Book Brew: A Beastly Hero

Who doesn’t like an Alpha hero that will sweep you off your feet?  No one that I know.  If hunky werewolves and steamy fairytales are right up your alley, then you might want to check out  my new release from Purple Sword Press.  Beast of Burden is an erotic retelling of the age old tale, Beauty and the Beast.  It is guaranteed to transport you to a world where magic happens and things aren’t always what they seem.

My lover. My mate. My beast.

Sascha had been a slave of Kaspar all her life. Having never known love, she sought refuge in the pages of books and the kindness of her old master. When he goes off to the marketplace in a neighboring town, he offers to bring her a gift. All she asks is a single, red rose. Little does she know that such a simple treasure will change her life forever.

Rumored to be a scarred and cruel man, Cianan Marek has been searching for a kindred soul. His life as a warrior came to an abrupt end when he was attacked by werewolves in the Outlands. Bitter and alone, he has been hiding a terrible secret since returning to Kaspar as Lord Governor. In this adult retelling of the classic fairy tale, Beauty and the Beast, Sascha and Cianan learn the power of destiny and that some beasts lurk in the most unlikely of places.

EXCERPT (PG):

He started to say more, but the words wouldn’t come.  He stood silently, watching Sascha pick at the tangles of braids at her nape.  She fiddled with one of the pins, unable to pull it from her hair and only succeeding in stabbing herself in the thumb.  “Ouch…damn it…” she grumbled, almost unaware of Marek’s presence behind her.

“Let me help you,” Marek said, crossing to her.  Before she could protest, his hands were in her thick raven hair.  “It’s tangled in this bit,” he said, his voice becoming gravelly.

“That’s really not necessary, Master,” she replied, reaching back to stop him and instead brushing her fingers against his.  He pretended not to notice and brushed her hands away, pulling at the tangle.  She could feel the heat of his body pressed close behind her, his breath against her neck.  She could barely breathe, feeling his fingertips sliding over her scalp, getting tangled in the soft curls at the nape of her neck.

“There.  That’s the last one,” he rasped, handing her the pin.

Sascha turned around, staring up at him as she took the pin.  “Thank you, My Lord.”  She was struck at the beauty of his face again, seeing him up close.  His eyes seemed to pierce through her, knowing every secret thought that ran through her mind.  It made her nervous and she tried to back away, only succeeding in jostling the vanity behind her.  The hard line of his jaw, so much in contrast with the sleek contour of his cheekbone, tensed as he looked down at her.  “Anything else you would ask of me?”

“Just to expect that you’ll be down in the dining hall in an hour to receive our guests.”

“Of course, My Lord,” she replied softly, bowing her head.  “Anything in particular you would like for me to wear?”

“I’m sure that whatever you and Anya pick out will be beautiful,” he said, looking over her shoulder where Anya had reentered the room, leading a small round woman carrying a mound of cloth.  He smiled and leaned into her ear, whispering, “You’re always beautiful.”

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There you are!  Just in time for a hot Halloween read.  Just click on the image above to get your copy!