Tuesday Talk

How about a day where characters from different books are interviewed? I'll start with an old, old post with Jag Arizon from WITH EXTRA CREAM and his best friend, Leron Wilder, from HOT TIN ROOF. The men are jaguar shifters from the Kind species--big cats infected with vampyre blood--their growl is as big as their bite! Each story is now available in a box set at Changeling Press and most other ebook outlets. Changeling has the better price and they'll have your format or lead you to all the places you can purchase a copy.

I’ve never missed MCs as much as these guys. Hmm… A story to reunite them all one last time? I don’t like Christmas so they don’t either. Maybe Valentine’s Day? Too late for that and, no, buying flowers, candy or dressing up to go out for dinner isn’t their thing at all! 4^th of July with lots of  fireworks? That’s an idea I’m going to float around in my head. Oh Lord, it's floating...

Meet Jag and Leron:

“Hello. My name is Jag.”

“Dude! Why you talking like that?”

“Shut up, Leron. J. Hali asked me to do this. I brought you along for moral support. Don’t give me no shit.” He shook his head. “I knew I should have asked my lady to come with me.”

“You sound like a freaking robot. That’s all I’m saying.”

“Can you do better?” Jag was pissed.

“Yeah, here you go: What’s up people? Glad you stopped by. See, something natural like that.”

“Oh, right, that was so much better.”

“Hey, Jag, can I tell them about my book – HOT TIN ROOF?”

“That’d be great, man. They know about me and Barbara from WITH EXTRA CREAM already. Go ahead. Cripes, what the hell, Leron…why’d you change to your beast?”

Because I can. I like this freedom. How long is J. gone for?

“Who knows and get out of my head. She’s usually around. Wait, what if she doesn’t come back?”

So what? Hell, if she comes back she might want to be writing about Trent or something else totally. She’s always going on about those freaked out angels.

“Hey, did you lose words in the edit thingy?” Jag asked.

Leron nodded his large feline head and changed back to his vampyre form. “Yup. Not too bad though.”

“Damn, man. Cover your ass. What if someone walks in?” Jag’s brows raised and he peered at the mirrored glass around the small room.

“Who’s coming in here? It’s hardly big enough for us.”

Jag relaxed a little. “Tell us about your story.”

The smile that covered Leron’s face was pitiful. Jag laughed long and hard at his friend.

“She’s hot, Jag. Everything I want in a mate is wrapped up in that one gorgeous bundle. She’s tall as hell, too. I like that. What if she doesn’t want me?” Leron’s eyes bugged out. “Hell and damnation, I just thought about that.”

“I don’t know if the people care how she looks, dude.”

“Screw ‘em then. I’m not telling them anything if that’s the case.”

Jag’s clothes disappeared, a growl to wake the devil erupted from deep in his chest and thundered through the tiny interview space. Fur traveled up his naked torso, Rosette-spotted hair raced up his arms. Claws protruded from large paws that slammed to the floor and shook the room.

Talk about the story or I’ll bite your ass off.

“Oh, it’s okay for you to screw around in my head?” Silence. “Christ, you’re serious?”

Yeah. I promised J. I’d do this for her. I’m gonna do it right.

“Okay already. Let me see…how about I do one of those blurb things she’s always writing?”

That’ll work.

“You’ll be sorry you didn’t let me describe my babe. She’s hot.”

Shut up and post the blurb, Leron. Damn, Trent wouldn’t have been this bad.

“Why don’t we just send them over to Changeling Press? They can read blurbs and more plus they’ll find links to other places to buy us…err…the books.”

Jag had resumed his human-like appearance. “Sounds cool.”

“Thanks. Now they’ll have to see Cory anyway.”

“Jeez, it’s not like she’s as good looking as Barb.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me.”

All hell broke loose. An unearthly sound traveled halls of the small studio as jaguars clashed together in battle. The room’s walls vibrated. A crashing sound was followed by explosive pops and smoke as electrical equipment tumbled from racks.

Unbeknownst to the male combatants, two women watched from the other side of the glass.

“Should we break it up?”

Barbara smiled at Cory. “Let them fight it out. We get to fawn all over them afterward.”

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Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out. - J. Hali Steele

Controlled

Meet Harm Germaine from CONTROLLED, part of the Shepherd’s Watch box set which can be found at the following outlets… Ooh, ooh, it’s ON SALE at Changeling!

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CONTROLLED

Harm Germaine is an alpha in training who embraces his ability to be man or dog. Meeting his mate,

who happens to be human, gives him second thoughts about what he is and finding a way to tell her causes the always-in-control alpha to lose control.

Elle Naylor’s caught his scent and can’t get it or Harm out of her mind. Strong and stubborn, Elle knows she’s found the one man who can make her life complete.

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A stray shepherd, a series of accidental mishaps, and Harm becomes sure of one thing: Elle loves dogs!

But will she love him when she finds out that’s exactly what he is?

Interracial Romance

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Excerpt:

Hell wouldn’t have seemed like a bad proposition to the asshole lying in the stagnant, garbage-strewn water had he known he was dealing with monsters.

“Oh, God, please!” Boots scraped asphalt in the alley as the jerk tried to scoot away.

“Aww, hell no.” Looming over six feet tall, Court grabbed the miscreant’s shirt collar and shoved his face into the slimy puddle beside the dumpster. Straddling the bloodied man, he asked, “You did not just take the Lord’s name in vain?”

“Let him go, man.” Not only was Harm late checking in with a very important client, he was tired, hungry and cold. Changing, covering his body in fur, would solve the latter, but it was too late. Why did they have to run into this son of a bitch manhandling his girlfriend? The woman silently huddled in the dimly lit corner of their apartment building. A few minutes earlier, a few later, this sordid situation would have gone unnoticed. “He’s a coward. I don’t think he’ll come back around here.” Harm strode over, took hold of the man and snatched him to his feet. “Am I right?”

“You can have the bitch, please, just let me go.”

“Jackass, you said one word too many.” Harm drew back and cold-cocked the bastard. Lifting him high, he told Court, “Open the dumpster. He can go out with tomorrow’s trash.” The unconscious body bumped loudly on the bottom where he’d be found in the morning by sanitation workers.

“Hey, stop, don’t put him in there!”

Turning in unison, the brothers gaped. Court spoke up. “Lady, your boyfriend was getting ready to seriously kick your ass.”

Belongings from her purse lay scattered on the pavement. Watching her stoop down to collect them, Harm’s head tilted quizzically. “Are you kidding?” She couldn’t possibly be upset at how they handled the creep.

“First off, he’s not my boyfriend. The dirty rotten sucker stole my wallet with my credit cards and money. It’s in his back pocket.” Straightening, she glared angrily in the direction of the trash container. “You arrived in time to prevent anything else.”

“Glad we could help.” Harm twisted toward Court. “Get the wallet.”

“You think I’m climbing into that stink hole?” Court’s hands dusted his still immaculate jacket, brushed at his pants and pinched the razor-sharp crease. “Brother, you’ve lost your goddamn mind.”

“Jesus Christ, get the wallet.”

“I’m not getting in there, Harm. No way.”

“Oh hell, both of you shut the fuck up.” Short legs ate up the distance from the wall to the dumpster. “And you’re both blasphemous idiots. Talk about taking the Lord’s name in vain. I’ll get it myself.”

Before Harm could move, she’d grabbed the container’s lip and hiked a luscious, petite body over the edge. His jaw dropped and he glared at Court. “She just jumped in the trash.”

“Good, because I wasn’t going in there.”

They spun toward the dumpster when they heard a loud smack. “Take my fucking wallet?” Another crack. “I’ll teach your sorry ass some manners.”

Court chuckled. “Damn, she’s vicious. He’s lucky we came along.”

Harm stood rooted to the spot in disbelief. He liked this spitfire. His shepherd was on the prowl, pawing and panting. He liked her too! Sniffing loudly, he picked her scent from the stench wafting through the air. Sweet.

Thinking about getting to know her better caused his cock to swell and jerk in his pants. Slender fingers appeared on the edge and Harm took hold to help hoist the woman over the side. Feet had barely touched the ground before she pulled one hand free and pushed a wave of dark hair back. Lifting Harm’s other hand to her nose, she sniffed loudly. Fuck. Something a dog would do and the action yanked his cock to full attention.

“His balls will hurt for a week.” Hearty male laughter bounced from walls of the alley, putting a smug smile on her pretty face. “I was ready to kick his nuts to hell and back when you turned the corner.” Purse in hand, she walked away and glanced over her shoulder. It was as if Court didn’t exist when her eyes nailed Harm to the spot he stood in. “It’s good to know chivalry’s not dead.” She disappeared around the corner.

“What the fuck was that?” Court continued to laugh. “I believe she would have taken him out.”

Harm wanted to chase after her but his feet wouldn’t move. Watching her plump little ass twitch away stirred something raw and natural in his gut, causing his shepherd to react by immobilizing Harm in his path.

“Well, I’ll be a son of a bitch.” Court’s head fell back and he roared, laughing until he choked. “Your dog got you by the balls.”

“Go to hell.” Her scent dissipated and Harm’s shepherd released him. Swiping his knees futilely in an attempt to remove a smudge of dirt, he glared at his brother. “Shut up before I bite you in the nuts.” Looking back toward the main street, he sniffed the air again. “Very, very sweet.” Harm needed to check in with a client and was already late. He didn’t want the customer contacting the office and complaining. Max had left him in charge. “Last thing I need is Ren and Wade sniping at my ass for not handling business.”

The Alsatians could be real sons of bitches. Well aware Harm would one day be alpha of their pack, they continued to treat him as if he was a pup in training. Max occasionally acted as a buffer but he’d gone with Harm’s sister, Victoria, on a working honeymoon somewhere in Africa with hopes of turning up information on the Germaine family as well as the shepherds.

“You ordering or asking?” Court stared at him.

“I’m asking, my brother.”

“Right answer. But I’m not leaving my clothes in this stink hole.” Court’s chest swelled with air. “Won’t be hard to pick up her scent.” His brother undressed and folded each item meticulously over Harm’s arm. Glancing sideways, he asked, “When are you going to kick those fucker’s asses? Men can afford to be diplomatic, Harm, but we’re animals.”

His mother suffered through hours of labor to give birth to Victoria as a woman. Afterward, no longer able to stand the pain, she changed into a shepherd and whelped Harm and Court. Though most of his life had been spent locked inside his animal, Harm didn’t think of himself as genetically fucked up. Hell, he embraced the ability to morph at a moment’s notice from dog to man, or vice versa. The Austrian monk who had experimented with mixing his DNA with an animal’s created something wonderful in his estimation. Not only did they live longer, they were stronger, wiser, in either body. As far as Harm was concerned, both worlds had distinctly wonderful advantages.

Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out. - J. Hali Steele