Haunted Garden:Love Her Like the Devil

I don’t know about you, but sometimes I think Halloween as an adult is a lot more fun, simply because we don’t get a lot of chances to become somebody else like we did when we were children (where every day you were somebody new whether a superhero, a baker, a cowboy, a soldier or a princess.)

Pretending to be someone else for a few hours can be energizing, fun and let us shed some of our ordinary personalities to be that superhero, that cowboy, that rock star or princess again. 

Sure, writing stories is always about the make-believe, about what kind of character we want to be for a specific story.  But putting on the cape or the glam make-up and high-colored hair or the cowboy hat and boots can even let a writer escape from our solitude, escape our wallflower existence and, for one night a year, be that one magical being no one knows we want to be...and maybe no one knows we really are.

Available Today! A special Haunted Monday Halloween Release!

Love Her Like the Devil

By Stacy Dawn

www.stacydawn.com

Hauntings in the Garden

A chance meeting in a honky tonk on Halloween finds Luke in the arms of a brown-haired beauty. But if the stories he overhears are true, she may be far more than she seems...and he's more than ready to find out.

Rating: Sensual
Page Count: 12
Word Count: 2580
978-1-62830-581-4 Digital

Excerpt:

Halloween sure brings out the characters, don’t it?

Luke Santana chuckled at the group of college kids clamoring past him to get into the Double Deuce Honky Tonk. Half of them wore ridiculous outfits he couldn’t even begin to understand and the other half traditional fairs of caped crusaders, masked phantoms, zombies and sexy maids. He quite enjoyed the latter.

As he moved to the bar, his gaze caught on one particular blonde in a baby blue corset tight enough to overfill the small cups. The lights behind the bar glistened off Bo Peep’s pale breasts, and he instantly became hard. Luke grinned. This was his rare night away from the family-run business…and he planned to enjoy himself.

He adjusted his Stetson and sidled up to the bar, tossing a leg over the stool next to the buxom beauty. A heady breeze of cheap perfume plumed around him as she turned and graced him with a perfectly wicked smile.