I'm delighted to have fellow Ellora's Cave author Lexi Post on my blog today, telling us a little about her hot new release,
Passion's Poison. And that sure is a smoking cover!
Lexi is also hosting a giveaway so be sure to enter the Rafflecopter contest at the bottom of the post! Good luck!
Thank you, Christina, for having me on your
blog. I’m very excited about my recent release, Passion’s Poison, because,
well, just look at that cover! That’s Zach, the hero of my story. But before I
say anything about him, I have to let everyone know that I write erotic
romances inspired by the classics, so this story is inspired by Nathaniel
Hawthorne’s short story “Rappaccini’s Daughter.” Only my story is not short at
all! Hawthorne’s
Beatrice Rappaccini is poisonous, and so is mine. Only mine releases her poison
through sex to stay alive which then makes her partners ill, so a long term
relationship is out of the question.
In enters Zach Woodman, and yes, the cover
artist got him just right. He’s a former logger turned chainsaw artist. He does
very cool carvings out of huge logs. His life is great except he has always
wanted a marriage like his folks have.
The problem is despite being engaged twice, he is still unmarried. Why?
They died. Yup. Both of them in freak accidents. He is convinced that he is
fated not to have a wife at all and keeps his relationships to three nights of
sex and no more. He fears if he gets too close to a woman, she will die too.
Sounds like these two could have a one-night
stand and be happy, doesn’t it? Except “feelings” make things complicated.
Those and Bea’s six fathers, ex-boyfriend, hippie mom, outspoken grandma and
the writer of the anonymous letters telling Bea to stay away from Zach. But
don’t worry, this sexy man gets more than his fair share of hot nights.
Seriously, a guy that hot just had to!
So enter the rafflecopter for a chance to win.
I’m giving away an ecopy of Passion’s Poison to one lucky
person. Good luck!
Always, Lexi
Excerpt from Passion’s Poison
The flashlight swung to Zach’s face before
taking a measured swing through the cab of the truck. Thankful she had managed
to zip Zach’s jeans, Bea dared not check to see if Chris’ appearance had any
impact on Zach’s ardor.
Chris shined the light on her. “Okay, I’ll wait.
Glad you’re okay, Bea.”
“Thanks for checking on us, Chris.”
He tapped the door twice. “That’s my job.”
As Chris moved back to his patrol car, Zach put
the window up. “Ex-lover?” His tone was colder than the black ice they’d
skidded across.
Bea pulled away and glared at him. “No. He would
like to be, but I’ve been turning him down as far back as high school.”
Zach faced her, his voice anything but contrite.
“I’m sorry. It’s none of my business.”
She peered at him, but his eyes were in shadow
thanks to the bright police car lights. She wished she knew what he thought.
“That’s true, but I’ll forgive you this time. Next time, I won’t be so easy.”
Zach didn’t react. He just put the truck into
four-wheel drive. The vehicle crawled onto the road, fishtailing as he coaxed
it toward the dry asphalt. Finally, the tires found traction.
He brought the window down as he pulled next to
Chris’ patrol car. “Thanks. Looks like we’re good.”
Chris nodded and opened his mouth to speak, but
Zach waved and hit the gas.
Bea relaxed against the seat. “Wow, that was
close.”
Zach’s jaw was rigid as he remained silent. Was
he angry or horny?
She glanced at his lap and her cheeks warmed.
She had loved sucking on his cock before Chris arrived.
“I’m glad you saw him
pull up. That could have been embarrassing.”
He turned, his gaze raking over her in the dim
light of the interior.
Her breath caught. Horny. He was definitely
horny. She laid her hand on his thigh.
The muscle under her hand tensed, but he didn’t
speak. At the intersection, he turned and passed the Wrenborough Depot.
She watched the building go by and dared a peek.
“Zach?” She couldn’t help the meekness of her voice. “My car is back there.”
His jaw moved, barely. “Yeah, I know.”
She studied his profile. “Then how am I going to
get it?”
His hands opened and closed around the steering
wheel. “You’re not. We’re going to your place so we can finish what we started.
It’s closer.”
At his words, erotic tingles slithered across
her skin and the imp in her moved her hand to slide between his legs. “How do
you know it’s closer?”
His voice was tight. “It’s in Meriden, right,
not far from the inns?”
“Yes.” Wow, good memory.
He pierced her with a possessive look. “Or if
you like, I can pull down the next dirt road and we can do this in my truck.”
Her heart sped up to meet the heat of her flesh.
He seemed ready to jump her and in a way she wanted him to, but she’d already
seen where that got her. “No, my place is fine.”
He brought his attention back to the road. “Then
you better remove your hand.”
Blurb of Passion’s Poison
Beatrice Rappaccini is tired of the one-night
stands that keep her alive. Tired of the illness she causes when she releases
her sexual poisons into her partners. But when she meets Zach Woodman,
everything changes. Desperate for what she can’t have, she puts her heart and
life on the line, ignoring the anonymous letters warning her to stay away from
Zach.
Zach Woodman, logger turned chainsaw artist, has
the perfect life, but no one to share it with after the deaths of the women he
loved. Fascinated by the sexually experienced yet naïve Bea, he promises
himself he will end their hot relationship before fate takes another beautiful
woman from the world.
But he discovers Bea has no idea how to have a
relationship, and he is perplexed by her strange behavior, hippie mother, six
fathers and her request to give him every man’s sex fantasy. It is only when he
might lose her that he realizes he must make a decision that will break his
heart either way.
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