Blurb
Book
one in the Taming the Beast series
No more Mr. Nice
Guy.
For Becca Salt
being a witch isn’t all magic. Too curvy and lonely, she spends her
nights running a makeover service for demons, vamps, weres and
zombies who want to project a more human, normal side. Their goal? To
get the babes without the authorities hunting them down like rabid
dogs. Once Becca suppresses the worst of their beast, they’re on
the hunt and gone.
Dating has been a
definite bitch for Eric Diletto. Although he’s hot and hung, he’s
also one of Cupid’s descendants—a god born to believe in
courtship, courtesy and all that other junk. Tired of women dumping
him for the bad boys, Eric hires Becca to release his inner beast.
Grrrr.
Two potions later,
they’re crawling all over each other. With Eric’s newfound
dominance, he’s definitely the man. And the god, who intends to
take Becca here, there and everywhere. Who said sorcery and love
wasn’t fun?
Warning—A
witchdoctor’s nightmare. Contains potions with weird side effects,
a sorceress with limited magical skills and a yearning heart, plus a
minor god who wants to get down and dirty. Bad, bad boy.
Excerpt
She fingered her
top. “What are you?” He wasn’t a demon or a vamp. However, a
were or other shifter wasn’t implausible. “Exactly what?”
“I’m Eric.
Di-let-to.”
He’d pronounced
his last name ultra slow, as though that should mean something to
her.
It wasn’t ringing
a bell. “Okay.”
“No, it’s not.
I haven’t always gone by Eric. I changed my first name when I was
twelve. Got tired of having to fight the other kids, you know?”
Becca did. She’d
had her own scuffles when anyone had dared call her fat. Compassion
and tenderness for him mingled with her building lust. “Tell me
your real first name. Please.”
He sagged to the
sofa. “You’ll laugh.”
“Never.” She
hurried around her desk.
He leaned away from
her.
Becca stopped. No
way did she want him to feel more unglued than he already was or to
make a fool of herself by being too forward. “I don’t make fun. I
don’t bully. I had enough of that when I was a child to know how
much it hurts.”
He nodded
sympathetically. “The other kids made fun of your hair, huh?”
“No.” She
curled her upper lip. “There’s something wrong with my hair?”
He held up his
hands in appeasement. “Not at all. I really like the color and the
way you wear it.” He gestured to his own head to demonstrate her
bob and bangs. “It’s great.”
Sure,
and Santa Claus is a card-carrying Communist.
“The other kids made fun of my weight.” There, she’d said it.
Little need to pretend there wasn’t a four-ton elephant in the
room.
“Really?” He
took her in, loitering on her ample cleavage and curvy hips. “I
don’t see how. You’re perfect. Most women today are too skinny.”
Honesty shone on
his face.
Becca liked that
and what he’d said. “What’s your real first name?”
He lay on the sofa,
arm draped over his eyes. He looked like a patient unwilling to
confess his innermost thoughts to a shrink.
“Come on.” She
used her gentlest tone. “We can’t help you if you don’t tell us
what the problem is. It can’t be that bad.”
“Wanna bet? My
real first name is Eros.”
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