Friday, October 31, 2014

Spooktacular Blog Hop!

Welcome to the Halloween Blog Hop! Several amazing writers are participating this year, and I hope you'll check out their work. We'll have all sorts of goodies, including free Halloween fiction, contests and giveaways!

For my spooky contribution I've posted the beginning of my new story RESURRECTION. It's the third book in the Amsel Clan series (REMEMBER HIM and NOT HUMAN ENOUGH were 1 & 2). This is a bit of a ghost story, as someone from the past has seemingly come back to haunt the vampires. I plan on posting new chapters regularly, in addition to my Wednesday Briefs series, THE BOYS OF BELSMEADE. I hope you like the story!

Anyone who comments on this post will be entered into the giveaway for this primitive-style pumpkin head doll (made by my mother!). PLEASE remember to leave an email address so I can contact you if you win! Good luck!


Amsel Clan Book Three


Frank McCall was exhausted after his trip to London. All he wanted to do was go home to his wife and feed. He hated synthetic blood. Even when Sam Gebhardt had figured out how to produce it in mass quantities, the taste didn't improve. Yes, it would get you by, and some of the younger vampires liked it with flavor blends added, but when you're four hundred years old, like Frank, you want the real deal. He smiled when he pictured his mate offering up her slender throat, but his erotic thoughts were interrupted by the pilot announcing their arrival in New York.

After customs, he pulled out his phone to call his driver. Before he dialed though, he caught the scent of another vampire somewhere near. He scanned the crowd until he spotted the other immortal across the room. When the strange vamp turned and made eye contact, Frank's blood froze and a bolt of fear rooted him to the spot. He had to be hallucinating. It couldn't be who he thought it was. He snapped a quick picture, but it was a little blurry.

The phantom looked at him and winked, then disappeared into the crowd. Frank dialed Stefan Gebhardt's number and braced himself.



I couldn't believe that Jake and Will were getting ready for their first year of college. Greta and Kirner were in Connecticut getting Mazrin settled at her boarding school, so Freyr and I offered to help the boys move. They'd wanted to live on-campus for their freshman year at Columbia, but we convinced them that being vampires wouldn't be particularly conducive to dorm life. The decision was made to find a nice place in a good neighborhood, but my mate wasn't about to do anything half-way.

So there I was, settling with the decorators in an enormous two-bedroom penthouse. Freyr supervised the movers while Jake and Will stood on looking amused. The latter shook his head. "Not many freshmen in college would have a professionally decorated penthouse to party in."

Freyr spun around and glared. "There will be no partying in this apartment. I had to pull several strings with the co-op to get them to allow two eighteen-year olds to live here, so you two will be on your best behavior. If I hear of any parties, you'll find yourselves in a sixth-floor walk-up in Yonkers. Do I make myself clear?"

"So keggers are out?" Jake asked with a laugh.

I stepped in front of Jake before Freyr could reach him. "Babe. He was kidding."

But the kid wouldn't let up. "What about Roman orgies?"

I turned to Jake and let my eyes blaze into his. Just a little push from me had him holding his head and wincing. Freyr laughed and patted Jake on the back. "Don’t mess with the supervamp, Jake. And having friends over is fine. Just don't overdo it."

"Can you please not call me that?" I asked indignantly.

"Sorry," Freyr said. He kissed me on the cheek and turned back to the movers. One of the delivery men looked at us in disgust and said something in Spanish to his co-worker. Freyr, who is fluent in more languages than anyone I know, growled quietly. "Do you have a problem with my husband? Or me?"

"No, sir," the terrified man said.

"Good. Then get the shit off the truck, leave it in the foyer and get the fuck out. I'll move it myself."

"Yourself, sir?" the other mover said skeptically.

Freyr's eyes darkened. He gripped the edge of the brand new granite counter and broke if off as if it was a loaf of soft bread. Then he crumbled it in his hands and dropped the dust onto the floor. "Yes. I'll do it myself. Any questions?"

I've never seen a human move as fast as those two men moved. I put my hands on my hips. "Did you have to break the counter?"

Freyr pouted. "Yes. He pissed me off."

I sighed and turned to the decorator. "Is it possible to replace it?"

She looked worried. "I'm not sure if I can match the pattern to the other pieces."

"I'll pay for all new if you can't," Freyr said. He had the decency to look ashamed. "I'm really sorry."

"That's okay," she said. "I wish I had a husband who defended my honor like that. Personally, I think you guys are adorable. Well, I hope you're all happy with the way things turned out. Thanks for choosing our firm. And I'll be in touch about the granite."


After we set up the rest of the furniture, we were going to take the boys food shopping, but Will and Jake were casting each other fairly lustful glances, so we decided to give them their privacy. I was just glad I'd thought to double insulate the walls for all the noise those two were going to make on their first night in their new place.

On the drive home, I took Freyr's hand and kissed it. "I love you," I said.

"I love you too."

I studied his profile for a few minutes before desire for my mate overcame reason. I reached over and yanked on his belt. He swerved and quickly corrected. Someone in the next lane honked, so Freyr pulled off the highway and braked hard.

"What the hell, Carter?"

His irritation only urged me on. I leaned over and nipped his ear. "I want to suck you."

"Now?" he asked incredulously. "On the side of the highway?"

"Please. Let me suck you."

A salacious smile brightened Freyr’s face and he put the seat back. I made quick work of his belt and zipper and pulled his thick cock out of his boxers. Without waiting, I wrapped my lips around the tip and sucked hard.

"Fuck," Freyr moaned. He wrapped his fingers in my hair and pulled me off. With a glint in his eye, he said, "Let me fuck your mouth."

"Yes," I hissed. I switched to a better position and hummed around his shaft. Holding my hair tightly, he thrust up with his hips while pushing down on my head. The tip of his cock slid into my throat. He was big and it was really uncomfortable, but the sounds escaping from my mate more than made up for it.

"Oh, babe… fuck… please… don't shit!"

I sat up and looked at him in bewilderment. "Don't shit? Ew!"

He didn't answer. His gaze was focused on the rearview mirror. I looked back and saw a state trooper's cruiser parked behind us, lights flashing, and an officer stalking toward us. Freyr zipped up his pants and yelled in pain when the skin of his dick got caught. He was lucky vampire's skin was much tougher than a human's, but it still must of hurt.

"Oh, honey, are you okay?" I asked.

He scowled at me, so I shut up. Freyr lowered the window and the cop's eyebrows drew down. "Do you know that you're parked in an 'Authorized Vehicles Only' area?"

He pointed to a sign right in front of us and Freyr sighed. "No sir, I didn't."

"You didn't see that huge sign right in front of you?"

"No, sir. I had… other things on my mind."

"Other things," the cop repeated.

I explained in one breath. "I told him I thought I heard something in the engine and he pulled off to see if he heard the same thing, but he didn't hear anything so then he told me that I was being paranoid so I told him that I was just worried about the car, but he insisted that I was definitely paranoid and we started fighting and—"

"Enough," the cop barked. "I get it. Just be on your way. Now."

Freyr put the car in gear and carefully pulled onto the highway. “Well, I hope you’re happy.”

“Not entirely,” I said. “Can you find someplace else to pull over?”

“For shit’s sake, Carter! Can't you control your libido until tonight?”

I crossed my arms and looked out my window. “I suppose. Doubt I’ll still be in the mood by then, but whatever.”

“Ha!” Freyr barked. “You? Not in the mood? I’ll believe that when I see it.”

A scathing reply was forming in mind, but Freyr’s cell rang. He checked the ID and put the call on speaker. “Stefan, you have just saved me from a—“

Stefan cut him off. “You have to get home, Frey.”

“What happened?” I asked.

Stefan paused. “It's better if I tell you when you—“

I growled. “You’ll tell us now.”

“All right. You know Frank McCall?”

“Of course,” Freyr replied.

“He called earlier, frantic, saying he’d seen a ghost.”

Freyr snorted. “Sounds like someone slipped him some spiked O neg.”

“No,” Stefan insisted. “He was serious, and he took a photo to prove it.”

“Well, who’s this ghost supposed to be?” my mate asked skeptically.

Stefan cleared his throat. “Frey, it’s a picture of Alder. I don’t know how or why, but he’s back.”

To be continued...


Please check out all of these wonderful participating authors!

Dawn Flemington
Denise Wyant
Draven St. James
HB Pattskyn
Heloise West
JC Wallace
Jim Dunaway
Julie Lynn Hayes
LM Brown
LM Somerton
Lori Toland
MA Church
Michael Rupured
Morticia Knight
Susan Mac Nicol
Tali Spencer
Tucker McCallahan


  1. Ohhh, looking interesting!! Can't wait for more... but really want more Belsmeade. It stopped so dramatically this week. Gahh!!
    But I will forgive you because I love your works!

    1. Thanks! I'm really glad you like Belsmeade, too. It's nice to hear.

  2. Cool idea for a prize! Thanks for taking part in the Halloween Blog Hop too. :)

    1. Not sure how she'd feel if she read the story! ;)

  3. Awesome Ansel Clan chapter! Cant wait for more!