Welcome to the Midsummers Night's Dream-Man Hop where I will share three small excerpts of my three summer dream men with a sneak peek of Release, the next Angler book. If you fell off the bus just click the link below and it will return you to your next place on the tour. Have fun and don't melt in the heat. :-D
Starved for Love (a succubus/incubus love story)
The trees topped a hill
about half a mile from the house on the edge of our property, close to the
woods. I ambled toward them, letting my tennis shoes drag over the grass until
I saw a redhead in one of the trees.
Damn, Rose had beaten
me. I searched the orchard and spotted Adele.
She waved. “Slowpoke.”
I sighed. I hadn’t
noticed that the other baskets had been missing on the counter. I guess dishes
were on my agenda after all. I climbed the closest tree, hanging my basket on a
branch, and started to pick.
“You’re awfully quiet
this morning, Pia.” Adele stayed on the ground as she picked. Last year she
broke her wrist when she’d fallen from a tree. “How was your date? Will there
be more?”
Ah, the real reason
behind the apple picking came out. I sighed. “It was nice. We haven’t made any
other arrangements so I don’t know if I’ll see him again.”
They were quiet and I
twisted around to see they were both staring at me. “What?”
“Details.” Rose just about growled. She could
sound like a shifter when she wanted to.
“He made me a nice
dinner—”
“He cooks? Bonus. And?”
Both of their baskets remained ignored.
“He fed me. We talked a
little about his wives.” I picked a few more apples. There wasn’t that much to
report except I really liked him. He made me feel special.
“As in spoon-fed?
That’s a little old-fashioned. Something Dad would do.” Rose made an unpleasant
face. “Let’s get to the good stuff. Was he good in bed?”
I laughed. “I couldn’t
tell you. We didn’t have sex.”
Rose crossed her arm.
“The male has made a serious effort to court you and you couldn’t put out?”
Shaking my head, I
picked a rotting apple from a close-by branch and tossed it at her. With the
grace of a dancer, she sidestepped my shot.
I sighed. “He’s the one
who said no.”
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Daedalus watched Sugar’s heart-shaped ass wiggle back down
the hall. She was ravishing. He would never mix business with pleasure, but she
didn’t belong to the pack. Just a friendly human neighbor.
Bonus.
She reminded him of the 1950’s pin-up poster girls, pretty
and full of luscious curves. He still kept those posters in storage some where.
Sugar. He would like to ignite her sweetness into a
passionate inferno. Maybe she’d even sting a little. He hoped so.
Daedalus saw the flush of color bloom on her cheeks and felt
those hard tiny nipples as she brushed against him. He wanted her to turn and
look at him one more time before she disappeared behind a door.
The Omegas began wrestling with his coffin again. “Can we
call you Daedalus?” one of them piped up.
Sugar glanced back at him.
“No.” He gave her a shameless wink.
SNEAK PEEK of Release,
available Oct. 21st.
Sun shone on my face as
I sat in the park. Cool grass tickled my toes and a breeze played with the
curls along my neck. I touched them. Hadn’t I cut my hair? I held a
cone in my other hand and vanilla flavored ice cream melted slowly. I'd better eat
it quickly.
Suddenly my bench
flipped back and I smacked my head on the grass that felt more like concrete.
“My ice cream.” I flailed and came into contact with something solid. The smack
sounded like flesh on flesh.
I opened my eyes to
Tane's face hovering over mine. What the fuck was he doing in the sun? Blinking in the
dim light of oil lamps, I took in my real surroundings of hardwood floors and
old Venetian building. It had been only a dream. Instead of lying on the cool
grass in a park, I was on the floors of Catarina’s home twisted in blankets. I
wish Tane had waited until I’d eaten the damn cone.
Scent of Salvation
Releases July 30th
Love blooms across species,
culture, and time.
Chronicles of Eorthe, Book 1
Stranded in another dimension, on
a primitive version of Earth, Dr. Susan Barlow needs to find a way to survive.
There’s no electricity, no cities, and to her shock, no humans. Instead, she
faces a population of werewolves, vampires and incubi. The people are vicious
but she must find her place among them. And live.
An illness is killing Sorin’s
pack. As alpha it’s his responsibility to save them, but it’s a battle this
warrior doesn’t know how to fight. Then a blue light in the sky brings a
creature he’s never seen. She calls herself human, but to him she smells like
hope.
Sorin offers Susan a safe haven
in return for a cure, but she’s not that kind of a doctor. She’s a doctor of
physics, not a physician. Yet as they search for a cure to save a dying people,
they find something special—each other.
But even with Sorin’s protection,
Susan can’t help but wonder how long she can survive in a world without humans…
Warning: Feral shifters,
power-hungry vampires, and a sole human female suffering culture shock.
