Halloween Thirteen: Kate Hill

 

 

 

 

Good morning! Today I have the Halloween Thirteen. It was hard to pick a topic because I love so many things about Halloween and autumn. I decided to list thirteen fun autumn activities. What are some of yours?

Thirteen Autumn Activities

by Kate Hill

1. Apple picking.

2. Decorating pumpkins.

3. Carving pumpkins.

4. Making squash pie.

5. Stacking wood.

6. Baking pumpkin bread.

7. Admiring the foliage.

8. Going to fairs.

9. Visiting haunted houses.

10. Raking leaves.

11. Watching horror movies. (You can do it any time, but it’s a bit more fun around this time of year.)

12. Hay rides.

13. Making scary/gross Halloween food.

The hero or heroine in your latest book is asked to decorate for a Halloween party. What does he/she use?

Alister owns an oddity shop, so he’d probably use some of the items in his store, such as his white marble demons and black marble angels.

Your hero or heroine occupies a room in a haunted mansion. Which room is it and why?

Alister would most likely haunt the library so he could keep watch over his book of strange silhouettes.

What is your favorite Halloween or autumn decoration?

My Halloween village. I try to add a new piece to it every year.

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Featured Book Title: St. Augustine’s Silhouettes

Blurb:

A killer runs loose in a small American town. When free-spirited Katherine allies herself with a man dubbed Satan by the townsfolk, has she found the man of her dreams or has she fallen into the hands of a murderer?

Excerpt:

At the sound of rustling in the trees, she spun, squinting in the dimness. A cloaked figure crouched in the shadows of wild shrubs. Stifling a scream, she threw her skirts over her arm and raced toward the town square. Terrified of stopping, she didn’t pause to glance over her shoulder, though she heard heavy footsteps and the rasp of another’s breath close behind her. Hoof beats sounded in the distance. Katherine imagined the killer’s accomplice galloping toward her on a dark, fiery-eyed steed, ready to carry her body deep into the woods. She tried to leap across a narrow brook, but her boot slipped on the wet rocks. Screaming, she crashed into the muddy water, fully expecting her stalker to fall upon her.

The horse shrieked and its cloaked rider leapt off its back before it came to a complete stop. Hands covered in black gloves reached for her. She slashed at them with the scissors. Her attacker caught her wrist before the scissors struck home. The hood fell from dark hair streaked auburn in the moonlight. Sapphire eyes flashed at her from beneath arched brows. Katherine gasped. Alister St. Augustine’s fine lips narrowed into a grim line. His face looked ghostly against the darkness of his cloak.

“Be still,” he ordered, squeezing her wrist in his steely grip until she dropped the scissors. “Who was chasing you?”

“I don’t know. You just lost my best cutting shears in the bottom of this brook!”

“Sorry, but I don’t take kindly to being stabbed.”

“If you didn’t frighten a helpless woman walking alone on a dark night, then you’d be in no danger of that.”

“I would hardly call you helpless.” He stood, offering her his hand.

After a brief hesitation, she took it.

He continued, “As for being out after dark, you shouldn’t be, at least not until the killer is caught. Aren’t you the dress shop girl?”

“Katherine Sinclair,” she said. Standing this close to him was almost as unsettling as being chased. She’d only seen him through his shop window. Up close he was even more handsome than she’d realized. Despite his good looks, she sensed he could be as dangerous as the man who had stalked her.

With feline grace, he mounted his charcoal gray gelding and extended his hand to her, palm up. “Are you coming, Miss Sinclair?”

She stared at him, stunned at the suggestion that she should share a horse with the man dubbed Satan by the entire town.

 

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