HALLOWEEN SPOOKTACULAR - DARK FANTASY DRAMA - HONEY DROP TOME 1 VOLUME 2 by Alicia R. Norman & Krishtina Mayers

Not Him by Krishtina Mayers

"I'm there."      

That's what she'd seen on her phone.    

"I'll be there soon."      

That was her reply.      

They were millennials. It didn't feel like that, though. It felt like they were a bunch of teenagers.      

Rebecca exited the camper and locked the door behind her. Her loose boots squished on the damp grass as she descended from the metal steps.    

Off into the night. There was a thick moon out, but she still needed her phone's light.          

Her clamshell cell phone was in her hand, shut and with the flashlight on. The pig shaped suction cup on one side helped her keep a better grip. She walked. She went down to the neighbor's pond.      

Laughing.      

Smooth, masculine laughing.      

Rebecca's heart tingled and skittered. She twitched and gasped. Her light zoomed to the left. Her boots halted. Her eyes popped as they searched for anything strange.      

Nothing.      

Rebecca's skin cooled as she mentally told herself it was fine. Besides, if there was trouble, it didn't matter. She'd soon be in the embrace of a martial artist she was madly in love with. He'd beat ass for her.      

Her stride quickened. The empty field was the next landmark. Then the bare road without a single pavement marking. Then all the way down that road to the graveyard. That's where her man would be.      

Laughing.      

Louder.      

In her ear!      

Rebecca yelped and spun around. Her light broke through. Up ahead, in the distance she saw it. It was right where she'd been. She could see the damn camper! She could see him! A man!      
Not her man!!      

A tall shadow, a great figure, a featureless man.      

With peculiar extensions growing from each side of his head, branching, splitting, silent.      

A proud stance. A sturdy stance.      

Rebecca screamed.  

Turned and ran.      

She couldn't go back to the camper. He was there. The demon. The thing!    

Her feet slipped in her boots. She tripped over. Kicked her boots away. Only socks could protect her tiny feet. She felt the wet grass and dirt as she pushed herself up and continued. Her breath scraped inside herself. Her fingers were tight claws on her phone. Her knees hurt. Her calves ached. She was crying.            

Then she was knocked over. Flipped over. Made to look up at the thing. Stare up at the thing. Her breath was gone. She coughed. Saliva and mucus splattered out.      
The flashlight showed her just enough. A strange face. Spotted fur. A black nose with large, rounded nostrils. Wild, black eyes. A long tongue sticking out of a huge mouth. Uneven teeth that didn't even seem to be in the correct places. Curling antlers with sharp points.   

She felt his palm sink into her face. She smelled sweat and musk. Her soft feet rammed into the thick muscle above her. Her nails dug in as she scratched. The fur glided under those dull, weak nails. Loose and powdery soil was disturbed and dusted over her.      

She wanted to fight him off.      

She couldn't.

 

Honey Drop

Tome 1 Volume 2 

by Alicia R. Norman & Krishtina Mayers

Date of Publication:  September 3rd 2023

Publisher: Luv Multimedia

Cover Artist: Alicia Norman

Genre:  dark fantasy romance drama,            paranormal romance, fantasy romance

ASIN: B0CH8WNJYJ

Number of pages: 274 pages

Word Count:  57, 527

 

Tagline: When Love and Death Embrace

 

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With Abigail bitterly angry and their friendship in jeopardy, Prina finds herself drawn even more to Thayn and his mystical dark world. As she grows closer to him, the woman realizes his dark secrets involve a cosmic, political enterprise that may pull her and everyone she loves into the undertow. 

Mo Mo, Hekate, and Tabietha are also well aware of Keres and Moros' dangerous schemes but are also busy trying to cover up their involvement with Thayn's plans for Proserypn--when they do finally give the duo the attention they deserve, they all find it is too late to stop what is coming down the pike.

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Prina folded her legs to one side and stared at him. Her skirt had scrunched up to just below her hip.      

She stared...      

Watched as the man steadied himself over a handful of moments.      

Disbelief filled her heart.      

Had she ... had she just ...      

She spouted a rhetorical question.      

"Have I kicked a god?!"      

His face rose–he was grinning.

Little beads of tears were forming in his eyes. Was it really from the pain? Had she kicked him that hard? Well, being strong didn't mean you didn't feel pain she supposed.      

Regardless, the awe in Proserpyn's heart was quickly supplanted by fear and horror. She straightened her legs to kneel, and then she prostrated herself. She blurted out every name she could remember.      

"Polydegmon! Odigos! Hades! Zylanthrakas!"      

She paused to pant into the mattress. Swallowed.      

"Thayn?!"      

Her fingers and nails rasped against the sheet.      

"I implore you, Death God! I implore you, Harvester! Have mercy on this weak mortal!"  

Proserpyn continued breathing into the sheet, heat building under her face. She was shaking as if she might fall apart. Although she should’ve smelled the bedsheet, she only smelled him, sweet, spicy, smoky.      

More seconds passed. She could've counted them if she'd thought to do so.      

Thayn laughed.

He actually laughed!!

He sounded ...      

He sounded ...      

Light puffs and gulps of air between each laugh.      

He sounded...?      

Prina's fingers tightly curled.      

"Honey Drop, Dear Honey Drop. Come."      

He sounded relieved!      

Prina froze.      

She felt movement. Thayn was approaching, but she didn't think it mattered if she fled or not. He was a damn god. He could find her anywhere.      

He was beside her. His cool hands went to her waist. Prina's belly shrunk into her back.      

Thayn lifted her up to an upright position and wrapped his arms around her. His nose went to her cheek. His breath tickled her. "Be at ease, please be at ease."

That tickling breath became uneven. He shuddered.

He truly shuddered!      

Yet he grew warmer and warmer.      

Proserpyn looked away and folded her fingers into her cheeks. "I'm dreaming."      

He sniffed. It was loud in her ear; it made her jolt in his embrace. Some of his hair tickled her.    

"What?" he whispered.

"I'm not married, certainly not to any god. All this time, I've been dreaming." She tried to move away, but he did not yield.      

"Don't leave!" Thayn's highly embellished fingers spread out. His painted nails didn't pierce her skin, but they did bite enough to make her whine. "I've pined for so long," he said, "too long, and now you're here. You're here, and I can touch you! I can hold you! Don't leave!"  

More and more hoarse but also wetter, as if his throat was aching and full of moisture.      

One of his hands went to hers as he moved her into position to straddle him. Thayn touched her jaw and turned her face toward his.      

Prina closed her eyes and sighed into the mouth against hers.      

There was a craving in his lips and teeth, sliding and pressing on her, his humming voice trickling down her body.      

A dream.      

Only a dream.    

Right.

Right? 

Authors Info 

Krishtina Mayers is a romance fiction writer from North Carolina. She prefers blending fantasy, humor, and darkness in almost everything she writes. Her hobbies include playing video games, cooking, and studying history. She likes her romance the same way she likes her chili con carne, spicy with a good amount of sausage and beans ... and maybe wrapped in a soft shell tortilla to make big bites easier to handle.  

By day, Alicia Norman is a copy specialist at a major marketing firm, by night, she is a screenwriter and animator. She lives with her two kids and three cats in the burbs of Dallas, GA, and aspires to share her own brand of historical erotic fiction with BFF and co-writer Krishtina Mayers. 

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Honey Drop: Book 1 – Volume 1

by Krishtina Mayers – Alicia Norman

Date of Publication: January 20th 2023

Publisher: Luv Multimedia

Cover Artist: Alicia R. Norman

Genre: Erotic Historical Fantasy

ASIN: B0BSS4D1R1 

Number of pages: 289

Word Count:  62,482

Tagline:  The worlds of gods and men collide when Love and Death embrace.

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Honey Drop chronicles the story of willful, beautiful, and headstrong Proserpyn Prina Katsaros, an island noblewoman with a lust for adventure and a taste for the macabre. 

Prina has been obsessed with dark topics and activities, like watching executions and visiting graveyards for as long as she can remember as she believes that to appreciate life, one must also respect death.

One day, a frightening, terrifying man appears, using magic to seduce and play with her senses and heart. Proserpyn is uncertain if he is a wizard, a demon, or something much more overwhelming than that. 

With the help of Abigail, her friend, and lover, Proserpyn will consult the Old Gods and try to find a solution to this lustful madness.

The brainchild collaboration of Krishtina Mayers and Alicia R. Norman, the illustrated novel promises a one-of-a-kind journey from tome to tome!

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Excerpt:
It was ordinarily noisy in her favorite shopping district. Buzzing of voices, both loud and quiet. Haggling. Goods being moved around. Doors opening and closing. There was even an open marketplace, which was refreshing and fun.
Holding onto a basket, Proserpyn went to a stall selling tea boxes. Of course, she bought a box of something there. She went to a little bakery to get a package of cookies and tiny cakes. Right next door was a candy shop. Trying not to lick her lips, Proserpyn turned into that place, and she hungrily scanned the products on display. They were all so colorful!
Eventually, she settled on a tin box full of honey drops. They were candies with a hard but thin shell and a liquid center full of honey flavor.
Prina went on, browsing store after store. As she walked on the busy streets towards a dressmaker's shop, she thought she saw something–a blur of dark black and blue, mostly blue, in the bright summer light.
She blinked and tried to look around for the figure. So distracted she was by her puzzled hunt that she ended up in a thin alley, staring towards the end of it, where a brick wall faced her. It was likely part of another building.
Behind her, Prina heard the city's denizens moving about and conversing. In front, there were a few barrels, a random cat on top of one, staring down at a rat on the stone pathway.
Proserpyn shrugged and assumed she might've been seeing things. It might be too hot out. Then again, she was wearing a light summer gown, and her hat shielded her face from the sun. She wasn't dehydrated and blasting it all; she was accustomed to tropical summer weather.
"May I have a honey drop?"
That now familiar voice was behind her!
Proserpyn spun around.
There he was!
Still shrouded in black with blue reflections, his form was right in the center of her view, maybe a few feet away. His face was obscured by the veil he'd worn near the lake. If anyone passing by had noticed him, they must've been determined to ignore him. It was almost as if Proserpyn was the only one that could see him.
This time, she smelled a heady mixture of smoke and musk, but with a hint of leaves drying out in chilled air.
Holding her basket's handle close to her belly, Proserpyn pursed her lips and angrily stared at the man.
Half a minute awkwardly passed, but the man seemed incredibly patient. He didn't show any sign of discomfort–only repeated:
"May I have a honey drop?"
"Once more, you spy on me," Prina accused through clenched teeth.
The veiled head nodded. "This time, you were in public. I have no more guilt than any other gentleman that would notice a beauty."
Her hands squeezed the basket's handle quite firmly. "You're not a gentleman."
The covered shoulders shrugged–one of the arms reached out, the hand still hidden by an abundance of fabric. At first, Proserpyn had assumed he wanted her to place candy in his palm.
Instead, she saw something in the center of that palm, something that gleamed.
It was big, pink, orange, and every color between the two.
"I have a rare type of sapphire here," the man said in his burning voice. "I'll place it next to that focused little cat. If you'd like the sapphire, replace it with a honey drop."
She rolled her eyes. "I have gemstones. I don't have a king's treasury, but I do have gemstones. You, Sir, have nothing that I want."
The hand shape silently gulped up the gem. Then the arm lowered.
"Quite unfortunate. I crave the sweet."
"Buy a tin for yourself," Proserpyn told him. She wanted to walk by him to leave the alley, but she didn't like the idea of going anywhere near the strange man.
Unmoving, still sounding gentle and calm, the man said, "I could buy honey drops and many other delicious things to taste." The head moved back and forth, a negative gesture. "Sadly, that's no longer an option. I want your honey."
"Now you want honey?" Prina took a steadying breath. She didn't want to lose her temper. It wasn't safe to do so. "I don't want to know what you mean by that." She turned to her left and backed up against a building. "Please step aside. I must return home."
"My apologies," the man said as he moved backward. Without preamble, he turned around and seemed to disappear into the market crowd. She hadn't expected him to leave that way, but she was at least glad to be rid of him.
She counted to ten.
Well, that was enough time to make sure he was gone, right?
It certainly was time to go. Abigail would come for tea. She'd love to hear about all this nonsense with the shrouded man.

Maybe he was a wizard or something.

Author Krishtina Mayers:

Krishtina Mayers is a professional ghostwriter who hails from Bladenboro, NC. She lives in a 100 year-old house with her three dogs and Asatru Norse Pagan beau, Richard, where she pens deliciously dark and sexy works. Her goal is to fully focus on creative writing as she slowly renovates her vintage home.

The Book Junkie Reads . . .Reckless Dreams  Interview with  . . . Krishtina Mayers . .

Do you feel that writing is an ingrained process or just something that flows naturally for you?  

I’m very organic. I hate outlines with a passion. They feel tedious. I tend to brainstorm and daydream with a story idea and eventually begin writing. The story will often change as I write. I almost always never know how the story will end until it … well … ends. As a result, I write naturally and joyfully. The process is almost always entertaining.      

What mindset or routine do you feel the need to set when preparing to write (in general whether you are working on a project or just free writing)?

I need to be well fed with a glass of water for possible thirst. I must also have a YouTube video or something else playing near me. I can’t think of much else I need to do.     

Do you take your character prep to heart? Do you nurture the growth of each character all the way through to the page? Do you people watch to help with development? Or do you build upon your character during story creation?

I usually start with a scene between random placeholder characters to figure out how interesting it could be. Then I build the characters from the scene, and then the other characters that weren’t part of that scene. For example: I might imagine a scenario where an emperor chose a blind woman to be his concubine, but he hates her and puts her in the lowest quality accommodations. So, I imagine what the emperor and concubine would be like. Why does the emperor hate this woman? Why did he choose her to be his concubine? I continue from there, especially as I write.

Do you have a character that you have been working on for a long time that still isn't quite ready, but fills you with excitement to work on the story?

Every. Single. Moment. Of my existence. So many characters are constantly dancing around in my head. There are too many to list.   

What are some of your writing/publishing goals for this year?     

I want to finish the Honey Drop series and continue with a sequel, and perhaps write a novel by myself.      

If you could have dinner/dinner party with 7 fictional character, who would they be?   

Excluding characters I’ve invented, Count Dracula from Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992), Sesshoumaru from InuYasha, Morpheus from the Honey Drop series, Stolas from Helluva Boss, Alastor from Hazbin Hotel, Alucard from Hellsing, Tsukino Usagi from Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon. 

Where would you spend one full year, if you could go ANYWhere, money is not a concern? What would you do with this time?  

Japan. I want to explore Japan. I want to eat and shop there.   

About Alicia Norman:

By day, Alicia Norman is a copy specialist at a major marketing firm, by night, she is a screenwriter and animator. She lives with her two kids and three cats in the burbs of Dallas, GA, and aspires to share her own brand of historical erotic fiction with  BFF and co-writer Krishtina Mayers. 

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