An’ little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue, An’ the lamp-wick sputters, an’ the wind goes woo-oo! An’ you hear the crickets quit, an’ the moon is gray, An’ the lightnin’-bugs in dew is all squenched away,– You better mind yer parunts, an’ yer teachurs fond an’ dear, An’ churish them ‘at loves you, an’ dry the orphant’s tear, An’ he’p the pore an’ needy ones ‘at clusters all about, Er the Gobble-uns ‘ll git you Ef you Don’t Watch Out!
by: James Whitcomb Riley
Shivers! I just love Halloween and all the scary fun leading up to it. But what is it about these scary movies and stories that are so deliciously bone chilling? Why do we like to be frightened? I can’t really say. I only know that I love snuggling with my man on the couch, blanket up to my nose, holding his…um…hand, while monsters and ghouls cross the screen.
Better yet, I love to read a good ghost story, something that has me glancing over my shoulder as I turn the pages. Who can resist our handsome heroes’ mad dash for cover? The creaking on the stairs? A scream in the dark?
In fact, I love creepy scary stories so much I’ve written several of my own this year, taking part in two separate anthologies.
Costumes, part of Halloween Heat m/m
Released Oct. 5 from Etopia Press: http://etopiapressblog.wordpress.com/
There’s a presence in the attic, malevolent, waiting. When Bennie’s aunt passes away he’s given the task of sorting her things before the estate sale. But the chore that should have been a pleasant visit to the past becomes a nightmare for him and his longtime lover, Paul, as the dark presence seeks a new home in them. Their once gentle and sensual love turns to a dark passion, hard and rough and hurtful. Paul sees the change, but will his love be strong enough to save them?
Bennie started pulling out wigs and hats and scarves, a pirate shirt and a werewolf mask. “Remember this one?” he asked and giggled as he held up a pink tutu.
“Oh god, yes. I thought your father was going to have a seizure. What were we, ten?” Paul rubbed the frilly skirt between his fingers. He’d grown up in the house next to the Ramseys, and he and Bennie were as close as brothers. Closer, when at fourteen they discovered it was more fun to sleep in the same bed than separately.
Bennie flashed him a look, light blue eyes dancing with mischief. Paul’s heartbeat quickened. Bennie’s hair fell in reddish-blond ringlets around his pale face. A few freckles brushed his checks, and Paul bent his head and licked them. He’d teased Bennie as a child that he’d wash them away one day with his tongue. One night, in Paul’s room, Bennie had shown him where his other freckles were. Now he could never taste these without wanting the others.
Bennie quirked a brow. “Think it will still fit me?”
Paul’s hungry gaze traveled the slender body of his lover. “You’ve filled out some,” he murmured, purposefully lingering on the provocative bulge in Bennie’s snug jeans.
Pretty color tinged Bennie’s cheeks. “Let’s find out.” He pulled his T-shirt over his head, wiggled out of his pants, and tied the tutu around his hips.
Paul chuckled and tilted his head. “Your underwear’s showing.”
Bennie looked at the blue cotton peeking from under the edge of the pink fluff. “Easily fixed,” he said slipped off the boxers. Paul sucked in a breath. Bennie had grown in the past nine years, and the tutu stopped shy of covering his balls.
“Fuck,” Paul whispered, his dick instantly hard. He reached to cup Bennie’s luscious sac, but his darling skipped out of reach, laughing over his shoulder as he fled across the room. He did several surprisingly good pirouettes along the way, and Paul growled and started after him at the flash of his delicious ass. Bennie struck a casual pose against an old dresser, but nibbled his lip, a sure sign he was just as aroused.
Paul gripped the back of Bennie’s head to hold him in place when he reached him and plundered his mouth, sucking the sweetness off his tongue. Bennie thrust his hips, and Paul dropped his hands to grip his firm ass and lift him onto the dresser. He laughed, seeing Bennie’s swollen cock tangled in the layers of tulle.
“This is a problem,” he murmured and kneaded Bennie’s balls. He leaned down and gently bit Bennie’s dick, savoring his gasp.
Paul jumped back at a sudden crash on the floor. The discordant notes of some old song filled the air.
They looked at the broken music box by Paul’s feet, still playing its haunting melody. Bennie smiled sheepishly. “Sorry. Knocked it off the shelf.” Then his face brightened. “Oh, something pretty.” He jumped off the dresser and retrieved a gold chain from the splinters.
Paul stared at the old-fashioned skeleton key lying in Bennie’s slim hand. A shiver ran through him, though he couldn’t say why.
“Put it down. I’m not through with you.”
But Bennie seemed captivated by the keepsake. Paul shook his arm, and Bernie finally looked up at him, blinking several times as if to focus. A brilliant smile crossed Bennie’s face as he slipped the gold chain over his neck. The key glittered obscenely against his leanly muscled chest, and Paul wanted to rip it off him. He’d never believed in that paranormal crap, but the key seemed to exude an aura of malice and danger.
“You’ll have to catch me,” Bennie teased, backing away with a twirl of the pink tutu and giving Paul a splendid view of his ass as he trotted away. Paul dashed after him, but he managed to stay out of reach, dodging behind furniture and boxes. Paul almost pinned him against a dresser, but when he lowered his head for a kiss, Bennie slipped out from under his arm and escaped.
“Bennie,” Paul growled.
Bennie laughed over his shoulder and finally allowed Paul to trap him in a dimly lit corner.
“You’ll pay now,” Paul murmured between kisses, then made Bennie face the wall and spread his legs.
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Andrew Calls the Dead
Love is powerful, but is it strong enough to raise the dead?
Every birthday Cyrus visits the dance clubs with a surprise for the young men. This year, the tables are turned.
In the Shadows
He waits in the shadows; silent, hungry. Careful! He might be watching you.
Check these anthologies out, if you get the chance. Lots of chilling scariness from authors I’m sure you’re familiar with.
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Damon's hunger gnaws at him. He needs to feed soon before desire overrides caution and he enters the village.
For Lacey, the sight of Damon drinking from his brother's throat should repulse him. Instead, he's oddly aroused. Damon is all his fantasies come true. Lovely and dangerous.
As Damon's prisoner, Lacey's love for his beautiful captor grows, but will love be enough to set them both free?
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