Welcome to the special Halloween edition of Mid Week Tease. Since I had absolutely nothing remotely Halloween worthy to offer, I’m giving my spot to the lovely Lauren Pilla, an author from Secret Cravings Publishing. Once more I’d like to thank Sandra Bunino for making this sharing possible each week. I enjoy reading the comments and, when I’m down, the support I get makes everything right again.
Lauren lives on the East Coast. She has been fascinated by magic and all things paranormal since a very young age. Now she spends her time creating her own fantasies.
This morning, I’d like to share a little from her novella, A vampire for Halloween.
About the Book:
Alexis is obsessed with Halloween. With her house decked out to the nines no one could possibly disagree. Ghosts and vampires sway against her walls while a scarecrow guards her front yard. Alexis, however has no one to guard her subconscious and is pleasurably invaded by a dark, sexy and mysterious man night after night.
Luke Ellis is a 472 year old vampire who is madly in love with Alexis. He invades her dreams, knowing it’s the only way he can be with her, until he gets the brilliant idea to invite her to his annual Halloween party.
Alexis has heard rumors about the wild parties held at the Ellis mansion and couldn’t wait to attend. What she doesn’t know is her mysterious man is also there… waiting. Will she have a real life encounter with her fantasy man or will her dreams turn into a nightmare?
When she arrived at the Ellis mansion, she was greeted by a big, wrought-iron gate. The black bars opened before she could even use the buzzer. The Ellis brothers must’ve known some rich people, because she walked past the newest Bentley model in the driveway. Alexis knew those cars cost a pretty penny.
Each step warranted a victory, because her hands began to quiver, the back of her neck began to bead with sweat, and her belly flip-flopped. Why so nervous? Was it to meet the Ellis brothers? Or because of the realistic-looking bats on their porch that could swoop down and get her any minute?
She made it to the door, and a man dressed in a werewolf costume greeted her. Alexis squinted her eyes. Clearly she must’ve made a mistake, but over top of his wolf costume he wore a Victorian-style gray coat with tails with a black top hat, a pair of matching short pants that stopped at the knee, and a plain black mask. Interesting. When she walked past him, she swore he leaned in to smell her.
When she entered, she was pleasantly surprised at the size of the Ellis place. She stepped into the huge foyer. With wide eyes, she slowly spun around to admire the splendor. The party took place in the foyer, and that blew any chances of her checking out the rest of the mansion because men dressed in werewolf costumes stood guard at the exits. She noticed that they too wore two costumes.
She marveled at the floor made of black and white marble, and in the far corner she saw a bar. Quite a few people had already taken advantage of the liquid courage. She saw a group of beautiful woman standing over by the DJ area playing the song “Time Warp.” The women wore Victorian-style dresses and had long hair in an array of colors. Some had purple, some had green, some even had light blue. And had some worn wings? Their dresses barely passed their thighs but then others had the long, traditional length.
Alexis casually looked around for her mystery man—she’d no idea why since he was a figment of her sexual imagination. As she continued to examine everyone else’s costume, she realized almost everyone had on two costumes. Nothing in the invitation said anything about two costumes.
Why would a Halloween party make you wear two costumes?
Little by little the noise began to die down, and her shoes clanked against the marble for all to hear. She felt the heat of the unwelcome glares, each pair of eyes shooting daggers. Alexis stiffened, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Did she have a piece of toilet paper stuck to her shoe or something? Why all the stares? She stood her ground and wouldn’t let them intimidate her. A moment later the noise level rose and the guests went back to their own business. Scoffing, she walked over to the bar. “Vampire’s kiss, please.”
The bartender smirked at her. “Sugar, I think you’ve already had a vampire’s kiss.”
Unreal. The praised Ellis Halloween party was nothing but rude weirdos.
“I’m referring to the drink, cowboy. You know, the one with vodka, gin, and tequila.”
“I know what you meant, little lady,” he said, tipping his black cowboy hat up. Handsome. Very doable. Perhaps if she drank enough tonight she’d let loose her inner cowgirl and ride that hunk of muscle.
With drink in hand, she sipped it through the tiny straw and let the liquid flow down her throat. It burned going down, and she sucked in a breath, making a sour face. “Whew, that is some strong vampire’s kiss.”
A man, or a ghostly form of a man, appeared in front of her wearing just one costume. Thank goodness, I’m starting to feel underdressed. He didn’t have a mask on, and she thought he wasn’t bad to look at either. Maybe sexy men and women made up for the rude weirdness. He paled in comparison to her dream man, though.
“Hi my name’s Jack. Looks like I’m the only brave soul who will say hello to you. Get it, I’m a soul.” He seemed thoroughly amused with himself.
“I’m Alexis, pleased to meet you.” She reached out her hand to shake his, but she realized it would be impossible. Her hand passed right through his incorporeal form. What? “Nice trick. Are you controlling this from somewhere else?” she asked.
The figure frowned. “This is me, no tricks, Alexis. Go ahead, try to touch me again,” he said with his I-dare-you-smile.
She frowned, but her curiosity got the better of her every time. When she reached out her hand, making another attempt to touch his chest, her fingers once again slipped right through and caressed the air.
“You feel like Jell-O.” She giggled and sipped her drink.
Jack began to moan and told her to try lower.
“Now you’re being a naughty man, Jack,” she said.
Jack smiled his pearly whites. “A ghost’s gotta try, right?”
“Jack! You asshole, get away from her!” a man shouted from the far corner of the room.
No, not possible. The mystery man from her dreams, here in the same clothes he’d visited her in night after night. He’s here? He’s real? Had she seen him before and that’s why she’d dreamed of him? Her head spun, and her drink threatened to make a sudden reappearance.
All six feet of her dream sex god stalked over to them with heavy feet, his eyes full of fury. She saw the anger rolling off his body in waves, and the air around her became thick and suffocating.
Thanks Lauren for helping me out today.
Now, Check out the rest of this week’s Halloween teases: