Of Dragons and Werewolves

Hey y’all!

Julia Talbot here, doing my very first guest blog on Coffee Time. Waves to everyone.

I write romance and erotic romance. I love male/male, but I also write m/m/f and traditional romance.

I love to collaborate, too. Co-writing is a great deal of fun, but lately I’ve been doing more shared-world writing. My partner, BA Tortuga, and my friend Sean Michael and I have been working on a book called Cereus, which is a night-blooming flower. Cereus is a club for paranormal creatures such as vamps and werewolves, and in the first book in the series, dragons.

The book is called Cereus: The Building, and I couldn’t be more tickled to have two of my favorite people share a world with me.

Sean’s story has the dragon, whose name is Daniel, and a demon named Zee. In true Sean Michael fashion, it’s growly, bitey, and has a very reluctant sub…

BA’s story has a pair of werekitties and a werewolf who are all trying to figure out where they fit.

My story, It’s Elemental, features a werewolf and an elemental demon, Chayton and Kenny, who really fit the opposites attract theory.

Cereus is available right here on Coffee Time and on www.torquerebooks.com

Here’s a little excerpt from my story, It’s Elemental:

“No, no, no! You can’t put a window seat there! It will ruin the feng shui completely.”

If the little man with the glasses and the goatee didn’t back off soon, Chayton was just gonna kill him. Dead. He had to be built out in a week, and he didn’t have time for a fucking decorator. He didn’t have time for Duke, the club’s manager, or that dude Zee who kept harping about kill switches, whatever those were. Why would he have time for a designer?

“Look. I have to put the window seat where there’s a window. This is the window that has the view and the lack of afternoon sun. Talk to Duke,” Chayton snarled.

“I have. He told me to remind you that we have dragons. Feng shui is extremely important.”

“The North American dragon is only loosely descended from the Asian dragon. Bite me.”

The little guy stopped and blinked, a bright spark lighting in those blue eyes he tried to hide behind those stupid glasses. “You’re remarkably well-informed. Duke says our dragon is of European descent.”

Chayton’s cheeks heated, but he refused to be ashamed of his background. “I studied anthro and folklore in college.”

“Really? How interesting! Why not construction stuff?” For the first time it seemed like the little guy was actually paying attention to him, not fluttering.

“I got a scholarship.” Chayton shrugged. “I’ve worked construction since I was thirteen. I wanted to learn something different in school.”

“How fun!” The little guy flapped his hands. “I can totally see that. I went into decorating because my entire family is in the restaurant business. If I never have to see another steak frite, I’ll be a happy guy.”

Huh. Maybe he had something in common with this little freak, after all. The flapping hand still made Chayton’s fingers itch to wrap around the scrawny throat, though, just under the goatee. In fact, this whole job was kind of a cluster fuck.

Chayton was discovering that it was way easier to work with humans than it was with were-creatures and demons and shit. Crazy assholes. They wanted deep basements and lairs and rooms with no windows and all manner of shit. He’d thought that panic rooms and huge walk-in closets had been a pain in the ass.

Now he knew better. Working for his own kind was far worse.

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Thanks so much for checking in today! You can find out all about me at my website, Sit Pretty: Julia Talbot