I’m spooktakularly thrilled to be a part of Sam Cheever’s annual Trick or Treat contest! To begin playing, just pick an item from my goodie bag list below, send me an email with your selection. Then move on to the next author on the street. You will repeat this process at each successive author’s house until you get through all 13 authors.
***Please take some time to look around at each site. Some of the authors will be providing fun tidbits and free stories for your reading pleasure! If an author looks like someone you’d like to read, consider signing up for his/her newsletter.
On Halloween night at Midnight, each author will pick a winner from the emails sent to her site and send the names to Sam Cheever and on November 1st, Sam will pick two winners from those 13 “house” winners who will each win a Grand Prize basket.
Good luck everybody and have fun!
The grand prize baskets will include an assortment of the following.
- 2 Kindle paperwhite readers!
- Halloween t-shirts
- A boxed e-set of Sam Cheever’s Halloween books
- Halloween Decorations
- Halloween Candy
- A copy of The Late Great Show! from Gary K. Wolf
- A signed copy of Settler’s Mine: The Rivals and other promo items from Mechele Armstrong
- A bag full of autographed swag and a one of a kind bracelet/earring set from Wendi Zwaduk
- Romance Books ’4′ Us tote and size XL tee
- A necklace, bracelet and mug from M.L. Guida
- Signed print copy of True Blue Love from Melissa Lopez
- Signed copies of Silent Screams and Shadows & Dust from Yvonne Nicolas
- Black leather mini note pad & pen set and promo items from Dena Garson
- A necklace and earrings and a copy of Dogspell from Lizzie T. Leaf
- A Tote Bag filled with swag, an XL t-shirt and two autographed books from AuthorIsland.com
- Signed copy of The Dark Huntsman from Jessica Aspen
Only one trip down the street and you must be at least 18 years of age to play!
Read this fun excerpt from The Dark Huntsman and tell me XXX.
The Dark Huntsman
Trina looked up the valley. The dying light made it impossible for her to see much more than the silhouette of a horse and rider barrel through the boulders and uneven terrain, tearing down the rocky hillside at an impossible speed. But no barrel racer would endanger their mount careening down the mountain in a thunder storm. Or ride a horse the color of the absence of light, with freakish red eyes. Only something truly inhuman would light up her inner sight with that particular eerie blue glow.
The acid in her stomach rose into her throat.
An elven lord.
Oh Fuck! I’m screwed.
She swallowed the acid down. Her trap, her best effort, all her hard work. Dumb. Stupid. Pathetic. None of it would hold an elven lord, a full adult fae whose power would make her trap look like an art project. She wished she could hide the evidence, like a small child wiping up the crumbs of stolen cookies.
Horse and rider skidded and slowed in a shower of ricocheting rocks. The enormous hounds flowed out surrounding the labyrinth. The cloaked rider and his dark mount advanced.
She held still, athame at the ready in her sweaty hands, prepared to bolt if she had the chance. Her eyes flicked from the approaching rider, distracted by the lesser threat of the huge, sharp-toothed, and yellow-eyed hounds encircling the labyrinth. Silent sharks waiting for the command to take their prey.
“Damn shame to kill you, witch.” His voice was smooth, well-aged whiskey with a hint of brogue.
“What will you give me instead? A life requires a powerful exchange. I was sent for your death.”
Trina tried to keep her face even and not reveal her panic, or sudden fear and loss of confidence. She had nothing he could want. Anything of true power, that a fae like this one might consider valuable, was safely out of reach and driving down the road in the van. Gone. Along with any reinforcements.
“How about honesty?” She offered in desperation.
The nervous sweat on her back grew cold.
“Although I would enjoy taking the time,” he said, his low voice carrying easily over the wind and thunder, “we shouldn’t stand here bargaining. The queen awaits my report.”
The dark presence leaned forward, his impatient mount’s feet shifting on the gravel. The lord’s level tone distracted her, and she was unprepared when the horse moved. The pair crashed effortlessly into the labyrinth, cutting a destroying swath across the short, brushy, sage and heading for her at the center. The wards failed. Spectacular violent explosions burst into cascades of colored lights, as if they were merely firecrackers, instead of huge magical grenades.
The overwhelming smell of crushed sage rose, and she swore the evil-eyed horse laughed. She reached inside for what was left of her power, losing her grip on it when he leaned over and grabbed her arm. With no apparent effort, he hoisted her up.
She scrabbled for a handhold in an effort to not fly over the horse into the waiting sea of teeth and dogs. She tangled one hand in the long black mane and held tight to her slippery knife with the other.
Strong arms wrapped in leather tightened around her, forced her upright, her toes dangling sidesaddle. Everything happening too fast. She barely had a grip in the long black mane when the creature flexed under her and they flew over the candles.
The flames blew out.
They landed on the other side of the labyrinth in a hard jolt. She slipped.
If I fall, I could run.
Before the thought had been and gone, her grip on the mane loosened. She slid to the side. Hot breath and the scrape of teeth on her ankle warned her, just in time. She yanked her foot out of range of the snapping jaws, and lost her precarious balance. Making an instinctive grab for the mane with her right hand, she dropped the knife.
Her kidnapper growled and tightened his grip on her stomach and she gasped for her voice.
“Put me down!”
“I’m afraid it’s too late for that. I either kill you or take you with me.” The sparkling black blade of his laughter cut deep into her soul.
Accelerating faster and faster, they wove in and out of the treacherous rocks in a mad, blurring rush up the side of the valley. If she fell off now and hit a rock, she’d be road-kill. She anchored both hands firmly in the mane and leaned back into the solid chest of her attacker.
They raced on, licks of green fire lighting up the hill behind them. A deep maw of black within purple mist formed ahead, transforming the familiar landscape into a horror. The knowledge of where they headed slammed inside her brain.
Trina’s heart sped into a sharp staccato.
Words of denial formed in her constricted throat, gone long before she had a chance to know what they were.
Don’t make me go.
They rocketed to the top of the valley, the piranha hounds schooling tightly around them as they raced to the looming mouth of the portal. Steely muscles bunched and flexed under her. Launching into the air, they flew into the mix of fog and darkness encased in the sound of her scream.
What’s your favorite supernatural in this treat bag?
- The dangerous but sexy elven lord?
- The strong yet vulnerable witch?
- The suspiciously evil beast that isn’t a horse?
- The threat of the Faery Queen?
- The portal?
Select from my goodie bag and send me an email to tell me what you picked then don’t forget to hop on over to Sam Cheever’s site for the list of other authors sites where you can enter the contest. And have a Happy Halloween!
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Contest is closed. Winners have been sent their emails. Thanks for participating!