When Breathless Press sent out the call for Halloween stories, I jumped at the chance. I’d already started on a demon story, so I figured “Why not?” A few days later, I was ecstatic to find out that Sweet Release had been accepted and would be released October 8th.
I’ve always been fascinated by the paranormal. What can I say? I grew up next door to a cemetery; I lived on Cemetery Road. Then my dad got me into monster movies. He was always watching shows about vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and the like. Add the two together, and I didn’t have a chance. I started writing in junior high, when I wrote a weekly article for the local paper. But my true talent lies in writing paranormal romance.
Sweet Release is a 9,200 word erotic paranormal romance. Here’s what it’s about:
The day Miranda Billings dies isn’t the worst day of her life, but it’s close. Miranda dreams of adventure and escaping her boring existence, but death might be too much of an escape. But with the help of Andre the demon slayer, she discovers the adventure she craves and ignites the passion within her heart.
When Andre, the half-demon EMT, finds the woman he loves crushed by a bus, he reawakens her soul with his magic and his blood. Now, Andre must decide if he’s willing to let her join him in his perilous quest to slay demons and save humans. He almost lost her once. Is he willing to risk losing her forever?
Miranda awoke in an unfamiliar room. Black satin sheets covered the king sized bed, and matching curtains were drawn across a massive window on one wall. It was dark as midnight, but she could see just fine. Where the hell was she?
Her mind, still groggy with sleep, couldn’t focus. Was it a dream? Had the entire night been a figment of her imagination? She inhaled deeply, and her senses tingled with the familiar scent of cinnamon and musk. She rose onto her hands to find a man with pair of sparkling emerald eyes watching her in the darkness.
“Miranda. Thank God you’re awake.” Faster than she could blink, he was on the bed beside her. He trailed his fingers down her cheek, leaving behind a burning path of heat on her skin.
Every molecule in her body hummed with his touch. Her passion flared to life as he stroked his fingers through her hair. If this was a dream, she might as well take advantage of it. She placed her hand behind his neck and pulled him to her. His velvet lips took hers willingly, parting for her tongue to slip inside. He tasted like cinnamon, and she wanted to drink in everything he had to offer.
He trailed his fingers up her arms and cupped her face in his hands. He touched her gently, as if he was afraid he might break her. And that just wouldn’t do. She swung her leg across him and straddled his lap. Her heart raced as she nipped his neck and slipped her hands beneath his shirt. His cock hardened between her legs, and she ground against him. This was going to be fun.
He moaned. “Oh, Miranda.”
“I want you, Andre. I’ve wanted you since the day I met you.” In one swift movement, she ripped his shirt over his head, and he gasped. Her gazed trailed up and down his body as she memorized each cut of his muscular chest. He was sculpted like a god, with the face of an angel. She licked her lips.
He put his hands on her shoulders and gazed into her eyes. “Stop. We can’t do this now.”
“Why not? It’s my dream. I’ll do what I want.” She slid back and popped the button on his jeans. Adrenaline coursed through her veins. She’d undressed him with her eyes a thousand times, and he was more beautiful than she imagined.
His eyes were liquid. A molten emerald, piercing gaze. “Miranda. This isn’t a dream.”
“I don’t care.”
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