Welcome to For Whom The Books Toll. Today it's Author Wednesday and my guest Author is Lisa Carlisle.
Lisa is sharing the top 10 reasons Tracy falls for Danton in her book, Gargoyle's Embrace. So without further ado, here's Lisa.
Lisa Carlisle’s Top Ten for Gargoyle’s Embrace
Hi, I’m Lisa Carlisle and I write a
hot paranormal erotic series for Ellora’s Cave called Underground
Encounters. Thanks for having me here at For Whom the Book Tolls. I’m
here to give you top ten reasons the heroine falls for the hero in
Gargoyle’s Embrace. First, here’s a blurb for some background.
Gargoyle’s
Embrace
Fifth in the
Underground Encounters series.
Tracy isn’t sure
why she’s drawn to a particular gargoyle statue in the Goth club
where she works. After the stone takes human form to protect her from
her abusive ex, she brings the handsome, naked male to her apartment.
It’s impossible to ignore the seductive appeal of a man sculpted
like a Viking warrior.
Danton has only
hours in human form to spend with the woman he has hungered for. He’s
convinced what’s between them is more than hot sex, but he needs to
convince Tracy of that before he turns back to stone.
A
Romantica® paranormal
erotic romance from
Ellora’s Cave
Top Ten Reasons
Tracy Falls for Danton
1. Danton looks like
a bronzed Viking warrior.
2. His existence as
a gargoyle with its otherworldly magic.
3. His body is
carved with rock hard muscles.
4. She discovers
other parts of him are rock hard, too. ;)
5. His physical
strength.
6. His patience.
7. The way he’s
cared for Tracy from behind stone for eons.
8. He longs for her
and makes her feel like the most beautiful woman alive.
9. He will do
anything to protect her.
10. He will also let
her fight her own battles.
If you’re
interested in reading more, here’s an excerpt. Hope you enjoy it!
Lisa
Excerpt:
Tracy brushed her
fingers over the smooth stone of the gargoyle perched at the end of
the bar of the Vamps nightclub.
“I’m stuck with the late shift tonight,” she said. “But at least I took in some good money.”
She stood over the crouched gargoyle and ran her hand over the smooth area between its two horns, down the back of its head and over its hunched back where its two wings connected. “Thanks for always listening,” she said, aware of how foolish she sounded speaking to a statue. If anyone saw her, they’d think she was stone-cold crazy. She bent to kiss its smooth, chiseled stone cheek in gratitude.
Over the last few months, Tracy had begun talking to the stone gargoyle as if it were a companion whenever she had a few moments alone in the bar. Why she gravitated toward this one gargoyle while several others were perched around the club, she didn’t know. She found something compelling about it, drawing her in, and she often confided her secrets to it.
Tracy rested her hand on the gargoyle’s shoulder while she scanned the club. Bottles and cups were scattered in every dark corner and under the other perched gargoyles. The scent of sweat and spilled beer still permeated the club.
“Trace.”
Was it one of the guys out back? The guys she worked with were bringing out the trash and the bottles for recycling. The other bartenders had already settled up and left for the night. They rotated who could leave first and who had to stay to make sure they were stocked for the next night.
No, they knew better than to call her Trace.
“It’s Tracy,” she said, turning to face the intruder.
“I’m stuck with the late shift tonight,” she said. “But at least I took in some good money.”
She stood over the crouched gargoyle and ran her hand over the smooth area between its two horns, down the back of its head and over its hunched back where its two wings connected. “Thanks for always listening,” she said, aware of how foolish she sounded speaking to a statue. If anyone saw her, they’d think she was stone-cold crazy. She bent to kiss its smooth, chiseled stone cheek in gratitude.
Over the last few months, Tracy had begun talking to the stone gargoyle as if it were a companion whenever she had a few moments alone in the bar. Why she gravitated toward this one gargoyle while several others were perched around the club, she didn’t know. She found something compelling about it, drawing her in, and she often confided her secrets to it.
Tracy rested her hand on the gargoyle’s shoulder while she scanned the club. Bottles and cups were scattered in every dark corner and under the other perched gargoyles. The scent of sweat and spilled beer still permeated the club.
“Trace.”
Was it one of the guys out back? The guys she worked with were bringing out the trash and the bottles for recycling. The other bartenders had already settled up and left for the night. They rotated who could leave first and who had to stay to make sure they were stocked for the next night.
No, they knew better than to call her Trace.
“It’s Tracy,” she said, turning to face the intruder.
And stared into the
face of her ex.
“What are you doing here, Brian?” The muscles in her body tensed as she gauged the distance between her and the pepper spray behind the bar should she need it.
“What are you doing here, Brian?” The muscles in her body tensed as she gauged the distance between her and the pepper spray behind the bar should she need it.
She thought she felt
a tiny movement under her hand.
No, she had to be
losing her mind. As if stone could move.
She kept her hand on
the stone like a security blanket, almost gripping it now that Brian
had appeared.
“I came to see
what you were doing tonight. Thought maybe we could hang out.” The
way he slurred the words indicated he’d already had one too many, a
bad sign.
“Definitely not.
The restraining order should make that clear.”
“Babe, I was in a
rough place and I took it out on you. Let’s put the past behind us
and try again.”
The cold stone felt
warmer beneath her hand. How strange. Was she so heated from the
tension of Brian arriving that her palm could warm cool stone?
“No, Brian. I’ve
given you too many chances and each time it ended worse than the time
before.”
“Babe.” He
approached her. “I would never hurt you again.”
“Don’t come any
closer.” She moved away from the gargoyle to get to her purse
behind the bar.
“Trace, you’re
soooo dramatic.” He moved behind the bar.
Tracy was distracted
by the gargoyle statue behind him. It was changing color, from gray
stone to what appeared to be—flesh.
“Come on, we were
good together. Don’t you miss the sex?”
The stone wings of
the gargoyle statue unfurled into enormous sleek, black, feathered
ones. The gargoyle reshaped itself, rising from a crouched position
to stand on two legs to a full height well over six feet.
And its head. The
horns sank back into the stone while light-blond hair sprouted to
take their place, growing past its broad shoulders. Within a few
seconds, the grotesque stone creature she found lovable had
transformed into a breathtaking male with flawless bronze skin, long
blond hair and the magnificent physique of a Viking warrior. Who
stood before them stark naked.
“Holy shit!” she
exclaimed, eyes widening.
“I know, babe. The
sex was awesome.”
She fumbled for her
purse, searching for the damn spray. She wasn’t even sure who she
was going to direct it at now with two threats facing her.
It was too late.
Brian had grabbed her wrists and tried to kiss her.
“
Get off me!”
She attempted to
knee him in his testicles, but he deflected the blow by turning his
body to the side.
Enormous black wings
surrounded Brian and a second later he was lifted off the ground.
Brian exclaimed, “What the―” which was cut off as he was thrown
over the bar onto the empty dance floor.
He scrambled to his
feet on unsteady legs. The gargoyle stepped over to him in a few
massive strides. While Tracy’s gaze paused on his sculpted
buttocks, the gargoyle raised one of his sinewy legs and kicked Brian
in the gut. Brian groaned and clutched his stomach. The gargoyle
lifted a foot over Brian’s head.
Tracy screamed while
Brian shielded his face with his forearm to brace against the
gargoyle stomping on his head.
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About Lisa Carlisle
Lisa loves stories with dark, brooding, isolated characters (Heathcliff, Dracula, Darth Vader and Severus Snape) and tough, independent, caring heroines. She’s wanted to write since the sixth grade and is thrilled to now be a multi-published, award-winning author.She spent a short time in the Marine Corps, living in Parris Island, the California desert, and Okinawa, Japan. She then backpacked alone around the US and Europe and lived in Paris, France, before returning to the U.S. to buy a bookstore. Now she lives outside of Boston with her husband and children and draws on these experiences in her stories.
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Those are some excellent top 10 reasons, indeed.
I hope everyone enjoyed today's post and you will all stop back next Wednesday when my guest will be, John Tucker.
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