday is painful without his best friend, Manuel “Manny” Cervantes.
For Shari Livingston, this is a day to remember just how much Manny has done for all of their friends. She never expects Manny to appear at the Dumb Supper she and the others have put together or to demand that she and Ben admit their true feelings for one another.
However, Manny the ghost isn’t about to let them get away with just sleeping together to make him happy. He knows more about them than they want to admit even to themselves. Can this matchmaking ghost get Ben and Shari together or will he be forced to play the ultimate match game to show the love between them both?
Note:This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable. This story was previously released in Spirited.
Closing her eyes briefly, Shari listened to his heart, allowing herself to see if he was lying to her. His pulse was steady, there were no other telltale signs of lying, and she wanted to believe him. She had wanted him just as much as he wanted her. Why not give into one night of passion? Tonight could celebrate the joy of life after losing someone like Manny, who brought love and life into each person he touched. Opening her eyes, she nodded briefly. “Fine. One night, my home, my rules. Our friendship remains even if this romantic interlude doesn’t work and even if it does.”
“One night, your home, our rules. I won’t let you have the upper hand in this.” This time his smile reached his eyes. “I know how you can be; you forget how many times you’ve told me about the latest sex escapade, not realizing how hot it made me to claim you myself.” Tugging her close, Ben slid one hand into her loosened hair, then pulled, guiding her lips toward his. “Tonight won’t be like anything you’ve ever had before, Shari. That, I promise.”
His lips were warm and demanding while his tongue swept along her lips, trying to slide between them. With a soft moan, she opened to him as she slid her hands up his chest to his strong shoulders. His taste was not just maleness at its finest, but a combination of the wine he had drunk, the chocolate cake, and something spicy that defied recognition to her sensitive taste buds. Her tongue slid against his, teasing him with bold and then soft strokes as she pressed her body against him. Too long she had denied herself even thinking of the only kiss they had shared so long ago. This kiss seared the old one away, leaving behind quaking need as his tongue caressed the roof of her mouth before slowly withdrawing to outline her lips.
“Gods above, Shari,” he hoarsely whispered against her lips as their foreheads touched. “I need you tonight. Say yes.”
Deep blue eyes filled with desire, respect, and something else captured her gaze. There was no other answer to give. To deny this one night would be denying the dreams she’d had for months now. “Yes.”
Copyright © Cynnara Tregarth
Hero Sandwich: Voodoo
By Angela Knight
Ever since his brother, Cougar, married Paparazzi, bad girl gone good, the crimefighting duo of Cougar and Lynx had become a trio: Cougar and Paparazzi, plus Lynx. Before he put the ring on his lady’s finger, his brother might’ve joined them to join in a hot little threesome, but marriage had made him possessive.
It’s not that he begrudges the newlyweds their quality time, but Lynx could use a little quality of his own. He’s in desperate need of a little action to take the edge off his gnawing frustration. He figures he’ll spend Halloween in Manhattan beating the crap out of super villains.
A rooftop encounter with a sexy psi-siren with her mind on seduction changes everything. Maybe he doesn’t need a fight.
He just needs a little (or a lot) of Voodoo.
Note:This book contains elements that may be objectionable to some readers: bdsm.
Breathing hard, Lynx paused and scanned the darkness. This was Voodoo’s unofficial patrol zone, so with any luck, he should run into her again tonight.
He’d known a lot of superheroines over the years, but she was something special. No dilettante adrenaline junkie or spandex-clad wannabe, she was determined and serious, even after the attack that had come so close to killing her. Like him, she really believed in the necessity of what they did.
He’d been strongly tempted to beat Reaper to death for hurting her.
Lynx gave the skyline another questing scan, looking for the flap of a familiar cape. Nothing…
A female mouth suddenly closed around his cock, wet and hungry. He gasped and almost tumbled off his perch. Catching himself against a metal pipe, he threw a look downward. Despite his rioting senses, his groin armor was still firmly in place.
A clever tongue swirled and danced around his thickening shaft as ghostly fingers gently squeezed his balls. He grabbed for his dick, wondering if some invisible superwoman…
Copyright © Angela Knight
Alpha: Hunted Down
By Treva Harte
Dunne has always wanted his Alpha more than Hunt, the head of his pack, wanted him. Dunne could live with that. But he can’t live with Hunt’s latest fetish…at least not until Hunt convinces him otherwise. And when he does, it’s a real Halloween treat.
Note:This book contains elements that may be objectionable to some readers: m/m sex practices.
“You’re not going to let this go, are you? All right, then.” Hunt sighed and stood up. “Pull your pants down, boy. I see it’s time for a lesson.”
Dunne’s hands moved before he thought. It had been days since they’d been together. For a moment he remembered he was going hold out on principle and not make it easy on Hunt — to hell with principles, especially ones that only he seemed to have. By now he’d take anything Hunt was willing to give.
Dunne turned, trying not to fumble with his belt as he obeyed. He could hear Hunt unzipping his own pants, but Dunne knew better than to look around. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see Hunt’s cock, full and erect, ready to plow into his more-than-willing asshole. Not at all. That erect cock was a sight to worship while on bended knees.
But when Hunt said it was lesson time, Dunne knew to keep his eyes and his pants down until Hunt told him differently. Hunt was Alpha. Hunt was boss. Just the idea made Dunne’s cock twitch.
Copyright © Treva Harte
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Hot Seat Interview with Chris Marie Green
13 Days of Halloween Edition
I set up the Hot Seat room with Halloween Party and put out various Halloween themed Cupcakes and hot chocolate. I have the Cabana Men all dressed up as various Scary Movie Heroes. Once she’s settled in we start the interview.
(Whoo! Let’s party!)
*turns on the music and then turns it down to be heard*
1) Thank you so much for wanting to do the Hot Seat! Would you say Halloween is one of your favorite holidays?
CMG: The favorite! Halloween is the perfect storm for me—nights begin to get chillier, leaves start turning color, I feel like making soup and chili and hearty food, and…of course…scary movies! But the movie thing is pretty much all year-round, LOL.
SI: And now I’m hungry and want a sweater, lol.
2) I know you put together an awesome list of scary movies every year. What would you say is your top ten scary movies?
CMG: Fun! Okay, here goes (and these aren’t in any particular order)…
Friday the 13th, Part 2 – but I love part 1, too. Can I get a two-for-one here? <g> I’m a huge, warped fan of 80s slasher fare, and these two movies just really work on a dread/suspense level for me. Also, the woods are just scary.
Session 9 – Slow-burn freakout fest. The setting, an abandoned, haunted insane asylum, is full of a horror that you can feel through your TV. And there’s real tragedy to this movie. Perfect, all-around “ghost” story.
Don’t Look Now – The last twenty minutes are the scariest I’ve ever experienced in a film. It’s another slow-burner like Session 9 and it’s “arty,” but at the end, all the weird, scattered things that have been going on collide in an OH MY GOD conclusion.
Psycho – The granddaddy of ‘em all. When Norman crashes through the fruit cellar door at the end, wearing his mother dress and mother smile, I go “eek”! And then I get nightmares. I wish I could time travel and see this movie when it first came out and no one had any clue what was in store!
Alien – A house of horrors in space with extremely efficient, amazingly designed killing machines on the loose. The oppressive atmosphere is great, but then there’s the “who is the monster hiding in now, and when will it pop out?” angle. Slick and terrifying.
The Ring – When I first saw this, I had my hands over my eyes for the last half hour, dreading the appearance of Samara. And all that strange video imagery? Ahhh!
The Vampire Lovers – An old fashioned yet edgy vamp movie with all the B-movie beauty of the best Hammer films!
The Blair Witch Project – After watching this, I couldn’t sleep for weeks. I was so sure the witch was outside my bedroom window, and that’s because the mythology in this movie is so fully developed.
Halloween – This encapsulates the spirit of the holiday for me. The autumn leaves, the trick or treaters running around in costumes, and…Well, maybe I’d skip the unkill-able serial killer. And the soundtrack! Yikes, but in a good way.
Black Christmas – The original from the 70s. Just the prank phone calls alone are enough to make me lock all my doors. And the killer hiding in the sorority house is completely unnerving.
SI: *Makes notes of movies to avoid* Well except for Alien. Weird thing is I can watch the Alien movies but not all the others.
3) We know the rules of scary movies. What are your top five rules to survive a horror movie?
1. When you hear a strange noise in your house, don’t say “Hello? Who’s there?” RUN.
2. At night, always know where your weapons are. Fire pokers, kitchen knives, golf clubs… Use ‘em.
3. If you’ve just been attacked in an isolated location, you might want to think twice about the country bumpkin in the rat-trap pickup who offers to give you a drive to “my maw’s house. We used to operate a sausage factory in the basement!”
4. If the kid you’re babysitting tells you there’s a monster in the closet, believe him.
5. Make friends with the weird girl at school who wears black, has super messy hair, and is into conspiracy theories—she’ll end up saving your life after all your friends die in a monster attack at the popular kid party.
SI: Don’t forget the flamethrowers, baseball bats, that voodoo priest/crazy witch you kidnapped for such occasions. Oh I intend to you use them, you bet your bippy! This one ain’t going down without a fight! Can’t I just knock that guy out and steal his car? If they saw monster does this mean we run and set the house on fire?
4) We know the horror/scary movie stereotype. Which would you say is the most annoying?
CMG: The joker among the bunch of college kids who are renting a house by the lake for a weekend. He is desperate to get laid. He doesn’t know how to get laid. He will make jokes about everyone else getting laid until he is the third person to get ganked by the serial killer.
SI: Can’t we just make him the first person to get ganked so he can stop talking about sex? Or maybe the talker should go first? No it’s that girl who’s all whiny and insists on running in heels, wait…
5) What would you say is your top three horror/scary movie villains?
CMG: 1. Pennywise in IT. Like I wasn’t already afraid of clowns?
2. Bride of Frankenstein because she is rocking a look! Her hair is gorgeous, her lipstick is perfect, and I love how she moves when she’s first resurrected—just like a shrouded raven.
3. Last but not even least, the main villain in DON’T LOOK NOW. I can’t describe who it is because the impactful ending relies on surprise, but I absolutely cannot watch the last twenty minutes of that movie. Can’t. Do. It. Not unless I want serious nightmares!
SI: You just had to mention IT didn’t you? I love that description; like a shrouded raven. <3. I don’t think I want to know.
6) You’ve written some awesome action packed books. Tell us about the Vampire Babylon series.
CMG: Thanks! When I started this series, I set the action in Hollywood. I won’t ruin the reason I did that, just in case there are readers who haven’t read it here, but the heroine is also an ex-stuntwoman whose father has gone missing. All the mysteries and L.A. mythology were solved in by third book, but then I was asked to write three more. So the vampire hunting team, who’d come up against an underground bloodsucker organization in Hollywood, moved on to London, where they had to track a second underground. These vampires had more to do with fairy tales in an all-girls English school. After the series ended, a few years passed, and I got the itch to do some self-published work. So I dove back into the VB world and wrote two novellas, RAISING THE DARKNESS and IN BAD SPIRITS. RAISING THE DARKNESS takes place on Samhain, so you know how much I loved writing that! IN BAD SPIRITS is set around Christmas time. Even though these continue the series, they also reboot it, so new readers can step right in. <G>
SI: If you haven’t read this series run and get your copies.
7) Out of all the paranormal creatures that you’ve written who would you say is top dog and why?
CMG: I’m going back to my very first urban fantasy book for this one! Under my Crystal Green name, I wrote THE HUNTRESS for the action-adventure Silhouette Bombshell series. It was about a woman who had to learn how to hunt vampires because a Transylvanian tribe of female bloodsuckers had stolen her boyfriend during a raid on a small village. I loved those female villains—they were mindless, I-want-blood-and-you’re-not-stopping-me monsters. Hard to kill. I based them on Dracula’s brides but they were far more feral!
SI: Isn’t it cathartic writing villains like that?
8) I know you have written a Ghost story. What can you tell us about it? What can we expect?
CMG: Yes—in February, 2014, my new Jensen Murphy, Ghost for Hire series comes out with Penguin Roc! ONLY THE GOOD DIE YOUNG is the first of three books (I’m finishing up the third now!!!). They center around a ghost from the 80s who haunts the truth out of people who may or not have committed a crime. That sounds pretty heavy, but there’s humor in it in much the same way SUPERNATURAL balances darkness and humor. Having a ghost out of her own era was really fun—and you’ll be happy to know that I based her on Ginny Field, the feisty, smart heroine from Friday the 13th, Part 2, LOL.
9) What do you have coming up that will end up on our Must Buy list?
CMG: I am so excited about KICKING IT, which is a Penguin Roc anthology with a bunch of great authors—I’m honored to be a part of the line up. Faith Hunter, Rachel Caine, and Shannon Butcher are just three of the writers who contributed novelettes. We were all given one story condition: each one had to center around a pair of shoes or boots that the heroine or villain wears. I’ll give you a hint about my novelette: if you’ve read any of my urban fantasy or dark fantasy books, you might recognize the main character. My story is called “The Girl with No Name,” and she wakes up in a bedroom, not knowing who she is, but wearing these crazy, vine-like boots…
SI: So. Excited. There are no words.
10) Please tell readers where they can find you on the internet.
Thank You so much for doing the Hot Seat. I have the Cabana Men escort her out, bringing the treats with them.
Former vamp hunter Dawn Madison hasn’t been the same since she retired from the life. She’s tired and drained from injuries sustained during the team’s last stand against the dragon, but when the clock strikes twelve on Samhain, everything changes. It seems that someone has sent raised-from-the-dark creatures after her, and they’re out for blood—as well as Dawn’s life…
(First published in the Undead for a Day anthology.)
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Chris Marie Green is the author of the urban fantasy Vampire Babylon series from Ace Books and the upcoming Ghost for Hire series from Roc (Feb. 2014, Only the Good Die Young), which features a fun-loving spirit from the 80s.
She tries her best to avoid international incidents whenever she takes a break from her first love, writing, and cheats on it with her other true love—traveling. She has an alter ego named Christine Cody, who wrote the dark fantasy Bloodlands trilogy.
(from Chapter Three…)
Dawn got out her cell phone, opened the doors to the balcony wide, then went outside to watch the moonlight play on the restless waves below.
Kiko answered on the third ring. “What? What?”
“Sorry for waking you up, but we’ve got some excitement around here.” Dawn’s smile was so big that it was making her cheeks hurt, but in a good way.
“Cool excitement?” Kiko asked. “Not-cool excitement? What?”
She could just picture his little person’s body jumping out of bed as he ran for his clothes, their hunting days still with him, even if they were long gone.
“It’s cool excitement,” she said, glee in her voice. And she’d never really ever done glee.
To think—she had an inner cheerleader in her and she’d never even known it, not even when she was growing up and doing her best to piss her life away with every rebellious act she could think of. Of course, that rebellion had led to a short career as a stunt woman, which had led to vampire fighting, but that wasn’t here nor there.
She told Kiko about her stroke-of-midnight soul stain lifting. “I don’t know what’s going on, but how awesome is that?”
Like Costin, Kiko was on immediate alert. “I suppose it’s cool.” Then, “You don’t think there’s something fishy about your happy-happy-joy-joy thing? This is Samhain, for God’s sake. If it were any other night, I’d just think you accidently swallowed some Ecstasy.”
She stayed quiet, but, naturally, Kiko didn’t.
“Okay, what I mean is this—you know how there’re different versions of Cinderella? There’s the Disney take. The squeaky clean, Yay!, glass slipper, everything is weddings and chirping birds—you know, the whitewashing of just about every other version of the stories that came before. And I’m talking about dark stories where the frakkin’ stepsisters cut off part of their feet so they’ll fit into the slippers, and where those sweet little birds aren’t so sweet at all and they punish those bitches by pecking out their eyes.”
“Your point is?”
“That there’s only one happy-Yay! Disney version of the story while the rest aren’t so nice. Odds are, Dawn, that you don’t have any kind of happy ending version of your soul stain going on during Samhain.”
Nothing like a good dose of Geek Kiko to put things into perspective. Even so, she couldn’t stop loving the absence of heaviness in her, couldn’t help but to lean on the balcony railing and smell the brine-laced air and think of how lucky she was to be alive after all the shit she’d gone through in life.
Maybe, after everything she and the team had been through, something good had finally happened and this had nothing to do with screwed-up magic, like Kiko and Costin thought. Maybe her therapy had kicked in—
Her ears picked up a sound from down the beach. Somewhere in the night, there was a cry, but these were the final hours of Halloween and the kids were out in full force, so she went back to listening to Kiko.
“Sure, we wiped out those Undergrounds,” he said. “But our vampires weren’t the only bloodsuckers out there. There’re different lines, and some of them could be into magic. We’d be stupid to dismiss the idea. And we know that there’re hundreds of other supernatural creatures out there that might be up to all kinds of mischief tonight.”
She laughed, but then stopped. Dawn’s mother was one of those creatures Kiko was talking about. Eva Claremont had come under the sway of what they thought might be a demon and they hadn’t heard from her since.
But now that Dawn’s soul stains had gone a little lighter, thoughts of Mommy Not-So-Dearest didn’t get to her as much as they had before. She had spent a long, long time trying to forget about that woman.
Now it seemed so easy.
“Besides,” Kiko said, “you know better than anyone that some of the cold cases Natalia and I deal with at the agency have a certain…stench…about them, too.”
“Not everything is supernatural, Kik.”
“I’m not saying that every old robbery or lost love case we deal with is otherworldly, but there’re some screwy things we’ve come across, and Natalia shoves those cases right out the door. She doesn’t want a thing to do with them.” He and Natalia were trying to be “normal,” now that they’d gotten married. “What if one of those cases left some magic behind and it had a ricochet effect on us or our friends on Samhain? Magic doesn’t always aim straight, you know.”
She could hear him moving around on the other end of the line. “You’re overreacting, Kik.”
“No matter what’s going on, I’m getting right on this.”
“Natalia’s not going to like it.”
“Let me worry about that.”
He hung up without another word. Typical Kiko. He was probably already dialing up this house’s landline so he and Costin could have a conversation.
She tucked her cell into the pocket of her jeans and kept leaning on the railing. Three-two, one…Yup, there went the phone.
The waves seemed to get louder, but maybe that was because she was really starting to listen to them. Meanwhile, she thought she felt the dragon’s blood swirling on her right side, restless.
Screw you, she thought. Did you really think you were going to get another chance at taking over the world?
She started to leave the balcony to see if Costin had come upon any paranormal news through the supernatural conspiracy chat boards that usually consumed Jonah’s attention.
But then she sensed, more than heard, something on the beach close by.
She wasn’t psychic like Kiko or Natalia, and she wasn’t a spirit like Costin, but Underground fights had sharpened her human senses. It was just that she hadn’t used them for a while.
Turning her ear toward the faint sound she thought she heard—swish, swish, like sand under a set of paws that were coming this way—she leaned over the balcony, straining to hear some more.
Just as she realized that she did hear something and they sounded a whole damn lot like running steps, she backed away from the railing—but not before a wire looped around her neck and her body was yanked over it.
She barely had time to scream as she grasped the railing, the wire gnawing into her neck as she hung there, clinging and paddling her feet, kicking at whatever had attacked her.
They were pulling on that wire while Dawn choked, trying to slip one hand into the noose while holding on with the other. Her vision got cloudy and, instinctively, she turned her head, baring her teeth, using the only weapon she had on her.
But before she struck, she saw a face… An old man with sideburns, pale, puckered skin, and white eyes that looked like they’d rolled into the back of his head. His mouth was in a pruned “O,” as if he was about to scream, too.
The messed-up sight of him made her forget all about biting, and he took advantage of that, putting more force on the wire, even as he reached with his other hand to Vulcan pinch her neck.
A memory flashed by, adrenaline-quick.
London, an attack on their headquarters, another pinch at her neck—
Gathering her guts, she bit his hand, sinking her teeth deep and letting go of the balcony at the same time.
A yelping sound was all Dawn heard from him just before her stunt woman training came back to her, powered by muscle memory. Midair, she twisted her body, flailing with a hand and catching on to one of the trellises that decorated the side of her home.
The wire whipped off her neck, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw it fall to the ground. But her attacker still held onto her, his hands wrapped around her waist.
For a reeling, moonlit second, she hung there, the trellis cracking, threatening as her attacker’s grip began to loosen. She kicked back at him, but a pair of teeth sank into her shoulder—human teeth—and she yelled.
As the old guy bit her again and again—as if it wanted to eat her—the trellis broke an inch, another, and Dawn brought up her elbow, smashing it into her attacker’s temple.
He reared back, and that was enough to break the trellis, sending them both tumbling the rest of the way.
They hit the ground, and Dawn’s lungs pushed out all the air she had. But adrenaline was animating her, forcing her to her feet so she could grab the piece of trellis that had cracked off. She brandished it like a staff to ward off this…thing.
Not a vampire. What was it?
She looked around, gaining her bearings, and her mind began to function properly.
Three of these things, she thought.
All dressed in black, hunched and circling her. The old man who’d attacked her was face-first on the ground, making animal sounds of pain, and Dawn realized that he’d fallen on something that had injured him.
The other two were shaded by a shadow cast by her house, but Dawn could still see the whites of their eyes and how their arms were curved at their sides as they breathed, in, out.
Were they growling at her, too?
Hellhounds, she thought.
No. These were human-like creatures, not dogs.
Then another possibility. Fast and furious zombies? Revenants raised from the dead by something or someone on Samhain?
Whatever these weirdos were, they were angry, and they weren’t stopping, as the guy who’d been lying on the ground rolled to his side, revealing the blood on his stomach where he’d landed on jagged, pointed rock. Even so, he crawled over the sand, as if homing in on Dawn at all costs. He left a trail of blood, and even if he was making a sad attempt to get at her, he was still covering some ground.
“What the hell are you?” she whispered, and she had no idea why she’d even tried.
She thought she heard one of them—the shortest and smallest one—make a twisted sound from the shadows. It made no sense at all, but something about the voice kicked in a thousand awful memories that swirled together: Vampires and blood…
Out of habit, Dawn broke the trellis stick in two, forming a cross.
Turned out crosses didn’t work on these guys, but when the two creatures who were standing on their feet rushed Dawn, she was ready, lifting up the two ragged sticks and aiming at the things’ left sides, where their hearts would be.
They didn’t seem to give a shit that she was about to stab them. In fact, the freaks ran right into her sticks, impaling themselves.
Dawn jumped away so fast that she fell to her ass, crab-scrambling backward, sand flying out from under her.
They were still coming.
And now that the two things that had been in the shadows had emerged into the moonlight, Dawn could see more of them.
One was an even older man with a bald head, withered skin, and those rolled-back eyes. He was holding a chain.
But it was the other one—the smallest—that Dawn couldn’t stop looking at.
Familiar…Light hair, a slight overbite, high cheekbones…
It couldn’t be. Not when the team had blown up the Underground in London and Lilly Meratoliage had been in the midst of the explosion.
Dawn didn’t have time to figure it out, because the girl was holding what looked to be nunchucks, and even with a stake in her, she was gearing up to attack.
Shitshitshit. Dawn wished she had those stakes back so she could use them again. Stabbing the left side of a Meratoliage—one of the dragon’s custodians and bodyguards—didn’t work, because the family was genetically bred to have their hearts on the opposite side of their bodies.
Shit times a hundred.
The rock-impaled sideburn man on the ground was still groping at the sand as he mindlessly advanced toward Dawn, but she didn’t worry about him—not when the even older bald guy had started to spin his chain at his side and when pseudo-Lilly was starting to run at Dawn, grasping her nunchucks in one hand while dropping to all threes, just like a hellhound that Dawn had initially mistaken the group for.
Her mind raced now. What to do? How to fight these creatures?
And with what?
She grabbed the only thing available—the sand. Two handfuls of it.
The girl arrived first, and Dawn held her breath, then hurled a fistful of sand right in the she-creature’s face.
She reared back, making a guttural sound, whipping her head back and forth and blinking those awful white eyes as they seemed to roll even further back in her head. Her mouth was still shaped in a scream.
But Dawn didn’t notice for how long, because the old man with the chain was approaching with more methodical malice, his blank gaze trained on her like weak lasers. He spun the chain around his head, like a lasso, and Dawn had the feeling that he was ready to duck the other handful of sand she’d planned to throw at him.
She steadied her breathing, trying to think like a stunt woman—no, a hunter—again.
Then she knew what to do.
Just as she was about to jump-flip to a stand and use her legs to windmill the guy off balance, something exploded from behind her.
Or maybe it was just the beginning of an explosion, a projectile fired from a weapon, because right in front of her, the old man burst into a mess of sprayed blood.
Dawn took cover, curving her arms over her head as she got into a ball, then looked up to see what the hell had happened.
The first thing she noticed was that the girl was gone, and so was the sideburn man who’d fallen on the rock. Had he retreated while Dawn wasn’t looking?
Had the girl?
The second thing was that Jonah had walked out from behind Dawn and was already inspecting the pool of gore that the old bald man had left behind. Jonah held a grenade launcher with one hand as, with his other, he picked up the bloodied chain.
Dawn grimaced, then said, “What was that, Jonah?”
As he turned to look at her, she thought for a moment, “What if it’s not Jonah? What if Costin is still in his body?”
But then, in the moonlight, she saw that his eyes were blue, not the topaz color that indicated Costin had taken him over, and relief sighed through her. She liked her Costin peaceful, not as the berserk warrior who had once followed the dragon’s orders before he’d been recruited to take the vampire master down.
Meanwhile, her soul stain didn’t react one way or the other, although the dragon was beating inside of her again, as if sarcastically slow-clapping at the sight of blood.
Jonah flashed her one of his charming smiles. “You’re welcome, Dawn. Are there any more freaks around?”
“Not that I know of.”
When she stood, her knees were weak. God, it’d been a long time since she’d thrown down.
But a tiny thrill shooting through her made her wonder if it’d been too long.
She went over to the remnants of the old man, but she didn’t get too close. The dragon was getting more excited.
“Thank you,” she finally said to Jonah. Grudgingly.
“You all right?”
“Of course I am.” Dim bulb. She didn’t need him to be saving her ass.
“I was taking a break from Costin and the research. I came upstairs to see how you were doing and heard a stir outside, so I raided the upstairs weapons locker.”
Ever since defeating the dragon’s bloodline, they hadn’t been on high security. All their doo-dads and items of destruction had been stored away.
Were things about to change?
Jonah asked, “How many were there?”
“Three altogether. Two now.”
Dawn looked off into the distance, then down to the trail of blood that the injured old man with the sideburns had left. Her shoulder, where he’d bitten her, ached. Probably she should clean the wound right away because God knew what kind of chaos could result from a revenant bite.
If that’s what she’d just tangled with.
She turned to Jonah. “You’re not gonna believe what I think I saw.”
Before she even told him about Lilly Meratoliage, Jonah had an appetite in his gaze, and Dawn was shocked to realize that she felt it, too. The soul stain had wiped out so much feeling from her before that she’d blocked out most other emotions. Including boredom.
Including the craving of a hunter who would love to come out of retirement tonight…
From RAISING THE DARKNESS, A Dawn Madison Vampire Babylon E-Novella
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