Magic was never as
sexy or as much fun…
Do you recall the old hit series Bewitched? I caught it on Hulu a
while back. It’s about a witch who marries a mortal with disastrous and funny
results. How about the more recent Charmed? Admittedly, I was a
CHARMED-a-holic. Not only did I enjoy what the sister witches got into, but I
loved, Loved, LOVED their clothes. And what about Julian McMahon, who played the
drool-worthy demon Cole? He could have possessed me any time he wanted. J
In addition to all the eye candy on Charmed and the
problems Samantha’s magic got Darrin (her hubby) into in Bewitched, I enjoyed
the lighthearted approach to magic and how the characters in both series
scrambled to make things right.
The more I thought about those plotlines, the more
I realized how much fun it would be to write a romance with supernatural beings
who have as many, if not more, problems than mere mortals. For example, a minor
god who’s handsome as hell and a
descendant of Cupid, but his heritage makes him all about wooing the ladies
when what they want is a bad boy. And what about a witch who’s not all that
good at magic, potions, or spells?
As I considered the scenario, my Taming the Beast
series was born. Book One, Freeing
the Beast, is out now (details at this link: http://bit.ly/1C3HCas).
Freeing the Beast is fun, flirty, filled with magic, supernatural creatures at
their worst, and yes, it has romance and sex. Lots of it between Becca and
Eric, the star-crossed lovers who just can’t seem to get love right, not even
with magic.
However, they do their best. Their romance is
playful, steamy, and so much fun. I’ve always loved writing romantic comedies
with an erotic twist – this baby definitely fits the bill.
The blurb and excerpt will give you an idea of the
story. I’ve also included a few teasers. Enjoy!
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Blurb:
No more
Mr. Nice Guy.
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:
He gaped at the
claw marks on the walls, the padded table with extensions for arms and legs
with leather restraints dangling from both areas. In other words, the props for
an executioner’s wet dream.
Eric circled the
table. “You’re going to strap me to this?”
Becca closed the
door and locked it. She heard Constance and Heather move closer immediately,
their shoes tapping the floor. “It’s for your protection…and mine. It’s in the
contract.” She held it up to remind him. “Page fifty-two, right above where you
initialed it.”
He seemed sorry he
had. “How much of my beast are you going to pull out?”
“Only a little,”
she promised. “If there’s any at all.”
“There is.” He
appeared offended that she kept questioning it. “There has to be. I’m a guy,
all right?”
Becca wasn’t about
to argue with him. He’d worn a navy tee and battered jeans that didn’t hide one
muscle on his gorgeous body. She sagged against the door, needing it for
support. Even his feet were luscious, nice and big, his toes long, coming right
to the edges of his leather sandals.
Given that this was
a weekday, he must have taken off from work because he didn’t know what to
expect.
Join the club. She
murmured, “What do you do?”
He stopped
fingering the wrist restraints. “Do?”
“At your job.”
“Oh. I’m a financial
analyst. I make sure my extended family’s investments are sound. Were you
thinking of investing?”
Before he whipped
out his business card, Becca shook her head. “How aggressive do financial
analysts get?”
“In their
recommendations?”
“While they’re at work.
Once I’ve pulled out some of your inner beast…that is, if there is any to
pull—”
“Haven’t I already
said there is? Don’t you worry. I don’t have to be a pussycat at work.” He
hooked his thumbs into his front pockets. “Let’s get started.”
A lock of hair had
fallen over his forehead. The rest of those sun-kissed waves were mussed as
though he’d just rolled off a woman and out of bed. He was rumpled and all
male. Hotter than sin. With just a smidgen of his inner beast liberated, he’d
be irresistible to every female on planet earth and beyond.
Damn him.
“Becca?”
On watery legs, she
forced herself to the sink to mix her mom’s potions. “Take off your clothes.”
“What? Why?”
An image flashed in
her mind of him tugging the stretchy boxers up his thighs, but only after she’d
gotten a good look at his stuff. She wanted to see it again. Was that so damn
bad? “Sorry, didn’t know you were modest.”
“I’m not. But I am
curious.”
Becca put the
bottle of cloves and apple seeds next to the Bordeaux, stalling for a good lie.
At last, she had it. “I need to see the potion’s effect on every part of your
body.” She turned. “All right?”
He stared at his
groin. “By every part do you mean…”
“Nope. Just your
skin.” She hoped.
He sighed in
obvious relief and ditched his clothes, tossing them on one of the
institutional chairs. Naked, unashamed and exceedingly well hung, he faced her.
The world stopped.
Slabs of firm, hard
muscle draped his frame, all golden skin with no trace of a tan line. He swam
or sunbathed in the nude and was more gorgeous than any Greek god Becca had
read about in her literature classes.
“What now?” he
asked.
“Huh?”
“What happens now?”
Not what Becca
wanted, that was for sure. “Turn around.”
He frowned. “Why?”
So she’d quit
seeing herself on her knees, his glorious shaft in her palms. She’d sniff it
first, then his balls, finally his thick thatch of hair, needing to drown in
his scent. He’d smell of the outdoors and something masculine. She’d moan. He’d
smile, then push to his toes as she licked his wiry curls and tasted his crown,
lapping it as she would a scoop of decadent fudge ice cream, savoring the bead
of moisture glistening on the small slit. His pre-come. Already excited, he’d
go over the moon with her slavish attention, his rod growing longer and harder
and…
Becca stifled a
needy whimper and continued to lie, “So you don’t see the secret ingredients
I’m using.”
“Would I even
recognize them?”
“You might.”
“Then they’re
normal.”
“Define normal.”
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16. Illicit
Intent – Four and a Half Stars – Sensual Reads
17. Deep
Within Me – Four Stars – Romantic Times
18. Seven
Sensuous Days – Four Stars – Long & Short Reviews
19. Stolen
Desire – Five Hearts – Novel Broads
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
Love this: Define normal!!! Great line.
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