Hallow Be the Haunt: A Krewe of Hunters Novella by Heather Graham

Author:Heather Graham
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Heather Graham, Krewe of Hunters, 1001 Dark Nights, Paranormal Romance, New Orleans, Halloween
ISBN: 9781945920455
Google: Zm9IMQAACAAJ
Publisher: Evil Eye Concepts, Incorporated
Published: 2017-10-24T13:15:04.158414+00:00

* * * *

Ashley had chosen to be a witch.

Not an ugly witch. Not a green witch with a huge hooked nose.

Instead, she’d found a costume that resembled the black gown worn by the girl in Shelley Broussard’s painting.

“No.” Jake didn’t agree with her choice. At all.

“I can’t possibly be mistaken for one of those creatures Tink saw. This is a good witch’s outfit,” Ashley said.

She stood on a little dais in the dressing room area, surrounded by mirrors. She was truly a beautiful witch. A jaunty black hat emphasized the gold in her hair. The raven-black color of the fabric enhanced the shimmering blue in her eyes.

There was no reason she shouldn’t wear the costume, except…

She could have been the girl in the painting.

“What did you choose?” she asked.

He’d found a costume that was some kind of a movie rip-off. Black cape and black mask.

No one would know who he was.

“Ashley, I’m just in costume. While that…”

“I think it’s important. Somehow.”

The clerk approached, offering assistance. The costumes could be rented, but they were ridiculously cheap so Ashley said they’d purchase them.

Jake was still unhappy. Angry, even.

He wouldn’t be having Ashley come to meet him here again, he determined.

They left the shop, heading to the parking lot he’d found to get the car. The streets were busy.

A crazed trio of murdering witches was alive and well, but Halloween and tourism must go on, he mused.

Maybe he was taking this one a little too closely. But rather than focus on that he slid behind the driver’s seat to head to the refurbished warehouse in the CBD where the party was being held. He didn’t speak as they drove.

“Jake, you’re in danger all the time.”

“And I’ve been through rigorous classes in self-defense.”

“I’ve been with you through all of this for a long time.”

He didn’t answer her. Finding parking now was truly a project, so he concentrated on that instead. He had to drive around the area a few times and then slide into a parallel spot just as someone else was pulling out of it.

But they’d arrived. They could see others, dressed in all manner of costumes, ready to enjoy the party. He took Ashley’s hand as they headed on in, stopping at the door for Jake to tell the bouncer they’d been invited by Sammy Riley.

Then they were in. And Jake started looking for witches—and trios.

Sammy found them almost instantly. He hugged Ashley and congratulated her, saying how glad he was they’d come. “Hey, some of the band guys are old friends of yours—yours too, Ashley. Remember when you were kids? Well, when we were all kids. Jake and his guitar. Both of you and your vocals.”

“I was never going to be Jimmy Page,” Jake said. Most people knew Page as one of the founders of the band Led Zeppelin, but Jake considered him to be the best guitar player in the world.

“He’s a liar. He still plays all the time.” Ashley laughed. “Three guitars in the living room alone.”

“Maybe you could have been Jimmy Page,” Sammy said.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.