Friday, 28 September 2012

Birds of a feather - Give away!

I've always thought it would be kinda cool to fly. I mean, super hero power? Surely flight has got to be well and truly up there don't you think? And sex on the wing? Count me in. So when I jumped into paranormal world, I figured my heroes really needed to fly. Today I thought I'd give away a copy of my latest title A Talon at Her Throat, featuring bird of prey a plenty.

Writing this book I 'dived' (sorry) into research about birds of prey as I wanted my Talon shapeshifters to be able to chose at will which features they'd take from the world's catalog of aeral hunters.
The Brahminy Kite for example calls with a mewing "keeyew"and sometimes take on much bigger birds, even eagles, if they're in a mob. One brave bird. Whereas Kestral, birds of true beauty in their ability to hover and beautiful striped plumage, wouldn't go for anything much bigger than a large lizard. But man are they pretty.
I loved letting the Talon shift between Eagle, Kestral, Kite and even Osprey in A Talon at her Throat. And there's even a gentle-ish owl in the mix. Amazing how those creatures can look wise or brutal with just a slight change of their heads.

There's plenty of bird of prey to choose from. I'd love to know what characteristics you'd pick to adorn your Talon hero. Steel sharp sight? Expansive wing breadth? Or soft downy feathers at his groin? Leave a comment here, through my website, on facebook or twitter to win! 
Thanks for stopping by!

Excerpt - A Talon at Her Throat
Her body throbbed, the heat of liquid arousal rushing between her legs. It was wrong, so wrong. And yet, how could it be when every part of her body yearned to fit into his like a neat eternal jigsaw piece. Without meaning to Yasmin felt a gentle rocking start up as she rubbed up against him, her legs spread wide as he held them around his waist.
Her shirt already open, Gray tore through the thin lace of her bra, and the wind against her bared breasts felt incredible, icy on her nipples. As he nuzzled there, Yasmin felt a hand move from her butt to the front of her pants.
Damn! If his hand was there, what the hell was holding her up and safe?
 Before she could protest that he might drop her or that she wasn’t about to get naked mid-air, her pants were spiraling down towards the earth.
With only a small scrap of white lace now separating her from his need, Yasmin felt the slick of her sex urging him on. Never had a man aroused her like this, made her body respond despite her mind’s protests.
His biceps bulged as he shifted her just a little closer and held her against his hard length to stop her wriggling. Her stomach clenched as the power of those muscles promised the strength he would bring should he drive himself into her. It would feel soooo good. “Oh, yes.” She threw back her head.

You can read more or grab your own copy on the Wild Rose Press site or on iTunes.


  1. Feathers. Gimme feathers blending perfectly with human skin in all the right places. So soft to snuggle.

  2. Oooh, I love a bird of prey! We have the lots falcons living near us. People breed them and keep them to help rid the vineyards of grape theiving birds. Love seeing them swooping over the wines at dusk. An enormous wing span is what I'd choose for my Talon hero. {;o)

    1. Nice. Nothing like a hero swooping down to save you/protect you/ward off theiving grapestealers...;-)

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