As a writer, the ‘what ifs’ in life are what get my creative juices flowing. In one instance, I was in a department store and several women were getting slathered with cosmetics for an in-store makeover session. My mind jumped from how awful it is that our culture makes women and men feel unworthy in order to sell cosmetics, gym memberships, hair restoration, and what-not, to what if supernatural creatures had to go through the same stuff as mere mortals?
Thus my Taming the Beast series was born. Freeing the Beast book one is available for preorder – ready to read October 17. Here’s the cover art, series blurb, book one blurb, excerpt and teasers. Hope they make you smile as they did with me.
Erotic Paranormal – Romantic Comedy
PREORDER – READY TO READ OCTOBER 17
Magic has never been as sexy or as fun. In New Orleans’ French Quarter From Crud to Stud is the makeover service for supernatural beings who want to tame their beasts so they can date mortal babes. Owned by a half-witch and staffed by a good fairy, a reformed female demon, and a voodoo priestess—among others—the place is always hopping. There’s moonlight therapy for weres, aversion therapy to keep vamps from sinking their fangs in anyone’s neck, and no end of spells, potions, and treatments. These ladies definitely put the boys through their paces. But it’s not all work as they search for their one true love. Their journeys aren’t easy, but they’re definitely magical.
Freeing the Beast blurb:
No more Mr. Nice Guy.
For Becca Salt being a witch isn’t all magic. Too curvy and lonely, she spends her nights running a makeover service for demons, vamps, weres and zombies who want to project a more human, normal side. Their goal? To get the babes without the authorities hunting them down like rabid dogs. Once Becca suppresses the worst of their beast, they’re on the hunt and gone.
Dating has been a definite bitch for Eric Diletto. Although he’s hot and hung, he’s also one of Cupid’s descendants—a god born to believe in courtship, courtesy and all that other junk. Tired of women dumping him for the bad boys, Eric hires Becca to release his inner beast. Grrrr.
Two potions later, they’re crawling all over each other. With Eric’s newfound dominance, he’s definitely the man. And the god, who intends to take Becca here, there and everywhere. Who said sorcery and love wasn’t fun?
Warning—a witchdoctor’s nightmare. Contains potions with weird side effects, a sorceress with limited magical skills and a yearning heart, plus a minor god who wants to get down and dirty. Bad, bad boy.
“You’re going to do my treatments in here?” There wasn’t any equipment around or things one might use for magic, like chicken feet, wands and other stuff.
“Before we begin, you need to read this.” She slid the papers she’d been reading across the desk to him.
He grabbed a chair and sat. “Is that the process?”
“In a manner of speaking.”
“What’s that mean?”
“It’s the contract you have to sign or nothing, and I do mean nothing, happens.”
Jesus, she was hardcore today. As a rule, business owners were that way with people who didn’t want their services, not ones who did. He bounced the inch-thick papers on his palm to test their weight. “I’m guessing this sucker weighs a pound. Am I right?”
She drummed her fingertips on her naked belly. Tiny silver stars cascaded from her navel. Each time she breathed, the jewelry caught the light.
He wanted to kiss the baubles and her dewy flesh.
She wore the same basic outfit she had when they had first met—flowy pants and a top that tied beneath her breasts, only these were in sapphire blue. The same shade as her eyes. Her makeup was no less dramatic than the last time—crimson lipstick that made her mouth undeniably kissable and black stuff surrounding her lids.
What a babe. Too bad she wasn’t into him. Maybe with the junk she came up with to bring out his beast, she would be. “Is your service usually this complicated?” He lifted the papers and hoped she wasn’t using them to run him off.
“The contract is simply full disclosure to help you understand the process. So you’re completely protected.”
A Wall Street hedge fund manager couldn’t have sounded as evasive. “Protected against what?”
Her face paled. She gestured to the papers he held. “It’s all in there. Go on, read it.”
“That could take days.”
She glanced to the right, the left and past him. When she’d run out of places to look, she dragged her attention back to his face. “Most of it’s standard legal junk. I’ve highlighted the important parts.”
“The ones that will release my inner beast.”
“In a manner of speaking.”
That again. She sounded far less confident than Eric would have liked or expected. He dropped the contract on her desk. The draft it created sent other papers floating to the edge.
Becca caught them before they fell to the floor. Her top gapped, exposing her lacy black bra. He gripped his chair and leaned up, rubbernecking.