🎃 Happy Halloween! I have a surprise short story, featuring Hank and Denny from Hotshot below…but first,
WINNIE TAKES PARIS will be here in one week! The fabulous diva, the nerdy professor, and the Parisian adventure of a lifetime…
I can’t wait for you to get to meet the whimsical, fabulous Winnie who captures the heart of a quiet British professor in the most romantic city in the world.
💜 Age Gap 💜 Rom-Com 💜 Low Angst and oui…Paris
Winnie Takes Paris is Book 2 in my Love and Travel Series. Book 1 is Falling For Raine, which is available again in Amazon KU. Both are true standalones, but you might be interested in checking out Raine’s bestselling story too.
| In other news, I’m in holiday mode! I’m putting the finishing touches on my holiday novella, Moody’s Grumpy Holiday. Preorder is available now! 🎃 Happy Ready and Happy Halloween! |
| Halloween Treats- A Hank and Denny Short Story from Hotshot “Are Milky Ways still your favorite Halloween candy?” “Yeah, I—oh…fuck, that’s it, baby.” I wiggled my toes and moaned. “Could you rub a little harder? Yeah, that feels so good. Mmm. A little higher. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Hank snorted. “You sound like I’m massaging your prostate instead your sweaty foot.” “Hey, I took a shower when I got home from the rink,” I huffed primly and sniffed my pits to be on the safe side. “I smell okay. I think.” “Taste good too.” He squeezed my instep then kissed my foot, like a true weirdo. It must be love, I mused. “Sicko.” I chuckled softly. “Did you buy Halloween candy? If you did and you happened to put a few Milky Ways in the freezer, there’s a blow job with your name all over it as soon as the Advil kicks in.” “Whoa! We’re trading BJs for candy now?” “Hell yes, we are. Tis the season.” I winked. “I thought it was scary movies, ghost stories, goblins, gremlins, and kids-conning-us-out-of-treats season.” “Sure, but it’s all about the treats. When I was little, I carried a little plastic pumpkin from house to house on Halloween night until I graduated to a pillow case. I’d zip around the neighborhood with my friends, begging for candy like a hooligan. We knew who gave out full-size candy bars and who went the healthy route…raisins, sugar-free gum, and nuts. At the end of the night, I’d dump out my bags and my parents would go through it and let me choose a couple things to eat.” “Same thing at my house. But I got smart.” Hank released my foot and tapped his temple. “I hid ten to twenty pieces in my costume and dumped them in a shoe box in my room so I could pig out with Reese peanut butter cups to my heart’s content in peace.” I barked a laugh. “Very smart.” “Yeah, but I left the box on the window sill on a sunny day and most of the chocolate melted and…it was a traumatic mess.” “Poor guy. How old were you?” Hank hummed thoughtfully. “Sixteen?” “Ha. Ha. You didn’t confirm, but I’m going to guess you bought a fuckton of fun-size chocolate at the store today.” “You’re correct. And because I love you so much it’s borderline ridiculous, I put a few of your faves in the freezer.” I clutched my heart and collapsed on the sofa cushion. “God, I love you.” Hank flashed a shit-eating grin. “The feeling is mutual is mutual, sweetheart. The thing is…I planned on giving those up for free, but now that I know there’s a BJ trade option, I’m rethinking things. How would this work? One BJ per candy?” “No, no. For the fun-size…I’ll require three frozen Milky Ways. I’ll also accept Snickers, Twix, and Kit Kats.” “What about Three Musketeers?” I shook my head. “Nope. You can keep those.” “Why? What’s wrong with a Three Musketeers bar?” “They’re boring. No caramel, no nuts. If I’m going to suck your nuts, it only seems fair.” Hank nodded thoughtfully. “You make some good points there. I think I have enough for a BJ a day from now till next Halloween.” “How much did you buy?” “A lot. I even bought a package of full-size candy bars.” I gaped at my man. “Really? Why?” “I don’t know,” he admitted with a laugh. “I love Halloween and I got a little excited. I also bought a giant skeleton for our front yard.” “Holy crap. You’re insane.” “You know I get crazy in Costco.” Hank patted my knee and stood. “Hang tight. I got you something else.” I smiled that goofy grin I always seemed to wear around Hank. He was so damn sunny and easy-going and there was no one I’d rather be with after a grueling hockey game. This was heaven. A night on the sofa, talking about nothing in particular, and knowing it was just a matter of time before we stripped down and— Screech. “What the fuck? Is that…is that fucking candy corn?” “Yup.” Hank jiggled a bag of the nastiest, most vile confectionary nonsense ever created, and perched in front of me on the coffee table. “What’ll this get me?” “Nothing good,” I retorted. “Definitely not laid.” He snickered as he pulled a handful Milky Ways from his pocket. “How about now?” “Better. Get rid of that candy corn crap and this will be your lucky night.” Hank tossed the bag over his shoulder so fast, I burst into laughter. He didn’t stop there. He peeled off his shirt and dove on top of me, crashing his mouth over mine. I hiked my legs around his hips and melted into the kiss. I was starry-eyed when we broke for air, and something in the way he looked at me told me left me breathless too. Hank brushed his thumb along my jaw tenderly. “I’m lucky every day, sweetheart. You’re mine.” I smiled. “All yours.” |
Happy reading!
Lane and George