Monday, August 27, 2012

Paranormal: Erotic or just on the spicy side?

Red's Wolf: Volume 1
I've written everything from urban fantasy, to paranormal, to erotic romance, and I've enjoyed each story.

Recently, the whole 50 shades of you know what, has plopped erotic and BDSM stories in the news seemingly all over the place.

I think that's awesome for authors, because in my mind, it's just one more thing getting headlines and therefore getting people thinking about books and reading.

Okay, so I may be a bit optimistic, but I'm okay with that ;)

It also helped me to take the plunge and publish the first of a short story series I've had in mind for a couple years, based on Red Riding Hood... adult style, LOL.

So, here's my question for you: Do you enjoy all types of paranormal and romance stories, or do you prefer one over the other for most, or all, of your reading?

And here's a PG peek of Red's Wolf: Beginnings

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           Most know of me, or at least have heard my tale.
Certainly you would recognize my crimson cloak, perhaps you have even been regaled by tales of my battles against the wolves.
But as with most stories, that is only part of my life.
Once I was the belle of my village. Men came from miles around to try to win my heart, and my hand.
Only one succeeded.
Yet, the story of my beloved Jonah remains shrouded in the mists of time. Nothing is mentioned of all we meant to each other, of the family we created, raised and sent out into the world.
If you are truly curious, then sit for a while. Join me and discover for yourself the truth about the woman with the dark red riding hood.
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Samantha Grant headed down the wide, dirt path along the edge of the dark forest, swinging a basket of food. The late afternoon sun shone brightly. The air was cool and scents of pine trees and wild flowers filled the autumn air. It helped calm the butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

Brushing back a strand of long red hair from her face, she tried to soothe her nerves by whistling a simple tune.

Today she was to meet Jonah at the edge of the forest, for a picnic lunch. Her stomach quivered with a girl-like giddiness as she anticipated the tryst with her newly found love.

She was of marrying age. Her childhood friends were long attached, some already with babies. Men travelled from villages near and far, hoping to convince her to accept their proposals. Yet no one had managed to capture her attention like Jonah.

He reminded her of a pirate from one of the countless old tales Gran used to tell, late at night in front of the fireplace. From monsters to heroes, She’d known of a story for everything. A pang touched Samantha’s heart from thoughts of her beloved Gran, gone now for nearly a year.

The sun dipped behind some clouds as a chill wind blew over her from the forest. Scents of something she couldn’t name, almost irresistibly sweet, yet underlain by an odor of rot, swept through the air. Her steps faltered. Shivers crawled over her skin as the urge to turn and enter the thick, deep shadows between the trees beckoned.

Gran had warned her to always stay away from the frightening forest. Strange beasts roamed there, creeping out during the dark of night to steal children or rip townsfolk to pieces. Samantha backed up a step, ready to turn and flee back home.

But nearby, just a little further, was where Jonah wanted to meet. Her nerves thrummed, her pulse raced faster. For today, she and Jonah would consummate their love.

She ignored her feelings of trepidation and continued on, if a bit faster.

Finally, she rounded a large rock jutting up from the earth.

Jonah stood in shadow, his back to her as he stared into the forest.

She took a moment to watch him, enjoying how the wind pushed his shirt taut against the muscles of his back. Dark trousers encased thick legs, full of strength. His very presence was commanding, and comforting. This was a man who would always keep her protected and well cared for.

She tugged her bodice down a bit, adjusting her chemise to reveal more cleavage. She wasn’t quite indecent, but a thrill swept through her blood as Jonah turned. His gaze swept over her face, dropped to the swell of her breasts.

Strapping, strong, he towered over her slight form. His dark hair and strange golden eyes enhanced the image.

And when he touched her, she felt like a woman.

“Sami,” he whispered, his voice deep, husky.

The sound slid down her spine like silk. “I’m here.”
~Enjoy :)

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