Happy Hump Day! This week we Mid Week Teasers are celebrating Halloween with teasers from our paranormal works. And since Delaney and Mark have been on my mind recently, here’s a special Halloween scene from my Trickster series (yes, there will be a sequel).

Enjoy, and make sure to hit the list after the teaser to see other great Mid Week Teases!

With care, Delaney decanted the hot cider from the pot into two glass mugs, inhaling the crisp, fruity steam with relish. It was rare that Dallas got chilly enough for spiced cider before December, but a cold front had pushed through the area along with a handful of thunderstorms, bringing autumnal temperatures just in time for Halloween. His coyote wanted to be out in the fields that still dotted the outer edges of the Metroplex, hunting the last of the rabbits and enjoying the crackle of browning foliage under his paws before the earth put itself to bed for winter.

Barring that, a monster movie marathon with his mate was a more than acceptable alternative.

He grabbed the mugs and carried them carefully through to the living room. The lights had already been turned down and Mark was in his spot on the couch, idly spinning the remote in one long-fingered hand.

“That took long enough,” he commented, accepting one of the mugs. “Coffee would have been fine, really.”

“Hell, no. I’ve been waiting for this for months.” Delaney took a seat next to Mark, deftly keeping the cider from slopping over while he slid an arm around his mate. “Try it.”

Mark rolled his eyes but obeyed. And blinked in surprised appreciation. “Wow.” He smacked his lips. “That’s got quite a kick.”

“Now you know where all the rum’s gone.” Delaney took a careful sip from his mug, savoring the hot fluid rolling over his tongue. “God, I love this kind of weather. So what are we watching?”

Mark squinted at the stack of DVD cases on the TV stand. “Our marathon kicks off with your favorite and mine, Re-animator.”

“Stuart Gordon, black humor, and gore — oh, my,” Delaney said, taking another sip of cider. “What else?”

“After that we have An American Werewolf in London, and then I thought we’d wrap it up with Dracula.”

“Lugosi, Langella, or Oldman?”

“Oldman — I’m in the mood for something OTT.”

“Works for me,” Delaney said, pulling Mark closer as the smaller man hit PLAY. Only part of his attention was on the screen as a maniacal Herbert West briefly brought his mentor back to a gruesomely eye-popping life. The rest of it was on the irresistible smell rising from Mark’s skin, a combination of salt, clean musk, the faint tang of alcohol, and a hint of spice and fruit. He leaned over and nosed a curl away from the lobe of Mark’s ear, inhaling.

“I thought we were going to watch horror movies,” Mark said, sounding amused.

“Mm, maybe I just wanted to get you on the couch and ply you with alcoholic cider,” Delaney admitted, brushing his lips against the sensitive patch of skin under Mark’s ear. Goosebumps rose on his mate’s skin, and he licked them gently. “You don’t mind, do you?”

He pulled back to judge his mate’s expression. Storm-blue eyes met his own, turning dark with the need that always crackled between them when they were alone. “Not really,” Mark said, grinning. “Should I stop the DVD?”

“I don’t think Mr. West will mind,” Delaney said, plucking the mug from Mark’s hand and putting it on the end table with his own before pressing closer to his mate’s welcoming heat. “Now, then, where was I…”

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