Get Hooked: Reel in a Great Book—Cupid's Curse #MFRWHook

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Readers: get hooked and reel in some great books. Authors are sharing short excerpts from their work. Please enjoy and consider picking up the full book by clicking on the buy link.

To celebrate completing my new manuscript, Cupid's Curse, I'll be posting a brief snippet. This one should be available in the fall, probably September or October. I'll preview more when it's closer to the release date.

Today, I'm including a spot of dialog between my main characters, Bree and Archer.

Book Tagline: Cursed by the god of love, Archer Stewart, a Cupid of the First Order, know exactly who to blame—his fellow cupid, Bree Daniels.

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The push-pull-whoosh feeling weighed on Bree and she shoved everything else aside and readied herself to pop in on Arch.

She blipped, shimmered, and landed with a flourish—something she'd perfected by lots of practice—to find Arch comfortably sprawled on the overstuffed couch, chatting it up with Merry Deerfield.

Stupid cow.

And Arch didn't seem the least bit uncomfortable having Miss Merry practically sitting in his lap.

Stupid man.

But worse, neither one paid her any attention.

Not part of the plan. But she could adjust.

Tilting her head sideways, she cleared her throat. "I'm so sorry… I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

Arch flicked a glance toward the hour glass by the viewing pool. "Would it matter if you were?" His tone clearly indicated it wouldn't have bothered him.

Bree didn't like to be on the defensive as soon as she arrived. It made her off kilter. Her bravado saved her.

She tossed her head and sent a bored look in Arch's direction. "Not to me, but I imagine it would to you." Her gazed shifted to Merry. "And your friend, of course." Bree waited a beat. "No one likes to be caught with their pants down."

Arch snorted. "Except you."

Okay, totally not fair. And it only happened one time, dammit.

Bree hid her embarrassment behind an audacious front. "Well, yes…" She flicked her gaze toward Merry again. "But I'm not standard fare around here."

To Merry's credit, she only rolled her eyes in response to the insult.

Arch didn't hold back. "Bree, you're not standard fare anywhere." He got up and gave Merry a hand. "You're more like an overused trend… not worth the price."

Bree flinched. That one hurt. But she couldn't blame him for lashing out.

Arch's voice went flat. "You're also late."

Bree recovered quickly. "For which I'll happily apologize." She remembered her conversation with Aphrodite and grinned. "It really couldn't be helped."

Arch shook his head. "Let me guess… you were tied to a bedpost and lost track of time?"

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Blurb: Archer Stewart, a Cupid of the First Order, suffers the wrath of Eros when he nips the wrong woman with an arrow. Cursed by the god of love, Arch spends his days making perfect matches or deals with some unpleasant consequences.

Bree Daniels is indirectly responsible for Arch's predicament and seeks advice from Aphrodite, hoping to find a way to make amends. After almost two years apart, Bree finally realizes Arch is the man she wants and she's willing to risk her immortality to set him free.

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Sunday Snippet: A Magical Affair

Howdy,

Remember when I said I was ready to start marking the death toll on Sons of Anarchy? Totally didn't know it would include so many. Will have to wait until next week's post to note the number, if that's even possible. I admire Kurt Sutter's willingness to make a bold choice and stand by it. He always claims his show doesn't flinch from showing the ugly side of things and honestly, I'm thrilled to see what happens when something the club is involved in bites them on the ass. Hopefully I've made my thoughts clear without giving away too many details. J

Strike Back is almost halfway through its run and my head sorta spins with everything going on. It's one of the things I love about watching. Stonebridge better catch a break soon and he needs to figure out what the hell he got into when he slashed his arm open. Something tells me that seemingly small injury will end up being the key to everything about whatever attack is being planned.

GAH! My shows are eating up too much of my brain. LOL

Moving on…

I have great news! My submission for the Magic and Mayhem special call for Silver Publishing has been accepted. A Magical Affair will be releasing in October!! Tonight's post will have one additional snippet from the manuscript. Enjoy!

Tagline:

A mansion sitting atop an ancient wellspring of magic offers Romy, Heath, and Stacie the chance to live out all their lustful fantasies. Heath is thrilled for the opportunity, but he wants one thing above all…for Romy to give up control and let him call the shots.

And another preview snippet…

Stacie paused before exiting the Enchantment Suite, her hand on the knob, ready to embark on one of Heath's fantasies—a cougar on the prowl, getting bagged and tagged by a hot, young stud. Vivica worked some serious magic, adding at least a decade to her features. A little hesitant, she glanced in the mirror hanging on the wall.

"Not bad, Stace. If you look as smokin' at the actual age of forty, you can totally pull off the cougar thing." Giving her reflection a saucy wink, she opened the door and started for Heath's suite.

Heath. Romy scored a winner with the man. Stacie envied her friend—not in a bitchy way, more in a she-totally-wished-she'd-find-a-guy-like-him kind of way. But Romy had it right—Stacie didn't have illusions of love and forever. Romy trusted her and Stacie wouldn't let her down. She would take the weekend and enjoy.

She doubted she'd ever have another opportunity quite like the one at Magic Meadows.

Pausing outside Heath's suite, she took a moment to smooth the skirt of her frothy dress. About to experience something so far beyond the norm, she inhaled deeply to calm down.

Rapping on the door, her breath caught in her throat, the anticipation almost too much.

A muted voice came from inside. "It's open."

Stacie turned the knob and entered, putting on her best sultry smile.

Glancing at the figure sprawled, naked, on the bed, she licked her lips. Romy's description didn't do Heath justice. A thrill shot straight through her… she would so enjoy this encounter.

Sidling further into the room, she closed the door behind her. "Well… my, my, my… aren't you a prime specimen of manhood." Her eyes raked over his prone form, lingering on every inch of glorious flesh. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for a chance like this."

She didn't want to overdo the sexpot role, but geez, all the exposed skin sort of short-circuited her brain. Not to mention the way his cock hardened when his gaze swept over her. A little shiver of desire made her nipples pucker and she fought the urge to strip and get things started.

Slow it down, Stace. Tease him a little.

She tilted her head sideways. "Do you greet all your lovers this way? Not even a hello?"

She lifted a brow, quite thrilled with the stupefied attention Heath paid her. Vivica's magic seemed to be weaving quite the spell.

Heath Graystone is one lucky man, no? LOL

That's it for this week. Stay tuned for actual release date and cover image.

Skye