Bump in the Night by Heidi Belleau, Ally Blue, Kari Gregg, Peter Hansen, Laylah Huner, Brien Michaels and Sam Schooler

Title: Bump in the Night
Author: Heidi Belleau, Ally Blue, Kari Gregg, Peter Hansen, Laylah Huner, Brien Michaels, Sam Schooler
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Words: 55300
Characters: Multiple
POV: 3rd
Sub-Genre: Paranormal M/M
Kisses: 4


Turn off the lights . . . and turn on your darkest fantasies.
Demon pacts. Ghostly possessions. Monsters lurking in the depths. The things that go bump in the night frighten us, but they also intrigue us. Fascinate us. Even turn us on.

Join us as fan favorites Ally Blue and Kari Gregg bring over-amorous aquatic beasts to life with their mythic twists on the Siren and the monster in the lake. Erotic horror pros Heidi Belleau, Sam Schooler, and Brien Michaels show us just how sexy scary can be with a pair of demon deals destined to curl your toes and set your heart thrashing. And literary masters Laylah Hunter and Peter Hansen weave haunting worlds where ghosts and dead lovers can touch our hearts (and other, naughtier places too . . .) and teach us lessons from beyond the grave.

By turns exciting, evocative, and exquisitely explicit, the stories in Bump in the Night are sure to scratch your sexy paranormal itch. Explore your wildest fantasies with us in this collection of dark erotic tales.


I enjoyed this book as the stories reminded me of the spooky anthologies I used to read, at a totally inappropriate age, but these have sizzling sex to go with the terrifying tale.
These stories are as sexily hot as they are chillingly creepy.

Creatures raised from the dead, a cephalopod seeking a mate, demons, these are just some of the beings our heroes face.

If you’re looking for rescues or HEAs, you won’t find them here. But if you want something dark and erotic, you’ll found the place to look…if you dare.

Reviewed By: Pammyla

Please give a hearty welcome to….Brien Michaels


My name is Brien Michaels and this is the Bump in the Night blog tour. Thanks for dropping by today! I’m in the company of some fantastic authors in this anthology including Laylah Hunter, Kari Gregg, Ally Blue, Peter Hansen, Heidi Belleau, and Sam Schooler. None of the ladies (or gentlemen) involved here are strangers to the editing process. And a couple of them have even been through Riptide’s arduous editing process before (some repeatedly).  It was definitely a first for me, though.


Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been edited before. This is my seventh publication, after all. And I tend to find that the more you work with an editor, the easier (for lack of a better term) the edits become, because you and your editor start to get a better feel for each other. You aren’t holding so closely to your story, terrified that something is going to go wrong if you put it into someone else’s hands. What I love so much about my two current editors (Serena Stokes at Loose Id and Rachel Haimowitz at Riptide) is that they truly get not only my writing but also the story I’m trying to tell, sometimes even better than I do. They’ll kick my ass if necessary, but never let me put out sub-par work. Even if the story doesn’t garner the best response, it’s still going to be the best that we can possibly make it because they care just as much as I do. And I am forever indebted to both of them for that.


I’d heard legends—or perhaps a more accurate term would be horror-stories—about the Riptide editing process before I set out to be part of this anthology. And they weren’t lying. Let me tell you, when I turned this book back in after the first round of developmentals, it looked like I’d slaughtered a small baby-cow all over my poor manuscript. I was halfway tempted to tell Rachel that I didn’t know we were ritualistically sacrificing creatures for the sake of erotic horror. But I could already see the new form it was taking, and it excited me.


I don’t think I ever worked so hard on a piece before. Not only because I wanted to prove to Rachel that I was good enough to be a part of this, but also because I wanted to prove it to myself. As authors, we’re not strangers to identity crises when it comes to our writing, and let’s just say I had a fairly severe one just before going into this one.


I’ve also never changed as much as I did in this story. We changed titles, plot points, even cut an entire scene (which was definitely another first for me) but always because it served the story, and this is by far my favorite story I’ve put out to date. In fact, I love it (and all my readers) so much, I’m going to share with you all right now the scene we cut. I think it adds a whole new layer to the story and to Fromunder’s character. But be warned, it is fairly spoilery. It doesn’t give away the ending, or anything, but it does give away something that happens around the middle. So if you prefer not to read on, I totally understand. But for the rest of you…here’s the blurb, first:


When Brant’s lover is killed, he’s left with no choice but to complete one last task for his demon master Fromunder. The prize? His lover alive again. The alternative? Eternal servitude. But the stakes of this mission are higher than Brant realizes, and now he might now survive the night.


Fair warning before I continue, though, this scene is seriously dark and could possibly be offensive to some readers, so proceed with caution.


Deleted scene:


“What happened between you two?” I couldn’t help but ask. “How did he break your heart? And what sister?” Too many questions, I knew, but I’d almost died. He owed me answers, at least.

Fromunder smiled sadly and touched a tentacle to my face, and suddenly, I saw through his eyes. Felt as he felt.

Noel stood across the room, naked as the day he’d hatched, but he looked different than the Noel that Fromunder had just put to death. Similar to the form I assumed was his true one, but this skin was darker, body thicker. He had piercing blue eyes that made Fromunder weak in the knees.

“I’m not sure what I’m in the mood for today.” Noel paced the room, up and down rows of corpses in varying states of decay. The sight turned my stomach, but Fromunder didn’t seem to mind it at all. “I do know I want something fresher than this, though.” He nudged the body of a young man with his toe.

“We came here because you wanted to. If you desire fresher, then we’ll get fresher. The village isn’t far from here.”

Noel’s smile melted Fromunder’s insides. “You’d ignore your hatred for overworked meat?”

Fromunder shrugged. “I would. I could stop them before they run, if it came down to it. Their bodies wouldn’t get much of a workout if they’re standing still.”

Noel stepped through a pool of blood. Came closer until their noses nearly touched. “You’re fantastic.”

The kiss made Fromunder’s lips tingle, curled his toes.

The scene dissolved and now Fromunder was stalking down a hallway. His rage peeled the paint from the walls.

The sounds of passion grew louder in his head. He bit his tongue to keep from screaming. The element of surprise would do him well.

Fromunder threw open the door to the bedroom, and there, sprawled on the bed, lay Noel. The room reeked of sex, and the mass of tangled bodies sharing the bed with Fromunder’s lover infuriated him even more. He released his tentacles, striking down man after man. A tentacle through the brain. The heart. Up the ass and out the dick.

Fromunder’s taste buds jumped. He’d never tasted a human’s semen before. He withdrew that tendril at once and retracted it. His insides tingled as he continued to end the men until the room was empty save for him and Noel, who had taken on a human form for the night’s festivities. Fromunder couldn’t remember ever seeing anything so ugly.

“You dare?” the demon spat, training all his tentacles on the creature on the bed. “I give you everything and this is how you repay me?”

“Relax,” Noel said, wiping a bit of blood away from his face before shifting back to his true form. “It’s just sex.”

Fromunder grew hot. His tentacles glowed a faint red, and I felt certain they could melt whatever Noel’s body was made of. “Just sex? There were ten of them!”

“I wanted variety. I was going to save a couple for you.”

“I didn’t want them,” Fromunder said, teeth gritted. “I . . .”

“You’re too emotional.” Noel climbed off the bed, walked toward the closet. “I bet you can’t even feel that you missed one. I’d wondered why she ran.”


Fromunder’s senses tingled. He knew who it was a second before Noel pulled her from the closet. “Mel,” he whispered.

“He seduced me,” she said, crimson eyes downcast. She looked like a flower, pink with little splashes of yellow and purple here and there, with matching leaves instead of hair, and delicate features that would have made her stunning to anyone in their world. Why had she gone for what was his? The tentacles she usually let fly freely hung to the ground, a clear sign of shame.

“You brought my sister into this?” Fromunder’s entire body trembled, but I couldn’t tell whether it was from fury or betrayal.

“She wanted to know what it was like. I figured you wouldn’t want to show her together, so . . .”

“You sick bastard.”

Mel’s eyes pleaded with her brother. “Fromunder, please forgive me.”

“We’ll discuss it later. This is between me and my lover.”

“Later?” Noel asked, his expression confused. “Have you forgotten?”

For a moment, Fromunder had no idea what he was talking about. Then he remembered Noel’s curse: There was never a later. Noel had never abided the endless yearning from anyone but Fromunder. He killed the rest. “No!”

Noel threw her to the ground, crushed his heel into her back, reached down, and tore her head away. Fromunder’s scream froze in his throat. Noel’s jaws came apart, his entire face expanding to take Melora’s head inside. Fromunder retched, vomited as the rows of teeth started to grind.

“Now we can talk,” Noel said. He wiped at his mouth as though nothing was wrong.

Fromunder’s rage burned from him like fire. His tentacles all struck Noel at once. His shriek of agony ricocheted off the walls. I’d never heard a sound so terrible.

I blinked, and suddenly I was staring at Fromunder’s face again.




Told you it was dark. Hope you guys like it, though. Thanks for hanging out with me. I’ll be hanging around all day if anyone wants to talk about anything. Otherwise, you can find me online at: http://www.Brienmichaels.com












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Not Like the Movies by Brien Michaels

Title: Sexy College Studs, Book 2: Not Like the Movies
Author: Brien Michaels
Publisher: Loose Id.
Pages: 101
Characters: Jay, Chris
POV: 3rd
Sub-Genre: Contemporary Romance, Series
Kisses: 3.5


Jay has spent the last decade in front of a computer. He watches movies, taking everything he knows from them. But lately he’s started to want more. Including a one night stand with his super-hot roommate Chris. Starting off slow, he’s called the Sexy College Studs hotline, and the sexy sounding Duke.

Chris has had everything handed to him his entire life, but college life is tough. In an effort to earn more cash, he’s been working for Sexy College Studs. On the phone, he goes by the name Duke and is in high demand, with more repeat customers than any other guy in the company. But his clients bore him. Except the mysterious Kyle, the guy with the strange fascination with movies, who wants him for companionship, not just sex.

When Jay and Chris find out each other’s true identities, it’s weird for both of them, but Chris is up for the challenge. He wants a month to prove to Jay that true love isn’t what you see in the movies. But he falls for Jay harder than he expected. If he wins, he gets the relationship he’s always craved, but if he loses, he could lose Jay forever.


This is the first book I’ve read by Brien Michaels and it definitely won’t be my last. It was easy to like his characters and get invested into their lives.
The blurb does an excellent job at describing the story, so I won’t rehash a lot of it. Plus, I don’t want to spoil anything, so I’m going to tread lightly with my review.

Jay and Chris are college roommates who do not seem to have a lot in common. Chris is always meeting friends and socializing with others, while Jay prefers to stay home and watch movies or be in front of his computer. Even though Jay believes that Chris is out of his league he can’t help but fantasize about him. Plus, to make matters worse, Jay suspects his attractive roommate is straight, so he feels like his feelings for him will always be an unrequited one. Jay knows he’s shy and insecure about meeting other guys so he develops a rapport with a guy named Duke on the Sexy College Studs Hotline. With Duke, Jay can talk about his fantasies and secret thoughts and desires that he’s never been comfortable talking about before. Although, Jay’s enjoys talking with Duke, he begins to envision that it’s his roommate, Chris, on the other line who is talking to him. When the two men finally agree to meet, Jay is surprised in more ways than one and his life is changed forever.

I really liked this book. I thought Jay was a well-written hero and I liked him immediately. Chris was a little bit of a harder sell for me, but as the story progressed, I soon began to like him as well and I found myself hoping that these two young men would find a way to be together. The story itself moves along pretty quickly and was a pretty fast read for me. There is a good sizzling chemistry between Chris and Jay and I enjoyed watching them discover things about each other and watching their relationship begin to form into something special.

This is the second book in the Sexy College Studs series. I confess, I haven’t read the first book. (Yet) This is easily a book that can be read as a stand-alone story, but I will say that this story ended with me having MANY unanswered questions. There is a strange stalker situation that’s never elaborated on, and there are several other things that were left unsaid and unanswered. The book ends quite abruptly, which left me feeling a little cheated, but I hope that with the next book in the series, all of my questions will be answered.

Not Like the Movies is a fast-paced, interesting read that I really enjoyed. I’m looking forward to reading the next book in the series and anxious to read more books written by this author.

The Sexy College Studs books in series order are:

As Long As Your Mine
Not Like the Movies

Reviewed By: Gabbi