Welcome to the Halloween Heat author blog hop. I and my fellow contributors in Halloween Heat I are joined by Tara Lain from Halloween Heat IV to offer you the chance to win prizes by hopping from blog to blog leaving comments.
Comment below for a chance to win a $10 Amazon gift certificate with the name of your favourite horror story and your email address. then follow the links below to go from blog to blog and win other prizes. Posts open for comments until Sunday midnight EST – I’ll pick the winner on Monday.
Halloween Heat I
An Anthology of Erotic Paranormal M/M Romance
Five erotic stories of gay love and passion with a paranormal twist—ghosts and spirits and otherworldly delights, perfect for Halloween.
“Love Lies Deep” by Tristram La Roche
“Idle Hands” by Reneé George
“Costumes” by Dianne Hartsock
“Eden” by Kiran Hunter
“Set in Stone” by Elin Gregory
Halloween Heat IV
Erotic Contemporary M/M Romance
Two hot tales of contemporary gay romance to fill your goodie bag this Halloween.
“Trex or Treat” by Tara Lain
“Desert Candy” by AC Fox
My story, Set in Stone, is set in the Brecons Beacons in Wales. They aren’t as high or craggy as some but the Mountain Rescue volunteers work and play as hard as any. New boy, Joe, accepts that he has to earn his place but his initiation, to spend the night at a remote standing stone high in the hills, is more exciting than expected.
Read on for a SFW excerpt.
I eased out of my sleeping bag, keeping low, and crawled into a hollow behind the standing stone. I should have known that there would be more to the hazing than simply denying me the comfort of the bunkhouse for the night.
Try to ambush me and you’ll deserve all you get, you silly bastards.
There – I heard the scuff of a foot on the turf, a breath. I roared as I hurdled the stone.
I saw him clearly, massive shoulders gleaming in the light of a huge full moon, hair flying as he whirled and the blade in his hand leapt out toward me. I ducked and hit him in the midriff with my shoulder, grunted as the hilt cracked down into my ribs, swore as we crashed into the standing stone. I snatched at his wrist and twisted. The blade, too long for a knife, too short for a sword, fell to the ground. He had my other wrist now. As we strained against each other, feet hooking and kicking to try to throw the other off balance, my lungs filled with the sharp scent of mingled wood smoke, mutton fat, sweat and blood. But mostly—my breath caught as I breathed it in—he smelled of man. Strong, healthy, and aroused. Distracted, I stumbled as he hooked at my ankle. My back and head slammed into the stone with a startling clash of metal and we stared at each other. Moonlight shone on his pale eyes, the lime spiking his dark hair, the whorl of blue on his cheek under his left eye. The twisted beasts on the finials of the band of gold around his thick neck snarled at me. He laughed.
and finally Tristram La Roche whose post will be going up at midnight tonight.