Hi Delilah. Thanks for the invitation to guest blog on your fabulous site. (Actually, *wink* I begged to get in bed with her and she took pity on me.)
I’ll cut right to the chase. *Ahem* Normally, I write erotic historical westerns. You can find me hanging around Wild and Wicked Cowboys on the 2nd and 13th of every month and I pretty much speak, write, and think in westernize.
But you know how ever once in awhile a streak of ornery hits ya? Well, it happened to me in February of this year. It was probably a case of being stall crazy and wanting spring to get busy and be. But for whatever cause, I jumped the tracks so to speak, and wrote outside my normal genre.
I feel like I need to whisper this next part—I wrote an erotic paranormal story, starring were-jaguar, NSA Special Forces Operative, Thomas Hunter and Bitter Creek Holler hedge-witch/healer/truth-sayer, Missouri Hess.
I created a world of werewolves, witches and strange critters living in the hills, titled the book Call Me Miz, and then I got really crazy. *blushing* I did it again—Hexual Healing, the second book in what I’ve affectionately named my Bitter Creek Holler Series, released from Ellora’s Cave on October 12th.
Harvest the magic of Samhain and sex
Heal the beast, rebound the hex
Burn, witch, burn…
Incantations, scryings and hexes abound when hedge witch Missouri Hess breaks out her rough magic. The autumn solstice is days away, Bitter Creek Holler is pulsing with mountain mysticism, Miz is burning up with enough sexual energy to light Fenway Park and her lover is MIA. She…is…pissed.
Nothing in his Special Forces background has prepared shape-shifter Thomas Hunter for the torture of jaguar mating heat or the wrath of a furious witch. Though he’s on a mission in DC, his beast wrests control, returning them to their mate.
After Thomas delivers his own brand of sexual healing, it’s back to DC with Miz. There’s twisted magic at work. Someone has unleashed a snake-eyes death hex. Good thing Miz is all about hexual healing. And Thomas stands ready to take all the heat from her sexual burn.
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An Excerpt From: HEXUAL HEALING
Copyright © GEM SIVAD, 2012
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
Dammit to hell! Miz paced from one side of her living room to the other, stopping every once in a while to peer outside. The damned cat was in the tree again and Mother Nature had sent a storm. Lightning crashed and thunder rolled, making the earth shudder under the force of the ever-nearer strikes.
I will not invite that idiot inside. A picture suddenly flashed in her mind of the wet jaguar crouching on a slippery willow limb. Tough shit! Thomas Hunter was up a tree and he could stay there. Forget him, Miz. You met in midsummer, solved a crime together, boinked like animals—which he is, sort of—you came, he came, he left. End of romance.
“Serves you right,” Miz snarled. She didn’t know whether she blamed herself or him. She knew better than counting on anyone. She looked at the storm outside where sheets of water pelted across her yard in a rolling tide. He left, he didn’t call, we’re done.
Jerking a blanket around her shoulders, she stomped to the kitchen to see if the coffee was ready. Suddenly, a wash of pleasure shivered through her as she felt the essence of Thomas penetrate her body and melt her core.
Oh. My. God. She put passion in the mental punch she landed on his metaphysical, thick skull. Stay out of my head.
She was pleased to see that her hand was steady as she poured the usual liberal amount of creamer into the brew and stirred. I’m cool. I can handle this. She sipped her coffee, leaning over the kitchen sink to get a better view. I can’t see the cat at all. I hope he’s…
Overhead lightning flashed, splitting the air with a clash and boom as it struck the ground close by. The wind picked up speed and the willow tree trembled under the assault.
A yowl of desperate misery shamed her. What can it hurt? I’ll just…
Before she finished her thought, a splash of gold leapt from the tree and the next moment as she peered through the window, Thomas stood looking hopefully at her from across the yard. Naked Thomas.
Reluctantly Miz unlocked the ward, watching it shimmer and come down to allow him entry into her territory. In two leaps he was on the porch. She held the door open and the blanket waiting, ready to wrap it around his shoulders and cover his nakedness from her view. She grimaced at his forlorn appearance and stepped away from him.
I won’t be seduced senseless this time. Of course, Thomas immediately had to test that theory. He pulled her into his embrace, wrapping her in the blanket and molding her to his wet skin at the same time his aroused cock fit snuggly against her belly.
“I’m hungry for you,” he growled, nipping his way from jaw to lips. Miz felt the truth of every groaned word he uttered.
“Shouldn’t a gone traipsing off to parts unknown then, Sunny,” she drawled, trying to sound indifferent. But she tipped her head, excited as his lips explored the point between her shoulder and neck.
She thought she was prepared for the sensation but when his teeth pierced her skin, shock waves of primal need jolted her core. Reminding her he was jaguar as well as man, he sliced a razor sharp claw through her top, leaving her tee and bra nothing but tattered remnants framing her heaving breasts.
“Not interested, Sunny. It’s been quiet times here. I’ve got no excess energy to dump and I won’t be needing your services.” She lied. She was horny as a she-cat in heat, but by damn she was a hell of a lot madder.
The jerk didn’t need to know that her libido was in full swing, making Miz want to jump his bones. She’d been swamped fixing injuries during September. Two wolves had almost killed each other in a fight, a white-tailed deer had broken a leg, assorted female shifter problems had presented themselves and those were only a few examples of the first aid she’d provided since Wyatt had revealed her ability to the pack.
Unfortunately for her, the fastest way to shed the effects of laying-on-hands was a long, prolonged bout of fucking. With Thomas gone, she’d abstained, and abstained, and abstained—even when she could have used the lumber rep hanging around to dampen her libido.
Right now, with the residual magic from all those healings pulsing inside her, Miz figured she contained enough elemental wattage to light up the state. And the antidote for her carnal overload—a thick cock attached to Thomas— stood ready to assist and then leave again.
Hell no. Her punching bag could take the workout.
Happy Halloween, Everyone!