Blurb: Freeing the Beast
No more Mr. Nice Guy.
Magic is Becca Salt’s
business, but it ain’t happening in her bedroom. The half-witch proprietress of
From Crud to Stud performs miracle makeovers for paranormal creatures. Once
she’s done with them, they’re out the door hunting for hot babes, not hanging
around for a too-curvy, plain Jane like her.
Her newest client is
hot, hung, mouthwatering perfection. What could she possibly improve upon?
Eric Diletto. Descendant
of Cupid, bred for courtship, courtesy, and all that other gentlemanly junk.
What has it gotten him? Dumped time and again for bad boys. He needs Becca’s
help for an entirely different reason—regression therapy to release his inner
beast. Grrrr.
Two potions later,
they’re crawling all over each other. Becca aches for a man who loves her as
she is, not because he’s under the influence. But Eric isn’t as impaired as she
thinks. And he intends to take Becca here, there, and everywhere—anything to convince
her his desire isn’t just the potions talking.
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Product Warnings
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!
Excerpt:
From the next room, something rammed into the
wall.
“Don’t do that,” a woman warned. Her gravelly
voice sounded as if she’d been gargling with Drāno.
A hiss from Hell answered her, followed by more
pounding that shook the photos hanging in here. All depicting the French
Quarter with weird symbols gracing the edges. Greek? Martian? Who knew?
Despite the redhead’s allure, it was definitely
time to get out of this looney bin.
Eric shoved his feet into his loafers and pulled
on his shirt, not bothering to button the damn thing. With his boxers dangling
from his front pocket, he moved cautiously to the door and put his ear against
it.
Muted howls, shrieks and groans greeted him.
Would he have to fight his way out? He knew some
martial arts but wasn’t a whiz at it like Neo who’d spun like a human tornado
in The Matrix. Hell, he wasn’t even a
beast, which was why he’d come here in the first place.
Nitwit.
Still cursing himself, he edged the door open
and peeked around it. The redhead was gone.
Her fragrance lingered. Something deep,
seductive, witchy—for lack of a better word—which brought to mind sultry
nights, the rustling of black silk, the delight of female musk.
He swallowed, then wrinkled his nose at another
smell. The odor burnt matches make.
Slipping into the hall, he closed the door
carefully so it wouldn’t make any noise. Not that anyone would notice given the
commotion going on in the other rooms. Bangs, snaps, growls and hisses coupled
with female voices begging or cooing. Some of those women sounded older than
Death. Others spoke lightly, musically.
None of the normal voices was as nice as the
redhead’s throaty purr. Her effect on Eric’s cock lingered. The damn thing was
on the prowl, getting too thick, trying to crawl out of his snug boxers and go
straight to…where? Her?
Yeah, right.
Ignoring his idiotic desire, Eric strode down
the hall and stopped short of the front door, his blood turning to ice.
The young woman who stood between him and
freedom looked to be about fourteen and dressed in a schoolgirl’s uniform.
Plaid skirt, white blouse, saddle shoes. She crossed her arms over her flat
chest and shook her head at him.
A powerful blast of sulfur hit Eric. He made a
face at the unpleasant stench.
She scrunched her nose, either smelling what he
had or mocking him. The ring in her nostril glinted.
He forced a smile and risked another step toward
her. “Excuse me. You’re in my way.”
“You think?” She glowered. “You’re not leaving.”
Eric debated whether he could take her. She was
a little thing, but the smoke rising from the ends of her hair and shoulders
could be a problem. She might mutate into something worse than whatever kept
hitting the walls in this place. Even the pictures up here bounced slightly.
He tried to reason. “I have another appointment.
I’m expected.”
His lie didn’t faze her in the least.
“Seriously,” he insisted, squaring his
shoulders, trying to look even bigger than he was and far crazier than her. “If
I don’t show up—”
“You can leave. We have no intention of keeping
you here.”
He turned at that husky, sexier-than-sin
promise.
The redhead leaned against the wall, her attention
darting from his boxers—haphazardly crammed into his pocket—to what she could
see of his naked chest. There, she lingered, running her maroon-polished nail
over her belly button.
Eric’s face went slack. He imagined licking that
sweet depression, touching the silver butterfly dangling from it, then moving
lower. To the pleasure beneath her harem pants.
About Tina:
I’m an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic,
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