Dianne: Hello! I’m glad you could make it. Come sit by me on the couch. Iced tea? Coffee? My name’s Dianne Hartsock, the author of the short story COSTUMES in the Halloween Heat Anthology.
*I motion to the young man in the chair across from us* This is my good friend Paul, the hero of my story, who’s kindly offered to talk about his terrifying experience in the attic. Paul, can you tell our guests a little about yourself?
Paul: *blushes at the word ‘hero’ and fiddles with his tie, looking adorable* Hi, I’m Paul, obviously. I’m a student at OSU working toward a journalism major with a minor in English Literature. Um… I live with my boyfriend Bennie in an apartment off campus.
Me: Thanks, Paul. *I sit back and take a sip of coffee, hoping to make him feel more relaxed* Are you ready to tell us what happened at Bennie’s aunt’s house? It sounds like it was frightening.
Paul: You could say that. *He looks at our guests and frowns, biting his lip*
Me: It’s okay. These are friends.
Paul: *nods but still looks uncertain. He clears his throat, takes a sip of water* Well, Bennie’s aunt passes away a few weeks ago and his mom asked him to go through her things before they had the estate sale. I’ve known Bennie’s family forever and wanted to help out. Besides, it would give us a chance to be alone, away from the noise of our apartment complex.
I wish now neither of us had gone. *Paul takes a hard breath and covers his face.*
Me: *I lean forward and touch his knee* It’s okay. I won’t make you go through it again. It’s all in the book. But I’d really like to know how you and Bennie are doing now.
Paul: *draws another deep breath and gives us a tentative smile* We’re good. Bennie doesn’t like to talk about it much. He thinks most of the bad stuff was a dream. He doesn’t want to believe he actually hurt me. And that’s fine with me. I wouldn’t hurt his gentle heart for all the world.
Me: And you?
Paul: I’m fine. Some nightmares. And sometimes I catch myself watching Bennie’s eyes, making sure…But I’m being stupid. Everything’s okay with us.
Me: Glad to hear it, honey. Thank you so much for sharing with us, Paul. I hope you and Bennie can put this frightening experience behind you. *I look at our guests* More tea?
Thank you Kiran for having me and Paul on your lovely site today and everyone for stopping by. You can read Paul and Bennie’s story in COSTUMES and you can find me at:
There’s a presence in the attic, malevolent, waiting. When Bennie’s aunt passes away he’s given the task of sorting her things before the estate sale. But the chore that should have been a pleasant visit to the past becomes a nightmare for him and his longtime lover, Paul, as the dark presence seeks a new home in them. Their once gentle and sensual love turns to a dark passion, hard and rough and hurtful. Paul sees the change, but will his love be strong enough to save them?
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“Oh my God, Paul! You gotta see this.”
Paul chuckled to himself and smiled fondly. He lowered his lashes, thinking of Bennie’s creativity in bed that morning. It took all his effort not to moan aloud as he recalled his lover’s lips on his body, sliding over his dick—
Paul had trouble tearing his eyes away from the stained glass window in the door. Such a strange door, set in the middle of the west wall of the attic, leading nowhere as far as he could tell. He tried the handle again. Locked. But unless there was a balcony he hadn’t noticed from the outside, one would step through it right into empty space.
He glanced across the room, through the dust motes, and caught his breath in sudden alarm. Sunlight streamed through the old glass of the window and splashed color over Bennie’s face: yellow, green, blue, with a slash of blood red across his tender throat.
Paul drew a troubled breath. “What is it, hon?”
Bennie waved him over, and the movement centered the splash of red over his heart. “Come see what’s in this trunk! Our old Halloween costumes.”
Paul swallowed the lump in his throat. He was being silly. The reflected light didn’t mean anything. Just because Bennie’s aunt had died in the house … He didn’t believe in ghosts. No fucking way. Still, he hurried to Bennie’s side and slipped an arm around his waist.
“Which ones?” he asked, looking down into the musty trunk.
“All of them, as far as I can tell.” Bennie started pulling out wigs and hats and scarves, a pirate shirt and a werewolf mask. “Remember this one?” he asked and giggled as he held up a pink tutu.
“Oh god, yes. I thought your father was going to have a seizure. What were we, ten?” Paul rubbed the frilly skirt between his fingers. He’d grown up in the house next to the Ramseys, and he and Bennie were as close as brothers. Closer, when at fourteen they discovered it was more fun to sleep in the same bed than separately.
Bennie flashed him a look, light blue eyes dancing with mischief. Paul’s heartbeat quickened. Bennie’s hair fell in reddish-blond ringlets around his pale face. A few freckles brushed his checks, and Paul bent his head and licked them. He’d teased Bennie as a child that he’d wash them away one day with his tongue. One night, in Paul’s room, Bennie had shown him where his other freckles were. Now he could never taste these without wanting the others.
Bennie quirked a brow. “Think it will still fit me?”
Halloween Heat 1 Paranormal M/M
Love Lies Deep by Tristram La Roche
Idle Hands by Reneé George
Costumes by Dianne Hartsock
Eden by Kiran Hunter
Set in Stone by Elin Gregory
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