Friday, October 24, 2014

Fright Night Blog Hop and Giveaway


Join us for a little Halloween fun in the Fright Night blog hop! Stop by each blog to check out their favorite paranormal or spooky reads and enter their giveaways!


In celebration of Halloween I wanted to share a true story. I come from a small town in Maine named China. My dad lived on a country road that for many years was nothing but dirt. He and my step-mom had a nice home on a small hill, back from the road and secluded by trees and flowering plants. My dad worked for and retired from the railroad in Waterville, and for as long as I knew him he always wore the same thing, a dark blue pair of pants and matching shirt that all the railroad workers wore. Even when he retired he still wore the same clothes every day. Every morning my dad would walk his greyhound, Buster. He loved that dog and when dad passed away Buster went a month later.

Now, on the country road my dad walked Buster the homes were far and few between. My step-sister lived just a little down the way from him, and across the street from her was a small house shared by two women. One day my step-sister and her neighbor across the street happened to go out for their mail at the same time. Mail boxes were at the edge of their driveways. So they got to talking.

The neighbor woman asked my step-sister, “Who’s that man I see walk by here every morning with his dog?”

My step-sister thought for a minute and said, “Gee, I don’t know, my step-father used to walk by here every day with his dog but he passed away. What does he look like?”

The neighbor described him saying, “He wears dark blue clothes and he’s walking a big greyhound.”


The women didn’t know my dad and had never met him, she moved into that house after he passed away. When my step-sister told me the story I got chills. My step-sister and I knew that woman was seeing my dad walking Buster. How? A lot of people don’t believe but I’ve always believed that anything is possible. And knowing that dad and Buster were together and doing what they loved best made me feel good.

I haven’t written any Halloween stories. I do have a couple short erotic paranormals, The Mating Ritual and Scent of a Wolf’s Mate, and a contemporary romance with a brief Halloween party scene in it, Kiss Me! That one is a full length romance that I’m offering to one lucky commenter. Please leave your email addy.

Kiss Me! 

Blurb - Two years after Emma’s divorce she’s looking forward to settling into a quiet life in her new condo at the lake. But thanks to her match making sister she’s running into Stratton’s sexy small town detective at every turn. The last thing Mike’s looking for is a relationship to complicate his busy life, and tells Emma as much. So, if that’s the case, why can’t keep his hands off her? Previously released at Whiskey Creek Press.

Excerpt - Emma caught her breath, recognizing Mike the second she heard the deep timbre of his sexy voice. He made a hunky Zorro, dressed all in black in a costume that fit his tall, powerful body like it was tailored especially for him. She’d seen him watching her while she crossed the room, ignoring him on purpose because she hadn’t wanted to encourage any unwelcome attention. Now that she knew who he was, she couldn’t take her eyes off him.

He was what dreams were made of, the handsome hero disguised in a black mask, his steely eyes doing all his talking for him as he leaned insolently against the table with that wolfish grin. The bad boy every woman secretly yearns for. He had to know how he affected women with his mysterious presence. Goodness, she all but placed her hand over her pounding heart. What was wrong with her? It took effort to remind herself he was married.

She was about to step away when a dancer bumped into her backside, causing her to fly directly into Mike’s arms. “Oh!” she gasped, throwing her head back to meet his eyes just as his strong hands curled around the fleshy part of her arms, catching her against him. Their bodies were flush, and suddenly it seemed like they were sharing every breath, every heart beat as they stared intently into each other’s eyes.

Emma felt warm heat spread throughout her body, a heat that had nothing to do with the hot disco lights glaring overhead. Time seemed to stand still. She couldn’t pull her gaze away from his, too caught up in the spell of the moment and feeling way too much in his strong arms, experiencing way too much sensation against his hard body. She was old enough to realize the flow of heat pooling in the lower half of her body was the result of sharp and instant arousal. She tried to ignore the tingling in her nipples as they tightened against his chest, wetting her lips to issue an apology. However, the only thing that came out was a noise that sounded very much like a purr of surrender, a sound of betrayal if she ever heard one.

“Mike,” she began, in a breathless tone that revealed her emotions. She was unable to finish, her body trembling on a sudden wave of weakness. Certain her knees were going to give way, she struggled to put the brakes on the obvious signs of what being in his arms was doing to her. “Please…” she began, intending to ask him to let her go, but there was no denying the invitation she heard in her own voice.

Mike’s eyes darkened with desire; he didn’t want to let Emma go. He’d known he was attracted to her from the start, but he wasn’t prepared for the instant results she produced every time she touched him in some way. Even innocently, only this was hardly innocent. He felt every inch of her. His hands tightened around her arms, a low groan locking in his throat.

The very air around them seemed electrified. He didn’t want to feel the attraction, yet he was powerless to push her away. Instead, he was acting like an adolescent discovering what sex was all about for the first time. Hell, he was breaking out in a sweat! Her sweet scent and softness was more than any mortal could bear.

Glancing down was his undoing. Her lovely breasts, crushed against him, were all but spilling out of their scant covering. The breath hissed from his lungs, lust shooting a direct path for his aching groin. Releasing a low growl of denial, he felt himself turning hard, and realized he should set her away from him at once. But she felt too damn good right where she was. As if she belonged there.


Debby said...

Great books for me to read. Thanks
debby236 at gmail dot com

Tory Richards said...

Thank you for coming by Debby! Have fun during the hop.

Anne said...

I'll believe anything is possible, but I'd have to see it myself to really believe something.

Tory Richards said...

Hi Anne, so glad you came by! From what the lady described to my sister, it could only have been my dad and his dog Buster. He walked down past their house every day for years. Even though it gave me chills, it also made me feel good.

Jana B said...

Enjoyed your story. Thanks.

Holly Letson said...

Sounds good.

bookaholicholly at gmail dot com

Lori R said...

Thanks for the story!

Jean MP said...

Wow, that is quite the story, rather unnerving for sure.
skpetal at hotmail dot com

bn100 said...

Sounds interesting

bn100candg at hotmail dot com

Rebecca Westmoreland said...

Sounds good!
Countrychic (underscore) 03 (underscore) 85 @yahoo dot com

Tory Richards said...

Hi Jana, Holly, Lori, Jean, bn100 and Rebecca,

Thank you all for stopping by and leaving your comments. I hope your having fun and meeting new authors and their blogs. Good luck!


Anonymous said...

Awesome....Happy Halloween!

Anonymous said...

Hey! Thanks for offering the free books. I get your newsletter.

melanie320 said...

Loved the blurb...sounds really good!
Thanks for joining the blog hop!

Michelle Willms said...

I loved the story of your dad and his dog. Those are the best types of spirits. I saw my great-grandmother once in my grandparents' house. She lived there from the time she married my great-grandfather until her death (in the house). I actually heard her walking down the hall and looked into the mirror that reflected the hallway and saw the reflection of a woman I didn't know with the hallway looking strange. The door at the end of the hall was open, with sunshine streaming inside. We never unlocked that door. Never. I looked around the doorway to peer down the hall, and there was no one there. The door was closed, and the hall was dark. I could still hear the footsteps for a second or two longer though. michelle_willms at yahoo dot com.

Kristi Van Howling said...

My grandmother and my dad visited me as they left this earth. My email is I love the books that you write.

Kristi Van Howling said...

Here are my 3 picks. They are Seal of Approval, Someone to Love, and Out of Control. My email is

Tory Richards said...

Hi Mydurango618, Heather, Melanie, Michelle, and Kristi,

Thank you all for coming by and saying hi, leaving your comments and signing up for my newsletter if you did. Anyone new who signed up will receive your books soon:)

Michelle, your story gave me chills! But isn't it a nice feeling to know passed loved ones are still with us in some way?

Marie Mattingly-Woods said...

Loved your story about your dad. My little brother used to tell us he was talking to our grandpa (he had passed when my brother was a baby).

BookLady said...

What an amazing story about your dad and Buster! Thanks for sharing. Happy Halloween!

Tory Richards said...

Thanks Marie and Booklady, I fully believe our passed loved ones surround us. I'm glad you both made it by, hope you're enjoying the hop:)

Natasha said...

Thanks for the chance to win!
Happy Halloween!
natasha_donohoo_8 at hotmail dot com

Tory Richards said...

Thanks for stopping by, Natasha!

Carol L. said...

Thank you for sharing that beautiful story about your Dad and his dog. I too truly believe they are still a part of our lives to an extent. Very heartwarming. Like you said, he's still doing what he loved to do with his best friend. :)
Happy Halloween.
Carol L
Lucky4750 (at) aol (dot) com

Tory Richards said...

Thank you Carol. I hope you enjoyed the hop and I'm glad you made it by. Take care!