Hey Everybody,

My new Halloween story is out at Sugar and Spice Press. Below is the blurb and an excerpt. I hope you love it like I do! This is for my number one fan and for all my readers.

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Jace leaves his boyfriend home and attends a Halloween party, which turns interesting and then deadly. First he meets two big and sexy men dressed like vampires, and then real vampires attack. When one of the undead drains Jace of his life source, he learns the fake vamps are really werewolves, and they were at the party for him. With no other choice, Gair and Stion do what's necessary to save Jace. Now he is one of the monsters he never knew existed, and the two shifters must stick by him until he learns to control his undying hunger. 

Excerpt

“Here alone?”

“Ramie,” Jace exclaimed and hugged his best friend. She’d dressed as a hooker just as she told him she would, and she pulled it off with her slender, curvy figure. He grinned, looking her over. “If I wasn’t gay, I’d eat you alive.”

She rolled her eyes and slapped his hand. “Stop, I look silly with all the cottage cheese on my thighs.” The pink in her cheeks and the lowered lashes spoke volumes about what she thought of the success of her outfit. Several pairs of male eyes settled on the long bare legs. When one man started toward them, Ramie grasped his hand and all but dragged him toward the middle of the room. “Come on. Let’s dance before he asks me.”

“Isn’t that what you’re here for? To get picked up?”

He followed her, and they began shimmying to the pounding beats over colossal speakers around the room. The spacious area stretched for half a city block. Colored lights blinked off and on from the ceiling. Black shimmering fabric hung from the walls, and one had to be careful not to slip and break one’s neck on the recently buffed floor. Tables lined one corner, ladened with two large punch bowls and various food stuffs like chips, pretzels, and dips. Jace had never been to the club, but Ramie had heard of it from a friend and wanted to check it out. He’d agreed, not caring where he partied so long as he did.

“Where’s Hale?” Ramie shouted over the music.

“Home. He wasn’t feeling well and told me to have a good time.”

Why the heck did he find it necessary to lie? Ramie must have figured out by now that all the excuses he made for Hale were just that—excuses. She never pressed him, though, and that’s what he liked about her. He could just enjoy himself around her.

Jace scanned the crowd. Most of the people were like him, wearing costumes that didn’t require much thought, like superheroes or faeries. They were the pieces one could grab off a rack or order online. Some had gone all out and designed their own pieces. He was especially impressed with the man dressed as a sushi roll. At least four vampires gyrated on the floor, and Jace heaved a sigh when he spotted two more coming through the entrance.

One set of golden eyes and one set of the palest silver locked with his as if they had expected to find him there. Jace missed a step in his fancy moves, forced to acknowledge that these two vampires were miles above any others in the room. Not that their costumes were better. They were cheap and cheesy with little more than dark clothing and a cape. The fangs could be picked up for under a dollar at a novelty shop.

What stood out to him was the way the men shifted in their clothing as if they weren’t comfortable—big wide shoulders that could make a linebacker cry with envy. The set mouths, strong jawlines, even their height was quite a few inches above his. He guessed about six foot five. Talk about imposing figures, these guys caused the crowd to part as they advanced…toward him.

Jace’s mouth went dry, and he swallowed multiple times, but it did nothing to help. He was between attraction and fear. Men as big as them didn’t normally appeal to him since he enjoyed being the bigger man, the one in full control.

“Oh, yummy, so hot,” Ramie murmured in his ear. Jace ignored her. He couldn’t bring himself to look away from the two men.

They stopped in front of him, and one—Jace tried distinguishing him from the other and noted the blond hair, a perfect match for his golden eyes—held his hand out. “Dance?”

Jace shifted his gaze to the other man with dark hair cut super close to his head. The look was almost military in its precision, and the stiffness in his demeanor didn’t lessen the impact. Jace admitted, if only to himself, that he was intimidated. Did this guy even dance?

“Uh, sure, why not,” he said. The second the words left his lips, the men moved in, one in front, the other behind. Large hands settled on his waist, another set at his shoulders. Jace’s heart hammered as he searched for Ramie, but she’d been snatched up by the very man she had used him to avoid. Guilt washed over him for abandoning her, but if anyone could take care of themselves it was Ramie. She’d defended him more than once.

“Hey, look at me.” The blond tilted Jace’s chin up, but his tone wasn’t one of command or anger. He smiled, and Jace found himself drawn in. “What’s your name?”

“Jace.” He’d said the word too low to be heard over the music and opened his mouth to repeat it, but the man behind him leaned in closer and pressed his lips to Jace’s ear. A shiver raced down Jace’s back, and the room in the front of his pants vanished.

“Jace, my name is Stion. His name is Gair.”

The blond nodded, and Jace marveled at their hearing. “Are you guys brothers?”

Gair laughed and shook his head. “No.”

“So you’re—” His voice cracked when Gair moved in close, again capturing his chin, and he moved his lips along Jace’s jawline. Jace sucked in a breath and put his hands up to the massive chest. He’d intended to push, but somehow lost the ability on contact.