NG: I'm thrilled to have a fellow NRP author on Simply Sexy Stories today, welcome, Cherie! What do you enjoy the most about being a writer?
CDS: The creativity. Whenever I come up with a storyline, I'm amazed how the characters can change my plot and strengthen the emotional aspects of the novel.
NG: That always surprises me too. What genre(s) do you write and why?
CDS: I enjoy Paranormal and Suspense romances, so I write those. I like supernatural elements in my work or creating drama with suspense. I often use both when I'm developing an outline for a paranormal story.
NG: Describe your writing process in one word.
NG: How long did it take for you to become published?
CDS: I wrote five novels initially and became published within three months after I attended the MUSE Conference held last September. I made contacts that have secured my short stories and novels with two excellent publishers.
NG: That's pretty amazing, Cherie! Any advice you’d like to share with aspiring authors?
CDS: Never give up. Evolve, keep writing…you get better at it and learn everything you can from other authors. Most of us will give you the information freely if you ask, too many authors are putting out unedited manuscripts with their name on them. Big mistake. Pay for an editor if you're going to self-publish or go to the smaller eBook publishers and try your novels and short stories on them.
NG: Let's talk about your new paranormal romance novel, Tales of the Red Moon Clan. What's this story all about?
CDS: Neol Pallaton is a Navajo medicine man and will go to any lengths, even anger the spirits themselves, to protect and love his one true mate. Sara Hughes has worked hard as an assistant DA, until she's dragged into the forest to be murdered because of what she knows. As a shape-shifter, Neol uses the cougar to rescue Sara, pulling her deeply into the Oregon forest, as hired killers stalk them. Passion ignites between the wary allies and Sara has to decide to break the law she's sworn to follow in order to protect Neol and save what they could have together.
NG: Ooooo, danger and romance this is my kind of story. What inspired you to pen this sexy tale?
CDS: I've known men who would do anything to protect and love the woman they've chosen. I wanted to show the great passion and complete wild abandon of a man completely in love. Sara is a feisty woman, who compliments Neol in every way.
NG: What’s the one thing readers can always count on when they pick up a book written by you?
CDS: A well, thought-out plot that twists and turns. Passion, obstacles, challenges and rich heroes and heroines that blend in the most erotic ways.
NG: What more could a reader ask for? Tell me, Cherie, what other hobbies do you enjoy besides writing?
CDS: I enjoy traveling, wine tasting, water sports and friends. My days of "hobbies" went by the wayside when I began to write full-time. My Irish terrier, Reilly, walks me a few times a day to get me away from the computer. Smile.
NG: If you could be any mythical/fantasy creature what would you be and why?
CDS: I'm Irish and Gypsy…there are many to choose from. I think I would like to be an impish Faery with gossamer wings and dance across the forest creating mayhem for loving couples. Just to spice things up you understand.
NG: *smiling* A trouble-making, faery, eh? Neat! And we've reached the final question...what do you think is sexy?
CDS: I think men in general can be as sexy as hell. A strong hand in the center of your back as he leads you into a room. Warm lips as a man smoothes them slowly over your exposed collarbone after a bubble bath. A caress along your inner thigh under the table at a fancy restaurant. Damn, is it getting warm in here?
NG: Definitely! Cherie, thank you for stopping by Simply Sexy Stories today!
Caution! Super Hot Excerpt Below:
Neol Pallaton walks alone through the bowels of society as a bounty hunter, until he shifts into a cougar to save Assistant D.A. Sara Hughes from certain death. A relentless killer keeps them moving by day through the Oregon forest—and by night under the full moon, passion rules their hearts.
The rugged forest is no place for a beautiful and feisty city woman, but Neol’s determined to help Sara piece together why she's being hunted. Sara thought bounty hunters were brutal loners who stretched the law she’s sworn to uphold. But Neol proves that no one can hunt, track and protect her like a Navajo medicine man from the Red Moon Clan.
Neol is willing to anger the spirits to protect his one true mate. Sara will have to bend the law to keep Neol and her alive—and together forever.
Eyes forward, she smoothed down her long hair and gripped her briefcase a little tighter. With a forced a smile she didn't feel, Sara reached the door and waited while a swarthy man looked her over. She bristled when his focus settled on her full breasts.
"You got ID lady?"
The doorman lisped badly from a missing front tooth. Sara gave him an icy stare.
"I'm here to see Mr. Daniel's."
"He knows you're coming tonight?" His pitted face showed interest.
"Yes." Her brazen statement could be true—she'd left several messages, had warned Daniels of her pending arrival. She fished around her briefcase and pulled out her wallet, then flashed her Oregon State driver's license.
"The stairs are all the way in the back; he's up there. First room on the left. His name’s on the door. Ya can't miss it." He smiled, showing rotten teeth, then exhaled his noxious breath and her stomach roiled.
"Thank you." Holding her breath, Sara walked into the dingy, smoke-filled bar, counting four infractions in the first ten seconds. She turned her gaze away from the women writhing against the brass poles and the drooling men shoving bills into the dancers’ flimsy G-strings.
She sighed, wondering if she could feel any more out of place, dressed as she was in her soft pink designer suit and high heels. She quickened her pace, moving through the large square room with her gaze pinned on the back wall. Sara's heartbeat rivaled the pounding drumbeat of the AC/DC's number blaring from the speakers and her mouth went dry.
Men from all sides intentionally bumped her and someone grabbed her ass. She used her briefcase like a shield, warding off undesired attention. One man stretched out a hand to touch her breast and she turned sharply away, only to slam head-on into a solid, muscular barrier. Soft whimpers of fear left her lips as two strong hands grabbed her arms and pushed her roughly against the wall next to the men's room.
Dazed by the sudden jolt, she dropped her briefcase as warm sweet breath from the stranger fanned her face. Sara looked up quickly into feral amber eyes piercing straight through her and her body quivered at their ferocity. He pushed with his thighs and tight abs against her thin suit and she gasped at the intimate contact.
He locked her firmly against him. Sara tried to pull away as he leaned close to her ear. Her heart beat wildly, she inhaled the scent of rain and spice mixed with the heat of his body.
"You may have just cost me my bounty, so now you're going to help me get my leverage back." The deep, seductive voice had an undertone like an animal's growl and her lower lip trembled.
"Get off me." She struggled, but he was too strong.
He flashed her a smug smile then looked away, studying the men coming and going from the men's room. She had a funny feeling she'd seen him before. He seemed familiar. Maybe at the courthouse?
The darkness veiled him in shadow and she stopped struggling; her movements only made her more acutely aware of his body pressing against hers. Breathing hard, Sara followed his gaze as he tensed.
A tall, bulky man with a dark beard and red hunting cap came out of the bathroom. Her captor dipped his head and his mouth came down to hers. His kiss moved invasively with passion, as if reuniting with an old lover—all hunger and need. Her palms went to his chest to push him away. He nipped her lower lip and a spark ignited within her.
Her rational mind understood the kiss had been a ploy—a cover he’d used to avoid attracting attention. But the heat they’d generated surprised her, made her unsteady on her feet, and she gripped his shirt to regain her balance. His hands slid down her arms to her hips. He pulled her against his rock hard arousal and his mouth slowed its assault. He seemed to be enjoying the taste and feel of her and worse, she'd begun to kiss him back.
Sara didn't remember reaching around his neck and fisting her fingers in his thick black hair. Her moan didn't vibrate against his lips, further inflaming him with desire. He pulled back sharply with a cocked brow, but then looked over his shoulder, obviously seeking out the man for whom he'd orchestrated this little charade.
She looked in the opposite direction, trying to slow her breathing and heart rate. In the back of the room, she saw the bearded man going out the exit door. To salvage what little pride she may have left, Sara pointed in that direction. “He’s leaving.”
Her captor’s eyes glowed amber as they followed her hand. "Consider us even."
He backed away with a rakish smile, his strange mesmerizing gaze gliding over her curves before he headed out the back.
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