Entice Me Anthology, Werecat Love Excerpt:
Morgan Brookhaven isn’t expecting romance when she accompanies her friend for a week of skiing, but when she meets Jared all bets are off.
Ski instructor Jared Catterick has secrets that he doesn’t mind sharing with a special lady, and he hopes Morgan is the one. When his past and present collide it’s worse than he imagined, and he’s forced to fight for his life.
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Morgan stumbled into the Mountain Lion ski lodge. Safe at last. She barely glanced at the rustic, rough-pine interior, as she limped past the homey furniture. Her goal came into view, the huge stone fireplace. Why the hell do I let myself get talked into these things? What was I thinking? I’ve never skied in my life.
She removed her soaked gloves, laid them on the hearth, then spread her frozen fingers toward the warmth of the crackling fire. Snow packed into the creases of her ski-pants, jacket, and boots, but soon melted in the glorious heat. God, all this so Joan can flirt with her Italian stallion.
When the circulation returned to her icy body parts, causing a pins and needles sensation, she let out a slight whimper, then turned to let the roaring fire roast her rump. Morgan found herself staring into the amused green-eyed gaze of a man who sat on a leather chair. With wide cheekbones and a face that tapered down to a narrow chin, he was definitely worth a look. His long legs stretched out, emphasizing his lean build and athletic frame. He was attractively attired in hunter-green bib ski-pants, and matching sweater. His shock of bright orange-red hair stood on end. How unusual, it’s the same color as that cat I saw last night.
His full sensuous lips formed into a lazy smile. “You’re shivering as if you’re frozen right through.”
“Oh, I am.” She didn’t doubt he had checked her out when her back was to him. Morgan stopped rubbing her chilled behind, when she realized he watched her with unwavering attention. She wrapped her arms around herself instead.
“What you need is a hot toddy.” He straightened. “It’s excellent for when you have been exposed to the cold or had a shock to the system.”
Morgan arched an eyebrow. “Are you buying?”
“Sure, if your friend doesn’t mind me taking up some of your time.”
“Oh no, Joan won’t mind. She’s busy skiing down the mountain with that hunky…” She stopped and blinked a couple of times. “My friend?”
“I saw you check-in with her.”
“We got here so late, the only one up was the night manager, and a cat. I know you’re not the manager, so unless you’re trying to say you’re the orange tabby, I don’t know how you could know that.”
He unfolded from his seat in one effortless movement, and stood so close she had to crane her neck up to stare at him.
“My name is Jared Catterick.” The deep timbre of his voice vibrated straight through her, and did interesting things to her nether regions. “How about that drink?”
“Morgan Brookhaven.” She offered her hand.
“Hi, Morgan.” He held her ice-cold hand in his deliciously warm one. “Come with me and I’ll help thaw you out.” The heat of his gaze traveled down her body.
She hesitated for a moment. Well, maybe he was looking out the window of his room when we came in. “How can I refuse such a delightful invitation?”
I only have one castle in any of my published stories, and this month on Romance Books 4 Us, we’re sharing excerpts about castles.
On the TRS Party Site, I talk about how my story, Weather Witch, forced me to write it.
For two days only, Today through Saturday, October 26, 2013. Persephone’s Song Anthology that has my short story, Weather Witch, is free for the kindle. If you haven’t bought your copy yet, grab your free copy today.
I’m a guest on Sapphire’s Blog, talking about why I wrote a romance story set in the Regency Era.
I’m on Anne Lange’s Blog as her Spot Light Author. Please drop by and leave a comment. I sure could use the support.
I’m thrilled to announce that Persephone’s Song Anthology has been released on Amazon. It includes my story, Weather Witch.
Weather Witch: Regency Nobleman Lord Godfrey is negotiating for a wife, until Meredith literally storms into the Manor. Then all bets are off as he tries to tempt the tempestuous nymph into marrying him.
Arianna jumped up, pushing her chair back with an ugly scrape. “She’s here.”
“I know, daughter.” Lady Cawyn pressed her lips together into a thin line.
“She’ll be angry.” Arianna fisted her hands and turned toward her mother. “I told you not to do it, Mother.”
“Who will be angry?” Who or what has them so anxious? Lord Godfrey eyed the two frightened women. William, his steward, shrugged.
All at once there came a mighty bang, not unlike the sound of lightning hitting a tree. Thunder rolled overhead. As the sound faded, pounding feet rushed down the outside vestibule. The double doors were flung wide. In a sudden gust of wind the candles blew out. The maids and butler rushed to relight them. Lightning momentarily lit up the room.
A woman in scant clothing stood at the foot of the table, dripping wet, her hair plastered to her head and shoulders. Anger flashed in her stormy expression. Her blonde hair was nearly white as sea foam, and her eyes gray as a rainstorm.
“Old woman, where is my son?” The woman’s voice was husky.
He stood and stared at the apparition bathed in candlelight. Her breasts heaved as she took in great gulps of air.
“Now this woman has fire.” He didn’t realize he’d spoken aloud until every person in the room turned toward him.