Friday, October 26, 2012

Howloween Blog Hop

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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. 


“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?



Jennifer Labelle said...

I'm not much into gore either. My favorite Halloween pastime is actually dressing the kids up and taking them door to door, and as I eventually try to settle them down from their sugar high, it totally makes my day to see their excitement regardless.

Absolutely loved reading That Voodoo You Do. The entire series rocked actually. Thanks for the awesome giveaway!

SHould said...

To me, my ultimate favorite, as it was since I was a kid, are vampires. But not the sparkly types. Those I avoid like the plague. No I mean the type that make your skin crawl and your throat wanting to scream, but can't. Nosferatu, Dracula and other classics. Those are the ones that I will always love to watch. And if I want something lighter for my evening, give me the Gremlins. These little green trouble makers will always make me laugh and make my evening go with a smile.

Kelly @ Reading the Paranormal said...

You had me at Night of the Comet, you sassy wench. The Nieceling and I ADORE the RE movies, btw. We watch them all the time. She's such a little freak!

As for my favorite traditions, I love decorating, especially setting up a theme out front (this year: the haunted cafe. I don't know what they ordered but they ended up with a plate of snakes, spiders, and brains. Nomnomnom.).

HaveBook WillSurvive said...

I love the trick-or -treaters.
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Rush said...

Used to be that I would dressed my kids up, done their faces with makeup and what ever I could find and took them out for an hour or so. Now? I'm alone so I don't celebrate it. Gore? used to like it in my younger years. now? Not so much. I'd rather read than watch TV anytime.

Juliana said...

I love candy! I hate scary things so I stay away from the haunted houses and just eat my candy! Thanks so much for participating in the Halloween Blog Hop!
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*yadkny* said...

I enjoy Halloween because I have 3 siblings with birthdays around the same time, so for us it's much more than celebrating just Halloween.

Happy Howloween!!!

SheriV said...

I love Underworld and Resident Evil too!

smurfettev AT gmail DOT com

Misha said...

I love to dress up~ so Halloween makes me happy because it's one more excuse to play pretend! It's especially fun because I can get more people to join in on dressing up with me and admire all the other costumes. :) Thank you for the chance to win and the fantastic excerpt! MostlyMisha[at]gmail[dot]com

Jyl22075 said...

My only big traditions for Halloween are pretty typical. I love watching The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown and passing out candy to the kids.

Love, love, loved That Voodoo That You Do. I just read it a few weeks back and can't wait to pick up the rest of the series.

JYL22075 at gmail dot com

Anonymous said...

I love the candy most of all! It's the only time of the year, I get to eat pixie stix!

Cassandra said...

My favorite part is dressing up :)
Thanks for the awesome giveaway!

Nay Nay said...

Woohoo! Happy Halloween! I love blog hops and this one is HUGE! So many old friends to visit and new friends to meet. I spend Halloween night watching the littlest ones having such a good time wearing their little costumes and trick or treating. Thanks for being part of the hop and for the chance to win. <^_^>
reneebennett35 (at) yahoo (dot) com

Joy said...

Halloween parties and candy.
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Marlene Breakfield said...

I like to eat comfort food and watch cheesy horror movies. Thanks for the giveaway.

Jennifer Mathis said...

we decorate and the kids dress up to hand out candy to their friends as the adults watch horror movies all night

Anonymous said...

I like seeing the costumes, and carving pumpkins. I hand out candy to the trick-or-treaters, too (preferably stuff I don't like so much, so I don't scarf it down!).


Carol said...

I don't want to watch movies that give me trouble getting to sleep when I have to get up the next day for work. I think that the scariest movies are where everyday life presents the horrors - too hard to stop my imagination.
I've always favoured the vampire, werewolf, mummy sort - far enough from reality not to make me worry about what's under the bed or in the closet.
a dot charol at yahoo dot ca

fcammer2 said...

I love seeing how all of the kids dress up in the neighborhood. Our elementary school has a parade thru town on Halloween with all of the kids dressed up. I love watching it when I can.

Shadow said...

Happy Halloween!! Thank you so much for the awesome hop and giveaway! :)

Jodi Redford said...

A HUGE thanks to everyone for stopping by for the Howloween Blog Hop! Ya'll know how to celebrate Halloween! Okay, now for the announcement you've been waiting for...

*dramatic drum roll*

Random.Org has picked a winner and it's Jennifer Labelle! Congrats, Jennifer!! I'll be sending you an email soon. :)