First off, I’d like to thank Delilah for this great opportunity to be a guest blogger!
Since I was a child, Halloween has always been one of my favorite holidays. You got to dress up, scare your friends and get free candy. Then there was the added bonus of being able to tell all sorts of ghost stories, some of which kept my friends up all night.
As I got older I realized that Halloween is not just a time for little kids to enjoy; adults are able to cut loose and dress up as whoever or whatever they want and get a little crazy too! (My parents never did it, so it felt incredibly rebellious!)
The college that I attended held a Halloween party every year which my friends and I loved to go to. Our school was built back in the early 1900’s and had the gothic architecture that made you wonder if it really was just an educational institution or a building that was harboring some other secrets in one of its underground tunnels. The party was held in one of the grand halls, complete with a stone fireplace and faces carved into the wall (some of which were sanded off because the residents swore that the eyes followed them). And yes, there was a haunted house that was set up but I don’t think it was really necessary. Just walking through the school alone at night gave most people the creeps.
With all this Halloween magic going on, I never anticipated that the sweet tendrils of love would wrap around my heart that night.
As I glanced around the room of creepy costumes, a rather handsome, and somewhat bloodied, man slowly made his way through the crowd. I wondered what he was supposed to be—serial killer, butcher, zombie slayer? There was no other prop that helped identify what he was dressed as.
Curious, I weaved among the creatures of the night in my golden Belle dress (á la Beauty and the Beast) and approached him.
“So what are you supposed to be?”
“Disgruntled Network Admin” he said with a smile.
“Ah, so you’re a computer geek.”
“So what are you doing here? Don’t you have a video game that you’d rather be playing instead of being at a party like this?” I teased.
“No, I like parties. Gives me a chance to pick up girls.”
I frowned. That was pretty cocky. “You seem awfully sure of yourself. I’m positive you won’t be able to pick me up.”
His smile grew mischievous. “Oh, I am sure I can.”
I shook my head. With that attitude there was no way he was going to win. “Nope. You can’t.”
“Watch.” He bent down, picked me up by my legs and swung me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Everyone cheered as he walked with me out of the hall.
“I told her I could pick her up!” he triumphantly boomed.
Yes, it was cheesy but it worked.
He has been the greatest supporter of my writing and for that I will be forever grateful!
I hope everyone will have a great Halloween…who knows, maybe you will find your special ghoul or goblin too!
Driven by Love
Anne Stevens had everything…
Wealth, fame, and a secret power to bring a civilization to its knees. When her sister is severely hurt in an apparent car crash, Anne discovers clues that lead her to believe her own life might be in danger.
Dean was a Marine Corps. veteran from a special military team, each gifted with powers of a mysterious origin. Framed for murder by his mercenary ex-lover, Dean retires from service to live a civilian life as a body guard for hire. Dean Miller met only a few people with gifts while he was in the Middle East but none compared to what Anne Stevens could do: bring to life the machines around her.
Seemingly from different worlds, they share more in common than their growing desire for each other as they find themselves irresistibly drawn to one another. When the threat intensifies and Anne becomes the target of a kidnapping, Dean must draw on old friends to help save her from a ruthless enemy.
Driven by Love is the 1st book in the Heirs of Orion romantic suspense series which takes readers on a journey through the lives of people with special powers and those who want to control them.
About the Author
D. Anne Paris is the one person you will find running towards haunted houses with her camera in hand. Corporate America was once her calling but the long hours, little gratitude, and her boss’s comment that she wasn’t creative enough made her change her direction in life. Writing was always her passion as a child so she decided to pursue her dream and bring her stories to life. When she’s not writing she spends time with her furry and non-furry kids or working on her beloved sports car who she hopes will rise from the dead one day.
You can connect with her on twitter @danneparis or on her website www.danneparis.com.