In this world of Tweets and status updates that will fit in a few lines, I thought I’d try to describe myself, my books and my main characters in five words each. I’d love to see how you all would describe yourself, your favorite book or your favorite character in five words. Leave a comment below!
Myself: Introverted, quiet, foodie, animal lover.
Chloe (my heroine): Snarky, animal psychic, wary, strong
Jorge (my hero): Jaguar shape-shifter, geeky, smart, sexy.
To Hiss or to Kiss, Hidden Lines book 1: Vulnerable hearts find each other.
To Growl or to Groan, Hidden Lines book 2: Love soothes when allowed in.
I’d love to see how you all would describe yourself, your favorite book or your favorite character in five words.
Her gift could save a missing girl…or destroy her relationship forever.
After receiving a troubling Tarot reading, Chloe just knows something big and bad is about to happen. Her ability to communicate with animals and shape-shifters is going awry, and her growing psychic abilities are beginning to scare her. Despite her unease, she won’t let anything interrupt her trip to Scotland to spend the holidays with her shape-shifter boyfriend’s family. Jorge is everything she’s always wanted, and the fire between Chloe and the passionate panther-shifter burns hot. But meeting his family has her nerves in knots.
When Jorge’s sister goes missing, Chloe’s psychic abilities might be the only thing that can help them find her. But things don’t go as planned, and with confusing psychic visions clouding her judgment, Chloe makes a mistake and an animal is injured. And Chloe fears she might hurt Jorge as well…
He leads me to one of the sleeping quarters toward the back of the private jet. As we walk, a little turbulence rocks the plane, and I fall forward into Jorge’s back. He turns around lightning fast to catch me before I end up on the floor. “Hey, you OK?”
“No sea legs, I guess. Or catlike reflexes like some people on this plane.”
“Yes, well, we can’t all be so perfect.”
As I’ve gotten to know him more, his playful side has come to the forefront, and I like it. Now he sweeps me off my feet and carries me the rest of the way to the bed. I’m not usually one to be carried, but for Jorge I make an exception. He’s pretty damn worth it.
More turbulence rocks the plane as he sits me on the bed, which is—not surprisingly—also decorated in neutral tones.
The pilot’s voice crackles over the speakers. “I apologize for the turbulence. It looks as though we’ll be experiencing it for the next fifteen minutes at least. I recommend you fasten your seat belts.”
I look at Jorge, wondering if he’ll recommend we take the captain’s advice and head back for our seats, but he’s devouring me with such a passionate look that I don’t need to ask his thoughts or take a mental peek. We’re about to fasten our seat belts all right.
We shed our clothes in a rush and fall back against the bed, kissing, running our hands over each other’s bodies. I channel all my anxiety into the frenzy. As waves of turbulence rock the plane, I wonder what it will feel like to have Jorge inside me while the plane dips and shakes.
I don’t have to wait long. Jorge’s fingers dance along my slit, which already drips. He grins. “No need for a warm up today.”
I snort. “Not like I usually need one, you sexy beast, you.”
“I suppose not.” He places a quick kiss on my sex before rising over me. “I’m anxious to be inside you right now.”
“Back at ya.” I nip his chin.
He slides his hard cock into me on a groan. “God, you feel good. I will never get tired of this. Of you.”
He’s not wrong about how good this feels. I wriggle my hips. “Less sweet talk, more pounding.”
He chuckles. “My hopeless romantic.”
In answer, I dig my nails into his lower back and tug him closer. He leans in for a kiss before he raises his chest and picks up the pace. We fall into a rhythm, occasionally rattled and rolled by the plane’s movements, which only enhances our passionate friction. I open our connection and send him images of how I see him moving his powerful body undulating over me, pushing me to the edge of ecstasy.
He groans, communicating back with images of his own. I see my face from his perspective, the wild abandon and lust in my eyes. I’m too far gone in the moment even to register the embarrassment I might otherwise feel.
It isn’t long until we both climax. Jorge rolls to my side, sprawling onto his back, his arm draped across my abdomen. My thumb brushes his side as we lie stretched out on the bed, breathing heavily. It might’ve been a quickie, but that took a whole lot of energy.
I manage to get the wherewithal to speak first, prompted by a particularly volatile bit of turbulence. I’m too sated even to remotely panic. “Think we should go fasten our seat belts now?”
“If I could move, I’d say yes, but right now I just want to sleep.”
“Yeah, sleep is good.” That’s the last thing I remember before the pilot’s announcement that we’re ready to land wakes us up.
I like books that are funny and fun to read (and hot!) but also make me think or look at the world in a new way.
These days you’ll find me writing, pet sitting, juggling a number of freelance gigs, and reigning as my home’s domestic goddess. I live in the Midwestern U.S. with my husband, dog and cats. Alas, I have, as of yet, been unable to teach my husband how to purr.
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