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About the author:
Marie Mason writes paranormal romance with a lot of heat. Her stories feature alpha males and the curvy girls who bring the big, bad shifters to their knees. She dreams of writing full time because there’s so many dang characters running around in her head that it’s driving her crazy.
What inspired you to write your book?
He was wrong.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Clementine stilled beneath his hold. As he pushed their bodies together, he closed his eyes and threw his head back. She was stilled by the raw sensuality that covered his face. He was a true hybrid of an angel and a demon. His coloring was dark, but his features were beautiful. His nose was straight and strong, his chin square and honest. But she saw beneath the surface, beneath the facade that was presented to the world. Ever since she’d met the demon, she’d sensed the shadow that covered his soul. It wasn’t just his demon, it had, she felt, something to do with his job. She instinctively knew he did more for the Prince of Darkness than he told anyone else about. Something far more dangerous than bounty hunting like his brothers.
Suddenly, as if sensing her close scrutiny, his head snapped forward, and his eyes opened. His hands tightened on her hips, pressing her down on his lap. “Tell me, Clementine, will your date make you feel like this tonight?”
He lifted one of his hands and grabbed the back of her head, holding her still as his mouth took hers. It was as hot as it was soft. As different as night and day from their other kiss, but completely the same. Why? Because it was Remington kissing her. He asked permission to deepen the kiss with a tentative touch of his tongue. She opened to him, how could she not. She eased her arms around his neck, rewarded by the groan that sounded through his chest as he pulled her closer.
So close. Her breasts ached beneath her soft, white robe, wanting his touch. She pulled back slightly to whisper his name. “Remington.”