Treating Her to a Hot Night: Fey Holidays, #1

By Zenobia Renquist

The trick to making their love work is never letting go of the magic that brought them together.

 

A simple Halloween tradition turns into more than Vivian or Cala anticipated. They thought their wild midnight romp was a one-time thing. But their deep longing for each other remains as the days creep by. Fey magic is ready to bind them together forever, assuming they can find each other again.

 

NOTE: This title is previously published as Heart's Fall (Trick or Treat).

• Language: English
• Publisher: DZRB Books
• Release date: Oct 13, 2023
• ISBN: 9781634750721

Zenobia Renquist

Whether as D. Reneé Bagby or Zenobia Renquist, Reneé lives in her imagination. When not traveling through her fantasy worlds, she can be found in Maryland living with her husband and two cats. She is an Air Force brat turned Air Force wife, which means she's accustomed to travel and does it whenever possible (so long as she doesn't have to fly). Her favorite pastime is torturing her characters on their way to happily-ever-after for the enjoyment of her readers. On the few occasions her muse flees the scene of the crime, Reneé likes to read (comics, manga, and romance), go to the movies, play a few levels of whichever puzzle game has hijacked her interest or experiment with a new chain mail weave.

Book preview

CHAPTER ONE

Friday, October 30

Vivian wished she was superstitious enough to believe in the myth of the Lord of Pumpkins—a title shortened to LP in the last few years. Halloween falling on a Saturday, which didn’t happen often, meant her friend’s hometown prepared a weekend long festival. The main festival event involved choosing the best, biggest pumpkin as an offering to LP. Along with the pumpkin, the town chose a girl to present the gift. If LP liked her, he would keep her and grant her eternal youth and beauty.

Or that was the folktale around the tradition. The reality was that more than a few couples owed their current wedded bliss to this Halloween custom since it was usually a man from town playing the part of LP. That was the true purpose of the tradition now—sex in an open field, in full view of the town with the town’s permission and encouragement.

But everyone had to play their parts. Vivian wore the appropriate sexy pumpkin costume. It was a cute and fitted strapless orange number with a splash of green over her ample breasts and a matching green headband to hold back her mass of micro braids. The dark brown—almost black—shoes she wore matched the horizontal stripping running up her thigh high, pumpkin orange stockings that stopped just below the puffy skirt of her pumpkin outfit.

Not the costume she would have chosen, but it was all in the name of good fun. Vivian strolled along the path to the waiting pumpkin atop the hill, taking her time since midnight was still half an hour away—give or take a few minutes. She had left her phone with her purse back in her friend’s room. The chill of the night air made her wish she hadn’t forgotten her jacket.

Hugging her bare arms, she crested the hill and then stopped. Her jaw dropped, and she stared. Blinking didn’t change the sight of the pumpkin before her. It was huge. The closer Vivian got to it, the bigger it got.

She hadn’t known pumpkins could get this big. The round, orange monstrosity was as tall as her chest. At five-foot-eight, she wasn’t short. If any of the past girls had gone missing, it was probably because the pumpkin had eaten them. Vivian didn’t feel safe standing next to the thing. Every horror movie involving killer vegetation came to mind.

She got closer and knocked on the thing. It sounded and felt real, not that she