It’s naughty, so Jody, don’t read it!
Rafe shifted and followed the scents downstream. As he came to the edge of a narrow bluff he looked down to see Falon and Lucien lying naked on the bank, their limbs entwined, their lips locked. Falon’s essence was strong. It permeated the forest, its seductive snare luring him down the steep incline. Rafe growled at her ardor for his brother. And yet, despite his anger, his blood warmed at the erotic sight of Falon writhing sensually beneath Lucien.
He shifted and moved closer.
Gods, she was sexy as hell. He could smell… Read more »
I always do after I turn in a book. Turning in BLOOD VOW was especially emotional because I have lived and breathed Rafael, Falon and Lucien for over two years now. I’ve been there through their joys, their self-discovery, their pain, their sorrow and their love. I’ve watched them suffer more in the span of three months then a city of people do in ten life times. And when I typed The End, I sat there staring blankly at my flashing cursor, blinking back tears. And, yes, fist pumping the air with relief. The story that would not end… Read more »
Two things happened recently that prompted this blog topic. The first was a candid dinner table conversation last week between my eldest son who is 26 and his gf who is the same age. The conversation originated because they’re both supremely jealous. My son has a colorful love life history, and his gf has some issues with them constantly bumping into one of his ex’s. I get it but like I told her, you can’t change his past, move forward. Well, apparently my son has the same problem when it comes to her past, so, in that respect they feed… Read more »
(scene set up: Lucien in his dumbassness to dominate our girl, forbids Falon from wearing clothes. Ever an obedient mate she obeys…)
“Why not hear him out?” Falon’s husky voice said from behind him.
Lucien stiffened and slowly turned around. His eyes widened, then narrowed as his blood pressure shot up one hundred points. He swiped his hand across his chin. Jesus Christ! The woman had bigger balls than he did.
Lucien glanced at Sledge and his temper spiked dangerously. He could deal with Falon butting in on a subject she had no understanding of, but what he refused… Read more »
Oh, yeah, I did. And I liked it.
If someone had told me ten years ago that I’d be writing lycan erotic romance and loving it, I would have looked over my shoulder and said, “Who are you talking to?”
At the time, I was a straight romantic suspense girl. It’s what I loved to read and write (aside from medieval historicals!). I not only was not interested in shifters or vampires (altho, hello, shifters and vamps are sexy!), at the time, paranormal was so outside the box it was a word you didn’t say, much less write. Steamy… Read more »