When
Carnal Moon was first published with Ellora’s Cave four years ago, paranormal
romance and erotic romance was flying high. Combine the two and you had a
winner with most readers.
Werewolves
and vampires were the ‘in’ thing and had been for some time, and it seemed as
though nothing would knock them off their pedestal.
Well
all good things must come to an end. At least until they come back on the next
wave. Readers got over vampires in all their forms—sparkly, allergic to sunlight,
garlic and wooden stakes, just as they did with werewolves in all their guises
(although Kelley Armstrong’s Bitten remains one of my firm favourites).
Having
said that, for some of us vampires and werewolves remain at the top of the
paranormal heap, so to speak, and we’ll continue to read (devour) them. Bring
them on!!
Blurb:
On
the first night of each full moon, werewolves cannot resist the calling—the
instinctual need to mate.
Living
a double life has never been difficult for Holly, but in her world, if her
species is to survive, all she can look forward to is down-and-dirty,
uninhibited sex with a different partner each month. She has never had reason
to complain though. Until now.
She’s
fallen for Ricky Mandela, her hot, sexy, human lover. Holly can’t pretend she
has a chance at a family and happily ever after. Those are human dreams. But
she can’t give him up either. Will she have to lie and cheat to hold on to the
man she loves?
Excerpt:
Holly
parted the net curtains and peered through the bedroom window.
A
full moon shone, bright and yellow in the cloudless sky.
Yet,
here she was—still human, still with a human.
Only
the oldest of her species could resist the need to change on the first night of
each full moon. And even they were hard pressed to withstand the calling.
She
frowned. So why hadn’t her body clamored to become lycan and seek out, then
mate with, another of her kind?
The
bed creaked then Ricky’s footfalls drew near. “What’s wrong?” His arms
encircled her from behind, tugging her against his chest.
With
a sigh, she dropped the curtain. It swished back, and the scene outside
suddenly became a latticework scene of suburban rooftops, parked cars, shrubs
and trees edging the street.
She
snuggled close, her head fitting just beneath his chin. Draped in a wispy
negligee, she felt all his hard warmth and inexplicably shivered.
“Nothing.”
She turned, linking her arms over his broad shoulders. “What could possibly be
wrong when I have you here to sate my every need?”
Ricky
kissed her brow, but she sensed the twitch of his lawyer antennae when he said,
“Mmm. Good answer.”
She
pulled free, her eyes narrowing on his shadowy form. “Why do you ask?”
He
frowned a little. “I don’t know. You just seem…restless.”
Her
heart kicked into high gear. He couldn’t guess her secret. Not ever. She drew
in a deep, slow breath—willing calm. “Perhaps I’m not ready for sleep yet.”
His
eyes glinted. Then he bent, his mouth close to her ear as he murmured huskily,
“Neither am I.”
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Bio:
As
a rather quiet, introverted child, Mel Teshco would never have believed it
possible she’d one day be making a living writing hot, erotic stories and
meeting so many other wonderful writers. She can most often be found at her
computer, giving into her children and/or cats demands and occasionally/often
drinking home brew, which brings out her sociable (i.e. loud) side. Her
long-suffering husband is still waiting for retirement.
Great excerpt, Mel. :)
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