A Halloween Story
Happy Halloween! Hi, I'm Dianne and I've been writing m/m erotic romances for Breathless Press (among other places) for several years now. And today, instead of boring you with a lot of drivel about me, I'd like to give you a little Halloween flash fiction with Jesse and Matt, my main characters from THE DARK BOKOR, my newest release with Breathless Press.
ALL HALLOWS' EVE
"Jesse, what the fuck? Get in here!"
Annoyance flickered through Jesse, quickly stifled. He couldn't let Matt's concern distract him. The shuffling footsteps drew closer to where he stood in the shadows, his back against the brick wall of the alley. The stench struck him a physical blow, the rot of decaying flesh.
He moved to take a step in the creature's path when an arm like iron clamped around his waist and hauled him backwards. Taken by surprise, he couldn’t stop Matt from twisting him around and slamming him against the metal door in the alcove. Matt's arm pressed against his throat nearly choking him.
"Goddamn! Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
"Not particularly," Jesse managed to whisper. Matt eased up and Jesse gulped deep breaths of the cold night air, saying when he could speak, "We need to find out who's controlling it."
"Not on All Hallows' Eve we don't. You're the one who told me a bokor's magic will be strongest tonight."
Jesse put a hand on Matt's arm. "That includes mine. Let me go."
"That would be a no."
Jesse shoved, but his lighter frame was no match for the detective's larger built.
"Just stop." Matt dropped his head so that their lips almost touched. "I don't want to lose you."
Jesse's heart stumbled at the pain in his voice. They both stilled as the shuffling outside the alcove became louder and Matt eased against him, protective. Despite their danger, Jesse couldn't help but admire the strength in the detective's body, muscles bunched as if ready to spring.
Tugging him closer, Jesse pressed his face against Matt's jacket, breathed in the warmth and sweat and the subtle tang of fear. Not for himself, Matt was more reckless than Jesse liked. He feared for Jesse's life, afraid to lose him, of failure. The emptiness of a life without him…
Startled, Jesse closed his mind. He hadn't meant to read Matt's thoughts, but it was as if the man shouted his emotions. The heat of Matt's love ignited him and he did something rare. He sent a tendril of thought out to control the walking dead almost upon them. "No."
The firm, direct command froze the creature in place, and then with a grunt the thing turned and shambled down the alley away from them.
Matt's tense posture relaxed. With a catch in his breath he pressed Jesse against the door, wiped the trickle of sweat from beside his eye with a gentle thumb. "You sent it away, though I know you hate to control anyone like that."
"You're more important than my sensibilities," Jesse murmured, kissing along his lover's jawline, the friction of stubble sending pleasant shivers through him.
The detective's voice held a touch of laughter, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing. Ignore me."
Fully aware of the press of Matt's cock encased in jeans against his hip, Jesse suddenly wanted, needed to get closer to him. With shaking fingers he undid the buttons on Matt's coat and shirt one at a time, careful of the shoulder holster.
Matt stopped him when he impatiently unsnapped his jeans. "Honey, let's take this home."
"Shut up." Jesse lowered the zipper and thrust his hand into his briefs, and thrilled at Matt's deep groan when he gripped the hot thick prize inside.
Matt leaned an arm on the door above Jesse's head for support. "God, this better not be a trick!"
Jesse laughed, the knot of anxiety that had built since they'd first spotted the zombie unraveling into nothing.
"What if it's a good trick?" he countered, and didn't hear Matt's reply as he lost himself in the pleasure of licking a path down the detective's muscular body.
Well! Hope you enjoyed my little story. You can find out more about these two in my romantic thriller, just on time for Halloween!
THE DARK BOKOR
When it comes to the dark weavings of hoodoo magic, only a few can survive.
It's started. Bodies have been found in the French Quarter, torn limb from limb. The undead have been seen walking. For Detective Matthew Rieves, this is the worst news he can imagine. Having spent his entire life in Orleans Parish, Matt's no stranger to the bizarre. Though, despite the growing evidence, he still has a hard time believing in the occult. But when two hoodoo bokors vie for supremacy, it's the innocent civilians that pay the price.
For Jesse Dalembert, he'd left New Orleans to sever his ties with hoodoo. But when a friend is brutally murdered by the bokor's zombies, he returns, falling at once into danger and into Detective Rieves's bed. With their lives on the line, their simmering attraction flares into a passion they can no longer deny.
Working against time, can the lovers find a way to stop the hoodoo war, or will they fall victim to the dark magic, maybe becoming zombies themselves?
Jesse pushed deep into Matt, searching for that perfect spot that would make him cry out with pleasure. He wasn't sure he could make his lover come again so soon, but he sure as hell would try.
He searched Matt's handsome face. He loved this position, where he could see the emotions sweeping through his partner. Sweat dampened Matt's hair; his eyelids fluttered. A smile curled his lips as Jesse fucked him, and Jesse leaned down and kissed him, overwhelmed by his passionate response. Better than any fantasy he'd indulged in.
Matt pulled his knees tighter to his chest, and Jesse moaned as he plunged in deeper. His throat tightened, tears stung his eyes. It was so easy to love this man!
He stilled suddenly, jerked his head up. Something was wrong...
The stench of decay struck him first, and he spotted the large figure hulking over the bed. He cried out a warning but was unable to dodge the huge fist that slammed into the side of his head. Dazed, he rolled off Matt, but Matt went with him, toppling off the side of the bed opposite their attacker. Matt grunted as he landed first, Jesse on top.
"You okay?" Jesse asked and scrambled to his feet at Matt's nod. The zombie had circled the bed, and Jesse dived for his legs, bringing him down. He crawled up the stinking body, planted a knee on his chest.
"Shit! My gun..." Matt dodged down the hallway.
"Hurry!" Jesse called after him, no match for the giant under him. The large Haitian grabbed Jesse's neck, tightened his hold until his head swam. Okay, he had to concentrate...
Jesse pushed his thoughts into the man's sluggish mind, pity stirring in him for the terror and pain and blind obedience Alexia had forced on him. The powerful drugs she used crushed the man's individuality, leaving nothing but the overwhelming need to serve her. God, the bokor was stronger than he'd anticipated, her hold on the creature unbreakable.
Jesse probed further. There he was, crouched in a corner, hiding his head in fear.
"Sleep," he demanded. The man's crushing hold instantly dropped from his throat, and Jesse sucked in life-giving air. He bolted to his feet as gunshots rang through the apartment, and he rushed down the hallway toward the living area. He stopped at the end of the passageway, heart pounding, and peered around the corner. Matt stood over another zombie, gun still trained on the immobile form on the floor. He looked up and met Jesse's gaze, waved him over.