When Lucy received the locket from the estate of her aunt, it came with a warning to never speak his name...but where's the fun in that?
Trapped for seventeen hundred years, General Hadrian Marias awaits his release from a crystal prison and a chance to find the reincarnated soul of his wife, Lucia. Instead, upon being summoned into the modern world, he finds Lucy—the descendant of Genevieve, the Celtic witch responsible for his entrapment. Everything he knows about Lucy stems from his experience with Genevieve, but he soon discovers the only thing Lucy shares with her ancient ancestor is an uncanny resemblance. He quickly finds himself drawn to the feisty vixen. But can he ever forgive himself for losing Lucia of the past, and move forward with Lucy?
Lucy Brady was devastated to receive word of her aunt's death. Her only joy, a family heirloom passed down from generation to generation. Inside the golden locket hides a crystal containing the essence of Hadrian. Even though warned to never say his name, she chalks it up to superstition and inadvertently summons an ancient Roman general who demands his freedom from her tyrannical bloodline. Deeming the general's appearance a prank, Lucy agrees to grant his freedom—in lieu of sex for a fortnight. Will the next fortnight of passion be enough to keep Hadrian at Lucy's side? Or will he choose absolute freedom from her bloodline?
1. How did you start writing erotic romance?
I'm not really sure, to tell you the truth. I wanted to write romance, and that was always clear. However, the erotic part just kind of happened as I got older.
2. Plotter or pantster?
A little bit of both.
3. What are three things you have on your writing desk?
Diet Sunkist, notebook and pen to write down character information as it comes, and a freaking mess!
4. Favorite food?
Tacos with lots of sour cream and tomatoes.
5. Tell us a little about your new release. What character in the book really spoke to you?
Umm, it's awesome! Seriously though, it's awesome and humorous. How could you not love an ancient Roman who enjoys Dr. Pepper and the Three Stooges? As for characters that spoke to me, I'd have to say they all spoke to me! But it was actually a side character that yelled the loudest—Karina. She's a hoot, and not afraid to say what's on her mind!
6. I write because ____...
The voices tell me to…*giggle*
7. What is your favorite type of character to write about?
Snarky, sarcastic, and sometimes mean, but always does the right thing in the end. There's nothing more satisfying than bringing a character to life who has the ability to say and do the things you wished you could in real life!
8. What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote?
One that hasn’t been published yet *blushing*
9. What advice would you give new authors in the erotica/romance field?
The best advice I can offer is to write what you want to write, and be comfortable with the heat level. One of my biggest fears when I first started was being able to write love scenes that were believable, yet hot. "wink wink* Practice makes perfect, if ya know what I mean.
10. What is next on your writerly horizon?
It's a surprise, but it involves a series!
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Hadrian was infatuated by the witch's sudden change. Her demeanor had gone from a scared rabbit to a cunning wolf as she slowly advanced in his direction. She looked ready to pounce.
Damn the gods.
He shook his head in frustration, swearing at his lack-wit brain. He assumed the dark woman with the strange clothing and heavy face paint had been Genevieve's kin, but instead the innocent angel before him was the vile sorceress's descendant. How could he have missed it? She even had the same violet pigment as Genevieve. He now knew for certain this pale beauty was his newest captor. "Release me."
"You never answered me," she purred prettily, taking slow deliberate steps toward him and emphasizing the sway of her hips.
Hadrian grunted. The witch recognized her powers already. She was another generation warned in advance; already knowing he couldn't harm her physically as long as she controlled him.
Damn her smugness! He took a step back with each forward step she took. "Stay back, witch."
He didn't mean it. He felt himself harden with her approach. He hated her. Nay, he didn't, but he should. Something about her perplexed him. She has her ancestor's looks. Genevieve. His last step back was blocked by the loveseat. He thought to sidestep the smiling vixen, but a squared table blocked his path.
Curse her and her second sight! She has me purposely trapped!
The witch appeared to enjoy his uneasiness as she played cat and mouse. She obviously delighted in being the predator, moving in just the right way to keep him cornered. Her siren voice with its otherworldly quality beckoned him as she spoke. Aye, she was just as much the devil's mistress as Genevieve.
"I ask you one more time, Hadrian Marias: Why should I release you?"
His pulse pounded in his ears. "It would be the honorable thing to do, milady. Seeing your family has held me prisoner for almost two millennia."
"I see." She dared to wink. "What's in it for me?"
His paranoia threatened his temper. He felt the sudden need to hide from this enchantress. He would not make the same mistake again and trust a witch. No matter how beautiful she was or innocent she appeared, she was evil. Genevieve's blood ran through her veins. "What do you want?" He finally managed to ask, hoping she didn't hear the apprehension in his tone.
She threw her sultry head back and her laughter floated on the air and teased his defenses.
She smirked. "In fourteen days, I will release you, but only if you become my sex slave and guarantee my satisfaction."
Ishabelle Torry is a full time mother, wife and student. She enjoys time with her family, and their plethora of pets on the farm. In her spare time, she is constantly dreaming of characters and the worlds they are found in. Occasionally, Ishabelle has been known to argue with her characters and bribe them with cookies when they have a wayward moment.