Terrified By Love On A Haunted Hayride
 By TruLOVE Stories
"Okay, I guess that's everyone-oh, hold on. There's Brandon," Charlotte Ripley said as she stood at the back of the hay wagon. Shaking her head and crossing her arms, she added, "Late as usual." But I could tell from her smile that she wasn't really angry with him. Spotting a motorcycle turning the corner of the old farmhouse driveway, I cringed.
Ever since I'd been in a car accident a year ago and spent a week in the trauma unit of the hospital, and then three weeks in a physical rehabilitation facility, I dreaded looking at motorcycles. There was no protection at all! Didn't this guy realize the danger? At least half of the ether amputees I'd met while I was hospitalized had lost their limbs because of motorcycle accidents.
Taking a deep breath; I shook my head and decided to concentrate on my surroundings. After all, we were here tonight to do a trial run of the haunted hayride.
 Tomorrow was opening night and we had to be ready to put on a good show for the next three weekends before Halloween to raise a lot of money for breast cancer research. No use trying to talk sense into people who were risk-takers. The sun was turning the amber fields shades of pinkish-blue as it began to set behind the trees, and an early October breeze was kicking up just enough to make it feel like Halloween.
"Sorry I'm late," the tall, dark-haired guy hollered from the parking lot, bending to set his helmet on his bike. Well, at least he had enough sense to wear a helmet. That was something, I supposed.
We were all sitting on bales of hay stacked on a wagon and I could hear various people who were sitting closer to the tractor calling out greetings to the guy. Since I'd been one of the last ones to board, I was seated near the back. And after Charlotte reached over to hug the fellow, she gestured to the empty seat on the hay bale next to me.
I smiled and nodded and tried to scoot over a bit, but the elderly woman next to me didn't get the hint, and I soon found myself hip-to-hip with the biker. Read More
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New Ghostly Tales Arrive for Halloween
By Katherine Sharma
By the middle of October, there are usually many articles listing the best scary tales for Halloween's annual celebration of the paranormal. But this year, editors seem to have less interest. Real humanitarian horrors abroad and mass killings at home may have sated the appetite for imaginary frightfulness. But I personally still welcome escape via a good ghost story's vicarious terrors, vaporous threats that vanish with the last page. And there is a choice of new, well-reviewed spine-tingling fiction this year to satisfy that yen.
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"Pretty doll," rasped the dark haired vampire as he went about behind her, and she could feel his ravenous hunger practically radiating off him."
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HEARTS UNLEASHED
Third novel in spicy romance series
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ARIS REIGNS
The Kingdom of Vampires |
THE TEMPTING
Seducing the Nephilim
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