Raven
is a shifter with the ability to see the darkness in a person's soul. He has
never strayed off his path or let a target live before, until he meets
Cassandra for the first time. She's an innocent, so why does someone want her
dead?
As
soon as she laid eyes on the mysterious man, she wants him with an intensity
that scares her. When he appears in her room one night with an impossible
story, she doesn't have a choice, believe him or die when someone else takes
the job he's refused.
It's
a fight against time and an attraction that scares them both, no-one knows what
the future holds. Even a fledgling seer.
Excerpt:
It didn't take
long to find her room, the door slightly ajar and he pushed it open a little
more. Cassandra writhed on the bed, one
hand between her legs and the other on her chest. He watched her come undone
and knew he could do it better. He wanted her to fall apart with his tongue
lapping at her juices, sucking and teasing her until she called out his name. He
quite liked the fantasy and missed her eyes opening, resting on him. Her scream
ripped through the air.
Well,
what did you expect? That she'd pull you into her arms and you could finally find
out what her lips taste like?
Raven darted
from his place in the doorway and pressed his hand across her mouth. "I
won't hurt you." The words left him in a rush but she fought against him.
"Cassandra, I don't intend to hurt you. Listen to me. Please listen to
me." She slowly stopped fighting but her eyes were wide, her breathing
fast. "I'm going to remove my hand. Don't scream or I'll be forced have to
put my hand over your mouth again."
For the first
time in his life, he didn't know what he was doing. The smell of her desire,
mixed with the vanilla perfume that seemed embedded into her skin, filled the
air and it was distracting as hell. "Trust me?"
It was asking a
lot and he knew it but she finally nodded. The impression of her lips against
his hand felt like a burn, as if the brief touch left a scar against his
skin.
"Please don't hurt me."
Her words made
him angry but not at her, he didn't want her to be scared of him. "I
already said I won't."
Cassandra moved away from him, turning to face
him. She nibbled at her bottom lip, her fingers twisted together. "What do
you want?"
Interview:
1.
How did you start writing
erotic romance?
I
write multiple genres and I started with erotic romance after I wrote a short
story about a vampire strip club that was accepted into an anthology. I then
wrote two bdsm stories and a free erotic romance. It all depends on the story.
2.
Plotter or pantster?
If
I have a deadline, I'm a plotter, no deadline gives me a lot more freedom to
let the story guide me.
3.
What are three things you have
on your writing desk?
Lol
I wish I had a writers desk, usually I write in the living room or the bedroom.
Take now for instances, I'm sitting on the couch. To the left I've got my phone
and the television remote and on the right, a dinosaur and a child's book.
4.
Favorite food?
Chinese
takeaways.
5.
Tell us a little about your new
release. What character in the book really spoke to you?
It
was Raven, he's the assassin. I had this strong mental image of a bird watching
a woman from the rooftops. The story unfolded from there.
6.
I write because ____...
It's
what I'm supposed to do.
7.
What is your favorite type of
character to write about?
That's
a hard question, it's a little like asking me what child I like the best. I
like writing paranormal characters, which gives them an extra dimension in my
opinion.
8.
What is the sexiest scene you
ever wrote?
In
Irish Kisses I wrote a scene where my characters joined the mile high club.
That was pretty darn sexy.
9.
What advice would you give new
authors in the erotica/romance field?
Find
your own niche, don't write what happens to be popular because that might not
be your genre.
10.
What is next on your writerly
horizon?
A
steampunk story for another publisher, it's a mystery, without erotica or
romance undertones.
About the author:
Ella Grey always knew that she'd become a
writer. Well, it was either that or a brain surgeon but her heart wasn't in it.
She's constantly had voices in her head, which could have ended up being
strapped in a strait jacket and being locked in a padded cell. Thankfully she
picked up a pen and put it to paper.
She currently lives in the UK with her son,
partner and cat. She rarely sleeps and can often be found with a cup of coffee close
to one hand, with her other hand on the keyboard.
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