An Out of Place Interview

Out of Place Mate available HERE

**explicit language**

by Eva LeFoy

Welcome, Rebecca Royce! We have some questions for you about your steamy Edge series book, Out of Place Mate!

When we first meet Sean, he's upset. He thinks his two brothers aren't focused enough on their work and have possibly been railroaded into marriage by a couple of gold diggers. He's also making not-very-nice comments about shifters--in a bar full of them! Doh! But when Victoria drags him off, he doesn't seem to mind too much. What is it about Victoria that attracts him right off? 

Well, she’s a beautiful woman and although he doesn’t know it yet, he is her mate.  There is something about her that draws him and he can’t help but be completely taken with her. Even though he’s really annoyed with his brothers.

It's not too long before Victoria has him thinking with his cock. Why is there such a disconnect between Sean's head and his body? He's almost open mouth - insert foot! But his body responds to Victoria as if he was made for her.

He was made for her, literally. Why is there a disconnect?  Well, he’s really, really attracted to her, and Gunther’s bar is a place where that kind of magic seems to take place.

When Sean sees her naked, what does the sight trigger in him? What place does it touch?

The protective side. The side that has him rushing into a bar ready to do battle for his brothers, is that same side that makes him want to keep Victoria safe, keep her his forever.

How hard is it for Victoria to let him see her that way? Why does she, knowing how Sean thinks of shifters already? Victoria thinks Sean is an alpha male of a lover. I can see hints of this. Tell us, if Sean wanted to go all alpha lover on her, what would he do? 

Oh, its really hard and made more difficult since he is human and she doesn’t trust them. I don’t know if I can say in a PG forum what he would do! LOL 

I think part of being an Alpha lover is being very protective of your partner/mate.  I think he would make sure she was really sexually satisfied and comfortable all the time.

They seem like two of sides of the same soul. Were they both searching, always for the other half?

Yes. They belong together.

Why does Sean still smell like sandalwood and why didn't he change out of his tux?

He didn’t change out of his tux because he was so focused on getting to his brothers that he never had the time and as for the sandalwood, I think we all have our unique scents and that one is his.

Is he going to ride again now? I mean, besides Victoria : )

Ha! Maybe. 

I won't say what Victoria does to Sean at the end, but...was she just as surprised as he was?

Completely surprised.  But Gunther’s Bar was very good to that family….

Thanks for sharing this one! It's a great sexy short.

Eva LeFoy

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Coffee Club and Dirty Talk

Handcuffs & Silk available HERE

By Mary Quast

A few years ago, a bunch of gal pals and I formed a coffee club. We used to meet while the kids were in school and attempted to solve all the problems of our community over coffee. However, due to busy schedules we now periodically meet at night on a porch or deck to enjoy cocktails. My friends know I’m an erotic romance author and when we get together (especially when the wine flows) the fun conversations happen. One topic that seems to always come up is that on talking dirty. Different women enjoy different types of dirty talk. The following quotes are what were the most popular during our last “coffee club” meeting.

"That feels good." When your partner does something that you like, tell him so. This is one of the easiest things to say when dirty talking. It’s simple, to the point and doesn’t require much thought.

"Here’s what I plan to do to you." Describe to your partner all the things you’re going to do to please him. Or better yet, describe the actions as you’re doing them. This is another simple dirty talk technique that can drive him wild. This is really fun to tell him via text, phone or note while he’s at work.

Crow Magic available HERE

"I want you to be a naughty boy." Dirty talk and naughtiness inevitably go together. Praise your partner for doing “naughty” things, such as performing oral sex or giving you a strip tease. Yes, guys will do it! Once you say you want him to do it, he just might.

"You make me so hot/wet.” Knowing that he’s pleasing and arousing you will help turn your partner on even more. Describe how he’s making you feel, particularly how his actions and words are stimulating you.

"I want you to be inside me." This form of dirty talk can be sweet and sensual or downright filthy, depending on the tone you use and when you say it. You can also make it dirtier by following with some vulgar language. As long as your partner is okay with it, vulgar sexual terms are typically acceptable in the bedroom.

Be sure to pick up one of my 1 Night Stand books and find some more “dirty talk” you might find fun to use.

Handcuffs & Silk 

Crow Magic 

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Romance author and Artist Mary Quast lives in a log home affectionately named "Camp Run-A-Muk" located in the woods of Michigan with her husband, three sons, and a collection of animal family members.

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The Return of the Wolf

Ryan's Treasure Available HERE

By Becca Dale

The Minnesota border is only an hour drive from my home, but it’s worlds away in many ways. South Dakota has one of the lowest population densities in the lower 48 with only .26% of the nation’s people, which in my mind is a good thing unless I want to do some serious shopping. ;-) Minnesota on the other hand has a whopping 1.7% of the US population.

Now, why would I feel the need to share all this? Well, because in addition to people, Minnesota also has something we do not have – wolves. Despite the larger human population in MN, the wolves are free to run in the northern timber away from livestock and the animosity that proximity brings. The state has regained control of its wolf populations from the federal government as a reward for the diligence in restoring the animal numbers. So in honor of my newest shifter release I lift my glass to the rangers, politicians, and citizens of Minnesota and their noble efforts to save these beautiful animals.

Ryan’s Treasure (Book 2 in the Sanctuary Series)

Nadi has no family and no home beyond the puppy mills where she has lived since birth. Freedom calls to her until she cannot resist risking everything for a chance to run. But being free comes with dangers she’s ill-equipped to handle and a guardian who promises to protect her even as his size and brute strength terrify her.

Ryan Jones spends his life rescuing abused women by day and tortured animals by night. Nothing stops him from watching over those smaller or weaker until a half-starved she-wolf leaps between him and the barrel of a gun. In a night of passion with the gorgeous shifter, everything changes. Suddenly, by pack law, he faces an unexpected role that may destroy his image and their future.

Can love enable Ryan’s treasure to come home to his arms?

Excerpt:

Life is hope. The motto often whispered in the darkest hours urged her onward. She slipped past the sleeping guard, the one called Dane by the humans, Diablo by the animals he supposedly protected. He lolled at his post, sprawled in his chair with his feet up and his head thrown back against the crib wall, throat exposed. A trickle of drool dampened his scruffy beard, and the scent of violence rolled off of him, bitter and oppressive. If she had any strength to spare, she’d rip his throat open for the times he’d left his chair to beat or humiliate the helpless females under his care.

Too weak to attack with only bared fangs, she slunk onward, silent and cautious, hugging the buildings to hide her shadow from the harsh, yellow yard lights. Brittle grass and sharp stones cut the tender pads of her feet, leaving a slick blood trail across the dark farmyard. She had made it outside the shed, but liberty remained beyond the compound. Her pulse drummed loud enough to wake the dead and would not settle, its thump the only sound in the mocking silence. A misstep, a startled night bird, anything could shatter the stillness and destroy her chance.

She stopped and scented the air. Something or someone waited beyond the unguarded gate. The subtle whisper of agitated breaths floated on the breeze. Hesitating, torn between escape and whatever lurked in the tall grass, the bitch crouched low. A coyote’s howl echoed through the long valley, emphasizing the distance between hell and the promise of peace.

Then she saw them.

Eyes glowed in the darkness. One, two, twenty pairs attached to unseen enemies. Frightened, she huddled into the niche between the babies’ play yard and the building which housed the nursing mothers. A little one whimpered, and its mother woofed it silent.

She couldn’t stay. Her womb remained barren, and it wouldn’t be long before a bullet ended her misery as it had the suffering of so many through the years. For a fleeting second, death called with sweet relief. Perhaps a similar finish lay beyond the gate in the jaws of hidden beings. Perhaps not. Searching for a path between the unknown creatures, a place to slide though undetected, she waited, trembling with fear and anticipation.

Before the answer came clear, the group rose en masse. Great beasts the likes of which she’d never seen before emerged from the shadows. Fangs gleamed in heavy jaws. Broad hairy monsters with two-inch claws stood upon the legs of men. Growls low and savage rumbled through the group. Then he spoke. The largest of the creatures hushed the others.

Get in, free the animals, and get out.

What if we get caught?

Do what you must.

Emancipation had come with glowing eyes and a comforting command.

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Don't miss Book 1 in The Sanctuary Series

 Tender-hearted and lonely, Kya yearns for heritage and home. The staff and animals at the sanctuary where she works have become almost family, but it is not enough. She craves the stability and acceptance she hears in the voice of her dream lover and sees in the eyes of a wounded wildcat.

   Chosen to guard the royal heir, Ja claims his lost charge in a desperate attempt to save her from enemies she can not imagine or comprehend. At every turn desire and obligation clash as Kya tests his loyalty to the clan and his will to walk away. Touching her breaks the rules that he has pledged his life to uphold, but fulfilling his duty might destroy everything worth fighting for.
   Both must face the roles they were born to play. Hers to lead. His to protect. Can Hannah blindly accept her responsibility as queen or will she turn her back on the extended family she longs for in order to keep the one who destroys her loneliness? Does she even have a choice?

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What happens when characters play too nice?

By Becca Dale

For me, it meant my first series had to be put on hold. Kya’s King introduced the Sanctuary Series two years ago, and I had every intention of Ryan’s Treasure following in a timely manner. Ryan and Nadi had different plans. Did they hate one another? Nope – that I could have worked with. No, these two had to fall madly in love from the start.

I hear you asking, “So what’s the problem, Becca? Isn’t that what romance characters do?”

Yeah, but these two were so impressed with one another they had no conflict and no story to tell. I could have written the entire thing in a few pages of mutual respect and admiration. I assure you it was sickening.

Kya and Ja had a conflict built in. He expected her to return to her clan and rule it wisely as her father would have wanted. Ja’s own needs were less important to him than his concern for his people and it didn’t cross his mind that Kya wouldn’t feel the same. Kya had no desire to live by antiquated rules or with people she had no emotional connection to. Their love blossomed despite their differences. The story almost wrote itself.

Ryan and Nadi were a different story. I swear every time I sat down to work on the manuscript, the two of them did nothing but gush, batting their eyes and snuggling. I finally had to sit down with each of them and ask, “What scares the hell out of you and what situation would you find difficult to overcome?” Once I had that information under my belt, I cross compared their answers to find a connection. So after two years, Ryan’s Treasure is finally on its way toward release.

Because of the span of time between them though, I want to encourage readers to take a look at or reread Kya’s King. Not that the two can’t stand on their own, but knowing Kya and Ja’s story might help understand Ryan and Nadi’s. As an incentive to do so, I am hosting a Rafflecopter giveaway. Sign up below and join the fun.

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Blurb for Kya’s King

Tender-hearted and lonely, Kya yearns for heritage and home. The staff and animals at the sanctuary where she works have become almost family, but it is not enough. She craves the stability and acceptance she hears in the voice of her dream lover and sees in the eyes of a wounded wildcat.

Chosen to guard the royal heir, Ja claims his lost charge in a desperate attempt to save her from enemies she can not imagine or comprehend. At every turn desire and obligation clash as Kya tests his loyalty to the clan and his will to walk away. Touching her breaks the rules that he has pledged his life to uphold, but fulfilling his duty might destroy everything worth fighting for.

Both must face the roles they were born to play. Hers to lead. His to protect. Can Hannah blindly accept her responsibility as queen or will she turn her back on the extended family she longs for in order to keep the one who destroys her loneliness? Does she even have a choice?

Excerpt

First Encounter

The moon hung a mere sliver in the night sky, barely breaking the darkness as Ja moved beyond the animal enclosures. Kya lay inside a brick building. Strange, she did not sleep in the open air among the other animals, as her true nature dictated. Night creatures greeted him, howled his name, and warned of her vulnerability, but he waved them quiet. He stepped through the garden door into her bedroom. She sprawled naked on her sleeping pallet. Long, tawny hair spread across the white pillowcase like satin embroidery and lean, well-defined muscles confirmed her feline heritage despite her pale, hairless state. If Dar found her like this, she would be easy prey.

Ja eased his weight onto the edge of the mattress. Blond-tipped lashes flickered against her softly rounded cheekbones, though she did not waken. Tiny freckles, he remembered from her childhood, dusted her upturned nose and highlighted her more catlike features, but her resemblance to the little girl in his memories ended with the small dots of pigment. Her full bottom lip pouted, begging him to taste it, and his body tightened in response. Kya exuded an artless sexuality he had not expected from one raised outside the clan. Her skin, velvet smooth beneath the sensitive pads of his fingers, increased his need. She licked her lips in her sleep, drawing his attention to the tip of her pink tongue as it peeked from her slightly open mouth. Lust, hot and heavy, pulsed in his groin at the thought of teasing it with his own.

He covered her sensuous lips with his, claiming her even as she slept. With a satisfied purr, her tongue met and parried his. Cool amber eyes flashed then closed, but her hands clutched at his arms braced on either side of her shoulders. He shifted his legs between her silky thighs and fought the urge to bury himself within her gorgeous body even as she slept.

Will she know me if she wakes or scream in horror at the stranger in her bed? Closing his mind to the later possibility, he nibbled the slender curve of her neck, the tiny shell of her ear, the delicate arch of her brow. Each feathering kiss fed the desire to claim her. The scent of honey and cinnamon radiated from her pale skin. Her natural perfume swamped his senses, drawing him closer, demanding he protect what belonged to him by royal command.

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