Happy Halloween!

 

Don’t forget the little treat Alyssa Rose ivy, Sarra Cannon, Jennifer Snyder and I put together for Halloween:

 

Genre: NA Paranormal
Release date: October 1, 2014
Cover: Once Upon a Time Covers

 

This Halloween, prepare to be haunted by a kiss…

Midnight Kiss is a limited edition collection of four BRAND NEW, NEVER RELEASED novellas, all set in New Orleans on Halloween night.

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AFTER MIDNIGTH by Sarra Cannon

My mouth hung open and I shook my head, unable to believe that John Pierce—the guy who had practically gone out of his way to make me feel like an idiot—was now the only thing standing between me and a fate worse than death. I had no idea what to say.

“Are you going to stand out there all night waiting for whoever’s looking for you? Or are you going to come inside where it’s safe?”

“Is it?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“What? Safe?” His eyes twinkled in the dim lighting. “You’re the one who came to me for help, remember?”

I forced my mouth closed and nodded. John stepped aside and let me pass.

The foyer was all high ceilings and polished wood floors. A crystal chandelier hung down from the top and a large sweeping staircase rose toward the second floor. Huge mirrors framed in gold adorned the walls, along with massive paintings that probably each cost more than a year’s tuition at Tulane.

People in long, flowing gowns and capes and masks floated through the hallway like ghosts. None of the overhead lights were on, but candlelight flickered everywhere I looked.

The house was warm and dark and the moment I crossed the threshold, a strange heat blossomed in my belly.

I didn’t know if it was the atmosphere of the party or the fact that I was standing uncomfortably close to a half-naked god, but I found it difficult to breathe. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He looked different in this setting. Better, if that was even possible. And to finally get a glimpse of the chiseled abs I’d known were hiding beneath his shirt? I couldn’t decide if I’d just walked in to heaven or hell.

 

THE MIDNIGHT TEST by Juliana Haygert

A rush of dread and concern fleeted through me. I wanted to approach him, but after last evening, I wasn’t so sure I should. I had thought about him a lot last night. About how disturbed and lost he was, and how I really wanted to help him. Which was crazy. Why was I torturing myself like that?

Convinced I would regret my decision, I sat on the bench and scooted closer to him, but not too close.

Sean lifted his head, leaned back into the bench, and stared at me with wide eyes. “What are you doing here?” The bruises on his face were now black.

“I could ask you the same thing,” I said, trying to sound casual. “You don’t look like the praying type.”

One corner of his lips quirked up—my heart sped up—and his gaze traveled over me. “With that hair, piercing, tattoo, and all, I would think the same of you.”

I shrugged. “What? Just because my style is a little different, I’m supposed to be a faithless bad girl? A troublemaker?”

Sean returned his eyes to mine. “Well, I like your style.”

I felt a little blush creeping in my cheeks. As if realizing he had said something he shouldn’t, he turned his gaze to the altar.

Damn it. The guy couldn’t just say things like that and then leave me hanging. And why the hell was I thinking about that? The guy was damaged, broken, depressed. And he was rude to me yesterday. As much as I wanted, flirting with him was not right. Not until I helped him. Because I did want to help him. In fact, I wanted to tell him I was going to the mansion tomorrow night, and I would avenge his sister and his best friend. Hopefully, knowing they were resting in peace, Sean would be able to move on.

 

SEDUCTION’S KISS by Alyssa Rose Ivy

“Come now, I assure you we’re going to get to know each other very well.” He licked his lips.

“No, we’re not.” I looked him straight in the eye. That’s when I noticed he had this same weird colored ring in his eyes that Duncan had. I looked at the other men, they had the same thing. Freaky.

“We are. And right now you’re going to put your wrists together so I can bind them.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“Why would I do that?” I stepped back. That turned out to be a mistake as I walked right into Duncan’s chest.

“Because you’d rather I didn’t kill your friend.”

I noticed he said friend in singular. Perceptive. Not that I wanted anything to happen to the guys.

“Please, just let us go. Is it money you want? I don’t have much, but I’ll give you what I have.”

Jeryl laughed. “Money? You think we want money from you?” He stepped closer just as Duncan wrapped his arms around me from behind. “We want something more primal from you.” He held his hand over my neck like he was going to choke me “Much more primal.”

“Don’t touch her!” Shaun yelled.

Jeryl laughed. “Showing concern for the girl who rebuffed you? Humans are so interesting.”

“Like you’re not human?” Chad asked.

“No. We’re not.”

In a flash, one of the guys holding Reyna leaned her head back and rested his long sharp teeth on her neck. Fangs. The guy had fangs.

Jeryl laughed at my obvious fear. “Hold your hands out behind your back, or he bites.”

 

KISS OF AWAKENING by Jennifer Snyder

Pulsating red lights lit the darkness behind my eyelids, and I opened them to see what it was. Delvin’s aura was throbbing. Its deep, dark red acting as a strobe light in sync with the beat of my heart—or maybe that was his. Moving my hand through his hair, I noticed the ring on my finger was a bright, glowing red as well.

A low sound emanated from Delvin as the heat in my mouth cooled to a sweetness unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. The red of his aura speckled with flecks of gray, and the rhythm Delvin had set for us slowed.

While my mind seemed to gather all of this, I couldn’t process any of it because something was happening to me. My insides were burning and cooling as though I was suffering from an insane bout of hot flashes. Every trace of the tequila I had consumed evaporated from my mind and body until I was completely sober.

Delvin’s hands fell to his sides. The edges of my dress he’d held fell to my feet in a swooshing motion. He grew ridged in his stance. While his lips had long ago paused in their movement against mine, I couldn’t pull back. I couldn’t stop whatever was happening. The taste was amazing, and the rush I was getting—an incredible high I had never felt before—rocketed me higher. Alcohol couldn’t touch this feeling, nothing could.

 

 

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