When my son grew too old to trick or treat, I gave him the job of handing out our candy. I was overjoyed when his disappointment turned to relish. He loved dropping goodies into the treat bags of goblins, ghouls, vampires and witches.
Halloween is one of my favorite holidays, because it combines both sweets and scares. I try to get the same combination in my books. My vampires are hot, dangerous males. My heroines are sassy, my stories have a bite of humor. Here's a an example from Bite My Fire, the first of the Biting Love series.
Elena O'Rourke is a cop with her first murder case. It's night and she's investigating on the streets when she meets Bo Strongwell...
My neck prickled. A presence—something—
My neck prickled. A presence—something—
Someone behind me.
I spun. Went for my gun. “Hold it right there…!”
My voice died in my throat. My XD pressed against the most amazing abs I’d ever seen. Washboard, eight-pack…whatever, licking those abs would be like tongue-surfing warm ocean waves.
A black tee stretched in all the right places over a torso ripped enough to star in 300. Bronzed cannon arms, dusted with blond hair, crossed over a battleship chest.
Very male. And very big. Viking big. With him, even my five-nine felt petite. I choked on a whimper as my eyes continued helplessly up.
Strong, corded neck. And his face…sweet Suzy’s Cream Cheesecakes. Warrior big and warrior gorgeous. Cheekbones cut from granite, arching blond brows, carved jaw. Thick wavy blond hair. Eyes the brilliant blue of the Mediterranean in summer. A fiercely beautiful face, the kind that jolts you in the gut.
But big, bad and yummy here was a stranger. Worse, he was wandering near a murder scene. Alone. By the Big Book of Police Rules, that made him a suspect. I firmed my grip on my gun. “Where’d you come from?”
Viking Guy’s eyes chilled to ice blue. “None of your business.”
He spoke in a dark rumble and radiated intensity. Ultra-alpha. I tamped down frissons of arousa…annoyance. One-handed, I whipped out my badge. “This says otherwise.”
He barely glanced at it. “A cop?”
“A detective. Tell me what you’re doing here. Now.” I underlined the word with a tiny push of my gun.
“If you must know, I was patrolling. For my neighborhood watch. Please don’t shoot me—Detective.”
Bite My Fire © 2009 Mary Hughes
At last, the perfect lover. Now what? Stake him, shoot him—or screw him?Elena O’Rourke lusts for two things—her detective’s shield and a good lay. Sass-Cgal’s “Bad Girl Sex Tips” will win her the man. But keeping the shield hinges on solving a murder.
Warrior-gorgeous Bo Strongwell stands in her way.
Powerful as a Viking warship, Bo would be Elena’s one-stop solution to celibacy—except for his apartment building full of mysteries. Plus, his kisses…and nibbles…and full body tongue-swipes…keep distracting her from the case. As if a caped clown named Dracula, a hooker with a heart of gold (and boobs of steel), and Elena’s own clueless partner aren’t distraction enough.
Bo Strongwell is a master vampire who needs a cop snooping around like he needs a garlic enema. Fighting rogues keeps him busy enough without Elena trying to pin the murder on one of his kind…even if she does taste like heaven.
Two fighters for justice. One incredible attraction. A terrible secret. Drunken women dancing on the bar… It all rides on Elena solving the Case of the Punctured Prick.
Warning: Jammed with hot explicit sex, graphic fanged violence, and acid cop humor. May contain donuts.
All Biting Love novels and The Bite of Silence are at Samhain Publishing, Amazon, Barnes&Noble. Ebooks only at Fictionwise, All Romance eBooks
And here's the giveaway! My son's out of the house and this is the first year I'll be handing out candy again. I need help--how do you do it? Any tricks you give out with the treats? Costumes, decorations you particularly like? Comment on this post to be entered for a chance to win an ebook from my backlist! Comment through 8:00 p.m. Central Standard Time. I'll pick a winner by random number.