Hard
Lust
by
Tina Donahue
GENRE:
Erotic
Romance
BLURB:
Don't
ever trust a demon. Unfortunately, Megan has learned that lesson too
late. The deal she made to save her sister's life has landed her in
hell about seventy years early. And now she has three sexy demons
trying to tell her what to do.
Nope.
Not going to happen.
These
guys have never had to deal with such defiance. Andros figures she's
due for some erotic discipline, which he'll happily provide. Racan's
pure alpha, his hardcore plans include bondage and submission. Quiet
yet intense, Vespar expects endless kink to spice up their carnal
play.
Who
would have ever expected she'd end up falling for them? Too bad
demons can't be trusted...because someone is trying to kill the magic
and threatening her stay in this lusty world.
Excerpt:
Even
during her worst days, Megan Wynters never believed this would
happen.
I am so screwed. Afraid to budge, she stood paralyzed in
a garish room decorated in more gold and mirrors than Versailles, a
weird symbol she couldn’t decipher painted on blood red walls.
Displayed throughout the cavernous space were countless marble
statues depicting nude men and women screwing or going down on each
other or…Thunderous bass from a death metal tune pounded through
the wall to her left, the pornographic paintings there bouncing on
each deafening beat.
She
curled her upper lip, turned and flinched. A guy who hadn’t been in
here a second before, sat in the throne-like chair behind the
humongous desk. Early thirties or so, he had hazel eyes, and thick
blond hair that fell in soft waves to his shoulders. Those suckers
and his chest were beyond broad, his well-toned muscles straining
against his black silk shirt. Her stomach fluttered at the astounding
picture he created, and then her insides clenched when she recalled
where she was. That didn’t keep her from eyeing him further. The
sun or a tanning lamp had tinted his complexion gold, while his
features… Not only were they masculine, but beautiful enough for an
angel. Down here? In fucking Hell? Given his great looks, she had to
be anywhere but there. Her pulse ticked up. Hope surged. Someone
moaned.
The
statue to her right was climaxing. Jeezus. The writhing life-sized
figures weren’t stone but people, or demons, or something animate.
The pure white woman threw back her head and wailed. The pasty guy
kept pumping his cock into her. God, god, god. This definitely wasn’t
Heaven. But not quite the other place either, considering the coolish
air circulating, causing goose bumps to rise on her arms. Rattled and
wary, she faced the guy, and then jumped. Two other men, also early
thirties, stood on either side of his desk. Both took her in from her
mouth to her boobs and lower. Much lower. Unexpected heat rolled
through her, her folds creaming at the guys’ raw male appeal,
appreciation for their physical gifts stealing her breath and—
Hold
it. She couldn’t be turned on by them. It’s a trick. They’re
fucking doing this to me because they’re…
Uncertain
what they were, she cringed at the possibilities, but still
couldn’t glance away.
The one to her right was tall and
luscious, his skin olive, his longish black hair combed back. He wore
a black tee and low-slung jeans, no shoes or socks. If this were
Hell, he should have cloven hooves, not large feet and long toes.
Maybe this was purgatory? Please, please, please. That part of the
underworld, or whatever they called it, might be bearable.
A
pendant hung around his neck boasting a dark red symbol—the same as
those on the walls—against a black circle. The blond guy sported an
onyx ring on his left forefinger displaying an identical design.
Which means? Her stomach rolled and wouldn’t stop. She didn’t
want an explanation on what the symbol signified. It might kill her
dream this wouldn’t turn out too bad. The third guy had a tat on
his left pec showing the exact figure. He’d dressed in black
leather pants and biker boots, no shirt, his light brown hair worn
short, skin bronzed. Her ears buzzed in approval then rang from
unease. The blond smiled, producing deep dimples in his cheeks. Her
knees weakened at his normal, friendly greeting. The way a mortal guy
would show delight at seeing her and that this could lead to
something good. Conversation, a few laughs, then other great stuff.
If they behaved nicely, she wouldn’t mind. Damn, she hadn’t had
fun in forever.
Another statue climaxed.
Holy
hell. Snapped back to reality, she remembered her presence here was a
colossal blunder she had to straighten out. Her mouth was so dry she
struggled to speak. “I don’t know who you guys are, but—”
“Andros.”
The blond touched his thumb to his chest then inclined his head to
the shirtless guy.
“Vespar.”
He gestured to the one without shoes. “Racan.” His smooth
baritone caressed and enticed. “And you’re Megan.”
She
wasn’t admitting to anything.
Interview with Tina
Donahue
What was the hardest scene from
your book to write?
I’d have to say
the hardest parts to write in any erotic book are the sex scenes.
You’d think they’d be easy, because we’re all experts at
messing around, right?
So not true. Smokin’ hot sex is more than putting slot A into slot
B. It’s about emotions. To have the characters connect on a deep
level during the act. Easy to imagine. Brutally hard to put into
words.
Why did you choose to write in your
particular field or genre?
Great
question. I started writing thrillers then changed to contemporary
romance, specifically romcoms. They still have a special place in my
heart. From there, I journeyed to historicals, sci-fi, suspense, and
finally paranormal, which I’m mainly concentrating on now. The
thing about PNR (paranormal romance) that beats out the others is the
awesome worlds I can create, along with the amazing powers. Plus, I
can add romcom, thriller, or suspense elements to the plot. The best
of all worlds.
If you write in more than one
genre, how do you balance them?
It
should be hard, but for me it’s not. Once I start writing a book,
I’m so immersed in that plot, I can’t think of anything else. In
the past, I’ve switched from historical to contemporary to PNR to
suspense and everything in between within weeks or months. I find it
keeps my juices flowing.
What did you enjoy most about
writing this book?
The
characters. I admire Megan. She’s feisty, like I am, and doesn’t
take crap from anyone. As a kid, I was very shy (still am), but I
learned to stand up for myself. That’s why I like her.
As
for my heroes Vespar, Andros, and Racan. Wow, they’re hotter than
sin yet have a good core. They’re decent men – or demons if you
will. Guys who command in bed but listen afterwards. Now where do I
find them in real life?
What book that you have read has
most influenced your life?
That’s
hard to say as there have been so many. However, The Millennium
Trilogy (The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, The Girl Who Played with
Fire, and The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest), are my
absolute faves. Lisbeth Salander, the heroine, is amazing. She’s
smart, fearless, and demands justice. The best kind of heroine there
is. I want mine to be like her.
Tell us a little about yourself?
Perhaps something not many people know?
Despite
writing erotic romance, my real life is nothing like that. I didn’t
enjoy my first kiss until I was seventeen and still prefer to read
rather than to go clubbing.
Can you tell us something about
your book that is not in the summary?
Hard
Lust is more than a fun book about hot heroes and sex, although
there’s a lot of both inside. It’s a love story between four lost
souls who never thought they’d meet the right person who’d have
their back no matter what. It’s about seeking and gaining trust
then letting it wash away all the bad that happened before. More than
anything, it’s about hope even when faced with an endless future.
AUTHOR
Bio and Links:
Tina’s
an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes
passionate romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for
traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly,
Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. She’s
won Readers’ Choice Awards, was named a finalist in the EPIC
competition, received a Book of the Year award, The Golden Nib Award,
awards of merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competitions, and second
place in the NEC RWA contests. She’s featured in the Novel &
Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at
a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.
On
a less serious note: she’s an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic,
brakes for Mexican restaurants, and has been known to moan like Meg
Ryan in When Harry Met Sally while wolfing down tostadas. She’s
flown a single-engine airplane (freaking scary), rewired an old house
using an ‘electricity for dummies’ book, and is horribly shy
despite the hot romances she writes.
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4 comments:
Congrats on your books release. I hope that it is a success.
What's the one word that you always misspell and you hope autocorrect will fix it?
Thanks for hosting me today! :)
Thanks for dropping by Bernie, James, and Teenyluvkins.
Great question, Teenyluvkins. The one word I can never get right without spellcheck is millennium. For some reason, I either give it too few 'ls' or 'ns'. :)
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