Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Guest @Nancy_Corrigan Unexpected Find #RomFantasy

I write erotic? Really?

I never meant to write erotic romance. I knew I loved Ellora’s Cave books from their sweeter titles to their kinkier ones but I figured my book would be on the tamer side. Since I love all romance with a HEA, I was okay with that. My characters, on the other hand, were not. They wanted sex, lots of hot sex. No matter how many times I tried to write my story without it, they kept finding every opportunity to get naked. I finally gave it, seemed easier than listening to their complaints. So…yeah, I write erotic. And I’m okay with that too.

Happy reading!
Nancy Corrigan

Unexpected Find blurb
Royal Pride, Book 1

Since the murder of her best friend, Jazz is stuck in a safe but lonely way of life. She’s willing to sacrifice everything to keep herself and her family safe from the shifter world. The sexy stranger who struts into her friend’s bar changes all that. From the first glance Jazz knows she’s sunk—their chemistry sizzles from across the room, it’ll be undeniable up close.

Jazz is the most beautiful female Rafe has ever seen and he wants her from the second he sets eyes on her. The depth of the need that swamps him every time he’s near her surprises him. It takes every last ounce of his self control not to pounce on Jazz and make her his. Only her distrust of his shifter nature holds him back. He counts it as a win every time his beloved human gives in to their passion and takes him to her bed. But Rafe’s patience isn’t infinite and he’ll do whatever it takes, face any danger—past or present—to ensure that Jazz becomes his. Forever.

Royal Pride series blurb

As multi-feline shifters, Royals—the privileged descendants of the gods—live with the wants and demands of the animal spirits sharing their bodies. Everything is more intense for a Royal—their primal drives, possessiveness and lusts. Exotically beautiful and strong, these immortals never lack companionship but once their mating instincts are triggered, nothing sways their devotion or dims their desire.

Their dominant nature demands they claim their female’s body and soul, ensuring their chosen one knows exactly to whom they belong. Once marked as a Royal’s beloved, their women realize how wickedly satisfying life can be with a mate focused on meeting their every need.


Jasmine was the first female to stir his instincts and bring his primal side out. He needed to taste her arousal, swallow her desire. Nothing else mattered.

With a kick, the door clicked closed, blocking out the laughter and music. The rapid beat of her heart and the soft moans reflecting her approval filled his ears. He carried her to the leather couch he’d spied earlier and lowered her without breaking the melding of their mouths. Stretched over her, he slipped his hand into the fall of her hair and cradled the back of her head. On and on they kissed until her arms looped around him and one leg hooked over his waist. The move opened her to him, an invitation that assured him she felt safe in his arms, ready to allow him further access to her body.

He broke the kiss and skimmed his lips along her jaw to her ear. He caught the tender lobe between his teeth and nibbled. Another shudder ran through her body. A sensitive spot. Good. Finding each one seemed necessary. He should be worried about why that was but he wasn’t. The soft moans she rewarded him with outweighed the concern.

While he sucked on the flesh, he reached for the button of her shorts, popped it and pulled the zipper down. Her muscles tensed but he sat up, hooked his fingers around the hem and yanked the denim down her legs. A flick of his wrist and he tossed the material behind him. Simple white bikinis covered her sex. Nothing had ever looked more tempting.

“What are you doing?”

She didn’t tell him to stop so he laid a palm over the cotton and slid his fingers down her cloth-covered cleft. Dampened heat seeped into the fingertips but he needed to touch her, feel the slickened lips. He slid one finger under the elastic and groaned.

“Touching you.”

He peeked at her through the fall of his hair, not bothering the push it out of the way. Watching the half-lidded, drowsy look of arousal spread over her face was much more important.

“You’re wet, Jasmine.”

She whimpered. Her gaze flicked from his face to where his fingers moved behind the cloth of her panties. The excited yet hesitant way she watched him made him wonder exactly how experienced the little siren was. From the way she kissed, he would’ve said very. But this display made him question that assumption.

He slipped a finger between her lower lips, swirled it in the opening and whispered, “Drenched.”

“We shouldn’t do this,” she said but made no attempt to get away so he dipped the tip inside.

The sheath he slid his finger into felt untried, tight. Muscles gripped the small invasion. Her eyes rolled back and a low moan spilled from her throat. His breathing quickened in response to her growing excitement. He pushed deeper, met no resistance. Not a virgin, just inexperienced. And he looked forward to educating her. Starting now. But first he had to be sure.

“Do you want me to stop?”

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About Me

I've always been an avid reader and encourage everyone to escape the hectic daily grind with a few minutes a day in your favorite book.

I'm lucky enough to share my cat's home with my three wonderful children, husband, dog and snake. When not writing, I work as a chemist in a pharmaceutical lab.

My passions beyond reading and family include music, classic cars, tattoos and animals (all of which have found their way into my writing in one form or another).

So that's a little bit about me...


1 comment:

  1. Thanks Denyse for having me over to visit on my release day! :-)


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