Honey Drop by Krishtina Mayers – Alicia Norman #EroticHistoricalFantasy

Honey Drop: Book 1 – Volume 1
Krishtina Mayers – Alicia Norman

Genre: erotic historical fantasy
Publisher: Luv Multimedia
Date of Publication: January 20, 2023
Number of pages: 289
Word Count:  62,482
Cover Artist: Alicia R. Norman

Tagline:  The worlds of gods and men collide when Love and Death embrace.

Book Description:

Honey Drop chronicles the story of willful, beautiful, and headstrong Proserpyn Prina Katsaros, an island noblewoman with a lust for adventure and a taste for the macabre. 

Prina has been obsessed with dark topics and activities, like watching executions and visiting graveyards for as long as she can remember as she believes that to appreciate life, one must also respect death.

One day, a frightening, terrifying man appears, using magic to seduce and play with her senses and heart. Proserpyn is uncertain if he is a wizard, a demon, or something much more overwhelming than that. 

With the help of Abigail, her friend, and lover, Proserpyn will consult the Old Gods and try to find a solution to this lustful madness.

The brainchild collaboration of Krishtina Mayers and Alicia R. Norman, the illustrated novel promises a one-of-a-kind journey from tome to tome!

Excerpt 2:

Rain put a soft, wet hiss into the air.

The boots squished onto the grass with each step.

The oiled and hooded cloak protected the woman’s gown well.

Her lamp was placed on the highest step of the mausoleum’s stoop, right under a slight eave where it would be protected from the weather.

Cheerful and only a little overpowered by the rain, Proserpyn’s voice sang.

“Mr. Gregor was kind to children.”

She bent down to wipe some wet leaves and a touch of mud off a step with a spare rag she’d brought.

“Madam Junio donated to all.”

She folded the rag and put it reasonably close to her lamp.

“His Grace, the Duke was humble.”

She tightened her hood over her head.

“Miss Trishelle loved knitting shawls.”

As Prina danced and swayed in place, her steps soon moved with a rhythm that only played in her mind.

“She gave the shawls away, so kindly so openly.”

One of her palms extended to catch raindrops.

“She warmed the girl’s shoulders while smiling, truly.”

The song went on in this manner. In fact, as Prina danced about in the darkness, she passed graves that had the names she’d used. Thanks to the lack of light, they weren’t legible, but she knew they were there.

After a few more lines, her feet halted. Her hands slid back under her cloak, where they met at her belly, her arms bent. She turned back to go to where her father’s body rested, where she’d placed her oil lamp. She crouched down to touch the thing when she heard a voice she hadn’t wanted to hear.

“You couldn’t have known any of those people.”

Picking the lamp up, she faced the opposite direction. There was nothing unusual in her sight: rain, vague shadows, and outlines–her lantern. Sometimes, there was an occasional streetlamp, but not much else.

It was far too dark.

…She could smell him.

The rain and soggy earth’s scent were forgotten. There was burning wood, spice … and oddly enough hints of dark chocolate and cherries. Did his scent change every time he appeared?

Even though she knew who it must be, she asked, “Who’s there?”

The answer, right in her ear, was simple.


She quickly spun as she repeated with a higher and more concerned pitch, “Me?!”

The tone turned a little bit more impish, although she could still hear a smoldering hint.

“Would you prefer myself or I?”

He might well have been trying to lick her ear! That is how close it felt!

Shuddering, Proserpyn continued to search for the voice’s owner. He must be somewhere! Growing frustration had her brow knitting, “Such cowardice! You won’t face a lone maiden in the dark?! Reveal yourself!”

“Is that your wish, Honey Drop?”

Honey Drop?

Proserpyn tried to think of another way to insult the man. She stood there, rain pattering on her cloak. It took around fifteen seconds for her to finally say, “You’re irritating and useless. I’ve no time for such a creature.”

She went back to pick up her rag and folded it into a pocket, “I’ll leave you in possession of the dead, Sir. No doubt, someone must want you here.”

Prina grabbed her lantern and walked off, lighting her path.

Just as she made a slight turn, her heart jumped and she retreated a bit.

A figure was sitting on a rather tall gravestone.

He looked casual as he did it, and this time he wasn’t shrouded in black and blue. It was as if he’d known he’d be too difficult to see. Instead, he seemed to be covered in a similar garment of red, or at least Proserpyn’s lamp suggested it could’ve been red. It could also have been orange.

Maybe both.

Well, at least he wasn’t hiding.

But … well …

Proserpyn’s eyes followed the raindrops as they fell down onto the red and orange-clad man. His cloak was so long that it covered the gravestone’s front and quite a bit of the earth. When the water landed on the fabric, there weren’t any obvious signs of wetness. Neither did the fabric reject the water as if oiled, as her own protective garment had been. The drops seemed to … disappear … as if they were falling into something.

It was a detail many wouldn’t have noticed, but Prina had been so focused on him that she couldn’t help but see the oddity. However, her senses told her not to give a comment.

She stood there, her arm up and out, holding onto her lamp and waiting for the man to speak.

Certainly, he’d have a handful of more words for her, a handful at the very least.

He didn’t disappoint.

About  Krishtina Mayers:

Krishtina Mayers is a professional ghostwriter who hails from Bladenboro, NC. She lives in a 100 year-old house with her three dogs and Asatru Norse Pagan beau, Richard, where she pens deliciously dark and sexy works. Her goal is to fully focus on creative writing as she slowly renovates her vintage home.

About Alicia Norman:

By day, Alicia Norman is a copy specialist at a major marketing firm, by night, she is a screenwriter and animator. She lives with her two kids and three cats in the burbs of Dallas, GA, and aspires to share her own brand of historical erotic fiction with  BFF and co-writer Krishtina Mayers. 

Visit Patreon to support her on her mission: https://www.patreon.com/user?u=83953924

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After Midnight by Shari Nichols

After Midnight
Raven’s Hollow Coven 
Book Four
Shari Nichols

Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: City Owl Press
Date of Publication: 2/7/2023
Number of pages: 160
Word Count: 40, 000

Tagline: An ancient curse has kept astrologer Brooke Howe from finding true love until she crosses paths with a sexy-as-sin chef who may hold the key to changing her destiny. 

Book Description: 

An ancient curse has prevented astrologer Brooke Howe from finding true love. She hides her longing by matching others, with the hope of someday changing her fate. When Nico Denopoulos, the gorgeous younger brother of a friend, struts into her shop seeking a soulmate, she’s immediately drawn to his magnetic presence and his romantic heart. She can’t deny the intense sensation that she knows the sexy-as- sin chef, but can’t figure out why.

An ugly divorce has kept Nico laser-focused on the opening of his new restaurant. He’s been single for years, but now loneliness has crept into the cracks of his heart. Fearing that he‘s grown bitter, he has high hopes that Brooke can help him with his problem, except for one thing— the more time he spends with her, the more he wants her—in every possible way.

As much as Brooke wants to believe Nico is the real deal, she fears that when the seasons change, so will his feelings. She’s terrified of falling for him, and despite her best efforts to resist him, they’re inextricably drawn together. She can’t help but wonder if he may hold the secret to reversing the curse and changing her destiny. A secret from their shared past life will either bring them closer, or tear them apart forever.


 “Do you remember when you asked me what my favorite color was?”

The vibration of Nico’s voice made Brooke ache all over. She nodded and gulped her wine, catching a slight buzz. “Aries typically favor red.”

“But I chose purple for the color of the dress you wore at the wedding.”

A surge of heat spread from her cheeks to her neck. His sweet words blew through the last of her defenses. “You remember the color of my dress?”

“I remember a lot of things, tiny details about people that interest me.” Their gazes locked, and she couldn’t look away from the heat and hunger burning in his eyes.  

“I…didn’t know. You never said anything.” Brooke stared at his lips as he lifted his glass. They were full and sensual, perfect for kissing.

“I heard you were taken, and I didn’t want to be a jerk.” The deep timber of his voice slid into her blood, igniting her desire.

“I was, but we broke up.” When the season changed, so did his feelings. And like all the others, she never heard from him again. Another ghost situation. She wondered why she even bothered to date anymore, but then loneliness would creep in through the cracks of her heart, and she’d dive in again.

“I’m sorry, but the way I see it, this is my lucky day. The truth is I’ve been thinking about you for months now.”

The admission sent her heart galloping. His charisma made him shine brighter than any star in the sky. Why get excited? They’d go out a few times, have mind-blowing sex that would last for days. But then summer would turn to fall, and he’d forget all about her, and she’d be left mending the pieces of her broken heart.

“Seeing you again brought my attraction back full force. Keep your fee, Brooke, and go out with me.”

A thrilling sensation moved through her, but she ignored it and pushed on. “I’m flattered, believe me, but I can’t. I don’t date my clients. It’s a strict rule of mine.”

“Technically, I was only a client for about five minutes.” His phone beeped. He glanced at the screen and muttered a curse. “I’m sorry. I have to go put some fires out at the restaurant.” Nico pulled out his wallet and slapped some cash on the bar. “Let me drop you off and make sure you get home safely.”

“I appreciate it, but it’s out of your way. I’ll be fine.” She didn’t want to be alone with him in a confined space. It would be too tempting.

Nico looked like he wanted to argue, but eventually shook his head. “Let’s get out of here.” He rested his warm hand at the small of her back as they walked to the front doors. Searing heat singed through the thin material of her dress, and she swore her panties caught fire.

They stopped at the revolving double door as well-dressed couples walked in and out of the hotel. He leaned down and kissed her cheek, and a soft hum of electricity sparked between them.

“Think about what I said. I’m not going anywhere, unless I read the situation wrong, and you’re not interested.”

“No…it’s not that. I hope you understand why I can’t go out with you. It may sound silly, but I have rules about these types of things.”

“I respect your decision, but I want you to remember one thing.” He bent his head and whispered close to her ear. “Rules are meant to be broken.”

Her breath lodged in her throat. His words left her flushed and too aware of every scorching inch of him. She watched as he pushed through the doors onto the sidewalk and disappeared through the crowd.

Sighing with frustration, tonight she’d nix the bath in favor of an ice-cold shower.

About the Author:

Shari Nichols is a multi-award–winning author who grew up in a small town in Connecticut where haunted houses, ghosts and Ouija boards were commonplace, spurring her fascination with all things paranormal. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, getting her MA in Creative writing, doing yoga, or sharing a meal and a glass of wine with her family and friends. She lives in New Jersey with her husband of thirty years.

Shari shakes up the ultimate supernatural cocktail, combining witchcraft, vampires, suspense, and spice into an irresistible paranormal potion.” (InD’Tale Magazine) 

“Amazing characters, romance, and suspense. What more can a lover of paranormal romance hope for?” (Linda Tonis-Paranormal Romance Guild.)

Her novels have won the following awards: The Beverley Award, New York Book Festival Honorable Mention, Paranormal Romance Guild Reviewers Choice Finalist Best Book, Paranormal Romance Guild Reviewers Choice Finalist Best Series, Paranormal Romance Guild Reviewers Choice Winner Best Book, Paranormal Romance Guild Reviewers Choice Winner Best Series, Golden Leaf Finalist Best Book, Golden Leaf Finalist by a New Jersey Author, HOLT Medallion Finalist. Literary Titan Silver Medal Winner. 

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Son of Asmodeus by Barb Jones

Son of Asmodeus
Heaven and Hell Series 
Book One
Barb Jones

Genre: Supernatural Thriller
Publisher: Barb Jones
Date of Publication: Nov 30, 2022
ISBN: 9798218103446
Number of pages: 228
Word Count: 53,000 approx
Cover Artist: Brandie Kae

Tagline: Birthright, Protector, Heaven and Hell

Book Description: Birthright. Protector. Heaven. Hell.

A lone demon hunter, his true birthright unknown, roams the streets of Los Angeles, killing demons to prevent atrocities against the world. As the son of Asmodeus, Sully is a hunter feared by both demons and angels. His world was not the same once he walked into a bar and offered to help Mick, a gothic bartender.

Mick worried about her missing friend until the day she met Sully. The minute he walked into her bar and offered to help, her world changed. Secrets of her destiny unlocked, and he was at her side everywhere she turned. Friend. Protector.

Can they live with the secrets that are revealed to them? Will they survive the chase for the truth between Heaven and Hell?

Book Trailer: https://youtu.be/48P6VADz0G8

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“Demon hunter, switch with me. She is coming and your father can’t know what we’ve done.”

Sully was now in control and didn’t have time to gather his wits before she ran her hands up and down his torso. He was uncomfortable but didn’t respond to show it. He needed to figure out what had happened, but first fend her off. She was a demon, but beautiful as well.

“Demon hunter, you finally came down here,” she said in a raspy voice as her fingers twirled her hair. Her tongue gave him a little flick in the most sensual way.

He looked at her. Those lips, her eyes, her voice. Intoxicating. She ran her hands all over him, and was quite forceful in her grip, just tight enough to arouse him. Sully tried to stop her, but she threw him against the wall and pushed him onto the floor. She crawled her way on top of him with her face stopping right at his belt. Her hands were toying with his belt while she was breathing slightly heavy.

“Who the hell are you?”

“I’m whomever you want me to be. Do you want me to be her? Or do you want me to be him?” Slowly, her hands moved to undo his belt buckle, while her tongue moved around her lips in the most tempting of ways. Her eyes never left his. Her body shifted slowly to the left and right, enticing him even more.

“Why do I feel that you’re toying with me, demon?”

“Would you prefer me to be your nightmare or your fantasy?”

She lifted his shirt, exposing his abs. She kissed his stomach in so many places and in the sexiest of ways. He could feel her fingernails lightly scratch against his skin. His mind did not recall the vows he made before, nor did he recall the thought of Mick or the bartender. He was enjoying the moment. His body was responding to her. He tried to pull her face close to his to kiss her.

Finally, his lips met hers.

“Why are you doing this? I’m… I’m the son of Asmodeus.”

“Oh, demon hunter, you are much more than that, and you know it. I know who you really are. I am so curious about you.”

Before she could finish, Sully was lost in her trance. But the soul eater was not. The soul eater fought f11or control and won over him. Through his eyes, the soul eater stared at the demon. His eyes pierced into her, and she must’ve recognized him because she whispered, “Soul eater.”

He just laughed at her and pulled her closer to him, kissing her back with such intensity that she wiggled out of his grasp. She couldn’t break free. But his hands only tightened their grasp and as he held onto her tightly, his body still was responding to her. He was aroused. She tried to hold the soul eater down with her legs and he felt the power in her ankles, but he took his legs and spread them, causing her legs to separate while she remained on top of him.  

About the Author:

Barb Jones is a best-selling supernatural thriller/horror/paranormal romance author, living her best life in Florida. While she is an accomplished IT Professional by day, she fulfills her passion for creating relatable worlds and characters in her supernatural novels. Having grown up in Hawaii, where legends of the supernatural are a normal part of life, Barb has always loved telling supernatural stories while experiencing living in haunted houses, dealing with paranormal occurrences and more. Her Hawaiian heritage plays a major factor in a lot of her writing. Before writing, she received her master’s degree in Information Systems as well as in Accounting and Finance.

Through her writing, Barb has developed a friendship with her readers unlike any other. She has been known to send birthday cards, travel to meet them in person and more.

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