Updated: Oct 13
Today, I'm spook-thrilled to be a part of Bewitching Book Tours Haunted Halloween Spooktacular from October 2 - 31. Throughout October I'll feature a new spooky read for you to enjoy! The first one is HONEY DROP by Krishtina Mayers, Illustrated by Alicia R. Norman, which is a dark fantasy and paranormal romance that will keep your blood pumping. Check out the details below and don't forget to enter the giveaway!
Tome 1 Volume 2 Alicia R. Norman and Krishtina Mayers Genre: dark fantasy romance drama, paranormal romance, fantasy romance Publisher: Luv Multimedia Date of Publication: September 3, 2023
ASIN: B0CH8WNJYJ Number of pages: 274 pages Word Count: 57, 527 Cover Artist: Alicia Norman Tagline: When Love and Death Embrace Book Description:
With Abigail bitterly angry and their friendship in jeopardy, Prina finds herself drawn even more to Thayn and his mystical dark world. As she grows closer to him, the woman realizes his dark secrets involve a cosmic, political enterprise that may pull her and everyone she loves into the undertow.
Mo Mo, Hekate, and Tabietha are also well aware of Keres and Moros' dangerous schemes but are also busy trying to cover up their involvement with Thayn's plans for Proserypn--when they do finally give the duo the attention they deserve, they all find it is too late to stop what is coming down the pike.
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Not Him. --by Krishtina Mayers
That's what she'd seen on her phone.
"I'll be there soon."
That was her reply.
They were millennials. It didn't feel like that, though. It felt like they were a bunch of teenagers.
Rebecca exited the camper and locked the door behind her. Her loose boots squished on the damp grass as she descended from the metal steps.
Off into the night. There was a thick moon out, but she still needed her phone's light.
Her clamshell cell phone was in her hand, shut and with the flashlight on. The pig shaped suction cup on one side helped her keep a better grip. She walked. She went down to the neighbor's pond.
Smooth, masculine laughing.
Rebecca's heart tingled and skittered. She twitched and gasped. Her light zoomed to the left. Her boots halted. Her eyes popped as they searched for anything strange.
Rebecca's skin cooled as she mentally told herself it was fine. Besides, if there was trouble, it didn't matter. She'd soon be in the embrace of a martial artist she was madly in love with. He'd beat ass for her.
Her stride quickened. The empty field was the next landmark. Then the bare road without a single pavement marking. Then all the way down that road to the graveyard. That's where her man would be.
In her ear!
Rebecca yelped and spun around. Her light broke through. Up ahead, in the distance she saw it. It was right where she'd been. She could see the damn camper! She could see him! A man!
Not her man!!
A tall shadow, a great figure, a featureless man.
With peculiar extensions growing from each side of his head, branching, splitting, silent.
A proud stance. A sturdy stance.
Turned and ran.
She couldn't go back to the camper. He was there. The demon. The thing!
Her feet slipped in her boots. She tripped over. Kicked her boots away. Only socks could protect her tiny feet. She felt the wet grass and dirt as she pushed herself up and continued. Her breath scraped inside herself. Her fingers were tight claws on her phone. Her knees hurt. Her calves ached. She was crying.
Then she was knocked over. Flipped over. Made to look up at the thing. Stare up at the thing. Her breath was gone. She coughed. Saliva and mucus splattered out.
The flashlight showed her just enough. A strange face. Spotted fur. A black nose with large, rounded nostrils. Wild, black eyes. A long tongue sticking out of a huge mouth. Uneven teeth that didn't even seem to be in the correct places. Curling antlers with sharp points.
She felt his palm sink into her face. She smelled sweat and musk. Her soft feet rammed into the thick muscle above her. Her nails dug in as she scratched. The fur glided unger those dull, weak nails. Loose and powdery soil was disturbed and dusted over her.
She wanted to fight him off.
The Ghost Of You - By Alicia R. Norman
The ghost of you still lingers
in the corners of my mind
leaving drops of memory
and sinful thought behind
the moonlit path of darkened rose
a patch of warm sunshine
the ghost of you, it often haunts
and blackness of my mind
A warm embrace
a sinful touch
a blood drop here
just oh so much
a candy lick
The smell of which
I shan't forget
make no mistake
leave not behind
a million ghosts
About the Authors: Krishtina Mayers is a romance fiction writer from North Carolina. She prefers blending fantasy, humor, and darkness in almost everything she writes. Her hobbies include playing video games, cooking, and studying history. She likes her romance the same way she likes her chili con carne, spicy with a good amount of sausage and beans ... and maybe wrapped in a soft shell tortilla to make big bites easier to handle. By day, Alicia Norman is a copy specialist at a major marketing firm, by night, she is a screenwriter and animator. She lives with her two kids and three cats in the burbs of Dallas, GA, and aspires to share her own brand of historical erotic fiction with BFF and co-writer Krishtina Mayers.
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