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!!
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?
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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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.