Romantic Reads in
February by Mae Clair
Valentine’s Day may have shuffled past, but the month of
romance is far from over. February overflows with bouquets of roses, boxes of
chocolates, sparkling jewelry and sugary hearts. Whether you’re in the chilly
northeast like me and want to cuddle up with your guy, or enjoying warm weather
in a breezy climate, it’s easy to get swept up in all things romantic.
Including books.
I love a romance with an HEA, especially if it comes with a
guy who makes me swoon and a heroine who leaves me cheering. I worked hard to
create characters who would live up to those ideas in my paranormal/time travel
romance, WEATHERING ROCK.
My hero, Caleb DeCardian, is a former colonel for the
Union Army during the Civil War. He’s a man accustomed to being in charge, who
is used to and having others respond to his orders without question.Shortly
after the Battle of Gettysburg, he’s transported to the 21st Century
by a shower of ball lightning. When the novel opens, he’s already been living
in the present for three years, hunting for the man who doomed him to life as a
werewolf.
For someone who thrives on control,
Caleb finds himself at the whim of a curse he’s powerless to resist--while
facing the challenges of a new and confusing century. He has a highly defined
sense of right and wrong; is noble at heart, but conflicted by what he’s
become.
Then he meets Arianna Hart, my
heroine, and suddenly he’s battling a different set of feelings. Romantic
feelings. The path to true love and an HEA is never smooth, but these two have
enormous odds stacked against them!
If you’re intrigued by my
description, I hope you’ll consider adding WEATHERING ROCK to your
romantic-reads list. Here’s an excerpt to whet your appetite.
EXCERPT:
That strange luminescent glow glinted on the surface of his eyes,
flaringpure silver when he looked at her. “I was studying the moon.”
She wasn’t certain she wanted to venture in that direction.
Moonlight and ahandsome man were a notoriously fatal combination. “I’ve always
thought full moonswere magical.”
He gave a skeptical snort. “It’s not full, it only looks that way.
It’s already startedto wane. You just can’t tell by the naked eye.” He tugged
at his collar. Sweat clung to hischeeks, prompting him to thumb open another
button on his shirt.
The inky material gaped on his chest. A traitorous part of her
mind wonderedwhat it would be like to free the remaining buttons. She could
almost feel the heatedtouch of his flesh beneath her fingertips as she slowly
worked her way to his waist.Disturbed, she jerked her hand from his. A hot
flush crept up her neck.
“You can tell the difference?” She shot a doubtful glance at the
moon. It made her
think of long-ago legends: fairy glades, nameless winged creatures
and werewolves.
“The moon and I are well acquainted.”
He leaned into the banister, his leg casually brushing hers. She
tensed at theinformal contact, surprised when it streaked through her like a
bolt of lightning. Weak-kneedand stunned, she tried to retreat.
“Annie, don’t go--” Caleb caught her hand.
“Don’t call me that.”
“It suits you.” Towering over her, he stepped closer, his eyes
mirroring the smoky
blue of the night-dusted sky. “I think we were supposed to meet.”
His voice grew low and
husky, sending a shivery chill up her spine.
She wet her lips, trying to retain her composure. It was
impossible to thinkstraight when he stood so near, his presence engulfing her
in a sizzling wall of heat.
“Caleb…”
He bent closer and threaded his hand into her hair, his fingertips
lightly pressing
her scalp. A dizzying shiver of sensation cascaded through her.
She barely had time to
register the feeling before his mouth closed over hers, possessive
and eager, leaving her
breathless.
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WEATHERING ROCK at:
AUTHOR
BIO:
Mae Clair opened a Pandora’s Box of characters when she was a child and never looked back. Her father, anartist who tinkered with writing, encouraged her to create make-believe worlds by spinning tales of far-off places on summer nights beneath the stars. She snagged the tail of a comet, hitched a ride, and discovered her writer’s Muse on the journey.
Mae Clair opened a Pandora’s Box of characters when she was a child and never looked back. Her father, anartist who tinkered with writing, encouraged her to create make-believe worlds by spinning tales of far-off places on summer nights beneath the stars. She snagged the tail of a comet, hitched a ride, and discovered her writer’s Muse on the journey.
Discover more about Mae on her website and blog at www.MaeClair.com
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