I love Halloween time—the scary movies, the change in weather, the candy, the costumes—and I know that my characters would, too. I even wrote a Halloween party scene into one of my books (Nothing Between Us) because come on, kinky people love a costume. : ) And if there were a Halloween party at The Ranch, I have a feeling everyone would have a really good time and not end up with much on at all, lol. But if I had to pick costumes for my characters in Break Me Down, here’s what I think they would choose:
Samantha (heroine)– Sam is a domme and petite and embraces her quirkiness. I think she’d probably pick something gender-bending like going as Batman or something. Or maybe she’d go completely in the opposite direction and be a 1920s flapper.
Gibson (hero) – Gibson’s a little reluctant to let loose in public—a problem Samantha would love to help him with. So he’d probably pick something serious. James Bond, maybe.
Pike (Gibson’s best friend) – Pike would love a Halloween party. He thinks everything is grounds for a party. I see him going as Billy Idol since Pike is a musician and loves old school rock/punk. But I could also see him going in drag. Pike would rock drag.
Kade (Gibson’s brother) – In the book I did the Halloween party, Kade was a zombie, but I could also see him pulling off a vampire look. He’s got that distinguished, rich, blond thing going.
Foster (Gibson’s other best friend) – I could see him going as an evil doctor. He’d want something that appeared one way but actually meant something else.
Tessa (Sam’s best friend) – Tessa has beauty queen looks so I see her doing something to dirty that up. Maybe a zombie homecoming queen like this one.
I don’t anything of them would go with the overtly sexy costumes since that’d be too obvious. They’d want to leave a little mystery (well, at least until they went to their cabins, lol.)
This year, I won’t be dressing up, but my kidlet will be a NASCAR driver, so I’ll be his entourage or his pit crew or something. : )
I’d love to hear what you and your family are dressing up as! Let me know in the comments and have a happy Halloween!
Genres: BDSM Romance, Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance
Published by Intermix
He squatted down and picked up the sanding machine. It’d been a while since he’d tackled any home improvement projects. His position as head of PR at Vandergriff kept him too busy. But when he’d first bought his house, it had been in pretty rough shape. He’d taken on weekend projects to get it how he wanted it. He’d learned a lot and messed up more. A handyman, he was not. But he understood the satisfaction Sam probably got from doing this herself. It could be cathartic.
“I don’t suggest you turn that on unless you know what to do with it,” Sam said from behind him.
He turned around, finding her at the bottom of the stairs, raven hair damp and twisted into a messy bun atop her head. Face scrubbed clean. She looked so young standing there. He was used to seeing her with her dark eyeliner and hair done in some quirky way. But this version of her was just as breath-stealing. He held up the sander. “Don’t turn it on unless I know what to do with it. There’s a dirty joke in there.”
She smirked, some of that trademark attitude back, despite the lingering ghosts in her eyes. “So do you? Know what to do?”
“With a woman or home improvement equipment?”
“I already know you know what to do with a woman.”
He tilted his head. Flirty Sam. Yes. Yes, he liked this. “I’m not quite as skilled with machinery, but I can hold my own. Why? Gonna put me to work to earn my keep?”
She walked forward, her beat-up Vans silent on the floors. “Hmm, now there’s an idea.”
The tone of her voice had slipped into a dangerous place, one he recognized. One his body recognized. “I don’t mind helping.”
She tucked her hands in the back pockets of her jeans, her vintage No Doubt T-shirt stretching thin across her breasts as she considered him. “Is that right?”
He lost his focus for a moment just looking at her. Her shirt read Just A Girl, but that was far from the truth. She was so much more. A fucking mystery wrapped up in smarts and sex appeal and kink. He’d only gotten to touch her once, but he hadn’t forgotten how those pert breasts had felt in his palms, how her body had responded to his touch, how it had seemed like the goddamned sun had come out when he’d made her come. His blood rushed south at the memory, and he had to shift his stance to tamp down the reaction. How big of an asshole would he be, getting hard and horny the morning after Sam had been attacked? He cleared his throat. “Yeah, I can help with whatever you need.”
Her smile was quick, not too big, but enough to punch him in the gut. “Those are mighty vague terms, Gib. You should know how dangerous that is in negotiations. I could make you strip naked and clean the bathroom grout with a toothbrush while I sip iced tea and watch.”
He set down the sander and ran a hand over the back of his hair. She’d meant it as a joke. He tried to smile but managed only a tight grimace. Any image where he got on his knees for her pushed that forbidden button inside him. “Right.”
The silver ring in her eyebrow twitched up as if she knew exactly what he’d been thinking. “Nah, never mind. I know how you can help. Leave.”