Halloween Round Up Review and Double Guest Post: Buried Desires by Ofelia Gränd and Amy Spector

Blurb:
BURIED DESIRES – A Horror Double Feature

TWO UNIQUE STORIES OF LOVE AND OBSESSION

From a gothic tale of love to a story of terrifying secrets and twisted obsession, Buried Desires is a pairing of fun and fright by two new names in gay horror.

*** Includes special links for two BONUS Hidden Chapter short stories, only available with the Buried Desires eBook. ***

Cold Fingers – a love story
by Amy Spector

Christopher Minnick is at a bad place in his life. Turning thirty and newly out of the hospital, the last thing he wants to do is attend a birthday dinner even if it is being thrown in his honor.

When he is introduced to a friend’s godson things just might be starting to look up. Or are they?

All the good ones are either married or straight. Or they’re necrophiliacs.

Deadly Sugar – you can never be too thin
by Ofelia Gränd

After six years of a relationship going nowhere, Jett has moved away to start over. Maybe his new neighbour David can help distract him from the ache left by his ex’s absence.

David on the other hand has a whole root cellar full of lovers. He doesn’t need another one. And no matter what treats Jett offers, David knows nothing tastes as good as thin feels.

Warning: The stories contain sex acts between male adults, not always consenting. Deadly Sugar includes kidnapping and imprisonment and forced starvation. Cold Fingers includes reference to attempted suicide.

Review:
Deadly Sugar by Ofelia Gränd
Oh my gosh! This story is so creepy. That twist at the end is so not what I expected. This story had me on the edge of my seat as I read. Normally these kinds of stories creep me out too much and I have to put them down. But since I was able to read during the day I could keep the creepy feeling at bay. Getting inside David’s head so twisted and fascinating! He was such a psychopath. He truly believed he was doing the right thing. I so want to know what happens next! You have to wonder where the characters go after the final scene.
Stars:
Four
Cold Fingers by Amy Spector
Holy moly plot twist! I so didn’t see the ending coming. I had a few guesses on some of what was happening. But wow Christopher and Vic had some crazy things going on. I so enjoyed this story even if there were some seriously creepy parts that made me jump while I was reading. I liked that Christopher and Vic have a sort of traditional romance going on. Even if there’s more than meets the eye. I would love to see more of these two in the future to see how everyone is doing. Plus the other characters in Christopher’s antique shop were so much fun to read. I want to see them again.
Stars:
Four

Ofelia’s Guest Post:
Jett stops by to share a recipe with us that you don’t want to miss. It sounds absolutely delicious and I want to try a bite. Read and enjoy!
Hi!
I’m Jett and I’m here today to talk about how to make your man groan with pleasure.

It’s simple really. I don’t get why people don’t do this all the time. Have you got a man in mind? A cute neighbour, a starving man in a cellar, or maybe you want to get back together with your ex? That’s how it was for me; I did everything I did to get back together with my ex. But if you want to hear that tale you’ll just have to read my story, sorry.

So, do you have him? He doesn’t have to know you have him in mind, but do you? Is there a special someone you want at your mercy? Or several maybe? There’s no limit. The only thing you need to worry about is running out of flour, eggs, cocoa, white sugar, or any of the other ingredients you’ll need to make this happen.

Of all the times I’ve tried this there’s only been one man able to resist. I got in him the end, though—not through gooey, chocolaty perfection. It was charm, or brutal force, call it what you want. Anyway, that’s neither here nor there. I’m here to help you get what you want out of life, and the way to do it is to bake. Simple as that. A Sticky cake is the answer to all your prayers.

What you need is:

½ cup all-purpose flour

¼ cup unsweetened cocoa powder

A pinch of salt

2 eggs

1 1/3 cups white sugar

1 table spoon vanilla extract

½ cup of melted butter

Now this is how the magic is done:

Preheat the oven to 300˚F (150˚C).

Lightly grease an 8-inch pie plate.

Then you just stir all the ingredients in a bowl, make sure everything is well combined before you pour it into the pie plate. That’s probably the only place this plan can go wrong, if you don’t stir enough, the sugar will fall to the bottom of the pie plate, and the magic spell will be broken. You don’t have to whip, but make sure it all sticks together.

Bake for about 35 minutes. The centre shall not be completely set, it’s supposed to be gooey—sticky. It is Sticky cake after all.

Decorate with some powdered sugar and serve with whipped cream or ice cream. I guarantee no one—well at least no sane person—can say no to that. And once you have them moaning and groaning they’ll be eating out of the palm of your hand. It’s really simple.

Word of advice, though. If the person you are trying to woo proves to have a somewhat sceptical approach towards chocolate—run! Every sane man bakes and every sane man enjoys a little cocoa now and then. If your man doesn’t, chances are he’s a complete nutcase who enjoys chaining people to bunks and take photos of them. I’m just saying, it’s far more common than you think.

Now, go and have some chocolaty fun!

Amy’s Guest Post:
Christopher was supposed to stop by, but Grant joins us instead. He tells us his take on a typical day for Christopher. I have to say that I thoroughly enjoy his take on things. Read and enjoy!
Hey, I’m Grant. Christopher is supposed to be here today but, well he hasn’t been around much, not since the cemetery called. So I thought I’d fill in for him. I’m sure he would be cool with it. I bet he’d think I’d do a great job.

Ok, so I work with Christopher at Things in the Attic. That’s his antique shop. I love it there. It’s almost the best job ever. Sometimes Christopher’s friend Lee comes in, he’s famous for starring in those Technicolor horror films with all the boobs. When he stops by, it really is the best.

I think I’m supposed to describe an average day for Christopher. I’m betting they’re boring as fuck. Brooding until noon, and then lunch followed by something else boring. There is probably some lusting after me in there too, at least until he met that hot Vic dude that fucks corpses.

Shit, he probably wouldn’t want me to say that last part, the part about his boyfriend having sex with dead people, you know? Not that that sort of thing doesn’t happen all the time, but he might not want people to know. He might not want people to know about the lusting after me part either. Or maybe he wouldn’t mind that so much. He probably talks about that all the time. Shit, maybe that is what he’s always brooding about.

Anyway, Christopher comes in and does the antiques thing, sits around and plays with his toys. Like kids’ toys, not sex toys or anything. Not at the shop anyway. Or at least not up front. I don’t know about in the back, in his office. I’ll have to ask him about that the next time I see him. I’m sure he’d tell me, I’m his go-to guy. That’s why I know about his relationship problems. He knows I’m an expert on shit like that, and he knows I can keep a secret.

So, on an average day he comes to work, buys and sells some dusty old shit and goes home again, but he’s been down lately. Down since the bodies started disappearing and since the B and E. God, that was a great time. I don’t think Christopher agrees, but he’s wrong. It was fucking awesome.

I guess, that is pretty much his day. He’s a great boss, and I’m one of his favorite people in the world. I can tell.

About The Authors:
Ofelia Gränd
Gay fiction – sometimes with a sprinkle of romance, sometimes with a dash of horror, sometimes with a pinch of paranormal, and sometimes a mix of it all.

Ofelia Gränd is Swedish which often shines through in her stories. She likes to write about everyday people ending up in not-so-everyday situations, and hopefully also getting out of them. She writes contemporary and paranormal, and dreams about one day writing a post-apocalyptic story–if that ever happens we’ll see.

Her books are written for readers who want to take a break from their everyday life for an hour or two.

When Ofelia manages to tear herself from the screen and sneak away from husband and children she likes to take walks along the coastline and watch the sea. She’s recently discovered the miracle of podcasts and spends her strolls listen to wise people talk.

Amy Spector
Amy Spector is new to writing and even newer to writing romance. She likes her stories to feature people who deserve a happy ending, and she tries her best to give them one. Admittedly, she likes to make them a little miserable first.

She lives in the Midwest United States with her husband, several rather noisy children and a dog named after her favorite horror movie actor of all time.

Author Contact:
Ofelia Gränd
Twitter: https://twitter.com/ofeliagrand
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ofelia.grand
Website: http://www.ofeliagrand.com/
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/ofeliagrand/

Amy Spector
Webpage: http://www.amyspectorauthor.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/amy.spector.12
Twitter: https://twitter.com/amy_spector
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8366028.Amy_Spector

Where To Buy:
Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/579736?ref=MollyLollyReader
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Buried-Desires-Ofelia-Gr%C3%A4nd-ebook/dp/B015RS47VW/
Beaten Track Publishing: http://www.beatentrackpublishing.com/shop/proddetail.php?prod=burieddesires_format

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