Our first stop of the day is to celebrate the Release Day of Cupid Rocks by Francesca Hawley! What better way to celebrate than to turn the blog over to the author herself so she can introduce the book (with a tasty little excerpt) to you.
Hi everyone - Francesca Hawley here!
On December 21st, my shapeshifter erotic romance
Leader of the Pack was released and now,
another shapeshifter romance is on the way.
Cupid Rocks is a Valentine's Day themed story
featuring a guitar god and the chick who digs him.
Joe Blackwolf was inspired by Joe Perry. Hot. Talented. With the looks and
sex appeal to drive women wild. Especially when he starts to play that guitar.
But Joe...
MY Joe...views himself as a bit of a screw up. He comes
from a family of classical musicians and his father, in particular, looks down
on rock music. Joe has always wanted to please his father, but he went his own
way and followed his heart and soul by playing rock music.
Mandy Goldwolf grew up in
The Pack, her parents' rock band. It's a
regional band with a strong following but they aren't Aerosmith. They don't
play stadiums, they play bars and small festivals.
The Pack, and its
members, love to perform and the crowds love them right back. Mandy used to
perform with the band, but had a traumatic experience when she was much younger.
Forgetting the words during a competition caused her to freeze on stage and since
then, she's had morbid stage fright.
Joe and Mandy meet when The Pack comes to Whitewolf, Colorado to play a gig
and the sparks fly. What follows is a celebration of birthdays, Valentine's
Day, and two disparate families trying to get along. The course for true love -
and True Mates - doesn't run smoothly but Joe and Mandy know that as long as
they have each other, the world and their lives are better.
Here's the story blurb:
Cupid Rocks
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 40th 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!
Excerpt:
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An Excerpt From: Cupid Rocks
Copyright © FRANCESCA HAWLEY, 2013
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
“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.”
Releasing from Ellora's Cave February 22, 2013
About the Author
I’m Francesca Hawley and I’m a fat chick. A woman with dangerous curves just
like my heroines.
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.
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