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.
The
End
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?
Excerpt:
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.
Thanks Remmy for having the boys over!
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