Sam's Sunday Snippet

In the mood for a fast, fun Halloween read? A Honeybun in Hell might be just the thing! 

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"...The story itself has a little bit of everything; mystery and intrigue, action and adventure, sexual chemistry and sweet romance, not to mention a kick-butt spooky location. Once again Sam Cheever's witty tone and quirky characters give readers a quick and lively caper. This is one that I will read and enjoy over and over again." ~ Got Romance Reviews

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The cat yowled its dismay as Bella turned around and started climbing toward the third floor. When she reached the third floor landing she stopped, gasping in horror. Condensation rose from the handle of the door leading into the hallway.

It was covered in frost.

Bella closed her eyes and swore. Pulling the sleeve of her sweater over her hand she reached to grab the handle, expecting a spark when she touched the frosty metal. Spirits always left behind electrical energy. People like Bella were sensitive to it.

The handle sparked and Bella jerked but held on, turning it quickly and entering the hall.

The hallway was cold and darker than usual. Her foot crunched on broken glass as she stepped through the door. She realized the light fixture above the door was broken. A soft, spitting sound made her jump. The wires from the fixture were exposed and arcing, like the fixture had been ripped right off the ceiling.

Fammy yowled on the other side of the door and Bella opened it, grabbing her up before she could cut her paws on the glass. The rotund feline complained loudly and tried to squirm away. Bella set her down a few feet away from the glass. “Stay away from this glass or you’re gonna have sore paws, cranky kitty.”

Fammy yowled snottily and stalked down the hallway, her tail snapping with irritation. Bella’s vision improved enough to allow her to see dim shapes in the pitch black space. She followed Fammy’s whipping tail toward the end of the hall, where the shadows deepened to pure black and the air was meat locker cold.

Fammy stopped suddenly and hissed, her tail going rigid and her fur standing up on end. Bella’s skin prickled and she broke out all over in a cold sweat.

No! Stop him, please!

The disembodied voice slammed through Bella’s head and she gasped, pitching sideways and hitting the wall hard. She caught herself and managed to stay upright, leaning heavily against the wall.

Down by her feet, Fammy expanded to twice her normal size, her fur standing on end with alarm. Winding frantically against Bella’s calves, the rotund feline hissed and spit in warning against whatever stalked them. Bella tried to focus enough to see what lurked in the shadows, but she couldn’t shake the cold, mind numbing fog that had slammed over her. A frigid breeze, thick with a sickly sweet smell, whipped past her, and icy fingers trailed across her skin. Bella snatched her arm away and screamed. The ground shifted beneath her feet and her knees buckled, her eyes rolling back in her head.

Fammy had gone quiet. The lack of sound ominous.

Bella fought the unconsciousness that pulled at her. She was vaguely aware of a deep, concerned voice and a pair of strong arms wrapping her up in blessed heat. That was the last thing her mind registered as the jagged edges of her consciousness spliced her mind. Shutting out the physical world, and casting her harshly into her nightmares.

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Sam's Sunday Snippets

If you're a Honeybun fan, this is where it all started. If you haven't "tasted" your first Honeybun yet, this is a good place to start. #:0) A fun, fast paced romantic suspense, A Honeybun and Coffee is Alastair and Angie's story. The snippet below is not part of any excerpts I've ever published for this book. It's brand new! Enjoy.

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RT Magazine gave A Honeybun and Coffee 4 Stars!
"...the adrenaline shot of the Honeybun brothers will definitely catch the attention of every romance reader out there. The first in the Honeybun Hunks series is a goodie. You will want one of these Honeybuns with your morning coffee!"

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The house was tiny, white, and non-descript in every way.  The yard was bare to the point of tacky, with patchy green grass that stood up in tufts here and there like somebody had forgotten to mow for a few weeks…or years.

Alastair easily found the key under a ratty old doormat that said, “Go away, I have a gun.”

“Subtle.”  Angie said.

Dust bunnies attacked them as they entered the front door and then danced around their feet in the breeze from outside.  Angie sneezed.  “Well, I guess I know what we’ll be doing first.”  She said with a wry smile.

“It’s not really like the movies is it? Where the house is clean and fully stocked and filled with competent looking guys with big guns?”

Angie grimaced, “Who nearly always get killed almost immediately because somehow the bad guys infiltrate the police department and find out where the good guys are holed up?”

Alastair nodded, “There is that.  So…what? You’re thinking since the house is dirty and unkempt and there are no guys with big guns we should be safe?”

“That’s what I’m thinkin’ yeah.”

They shared a smile. Walking through the tiny house they quickly got acclimated. There were only four rooms, five if you counted the tiny bathroom. Two bedrooms, a living room with a small, black and white TV, and a very small kitchen tucked into the very back of the house. The kitchen window had bars over it and the back door was solid metal, no window. “Stainless steel, very contemporary, with a warm patina of high security lock up about it.” Angie murmured.

Alastair, deciding humor was the best way to deal with the depressing little house, nodded and cocked his head, placing his hand on his chin as if considering decorating possibilities. “Yes, generally we see the stainless steel on the appliances rather than the exterior door, but I’m kind of partial to the puke green of the appliances myself and wouldn’t change them for anything.”

Angie cocked her head to mimic him and said, “Puke is not quite right, I think this shade is more snot or booger. With a tinge of Malaria mucus thrown in.”

Alastair laughed and walked over to the phone on the wall.  “Holy shit! It has a dial.”

Angie was busy opening cupboards and didn’t look at him. “Well I would hope it’s working! It wouldn’t do us much good otherwise.”

“No, I mean it has an actual dial on the front of it.” He picked up the receiver, puke green to match the appliances, and put it to his ear. “Shit! A dial but no dial tone. Perfect.”

Alastair hung up the phone and turned toward the front door. “I’d better lock up and set the alarm, just in case.”

Angie leaned against the scarred kitchen counter. Tears filled her eyes as a sudden feeling of homesickness swamped her. She hadn’t spoken to her sister for days and she’d had to abandon her coffee shoppe, which had been her life up until a few days earlier when the nightmare started. And now she had to stay in the grungy little pit of a house for days with nothing to do. She heard Alistair returning and quickly turned toward the refrigerator, swiping at her wet cheeks guiltily.

“We’re all locked up.” He came up behind her and looked over her shoulder as she peered into the refrigerator, more for a way to hide her red eyes than with any interest in its contents.

“Score!” Alastair reached past her and grabbed two bottles of beer. “We have beer, and I have a cell phone. We can call for pizza. The day is looking up.” When she just nodded, not trusting herself to speak, he stood silently behind her for a moment. She prayed he’d move away so she could get herself pulled together before turning around. 

But instead he moved closer. 

When he suddenly slid his arms around her waist Angie stiffened at the unexpected contact. However, she quickly realized that, although the contact was unexpected, it certainly wasn’t unwelcome. In fact it felt pretty damn good. She leaned back and allowed him to cradle her for a moment, hot tears rolling down her cheeks.

Alastair leaned his head against the top of hers and sighed. “I’m sorry.”

She shook her head. The last thing she wanted was for him to feel bad. It wasn’t his fault either. He’d just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. “I’m okay, I just get hit with these feelings every once in a while. I’ve been working through them.”

He nuzzled at her neck, just below her ear. “You’re pretty amazing you know that?”

And here she’d been feeling pretty stupid and weak. She shook her head again, afraid to speak for fear she’d break down into tears.

His lips gently worked the sensitive flesh of her neck, leaving behind warmth and a sense of loss when they moved on. The tears stopped as her body kicked into a new emotion and she found herself holding her breath, afraid that he’d stop. She closed her eyes and let herself relax completely against him, sighing. 

His lips worked their way up to her ear and she shivered as the warmth of his breath made a wisp of hair flutter against her cheek. Somewhere low on her body she started to clench and warm. Her mind let go of the fear and grabbed hold of the new, more welcome sensations of lust. Which was why when he whispered into her ear, his voice husky with emotion, she jumped and her eyes flew open.

“Just pepperoni or extra deep meat lover’s?”

Angie laughed and Alastair nipped gently at her ear lobe before letting go of her to step away.

She tried to ignore the way her body mourned the loss of him as he punched a single number into his cell phone.

“You have it on speed dial?”

He shrugged, “Hey, come on, I’m a single guy.  Where do you think those clichés come from?”

Angie laughed again and shook her head.  Suddenly the next few days seemed filled with possibility rather than just boredom and fear.  “Thin crust, green pepper and onion.”

He made a face, “Bleurg!  That’s a girl pizza.”

She shrugged and grinned at him.

Shaking his head he murmured, “I’ll order two pizzas then, a real one and one without testosterone.”

Angie continued to grin, “Salad too.”

Alastair looked as if somebody had stepped on his privates. But he ordered salad along with the two pizzas. 

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Honeybun at a Dude Ranch - Book 6 of my fun Honeybun Hunks series, is here! 


He wants to be alone to think about his life…and ends up saving hers!

Depressed by injuries that have sidelined his career and pretty sure he’ll never find love, Heathcliffe goes to his cousin Peyton's Dude Ranch in Southern Indiana for some "alone" time. His plan is to contemplate the direction his life is taking and figure out how to get back on track.

But he didn’t count on Nita Harley, the ranch's newly hired activity director. Nita's an attractive, young widow who's trying to make sense of her life too, but her problems are much more urgent and dangerous than Heathcliffe's. Someone is killing everyone Nita connects with and, as their feelings for each other grow, she's pretty sure Heathcliffe will be next.

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The snow started to fall harder, faster, in supersized flakes. It was beautiful. Bouncing along in front of him, Nita pulled her thigh length sweater closer and inhaled deeply. “It’s a gorgeous night. Great night for a naked ride, eh?”

Heathcliffe tripped and fell forward, barely keeping himself upright by grabbing hold of a thick tree branch intruding on the narrow pathway. Snow dumped on his head when he shook the branch. “Huh? What?”

Muted by the falling snow, Nita’s hearty laugh didn’t lose any of its power. It throbbed against Heathcliffe’s senses, sending a jolt of interest thrumming through his system.

He shook his head. “Are you gonna keep tweaking me, firecracker? ‘Cause I have seven brothers you know. Payback’s worse than a bitch in our house…she’s bitch’s terrorist cousin.”

Nita started running. “Bring it, Honeybun. I’m not afraid of you or your seven brothers.”

He caught up to her as she was unlocking the door to his cabin. Her fingers were so cold she couldn’t get the key to turn in the lock. “Here, give me that. Why didn’t you put on some clothes before we left?”

She huddled in her sweater and waggled her eyebrows at him until he laughed. “You’re incorrigible.” Heathcliffe pushed the door open and tried to usher her inside.

She resisted. “My muffins, remember? I need to get back.”

“You shouldn’t be out here alone in the dark. I’ll walk you back.”

“Then I’ll have to walk you back here, and then you’ll have to walk me back there. Then I’ll…”

“Okay, okay, I get it. Just…” Heathcliffe reached to swipe a snowflake off her nose. “Be careful, okay?”

Another snowflake landed on her lush bottom lip and her tongue came out, sweeping it away. “You’re thinking, what? A mad omelet maker might sneak up on me and whisk me into senselessness. Or wait, a crazy sous chef might decide I’d be better with drawn butter…”

Heathcliffe lowered his head and did the only thing he could think of to stop her from talking. He touched his lips to hers.

Big mistake.

Earth shattering, world changing, catastrophic mistake. 

As soon as their lips touched, Heathcliffe’s mind shut down and his body exploded with sensation. Before he realized what he was doing, he’d pulled her into his arms and was wrapped around her so tightly she had no chance of escaping unless he wanted to let her go.

Though she shivered in his arms, the heat they created together was more than enough to melt the snow around them. Her lips were as soft as he’d imagined. Her sweet breath fluttered against his face in heated puffs. Heathcliffe inhaled her exquisite essence and it made him light headed. And when she twined her tiny hands in his shirt and pulled him more deeply into the kiss, Heathcliffe knew he was lost. He didn’t have the strength to break the kiss, didn’t want to. He wanted more of the tiny little spitfire in his arms. Right at that moment, in fact, he wanted all of her—needed—everything she had to offer him. 

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A Honeybun In Hell - Paranormal Romantic Suspense

5 stars from Got Romance Reviews! "These Honeybun stories just keep getting hotter! With every new book in this series I love them more and more. The story itself has a little bit of everything; mystery and intrigue, action and adventure, sexual chemistry and sweet romance, not to mention a kick-butt spooky location. Once again Sam Cheever's witty tone and quirky characters give readers a quick and lively caper. This is one that I will read and enjoy over and over again." 

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Edric watched Plaithe scurry off and then turned back to the cemetery. He smiled. It was absolutely perfect. Creepy…but perfect. He could make great use of it in his book. The cemetery appeared to be about a half acre square and was completely bounded by shoulder high, black, iron fencing with skulls serving as finials for its many posts. 

He entered the cemetery beneath an ivy covered archway and looked around. The grass under his sneakers was thick and well-tended and the faint smell of lemons wafted toward him from somewhere. He peered around looking for the source. 

That’s when he spotted her. 

She sat in the center of an ornate concrete bench, her feet stretched out in front of her and her hands resting on either side of her hips. She wore an oversized, cream colored sweater and jeans. Matching leather boots climbed her legs to mid calf and were scrunched softly over her jeans. Her hair fell past her shoulders and was a rich auburn color. It was carelessly bunched at the back of her head, captured in some kind of plastic clip, like she’d shoved it there just to get it out of her face. 

She sat perfectly still, as if she were focusing hard on something. Or listening carefully. 

Edric started toward her, feeling as if a line extended from her to him, reeling him inexorably in. 

She turned when he was only a few steps away, fixing gorgeous, dark green eyes on him. When she smiled, it was as if the dense cloud cover had parted and the sun shined only on them. “Well hello there.” In just those three words Edric could tell she was a Southern Indiana girl. But she’d put her own special brand on the distinctive accent. It was husky and warm, like honey drizzled over warm biscuits, and it made him want to keep her talking.

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Sam's Snippet Sunday

How can I resist giving you another snippet of my favorite brothers? This week's snippet is from Fast Track to a Honeybun, a really exciting and fun romantic suspense. Enjoy!

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5 star review from Got Romance Reviews! "I cannot say how much I loved this book! The Honeybun men have a reserved spot in my heart. After reading the last adventure I never thought Sam Cheever could outdo it but she definitely has. This was a fast and fun, thrilling, adventurous read. The story has everything you could want all in one place , adventure and romance, comedy and seriousness, thugs and gentlemen, fast cars and sexy racers."

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Warwicke turned to the woman and found her pushing to her feet. He put a helping hand under one slender arm and she jerked it away, turning to him with fire in her dark eyes.

Warwicke lifted both hands and stepped back. “Only trying to help, Fabiana.”

She pushed mahogany brown hair, like the finest silk, away from a creamy caramel cheek that had a suspicious shadow on it. Warwicke’s fists clenched in anger. She’d be sporting an ugly bruise by morning.  She straightened and glared at him. “I don’t want you to tell anyone about this.”

Warwicke studied her for a long moment. The light from a distant parking lot lamp touched her lithe form and highlighted her angular features softly. She was a beautiful woman, known by all the men around the track as Fabiana the frosty. Finally he said, “You should tell security so they can walk you to your car at night.”

She was shaking her head in the negative before he finished the sentence. “I can handle this. I don’t want anyone else to know. Promise me!”

Warwicke was reluctant to make her that promise, but something in the way she held herself so stiff and straight…something in the defiant tilt of her head…warned him that she would engage her legendary determination in his direction if he didn’t agree, so he nodded.

Deflating like a helium balloon at the North Pole, she jammed her hands into the pockets of her jeans.

“Would you like me to walk you to your car?’

Fabiana shook her head and turned away. She walked a few steps away from him and then stopped but didn’t turn back. Staring off into the dimly lit parking lot she said, “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it. I won’t either.”

She bobbed her head once and started off. 

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Percy Honeybun and Brita Muldane Interview

Percy Honeybun and Brita Muldane recently sat down with a reporter from the Indianapolis Start Ribbin' to talk about their relationship and the absurdity of author Sam Cheever dragging out their happy ending. The interview was spurred by the outrage and tearful begging of fans who just can't believe Cheever could continue to write book after Honeybun book without resolving the issue and putting Honeybun and Muldane out of their misery. When asked by this reporter, Cheever would only say, "Their time will come. It isn't now. And if you don't get that microphone out of my face I'm gonna bite it off!"

Aside from the author's obvious sensitivity on this issue, the Indianapolis Start Ribbin' is determined to get to the bottom of this horrendous unfairness. This interview represents our first volley onto that battlefield.

ISR Reporter: Mr. Honeybun, Ms. Muldane, thank you for taking the time to speak with us today about an issue that has millions of fans all over the world up in arms, so to speak.

Brita: Thank you for letting us tell our side of the story.

Percy: As you can imagine, it's been a very trying time for us.

ISR Reporter: (To Brita) Maybe you can start by telling us how it all started. When did you and Mr. Honeybun first find yourselves at odds?

Brita: It was A Honeybun and Coffee. (Percy nods) Cheever forced Percy to do something that I just couldn't forgive. He went behind my back on a police matter. (Glares at Percy) He made me look like a fool.

Percy: (Sounding defensive) I tried to talk Cheever out of it, but she kept insisting it was key to the storyline. Up until the last minute I tried my best not to comply, but she was intractable. (Shakes head)

ISR Reporter: (To Percy) And through the last 4 books you haven't been able to make it up to Brita?

Percy: I keep trying. There were times, like in Fast Track to a Honeybun, when we got close...

Brita: (Nods) Very close.

Percy: But then Cheever made Brita do something I couldn't forgive and we were buried even deeper in the mire.

ISR Reporter: What did she do?

Percy: She went off half cocked and almost got herself killed. I was really mad that she ditched me.

Brita: I'm a cop, Percy, I have to do dangerous stuff all the time. (Shrugs) Anyway, by the time we got to Honeybun in Hell, I would have done anything to get Percy to forgive me. That was when I realized I was never gonna get over him. No matter how much I wanted to move on.

Percy: She went off and got herself kidnapped by a psycho in that one. I almost punched out all my brothers for letting her get away.

Brita: (Shudders) I've definitely sworn off underground caverns.

ISR Reporter: But I understand the two of you had something of a break-through moment in Honeybun in a Loin Cloth.

Percy: (Glances toward Brita, smiles) We did. Brita ran herself ragged over that case. I was really worried about her. The stress kind of brought us together.

Brita: I really thought we'd lost Godric. It was even worse than when Warwicke was in that horrible car crash... (Sniffles...obviously overcome with emotion)

Percy: Honeybun in a Loin Cloth was tough on us. I've never felt the weight of being the oldest Honeybun as much as I did during that book. Godric and Dini were really up against it and I couldn't do anything but try to hold the family together.

ISR Reporter: (Smiles) On a happier note, I understand Book 6, Honeybun at a Dude Ranch starts out with a really nice surprise.

Brita: (Zips lips) Cheever is pretty excited about that one. The Honeybun family is ecstatic, though things start out a little rough. (Shares a grin with Percy)

Percy: Unfortunately, Cheever really put Heathcliffe in a low spot in the book. (Sighs) We're not sure how it's all gonna turn out yet.


ISR Reporter: So...that brings us to the million dollar question...the one everyone is asking...

Brita and Percy share a look.

ISR Reporter: What's up next for you two? When is Cheever going to put you out of your misery?

(Tense silence. Finally Percy sits forward, his handsome face darkening with anger.)

Percy: She won't say. We've tried everything we can think of to get her to relent. She's very stubborn.

Brita: She keeps telling us everything has its own time and place. We haven't reached our time yet. Nobody knows what she has planned. She won't even tell her editor. (Sighs)

ISR Reporter: Well, that's why we're here today. We're going to try to put some pressure on her. I'm asking readers of this blog to confront Cheever with arguments as to why she should release you from your misery. Reason with her, yell at her, call her names, whatever you need to do. We're not going to give up until Cheever writes your happy ending!


Percy: Thank you so much.

Brita: (Stands, runs her long fingers through her hair) I need to get back to work, I'm pretty sure Heathcliffe's new honey, Nita, is about to get herself in deep trouble.

ISR Reporter: Thank you for coming by today. Keep your spirits up. We're all in this fight together now.

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This week's snippet is from Honeybun in a Loin Cloth. Available now!

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Her waist length hair was thick and straight, the strands flashing blue-black from the light of the moon overhead.Her feet were bare and she carried what looked like a white towel draped over her hands. She stared at the sparkling water of the creek for a long moment, looking as if she were working up the courage to enter it. 

Godric had waded in it the day before and knew just exactly how cold it would be.

Despite, knowing full well that he should leave, he couldn’t look away. He felt like a voyeur watching her. But something about the woman called to him. 

Something that felt like magic. 

As if she felt the heat of his gaze, her head turned and she focused her gaze in his direction. Her features were partially obscured by darkness. But the moon highlighted high, sharp cheekbones and a long, slightly rounded nose. Her lips looked the color of a fine cabernet in the skimpy light, and her eyes, deep-set and wide, looked unfathomable and black. 

He stared back, feeling as if she could see him sitting there, despite the tree cover and dense undergrowth surrounding the spot where he sat. 

Did she smile?

Was that a nod?

Slowly, careful like the deer he’d been watching across the creek, she reached up to pull the caftan off her shoulders.

The cream colored fabric slid off wide shoulders and down, baring the rounded tops of her beautiful breasts.

Godric gasped, feeling a tightening in his groin as the fabric caught on a pair of burgundy colored nipples and then dropped downward, pooling below her tiny waist, on her slim hips. 

His need to watch the show she was providing warred with Godric’s upbringing and his thigh muscles tightened as he started to stand. 

To walk away. 

A soft cloud of creamy material hit the rocky ground at her feet and Godric stilled, groaning.

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Honeybun in a Loin Cloth
Fun and Sexy Romantic Suspense by Sam Cheever
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When Godric Honeybun decides to portray a Native American in a war reenactment weekend, he doesn’t expect to run into his own, personal Indian princess on the battle field. Much to his amazement, when someone tries to kill her, he quickly discovers his inner warrior as he fights to keep her safe. 

Chandini Moonglow likes reenactment weekends because they allow her to get in touch with her Native American roots. A brilliant chemist and holistic healer, Dini can’t imagine who might want her dead. But she does know that the tall, sexy man with curly, auburn hair and an impossibly deep voice might be all that stands between her and certain death. And, for a variety of reasons, she’s really glad he’s there!

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Godric Honeybun stretched his long legs and yawned, the damp morning air filling his lungs with clean oxygen that gave him energy he shouldn’t have had at five in the morning. 

His sneaker hit a small pebble and it skipped away, bouncing over the rocky edge of the bank toward the water below. 

It hit the deep water of the wide creek with a soft plop that lifted the head of the beautiful creature on the opposite side of the creek. The deer’s dark eyes sparked once in the light of the full moon before it turned and bounded soundlessly away. 

Godric smiled as the spotted fawn took one last look in his direction, flipped its tiny tail, and then followed after its mother. 

Cheeky little bastard.

He could smell coffee somewhere in the distance, coming from the encampment. Somebody else was an early riser.Or maybe, like him, they found it hard to sleep on concrete-like ground embedded with small, sharp rocks. He thought about heading back to look for the owner of the coffee so he could beg, borrow, or steal some of it. But then something moved on the bank of the creek below, drawing his gaze.

A woman was standing beside the creek. She was lean, probably five foot eight, with narrow hips, long, slimly muscular arms and legs, and large breasts that peaked from the cold, against the caftan-like outfit she was wearing. 

Her skin looked milky brown in the skimpy early morning light, and smooth as cream.

Her waist length hair was thick and straight, the strands flashing blue-black from the light of the moon overhead. 

Her feet were bare and she carried what looked like a white towel draped over her hands. She stared at the sparkling water of the creek for a long moment, looking as if she were working up the courage to enter it.

Godric had waded in it the day before and knew just exactly how cold it would be.

Despite, knowing full well that he should leave, he couldn’t look away. He felt like a voyeur watching her. But something about the woman called to him. 

Something that felt like magic. 

As if she felt the heat of his gaze, her head turned and she focused her gaze in his direction. Her features were partially obscured by darkness. But the moon highlighted high, sharp cheekbones and a long, slightly rounded nose. Her lips looked the color of a fine Cabernet in the skimpy light, and her eyes, deep-set and wide, looked unfathomable and black. 

He stared back, feeling as if she could see him sitting there, despite the tree cover and dense undergrowth surrounding the spot where he sat. 

Did she smile?

Was that a nod?

Slowly, careful like the deer he’d been watching across the creek, she reached up to pull the caftan off her shoulders.

The cream colored fabric slid off wide shoulders and down, baring the rounded tops of her beautiful breasts.

Godric gasped, feeling a tightening in his groin as the fabric caught on a pair of burgundy colored nipples and then dropped downward, pooling below her tiny waist, on her slim hips. 

His need to watch the show she was providing warred with Godric’s upbringing and his thigh muscles tightened as he started to stand. 

To walk away. 

A soft cloud of creamy material hit the rocky ground at her feet and Godric stilled, groaning. 

She was magnificent. Regal, yet somehow wild and untamed. She looked like an Indian Princess, pulled right out of the pages of history and dropped in the woods to taunt and tempt him. 

Time and distance slipped away as Godric stood. His gaze never wavered from the dark and unreadable stare of the woman standing thirty feet away on the bank of the wide creek. 

Her dark eyes followed him as he stood.

The towel suddenly joined the creamy fabric on the ground and she turned, walking on unhurried, silent feet into the icy water. 

Godric forced himself to turn away, and started back toward camp, intending to leave her to bathe in privacy.

He didn’t get far.

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New Release!!! A Honeybun in Hell

Book 4 in my Honeybun Hunks series is Here!

If you love Halloween as much as I do, you’ll LOVE this book! A Honeybun in Hell is Book 4 in my Honeybun Hunks series. It’s available today!

Mainstream Romance: Contemporary, Interracial/Multicultural, Suspense/Mystery, Urban Fantasy
ISBN: 978-1-60435-780-6
Word Count: 64,272
Release Date: September 16, 2010
Excerpt Rating: PG

Edric Honeybun is in Hell, Indiana on Halloween, doing research for his latest book in a haunted hotel. His brothers and their honeys decide to join him and make an adventure out of it. During this holiday in Hell, Edric fully expects to do some research, enjoy a few laughs over non-existent "ghosts", and debunk local superstitions about the Le Diablo hotel. What he doesn't expect is to bump up against a flesh and blood killer, fall in love with a beautiful witch, and come face to plasma with a surprise in the local cemetery.

Bella Rawnie is a gypsy whose family has nurtured a special "gift" for centuries. Her ability to speak to spirits makes her a laughing stock in the cozy town of Hell. Bella protects her family's legacy, despite the fact that tragedy has been a constant companion for the Rawnies as long as Bella can remember. But this Halloween, someone with a grudge is trying to kill Bella to end the Rawnie blood lines for good.

Maybe this time, the love of a good man...and his family...will be what the beautiful Wiccan needs to stay alive, ending the Rawnie curse once and for all.

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Here’s what happens when the Honeybuns arrive at Le Diablo hotel in Hell, Indiana for Halloween. The place will never be the same again:

The girl behind the check-in desk stopped talking mid sentence and gulped, her heavily shadowed, brown eyes widening as her gaze locked on the group coming through the revolving door at the front of the lobby.

They were all tall, leanly muscular, and emitted testosterone into the room like a wave before them. Blonde to red hair tumbled softly around square chinned faces with sexy eyes and full, sensuous lips. Shoulders flared widely from narrow waists, pecs flexed beneath formfitting shirts, nipples rigid from the cool outside air, and jeans molded yummily over firm, round buttocks and long, well-shaped legs.

Never before had she seen so much muscular manliness clustered together into such a small space. The group of seven men prowled toward her, shoulders swinging and long limbs flexing and stretching like a pride of predatory cats. The men’s blue to gray gazes fixed on the check-in counter with the intensity of that same breed of predator.

All the air in the lobby condensed and sucked in their direction. Patrons stumbled to a halt. Women, old and young alike, gasped. And the three women behind the long check-in counter stood breathless, their heat infused cheeks sucked inward from lack of air and a sudden surge of pure, unadulterated lust.

As if drawn inexorably toward them, Wendy, the concierge, stood up and stumbled over her chair, barely stopping herself from slamming to the marble tile beneath her feet.

“Holy mother of god,” the youngest desk clerk mumbled.

“I love my job,” muttered the oldest. “Grrrrr.”

“Buck up ladies, they have kitties with them.”

Like marionettes joined together on a single pair of sticks, all three women turned their heads to peruse the three, beautiful women walking into the lobby behind the cluster of male yumminess. The young women stopped, their eyes widening in awe, and erupted into excited conversation.

“Bitches from hell,” the youngest clerk, who was dressed like Morticia from the Addams Family, uttered.

“Not so fast girls, do the math. Seven males, only three females, there are leftovers,” the witch in the center told them.

“Grrrr,” said Vampira.

“Amen, sistah.” Wanda the witch added with heartfelt sincerity.

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