“Prophecy smophecy, Pandora’s jar my arse.” Shaun muttered to herself as she yanked on the old, pitted, sadly-lacking-in-chrome door handle on her car. “I know some Greek mythology and I saw Tomb Raider, Pandora had a box, not a jar, and Pandora let all the evil out into the world. I’m so not all about the evil.” Although, there was a certain sort of piquancy to the Pandora myth and how she was the first woman -- a beautiful evil -- sent down by the gods to punish men.
She had to use her whole hand to press down the button on the handle, and then when it unlatched use both arms to pull the door open. No swift getaways in this baby; the damn door weighs a tonne, let alone the whole car. The car was new -- well, it was a ’58 Edsel Bermuda, so it was new to her -- and since it was definitely a work in progress, she had a lot of kinks to work out, or at least learn to work around.
“Not evil. The jar wasn’t anyway, whether Pandora was evil is still open for debate.”
Having opened with a groaning, metallic creak the car door reached the point in it’s arc where is moved freely. Taken off guard by the words coming from over her right shoulder Shaun wasn’t paying all the attention she should to the heavy door and as she twisted to face the speaker she was jerked around and into the door with an “oof” of stolen breath. Pain shot up her arm from where she’d twisted then fallen on her wrist, and she cried out, pulling her wrist up to her chest to cradle it.
“Hey, are you okay?”
When she looked up, it was into Jak’s concerned face. “Yeah, just sort of landed funny.” Shaun shook her hand out, trying to relieve the sting in her wrist, “Like when you land on your funny bone -- stings a bit like that.”
Fingers, smooth and slightly cook to the touch, wrapped around her wrist and stilled her movement. “Let me feel.”
Jak’s fingers ran over her skin, pressing firmly, yet gently, easing the taut tendons when he came to them. He concentrated on her wrist with intensity, and his touch was oddly the most intimate, sensual single thing she’d experienced in her life. “Nothing broken I don’t think, just a light sprain.”
Caught up in the sparks flooding her system from the vampire’s touch, Shaun was embarrassed to realize she was staring up at him, mouth no doubt wide open, while he patiently waited for a reply. His lips flirted around a smile as Jak watched her back.
“I--It’s--that is, I’m sure you’re right.” She jerked her hand out of his and absently rubbed her fingers over the skin he’d touched, not sure if she was trying to rub the tingles in, or rub them off. Like little butterfly wings they danced along in her blood stream fluttering in her belly… and lower. She tingled in places even she’d not been able to make herself tingle before, let alone one of her loser boyfriends.
“It’s late, I better go.”
Shaun turned, and moved to slide onto the big bench seat only to freeze in place when a growly, rough voice yelled out, “What the hell is that heap of junk?”
She straightened, the fluttering butterfly wings in her belly stuttering to a halt as plain old annoyance took a hold. Trust Rob to ruin a perfectly good moment.
“It’s not a heap of junk, it’s a classic.”
“No it’s not, it’s a rusted out clap trap--”
“No, it’s not. It’s an Edsel.” Shaun moved down the side of the car and ran her hand tenderly along one of the fins that stretched down to the rear. Then turned back to Rob with her hands on her hips. “Clarabell’s in the middle of a bad hair decade, but I plan on fixing that.”
Sunday, July 06, 2008
A teaser from my WIP
Monday, November 19, 2007
Accidentally Were? - Available Now!
Cover Artist: Anne Cain
Erotic Paranormal BBW Romantic Comedy
Available now at Loose Id!
With Murphy’s Law, Magic, and Fate working together, Pearl and Rex don’t stand a chance. When Miss. Priss in pearls meets Mr. Proudly Plaid in flannel, there‘ll be more flying than just blue sparks and fur.
Pearl Gordon wakes up after her first ever one-night-stand to an empty bed, a plethora of love bites, and every stray canine in town serenading her bedroom window? Something’s not right -- neither the dogs, nor the strange canine tooth marks in the middle of all the hickeys she now wears around her neck.
When her pal Shaun can’t come up with any better excuse than she was bitten by a werewolf — seriously, as if! — Shaun suggests Pearl double check with her neighbour, Rex Dixon. After all the handsome, burly, bear of a man might be practicing as a vet, but he also trained as a GP.
Angry that a Were in heat was so stupid as to sit herself down in the middle of his waiting room, Rex reacts. Only there’s a few things he doesn’t know about Pearl, and it seems Magic is about to poke a pin in the side of his confirmed bachelor balloon. There’s a prophecy to fulfil and Fate’s out hunting, and she’s loaded for Were-Bear.
Thursday, November 01, 2007
20 days and counting!
Accidentally Were? will be available in 20 days, WAHOO!! Do I sound a little excited? I'm really looking forward to this book because it's got a lot of me in it. Not that I've ever been bitten by a Were-Bear, or had packs of dogs lusting after me, or indeed had my Dad tell me about a mysterious prophecy... though I can say I did come close to hurling on someone's shoes while pregnant.
So make sure to book mark it, put the date on the calendar ... heck sharpie it on the back of your hand, because it's going to be a fun read!
At Loose Id Nov 20th
Thursday, October 04, 2007
A new cover...
Hairy, bear of a man? Check
Plus sized woman? Check. Who's wearing her signature pearls? Check
Blue, sparkly magic stuff? Check!
Now I'm off to update some webpages :) since this will be out at the end of November!
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Sex Magic
I've been working on my blurb etc for Accidentally Were? and though I was purposefully taking a stab at lots of Romance staples like "oops, gee look at that ... I'm pregnant", and "Soulmates ...WTF you talkin'bout Willis?" I've just realised that instead of poking fun at the old favourite - The Magic Va jay jay - I've come up with something not often heard of:
Magic Sperm.
It wasn't till I was trying to be witty and pithy with my blurb (frankly I suck at blurbs, especially ones trying to sell you a comedy) that I realised I'd failed in one of my goals while also perversely exceeding my plan.
Magic Sperm ... much better than a magic va ja jay, I think.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
I forgot the good news ...
I'll soon be able to add another one of these:
to that sidebar over there ------->
I really must get around to making a generic one that fits in with my site. I've got the skillz, must. use. them.
