Author: Francesca Hawley
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Date Published: February 22nd 2013
Book Description
When her
parents’ rock band The Pack performs at Zach’s bar, Mandy discovers her True
Mate, Joe Blackwolf, the band’s lead singer and guitarist. All she has to do
now is convince Joe that she told a little white lie to make her mom happy, her
father that rock musicians aren’t all alike, and her new mate’s family that
rockers aren’t all that different from classical musicians.
Joe
Blackwolf is celebrating his fortieth birthday. And what he wishes for when he
blows out the candles is to find his True Mate. He succeeds when he meets Mandy
Goldwolf. Problem is…she belongs to someone else. Finding out the truth leaves
him free to explore every inch of her smokin’ hot curves, but now Joe and Mandy
are neck deep in overbearing relatives and everyone is in for a rockin’
Valentine’s Day.
A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from
Ellora’s Cave
Excerpt
“Am I dead, Angel? Cause you look
like you’re straight from heaven!”
“That has to be the worst line I’ve
ever heard,” Mandy laughed, looking up into warm brown eyes. She shivered as he
settled into the chair beside her.
“Maybe, but it made you laugh.” He
took her hand. “Can I buy you a drink?”
Joe waved over a waiter and ordered
for them without once releasing her hand. She could feel the rough calluses
guitar playing had created on his fingers, but they turned her on. He turned
her on.
This was Joe? “Good ole Joe” as Eddie
called him. He was neither good nor old. No. He was gorgeous…and talented. Zach
wasn’t kidding when he’d said this Blackwolf was a great guitarist and singer.
For the first time since Carly bugged her, she wished with all her might she
hadn’t lied about Zach being her mate. Zach might be handsome, but Joe made her
throb in places that hadn’t throbbed in all of her thirty-five years.
“So what’s with the camera, Angel?
Fan or reporter?”
Mandy looked down at her fingers
clenched around her camera strap. If she told him who she was, he’d back off so
fast she’d see skid marks on the floor. Just this once, she wanted to pretend
she was someone else. Just tonight. She leaned forward pressing her lips
against his ear.
“I’m more than a fan. I’m a groupie.
Can’t you tell?” He shuddered, turning his head he met her gaze. The fire
glowing in his eyes set her boiling. Yes. She had to have him. Now.
“A groupie? For just any rock
musician?”
“No, Joe. I want you.”
“Fuck, yeah,” he growled, standing so
abruptly his chair toppled over. No one nearby noticed as he dragged her to her
feet. “Where?”
Mandy looked over toward the hallway
leading to Zach’s office and smiled. They had a clear path. She pulled him
after her and they ducked into the shadowy space. He pressed her to the wall
and took her mouth in a deep kiss. Their mouths meshed together. Joe pulled
back to nip at her lips, then ran his tongue along the inside edge of her lower
lip. She caught his long dark hair in her fingers, holding his mouth to hers.
Fire. Heat. She’d never felt anything
like this in her entire life. She moaned as his mouth slid to nuzzle her neck.
Mandy wrapped her free arm around him, clutching his leather jacket. She lifted
her right leg along his hip. He stepped into the opening she’d created,
thrusting his hips against hers.
She shivered as his rough fingers
slid along her leg and under her skirt. He slipped his fingers under her
panties and cupped her ass. Grasping her, he pulled her more firmly against his
hard cock. He reached up to her peasant top, untying the drawstring to bare her
bra covered breast. His hot breath teased her neck and then his warm tongue
grazed her skin as he licked his way over her curves
“Hey. Anyone seen Joe?” Mandy and Joe
froze as she heard Eddie’s voice. He was close. Too close. She looked out of
the entrance of the hall. She didn’t see him, but he was right there. She knew
it. Mandy closed her eyes, fighting to keep her panting excitement from giving
them away.
“I think I saw him with a hot chick
earlier. I didn’t get a good look at her though. Just noticed she was his
type.” Tom responded with a laugh.
Joe groaned in her ear, and kissed
her cheek. She turned to look up at him. He was still on fire, she could see it
but there was a definite question in his dark eyes? Stop or go?
She lowered her leg and he sighed,
then she smiled and grabbed his hand. “This way,” she whispered.
Mandy knew there was an empty
unlocked office back here and she wanted this wolf and she wanted him now. He
chuckled as they moved into the darkness. She found the door on the right and
turned the knob. Hearing the click, she pushed, wincing at the creak when the
door stuck. He pushed her through and they shut the door behind them. Mandy
flipped the light switch, blinking a bit to adjust to the table lamps that came
on. She’d been expecting an overhead. They looked at each other and grinned.
Joe pulled her over to the empty desk
and she climbed up onto it. He stroked her cheek. “You’re sure?”
“Yes. I don’t want to stop. Not now.”
About
the Author
Many people don’t like the word, “fat” but I do
because it’s the truth and I’ve learned to own it. I am a fat chick and I always will be. Even
if my fairy godmother popped in right at this moment and waved her wand to make
me a size 2, I know that mentally and emotionally I’d still be a fat chick. So
why is this relevant? Well, my size has had a major influence on how I see the
world and how I write.
I first began to read romance when I was in my
teens. I loved the genre, but the heroines were all thin. Their thighs didn’t
rub together…had never rubbed together…and frankly I had trouble relating to
these ladies. The stories were great—full of emotion and well told, but the
heroines weren’t like me and that was a major disappointment. I kept wondering where were the fat heroines?
I found some occasionally, but to have their Happily Ever After they usually
had to lose weight and go from ugly duckling to swan.
Well, I wanted a fat heroine who loved herself—or
at least learned to love herself—and a hot alpha hero who liked her jiggly bits
just the way they were. Since I didn’t find many big girls to read about, I
decided to write about them myself.
After all, I loved to write anyway and had been writing almost as long as I’d
been reading, so Francesca Hawley – author of Romance with Dangerous Curves was
born.
In a Francesca Hawley romance, my readers will
find authentic, sensual, fat heroines who love and are loved by their intense,
passionate, and seductive Alpha heroes. I hope you enjoy their dangerous curves
just as much as their hunky heroes do.
You can stalk Francesca online at –
Website – http://www.francescahawley.com
Twitter – https://twitter.com/francescahawley
Facebook – http://www.facebook.com/francesca.hawley
You Tube – http://www.youtube.com/francescahawley
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Thanks so much for hosting me today! Cupid Rocks was a blast to write and I really loved Joe and Mandy.
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