A Honeybun in Hell
Honeybun Heat Book 4
Love can be Hell... especially in Hell Indiana!
Edric Honeybun is in Hell, Indiana on Halloween, doing research for his latest book in a haunted hotel. His brothers and their honeys decide to join him and make an adventure out of it. During this holiday in Hell, Edric fully expects to do some research, enjoy a few laughs over non-existent "ghosts", and debunk local superstitions about the Le Diablo hotel. What he doesn't expect is to bump up against a flesh and blood killer, fall in love with a beautiful witch, and come face to plasma with a surprise in the local cemetery.
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Praise for A Honeybun in Hell
Author Sam Cheever doesn't do boring. Sam Cheever doesn't do ordinary and A Honeybun in Hell is definitely extraordinary with its paranormal elements. A Honeybun in Hell has an innovative plot and the twists and turns take you on an adventure that teases and pleases from beginning to end. A Honeybun novel is a guaranteed fun read and this latest installation, A Honeybun in Hell delivers several twists and very entertaining turns.
These Honeybun stories just keep getting hotter! With every new book in this series I love them more and more. Edric is a phenomenal hero and his calm analytical personality shines in this situation. He is the perfect counterpart for the unconventional Bella. Our latest honey is a treat, with her special gifts and true heart she is a wonderful addition to the clan. The story itself has a little bit of everything; mystery and intrigue, action and adventure, sexual chemistry and sweet romance, not to mention a kick-butt spooky location. Once again Sam Cheever's witty tone and quirky characters give readers a quick and lively caper. This is one that I will read and enjoy over and over again.
Gotta Read Reviews
A Honeybun In Hell has an well thought out storyline with amazing characters and it has been very well written. This story truly has it all, hot romance, suspense and action, I loved reading this one and look forward to reading more about the Honeybun men and their honey's.
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Edric Honeybun stood in the street, staring up at the El Diablo Hotel. The famous, haunted hotel had multiple turrets that were cut from black granite and topped in aged copper. Shadows clung to the building’s dark surface, creating a cold, unfriendly aspect that seemed to warn visitors away rather than pull them in. Warped windows looked dark and empty from the street, with only the occasional wisp of movement behind their streaked surfaces to imply habitation.
The hotel was typecast perfectly for a town called Hell, Indiana. In fact, the entire, front façade reminded Edric of Dracula’s famed castle. All it needed was a few vultures shrieking in circles overhead and a bolt of lightning or two to liven things up.
He peered up at the overcast, charcoal gray sky and thought he just might get his wish on the lightning. A thunderstorm would be unusual at that time of year, just a few days away from Halloween, but not unheard of in Indiana.
Edric eyed the highest turret of the hotel, which rose into a roiling sky from the back of the structure, and realized a narrow, rickety looking catwalk clung to its entire, visible circumference. The rail of the catwalk had a slightly crooked aspect that made it look like it would crumple away from its moorings at the slightest touch.
“Good place for a murder,” he murmured, jotting down a few thoughts, some observations, and possibilities. A cold, damp draft slid over him and he shivered, yanking the zipper on his sweatshirt higher and pulling it close around his throat. He should have worn a coat after all. October in Hell, Indiana was usually fairly mild, but, in Indiana, the weather was a constant and not always pleasant surprise.
“Have you checked out the cemetery yet?”
Edric turned to the hotel’s manager and shook his head. “That’s next on the agenda.”
With the gray, somber attitude of a funeral director, William Plaithe nodded, his slicked back, brown hair plastered, immobile, over the top of his head. Like it was made of plastic. Edric barely repressed a grin at the idea of Plaithe slipping it over his head in the mornings, sideburns and all.
The manager started walking toward the side of the hotel. Edric quickly jotted down a few more notes and followed. They stopped at a gate in the short iron fencing that bordered the sidewalk and Plaithe unlatched it, pulling it open with a horror movie creak. “This isn’t the original cemetery of course. The bodies were moved when the hotel was built.”
Edric stopped. “Wait a minute. Are you telling me El Diablo was built on top of a burial ground?”
Plaithe nodded and kept walking. “Yes. Of course many of our guests are of the spiritual variety. They’ve taken exception to having been moved from their final resting spots and regularly haunt El Diablo’s halls.” Plaithe slanted a look toward Edric, his small, brown eyes looking like river rocks under dark, bushy eyebrows. It was obvious he was assessing the effect of his words on the ‘city feller’.
Edric glanced away to hide his smile. “How fascinating.”
Plaithe inclined his head in agreement. The cracked, vegetation-strewn sidewalk was so broken up in spots the two men had to walk carefully to avoid tripping over uprooted chunks of concrete and aggressive tree roots. Away from the street, the hotel walls were a dark, aged brick that was more black than red, and had large windows at equidistant intervals along their considerable length. “So…do you have a lot of ghosts at El Diablo,” Edric asked in the way of polite conversation.
Plaithe nodded. “We reserve the entire third floor for our uninvited guests. It minimizes unplanned interaction between the specters and the flesh and blood guests.”
Edric lifted a dark red eyebrow. “Unplanned?”
They rounded the back corner of the old hotel and a small, neatly-kept cemetery unfolded before them. Plaithe turned to him and smiled. Edric had to repress a shiver at the sight. The man was truly spooky. “Around Halloween every year, we have nightly tours of the third floor for interested guests, Mr. Honeybun. It’s far and away our most popular offering at El Diablo.”
“I’m sure it is, Mr. Plaithe. I’d definitely be interested in doing that myself. Will you sign me and the rest of my family up for that event please? Let’s say tomorrow night?”
Plaithe rubbed his hands together as if trying to warm them. He probably was. Edric suddenly wondered if he was in the midst of one of Plaithe’s unplanned interactions. The man looked like he’d been dead for weeks. Undoubtedly his extremities were icy with lack of blood. “I’ll see to that immediately, Mr. Honeybun.”
Edric watched Plaithe scurry off and then turned back to the cemetery. He smiled. It was absolutely perfect. Creepy…but perfect. He could make great use of it in his book. The cemetery appeared to be about a half-acre square and was completely bounded by shoulder high, black, iron fencing with skulls serving as finials for its many posts.
He entered the cemetery beneath an ivy covered archway and looked around. The grass under his sneakers was thick and well-tended and the faint smell of lemons wafted toward him from somewhere. He peered around looking for the source.
And he spotted her.