Bloodymoon

By Angela Roquet

A bite-sized short story previously featured in the Mrs. Dracula anthology.

Valerie is an adrenaline junkie with a weakness for surfer boys and long swims at night. As her beach resort honeymoon draws to a close, she sets her sights on three locals for a night of scandal and indulgence.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Violent Siren Press
• Release date: Nov 5, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386911838

Angela Roquet

USA Today bestselling author Angela Roquet is a great big weirdo. She lives in Missouri with her husband and son in a house stuffed with books, toys, skulls, owls, and glitter-speckled craft supplies. Angela is a member of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers Association, as well as the Four Horsemen of the Bookocalypse, her epic book critique group, where she's known as Death. When not swearing at the keyboard, she enjoys boating with her family at Lake of the Ozarks and reading books that raise eyebrows.  Find Angela online at www.angelaroquet.com

Book preview

SHE’S LOOKING AT YOU, dude. She’s got those hungry eyes.

Three boys teased each other on the beach as they took turns stealing glances at Valerie. The stare she returned was bold and unyielding, made all the more haunting by her feline, emerald eyes lined with kohl-soaked lashes. Yet, she was far enough away that the boys were uncertain which one of them she preferred.

They were attractive specimens themselves, with sun-bleached hair and bronze skin that rippled over strong, youthful bodies. Valerie had watched them surf and play volleyball most of the afternoon, tucked inside the shadow of her black beach umbrella. It wasn’t until the sun sunk beneath the horizon that she moved from the lounge chair to slither through the crowd gathered around the raging bonfire at the shore’s edge.

The sand on the beach was still warm from the sun. Mixed with the heat radiating from the fire and the cluster of warm bodies, it felt like being closed inside a dark furnace. Every now and then, when a cool breeze blew through the suffocating air, Valerie wondered if some great creature in the sky had opened the furnace door to see if they were fully cooked.

Further up the hill, a lone waiter polished tables in a pavilion shadowed by an isolated resort. The beachgoers were all guests, here for the time of their lives, as the resort’s slogan promised. Some had been there longer than others, but none quite so long as Valerie. She’d arrived at the beginning of the season, and now fall was creeping in. The crowds were growing thinner,