Please help me welcome Lexi Post as my guest today.
Tracey, thank you so much for inviting me to visit
your blog. I love the paranormal as well and it often finds its way into my
erotic romances with Ellora’s Cave. In my latest release, Passion’s
Poison, my heroine is poisonous and must have sex to release her toxins
or die. Unfortunately, the men she
sleeps with get very sick from having sex with her. In fact, she put her high
school boyfriend into a coma! So when she meets hunky Zach Woodman (see awesome
cover) and falls for him, her life gets very complicated.
In my first erotic romance for Ellora’s Cave, Masque,
the paranormal element was the hero, Synn (see another great cover), who was
trapped in time with 73 ghosts that became more solid with the full moon. The
old haunted abbey he existed in had 7 Pleasure Rooms that made up the Masque.
Synn was more than willing to guide Rena, the new owner of the abbey, through
the Masque, but to do so he had to betray her.
I’d like to take credit for all these paranormal
ideas, but I can’t. I was actually inspired by classic literature.
Passion’s
Poison is inspired by “Rappaccini’s Daughter” by Nathaniel Hawthorne
who created the poisonous Beatrice. Masque was inspired by “The Mask of
the Red Death” by Edgar Allan Poe, and it is he who had Death come and kill the
inhabitants of the abbey, leaving me with only ghosts and Death to work with.
My next erotic romance for Ellora’s Cave is titled Passion of Sleepy Hollow
and I’m guessing everyone knows where that inspiration came from.
So for those who enjoy the paranormal with a large
dose of sexy, I have included an excerpt from Passion’s Poison. And for
those who leave me a comment, I will pull one person to win an ecopy of Masque.
Always,
Lexi
Excerpt of Passion’s Poison:
Bea’s brain kicked into gear at Zach’s words. She
wanted him too, but not for just a night. Her pleasurable heat turned frosty.
How could that be? She didn’t even know him, but her heart already named him
hers. She pushed against his chest to break his embrace.
He let her go.
She staggered back, her knees shaky, her breaths
coming fast. “I’m sorry if you got the wrong idea,” she rasped.
He stared at her quizzically. “What idea would that
be? That you’re as attracted to me as I am to you? That this,” he motioned with
his hand pointing between them, “is great?”
She shook her head, trying not to look at the large
bulge in his jeans. “I-I don’t know. It’s too fast.”
He stared into her eyes. “You mean too hot, don’t
you?”
She gulped as his words sent fire racing through her
veins. She nodded.
He took a deep breath and jammed his hands into his
front pockets. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. But it’s not something we can
ignore.”
His gaze changed from polite to possessive. “I want
you, Beatrice Rappaccini. I want you naked in my bed. Once you’re there I want
to taste you, smell you, feel you and pump into you until I lose myself.”
At his words, Bea’s legs turned to slush and she
sank into the nearest chair.
He hunkered down in front of her and took her hands.
“Bea, is there any reason why we shouldn’t get together?”
Oh, was there. But none she could tell him. He
wouldn’t believe her if she did. Her last long-term relationship back in high
school ended with her boyfriend in a coma. Despite his eventual recovery, she
still carried a pile of guilt around with her. As much as she wanted Zach, she
couldn’t be happy with one night. This wasn’t about her need to cleanse the
toxins she produced. This was about the idea of having one special man in her
life. The only obstacle standing in her way was her deadly body.
Zach dropped her hands. “What is it? You hesitated
for too long.” He stood abruptly. “Are you already seeing someone?”
She jerked her head up, surprised by the anger in
his tone. “No, I’m not. It’s complicated.”
He walked away from her and stood behind the other
couch. “Why do people always have to make things complicated? This is simple
human nature, two adults who are attracted to each other. What’s so complicated
about that?”
She straightened her shoulders. “First, I’m supposed
to be here on business. I don’t think it appropriate to kiss a vendor on
company time. Second, I don’t know anything about you except that you can
create amazing statues with a chainsaw and you used to be a logger from Maine
How little she knew about her one-night stands
stabbed at her conscience, but she ignored it.
He grinned and came around to sit on the couch
perpendicular to her chair. He took her hand again. “If those are your only
concerns, I can work with that. You’re being very reasonable and I’m being
impatient. Forgive me. You’re so damn beautiful, it’s hard for me to control
myself.”
Heat rose in her cheeks and she looked down to see
his big calloused hand holding hers. She wished it were so simple.
He raised her chin with his other hand. “Bea, I’ll
try to be patient if you’re willing to give it a chance.”
She stared at him, this incredible man that her body
and her heart seemed to crave. A man who would suffer if she gave in to her own
needs, but she was weak. Her head nodded of its own accord while her mind
screamed no.
He leaned forward and brushed a featherlight kiss
upon her lips.
She wanted to cry at his tenderness and she silently
cursed her deranged ancestor again for the poisonous nature he had inflicted on
her, on so many Rappaccinis. “I better go.”
He stood with her hand still in his. “I’ll walk you
to your car.”
She let him help her up, wishing she could figure
out some way for a relationship to work, but a deep-rooted fruitlessness
settled deep in her stomach.
He let go of her hand to cup her face in his palms.
“You look as if you’re going to cry.”
She put her hands on his chest. “No, I—oh no.”
His brows drew together in concern and his hold
tightened on her face. “What’s wrong?”
She stared at the scene over his shoulder. “I don’t
think I’m going anywhere now.”
He turned toward the great windows, his arm coming
around her, but he remained silent. He squeezed her waist.
Outside the snow fell hard, and on his massive deck
a foot of the beautiful white flakes announced her imprisonment. The Tamwick
roads would be impassable. How could she stay in his house overnight without
sleeping with him? “Maybe, it’s not as bad as it appears. You must have gusts
up here, right?”
He raised his brow. “Study the snow. It’s falling
straight down. There’s no way you’ll make it back to Meriden
She stared at her silent jailer, unable to fault the
large white flakes defined against the dark grayness outside. He was right. In
his home with the snow piling up, it was as if they were the only two people on
earth. But if that were the case, he would be dead within the week.
She shook herself and the foreboding that flooded
her body. They weren’t the only two people in the world. In fact, she needed to
call Craig. “I better make a few calls. Let people know where I am.”
He stepped away, the energy in his body palatable.
“Sure, I’ll go downstairs and get wood for the fireplace. I’m thinking it’s
going to be a cold one.”
Zach gave her a reassuring smile that did everything
but reassure her. Then he headed downstairs, leaving her body in jitters, her
heart aching and her mind frantically searching for answers like a chickadee
caught inside a house, desperate to find a way out and accomplishing nothing
but harm to itself.
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.
Passion’s
Poison is available in electronic formats:
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Thanks, Lexi! Passion's Poison sounds like a smokin' hot read. :)
2 comments:
I forgot to mention how utterly HOT those covers are. LOL Obviously my brain is on sexy overload. I can't even think straight. ;)
Thank you, Tracey. My cover artists nailed my heroes. The men are exactly as I pictured them with just the right feel for the book.
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