When Opposites Attract - Watch the Magic by Tina Donahue #LettersFromtheAuthors
One of my fave romance plots is the ‘good’ girl meets and falls for the bad boy then turns him around making him the nice guy he always was deep, deep, deep inside. It’s a universal theme that resonates even in cartoons. For example, Lady and the Tramp. Since I like to mix things up and also adore writing paranormal romantic comedy (like MaryJanice Davidson’s Undead series), I came up with my Taming the Beast series about a New Orleans makeover service for supernatural beings owned by a half-witch and run by her buddies a good fairy, a reformed female demon, and a voodoo priestess. I liken their friendship and quest for love to the characters in Sex in the City…with a paranormal twist.
In Freeing the Beast, book one, we meet Becca, the half-witch, and Eric, a descendant of Cupid, who comes to the service to become a bad boy since nice guys like him finish last. He doesn’t with Becca, especially after the potions she gives him.
Surrendering to the Beast, book two, stars Heather, a good fairy, and Daemon, the ultimate bad boy—a satyr. He’s at the service to ditch his horns, tail, and hooves in order to look fully human. When he does… Talk about a hottie. Sweet Heather certainly can’t resist, even though she figures she should. They’re as opposite as two people can be, but when they get together it’s magic.
Here’s the series blurb for Taming the Beast and the blurb for Surrendering to the Beast.
Taming the Beast Series Blurb:
Magic has never been as sexy or as fun. In New Orleans’ French Quarter From Crud to Stud is the makeover service for supernatural beings who want to tame their beasts so they can date mortal babes. Owned by a half-witch and staffed by a good fairy, a reformed female demon, and a voodoo priestess—among others—the place is always hopping. There’s moonlight therapy for weres, aversion therapy to keep vamps from sinking their fangs in anyone’s neck, and no end of spells, potions, and treatments. These ladies definitely put the boys through their paces. But it’s not all work as they search for their one true love. Their journeys aren’t easy, but they’re definitely magical.
Surrendering to the Beast Blurb:
When she’s good, she’s very good—but when he’s bad, she’s better…
It’s definitely not business as usual at From Crud to Stud, a makeover service for supernatural beings. Dare we say it? Receptionist Heather—a good fairy with a pure heart, mind and body—is on the fast track to exquisite corruption with Daemon, a satyr.
Sex has never been this good or adventurous. Half-man, all beast, Daemon’s the ultimate bad boy, a follower of the god of wine and a good time. Before, during and after his makeover to look fully human, he intends to put some color into Heather’s pale cheeks.
She’s one conflicted but turned-on babe. Especially as Mistress Jin, a genie Daemon commands, agrees to show Heather how to cut loose. Under the mistress’s tutelage and Daemon’s shameless lust, Heather’s gonna find out what love and having fun is all about.
Warning: Not your typical bedtime story. May lead to indecent behavior, a taste for voyeurism, discipline and bondage, which will result in screaming orgasms. Proceed with caution.
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Heather ached to heal Daemon but had to get through the paperwork first then secure his payment. Shivering, she returned to her form. “Have you had any major illnesses?”
“Nope.” His tee sailed past her and landed on the counter.
An inexplicable urge to press her face to his shirt hit her hard. She couldn’t think of anything except taking in his sublime scent, pure freshness mixed with musk.
Something rustled and fell to the floor.
She guessed his jeans and forced herself to concentrate on her questions. “Are you currently taking any magic potions?”
“Just wine. I’d kill for a zombie, though—the alcoholic kind—or a boilermaker.”
After checking no, she read, “Has anyone cast a spell on you within the last six months that altered you significantly before you went back to your original form?”
“Not unless a wish is like a spell, which I hope it’s not.” He muttered beneath his breath. “Let’s just say if I’d gotten what I’d wanted, rather than what I asked for, from MJ—who knows better and should do better when it comes to pleasing a Master—I wouldn’t be here. You can save the questions. I’m spell-free and healthy as a horse. No different from when I was born, except bigger.”
“I have to ask.” Heather wondered who MJ was and what he’d meant about pleasing a Master. She turned and stilled.
He was less than a yard away and nude, gloriously so. His pecs were smooth and hard, his tiny nipples the same color as damp earth. His abs were so defined they could have been carved from stone. Silky dark hair trickled beneath his navel to his…uh…his…uh…
Her mouth went dry. She should have fled but didn’t, preferring to ogle him.
Dizzy, she gripped the counter but couldn’t help staring then gaping.
His long tail was silky like one on a horse, but also prehensile like those on monkeys. It snaked around his thigh and made a beeline for her.
She needed to back away but couldn’t. “What are you doing?”
“Sorry. My stupid tail has a mind of its own.” He slapped it down. It jumped right back up and zipped toward her again. “See?”
His tail wrapped around her waist and reeled Heather in, smack against his solid chest. She froze. The damp clothes had left him slightly chilled. Miraculously, his skin grew hotter by the second. Hers did, too.
She ordered herself to fight whatever was happening. Nothing on her moved except her thoughts. You should pull away. Now. Right now. This is so wrong. This is—
She sagged into him, unable to resist. Gold flecks brightened his irises. His heat and powerful form made the world go away. “What?”
He stared at her.
She did the same with him. “Huh?”
“I didn’t say anything.” He touched his nose to hers. “Did you?”
Answering wasn’t something she could manage. Every word she’d known went bye-bye.
“Okay.” He fitted his mouth to hers.
Heather forgot how to breathe.
His lips were unspeakably soft, his breath hot and scented with liquor, his caress gentle but so wrong. They didn’t know each other. They’d barely met, if she could call it that.
She parted her lips to say something, anything, maybe even to thank him for such a wonderful yet immoral moment.
Daemon slipped his tongue inside her mouth, his kiss wet, searching and shameless, straight from the Dark Side.
Her skin tingled and her toes curled. Breathtaking feelings she’d never known and couldn’t have predicted whizzed through her. Whether they were supposed to or not wasn’t something she could answer. She had zip experience with mortal or immortal men. As a good fairy, even her thoughts were always pure.
His tongue tasted better than any food she’d ever eaten. His masculine scent and everything else about him thrilled her, even though it shouldn’t.
Because it did, she enjoyed him.
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Tina Donahue is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist writing passionate romance for every taste – “heat with heart” – for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times, and numerous online sites have praised her work. She’s won Readers’ Choice Awards, RWA awards - Holt Medallion and NEC, and won a Book of the Year award. She’s featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.
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