Sam's Sunday Snippet

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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