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Cupid
Rocks
Francesca
Hawley
ISBN: 9781419945281
Book Length: Novel
Availability: Feb 22, 2013
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
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Hi. I’m Francesca Hawley and I’m
a fat chick. A woman with dangerous curves just like my heroines.
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.
Thanks so much for hosting me on your blog today! I really appreciate it!
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