It’s
Wednesday! That means it’s time for another MFRW Book Hooks blog
hop.
I
managed to visit almost everybody’s post last week. One thing I
noticed is that my fellow authors were posting much shorter excerpts
than I’ve been doing. They’re true “hooks”... just snippets
to get readers interested.
I
have a tendency to be long-winded, but I thought I’d try a similar
approach today to see if that increased the number of visitors. I’m
featuring my cat shifter erotic romance The Eyes of Bast
today. Check it out and let me know what you think!
Blurb
Trust
your heart.
Follow your
dreams.
Shaina
Williams’
grandmother
bequeathed her
that wisdom,
along with
an old
pendant from
the Islands,
carved from
an ocelot’s
tooth. When
instinct tells
Shaina to
visit the
feral cat
trap she’s
set in
Central Park,
she listens
to that
inner voice.
She discovers
she’s
caged a
magnificent black
tom, but
the cat
inexplicably
vanishes after
she tends
to his
wounds. Seeking
the errant
feline, Shaina
encounters
instead a
handsome stranger
whose slightest
touch sets
her body
on fire.
As the
day dawns
after a
night of
ferocious
passion, her
mysterious lover
is forced
back into
his true
shape—the
tomcat she
rescued.
Born
a
cat,
Tom
was
transformed
into
an
unwilling
shape
shifter
by
a
sorceress
who
craved
a
human
plaything
to
satisfy
her
perverse
lusts.
Centuries
old
and
irresistibly
powerful,
Delphine
Montserrat
will
stop
at
nothing
to
find
her
runaway
familiar.
Shaina
vows
to
do
whatever
is
necessary
to
defeat
the
vicious
but
seductive
witch
and
save
the
man
she
believes
is
her
soul
mate—even
though
it
might
mean
losing
him
forever.
Hook
“It’s
not safe
here after
dark, you
know.”
His
earnest tone
made me
chuckle. I
held up
the can
of mace.
“I can
take care
of myself.”
Worry
furrowed his
high forehead.
“That won’t
help against
some of
the things
that come
out at
night.”
A
chill shot
through me.
I shook
it away.
“I was
just headed
home anyway.”
“Good.
You should
be careful.”
His smile
returned, melting
my last
vestiges of
suspicion. He
pronounced his
English with
a precision
that made
me wonder
if he
spoke something
else as
his native
language. It
wasn’t
exactly an
accent, but
I could
tell he
wasn’t
a native
New Yorker.
“What
about you?”
“Oh,
I know
my way
around here,”
he answered.
He ran
his fingers
through his
curls and
arched his
back a
bit, as
though
stretching.
Despite that
odd awkwardness,
he was
lithe and
graceful. A
brief pang
of desire
shot through
me. “And
I have
excellent night
vision.
Exceptionally
sharp hearing
too.”
I
couldn’t
figure out
why, but
something about
him felt
familiar. “Have
we met
before?” I
asked then
cringed,
realizing it
sounded like
a pick-up
line. “I
mean…um…
I don’t
mean…” Hot
blood climbed
into my
cheeks, though
the shadows
were probably
too dense
for him
to detect
my discomfort.
His
bold laugh
rang out
in the
growing darkness.
“Maybe we
have met,”
he said.
“I live
in the
neighborhood. Do
you?”
“Pretty
close,” I
answered, alarm
bells sounding
in my
head. No
matter how
handsome and
charming he
was, I
wasn’t
about to
give him
my address.
“Well,
then, you
never know.
You said
you were
heading home.
May I
walk with
you?” He
took my
arm without
waiting for
my permission.
“Um…
Actually…”
His
touch
stopped
me
cold.
It
drove
out
rational
thought.
As
if
someone
had
turned
on
a
faucet,
hormones
poured
into
my
blood.
My
nipples
tensed
and
my
lower
lips
grew
plump
and
slick.
Fire
tipped
the
fingers
resting
on
my
bare
forearm.
I
gasped,
staring
up
in
wonder
at
his
strong,
even
features,
overcome
by
his
imminent
maleness.
I
wanted to stretch out in the grass and pull him down on top of me. I
was dying to feel his weight on my chest, his hardness probing
between my thighs. Skin on skin was what I craved, with an urgency
I’d never experienced in my all my twenty-eight years.
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