Monday, March 30, 2015

Demon’s Bounty, Book 1 in Hunting Hell Jocelyn Dex

Thanks for having me here today! Demon’s Bounty is a cross between erotic paranormal romance and urban fantasy. It features a fun cast of characters including: demons, a siren, a dog, a witch and others. Check out the blurb and excerpt below and if it sounds good to you, I hope you’ll give it a read.


Welcome to the Network, a secret organization with a mission to hunt and kill rogue demons, a job best left to the experts. When the Network hires a siren named Lydie, things get a lot more complicated for veteran demon hunter Tanner, and a lot hotter. Passion ignites when Tanner decides to give in to his desires and sample what Lydie is offering in Demon’s Bounty, Book 1 of Jocelyn Dex's new paranormal series Hunting Hell.


“Nice place,” he said as he accepted her offer to sit. “Thanks.” She treated him to a dazzling smile that formed a lump in his throat. The urge to reach out and touch her golden hair and lick her pink lips deluged him. 

“Can I get you anything?” Had he imagined the suggestiveness in her tone? Probably. As much as he wanted her, he was probably projecting his wants onto her. He cleared his throat and tried to keep from ogling her. 

“No thanks. The man you left with tonight, I need to know where you dropped him off.” She leaned in a little closer, giving him a better view of her ample cleavage. “Hmm. Are you sure you wouldn’t like a drink?”

He needed to keep his cool, remain in character, but her nearness was driving him nuts. He couldn’t remember the last time a female had affected him so profoundly. She exuded an energy, a vibe, that made him want things he didn’t have a name for. 

“I’m sure. The man?”

“He isn’t a problem. Forget him.” 

She reached out and gave his thigh a little squeeze as if to accentuate her words. His dick instantly hardened, and his thoughts muddied. What were they talking about? Rubbing his temples, he strained to remember. Oh yeah. The demon. His bounty for killing the demon. 

“Mi—Lydie,” he corrected, “it’s important you give me his location. He’s dangerous. You’re lucky you weren’t hurt.” That magical laugh drifted through his mind again, compelling him, mellowing him. 

“He didn’t seem all that dangerous to me. And see”—she stood, did a twirl, and sat back down next to him, closer than before—“I’m all in one piece.” Yeah, one exquisite piece she was. “You got lucky. Now where did you take him?”

“You have sexy eyes…officer.” She leaned forward as if to get a better look. “I’ve always preferred dark eyes on a male, and yours are the darkest I’ve ever seen.”

With her face so close to his, her sweet breath caressing his cheek, he barely fought back the desire to kiss her, ravage her. She affected him like no other. Her essence pulled at him, drew him in, but he had to fight it, just a little longer. When he got the information from her, he’d make quick work of killing the demon and delivering the body to D, and then he’d be back here to put out the fire that was obviously burning between them. 

“Thanks,” he choked out. “About the man…”

“There’s no man but you, here, right now,” she said. Her voice raised an octave, the most melodic sound he’d ever heard, the trickling lull of the wall fountain a perfect backdrop to the melody. Brain feeling fuzzy, dick hardened to granite, he again fought to remember why he was there. “You, uh…” He couldn’t remember. All he knew, in this moment, was that a goddess sat next to him, and if he didn’t touch her soon, he’d die.

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About Jocelyn Jocelyn was born in Iowa and currently resides in hot-as-hell Texas. She shares her home with her very own 6'4" alpha male and varying numbers of spoiled cats and dogs. Teaching one of her dogs to file his nails is one of her all-time favorite accomplishments. She thinks dragonflies are awesome, spiders are creepy and it’s rumored that she sleeps with a machete by her bed in case zombies attack in the middle of the night. Jocelyn's writes paranormal and contemporary romances that include humor, lust, love, and four-letter words on the way to a Happily-Ever-After.

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Monday, March 9, 2015

Interview with TL Shaffer!

I've got TL Shaffer on the blog today. She's one of my favorite people. I asked her a ton of questions and here's what she had to say, plus an excerpt from her latest book, Shoot to Thrill!

1.  Describe yourself in three words.  Go-to-gal. Amazon. Passionate.
2.  Cast your book.  Tell us who would play the main characters in a movie and why (send pictures!).
            For Arin—Angie Harmon (think Rizzoli & Isles)—she was fab in Law & Order, but in R&I she totally captured my imagination as a take-no-shit character who also happens to be smokin’ hot.
For Jonah—Simon Baker (yum)—I *knew* what I wanted for Jonah, but it took me forever to visualize who it was.  When I watched an old episode of The Mentalist, I just knew I had my Jonah.
(Wendi—pull whatever you want from my Pinterest board

3.  What’s your favorite love scene from a movie?
            The love scene in The Terminator.  They’re *so* threatened, and when he says he came through time for her—OMG.  Still gets me, even all these years later.  So the love scene becomes that much more powerful.

4.  What’s your wildest fantasy?
            Me, hubby, cabana in the Caribbean.  No connectivity.  Just me and him, and no day job to return to.  Ever.  It might seem boring, but we’ve been married almost 25 years, and to me, that’s deserving of the attention J

5.  If you were to lose one of your senses, which would you rather lose and why?
            Hearing.  I can’t imagine losing my sight or sense of taste or touch, but I’d SO miss my heavy metal cooking hour playlist.

6.  What is the naughtiest thing you did as a kid?
            Stole a candy bar from the hardware store.  Which my mother promptly discovered, and made my seven year old self take back, pay for, and apologize.  Mortifying.

Boxers or Briefs?  Boxer Briefs.  Oh my.
Top or Bottom?  Bottom – there’s nothing hotter than a fit man flexing above you, showing his strength
Pajamas or nude?  Nude
Hairy chests or smooth?  Lightly furred
Alpha or Beta?  Normal.  Alphas and betas are extreme.  I want someone to love and grow old with, not to throttle J

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Shoot to Thrill excerpt: 

Since we’d already paid for the suite, and it had the sitting room, I saw no reason to get another room, especially since the chaise would make Summers uncomfortable.  I was getting a mean little charge out of torturing him, which should have made me ashamed, but didn’t.
And dammit if he didn’t seem to mess with my mind just as much.
He walked out of the bathroom wearing a pair of boxer briefs and nothing else.  To say the man had a droolworthy body was one of the greatest understatements of our time.  Lean but nicely muscled, with a six-pack and cut upper body.  His torso tapered down to narrow hips, a butt to truly die for, and long, strong legs.  I’d pictured him naked before, and the almost-there version was even better than my vivid imagination had been.
He sauntered to the chaise and plopped down on it, not even bothering to look my way.  “Bathroom’s free.” 
I grabbed my overnight bag, muttering under my breath at myself as I headed in to change.
When I stared at myself in the mirror, I cursed the blush on my cheeks, the sparkle in my eye.  I’d enjoyed tonight way too much—and now I was sharing a room with one of the finest physical specimens I’d ever seen—and who I was actually starting to like.
As much as I could have stood there all night and dissembled, I had to decide what I was going to do, or not do, about my attraction to Jonah Summers.  No, it didn’t have to be tonight, but scratching that itch would certainly settle me down.  We were both adults, and the sparks that bounced between us weren’t one-sided.
Instead of giving myself a headache thinking about it, I washed my face, brushed my teeth and slipped into an extra long T-shirt.  Let Summers infer what he wanted.
That’s not to say I didn’t sneak a peek as I walked past the chaise, admiring his bare chest from above, where he couldn’t see my ogling.

Then I slipped into the bedroom and closed the door with a resounding click and finished my nightly ritual by lighting a candle for Bianca.