Today we’re thrilled to welcome Kerrianne Coombes, here to share her steamy new release, Beauty and the Beast!

Thank you so much for having me on your blog, Adriana.

I am so happy to be here to talk about my new release, Beauty and the Beast—The Demon Tales book 1. I just loved writing this book, and I cant quite believe that the time has come where I can share it with you all! Happy wiggle

I picked out a couple of lines today that I think are really poignant within the story, and I want to share them with you, and then I will give my reasons as to why I picked them.

“I don’t want to go home.” She spoke on a small voice, her tone stifled by the warring thoughts inside her head.

“Well, where do you want to go?”

Cally looked up and found herself trapped again by his stare—a butterfly pinned on a collectors’ board. Cally shrugged,

This moment in the book is very important to both Cally and Brigg. They are in this situation neither of them can control. Their heads are full of worry, but there is this undercurrent of passion brewing. This scene is the first time both of them feel a little off kilter. Brigg is a strong, bitter, hard faced demon. And Cally is gentle and shielded from life.

This moment is electric and sexy—even though neither of them can work out why. For me, this was the moment I realized just how explosive these two would be together.

BLURB

When Princess Callindra of Tempath, wakes up hog-tied and bruised in the bowels of hell, she realizes that her plan to escape her up-coming marriage has gone horribly wrong. Her only hope of escape comes in the form of Brigg, cursed Rain Demon and bitter, human hating bastard. But beggars can’t be choosers.

When Brigg finds himself in possession of a human and a horde of angry demons desperate to get her back, he flees. When he realizes that she is the daughter of the witch that cursed him and his family, he believes that he has finally got the opportunity he has been hoping for. The only thing he must decide now is what is more important to him, the reversal of the curse, or revenge?

Neither one are prepared for the flame that ignites between them. But will the spark be enough to break to the curse that holds them apart?

EXCERPT

Brigg walked back to the castle and opened the heavy wooden door. He was utterly shattered. His muscles burned from running but his mind was still filled with Cally. No matter how hard or fast he had run, he couldn’t clear her from his thoughts. He had waited until he was sure she was asleep before he came back.

What was he going to do tomorrow? Lust was so heavy in his body, it burned and urged him—even when she was nowhere near.

The moment his feet set down in the hallway, Brigg’s attention was drawn to the library. A dull, but cozy light shone out from the gap around the door and Cally’s scent hit him hard. She was still up? Can’t a demon catch a break?  His feet took him to the library door with no conscious thought other than…

Mine.

His heart-rate picked up and throbbed in his ears. He grabbed the door handle and yanked the heavy dark oak back. Cally sat in the middle of the room on a large leather chair, on her lap sat a big, leather-bound book. Clearly startled by his entrance, she jumped a little.

“Brigg!” Her eyes wide, she watched him as he stood in the doorway. He was unable to move, struck dumb by the image she made sitting the chair, holding the big book—looking all sleepy and sweet. “Are you ok?” She frowned and then set the book aside. She dropped her elegant legs to the floor and stood up. She was wearing his shirt, the one that he had loaned to her, but she no longer had the baggy trousers on—and Brigg couldn’t look away from the creamy flesh  on display.

She had beautiful, shapely, feminine legs, and as she moved closer, he could see that her skin was smooth. Fuck! He wanted to taste her. His head pounded and his chest drew tight. She was a vision, an image plucked right from his dreams. Many a time—before the curse—he had dreamed of such a beauty being his. She would look at him with a soft expression, just as Cally did right now. And he would take her in all the ways he craved. But he was no longer that young Rain Demon, the young demon with smooth skin and a face as human as hers. He was a beast, an ugly monster who didn’t deserve the look of interest Cally was flashing right now. He let out a low growl. Cally stopped moving, her eyes flaring wide.

That’s it, human, be scared of the Beast.

“What are you doing awake?” The growl still sat in his voice when he spoke, and he wasn’t surprised to see Cally swallow visibly.

“I-I couldn’t sleep.” She took another slow step in Briggs direction, all the while she watched him as if he might run, or attack. Brigg stayed perfectly still, aware that the moment he allowed his body to move, it would go in her direction. Everything inside him homed in on the Princess. The Beast, the Rain Demon—it all focused on Cally and her bare flesh and bright eyes. The closer she got, the harder his beast was to control.

“Stop, Human.”

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Today we welcome Doris O’Connor, who’s on a blog tour promoting her latest release, Lure of Forever. Comment to enter her drawing ~ three lucky readers who comment on her blog tour posts will win a copy! You can find links to her other tour posts at the end of her blog below. Without further ado, Here’s Doris!

MY NIGGLING HERO

Niggle, niggle, nag, nag, niggle. Not very attractive qualities normally, unless you’re an ancient vampire breathing down your author’s neck, giving her a proverbial kick up the back side to get your story told or even to get it promoted.

I am of course talking about Lucas De Tourneau, ancient vampire, hero of Lure Of Forever, and royal pain in the seat to me. Ever since Lucas first made an appearance in Lure Of The Blood, and a certain shifter got the girl, Lucas has been niggling at me to have his story told.

Now Lucas, being Lucas, is rather particular. He likes things done just so, and heaven help you when you don’t do as you’re told. He is not a patient man, and he has a rather dim view of humans. However he does have a soft spot for curvy brunettes, the sassier the better.

I knew I needed to find him a strong heroine. A woman who would stand up to him and keep him in check, whilst driving him slowly round the bend. A woman who would raise all of his protective instincts and make him remember things he would rather forget.

A woman not at all impressed by his ‘vampire act’. A woman named Coralie Roberts.

When Coralie stumbles on his boat, he doesn’t quite know what to do with her. She is different and his interest is piqued, especially when he can’t compel her. What is he to do with this little bundle of curves?

Only one thing he can do…

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It was her turn to stop speaking when he grabbed her hand and pulled her flush into his body.  Merde, if her curvy body didn’t rub against all the right places. It had been way too long since he’d indulged himself.  This little human may well regret having landed on his boat in the morning, and he had to find out what she knew. His blood surged south, pooling in his balls at the mere thought of having those soft curves writhing under him. All that banked passion, he sensed, would make for an interesting time under the sheets.

He allowed his fangs to run out a little further, waiting for her reaction, which turned out to be amusing and infuriating in equal measures. She rolled her eyes and pushed against his chest.

He let her go, but not before he noticed the way her breathing and heart accelerated with a satisfied smile. He may not be able to reach her mind, but her body was another matter. The exasperated sound she made deep in her throat shot straight to his cock, and he shifted imperceptibly to get comfortable in his jeans.

She glared at him, shaking her head, and drops of moisture flew in the air. His conscience stirred briefly. As she’d arrived here looking like a drowned rat, he figured she must be getting cold. He stepped closer again, but her raised hand and incredulous expression stopped him.

“You have got to be kidding me. Are those things growing? Seriously? Aren’t you a bit too old to play Dracula?”

The nerve of the little minx. She made him sound like a five-year-old, playing dress up. As she headed for the door, dismissing him as though he was a child, he pounced and spun her around before she could reach for the door handle.

Her eyes widened and her breath hitched. He caged her in against the wall, the rhythm of her heartbeat reminding him that he hadn’t fed in several days. His cock pressed painfully against the seam of his fly, her ineffective struggles in his arms waking up the bloodlust he usually held under iron control. Ahhh, it had been way too long since he had the thrill of the chase. She shivered and stopped struggling when he ran his fangs along her neck and he smiled. He had her now. He pulled back slightly to see her expression. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide and unblinking as she looked up at him.

“Ah, that’s better, Chere. Does this feel as though I’m playing at Dracula? I let you know he has nothing on me. I have been around for…Umph.”

His balls exploded as her knee came up and hit the bull’s eye.  He staggered back when she pushed against his chest, in too much pain at that moment to stop her.

“Spare me, big boy. This may work in your little gatherings, but please. Are you that deluded, you actually believe you could hypnotize me? What next? You’re gonna sparkle in the sun? Turn into a bat?” She stamped her foot in frustration at his complete inability to utter a response. “Oh, for goodness sakes. Speak, man. I didn’t hit you that hard.”

“That is a matter of interpretation.” He just about managed to croak his response. He had to resist the urge to cup his aching balls to make sure they were still attached. That woman had bloody hard knees. At least she had the good grace to look a little chagrined, as her chocolate eyes rested briefly on his groin.

A slight flush crept into her cheeks and she didn’t look at him when she mumbled, “Well, yes. I’m sorry if I hurt you, but what do you expect me to do? Stand there and let you maul me with your fake teeth? They’re bloody sharp, you know. If you insist on wearing them, I’d file them down, before you end up hurting someone.”

She worried her bottom lip with her teeth and amusement replaced his annoyance.  Righteous indignation warred with worry in every line of her delectable body. She was a walking enigma, this bundle of curves. The well-buried human part of him stirred in recognition––of what, exactly? He wasn’t sure, and now was not the time to ponder on that. Shifting slightly, relief flooded him as the ache in his balls ceased.

“Are you OK? Don’t need an icepack or something?”

“I’ll live, it seems, but thank you. Shall we start again?” He extended his hand as he spoke.

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I was chuckling to myself when I wrote that scene .

Well, ancient vampire or not, a girl has to keep these men under control somehow—especially niggling heroes.

*looks pointedly at Lucas and reminds him that she is planning another book in the series and Coralie may have a few more tricks up her sleeve*

*smiles to herself, as Lucas stops niggling*

I tell you, the things us authors have to put up with…

Book Blurb:

You’d think a three thousand year old vampire would believe in forever. Not Lucas. He has an escaped demon to hunt and no time for the follies of humankind. When strip-o-gram Coralie arrives on his boat, she awakens human instincts long buried, and protecting her becomes of paramount importance.

Coralie, standing in for a friend, is mortally embarrassed at having stumbled onto the wrong boat. The vampire wannabe she encounters makes her body sing in ways she never thought possible. Finding out that he is indeed the real thing throws everything she ever believed in into doubt.

With the demon closing in and the future of humanity in peril will they manage to find their forever?

Buy Links: Amazon  Amazon UK  Evernight

Author bio:

Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to baby and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies and one very understanding and supportive husband.  Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her sexy Alpha heroes and sassy heroines tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps. She writes contemporary, erotic and paranormal romance.

German born, Doris now resides in the middle of a busy town in Bedfordshire/England and dreams of a nice big house by the sea, with plenty of space to run kids and dogs and let her imagination soar.

Find Doris on the web:

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Contest:

If you’d like to be in with a chance to win a copy of Lure Of Forever, just leave a comment. I will be picking three winners at the end of my blog tour.  Every time you comment on one of my stops, you will get another entry into the draw J

Details of the tour stops can be found HERE