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Today marks the official release of Seduce the Darkness.  I am SO excited about this!  But you know what sucks?  I will be gone from the blog for a few days.  What a time to leave, I know.  But it can't be helped.

Posted by Gena Showalter at 6:47 AM 23 comments    

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I know I've posted him before, and I believe I first found him at the Lords of the Underworld message board, but every time I see him, he makes me think of Amun -- whose story I think I will be telling next.  And that's probably who the message board ladies saw him as, too, but I just can't remember.

Posted by Gena Showalter at 5:30 AM 18 comments    

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Coming out of deep deadline to tell you that you've got a chance to win a copy of Mark of the Demon by Diana Rowland.  Just go here.  You won't want to miss this one.  Look at that gorgeous cover, and look who blurbed this book: Charlaine Harris!  

Posted by Gena Showalter at 5:55 AM 4 comments    

Seduce the Darkness is now shipping from Amazon.  Just go here.  

Posted by Gena Showalter at 5:32 AM 20 comments    

I've written about a typical writing day for me here.

Posted by Gena Showalter at 4:56 AM 12 comments    

Gena needs a little inspiration today, and nothing does it better than her favorite man, Colin!

Posted by Jill Monroe at 2:30 PM 7 comments    

I feel bad for pushing that slice of beekcake heaven down a thread.  He'll have to return soon.  

“Well, well.  Aren’t you a pretty thing?” the man said, offering her a hand.  That voice. . . deep and raspy and just roused from bed, as perfect as his face and body.            
            As people buzzed beside them -- the females staring at him in open-mouthed wonder, the males giving him a wide berth -- Bride tentatively accepted his aid.  His warm fingers curled around her wrist, and he easily hefted her up.
   When she gained her bearings, she realized he’d tugged her forward so that they were only a few inches apart.  He did not release her hand.  Her smaller height placed her gaze right at the steady pulse in his neck, and her mouth once again watered.
            Concentrate.  Bride raised her chin and forced herself to look him in the eye. “You smell like my friend Aleaha Love.  Do you know her?” Wait.  What if she’d changed her name?  He could have been with her and not even known it.
            “I smell like a woman, hmm?”
            At least he didn’t sound insulted.  Merely amused.  “Yes.”
            “Well, you smell like sex.” He leaned down as if he intended to share a secret with her, moonlight caressing him as though it couldn’t help itself.  Maybe it couldn’t. “The dirtiest kind of sex, at that.  Which just happens to be my favorite.”  His thumb traced her palm.
            A shiver slid the length of her spine.  He was flirting with her, and wickedly so.  Though she had no desire to flirt back – really -- she forced herself to say, “Wow. Already we have something in common.”  One thing she knew about men.  They were more likely to help a woman if they thought they’d get something in return.  “That’s my favorite kind, too.”
            That put a surprised sparkle in his amber eyes.  “Isn’t this just my lucky day, then?”  
            “You never answered my question.  Do you know Aleaha Love?”
            “I know many women, but their names escape me right now.  I so want to solve this mystery and become your hero.  Perhaps your friend and I use the same perfume.”
            “She doesn’t wear perfume and I doubt you do, either.”  Even though so much time had passed since Bride had seen Aleaha, she knew her friend would never douse herself in any kind of body spray.  Aleaha had to be as desperate to find Bride as Bride was to find Aleaha.  She couldn’t believe otherwise.  Aleaha was the one person who would never have walked away from her willingly.  They’d become family, relied on each other.
            “Perhaps, then, it’s a coincidence that we smell the same.”
            “Perhaps.”  Her shoulders slumped.  He could very well be a shape-shifter like Aleaha, and all shape-shifters could very well produce the same fragrance.
            “I didn’t expect you to agree.  Darling, coincidences don’t just happen.  We need to put our heads together and think up some kind of explanation for this extraordinary occurrence.  I do my best thinking in bed.  You?”
            She laughed; she just couldn’t help herself.  The man was incorrigible.  “Another thing we have in common.  Thinking in bed.  Alone.”  Letting him assume a little some-some was possible was one thing. Outright agreeing to it was another.
            “Alone.”  He tsked under his tongue.  “Now that’s just silly.”  

Posted by Gena Showalter at 11:40 AM 8 comments    

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You're welcome :)  He is hawt!

Posted by Gena Showalter at 6:33 AM 21 comments    

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