Thursday, November 22, 2012

Breathless Press Virtual Blurb Blitz Tour



About Breathless Press:


Breathless Press is an e-book publisher specializing in Romance and Erotic(a) stories.

Our mission statement is simple: To provide the opportunity for readers to connect with romance authors through the purchasing of quality e-books at a low price.

Starting in the summer of 2009, Breathless Press came into existence. Since then, we have been producing top end romance and erotic stories for valued readers to enjoy.

Our Goal?

Breathless Press is an electronic publisher of paranormal, erotic, and mainstream romance, releasing one to three e-books a week in a variety of downloadable formats. It is Breathless Press' mission to provide readers with quality romance books in electronic formats and to raise the standard in e-publishing.



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Onyx Night: Catnip and Cauldrons, Book 1 by Autumn Jones Lake

                        
Blurb:

When her parents are taken from her too soon, Onyx Night is thrust into a secret world and discovers something about herself she could never have imagined.

Onyx Knight has yearned to leave her tiny hometown behind for years. With her parents’ support she attends the local university where she has developed a not-so-innocent crush on her Medieval History professor, Cole Radcliffe. A family tragedy thrusts Onyx into a secret world she never knew existed and she discovers something about herself she could never have imagined.

Family friends promise to help Onyx through this transition, but they demand certain things in return. Things she can't—and will not—give. When it becomes clear they are willing to get what they want from her by force, Onyx goes on the run.

Cole Radcliffe has his own secrets. When he finds Onyx in need of help, he takes her in, against his better judgment. He plans to keep her safe, but how can he keep her safe if he can’t even protect her from himself?


Excerpt:

"Take deep breaths, Nyxie. In and out," Marie coaxed in a soothing tone.

"Noooo," she wailed and the tears started coming full force.

"I know, baby. This isn't fair. It's not right. There were no two better people on this earth than your parents."

Onyx listened to her comforting words from far away. Her body began to feel strange. Fuzzy. Out of focus. She was aware of her world narrowing down, changing, spiraling into something tiny. A tingling, itchy sensation started to spread over her skin. Heat infused her cheeks and forehead. So hot...she was positively burning up. Without thinking about it, she started to rub her tongue over the roof of her mouth. A strange taste that she couldn't identify sat on the tip of her tongue.

"Aunt Marie...I don't feel very good."

"Oh baby, I hate that your mother can't be here to explain this to you. You'll be twenty in a few months, and she would have explained it all to you."

"Explain what?" The words came out garbled because suddenly her mouth wasn't working right. She felt like she was being turned inside out. She was hot. So unbearably hot, she'd never felt heat like this before.

When she came to, she was on the floor, looking at her room from a different and much lower perspective.

"Nyx, it's okay."

"Mwarrrr."
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Cat’s Eyes: Feral, Book 2 by Melissa Jolley


Blurb:

For Sarah, being a shape-shifter means having a wild side that craves variety. Can one human man tame her animal instinct?

Sarah Cole is a shape-shifter who is always in control that is until she meets sexy Kiwi vet, Travis Hunter. He has a way of rattling her cool exterior and seeing the real her like no lover ever has. But, in Sarah's experience, relationships between shifters and humans just don't work.

If that wasn't enough to deal with Sarah decides to rescue a cursed Amur leopard who needs her help to become human again. Can Sarah save the shifter and her heart, or will her cat's eyes only see the damage that magic wreaks on the unsuspecting.


Excerpt:

Sarah placed the wine on the farmhouse-style table—not that there was much space for the bottle—paperwork and newspapers piled three and four high left little room for anything else. After she poured out two large glasses she stepped through to the tiny living room and took a seat on the dated sofa. There seemed to be a broken spring in the center as she sank down deeply.

She didn't get far with her future plans before she heard the creak of floorboards above her and the sound of the boiler in the kitchen switching off. Two more minutes and Travis was back in a T-shirt and jeans, his hair glistening with water droplets and his face was still unshaved. How the hell am I supposed to think about my future now! The familiar tingle accosted her body, and she felt every feminine urge in her whisper Him. We want him." The unfamiliar warmth rose from her chest to her temples.

"Are you hot? You're looking a little bit flushed." His forehead creased, giving him a V between his brows. He was very cute when he worried.

"Must be the wine. It does that to me sometimes." Nice lie. All wine ever did was make her horny—and right now, it was doing a fantastic job of that.

Travis disappeared into the kitchen and returned minutes later with two heavily laden plates. He placed them on the coffee table in front of them.

"Wouldn't it be easier to eat at the kitchen table?" Tipping her head back, she reacquainted herself with the table—paper mountain. "Hmm, perhaps not." She could probably cope with snuggling up next to him on the sofa.

Sarah moved to allow room for Travis, but as he took his place next to her, the seat dipped more than Sarah expected and she fell sideways, her upper body landing on Travis's lap. He smelled of a mountain stream in a forest glade: fresh and woodsy. His aroma was making her light-headed. It couldn't be the wine; she was much tougher than that. It had to be him. She was taking way to long to move…again.

"As comfy as this couch is, that broken spring usually pisses me off, but right now, not so much."

He smiled, and she thought she would lose herself in his eyes, but she also had the odd sensation of being safe and warm and something else that she couldn't pinpoint. Mildly alarmed by these feelings, she began to move away when he stopped her and his lips met hers. All of a sudden, she understood what she'd been missing before. He made her feel as if she'd come home.

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Exiled: The Laws of Segregation, Book 4 by Nina Croft


Blurb:
Can she risk giving her heart back to a man whose loss nearly destroyed her whole world?

Long ago, a powerful witch named Casterix nearly destroyed the world of Arroway out of grief for the murder of her mate, Callum. She spent those years since exiled on Earth, believing she could never return home.

Unbeknownst to her, the power of their connection tied Callum to their world despite his demise.  While she hid away, his spirit remained lost in dimension between life and death, until he finally found a way to return to her.

Now, after a thousand years, the two are reunited. But their reunion is less than joyous.

Arroway is dying.  The witches are close to extinction. It will take the combined power of Casterix and Callum to save their world.  But can she risk caring for him as she used to, when their separation tore her apart?


Excerpt:


She turned to the third figure, and her grip on the gun tightened.

A tall man with fair hair. Something about the still figure caused a shiver of unease to trickle through her. When he pushed himself up onto his knees, she caught her first glimpse of his face. The world stopped.

Even after a thousand years, she knew him instantly, but her mind rejected the information.

"No." She shook her head. The hand holding the pistol dropped to her side, and the gun tumbled from her numb fingers. It couldn't be.

"Who is it?" Freya asked.

But Cass couldn't speak the name. She wasn't sure she could speak at all. Her throat felt tight, and she struggled to breathe, as though the air had been sucked from the atmosphere. Taking a step back, she came up against the standing stone behind her.

"Cass? Are you all right?"

Fuck no—she wasn't all right. She didn't know what she was, but "all right" did not come into it. Swallowing hard, she ran a calming mantra through her head. She hadn't needed them for so long, though once they were all that kept her sane. From old habit, the words flowed through her mind, and she was able to think again.

Callum.

Long dead. Yet...now in front of her. He couldn't be real. The last few days—seeing Jarrod again—had awoken the old hurts and fears. This was just a manifestation of the strain she'd been under, a figment of her tortured imagination.

Ignore him. Concentrate on the others.

And maybe he would vanish as quickly as he'd appeared.

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The Barn Raising by Camryn Rhys


Blurb:

Childhood sweethearts Lori and Cal reunite after years of hurt and disappointment, but it's on less than good terms.

Alora 'Lori' Metcalf doesn’t want to reignite anything with Cal Fortiss.  When she returns to her hometown to run a barn raising, she doesn't expect to see her old high school boyfriend.  Or to still find him so appealing. The intensity that still lingers between them frightens her, and when Cal awakens more than just nostalgia in her heart, she knows it will risk more than just her employment.

Cal has spent twenty years getting over Lori, but even his hard-won cynicism can’t keep his desire at bay, especially when he sees her trotting out of his son's coffee shop in a snug business skirt.  But Lori isn’t interested in rehashing the past, and he's willing to let her have her way. 

Can they put old grudges behind them and act on a passion they shared once, years ago, but long buried?  Or will they choose to remain haunted by what could have been?


Excerpt:

"Dammit, Alora. Will you stop? I’m not going to chase you all over town."

"Then go home, Cal."

Goddamit, her voice was the same. How could her voice be the same? He hadn’t seen her in twenty years, and she still sounded exactly the same.

"You can’t be civil to me on the street?" He increased his pace a bit, but he wasn’t going to run after her like some damn solicitor. He just wanted to talk to the woman.



Wednesday, November 21, 2012

A Forbidden Love: The Review



A Forbidden Love

Lee Dorsey

125 pages


Amazon buy link: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B009XHU86W/ref=cm_cr_mts_prod_img

Contemporary. Sus/mystery. Holiday. Action/adv.  M/F


Reviewer: Victoria Storm

Blurb:


David Mason, a young, intelligent college student, determined to lose his virginity succeeds his first day on campus. While auditioning for the campus play, he meets the sensational Philippa Surino, a woman seventeen years his senior and his literature professor. David is cast as Tom Lee in “Tea & Sympathy, while Philippa is to play “Laura”, which David soon starts calling her as a pet name. A May-December romance quickly evolves into a lustful tale of sexual adventure. Soon, David and Philippa spend every Sunday together, though they both know teacher-student relationships are looked down upon.

At the same time, David meets two female students, Greta and Ilka, and begins a wild romp with both of them, all the while still seeing his professor on the side. David cannot seem to get enough sex from all the various women in his life. Soon, however, David finds juggling school and all of the women to be rather difficult. Finding himself utterly in love with his Laura and determining that she is his soul mate, he asks her to accompany him on Christmas Break to West Palm Beach. Unfortunately, this turns into a huge mistake and the professor leaves him for another man.

Unhappy, lost and confused about his love life, David stays in Florida to finish college and dental school. Living with his high school sweetheart, Emily, he finds himself in yet another debacle between Emily and her mother. As time goes on, he ponders what to do. Should he hunt down the woman he considers to be the love of his life? Can David find happiness in any other woman?



Life is full of twists and turns and the longer you live the more you truly understand how true this is.

Mr. David Mason learns rather quickly that college is called the school of higher learning for many reasons.  He does enjoy college and soon learns that being on your own to make decisions of what to do with your future involves more than what credit courses you choose.  Extra curriculum activities are time consuming and can have as much impact on your life as a whole.  A good sexual education is important as we all come to understand.

Devotion and dedication are vital to all our lives, be it studies, vocation or commitment, we must be true to ourselves.  We are all accountable for our actions and deeds.

Sexual adventure is  abundant to say least. Sexual education seems to have no time line even when the "book learning" seems to have come to an end.

Truly a 5 star education and a most enjoyable book.


Thanks to Pink Flamingo Publications for providing a review copy!
Make sure you check out more of their amazing titles!




Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Brooke's Wish: A Sassy Party At SRE



Hi folks. Erzabet Bishop here, reporting live from the amazing SRE club!

Hi, yes, excuse me miss...Can you tell us a little about yourself? 


Brooke: *smiles and tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear* Of course! Hi. I’m Brooke Allaire, just visiting from St. Louis.

Erzabet: And who are these tall and very dashing men with you?

Brooke: *grabs Ty and Jackson and hooks her hands around their arms* These are my favorite New York City men, Ty and Jackson. 

Erzabet: So tell those of us who haven't ventured inside the club, what is the big attraction?

Brooke: The Satin Rose Experience is like no other club. It truly is a magical place where fantasies are fulfilled. 

Erzabet: I’ve heard it’s a BDSM club. Any truth to that rumor?

Ty: *smiles and speaks with a southern drawl* You know what they say about rumors. You can’t always believe what you hear. SRE is much more than that.

Jackson: I have to agree with my friend, Tyler. SRE is a safe place to come to live out a fantasy, test your limits and explore. Or just sit back with a drink and watch if that’s what you’re into. *winks at Erzabet*

Erzabet: Oh my! *fans face with hand* Well, I understand there was a large party here recently. Can you fill us in? And speaking of drinks, I understand there was a competition for SRE's signature drink.

Brooke: Asher and Mia are always throwing parties here. The last one was in my honor *blushes* Jake, SRE’s bartender is still collecting recipes for SRE’s next signature drink! The current drink is Mia’s Lavender Rose, it’s just delicious and perfect for a cold winter’s night.

Erzabet: What about these themed suites I’ve heard about?

Ty: There are ten here in New York and Asher is expanding to Vegas with SRE’s second location. Each suite is different than the next. 

Brooke: Yes, I’m staying in Suite One and let me tell you, the Playroom contains everything a girl could ever wish for.

Erzabet: It sounds wonderful. I’d love to see it.

Jackson: *holds his hand out* It just so happens I don’t have a date for tonight’s party. Care to join me?

Intrigued? Go to http://SatinRoseExperience.com for an insiders look at the club and it’s sexy staff and members. You can also join the SRE crew to sign up for email updates and to receive sexy SRE swag!


The Review:

What could be more fun that a visit to a spa for some relaxation, right?

When Brooke's friend sends her to SRE, she has no idea that it is really a BDSM club. Shocked and appalled, she tries to move to a different hotel, but being the holidays in New York, that is not likely to happen. As Brooke embraces the luxurious surroundings and decides to let down her hair after meeting the scrumptious Ty and Jackson, you are in for a treat as Brooke receives the very finest that SRE has to offer.

This book was a page turning foray into the spiciness that is The Satin Rose Experience. It had me reading into the night. The menage' action was smokin hot and the BDSM elements brought a kick ass dose of sexiness that will have you clamoring for the next  book in the series. (Hopefully soon...if not, I may go into withdrawal!)

Ty and Jackson are lip smacking good and a fantasy come to life! 

5/5




BROOKE’S WISH (The Satin Rose Experience series)
from Evernight Publishing
Release: November 2, 2012

Blurb: A failed relationship and long hours at her flourishing practice have Dr. Brooke Allaire running on empty. When Brooke accepts a girlfriend’s gift of some holiday pampering at New York City’s posh Satin Rose Experience, she assumes she’s in for a weekend of facials and massages. Brooke soon realizes there’s more to SRE than meets the eye.
Ty Venice is a team player. He’s used to sharing submissives with fellow Dom Jackson Reid. However, if there was ever a game changer, Dr. Brooke Allaire was it. That is, until he gets a glimpse at her ultimate fantasy, to be possessed by two men at once.
The Satin Rose Experience, New York’s elite BDSM club residing on the twentieth floor of Rosebud Resorts, contains ten uniquely themed suites, each with its own story to tell. Fulfill your fantasy at SRE.
Excerpt:
“W-who’s there?” Brooke croaked. She put her hands on her hips and straightened her back.
A low chuckle erupted. “Don’t panic, princess. It’s just me.”
Ty. She took a deep breath and smiled.
“Sorry, love. I got carried away taking in the sight of you like this. You look magnificent, Brooke.” His southern drawl was more distinct than the night before.
Warm hands stroked the bare skin under the negligee between the corset and her lace panties. She shivered from the light touch traveling up her back. He untied the ribbon at her neck and slipped the negligee off her shoulders. Heat radiated from his body as he moved to face her and pulled the blindfold from her eyes.
“Hi there,” he said huskily.
Her stomach fluttered when she looked into his eyes. It was a different look for Ty Venice. Thick stubble covered his cheeks and the area above his lip. She recalled how his whiskers scratched her cheeks the previous night and her face heated when she anticipated his stubble abrading the skin of her inner thighs. She lowered her eyelids to his bare shoulders. Her breath caught at the sight of his muscular chest and arms. Reaching out, she traced her fingertips over the outline of a detailed rose tattooed on the muscular curve of his bicep. A combination of musk and manliness filled her senses. She continued her gaze downward and followed a line of soft hair to the unfastened button of rumpled khaki pants. Brooke looked back to his face and he smiled seemingly enjoying watching her visual journey down his body.
“Hi.” She smiled back.
Ty hooked his thumb under her chin and lifted her face to his.
“I heard you requested me, love.” His lips were just a whisper away from hers. “Everything okay?” There was concern in his voice.
Brooke opened her mouth to speak but closed it again and nodded. Her heart beat wildly as his hand gently stroked her cheek.
BROOKE’S WISH is available here:
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Bio:
Sandra Bunino began a love of romance stories while penning a creative writing assignment in high school. The story ended with the heroine receiving a long stemmed red rose in her locker on Valentine’s Day. Since then, all of her stories feature the hero presenting the heroine with roses. Sandra is constantly searching for different ways to achieve a heart-pumping, stomach-flipping, breath-catching reaction from her readers.
Her books and short stories include Marooned in Miami, Lusted in Las Vegas, Sara’s Smile, The Satin Rose Experience (short story in the Keyboards and Kink anthology) and Mia’s Submission.


Monday, November 19, 2012

I Heard Your Voice Virtual Tour




I Heard Your Voice
Tanith Davenport

Genre: Paranormal erotic romance

Publisher: Total-e-Bound
ISBN: 978-1-78184-105-1

Number of pages: 68
Word Count: 20,000

Cover Artist: Posh Gosh


Book Description:
Tamar Steele’s life was never supposed to be like this. A sensitive working with a team of paranormal investigators, she is trapped in a loveless relationship with the team’s medium, Reed James, who believes that having sex on haunted ground enhances paranormal activity. Tamar maintains their partnership for the sake of the crew, forcing herself to ignore the burgeoning sexual tension between her and fellow investigator Jason Bray.
Until one night when, alone and bored, Tamar sings to herself and is knocked to the ground by an invisible force. Somehow she is able to invoke spirits with the power of her voice. And one particular sexy, matchmaking spirit is determined to turn her life upside down.



Introducing Tamar

When I’m writing a full-length novel, I do a lot of work on character background. For a short, less so. I Heard Your Voice is a novella, so I ended up with quite a lot of character and very little that I could fit into the story.

So what better thing to do than profile my heroine Tamar Steele?

Tamar is a paranormal investigator who has been with her team since they all met at university. She’s the group’s webmaster and also one of their sensitives, who assist the medium by using their own ability to sense spirits.

Although the team is struggling financially, Tamar is fiercely independent. She has her own flat and her own car – relying on others for lifts has left her stranded in the past. Her family is supportive, but as one of sixteen children (yes, sixteen – her parents were an active and fertile couple) she’s used to putting others ahead of herself for the greater good.

And, like many women, she’s susceptible to the charms of a charismatic man, which leads her to the situation in which we find her at the start of the story – stuck in a loveless relationship with arrogant medium Reed James, whose primary interest in her is her part in his pre-investigation ritual: sex on haunted ground.

I’m hoping to write sequels to I Heard Your Voice, introduce a few siblings (one sister is an aromatherapist – I’m sure I could work that in somewhere) and develop Tamar’s desire to make the team into true paranormal investigators, visiting new haunted locations without having to play to the paying guests. So if things go well, all this character work will come in useful after all…


The Review:

This book had a unique flavor to it. You have a paranormal element to it that really brings you into the story like crazy. I was hooked the second I picked it up and kept reading until it was (sadly) over. The ghostly medium antics were fun and I loved hating Reed. Tamar was a very real character that I look forward to seeing in more books coming up. 

The sex scenes were twofold. You had the "service me" mode for Reed that was just plain horrid and then you had the panty melting scenes with Jason and his ghostly brother. Oh man. Hotness.

Don't miss this unique erotic foray into the world of ghost hunting and what it really takes to get ghosts to respond to you, hook line and sinker.

4.5/5




About the Author:
Tanith Davenport lives in Yorkshire with her long-suffering husband and pampered cats. Her interests range wildly between rock music and modern cinema to medieval literature and the language of flowers. She loves to travel and dreams of one day taking a driving tour of the United States, preferably in a classic 1950s pink Cadillac Eldorado.

Tanith's idea of heaven is an Indian head massage with a Mojito at her side.







Tour wide giveaway is an ebook copy of I Heard Your Voice

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Mia's Submission: The Review



Hardworking Mia Lavender's been offered a promotion she can’t refuse--VP of Client Experience at New York’s exclusive BDSM club, The Satin Rose Experience, or SRE. Mia's kept her submissive tendencies a secret, until now. She'll have ample opportunity to explore her fantasy because to succeed in her new role at SRE, she will need on-the-job training at the hands of Asher Cane.

During Asher Cane's very first training session with Mia, he fails to follow his own rules and has the hottest vanilla sex of his life. Mia needs training, and Asher is damned if he'll allow another Dom to touch her. Can Asher be the dispassionate trainer Mia needs to learn the exquisite give and take of dominance and submission? Or will Mia's submission come only at the cost of his heart?


Mia’s Submission is Book One of The Satin Rose Experience (SRE) series.

SRE, New York’s elite BDSM club residing on the twentieth floor of Rosebud Resorts, contains ten uniquely themed suites, each with its own story to tell. Find the introduction of SRE in The Satin Rose Experience, a short story in Evernight Publishing’s Keyboards and Kink Anthology.



Have you ever wanted to experience the perfect vacation? Your own personal fantasy island? Then you need to go and visit SRE for yourself.

In the Keyboards and Kink Anthology you met Mia, a young woman who has a secret. She has been hiding her submissive tendencies until Asher Cane sees in her a passion that has the potential to feed his Dominant side and become the new Vice President of SRE. Does she have what it takes to embrace her on the job training as a submissive?  Can she walk the walk her clients experience and emerge a woman who knows the hidden pleasures that await in The Satin Rose Experience?

This book was sinfully sexy and I loved every minute of it. As you journey with Mia into her foray into BDSM, the pages smoke hotter than an e-reader on fire. Every sensual scene ratchets up the steaminess. Mia learns the sensuous power that being a submissive wields as she tastes the decadent delights that await her in SRE.

Fantasy island has nothing on The Satin Rose Experience. Join Mia as Asher  unleashes the sensual being within her and she embraces her new role as VP of SRE. This job has some unique on the job training you will never forget.

5/5

Join me on November 20th for another visit to SRE with a sexy interview and excerpt from Brooke's Wish.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Sinister Seductions Virtual Tour



Sinister Seductions
A Crushing Hearts Black Butterfly Anthology
Edited by Roxanne Rhoads
Delightfully dark tales of paranormal desires and sinister seductions grace the pages of this CHBB anthology filled with short stories and poetry from: Raven Corinn Carluk,  Amanda Browning, Ann Gimpel, Roxanne Rhoads, Adam Clark, Lisa Goldman , Nathan Squiers, Selena D. Jenkins, DJ Shaw, Livia Olteano, Joseph J. Langan, and S.J. Thomas
Werewolves, vampires, demons and more will take you on a journey of forbidden seduction luring you into lairs of devilish delights and sinister depravity.
Indulge yourself in darkness.

Table of Contents:

A Sinister Seduction
Intro Poem
By Amanda Browning

Dragon’s Den
by Raven Corinn Carluk 

Wolf Bytes
By Ann Gimpel, Ph.D.

Underneath the Fangs
By Roxanne Rhoads

Drain the Blood
A Poem
By Adam Clark

Detonating the Bomb
By Lisa Goldman

A Howl at the Moon
By Nathan Squiers

A Magikal Match
By Selena D. Jenkins

Devilish Delights and Rancid Offerings
By DJ Shaw

Drained
A Poem
By Roxanne Rhoads

Mistress
by Livia Olteano

Sin With Me
By Amanda Browning 

Persephone
By Joseph J. Langan

Forbidden Taste
By S.J. Thomas

Midnight Mistress

A Poem
By Roxanne Rhoads



This book was a dark fantasy with edgy wanderings into shadowed places. Poetry and stories abound in this collection that will have you up nights reading. Sinfully sexy and some just sinister, this aught to make you smile and love just a little of the dark side. 

4/5

Guest Post:

Weres and Other Shifters
What is it about shifters? Why do good books about them fly off the shelves (or e-shelves as the case may be)?
They’re an intriguing corner of paranormal fantasy. I think they hold universal appeal because which one of us hasn’t wished they could be something else, at least for a little while. And that something else usually has magical powers: invisibility, incredible speed, the ability to grant wishes, to name but a few.
Aletha, the protagonist in Wolf Bytes (my story in the Sinister Seductions Anthology) is a hit woman who’s also a werewolf. Well, actually, she’s a lycan. They’re sort of like werewolves, but they can shift whenever they want to, as opposed to being tied to the full moon, or nighttime. She’s overwhelmingly competent as a human: good with firearms, knows martial arts, and meets the world on her own terms, making it do her bidding.
That’s pretty much a requirement for heroes these days. They need to be larger than life; able to take on all comers and prevail. We all like to win, which is why we’re drawn to protagonists who do. There’s a still, small voice within that says to us, “They could do it. If they could, so can I. Never mind their second nature is a wolf/bear/unicorn.”
I blogged a while back about heroes. And how fickle the public is about both offering and withdrawing hero status. Well, shifters aren’t any different in that regard. They hold some of their own in high regard. Others not so much. Most of the well-known shifter series describe discrete castes. Usually, the more power you have, the more respect you command. (Big surprise. Garden variety humans are the same way.)
Circling back to Aletha, who’s trying to hide her shifter status from her employer. She has nerves of steel and kills on command without so much as a second thought. She prefers killing in wolf form, though. I tried to ask her about why that was and got a sort of garbled answer that came down to it being more satisfying to sink your incisors into yielding flesh than to point a nice, sterile gun from twenty paces and fire it. Guess wolves like it up close and personal.
There’s lots about Aletha that’s easy to relate to. She’s strong with a take no prisoners attitude. And given what she does for a living, she feels the need to be extremely careful. She’s killed enough people that she’s never sure who might be lying in wait to dust her. She’s lonely, though. Her dual nature makes it tough to go on casual dates. Besides, sometimes in the heat of passion, she has a problem: her wolf side pushes to the fore and she partially transforms. Sort of tough to explain that to the hottie she picked up in the bar.
Speaking of, ahem, hotties and shifter sex— From an author’s perspective (or at least from mine since it’s challenging to speak for anyone else), one of the fun parts of having shifters as characters in paranormal romance with erotic overtones is figuring out what sex would feel like if you were other than human. In one story I wrote, the shifters were whales who’d assumed human form so they could try to save the oceans from heavy metal contamination. One of the plusses (about the only one, actually) that the whales found about their human bodies was sex. Turns out whale sex was mostly haunting love songs with very occasional couplings. Whale pregnancies last fourteen to twenty-two months and there’s not much fiddling around when the female can’t get pregnant. Sorry, off on a tangent there. Happens a lot, actually.
Writing the lycan story was intriguing. It’s the fourth one I’ve written if you count the two with wargs as protags. I’m drawn to wolf-human shifters, maybe because of my lifelong love affair with large dogs and wolf hybrids. I’ve actually spent enough time training dogs I understand how they think, which means I can write about them and make it feel real.
Wrapping things up here, shifters represent ancient patterns of personality that are part of our shared human heritage. That’s why they’re easy to relate to and why we like to read stories featuring them. That’s actually a whole other topic: archetypes. But as they say, another blog for another day.

What are your favorite shifters? Why them and not another form? If you could be any shifter, who would it be and why?

That is an interesting question...I still have a fascination with werewolves and some pretty sexy story ideas in the works for one too...

Thanks for being on the blog today and Congrats on the super sinister book!










About the Editor and Author:
Story strumpet, tome loving tart, eccentric night owl...these words describe book publicist and erotic romance author Roxanne Rhoads.
When not fulfilling one the many roles being a wife and mother of three require, Roxanne's world revolves around words...reading them, writing them, editing them, and talking about them. In addition to writing her own stories she loves to read, promote and review what others write.
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Excerpt from Dragon’s Den
by Raven Corinn Carluk

The Dragon’s Den was a contemptible nest of scruff and depravity, but it was where my bounty had led me. One little demoness was going to earn me a load of cash, so I wasn’t going to let the sex club scare me off. As one of the top bounty hunters in three dimensions, I had certainly been in worse places, and would be again.
Staring at the white marble facade wasn’t going to get me paid. Checking my weapons, I strode past the bouncer. His gaze was heavy on my breasts, but the big orc said nothing. The Dragon’s Den resided at a nexus of dimensions, they saw weirder things than a mixed-blood bounty hunter like me. I bumped into him as I passed, giving him a bribe; the rest of the bouncers would now leave me alone to do what I needed.
Stepping past the ornate double doors, I realized I was over-dressed for the place. The servers wore harnesses of latex, barely enough synthetic fabric to be called an uniform. Some patrons wore outfits so tight as to leave nothing to the imagination, and others wore nothing at all. Everything was meant to tantalize and taunt, to appeal to sexuality and hunger.
I looked downright prudish in my wyvern leather armor and battle harness. The sapphire and onyx scales normally looked exotic, tight enough to reveal my figure and not get in the way in a battle, leaving only my pale hands and face exposed. Amongst this pool of deviants, not even the eight knives sheathed around my body were anything special.
Touching my blue hair trapped in its topknot, I wished I’d hunted in this club before; it was nice to not stand out.
Not that the freakiest of freaks would stand out here. Magic and technology combined in an unique atmosphere. Music blared and lights flashed while faeries sparkled and elves summoned colorful illusions. More than a dozen races were present, most of them revealing large portions of their anatomy.
Even though I stood in the middle of the entryway, no one said anything to me. Not surprising; most denizens of the crossworlds knew Brygny was a fearsome bounty hunter, and that I wasn’t above a little collateral damage to get my way. I’d yet to meet anyone who didn’t tremble slightly at my name.
Not bad for a genetic hybrid. Instead of being scoffed at and shunned, I used my mixed abilities to carve a name in the multiverse. I was one of those rare cases of mutation where I wasn’t just a bundle of flaws. And with no one people to call my own, no one got special treatment from me.
Of course, with everyone so lost in hedonism, I’d have to play especially rough if someone got in my way.
The demoness I hunted was here, on one of the top floors. Three stories of depraved sex and violence between me and her. Sniffing deep the drug-laden air, I told myself I’d be able to handle it. As much as the blood and lust enticed me, it would take more than this weak crowd to draw me from my job.
I mounted the stairs, letting my senses roam through the Den-goers. I had the hunting abilities of dragon, vampire, weretiger, and a few other species, meaning I could quickly sort through potential prey in a heartbeat. With three decades of collecting bounties under my belt, labeling enemy and non-combatant and potential antagonist was a subconscious job now.
The majority of this group was too intoxicated to be any form of threat. Even the demons and orcs were deep in their addled fantasies, so far gone they wouldn’t know if I attacked them. So long as no one pulled me into one of their little games, I should have no problems getting in and out with my target.
I ascended to the first story, and the club revealed its true nature. The ground floor was all dancing and getting to know one another. This floor was candle-lit booths and diners, with a mingling crowd exploring their bodies. Sex and drugs and decadence were only a front for dark dealings, though. Assassins were given orders, slaves were traded, loot was sold to people who asked no questions.
Not that any of it was out in the open. None of the patrons flaunted what they did, or tried to call attention to themselves. A casual observer would only see club-goers watching the displays of flesh and talking to each other. Even the body guards looked like just other deviants.
But I wasn’t a casual observer. I sensed who was high, who was hungry, who was angry, who was desirous, who was armed. The currents in the air brought me tastes of the emotive cloud, let me know who was watching me. Not many had eyes for me on this level, and I moved quickly through them.