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Fever-ish IR Romantic Suspense



Honeybun Fever is a series of interracial romance novellas which feature the sexy cousins of the boys from Honeybun Heat. Each of these shorter romantic suspense stories showcases selected characters from the Honeybun Heat series and the two series share a seamless world, though they are stand-alone books.  See all the Honeybun Fever books here:


My romantic suspense series, Honeybun Heat, is based on a family of eight, sexy brothers with strange old English names and a proclivity toward finding and dealing with trouble. When a Honeybun or his honey is in trouble, the whole Honeybun clan gets involved in solving the problem and saving the damsel in distress. They shop, they cook, they shoot, they ride, they kick bad guy butt all over the place. They’re sexy, red-haired, wonderfully masculine, and delightfully non-traditional, except when it comes to treating a woman right. Terrorists pale when they see a Honeybun, criminals wobble, and women swoon with sensual delight.

See all the Honeybun Heat books here:


Four fast-paced books of interracial romantic suspense, with some of the sexiest Alpha heroes you’ll ever meet.

Book 1: Shadow of a Honeybun: Blaze is a happy-go-lucky party girl. Private investigator Dolfe Honeybun is serious as a bullet . It’s a damn good thing that opposites attract!
Book 2: Honeybun Sheik: Sexy Sheik Abdel Ezzat thought he should protect her from his world. But Callia Honeybun ends up protecting him!
Book 3: Stealth Honeybun: Peyton Honeybun is a modern day cowboy who works hard. He just wants to put his feet up and relax. Willa wants to run her business and be left alone. Neither one of them will get what they want…but they just might get much, much more!
Book 4: Hell Hath No Honeybun: What happens to a songbird when she sings the wrong tune? She quickly finds herself in a flight for her life, with a sexy billionaire as her wing man!


From Honeybun Sheik

He thought he should protect her from his world. But she ended up protecting him!

Callia Honeybun wants nothing more than a chance to rest up and heal from a bad breakup. Trained in weaponry and the martial arts, Callia is nobody’s victim. However, when she crashes her snowmobile during a blizzard and wakes up in the chalet of a gorgeous man with a middle eastern accent, she has no idea how dangerous her day is about to become.

Abdel Ezzat is being hunted.  He’s determined to avoid entanglements. But he can’t just ignore the beautiful black woman he finds lying unconscious in the snow. He quickly discovers his new houseguest is strangely unwilling to let him “protect” her. And as much as he tries to ignore her skills and treat her like a lady, he soon realizes he just might need her to stay alive!


Callia Honeybun pulled off her fuzzy boots and lifted her feet to a nearby, leather ottoman. The circular fireplace crackled briskly, throwing off bone-warming heat and a pleasant fireworks display of blue and orange sparks.

Callia took a sip from a large, black ceramic mug and sighed, closing her eyes in ecstasy. The hot chocolate and mint liquor mix was just the thing to warm her insides, as the fire worked its magic toasting up her frozen exterior.

Her muscles were pleasantly tired and sore from a day spent carving her signature on the side of Bard mountain. She looked forward to a very hot bath in her beautiful, mountainside chalet, and then sliding under the downy comforter to read before dosing off.

It had been a perfect day. And she planned a perfect night. Bath, book, a sinful snack, and then dreamless sleep.

And no men to mar the horizon.

Callia sipped again and told herself she was happy about that.

Her “self” didn’t completely believe it.

She’d come to the mountain to escape the unhealthy attentions of an ex-boyfriend, who’d been stalking her in a scary way since she’d broken up with him months earlier.

She’d just needed a break from the stress.

As a result of the experience, she’d sworn off men. It had seemed like a reasonable idea while she was being stalked in Indianapolis. But in the sexy, possibility-filled atmosphere of a fire-warmed ski resort, the idea lost some of its merit. In fact, the more Callia sipped the warming concoction in her hands, the more she craved a sexy man to take care of the heat gathering in other parts of her body.

A few minutes later, she shook her head and abandoned the mug on a rustic wood end-table. She dragged on her boots and stood. Pulling on her down ski jacket, Callia started toward the door on the mountain side of the building, where her snowmobile awaited her.

A short, fifteen minute ride up the mountain would take her home. And, with a major storm heading into northern Michigan, she’d probably be holed up there for a while.

That was okay with Callia. She had no desire to leave the chalet anyway.

She had no place to go. Nothing she had to do. And nobody she needed to see.


Yeah. Perfect.

She braced herself before pushing open the door and then gasped as the bitter wind slashed at her through the cracked door. Callie pulled her wool cap down over her ears and yanked the jacket’s fleece-lined hood up to cover it, tying it tightly to keep around her face.

The matching gloves were fur lined too, and felt like heaven when the cold bit at her icy fingers. Despite the well-insulated clothing, Callia shivered as she headed toward the snowmobile. The temperature had dropped twenty degrees since she’d come down the mountain on her last run.

The snow started falling as she turned the key and popped the kill switch, yanking on the pull starter to engage the powerful engine. As she headed toward the path through the trees that was reserved for chalet residents and their sleds, the snow was already starting to thicken.

It hit her face in driving waves, like tiny knives of ice against her skin. Halfway up the mountainside, Callia reached inside her jacket, intending to yank the neck of her turtleneck sweater up over her face. When she looked back up, something large and dark was standing just a few yards in front of her on the path.

Callia jerked the handlebars in an attempt to avoid what looked like a bear standing in the middle of the path. Her headlights flashed over thick, brown fur and a wet snout under beady black eyes before she hit a ridge of crusty snow and went airborne, heading toward a huge evergreen several yards away.

The initial impact jerked Callia forward and sent her flying. Her head slammed into something hard and cold, and she was unconscious before her body crumpled to the ground.


Abdel Ezzat brushed a hand over his visor to clear it of snow. He could have sworn he saw a woman fly by between the evergreens. He stopped his snowmobile and turned it off. The high pitched whine of another engine filled the silence he’d expected.

He climbed off his sled and removed his helmet, settling it on the seat. As he made his way toward the sound of the idling sled, he noticed that the light snow he’d started his ride in had turned to near blizzard conditions.

If he didn’t get back to his chalet soon, there was a good chance he’d be stuck out there. He’d probably freeze to death.

He briefly considered turning back, taking his sled home. It was probably just some fool, like him, who’d thought that a ride in the snow would allow him to hide from the reality of his life for a while. But something about the sound of that engine bothered him. So, against his better judgment, he stepped through the thick copse of evergreen trees.

She was lying face down in the snow. Not moving. Her head and face were covered by a fur trimmed hood, but it was easy to see that it was a woman. Her soft curves were evident in a slim fitting white snow suit and her feet were warmly encased in fur boots.

Pulling off one of his gloves, Abdel reached down and found the side of her neck beneath the ski jacket. Despite the bitter temperatures, her skin was warm and oh so soft under his fingertips.

Her pulse was strong. He reached down and pulled off a soft boot and scratched the bottom of her foot. The leg twitched.

No paralysis. He thought it was safe to move her. Looking toward the sky, he realized she would die if he didn’t. So he decided to take the chance.

He stood up and walked over to her sled, shutting it off. Silence settled over the night like a chilly blanket. The thick, heavy snowflakes drifted quietly around them, nearly obscuring the woman within only moments of her accident.

Abdel walked back and turned her over . Short, curly, reddish-black hair framed a creamy, brown face with high cheekbones and a thick fringe of lashes that formed feathery arcs against her skin. A jolt of sensual awareness hit him as her lush, red lips and flawless skin were illuminated in the dappled light from his sled on the other side of the tree line.

His damsel in distress was delicious.

Abdel swore. Just what he needed.

He scooped her up and stood. His chalet wasn’t far. And he had people there who could help her.

Abdel figured she’d be fine.

The question was, with a beautiful woman in the house, would he?


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Sam Cheever Bio PicUSA Today Bestselling Author Sam Cheever writes romantic paranormal/fantasy and mystery/suspense, creating stories that celebrate the joy of love in all its forms. Known for writing great characters, snappy dialogue, and unique and exhilarating stories, Sam is the award-winning author of 50+ books and has been writing for over a decade under several noms de plume.

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  1. Veronique says:

    This is a series I need to read real soon.

    • samcheever says:

      Hey Veronique! It’s only $.99 right now so snatch it up! #:0) I hope you enjoy it. Sam Avatar Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Blog | About.Me | Amazon Author Page USA TODAY Best Selling Author Sam Cheever Magic, Adventure, Love on the Run “Ms. Cheever writes with class, humor and lots of fun while weaving an excellent story.” The Romance Studio

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