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Happy Halloween, and welcome to the Howloween Blog Hop! This is one of my favorite times of the year. The crispness in the air. Spooky decorations. My hot werewolf neighbor streaking buck naked under the full moon. Yeah, good times in my neighborhood. One of my other favorite pastimes besides ogling naked werewolves is watching scary movies. I'm not big on gore, and a lot of the slasher movies are a little too hokey for my tastes, but if there are zombies, ghosts or vampires, you can bet I'll watch it. The Resident Evil movies are one of my all time favorites. The Underworld series is another I'll watch whenever it's on the tube, and I love the first 30 Days of Night vampire flick. But my number one go to cult classic is Night of the Comet. Yes, it's full of cheese, but in the best way possible. So how about you? Are there any traditions you tend to follow for the Halloween season? Just leave a comment telling me what you most enjoy about Halloween, and you'll be entered for a $10 eGiftcard from Samhain Publishing. Anyone can enter, but contest closes at midnight on October 29.
Speaking of zombies, a post from me wouldn't be complete without one of my favorite scenes from That Voodoo You Do. No zombie appearances in this one, but there is a sexy tiger, werewolf, and witch cooking up some smex in the kitchen. Oooh mama!
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.
Warning: A witch, tiger and wolf doing naughty things. A dead voodoo queen doing
evil things. And zombies doing zombie things. Get your shovels ready.
EXCERPT
“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?
While I have all of you here, I want to give ya'll a heads up on some big stuff I've got in the works. Towards the end of next month, I'm taking Checking It Twice on a cyber-wide book tour. And there will be a giveaway involved--a Kindle Fire! So if you want a shot at having that shiny pretty under your tree this Christmas make sure to check out my stops. I'll be posting the official list sometime next month. I'll also be doing a Twitter release day party on November 27. Fun, crazy times guaranteed, and a ton of door prizes. So be sure and check back here for more details on that too next month.
