Monday's Scintillating Interview with Loralynne Summers!

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Today we’re presenting Author: Loralynne Summers

                                               

1) Have you always wanted to be an author? I don’t know as I’d say that I always wanted to be an author, but I certainly always had a love of reading and storytelling – I have these “books” of stories that we’d write in school, from kindergarten and first grade, that were full of embellishments and exaggerations of actual events.

2) What genre(s) do you write? I initially planned to write fantasy, but it soon became apparent that my muse had other ideas. So my (unfinished) fantasy story became a fantasy romance, and every other story I have started is a romance of one sort or another. I have contemporary, paranormal, and a ménage all in the works.

3)  Have you ever self published? Not yet, but it’s not out of the question for the future.

4) Who or what inspired you to write your first book? I jokingly say that Saranna DeWylde is my muse – and she’s totally okay with that ;). I started reading romance a few years ago, and it was after reading several of her stories that I got the feeling that I wanted to write, even if just for myself. That’s when I began my fantasy story. The rest, as they say, is history, after I opened myself up to the whims of my characters.

5) How many hours in a day might you write? That really depends. I sometimes go for weeks without writing. Other times I will ignore everything in the house that needs doing because the story is screaming so loudly in my head. Right now, however, I’m in one of those dry spells for a very good reason – I had my first child two days after Thanksgiving! He was six weeks premature, so he needs a bit more attention, and I’m still adjusting to functioning on several one- to two-hour naps a day.

6) Are you a plotter or a pantser? Complete pantser! I learned the hard way that I can’t tell my characters what to do. Often as I write, I’ll get a scene in my head, and then I’m like, “okay, so how the hell did we get there?” because I’ll need to figure out the transition scenes/chapters.

7) Do you ever find yourself slipping away and becoming so immersed in your story it affects how you relate to others? No, but I do find myself thinking (daydreaming!) about a story or characters when I’m in one of those periods where I can’t type fast enough.

8) Are you in any of your books? Not overtly, but there are parts of me in many of my characters. For example, like Sarah (the main character from In Self Defense) I too left an abusive relationship and fell in love with my best friend. And like Sarah, that idea terrified me because I was scared of what could happen if things went bad.

9) What do your friends and family have to say about you writing? The ones who know about my writing think that it’s great. My husband has been very supportive of my sudden “need” to write, even though he’s not creatively inclined and doesn’t quite understand the why of it.

10) Please share an excerpt from your book that totally spoke to you when you put the words down on paper. This scene is from after Jason first kisses Sarah, and she is working through her feelings. While I never had a therapist, this conversation mirrors my own feelings that I had when I discovered that my best friend had feelings for me and realized that I had feelings for him in return.

From: In Self Defense:

She sighed. Keeping her head down, she picked at the hem of her skirt as she answered. “Jason kissed me.”

         “I take it this wasn’t a brotherly kiss?”

         “Hell no.” Sarah laughed. “No, it was one of those earth-shattering, soul-blistering kisses, where you forget how to think and can’t breathe and you just drown in the other person.”

         “And this was a problem for you? You said you liked him.”

         “I did. I do.”

         “Did enjoy the kiss? Kiss him back?”

         “Oh yes.”

         “So…?” She let the question hang, waiting for Sarah to answer.

         “He told me he loved me,” she finally whispered.

         “Ah. And that’s what really has you upset. I’m guessing you haven’t spoken about that since?”

Sarah shook her head and wiped a tear from her eye.

“Why does this make you cry?”

         “Because I don’t know what to do.” She finally brought her head up and met the other woman’s gaze across the desk. “I don’t know how I feel. I’ve avoided him all week. He calls or texts me every day, and I don’t know what to say, so I don’t answer.”

         Dr. Long stretched back in her chair, hands folded in her lap. “Here’s what I think. The first thing you told me is that you have come through the whole Alex situation a much stronger person mentally. You didn’t let him get to you. You stood up to him, and for that I am very proud of you. You should be proud of yourself. It’s easy to fall back into old habits when conflict and stress arise.”

Sarah smiled weakly. Her mother had gushed over her on the phone that night, and Jason had been full of praise as well. It had felt so good, so cathartic to hit Alex, unleashing all her anger about everything he’d done to her.

“The second thing you told me is more important,” Dr. Long continued. “When you glossed over what happened at the bar, and focused on the fact that you bought those boots for Jason, and that’s why you were mad they broke, you told me how you feel about Jason. This is huge for you. He’s the first guy you’ve taken an interest in since you started seeing me.”

         “But, I told you already that I like him.”

         “I think it’s much more than just like, Sarah. What happened when he told you he loves you? What did you feel? Tell me.”

         She thought a moment. “I got scared. I panicked. I ran away.”

         “Why?”

         “He’s my best friend. I wouldn’t know what to do without him if we started a relationship and it didn’t work out.”

         “Yet you’ve been without him all week. How has this week gone?”

         She laughed bitterly. “It’s sucked.”

         “Have you figured it out yet, Sarah? Or do I need to spell it out for you?”

11) Which actor/character(s) would play the starring role? Oh that’s a tough one. I kind of pictured Michelle Rodriquez when I was writing Sarah because she’s so badass and has the right kind of attitude, but I’d have to pick Mila Jovovich or Scarlet Johansen for her because she’s Caucasian. For Jason, a slightly more built Jared Padalecki would be perfect.

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A great read for the holidays.

Headfirst into Home

By: Jennifer Simpkins

Blurb:

Coming off of a divorce, Rachel Young’s focus is on moving forward and making a life for her and her daughter. When ex-baseball hottie, Ty Robinson, waltzes back into her life, tempting her with his kisses, forming a bond with her daughter, and making promises for their future, she willingly gives him her heart.

Ty has harbored a deep desire for small town beauty, Rachel, for the past ten years. Fate dropped her in his path when they were teenagers, leading to one magical night. Following an injury, he has come home, determined to prove to Rachel he is home for good.

After a life changing phone call, Ty is faced with taking another opportunity at playing the game he’s always loved and the woman and child that have stolen his heart. In the end, is he capable of giving Rachel what she needs—a sense of home and most importantly, honesty?

Excerpt:

With all the laughter and cracking of the billiard balls, Rachel was amazed she’d even heard the bell ding above the entrance door, either announcing or saying good-bye to a customer. People were coming in, while others were making it an early night and heading home. This was one of those rare nights where she didn’t have to be home at a certain time. Her mom responsibilities were put on hold for the next twelve hours. Her daughter was safe and happy, and Rachel was set on having a good time.

She saw him first.

If she was smart she would’ve sank down in the booth, trying to make herself unnoticeable or give him the hint she still wasn’t interested in talking. It was the same way she treated him after…well, after the night that changed her life. She was still on the fence as to if that change was a good thing…or a very bad thing.

Turns out she wasn’t smart. At least not when sinfully, sexy Ty Robinson stood just feet away from where she sat. Smart and Ty never had gone hand in hand with her. He clouded her judgment—always had. She sat up straight, almost announcing herself to him, begging him to waltz in her direction.

His warm gaze locked on her instantly. Was he surprised to see her? She couldn’t tell. But from what she could tell by his wide grin, flashing pearly whites, he didn’t look unpleasant at the sight of her. That was a good sign.

“Mmm…” God, did she just sigh out loud. No, it wasn’t fair he still could turn her brain to mush. How was that even possible?

“What’s that?” Morgan asked, her eyes narrowed. “What’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

No, it wasn’t a ghost, not by a long shot. She would have been a lot safer if the man standing just feet away from her, looking like the hottest thing ever to grace The Eight Ball, was paranormal. A fitted gray T-shirt stretched over a formed chest, revealing muscular—but not overwhelming—tanned arms. Was it possible he’d grown taller since the last time she’d seen him? He had to be at least six feet plus inches. Long legs filled the luckiest faded pair of blue jeans. And here she thought seeing him on television, under the blazing sun, perspiration forming above his brow, and with an intense expression as he sized up his opponent in the batter’s box was enough to get her juices flowing. Watching his baseball games were entertaining, but didn’t come close to seeing him up close.

Rachel couldn’t will herself to look away. “I can’t believe he’s back. Why is he here?” Ty’s sister, Stacey, one of her best friends, never said anything about her twin brother coming back to town. At least not to Rachel, she didn’t. Could it have been Stacey didn’t even know? “I wonder if Stacey has seen him yet.” Another thought came to mind. It was enough to turn her attention back on Morgan. “How do I look?”

“You look like you always do. Why is who back? And what does it have to do with Stacey? I’m sorry, Rach, but you’re not making a lick of sense.”

Rachel fiddled with the paper napkin under her glass of wine, too afraid to look up again. “Ty. Ty Robinson just walked in.”

Before Rachel could tell her friend not to make it obvious they were talking about him by whipping her head around, Morgan was already turned completely around in the booth, eyes fixated on Ty. “Oh. My. God. It’s really him, isn’t it?”

Isn’t that what she had just said? “Morgan,” Rachel said through clenched teeth. “He’s looking right at us. Can you please turn your ass back around? Geez!”

“What do you think this means?” Morgan asked, once again facing forward. “I think he retired the end of last season. I think I heard it was some kind of arm injury. Do you think he’s back for good?”

Opening Day, something she only knew because it was considered a holiday in Lincoln Springs, was a little over three weeks ago. And since he was in Lincoln Springs and not playing under the big lights, it was safe to say the rumors of Ty retiring after only playing six years in the Major Leagues was true.

“I’m not sure what it all means.”

“Well, it’s not like he hasn’t been back in the past ten years. He used to visit once a year.”

This time felt different. In the past ten years Rachel had only seen glimpses of Ty around town when he would come to visit his family. She had stayed away, never even offering a hello to him, because of her marriage to James. As far as she knew he hadn’t been in town in the last three years.

The already loud bar got even louder as everyone figured out the biggest thing to come out of Lincoln Springs had returned. A lot of hellos were given, a lot more slaps on the back…and of course women appeared out of every corner like cockroaches, swarming around him.

Rachel casually sipped her wine, peeking over the rim of the glass to catch another eyeful of an all grown-up Ty Robinson. In the past couple years she’d caught a few of his games. Because he played on the West Coast, the games were always on late. Sometimes after she’d put Brooklyn to bed and had a few minutes to sit back and relax, she would turn on a California Wolverines game. She wasn’t always sure what exactly was happening on the ball field, but…God, the things that man could do to her. She didn’t have to understand all the ins and outs of baseball to appreciate the sight of him in a pair of uniform pants.

Leisurely walking through the crowd of people, shaking hands with guys he’d grown up with, smiling at all the pretty girls who fluttered their eyelashes at him, Rachel watched him make his way toward the booth she and Morgan shared.

“Don’t look,” Rachel said. She felt it was important to remind Morgan of that right off the bat. What was up with her and baseball terms tonight? “He’s coming over here.”

* * * *

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Bio:

Jennifer has always been an avid reader, but it wasn't until she became a stay-at-home mom did she start to read romance. Her passion of reading romance turned into another passion she had as a child--writing. One night of writing about strong willed heroes and sexy heroines turned into two nights until seven months later she had written her first novel.

She lives in a small North Carolina town with her supportive husband (whose dream is to be on the cover of one of her books), a beautiful daughter and two dogs who can't seem to get along. If she's not writing, you can find her reading, hanging out  with her family, or cheering on the New York Yankees.

Other Books by Jennifer:

Moving On

Trusting Patience (Patience #3)

Loving Patience (Patience #2)

Forgiving Patience (Patience #1)

Connect with Jennifer:

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A sweeter read for Hump Wednesday...Overheard

Blurb:

Bronwyn Campbell is a contract lawyer who mixes business with pleasure when she is assigned to sculptor Aedan MacGregor. Alone in the world, Bronwyn finds herself head over heels in love with the taciturn Scot, and believes he feels the same about her, despite his single-minded focus on his art. Until she overhears a conversation between Aedan and his agents. 

Her perception of their relationship is challenged, hearing that while Aedan wants her in his life, it is as his lawyer—with benefits—and nothing long lasting. He doesn't require her in any other way. Falling back into old, learned behavioral responses, Bronwyn withdraws, and takes advantage of a job transfer opportunity while Aedan is overseas. Feeling she doesn't owe him an explanation, and in an effort to salvage some scrap of pride and assuage her broken heart, Bronwyn arranges to move to Atlanta.

But when it comes to eavesdropping, sometimes one doesn't hear everything…

A BookStrand Mainstream Romance

Excerpt:

It shouldn’t feel worse than losing her parents, but it did, albeit in a different way. Certainly different than when Rodney kicked her to the curb, her heart already chastened and raw from being orphaned. She could excuse her need for Rodney, then desperate to have someone in her life to keep her afloat. She’d used him as he’d used her, and it was her pride that took the minor hit that time around.

The cab navigated the thronged streets of downtown and headed west toward the small suburb where her family home was located. Maybe that was the first indicator—Aedan never stayed over at her place. She’d inherited the two-story home when her parents had passed in that train accident in Europe, just after she’d graduated college, and while she rattled around in the commodious structure, she’d never thought to sell it. It was all she had of them aside from her memories, and thus far the commute wasn’t too onerous, if a long drive. In any event, Aedan had been there only once, when she needed to pack a bag for an unanticipated weekend trip with him. They’d saved time by sharing the car instead of meeting at the airport.

Reflecting on her alone state in an effort to avoid thinking about him, she supposed her antipathy for relationships was learned, modeled by her parents who’d shunned their own families. They’d married late in life, expressly against the wishes of their parents, some kind of Montague-Capulet scenario Bronwyn never really understood. She knew she lacked the extended family many other kids had while growing up, and the grandparents were now gone, the two cousins she knew of working overseas. Working in the very country Aedan was heading off to in the morning. Europe seemed to take people from her, but perhaps with an ocean between them she could manage to do what needed to be done.

Muted jazz emanated from the car’s speakers, and the driver’s head twitched along with the irregular beat. Her whole self felt irregular, and she slipped slightly out of focus as she recalled the remainder of the evening when she was faced with her actual place in Aedan’s life.

Rena and Craig had accompanied them back to his condo following the show. As his agents, the couple were all too willing to continue to celebrate the lucrative evening. Bronwyn would rather have celebrated it alone with Aedan, in a very different manner, but resigned herself to a much later night. Maybe that was her problem—she always took a backseat to other’s needs.

They’d sat around in his well-appointed living room, drinking wine and discussing future shows while she and Aedan exchanged glances full of promise. Or so she thought. Bronwyn had excused herself to the restroom, and on the way back to join them discovered for herself that old adage about eavesdroppers never hearing anything good about themselves.

She hadn’t meant to listen in, but when she heard her name mentioned, her footsteps had slowed and she hovered just out of sight in the hallway. She could hear the conversation now as if it were playing out right in front of her, set to the beat of the jazz the cabbie clearly enjoyed.

“She’s been nothing but good for you, Aedan.” Rena’s clear voice carried, and Bronwyn could detect nothing other than sincerity in her tone. It had warmed her heart, because she’d never been certain she had either Rena’s or Craig’s approval, and she wanted his friends to like her. Lord knew she had scarcely any of her own. As in one. That was her parents’ influence as well, isolationists. They were a close-knit unit of two, grudgingly opening up to include her on occasion. She’d worked so hard for their attention she lacked the energy to seek it out from others. No wonder she was stunted and couldn’t read people well in social situations. No wonder her world consisted of sterile, exact contracts. A person didn’t have to deal with emotions and people if they stuck to paperwork. Oh, how she wished she had stuck with that.

Aedan’s reply to Rena had shaken her a little, but he was such a practical man, and it had been her life’s mission to get him to express himself outside of his favorite medium of sculpting. She’d been tutoring herself in that regard, and thought it to be a pleasant learning experience together. Now she winced to think of just how expressive she’d been with the man she loved and believed loved her back. So she’d told herself his immediate answer felt like he was keeping their relationship private, as was his custom.

“Bronwyn’s been invaluable. Her ability and professionalism astounds me.”

Rena had laughed. “I’m sure, honey. But she’s also good for you personally.”

“She’s more than my lawyer,” Aedan admitted. “And that’s not a lifelong arrangement.” What? Was he thinking of a future without her? Without them?

Craig snorted. “You’re her biggest client and don’t ever think her firm hasn’t noticed all those billable hours. It doesn’t hurt that she worships the ground you walk on, buddy.”

“I didn’t ask for that from her, Craig. I don’t require it.” The ice in Aedan’s voice chilled her to the bone before her heart seized up. She’d made an involuntary noise and forced her feet to propel her forward to join them. It had taken all she had to smile faintly, and present herself like she hadn’t just heard herself being compartmentalized. Lawyer with benefits, short-term at that.

Rena and Craig looked uncomfortable, Rena shooting Craig a dark glance, but Aedan had no visible reaction to the conversation, other than a telltale tick in his jaw. Bronwyn pretended she hadn’t overheard anything. She knew Aedan was further annoyed when she avoided seating herself close beside him, but she’d made her way to the kitchen on the pretense of locating another bottle of wine. She formulated a plan to make her escape whilst staring into the depths of a cupboard, carefully keeping her back to the three of them, willing herself to breathe and assume a normal demeanor.

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Monday's Scintillating Interview with...M. Leveque!

Welcome to Craving Erotic Romance Blogspot.

Today we’re presenting Author: M. Levesque

Happy to have you here!

                                               

1) Have you always wanted to be an author? Yes, as long as I can remember.

2) What genre(s) do you write? Romance, erotic romance, paranormal romance and romantic comedy. In other words, a lot of romance.

3)  Have you ever self published? No.

4) Who or what inspired you to write your first book? I was laid off between seasonal jobs and one day I just sat down at the computer and started typing. I didn’t care what I wrote or how it turned out because I didn’t plan on showing it to anyone. It was kind of liberating actually.  

5) How many hours in a day might you write? I work fulltime so some days I’m not able to write at all but I try to write at least 2,000 words a day. Some days that takes an hour while others, it takes a little more.

6) Are you a plotter or a pantser? Pantser!

7) Do you ever find yourself slipping away and becoming so immersed in your story it affects how you relate to others? I have noticed that if a character is involved in a serious plot issue, I tend to get stressed out. During those times my husband calls me by my pen name and asks her to release me. I think the idea of pen names confuse him and he’s just considers it a form of multiple personality disorder. J

8) Are you in any of your books? No! I stay strictly out of my own books. They may possess some of my quirks but I would never put myself in a book. I’m way too boring.

9) What do your friends and family have to say about you writing? Most act like it isn’t even happening but some ask me how things are going on occasion.

10) Please share an excerpt from your book that totally spoke to you when you put the words down on paper.

My eyes fluttered open and what I thought at first to be a shadow quickly turned out to be something else entirely. A hair-covered man stood over my bed, glaring down at me. He was dressed in ragged clothes and smelled of pine.

I let loose a screech that could be heard for miles and scrambled back away from the angry man that resembled a Bigfoot.

“Get out of my house!” I pointed a shaking finger in the direction of the wide-open bedroom door.

He narrowed his eyes further. “Listen lady, I don’t know what kind of drugs you’re on, but this is my house.”

The voice that came from behind the beard was deep and booming but he didn’t sound angry, just a little confused. He was obviously confused; this was my house.

“Sir, I think you’ve lost your way. I’m sorry about the misunderstanding, but I just purchased this house last week. I’ve been living here since then, and I can promise you that I paid in full.”

His eyebrows rose from behind his long, curling black bangs. “You paid cash for a house?”

I nodded as a nagging ball of dread started to roll in my gut. “Yes, I bought it on the seller’s website.”

He leaned forward and pointed at me. “Let me guess, you bought it online without meeting the seller or even seeing the place?”

The rolling dread started to grow, but denial held it at bay. Bigfoot might have been onto something, but it couldn’t be true. Nobody is that unlucky. I nodded again.

He barked out a laugh. “Lady, you got scammed.”

From: Backwoods Bailout by M. Levesque

11) Which actor/character(s) would play the starring role? (you can insert pics or just names or both here)

Lynn: Moon Bloodgood 

Marcus: Gerard Butler  

Holly the sexy con artist ex-girlfriend and leading character in the spin off sequel, The Fox and the Hound…Laura Vandervoort

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Monday's Scintillating Interview with Doris O'Connor!

Welcome to Craving Erotic Romance Blogspot.

Today we’re presenting Author: Doris O’Connor!

                                               

1)      Have you always wanted to be an author?

Pretty much. J I’ve always had characters tell stories in my head. I thought everyone did, lol. Imagine my surprise when it turned out that wasn’t the case. Life interfered for the longest time, but once I decided to finally write those stories down, back in September 2010… well the rest is history as they say.

2)      What genre(s) do you write?

I have a very unpredictable muse, who likes to change things up a lot. Subsequently I write across several genres and sub genres. Contemporary, paranormal, sci-fi, BDSM, Ménage, (m/f/m and m/m/f), M/F, F/F, Interracial, Intercultural, Rubenesque, and May – December.

3)      Have you ever self published?

I did self publish one title with my critique group. It was a collection of erotic short stories, which kinda died a quiet death, so we have since taken it off the market. I might yet expand on my story in that collection. It was a little time travel piece.

4)      Who or what inspired you to write your first book?

It was a writing competition run by Mills&Boon. I didn’t get anywhere in that competition, but I learned a lot, mainly that I’m no mainstream romance writer, lol. That story had many rewrites, and is now known as The Housewife and the Film Star. Sven still is my all time favourite hero. Well, you never forget your first, do you? ;-)

5)      How many hours in a day might you write?

During the week my writing time is limited to the two hours of uninterrupted time I get when my youngest is at nursery. I turn off the internet, disappear into my writing cave, aka my bedroom and write. I can typically get anything between 2 and 3 K done during that time. At the weekend, I tend to lock myself away for up to 5 hours a day, depending on what else goes on, and I’ll average 5 K a writing session then.

6)      Are you a plotter or a pantser?

Oh a panster through and through. My characters are firmly in charge and never do what I want them to do. It makes writing both exasperating and exciting, as I never know what will happen. Even when I think I do, they throw me a curve ball, and off we go on a tangent, However, I have long since learned never to argue with them. It’s their story and they are always right. They haven’t steered me wrong yet.

7)      Do you ever find yourself slipping away and becoming so immersed in your  story it affects how you relate to others?

All too often, especially at the weekend and toward the end of a story. Fortunately my family and friends are all used to my increasing number of blonde moments when I’m knee deep in a story, and they find it amusing, mostly.

8)      Are you in any of your books?

Lol, what a question. Sylvia in The Housewife and the Filmstar has a lot of me in it. Since then, nope. My heroines are their own people. Mind you, they are all bratty, and stubborn, and no pushovers. Hubby would say that’s def like me ;-)

9)      What do your friends and family have to say about you writing?

Friends are supportive, as are my immediate family, i.e. hubby and the kids. The rest of them, less so. To be honest I never discuss my books with hubby’s family (I’m an only child and now an orphan, though I like to think my gran, were she still alive, would have got a kick out of me writing erotica!) I could just see hubby’s family go into apoplexy if I were to try and bring up the subject. *snort*

10)  Please share an excerpt from your book that totally spoke to you when you put the words down on paper

She shook her head when he slanted his, and one of her little hands crept up to cup his scarred side.

“Don’t hide them. They don’t scare me. They never have,” she said and offered him a tentative smile that made his chest feel tight with longing.

“They should do. I’m the beast. Haven’t you heard?” His humorless laugh echoed around them, and she shook her head.

“I think you hide behind your scars so no one can come too close.”

Hunter forgot to breathe at that quiet statement, delivered with absolute conviction, and he took her by the shoulders and pushed her away. It was that or ravish her right there, and show her what a perverted beast he truly was.

“I’m not a fairytale, Emilia. You can’t make me into the hero here. If I was, I’d have simply delivered your brother home, not cleaned him out myself.”

Emilia worried her bottom lip with her teeth, and went a little cross-eyed as she concentrated hard. It was the most adorable sight, and meant he grew even harder.

“So, why are you here, then, giving him an out?  I’m not such a catch that you’re doing this just to have your wicked way with me.”

His bear growled his disapproval at his mate’s low opinion of herself, and for once Hunter was in perfect agreement with him. The fact that she didn’t shy away from him, just went a delightful shade of pink, made him want to simply grab her and have his way with her right now. He couldn’t do that, however. Not until she knew everything there was to know about him and he had somewhere where she couldn’t run away, when he revealed his true self.

Then, and only then, would he show her not only his bear, but also the other, darker side of him, that made him want to tie her up, and mark her body with his hands, teeth, and claws.

(from: Bought for Christmas)

Blurb:

~Editors Pick~

I’m the beast, haven’t you heard….

Christmas is supposed to be a time for miracles and one will surely be needed when Emilia Duncan finds herself sold to the beast to save her father’s company. Having lusted after the much older, enigmatic man for as long as she can remember, spending the Christmas weekend as his submissive will satisfy her raging libido, but can she protect her heart?

Bear Shifter Hunter Monahan cannot stand idly by when Emilia is thrown to the wolves. There is only one shifter who will get his claws into her and that’s him. The contract ensures her submission for the weekend. Too bad his bear wants much more than that.

Hunter is used to hiding behind his gruesome scars, but in the bid for Emilia’s heart, that is not an option this time.  Isolated in his cabin, it’s not just the snow that melts. 

Excerpt: 

“I said you’re mine, kitten,” he finally said, and Emilia’s heart leapt for joy. “You always will be, but I want to see you happy. You don’t need to be settled with a cynical, scarred bear shifter like me, especially as your father will never talk to you again, if you do.” He put his hand up when she was going to interrupt him, and continued.

“No, let me finish. He is your father, and I know you well enough to know that you love him and that good for nothing brother of yours. Despite what you said to them when you left, you could no more turn your back on them than you could stop breathing, and that’s one of the many things about you that I…”

His bear growled, and Emilia forgot to breathe at the struggle she sensed in him. She scooted closer and put her hand on his tense thigh.

“You what, Sir? Please don’t clam up on me now,” she said.

A grim smile kicked up the corner of his mouth, and she leant in closer to kiss that spot. A growl erupted from his chest, and before Emilia could blink she was on the floor with him towering above her. Right now he didn’t look very much in control of his bear, and that thought sent adrenaline coursing through her body.

Holding himself off of her with his hands placed next to her head, and his arms locked, he ground his groin against hers and the solid heat of his erect cock meant that Emilia’s hormones took over. Moisture flooded her underwear, and her nipples tried to poke through the soft fabric covering them. As comfortable as her jumper was the fabric chafed against the sensitive peaks, and Emilia bit her lip to stop from whimpering her need.

Hunter groaned and bending his head claimed her mouth in an earth shattering kiss that left her breathless and so needy she was going to scream if he didn’t do something other than kiss her.

He pulled away, and the heat in his gaze sent her arousal into fever pitch. Emilia shifted her legs wider, and they both groaned as he settled himself right between her legs.

“Fuck it, Emilia. I can’t do this anymore. I want you too damn much.”

Hunter’s voice came out distorted, and more of his bear showed as his muscles expanded and he grew bigger above her.

“Then have me, all of me, please.” Emilia gasped her reply, all too aware of the barely leashed aggression that poured out of his very pores. It should send her running, yet it had the opposite effect on her. Beads of perspiration slid into her eyes, clouding her vision. Trapped as she was under his bulk, her clothes felt heavy and restrictive, and Hunter seemed to burn hotter still, as he grew perfectly above her. His nostrils flared and he inhaled roughly, as though he, too, had trouble drawing air into his lungs. Emilia blinked to clear her vision, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the sight of his fangs. His incisors grew longer, more menacing somehow in the orange glow from the fire, and she didn’t dare breathe when he dipped his head and ran those lethal teeth along her neck.

“This is your last chance to cry red, kitten. This time when I fuck you, I will claim you, body and soul. You will be mine, to carry my mark, so that everyone will know who you belong to. I want to cover you in my cum, bite you all over, and leave my marks on you forever. Do you understand me?”

Emilia nodded, utterly unable to get her voice to work, and Hunter threw his head back and roared. The vibrations of that growl shook the very ground they lay on, and she locked her ankles behind his ass to enable her to grind her hips against the solid bulge in his jeans. So close. God, she was so close already, if only….

Hunter bucked and dislodged her, until she lay winded, face down on the rug. Hunter yanked her jumper up and her leggings down, and the first hard, stinging swat of his hand on her ass took her breath away. Several more followed in quick succession, and then he lifted her on her knees, and pushed her upper body back down into the rug. Her jumper gave way with an audible rip, as he used his claws to get if off her.

“Do. Not. Move.” Every growled word was accentuated by another swat to her ass. Heat spread across her skin, and she jumped when he replaced his hands with his teeth, while pushing several fingers into her wet pussy.

Emilia whimpered and mewled like the kitten he called her, as he fucked her with his fingers, while marking her body with his teeth just like he’d promised, until her skin was just a mass of hot sensation. Up and down her spine into the hollow of her back, over her ass and the insides of her thighs, until she didn’t know which part of her he hadn’t reached.

Pinned in place by his clawed hand on her shoulder, and his fingers buried deep inside her, keeping her teetering on the edge of her release, she had nowhere to go.

Emilia whined when he withdrew his fingers, and Hunter pushed his digits, slicked by her arousal, into her mouth, and smacked her ass again. Emilia bit down, and the taste of her arousal mixed with his blood, and Hunter grunted his approval.

“Fuck, yes. Do that again.”

His claws sliced through her shoulder, while he dug his fingers deeper into her mouth and jaw. The pain just added to her arousal until her whole body felt on fire. Teetering on the edge, she screamed, as he ran his thick cock through her wet slit and then drove in deep.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby. You’re mine.”

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11)  Which actor/character(s) would play the starring role? (you can insert pics or just names or both here)

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Hunter: http://www.pinterest.com/pin/243757398557292800/

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