But first here's a little story from Tory .....
Chills
In
celebration of Halloween I wanted to share a true story. I come from a small
town in Maine named China. My dad lived on a country road that for many years
was nothing but dirt. He and my step-mom had a nice home on a small hill, back
from the road and secluded by trees and flowering plants. My dad worked for and
retired from the railroad in Waterville, and for as long as I knew him he
always wore the same thing, a dark blue pair of pants and matching shirt that
all the railroad workers wore. Even when he retired he still wore the same
clothes every day. Every morning my dad would walk his greyhound, Buster. He
loved that dog and when dad passed away Buster went a month later.
Now,
on the country road my dad walked Buster the homes were far and few between. My
step-sister lived just a little down the way from him, and across the street
from her was a small house shared by two women. One day my step-sister and her
neighbor across the street happened to go out for their mail at the same time.
Mail boxes were at the edge of their driveways. So they got to talking.
The
neighbor woman asked my step-sister, “Who’s that man I see walk by here every
morning with his dog?”
My
step-sister thought for a minute and said, “Gee, I don’t know, my step-father used
to walk by here every day with his dog but he passed away. What does he look
like?”
The
neighbor described him saying, “He wears dark blue clothes and he’s walking a
big greyhound.”
Chills.
The
women didn’t know my dad and had never met him, she moved into that house after
he passed away. When my step-sister told me the story I got chills. My
step-sister and I knew that woman was seeing my dad walking Buster. How? A lot
of people don’t believe but I’ve always believed that anything is possible. And
knowing that dad and Buster were together and doing what they loved best made
me feel good.
I
haven’t written any Halloween stories. I do have a couple short erotic
paranormals, The Mating Ritual and Scent of a Wolf’s Mate, and a
contemporary romance with a brief Halloween party scene in it, Kiss
Me! That one is a full length romance that I’m offering FREE to anyone
interested, until the end of November. Below are more information, and a coupon
to claim the book.
Kiss
Me!
Blurb - Two years after Emma’s divorce she’s
looking forward to settling into a quiet life in her new condo at the lake. But
thanks to her match making sister she’s running into Stratton’s sexy small town
detective at every turn. The last thing Mike’s looking for is a relationship to
complicate his busy life, and tells Emma as much. So, if that’s the case, why
can’t keep his hands off her?
Previously released at Whiskey Creek Press.
Excerpt - Emma caught her breath, recognizing Mike the second she
heard the deep timbre of his sexy voice. He made a hunky Zorro, dressed all in
black in a costume that fit his tall, powerful body like it was tailored
especially for him. She’d seen him watching her while she crossed the room,
ignoring him on purpose because she hadn’t wanted to encourage any unwelcome
attention. Now that she knew who he was, she couldn’t take her eyes off him.
He was what dreams were made of, the handsome hero disguised in a black mask, his steely eyes doing all his talking for him as he leaned insolently against the table with that wolfish grin. The bad boy every woman secretly yearns for. He had to know how he affected women with his mysterious presence. Goodness, she all but placed her hand over her pounding heart. What was wrong with her? It took effort to remind herself he was married.
She was about to step away when a dancer bumped into her backside, causing her to fly directly into Mike’s arms. “Oh!” she gasped, throwing her head back to meet his eyes just as his strong hands curled around the fleshy part of her arms, catching her against him. Their bodies were flush, and suddenly it seemed like they were sharing every breath, every heart beat as they stared intently into each other’s eyes.
Emma felt warm heat spread throughout her body, a heat that had nothing to do with the hot disco lights glaring overhead. Time seemed to stand still. She couldn’t pull her gaze away from his, too caught up in the spell of the moment and feeling way too much in his strong arms, experiencing way too much sensation against his hard body. She was old enough to realize the flow of heat pooling in the lower half of her body was the result of sharp and instant arousal. She tried to ignore the tingling in her nipples as they tightened against his chest, wetting her lips to issue an apology. However, the only thing that came out was a noise that sounded very much like a purr of surrender, a sound of betrayal if she ever heard one.
“Mike,” she began, in a breathless tone that revealed her emotions. She was unable to finish, her body trembling on a sudden wave of weakness. Certain her knees were going to give way, she struggled to put the brakes on the obvious signs of what being in his arms was doing to her. “Please…” she began, intending to ask him to let her go, but there was no denying the invitation she heard in her own voice.
Mike’s eyes darkened with desire; he didn’t want to let Emma go. He’d known he was attracted to her from the start, but he wasn’t prepared for the instant results she produced every time she touched him in some way. Even innocently, only this was hardly innocent. He felt every inch of her. His hands tightened around her arms, a low groan locking in his throat.
The very air around them seemed electrified. He didn’t want to feel the attraction, yet he was powerless to push her away. Instead, he was acting like an adolescent discovering what sex was all about for the first time. Hell, he was breaking out in a sweat! Her sweet scent and softness was more than any mortal could bear.
Glancing down was his undoing. Her lovely breasts, crushed against him, were all but spilling out of their scant covering. The breath hissed from his lungs, lust shooting a direct path for his aching groin. Releasing a low growl of denial, he felt himself turning hard, and realized he should set her away from him at once. But she felt too damn good right where she was. As if she belonged there.
He was what dreams were made of, the handsome hero disguised in a black mask, his steely eyes doing all his talking for him as he leaned insolently against the table with that wolfish grin. The bad boy every woman secretly yearns for. He had to know how he affected women with his mysterious presence. Goodness, she all but placed her hand over her pounding heart. What was wrong with her? It took effort to remind herself he was married.
She was about to step away when a dancer bumped into her backside, causing her to fly directly into Mike’s arms. “Oh!” she gasped, throwing her head back to meet his eyes just as his strong hands curled around the fleshy part of her arms, catching her against him. Their bodies were flush, and suddenly it seemed like they were sharing every breath, every heart beat as they stared intently into each other’s eyes.
Emma felt warm heat spread throughout her body, a heat that had nothing to do with the hot disco lights glaring overhead. Time seemed to stand still. She couldn’t pull her gaze away from his, too caught up in the spell of the moment and feeling way too much in his strong arms, experiencing way too much sensation against his hard body. She was old enough to realize the flow of heat pooling in the lower half of her body was the result of sharp and instant arousal. She tried to ignore the tingling in her nipples as they tightened against his chest, wetting her lips to issue an apology. However, the only thing that came out was a noise that sounded very much like a purr of surrender, a sound of betrayal if she ever heard one.
“Mike,” she began, in a breathless tone that revealed her emotions. She was unable to finish, her body trembling on a sudden wave of weakness. Certain her knees were going to give way, she struggled to put the brakes on the obvious signs of what being in his arms was doing to her. “Please…” she began, intending to ask him to let her go, but there was no denying the invitation she heard in her own voice.
Mike’s eyes darkened with desire; he didn’t want to let Emma go. He’d known he was attracted to her from the start, but he wasn’t prepared for the instant results she produced every time she touched him in some way. Even innocently, only this was hardly innocent. He felt every inch of her. His hands tightened around her arms, a low groan locking in his throat.
The very air around them seemed electrified. He didn’t want to feel the attraction, yet he was powerless to push her away. Instead, he was acting like an adolescent discovering what sex was all about for the first time. Hell, he was breaking out in a sweat! Her sweet scent and softness was more than any mortal could bear.
Glancing down was his undoing. Her lovely breasts, crushed against him, were all but spilling out of their scant covering. The breath hissed from his lungs, lust shooting a direct path for his aching groin. Releasing a low growl of denial, he felt himself turning hard, and realized he should set her away from him at once. But she felt too damn good right where she was. As if she belonged there.
I want to thank Pamela for hosting me today.
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