Each touch more overwhelming than the ones before – #PNR #Halloween #Giveaway

Once again it’s Wednesday – the first Wednesday in October. Though it’s a few weeks before Halloween, I’ve already started to celebrate. I’ll be featuring my paranormal books throughout the month, starting with today’s Book Hooks.

Meanwhile, I am participating in Kate Hill’s month long Halloween party, which includes dozens of authors, free books, and a prize package that includes a copy of my featured book for today, The Eyes of Bast. Do check it out, and enter to win!

 

Blurb

Trust your heart. Follow your dreams.

When instinct tells Shaina to visit the feral cat trap she’s set in Central Park, she listens to that inner voice. The sleek black cat she finds has a terrible secret. Tom is an unwilling shape shifter, cursed by a sorceress who craved a human plaything. Shaina vows to defeat the vicious but seductive witch and save the man she believes is her soul mate—though it might mean losing him forever.

Buy Links

Kinky Literature – https://www.kinkyliterature.com/book/4072-the-eyes-of-bast-/

Amazon US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C4LVYDLH

Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0C4LVYDLH

Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1390042

Barnes and Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-eyes-of-bast-lisabet-sarai/1121761796?ean=2940166056207

Kobo - https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-eyes-of-bast-2

Apple Books - https://books.apple.com/us/book/x/id6448929321

Add on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/150375804-the-eyes-of-bast

The Hook (Exclusive Excerpt!)

“I knew I’d heard that address before. She owns a place in the Dakota!” Tom and I huddled in shadow under the trees. I gazed at the iconic stone building, across Central Park West. “She must be rolling in money.”

“She doesn’t need money. She can have anything she wants simply by using her glamour on anyone who stands in her way. It is impossible to resist her.”

Recalling my phone conversation with Delphine Montserrat, I understood what he meant. But I was determined to do whatever was necessary to set my lover free. The strength of my love, I hoped, would shield me from her influence.

I couldn’t see his face clearly in the deepening gloom, but despair colored Tom’s voice. Wanting to offer some comfort, I snaked my arm around his waist and pulled him against my body. A jolt of familiar arousal shot through me. For once, he seemed oblivious to my closeness.

“Would she have brought her magical apparatus with her to New York?” I squinted up at the few lighted windows, wondering if any of them belonged to apartment sixteen.

“Probably her books, at least. She has two suitcases full of dusty old volumes that she takes everywhere—the ‘essentials of the black arts’ she called them once. She is never without them.” A shudder ran through his frame. “Once in Paris, she used them to summon a pair of demons who sodomized me for her amusement.”

“Oh, God, Tom… I’m sorry. Look, we need to get into her apartment somehow and check those books. Perhaps one of them includes the spell she cast upon you—and the means to reverse it. We have to lure her away from the building. Then we can sneak in.”

“Impossible. I’m sure she would establish a magic circle of protection to bar intruders. Anyway, I’ve accompanied her to enough luxury hotels to know that place over there will have plenty of human guards and cameras to keep out riff-raff like you and me.”

“But could they keep out a cat?” I pressed my lips to his cheek and gave him a squeeze. “After dark, you can change back and forth at will, right? I’ll bet that in your feline form you could manage to slip inside.”

“Even if I could fool the guards, she’d know the instant I crossed the threshold.”

“What could she do, though, if she were occupied with something else, miles away? Can she fly?”

“No, I don’t think so. You have some plan?”

“I do and we can actually try it tonight, if you are willing.” I reached up to cradle his face in my palms. “I’ll do anything, Tom—risk anything—to break her hold on you. But I can’t do it alone.”

“You’re a fool, Shaina Williams. She’ll destroy us both.” He did not resist, though, when I drew him into a kiss. The usual rush of sensations and images swept me away. You’d think I would have become accustomed to it by now—the world wheeling around us, tipsy and sparkling with stars, the warm pressure of his mouth turning me molten, his wild fennel taste and his scent of wood smoke and crushed grass—but if anything, each touch was more intense and overwhelming than the ones before.

I hope you’ll visit the other authors who are participating in today’s Book Hooks!

 

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