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About the author:
The writing duo of Jess and Paula met online through their mutual love of paranormal and urban fantasy romance. They sparked creatively and have been writing together for the past three years. Paula lives in Dublin, Ireland with her family. She set aside a career in medicine to raise her three children. Jess lives in Manchester, England with her mother and dog, Simi. When she isn’t writing up worlds with Paula, she’s a wedding planner for a large retail store.
What inspired you to write your book?
It came to us in a dream. A very sexy dream. From there, we gained inspiration from a Viking tour of Dublin, the tale of Little Red Riding Hood and Celtic mythology, weaving them all together to create the Becoming world.
Here is a short sample from the book:
From Book 1- Becoming Red
Planting her knees either side of his hips, she hovered, her hair falling to obscure her face as she fumbled around in his jeans pockets. A spasm of muscle moved under her palm and her eyes flicked to his face. Steel grey eyes stared up at her. Ash let out a little hiss and jerked her hands from his pockets.
‘You know, Beautiful, if you wanted to sit in my lap, you only had to ask nicely.’
The intruder was awake. And she was stupid. Had she expected him to just stay dead? Of course not. In horror movies, the crazy guy always came back. He looked a little stunned, though, and she played the advantage. She reached for his hands like she was reaching for a cobra. One wrong move and he could have her neck snapped like a chicken’s. Settling her weight into her ass, Ash pounced. In a strike that looked far easier in the movies, she pinned his wrists over his head.
She let herself be deluded that it was her super-strength keeping the giant man on her floor, but in the back of her mind she knew her attempts were futile. He must be three times her size, at least. His lips quirked in what looked like amusement. No burglar should look so kissable. The bastard was playing with her, letting her believe she had the upper hand, when in reality, he was probably planning to kill her.
‘I’m all for a little rough foreplay,’ he said huskily, ‘but don’t you think knocking me out defeats the purpose? Unless you’re into the seriously kinky shit … Is that it, Angel? You like it kinky?’ His tone was pure mischief. ‘You know I could have you on your back in a heartbeat, and I wouldn’t even break a sweat?’ he said.
‘Why don’t you then?’ she challenged.
‘Oh I’m going nowhere,’ he smirked. ‘I like the view from where I am. Just. Fine.’
Her furious gaze snapped to his, and the heat in his eyes had a flush crawling up her throat.
‘Care to tell me with whom I have the pleasure?’ he drawled, his lids hooding eyes that darkened perceptibly the longer he stared at her.
Ash glared back at him, hoping to burn a hole in his … do not think ridiculously handsome … face. Man breaks into her house, and she was the one being interrogated? The guy had some nerve. ‘Who the hell are you?’ she demanded.
‘I would be the one you just assaulted with a deadly -’ his gaze whipped to where the weapon lay abandoned on the floor, ‘-frying pan? God damn … Crazy girl.’ His lips pursed, and she knew he was fighting the urge to laugh out loud.
‘This crazy girl will happily use it again to bludgeon that smirk off your face,’ she retorted.
Their eyes connected and their wills locked horns. He gave in to his amusement and laughed in her face.
Oooohhhh … infuriating burglar! Ash shoved at him hard, his laughter flexing his arms in her grip until he slipped her restraint completely. Her hands collided with a wall of packed in muscle that belonged in mythology. Even through the fabric of his shirt, the man was clearly ripped. No Musclemania steroid bulk, but hard, chiselled power, the kind of muscle a tiger owned, honed by hunting and killing and … Probably not the best thread to follow there, girl. If he’s a killer, he isn’t going to start purring for you.
‘You can let me go, Angel,’ he said, ‘I promise not to bite.’