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Welcome to Author Wednesdays at For Whom The Books Toll! Today my guest is Nancy Corrigan! Thanks for stopping by today Nancy!
Chocolate to tame a shifter?
I love chocolate, dark chocolate
especially. Lots of people do. When we’re feeling stressed, it’s
often our favorite quick, natural fix for our bad tempers. There’s
a reason for that. Studies have shown it can increase our serotonin
levels and boost our moods. When I was researching natural ways to
combat stress and anxiety, I found other sources that mentioned our
positive responses to smells (aromatherapy). And I realized in this
case, I react to the scent of chocolate the same way I do to eating
it. I smell it and can’t resist a sigh and a smile.
I decided to weave this little tidbit
into my hero’s profile from my latest release, Beautiful
Mistake. Devin has some serious mental issues after accepting the
punishment meant for his baby sister. After being tortured for
months, he suffers from blackouts and aggression. He’s also a
feline shifter and as such is influenced heavily by scent. Nothing
he’s tried has helped him heal his broken mind until he smells his
salvation…Lena, his brown-haired, chocolate-eyed angel.
She takes the splintered pieces of his
mind and builds them up around her. Devin cherishes the peace her
scent gives him and promises one thing—he’ll never let his little
slice of heaven go no matter how many mistakes he makes along the
way.
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Excerpt:
He climbed out of the water and pressed
his nose to the bushes along the bank. She’d rubbed against the
leaves, left her unique essence all over them. He inhaled. A chuffing
grunt crawled up his throat as her personal fragrance overloaded his
senses.
He’d never encountered a woman whose
scent was so sweet yet heady. It left him lightheaded and unsteady on
his paws. He dragged in more, just to feel the tingle run through his
skin. A purr rumbled his chest. The response shocked him, yanking him
out of his contemplative state.
A low growl replaced the contented
sound. While he stood here pondering the richness of her signature,
the female was getting away.
He shook the water from his fur and
followed her trail. Within minutes, he caught sight of her. She fled
across the woods, looking as attuned to the natural landscape as any
shifter. Selecting the path with the least undergrowth, she leapt
over a fallen tree, arms out to the side to keep her balance. He
heard her grunt as she landed, but she fell back into the rhythm of
her run without missing a beat.
Mesmerized by the sight she made, he
stumbled. His paws slid in a pile of wet leaves. Without a good grip,
he skidded down a small embankment. At the bottom, he sat on his hind
legs. He couldn’t move.
He swept his gaze over the female,
searing her image into his mind. She was tiny, yet used every inch of
her petite frame to her advantage. Sleek muscles flexed and bunched
as her ground-eating pace propelled her forward. Her physical prowess
impressed him. Sure, he could easily outpace her in his tiger form
but he didn’t close the distance. She wouldn’t escape him now
that she was within sight. He let her run. The sight of her tight ass
molded in the shorts she wore excited him while the hunt appealed to
his primal side—left him in fucking heaven.
Author Bio:
I've always been an
avid reader and encourage everyone to escape the hectic daily grind
with a few minutes a day in your favorite book.
I'm lucky enough to
share my cat's home with my three wonderful children, husband, dog
and snake. When not writing, I work as a chemist in a pharmaceutical
lab.
My passions beyond
reading and family include music, classic cars, tattoos and animals
(all of which have found their way into my writing in one form or
another).
So that's a little bit
about me...
Nancy
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Thanks for taking the time to stop by today. I hope you'll all come back next Wednesday when my guest will be Sam Cheever.
