Longing for Halloween, scary monsters and dress-up….

When I was a kid, my favorite part of Halloween was dressing up in costume. Trick-or-treating was okay, but believe it or not, I wasn’t a big candy-eater. I always had Halloween candy left over at Easter, and Easter candy left over at Halloween.

But I loved dressing up and preferred doing my own costumes to buying them. I thought they looked more real, more authentic. Although I was a princess, a gypsy, a pirate, I liked the scary costumes more than any other kind. To me, Halloween was about scary, supernatural creatures and things that go bump in the night. So I was a devil, a witch, a ghost, a vampire. The cape, the genuine fake blood, the fangs. What’s not to like? I still have my glow-in-the-dark teeth.

I loved vampires and the lore surrounding them: the lack of reflection in the mirror, how one gets “turned,” garlic, stakes, holy water. I read Bram Stoker’s Dracula, Stephen King’s Salem’s Lot, the Undead series by MaryJanice Davidson. So, of course, I had to write my own vampire story.

Longing is about a centuries-old vamp (who looks 35!) who despairs of finding his one-true mate until he joins a dating service for paranormal creatures.

Best of all, it’s only 99 cents or free with Kindle Unlimited.  As you get ready for Halloween, why not cuddle up with a quick, fun, sexy little vampire romance?

Longing on Amazon

Longing Blurb

Spurned by vampire society because of his mixed blood, Luc despairs of finding his one true mate. Then he meets her, and they share a single night of passion. Can he convince her to accept a Half Breed, or will that one night have to last him for an eternity?

Longing Excerpt

Longing600x900“I got a strange email from an organization called Charmed Encounters confirming my appointment on Saturday evening.” Lily Dansen nailed her best friend with an accusing stare. “What did you do?”

Her feet curled under her on the sofa, Roxie Fairchild braved her scowl without a flinch. “It’s for your own good. You’ve moped around long enough. You need to live again.”

“By dating?”

“Dating. Having sex. Getting wild and crazy. Anything!”

“No man will go out with me once he finds out what I am. What happens if I do to someone else what Phillip did to me? I couldn’t live with myself.”

“You’re nothing like Phillip.” Her expression gentle, Roxie squeezed Lily’s hand. The touch felt feverish, but Lily knew Roxie was fine; she was the afflicted one. “You have a long future, and you can’t spend it alone,” Roxie said.

“I can’t date. I’m a vampire now.” The horror of what had happened to her, what she’d become filled her with bitterness.

“That’s why Charmed Encounters—”

“—is a bad idea.”

“—is a good idea,” Roxie continued. “They specialize in finding dates for “hard-to-match” clients. Their website says so.”

“You found them on the internet?” She sighed. Roxie tended to be too trusting. Like I was once.  “You can’t believe everything you see on the net.”

“They’re legit,” Roxie insisted. I checked them out. They have all kinds of positive testimonials. Why not give it a try? It’s better than sitting home alone night after night. You have a very long future ahead of you.”

Talk about an understatement. Lily had an eternity in front of her. When she’d been turned, she’d been granted immortality. A lonely, desperate immortality.

Roxie gestured in a sweep to encompass the totality of the small apartment. “Is this where you want to spend your life?”

No, it wasn’t. But a dating service couldn’t change what she was. “I assume there was a fee involved. You should get your money back.”

“They had a special offer that popped up at checkout. You were accepted for free.”

Well, that had scam written all over it. But she’d never be able to convince Roxie. “What if I do meet somebody? What if he wants to sleep with me? What if I catch a horrible disease?” Like vampirism. Too late—it had already happened.

Her friend snorted. “A, that’s what condoms prevent. B, Charmed Encounters screens its candidates carefully. And, C, you’re a vampire now! You’re immune to everything, right?”

“That’s the only positive thing.” Lily hugged herself. The golden color she’d acquired basking on Santa Monica Beach had faded to pasty white, and she would never be able to tan again. If she so much as stepped into sunlight, she’d sizzle like a potato dropped into a deep fryer. And speaking of which, she couldn’t eat French fries anymore either. Or pizza. Or chocolate. But none of those things mattered.

Her throat constricted, and she swallowed. “I’ll never have children.” By turning her, Phillip, the rat vampire bastard, had stolen her chance of motherhood.

“I know, sweetie.” Roxie’s voice brimmed with sympathy. “And damn Phillip for that. But maybe, when you’re ready, you could adopt?”

“Who’d give a baby to a vampire?”

“How would they know?”

“There’d be home visits from a social worker or daytime meetings with an agency, which you know I can’t do!” She raised her hand to halt further painful discussion. “Please, can we talk about something else?”

“All right.” Roxie yawned. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s not your fault.” She was out of sync with the world. The clock had struck midnight, and her friend could hardly keep her eyes open, but Lily was wide awake. That pointed to another reason she couldn’t date—how could she explain her unavailability during the day?

“There’s no way Charmed Encounters could find a guy who would suit me.”

“I told you they specialize in hard-to-match clients. Besides, I know you very well. I filled out your online application with your likes, dislikes, and character traits.”

Annoyance warred with curiosity. Curiosity won. “What did you say about me?”

What’s your favorite part of Halloween and/or your favorite costume?

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