Sunday, December 28, 2008

Spotlight Nera Ragno

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

The author of SHE Of The Forbidden Zone, Nera Ragno has loved science fiction movies since seeing ‘The Blob” and ‘The Thing”. Interestingly, Nera Ragno means ‘black spider’ in Italian and the beast within the Fahdian race is a black widow spider. The females tend to get fangy when maleness makes the scene. A male needs to possess exceptional attributes to mate with a High Priestess — any normal dude will just get fanged. Combining a fangy black widow with a cocky playboy in an erotic romp was fun.

The author's alter ego has written over a dozen screenplays, but this is the first venture into campy science fiction comedy. Additional novels are underway in the universe, with an interesting twist. Stay tuned to discover what it is.


Blurb:

SHE of the Forbidden Zone

In a universe controlled by women, the GRAND FAHD reigns supreme over her HIGH PRIESTESSES, whose bellies display the red hourglass of the black widow spider. Each High Priestess reigns over her clan for a specified period during which time they mate within a cycle to produce a child - for what woman can be the mother to her clan if she is not a mother to a child. Fahdian women can only conceive if they take a capsule of Essence, which simultaneously seduces their partner. Once they conceive, they can remain a High Priestess, but if they remain virgins or fail to conceive, they are removed from their obligations to the Sisterhood & another takes their place. Males are groomed as studs & bring a dowry. Only the most skilled & wise can evade the fangs of a High Priestess & live on as her beloved Consort - even then more protection is desirable.

SHE, the Grand Fahd’s right hand High Priestess, is a virgin at the end of her reigning cycle. She has promised her younger sister, VASHTI, the next mating choice, but the Grand Fahd forbids it, planning to mate her own son, cocky ARKOS, whose sperm only produces highly prized females, to She. But Arkos is injured & instead She will mate with JOX. Fortunately the mating goes awry. Cat burglar NIRVANA, hired by Vashti who can succeed She as High Priestess only if She remains barren, steals Jox’s dowry of diamonds. Vashti is secretly in league with other High Priestesses who need her deciding vote for war against the CONFEDERATION OF QUEENS. The Grand Fahd learns of the scheme & prefers subterfuge to confrontation, especially when Nirvana ultimately answers to the Grand Fahd. She’s passion turns to rage when Jox deflects her question about the dowry. Jox is fanged & dies. She looks forward to the next phase of her life: retirement as a High Priestess, able to explore the galaxy & no longer answer to the Grand Fahd, though she wonders about the missed sexual delights. The Grand Fahd has other plans & encourages the recovered Arkos to explore the Forbidden Zone, where he can choose to mate with a High Priestess, if pursued. Arkos is confident that he will not be fanged; he has his FATHER’S Anti-Essence & his father still lives!



Monday, December 22, 2008

Kiki Howell Author Spotlight




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Melissa at Paranormal Romance Reviews said of The Healing Spell,
“Kiki Howell wove a story of magic that drew me in on the first page. I was impressed with Samantha and how well she knows herself and her craft. David is like most of us; he has lost his way and does not know who he is or what he wants any longer. Kiki’s use of words and descriptions is indescribable and weaves a kind of magic around the reader. This is my first experience with Kiki Howell, but after reading The Healing Spell, she is now at the top of my to be read list!”

BLURB:
Samantha, a confident witch, is eager to help David, a creatively frustrated ad executive she happens upon. She proposes a daring venture in which she will lead him through the steps of a sexual magic spell with the intent to heal him. Instantly mesmerized by her beauty and knowledge, he soon learns that pleasure is magick as they create an energy circle by bathing, massaging and arousing one another in various positions.
Yet, once the spell has been completed, he finds he cannot just take his talisman and walk away from her, and the witch finds her carefully protected heart on the line. When the tables turn will David be able to teach the teacher a thing or two about romance…
EXCERPT:
“Here again?”
It wasn’t so much the voice, as the sound breaking through the silent stillness that made his breath hitch and his body jolt. Reacting on instinct, his hands braced in front of his body hunching his shoulders. He rounded on the source of the words.
The rapid beat of his heart gave way to a burst of boyish laughter as the voice emerged in the form of a woman just wanton enough to look like she belonged in the foliage that still partially concealed her.
She seemed to take no offense to his folly standing there braced against a tree. A thousand tiny fibers in her cloak shimmered in the moonlight. The waves of her fair hair formed an aura lighting her skin to a satin-like sheen.
“Sorry, you scared me. I thought I was alone, and then I saw…” He paused, distracted as she slithered from the tree. With her hands on her hips, the curves of her body were revealed. She fit with the forest, a combination of soft shapes and drastic edges.
“I have watched you hovering over this small stream of water listless, barely living at the survival level of existence.” The trim fingers of her hand came to rest on his still thumping heart. “I can help you remember that pleasure is the magick of life, if you are daring enough to follow me.”
Before he could try to make sense of her poetic proposal, her fingers strummed over his cock. In their wake, a flow of vibrations prickled into his skin then streaked through his veins. He was incapable of a reply. The words she uttered and the senses she invoked intermixed into a blissful confusion.
“Come with me. I can only help you if you come of your own free will.” She pivoted and blended into the woods. His body lurched forward as if drawn by a magnetic force. He scrambled to keep up with her leaving behind his occupational worries to drown in the shallow stream.
“You have no idea of the great venture awaiting you. You shall learn creativity can be renewed once the body is gratified. The benefits of sex are numerous. I promise you it will be worth your time.”


Monday, December 15, 2008

Pleasure After The Pain by Savannah Chase in the Spotlight

Pleasure After The Pain
by Savannah Chase

Erotic Romance: Contemporary
ISBN: 978-1-60435-201-6
Cover Artist: Ash Arceneaux
Editor: Brissa Lyons
Word Count: 8,820
Release Date: September 11, 2008

What is your wildest fantasy about getting a tattoo?

A night out on the town with a friend ends up bringing Serene to a tattoo parlor. There she discovers a tattoo that takes a hold of her. Something about it calls to her. Body art can bring pleasure to its owner but this tattoo brings more pleasure then Serena ever imagined.

Will Serena's tattoo give her more pleasure than she could imagine or will it be a fleeting moment of pleasure after the pain?
Excerpt
“Do me a favor and lock the door behind you. I was just clearing up and getting ready to close.”

Once more, Jack lifted up his head from what he was doing and looked my way. His glance made me nervous, and scared.

“Is something wrong, Serena?”

“I want you to ink me.” The words just flew out of my mouth. I didn’t even regret saying them. At that very moment, I knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted him. Anyone else would think that it was probably a hasty decision, but I didn’t. This was what I was searching for. I’d held out for the perfect piece of art and I knew that he was it.

“From what I remember, you said you hadn’t found anything you wanted.. What changed your mind so fast?” He began making his way towards me.

“The drawing that fell out of the book. That’s what I want. I know it sounds stupid, but something is drawing me to have him. I can’t explain it. All I know is I have to have him on my back, the same place he has his tattoo of the sword.” I held my breath, waiting his answer.

From the look in his eyes, I could tell he knew exactly why I had returned, but he didn’t mention a word.

Standing there, I knew that by the time I left this place, I would have him branding my body and the thought aroused me, like nothing had ever done before.

“That design is not for tattooing. I don’t even know how it ended up being in that binder anyway. You have all these other designs on the wall to choose from. Why don’t you pick from there?”

I didn’t understand why he was making such a big deal out of the picture.

“I don’t want anything else. I want you to give me him.” I had come this far and there was no way I was going to back down. Not now.

He sat at the computer quietly for a few seconds, contemplating an answer. I didn’t know what he would decide, but if he wouldn’t agree, I would keep pushing until he did.

“I’ll tell you, this is one of a kind, and I’m not just saying that. Nobody’s ever had him inked on their flesh. I was told once that the tattoo is magical.. There’s a legend about a warrior who’d been cursed. His punishment was to live eternity in the form of a tattoo. So what makes you think I’m going to ink him on yours?”

It was kind of strange for him to tell me something like that. There was no such thing as magic. Was there? Everyone says that something is one of a kind, but that’s never really true. I didn’t know the guy, yet something about the way Jack said it, this time I actually believed he told the truth.

“I want that on my body and I will pay double for it. Magic or no magic, I want it.”

His eyebrows arched in surprise. He wasn’t expecting to hear that.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

I have a confession...

I have an addiction... It not one you'll think is bad, unless you happen to be my editor. LOL.

My addiction is commas. I noticed when I was editing some of my work last night. I put commas everywhere.
Now I'll be the first to admit that grammar is not my forte, I'm getting better at it, but I'm still not great. I also have issues with spelling, but that's another post.

Yeah I hear you.
"So why did you become a writer?"

Because despite these things I'm good at it. And these things can be learned, if you really put your mind to it. Also doesn't everyone make grammar or spelling mistakes every now and again.

Now what do I plan to do about my little problem.
My very first editor suggested I buy a book called
Eats, Shoots, & Leaves: The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation. Which of course I did.
I've also discovered a podcast called, Grammar Girl's Quick and Dirty Tips for Better Writing.
And of course the internet is full of useful sites, like these.
How To Use The Comma: Simple rules and hints that help you stop comma abuse
The Blue Book of Grammar and Punctuation
The Guide to Grammar and Writing
Basically I'm going to teach myself high school English, but hey at least I'm trying to fix my comma addiction. Now quick question how many times did I misuse a comma in this post?

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Merry Christmas from MSA



Don't forget to stop by Midnight Seductions Yahoo Group for our
1yr anniversary party on the 15th



Monday, December 8, 2008

Authors Spotlight Eve Summers



WHY I WROTE THE BOOK:
The theme of A Slave of My Own Desire is "Good boys are boring in bed. Bad boys are goooood." Think Sawyer from LOST, think Hank from Californication (no, I don't mean Fox Mulder), think the sweet-talking twenty-something JD (Brad Pitt) from Thelma and Louise.
So I asked the why question... and A Slave of My Own Desire was born.

Author: Eve Summers
Publisher: Red Rose Publishing

BLURB:
He will force her to do everything she's always wanted to try but was too polite to ask....
EXCERPT:

I keep assuring her I’m fine. We’re still standing in the hallway, I in my flimsy dressing gown, my sister in her party finery, and it’s beginning to dawn on Gina that I’m not going to ask her to make herself at home the way I usually do.

“Look,” she says. “The reason I came…. I’m not sure how to say this. It’s just that there was somebody else asking about you when you left, somebody totally unsuitable. Your phone is off so I thought I’d come by to warn you. He’s not the sort -”

Suddenly I hear a sound from the bedroom. He’s switched on the DVD!

I’m going to kill him, I think.

Gina’s cheeks color slightly.

“I’m so sorry,” she says. “I didn’t realize you were… entertaining.”

I smirk as I think back to the last few hours.

“I’m not. Entertaining, that is,” I say truthfully.

Even in her unease, Gina is all prim and proper. My perfect parents’ perfect daughter, with perfect manners and perfect composure. I can bet anything that she didn’t used to sneak around behind their backs sucking off lodgers. And when was the last time anybody drank champagne out of her pussy?

Suddenly I feel almost sorry for her. Poor perfect Gina. She doesn’t know what she’s missing.

“Well,” she says, “I think I’ll be -”

Just at that point, he opens the bedroom door and joins us in the hallway. His chest is bare, but, thank goodness, he’s put on his jeans.

His very tight, very black jeans.

Gina gasps. I wonder whether she too has spotted the tell-tale swelling behind the zipper.

He flashes me a cheeky grin. “Is there a fire yet?” he asks. “You said I could come out if there was one."


Thursday, December 4, 2008

Christmas Contest For Red Rose Publishing

A Grand Christmas Competition
Brought to you by
The Authors of
RED ROSE PUBLISHING

We are happy to announce that there will be four competitions, each will be made up of eight questions and there will be at least eight prizes for the winner of each competition.

Yes, one lucky winner will win eight prizes and there are four chances to be a winner! So four competitions and four winners of at least eight prizes each!
Details on how to enter are over on the RED ROSE PUBLISHING'S Blog

Monday, December 1, 2008

Author Spotlight: Mary A Pope Choices

Choices is going to be going to print.


Excerpt:

Sam reached down and peeled her wet suit from her body. He stood there gazing at her. “You are magnificent.” Lying down next to her, he pulled her in for a deep kiss.

Natalie reached down to touch his arousal. She could feel it straining against the confines of his wet shorts.

He was partially lying on top of her, his hands on either side of her head. He kissed her jawline. Natalie tipped her head back, allowing him access to her neck. He kissed his way down her neck and between her breasts.

Her nipples were hard with excitement. He flicked one tight bud with the tip of his tongue. She moaned and grabbed his hair, pulling him closer. Her body ached for his touch. He licked her nipple, circling around the hard pebble with his tongue. He caressed her other breast with his hand. Using his thumb and forefinger he teased her nipple.

Natalie began to arch her body into him. She wanted to feel more. God, she wanted to feel him inside her.

She moaned. “Now. Sam. Please. God, now.”

“No. You need to know what it’s like to want, but not to have.” His blue eyes were dark with passion. He caressed his hand down her ribs and over her hip. Inch by inch his hand slid down her thigh. With his arm at full length he slowly brought his hand up her inner thigh. Lightly, he touched her. Moaning again, she tried to move her hips closer to his touch.

As he suckled her, his hand slowly began to massage between her legs. She was wet. He grunted. “God you’re hot.” Sam clung to his last thread of self-control. Teasingly, he pushed the tip of his finger inside her. Natalie groaned, moving her hips up to meet his hand. He pulled back before she could force him deeper. He took great pleasure in watching her squirm.

“I want to make you come. I want to watch your body dance with desire.” He teased his finger inside her.

Natalie opened her legs wider for him, not wanting him to stop, begging for more. Her body began to quake. She arched up, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, colors exploding in her mind. Her body quivered as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her body.

When she regained control of her muscles, she grabbed at his shorts, rending seams as she tore them off. With his body free, she grabbed him and pulled him towards her. She lifted her hips to meet him. He slipped the tip inside and then pulled it out. She grabbed his back, thinking, he’s trying to drive me insane. She wrapped her long legs around his hips, forcing his hard shaft back into the warm confines of her body. She began to rise and fall with his movements. The more desperate she became, the faster he moved.

Natalie clung to him.. Her nails dug into his back, clawing for deeper, harder, faster. She could feel her body peak again as he erupted inside of her.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Author Spotlight Angela Cameron

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Sunday, November 16, 2008

Author Spotlight Lisabet Sarai Incognito





Shy and serious by day – insatiable by night.

Betrayed and abandoned by her first lover, shy and studious Miranda Cahill freezes in response to any sexual attention from someone she knows and likes.

During the day, she works diligently on her doctoral thesis. At night, though, she finds herself drawn into increasingly extreme sexual encounters with strangers. Her anonymous secret life begins to take over when she discovers that the masked seducer she meets in a sex club and the charismatic young professor courting her are the same man.

Excerpt – Rated XXX

Mark’s voice was quiet but intense. “My first priority has always been not to hurt you. That very first day in your office, I sensed your conflict, your duality. I wanted you badly, but I could tell that you were going to have to work out this conflict in your own way and in your own time.” He paused, searching her face. “Tonight, I have the feeling that something has changed. That maybe you are finally ready for me.”

He did not touch her, but Miranda felt enfolded by his warmth, his scent, his brash, boyish sexiness. His shorts bloomed with an incipient erection. She was suddenly acutely aware of the polished wood beneath her bare buttocks. Her cross-legged position provided an excellent view of her naked sex, she realised, were it not for the table between them. In any case, Mark was not looking at that shadowy space between her legs. His eyes searched her face, trying to read her response. Emotion flooded in her, admiration, affection, gratitude, spiced with a good measure of lust.

She rose, circled the table, and sat down beside him, taking his hand. “I’m more than ready,” she told him. “But since we are playing Truth or Dare here, I have to be honest about what I have been doing the past few weeks.”

Putting aside her embarrassment, she recounted her amorous adventures since their meeting. He knew, of course, of the ménage à trois, and tonight’s kinks. She told him about coupling in the alley with the Japanese businessman from the subway. She described her experiences with Big Daddy’s discipline, her frightening delight at being spanked and sodomized. Wincing internally, watching his reaction, she confessed her risky debauchery on the billiard table. Mark’s eyes widened, but he said nothing.

“Finally,” said Miranda, “this sexual frenzy is intruding into my work life. You remember that day you found me in the library? If you had arrived only a few moments sooner, you would have found me with my fingers in my pussy, grinding away in orgasm.”

“Yes,” said Mark, amusement in his voice. “I knew about that. But these other tales—Miranda, you amaze me!”

“You’re not angry? Or shocked?”

“Of course not.” He pulled her close to him and whispered in her ear. “I’m delighted that I’ve finally found a partner as adventurous and horny as I am.” He nipped at her earlobe. Sparks leapt up between her legs. Miranda’s whole body sprang to attention, nipples alert, straining to be touched, clitoris equally insistent. His mouth captured hers in one of his fierce, all-consuming kisses, while his hands wandered over her silk-clad torso.

“Let’s go into the bedroom,” gasped Miranda, when she could breathe again. She ached to lay down with this man, to open herself to him.

“I have a better idea,” said Mark. He stood and stripped off his shorts. His erection stood proudly, bobbing in the candlelight. Miranda pulled her dress over her head and tossed it in a corner. The remains of her hairdo disintegrated, ebony locks tumbling over her shoulders.

Moving to one of the windows, he threw it open. Before Miranda grasped what was happening, he stepped through, and held out his hand to her. “Fire escape,” he said with a hint of his usual grin. A thrill passed through her as she understood what he had in mind.

She followed him through the window. A cool breeze off the harbour caressed her bare skin. The wrought iron platform was rough under her feet. She smelled fried batter, rotting fish, incense, anise. A neon sign on a neighbouring roof painted her body in lurid reds and greens.

The apartment looked out on an alley. It was nearly three in the morning. Still, if anyone were to pass by, she and Mark would be completely exposed.

Miranda realised that she loved that thought.

Mark positioned her with her back to the iron railing. “Spread your legs, and hold on.” He crouched before her, gazing at her moist folds arrayed before him. He blew lightly on the delicate flesh. She twitched and trembled in response. “Oh, Miranda,” he sighed, and buried his hungry mouth between her thighs.

There was no tentativeness here, no teasing touches designed to arouse her. In one swift movement he sucked her throbbing clitoris into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. Miranda’s knees buckled. She forced a fist into her mouth to stifle her moans. Mark ate her pussy the same way that he kissed, forcefully, ferociously, with a single-minded intensity that left her dizzy and weak.

Now he used his hands to open her labia wide. He fastened his mouth on her inner lips, applying a delicious suction as if he were devouring the sweet pulp of some juicy fruit. Meanwhile, his tongue probed her deeply, setting up echoes of his studded cock earlier in the evening. Mark’s saliva felt scalding hot on her sensitised tissues, still inflamed from their earlier battering.

The memory of his leather-clad erection superimposed itself upon the current scene. She felt his tongue grow longer and thicker, until it seemed to fill her completely. She pushed her sex at his mouth, her hips tensing as she tried to drive him deeper. She smelled his sweat, and hers. Faintly, as if in the distance, she heard again the snap of the lash and the ribald encouragement of the audience.

The iron railing bit into her back, awakening the sting of her welts, but Miranda hardly noticed. All thought, all attention, was focused on the glorious play of sensations between her legs. She sank her fingers into her partner’s hair and pulled his face into her crotch. He changed his technique in response, sweeping his tongue along the length of her crevice, from her clit to the tender edge of her rear hole and back. Faster and faster he stroked, while Miranda felt orgasm coiling within her, wound tight, waiting.

The aching need suffused her flesh. Her body was strung like a harp, every nerve stretched toward elusive release. She was so close. It seemed that the merest touch would topple her over the edge, and yet she hovered there, seemingly forever, while Mark plied her sex with fingers, lips, tongue and teeth. Her pleasure was tinged, however slightly, with frustration.

Suddenly, Mark rose from his haunches and stood before her. He brushed her lips with his. Miranda felt stickiness, knew the salty seaweed taste of her own arousal. “Relax,” Mark murmured, cupping a breast while he nuzzled just above her collarbone. “Just relax, and trust me.” Miranda felt something shift at the warm sound of his voice. A clenching in her chest, of which she had not been consciously aware, loosened and then seemed to evaporate. “Give yourself to me, Miranda, all of yourself. Don’t hold back.”

As he uttered these words, he reached down and thrust four fingers into Miranda’s cunt. She convulsed around him, finally released. The orgasm went on and on, waves of delight radiating from her centre. Fingertips, toes, earlobes, nipples, tingled and sparked as electric pleasure surged through her. Dimly, she heard herself scream, harsh and shrill as some exotic bird in the night. She would have fallen to her knees on the wrought-iron platform, if Mark had not caught and held her.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Author Spotlight- Savannah Chase's Bid For Love


BID FOR LOVE

Genre: Romance/Contemporary
Length: Short
Price: $2.50
Publication: August 18, 2008
Cover art by Renee Rocco

Her fantasy man is up for auction. Will Nico dare to bid?

Nico's history of romantic disasters has taught her when she gambles on men, she's fated to lose. That doesn't stop her from secretly lusting after Jeff, the handsome construction worker she sees every day on her way to work.

When the New York's Sexiest Bachelor auction begins and Jeff comes up on the block, she's seriously tempted to place a bid. The wager can't be taken lightly -- It might be for a good cause, but she's making a bid for love...
Excerpt
Nico was intrigued by the things people revealed when they only had three minutes to talk and make a first impression. So far, most of them were not good ones.

After all she had seen so far, she was more than ready to bolt, and fast. The only thing left was to figure out how.

Just as her last three minute nightmare was coming to an end, she glanced around the room. Surprisingly she saw something that made the evening even worse than it already was.
There on the other side of the room, sitting at a table, was Jeff. The man who rocked her world. The man she wanted with every fiber of her being.

He was seated with a drop dead gorgeous brunette who had the tightest little number on she had ever seen. The woman's extra large sized breasts were pushed up and out for every guy to see. There was no way to miss them.

Nico tried to finish off the last few moments of her meeting with her current so-called date, but her attention kept shifting back to Jeff. It didn't help that the woman he sat with was throwing herself at him. The flirtation couldn't have been any more obvious, especially considering her leg was rubbing his up and down before it disappeared above his knees. One of Jeff's hands was also under the table.

She could only imagine what he was doing. Actually she didn't have to, she knew exactly what he was doing and she wished she wasn't here to witness it.


Monday, November 10, 2008

Monday, November 3, 2008

Author Spotlight Paige Tyler- Animal Attraction




Animal Attraction
Not only are werewolves real, but they're damn hunky, too!

Frustrated when none of the real newspapers will hire her as a reporter, Eliza Bradley takes the only job she can get – at a paranormal magazine. Her first assignment takes her to Fairbanks , Alaska to investigate the possibility that a werewolf has killed two local hikers.

She forgets about the story, however, when she meets Hunter McCall, a local college professor and an expert on wolves. The man is an absolute hunk, and she finds herself spending more time in his bed than worrying about werewolves. That is, until Eliza finds out that Hunter isn’t just an animal in the sack, he’s an animal out of it, too - of the werewolf variety! Talk about a complicated relationship!

But Eliza can’t dwell on Hunter’s little shapeshifting issues. There’s another werewolf out there with a taste for human blood, and she and Hunter are the only ones who can stop him.

Excerpt:

“Anything else I can get for you folks?” the waitress asked.

Eliza glanced down at the table before looking up at the waitress again. “Ketchup?”

The woman nodded. “There’s a bottle on the table right behind you, sugar. Enjoy your dinner.”

Eliza had expected the woman to bring her a new bottle of ketchup, or at least grab the one off the other table for them, like waitresses in most restaurants would usually do. Maybe it was a diner thing, Eliza thought. Or an Alaska thing. Either way, it seemed she would be going to get her own bottle of ketchup.

Taking her napkin off her lap and placing it on the table, Eliza pushed back her chair and got to her feet. When the waitress had told her that there was a bottle of ketchup on the table behind theirs, she had naturally assumed it was unoccupied, so she was surprised to see a man sitting there. And not just the average, run-of-the-mill guy she’d expect to find in a diner either, but a mouth-watering specimen of a man. Her breath caught as she found herself stopping right there in the middle of the diner to stare at him She had read in Cosmo once that there was something different about Alaskan men, that living in the great white north made them more masculine and sexy. Staring at the man seated at the table, she could well believe it.

Thank goodness he was intent on whatever he was reading on the laptop in front of him, because he would surely think she was a freak standing there staring at him with her mouth hanging open. But good heavens, with that thick, dark hair, chiseled, hair-roughened jaw, and wide, sensual mouth, how could any woman not be mesmerized?

Abruptly realizing how idiotic she must look just standing there, Eliza finally forced her feet to move. As she neared his table, the man looked up from his laptop and she felt her breath hitch as his gaze met hers. She’d never seen eyes like his before. Not quite brown, but not really hazel, either, the only way she could think to describe them was gold. And the sexiest pair of eyes she’d ever seen. The heat from them mesmerized her, pulling her into their depths, and suddenly she found it very hard to breathe.

When he lifted a brow in question, she finally managed to break out of her trance. “I, um, was wondering if I could steal your ketchup,” Eliza stammered, her face coloring. “We don’t have any,” she added, glancing back at her table.

The man followed the direction of her gaze, his gold eyes settling on the photographer for a moment before he gave her a smile. “Sure.”

Picking up the bottle, he held it out to her. As she reached for it, her fingers brushed his and she almost gasped as the most amazing sensation swept through her. It was like she’d just gotten completely and thoroughly kissed. Her knees felt weak and there was a delicious little flutter in her tummy that left her breathless.

It was then that she realized she hadn’t actually taken the bottle of ketchup yet. She was just standing there touching him like a dufus. She tried to cover her bizarre behavior by grabbing the bottle, but all she did was almost knock it out of his hand. They both fumbled with the thing for a moment before she finally gained control of it.

Could she be any more lame? She could already feel the heat rushing to her face.

“I think your boyfriend’s waiting for the ketchup,” he said when she continued to just stand there.

Eliza’s brow furrowed in confusion at the word “boyfriend,” but then she realized he must be referring to the photographer. She forced her attention away from the pleasant warmth that still swirled between her thighs and gave him a smile. “Oh, you mean Andy. He’s not my boyfriend. We just work together.”

One eyebrow rose. “Really.”

Oh God. Did he think she was trying to come on to him? Crap, she really needed to go back to her table before she did something else to embarrass herself. But she couldn’t seem to make her feet move. She had a crazy urge to reach out and touch him again to see if that same sexual spark would happen. Resisting the impulse, she instead reached up to tuck her long, dark hair behind her ear. “But you’re right. He is probably waiting for the ketchup.”

Giving the man another smile, she forced her-self to turn and walk back to her table. Halfway there, however, she couldn’t resist glancing over her shoulder to take one more look at him. He was regarding her with those incredible golden eyes of his, and her pulse fluttered wildly at the intensity in his gaze.

What was going on with her? She’d never experienced anything like this in her life. She had to get control of herself. Giving him one more look over her shoulder, she turned and stumbled back to her seat in a daze, clutching the bottle of ketchup in her hand.

Across from her, Andy lifted a brow as if to ask, what the hell is wrong with you? When she didn’t say anything he prompted, “You just going to sit there and hold that all night or can I use the ketchup?”

She blinked. “What? Oh, yeah. Sorry,” she mumbled, handing it to him.

Eliza watched as the photographer dumped ketchup on his onion rings, and then began to dig into his meal. She knew she should be doing the same, but she couldn’t stop thinking about what had just happened. Her heart was still racing as if she’d just come back from a run. Or had just gotten done having some really great sex. Good heavens, and all of that was from a mere brush of the fingers. She couldn’t keep herself from wondering what it would have been like if he really had kissed her.

It was a long time before Eliza could focus on her food, and by then, she realized she wasn’t really hungry anymore, at least not for food anyway.


What Reviewers Are Saying About Animal Attraction!
5 Blue-Ribbons from Romance Junkies!
"ANIMAL ATTRACTION is one hot read. Ms. Tyler knows how to mesmerize an audience!"
Night Owl Romance Loves Animal Attraction!
"I found this work by Ms. Tyler to be well thought out and developed. It contained plenty of humor to go with the mystery, and some smoking hot sex scenes!"
An Outstanding Read from Simply Romance Reviews!
"ANIMAL ATTRACTION by Paige Tyler is one of those books that you just can't put down once you begin reading it, it is just that good!"
4.5 Pixies from Dark Angel Reviews!
"ANIMAL ATTRACTION is a fun, lighthearted and humorous werewolf romance. The pace is quick, something is always happening and the humor just bubbles underneath everything. Ms. Tyler does a great job of bringing her characters and setting to life. The romance between our hero and heroine develops quickly and the sex scenes are seriously hot. Attraction leads to heat, then to love and the emotions are very vivid in this tale!"
Wild on Books Reviews Goes Wild for Animal Attraction!
"ANIMAL ATTRACTION is scorching hot. I blushed being witness to the sheer animalistic attraction shared by Eliza and Hunter. The love scenes were erotic but romantic, forceful but sensual, and naughty but playful. The feelings and depth of emotions were believable and so very sexy. I will never again look at a hot tub without remembering this risqué but thoroughly entertaining novel. Paige Tyler is now on my list of authors to watch for and I know that other readers will feel the same way!"
Joyfully Reviewed Says Animal Attraction is Paranormal Romance at Its Finest!
"Animal Attraction is paranormal romance writing at its finest. I really loved the interaction with Eliza and Hunter. They have this initial attraction that sizzles. Paige Tyler is an author with a knack for creating a werewolf who is sinfully sexy and she kept me totally engrossed right from the beginning. I am hoping for an additional story featuring Hunter’s brother Luke. I also look forward to more offerings from Ms.Tyler in the very near future. I would recommend Animal Attraction to anyone who enjoys stories of werewolves and shifters!"