Book review: A Honeybun in Hell by: Sam Cheever

Title:  A Honeybun in Hell (Book 4)
Author:  Sam Cheever
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Genre: Mainstream Romance, Contemporary, Suspense/Mystery, Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Red Rose Publishing
Price: $5.99
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What I liked:  “It’s okay. Most of Hell’s residents think I’m a bit loopy. I try not to tell them most of what I know, it makes people a bit…uncomfortable.”

Now he was intrigued. “I’m not uncomfortable.”

Her wide, green eyes locked onto his searchingly for a moment before she nodded. “All right, but remember, you asked for it.”

“Happy thoughts…happy thoughts.” She murmured to herself. It was the mantra she’d always used to push her painful memories back into the shadows.


Edric Honeybun is a talented author whose books have featured some incredible storylines and fascinating characters. His latest research mission is supposed to be little more than a chance to develop another bestseller. Little does he know that he is about to face an adventure beyond anything his vivid imagination could ever produce. Edric enters a story more thrilling than any one of his own page-turners, and he will meet the woman who will surprise Edric at every turn.

Toss in a line of family secrets, a standoffish feline, a lust for revenge, and a murder or two and Eric Honeybun truly is in Hell.

Sam Cheever continues her successful Honeybun series with the fourth volume, A Honeybun in Hell. Hell, Indiana is the perfect place for a thrilling Halloween adventure. But Edric Honeybun is about to see the fine lines between fact and fiction blurred beyond anything he could experience. Cheever presents a cast of characters to round out the supernatural tale of love and suspense between Edric and the beguiling Bella Rawnie, and gives readers a wickedly fun tale combining a mix of compulsion and scepticism.

Readers should not let the Halloween theme stop them from reading this tale at any time of the year; intriguing stories are perfect anytime when nothing but suspense will do.

Book blurb:  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. 

Bella Rawnie is a gypsy whose family has nurtured a special “gift” for centuries. Her ability to speak to spirits makes her a laughing stock in the cozy town of Hell. Bella protects her family’s legacy, despite the fact that tragedy has been a constant companion for the Rawnies as long as Bella can remember. But this Halloween, someone with a grudge is trying to kill Bella to end the Rawnie blood lines for good.

 Maybe this time, the love of a good man…and his family…will be what the beautiful Wiccan needs to stay alive, ending the Rawnie curse once and for all.

Book excerpt: They moved the altar cloth to a small rise at the back of the cemetery and spread the picnic Edric had supplied out on the orange fabric. He’d brought cold roast chicken, salad, thick slices of crusty bread with a soft, yeasty center, and dessert, which he wouldn’t let Bella see until after dinner.

Pouting prettily, she sniffed, “I don’t want dessert anyway.”

Edric lifted a thin slice of cheese to her lips and tucked it inside. “You’ll want this dessert.”

Bella closed her eyes as the cheese melted on her tongue, sending a sharp tang of flavor bursting through her mouth. “Mmmm. This is wonderful. What kind of cheese is it?”

“White cheddar, extra sharp. My favorite.” He offered her another bite and she closed her mouth over the tidbit, deliberately letting her lips slide along his fingers as she took it from them.

Edric ran the finger down her cheek, across her jaw, and touched her full, soft lips. “You’re a beautiful woman, Bella Rawnie.”

She shook her head, an automatic reaction whenever someone told her she was attractive. She’d never believed it.

Strong fingers clasped her chin and stopped her head from shaking. “Look at my face, Bella. Can’t you see my feelings there? I’m not trying to hide them from you.”

Bella looked down, adjusting the slippery silk of her robes self-consciously. “You’re a successful, good looking man, Edric. What in the world would you want with a plain, pudgy, wiccan from Hell, Indiana?”

He dragged her chin upward again, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Bella Rawnie, if I ever hear you say such hurtful, dismissive things about the woman I’ve come to…lust…again, I’ll turn you over my knees and spank that beautiful round ass of yours.”

Bella coughed out a laugh, caught completely by surprise. “You l…you lust me?”

Straight, white teeth shone through the dim light as he grinned widely. “I do.”

Then she realized what else he’d said and a shudder of pure delight swept her. “You wouldn’t dare spank me.” Her voice quavered on the words, proving to them both that she wasn’t so sure they were true.

He leaned closer, cutting the distance between them to mere inches. His warm breath fluttered against her cheek, tasting of wine and sensual promises to come. He took a thick ribbon of dark hair off her cheek and tugged it gently, pulling her to within a whisper of his lips.

His gray eyes pinned her, mesmerized her completely. Bella waited, transfixed, for his lips to claim hers. She wouldn’t have moved away for anything. His warm, spicy scent filled her senses and made her body clench and warm.

His intense gaze dropped to her mouth and his lips opened. His tongue swept out as if he anticipated tasting her.

Bella’s thighs tightened as lust swept through her in a wave, swamping any thoughts she might have had of restraint…or denial. She suddenly realized she wanted the man before her like nothing she’d ever wanted before. He was her recreational drug of choice, and she’d happily become addicted to him. All she needed was one…small…taste…

“Try me.” He whispered, and then his lips covered hers.

By: Tammy Elizabeth Southin

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