I love reading and writing
paranormal romances. The otherworldly aspect of the beings and creatures make
them so much fun.
When I was planning my
Taming the Beast series, I wanted it to be sexy and playful with a lot of
humor. What I came up with for Freeing the
Beast, book one, is simply magical between Becca and Eric. Two star-crossed
lovers who’ve never gotten romance right, despite their powers, until they met
each other.
Of course, even true love
is never easy as they prove time and again in this magical romance. But they
hang in there for a happy ever after that will leave you smiling. Sighing too. J
Freeing
the Beast – erotic paranormal - is available for pre-order – ready to read
March 10 (details at these links):
Amazon: http://amzn.to/1z1GIIk
Samhain:
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Here’s a blurb and an
excerpt to give you an idea of the story:
Blurb:
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Taming the Beast, Book 1
Magic is Becca Salt’s business, but it ain’t happening in
her bedroom. The half-witch proprietress of From Crud to Stud performs miracle
makeovers for paranormal creatures. Once she’s done with them, they’re out the
door hunting for hot babes, not hanging around for a too-curvy, plain Jane like
her.
Her newest client is hot, hung, mouthwatering perfection.
What could she possibly improve upon?
Eric Diletto. Descendant of Cupid, bred for courtship,
courtesy, and all that other gentlemanly junk. What has it gotten him? Dumped
time and again for bad boys. He needs Becca’s help for an entirely different
reason—regression therapy to release his inner beast. Grrrr.
Two potions later, they’re crawling all over each other.
Becca aches for a man who loves her as she is, not because he’s under the
influence. But Eric isn’t as impaired as she thinks. And he intends to take
Becca here, there, and everywhere—anything to convince her his desire isn’t
just the potions talking.
Product Warnings
A witchdoctor’s nightmare. Contains potions with
weird side effects, a sorceress with limited magical skills and a yearning
heart, plus a minor god who wants to get down and dirty. Bad, bad boy!
EXCERPT:
Damn.
The
guy who’d come inside was something. At least six-three, he had the build of an
athlete, lean and muscular with broad shoulders, narrow hips and powerful
thighs. Without meaning to, Becca stepped closer, drinking him in. Classically
handsome, he wore his hair preppy style, longer on the top, shorter on the
sides. It was a warm chestnut brown streaked by the sun and slightly tousled,
begging for a woman’s fingers to smooth it back.
Becca
brought down her hand, suddenly realizing she’d lifted it.
His
golden complexion spoke of days spent outdoors, possibly skinny-dipping in a
pool, water streaming over his firm pecs and abs, being trapped in his nest of
dark curls…his rock-hard cock jutting from it, inflexible as iron, sleek as a
spear. Suppressing a shiver of delight, Becca took in his leather loafers,
beige khakis and white shirt opened at the collar with the sleeves rolled up to
mid-forearm.
Masculine
yet civilized. Very nice.
Zoe, you did good. Aw,
sweetie, more than good. She
deserved part ownership in this place for having done such a fantastic job on
him. This guy had been made over to the nth
degree from…
Becca
wasn’t certain what kind of demon he was, or his level in Hell, never having
met him before the makeover. Maybe that’s why he’d taken so long to get here.
He couldn’t pull himself away from the god he now saw in his mirror.
While
Becca ogled him, he regarded the reception area’s feathery ferns and potted
plants as though seeing them with different eyes. A mortal’s eyes. The room’s
faux brick floor, coral walls and gas wall fixtures radiated warmth, an earthy,
sensual feel in keeping with the area’s culture.
It
was also decidedly romantic.
And
the reason most of these guys signed up. They were having problems with babes
and wanted a solution, even if it was painful.
Hissing
noises came from behind a door on the right. On the left, a muffled groan
sounded faintly sexual.
Could
be that was why this guy was late. He’d already seduced a babe and had been
reluctant to leave her.
Becca
glanced at his fly, the thick ridge behind it. Some women had all the luck.
She, on the other hand, had a business to run.
Reining
in her desire, she joined him in the reception area. “Do you have any idea how
late it is?”
He
turned. His attention zipped from her flame-red hair, cut in a chin-length bob
with bangs, to her dramatic makeup. Heavy black liner surrounded her blue eyes.
Her maroon lipstick was just a shade lighter than black and quite a contrast to
her pale skin.
He
lifted his eyebrows slightly, then regarded the black silk top tied beneath her
breasts, her silver navel jewelry, black harem pants, anklets, toe rings and
high-heeled sandals.
Even
at five-seven, and with the extra three inches the shoes gave her, Becca felt
positively dainty next to him. Quite a feat considering she’d always been too
tall and curvy. In school, they’d called her the f-word.
Well,
fuck ’em, right? So she’d never be skinny or a beauty. Not like her mom.
Unfortunately, Becca took after her dad. A great guy, but no hunk in the looks
department.
“We
can’t wait forever,” she said. “Let’s go.”
She
headed down the hall. Hearing only her footfalls, Becca stopped and looked
over.
He
hadn’t taken one step in her direction. He was far too busy studying her ass.
Intently. Appreciatively…if his crooked smile was any indication. How awesome
was that?
Was
it something Zoe had taught him?
“You
coming?” Becca asked.
He
actually blushed beneath his tan. What appeared to be carnal hunger blurred his
expression as he regarded her. “Where?”
His
voice was even deeper than the howlers that came here for treatment. Way
huskier than Zoe’s when she got riled. Becca moved toward him again, drawn by
his potent masculinity, until she forced herself to stop and pointed over her
shoulder.
He
approached with the grace of a well-behaved panther. Loose limbed and composed,
not cocky or predatory. Shit. Zoe was a miracle worker.
“Sure,”
he said.
Becca
swallowed. His eyes were the color of honey with flecks of green. Given his
laugh lines, he looked to be in his early thirties—if she was using mortal
time—just a couple of years older than her.
Not
that their ages mattered. Why should they? Once his photo shoot was over, he’d
be gone. Back in bed with his babe.
“There.”
She pointed to the side, trying not to drool over him.
He
kept checking her out too and gave her another crooked grin. “There what?”
Damned
if she knew. His adorable smile continued to tangle her thoughts. Becca lowered
her head and took a deep breath. “Door on the right. Go in that room. Take off
your clothes. I’ll get the photog—”
The
rest of her words and all the spit in her mouth dried up as his fingers curled
around her wrist, keeping her from moving away.
He
murmured, “What?”
That
voice. His touch. Her knees sagged. With great effort, Becca turned back to
him.
He
gave her a questioning look and waited.
Becca
wanted to ruffle his long, dark lashes, kiss his silky eyebrows, then suck his
lower lip into her mouth while she crawled all over him. “Briefs or boxers?”
He
pulled back slightly, but didn’t let go of her wrist. “What?”
She
cleared her throat. Her voice still jiggled and rasped. “What are you wearing?
Briefs or boxers?”
He
looked down as though to check. “Boxers.”
“The stretchy kind or the baggy ones?”
He
let go of her wrist. “They’re not that baggy.”
Hmm.
She’d hurt his feelings. A nice human touch Zoe must have taught him. Like
having him stare at a female’s ass, rather than simply grabbing it, to make her
feel sexy and desired. “I’m sure they’re not. Still, we prefer the snug ones.”
The
kind that would hug his fleshy balls and caress his rigid cock. On wobbly legs,
Becca went to the hall closet and pulled out a navy pair.
“Here.”
She flung them at him.
They
landed on his deliciously broad shoulder.
Becca
backed away. “Strip down, then put those on. We can’t screw around any longer.”
“Sure
about that?”
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About
Me:
I’m an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic,
paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing,
Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, Booktrope, and Kensington. Yay! Booklist, Publisher’s
Weekly, Romantic Times and
numerous online sites have praised my work, and trust me, I’m forever grateful
for that. I’ve had my books reach finals in the EPIC competition, one title was
named Book of the Year at a review site, and others have won awards in
RWA-sponsored contests. I’m actually featured in the 2012 Novel & Short
Story Writer’s Market. Talk about feeling like a freaking star. Before my
writing career, I was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and
worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company. Outside of being
an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic, I’ve flown a single-engine plane (scary
stuff), rewired an old house using an electricity for dummies book, and have
been known to moan like Meg Ryan in When
Harry Met Sally whenever I’m eating anything Mexican or Italian. Yeah, I
like to eat (burp).
You can check me out here – yes, I am everywhere! J
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