...Laurel is a romance author, who like most writers loves to read. Her first love (pun intended) has always been romance. From the sappy YA romance novel to the more risqué erotica novels, Laurel is a sucker for a good love story. She writes paranormal and contemporary romance and is a self-proclaimed, out of the closet nerd. She admits that she can't seem to avoid adding a bit of "nerdology" or "geek-dom" to all of her books. Living in Miami, she also admits that she can't seem to avoid giving her heroines gorgeous shoes. Laurel states, "In Miami, we worship everything strappy, open toed and just plain hot!"
...The first book she's sharing with us today is Midnight Mistletoe. This Paranormal Romance, novelette/short story of 8,000 words is the first book in the Golden Pack Alphas series and contains snarky dialogue, extremely inappropriate uses of mistletoe, alpha HEROINES and the weres smart enough to chase them.
...A look into the story
......Marcus Legrand has only one goal this holiday season, bring Georgia home and finally claim her for his own. Convincing the strong willed ice princess will take all of his skill and patience, but Marcus is no stranger to hunting prey. He has every intention of putting both his rank and heart on the line.
......Merry Christmas to me.
......Yes, an island getaway was proving to be the perfect holiday treat.
......Her gaze meandered back up his chest and after making a brief note of thick smooth lips and tempting dimples, she made eye contact with her merman come to life.
......His eyes gleamed with interest and her lips turned up in her best come-hither smile. He took a step forward and then froze, his gaze focusing on something just over her left shoulder. Shaking his head he turned and continued walking down the beach.
......What the hell!
......She frowned at his retreating back. Admittedly she was no super model but, she’d never had a problem with luring men her way.
......A long shadow fell over her and it was her turn to freeze. Despite blocking out the sun, a heated scorch rippled down her body as the approaching shadow crept down her body. Her nipples pebbled to thick points, her pussy clenched and a slow growl worked its way up her throat.
......Only one thing made her body react this way and she’d deliberately left it back in Golden Valley.
...The next book she's telling us about is Wynter's Fall. This Modern Fairy Tale has an unsuspecting mortal, a Keeper of Dreams, and a group of Gods intent on reclaiming powers they no longer deserve... and is the first book in the Wynter Tales series.
...A look into the story
......Daiomone, Keeper of Dreams has always been drawn to Melania. He's bided his time, waiting for her to cross-over to his realm, but manipulative God's have interfered in unexpected ways. With a helping hand from fate, he must go to Melania and keep her safe.
......Together they must navigate the wilderness and survive both the cold and trouble-making Gods.
......Ohshititis—hallucinations and hysteria brought on by extreme situations and chronic bad luck.
...... “You need to get moving, love.”
......Why not just go with it? Considering her circumstances, she was, after all, due for a little hysteria.
......“Well, excuse me if I want to take a moment to recover from a death-defying event here.”
...... “The storm is coming closer, love. You have to get moving.”
......Lifting her head, she peered up into the thick veil of snow falling all around her. She blinked rapidly as a flurry of snowflakes drifted down on her face with, she was sure, a type of maniacal glee.
...... “The clock is ticking, Princess.”
......“First of all, you are so not the boss of me. You’re not even real. You’re just a figment of my imagination.”
...... “We really don’t have time to discuss this right now.”
......“Wait, I’m still unconscious, aren’t I?”
......She glanced back at her car, partially expecting to see a specter of herself slumped over the wheel.
......His long sigh drifted through her mind. She could almost feel his breath tickle the nape of her neck.
...... “Why do you always have to be so stubborn?” he responded.
......She scrunched her brow at his words, refusing to be badgered by a figment of her imagination. Considering the state of things, her choices were either unconsciousness, insanity, or worse yet, admitting that she was well and truly screwed.
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Thank you for joining us here today, Laurel Cremant! It was a pleasure having you visit and hearing about your stories.