Monday, August 19, 2013

Snippet from Tyler's first M/F/M WIP, Honor's Beck and Call

Hello my, lovelies!!
So guess what? In addition to the two M/M WIPs I've been going back and forth on, a reader asked me to write another menage with vampires, only she asked for a female to round out the threesome.
The idea intrigued me, especially if the heroes are just as committed to each other as much as they are to heroine in the middle.
Sounds yummy, right?
I thought so too, only I hadn't realized how much fun it would be. I haven't written much, but I think it's off to a great start.
The following is an excerpt, and I claim it as my original work, so please respect the inferred anti-plagiarism rule of my bog and consider all excerpts and snippets posted by me or my guests as copyrighted material!!  

Honor’s Beck and Call Blurb (inspired by Judie Stewart)

My FAKE cover!
     Honor Christian cares for her ailing benefactor while harboring the vampire who created her in the underground tunnels of the southern manor she now calls home.
     Greyson Beck has a price on his head since breaking away from his original clan. His only hope for survival is to seek refuge in the arms of his loyal progeny, Honor.
     The secluded mansion provides the perfect sanctuary, and they soon forget the danger when Honor comes face to face with the one human she’s never been able to resist; Julien Call, her benefactor’s godson.
     At first, Greyson is torn, but then discovers that his attraction to Julien is mutual. With love in full bloom, the trio inevitably come together, raising the stakes when the enemy comes knocking.
     There’s a thin line between a love that’s too good to be true, and one that’s too true to be good?

Here's your sneak peek!!

     “I don’t think I will ever be able to feel for another girl the way I feel for you.” Julien Call’s heart pounded in his chest and his eyes burned from the salty swell of unshed tears.
     A slight hint of pain darkened Honor’s expression as she gently slid her thumb across his bottom lip. The fair-skinned, raven-haired beauty appeared even more delicate as she sighed deeply. “Julien, you have no idea the hundreds of girls you’re going to encounter in life. You’ll forget all about me soon enough.”
     Julien shook his head. How could he explain that what he was trying to tell her was so much more than a declaration of affection? How could he tell her something he’d known long before they’d shared their amazing summer romance?
     Honor Christian was the only girl he’d ever had feelings for. Period.
     Deep down, Julien had always been aware his attraction to other men, but he’d never known for sure how serious the notion was considering his equal pull toward girls.
     Then again, Honor wasn't just any girl. 
     Honor was so much more than the beautiful, gracious young woman who lived with and cared for his godmother. Four years his elder, she was the only woman he’d even considered making love to, and it had nothing to do with the allure of what she was.
     His feelings had taken root weeks before he discovered her secret.
     No. He’d been drawn to her because of something much deeper than that. Much stronger than the hypnotizing wiles of a vampire, and although he had no words to properly describe it, somehow he knew.
     Vampire or not, Honor Christian was the one woman he’d love forever.

PG Excerpt:

     "Has he called or written, child?”
     Honor peered down at the frail hand lightly gripping her wrist. Her heart was torn in two, unable to lessen her benefactor’s growing concern. “No, ma’am.” Honor caressed Mrs. Goodson’s satiny, translucent skin.
     The elderly woman had taken her in so many years ago, Honor had lost count. Back when the old woman’s hair was the deepest shade of crimson and her skin flawless and smooth.
     Those days had drifted slowly into the past and Honor’s only concern the last few years was to make Mrs. Goodson comfortable and read to her the letters Julien had sent less frequently.
     Time had taken its toll on the generous old woman, leaving only the worrisome shell of a saint behind.
     The Goodsons never had children of her own. Mr. Goodson had been a powerful man; one with many secrets. Honor often wondered if his angelic wife knew of the tunnels under their mansion. Tunnels she herself had never known existed until she and Julien discovered them during their summer together.
     Nearly seven years had passed, and Honor had yet to determine their purpose. Her creator, Greyson, had warned Honor not to dig too deeply in the affairs of humans.   He cautioned that some evils were best left dead and buried and vampires would benefit from minding their own kind.
     Of course he’d say something like that. He’d taken issue with humans long before he ever saved Honor from certain death that wintry night so long ago.
Honor hugged herself, recalling the frigid waters and deadly ice that would have become her grave if the hand of a vampire hadn’t plucked her from the black abyss and given her a new lease on life. A life still shrouded in death, but death of a different kind.
     “He will return.” Mrs. Goodson squeezed her wrist harder. “I know he will.”
     Honor smiled and patted her hand. “You rest. I will be back a little later to check on you.”
     It wouldn’t be long now. Honor could sense the end was near. A slight change had settled in the air around her benefactor and it pained Honor to know that soon, the last inkling of true life in the mansion would be silenced.
     She dimmed the lights and closed the door behind her as she left Mrs. Goodson’s room. Honor wandered down the hallway to her own bedroom.
     Not much had changed in all the time she’d lived there. The antique, turn-of-the-century furniture still reminded her of those old romance novels she’d read when she was a girl. The kind treasured by loveless spinsters of yesteryear who pursued their destinies between the pages of a book rather than actually stepping outside and looking for a real man to latch on to.
     Honor couldn’t blame them though. Times were different then. Now, women were free to choose and free to express themselves in ways women of that era could not. They would surely blush if they knew how determined women of today were to seek satisfaction.
     Honor laughed to herself as she thought of that summer with Julien. The boy with the caramel skin and the swirls of dark hair she’d run her fingers through too many times to count. The taste of his lips, warm and sweet and so different than those of her creator, Greyson.
     Both men had conquered her in their own ways.
     Greyson, with a passion so intense she swooned at the mere thought of his masculine bravado, and Julien, so tender and gentle, his inexperience as charming as the words he’d whisper in her ear as they made love.
     Two lovers, so different, yet so alike in the way Honor had loved them.
     She stretched across her bed and stared out at the moonlight filtering in through her open window as a cool breeze drifted into the room. Morning would be upon her soon and she would be forced to close the shutters and draw the curtains, keeping the deadly rays at bay another day. A small price to pay for immortality it would seem, but one that cut deeply when the yearning for light overwhelmed her.
     It happened less often now. She’d found ways to occupy her time. Greyson helped when he’d sneak away to see her, but when he couldn’t, those were the days she missed Julien the most.
     Missed his warm touch. Missed his hot breath on her skin and the taste of him on her tongue. Not his blood though. She’d never even been tempted. Besides, he’d brought plenty of snacks to fill her good and proper back when they were lovers. Boys from school, the ones he hadn’t really liked much, the ones he said deserved to lose a pint or two.
     Julien could be ruthless when he needed to be, and seeing to it she was fed, seemed like a chore he quite enjoyed.
     Honor sighed deeply at the thought of it. She’d missed that about him, too.
     A deep silence filled the room, bringing with it a heaviness she could almost feel. Something dark loomed in the air, and Honor sat up, sensing it right away. She rushed to the window and peered out over the awning below and scanned the back yard.
     The swaying tree branches stilled, and the hairs at the nape of her neck stood on end, pricking her collar in defiance. Someone was there. She could feel it.
     “You should never leave your doors unlocked, my dear.”
     Honor gasped and whirled around. “Greyson!”
     A devilish grin spread across his face. “You’ve been thinking of me again, haven’t you?”
     Honor stifled her excitement and sauntered past him, returning to her bed. How she loved to tease him. “Among other men.”
     He quickly spun around and appeared at her side in an instant. “Do tell.”
     “You’d like me to tell you of my many lovers.”
     “Many?” His eyes widened with surprise, then softened as he licked his lips in a sultry manner. “Big strapping lads, were they?”
     “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Honor giggled, taking much delight in tormenting him.
     Greyson took her hand and kissed it, inhaling deeply as his lips trailed up her arm. “Tell me, my love.”
     Honor reclined back onto a stack of pillows and smoothed her skirt.
     Greyson stretched out beside her, resting his hand on her thigh. “Tell me of your many lovers.”
     Honor swirled his golden locks around her fingers as she began to toy with her creator. “I’ve had so many, I don’t know where to begin.”
     “Start with the best and leave out the riffraff.”
     The only other man Honor had ever been with other than Greyson was Julien Call, and deep down the assumed Greyson knew that. “I’ve told you this story so many times. Aren’t you bored of it already?”
     Greyson rose up and skinned the tip of his nose gently across her cheek. “I long to hear of you being satisfied, whether by me or another man. Your happiness is my most passionate desire.”
     He truly was remarkable.
     Honor cleared her throat. “This wasn’t just any man—this man was human.”
     Greyson gasped. “Simply scandalous.”

Well, that's all you get. I'd love to hear what you think.

Will Greyson maintain his playful nature after he meets Julien, or will he be green with envy?  

Will Honor be able to handle the sparks that might fly? 

Or could Julien have changed and prove a threat to everything Honor has left ion the world? 

I suppose we'll all find out together!!

Until then, check out something just as fun from my back-list at Evernight or Amazon!!




  1. I'm so happy and excited about this story! I'm humbled by your kindness.