Welcome to Tuesday Treat.
Today I am very happy to have Sotia Lazu as my guest with a wonderful Tuesday Treat. Enjoy.
Hi Daisy, and thank you for having me again.
Since this post has to do with firsts, I initially thought of posting about the first time Derek met Amanda in The Tenant, but I’ll be back here blogging about that soon enough, and didn’t want to bore you and your readers.
Instead, I’ll give you a first look at a short novella I’ve written for an anthology coming out in a few months (you know the one I’m talking about *wink*). It’s a Paranormal Romance/Magic Realism, and to keep with the theme, I chose a bit about Quinn remembering the first time he saw Alice.
Quinn stretched and looked around. The bathroom was spotless except for his paw prints on the tiled floor. He’d try to suppress the shaking this time. He’d hated the look Alice had given him when he’d rained dark brown droplets all over her living room.
But this wasn’t her living room. He’d seen her living room before…
He didn’t think much about ‘before.’ Didn’t remember much, either. The now was his reality, and in it, he ate scraps from the garbage and spent the night in alleys.
But he knew her scent and he knew her name.
He knew her green eyes—and he somehow knew dogs weren’t supposed to see colors, but that sentence didn’t mean anything to him now.
Her scent wasn’t in this bathroom. Similar, yes, but not hers. He knew her smell. The downstairs smelled more like her. And like something else he’d like to chase around.
He knew that word and he knew Alice. That was more than he’d known since…since he’d been Prince Charming.
But he was really Quinn.
He shook his head slowly from side to side, trying not to get the white tiles dirtier than he’d already had.
“I can take it from here.”
“No way I’m letting a lady carry her own shopping, when I can help. I’m bringing them to your door.”
“What about your friend?”
“She can wait.”
His headache turned worse, skull-splitting.
She could wait.
He licked one back paw, then the other. He wanted to lick more, but he had to hold back, not give in. He had to be Quinn.
“Prince Charming? You better not have made another mess in there.”
He woofed once, and Alice came in holding the same towel she’d brought earlier. It had pot bellied Santas on it. Another thing dogs weren’t supposed to recognize.
How did he know what he was supposed to know?
She wore clean clothes, but mud was still streaking one cheek.
Sweaty. Writhing. Scratching.
Flesh slapping against flesh.
He’d pay for it.
He already had.
Remembering was bad. It hurt his head. He wagged his tail.
If you can’t wait until the anthology is out to get to know Alice better, you can see more of her as her sister’s story unfolds in my upcoming Contemporary Romance, The Tenant, coming August 7th with Taliesin publishing.
In hopes of getting her fiancé to consummate their relationship before the wedding, Amanda convinces him they should check out the apartment her father gave her as a gift for their upcoming nuptials. Darkness and privacy are supposed to work in her favor, but there is one parameter she doesn’t know about: the apartment is not empty yet, and the current tenant has no plans of moving.
Derek has had a hell of a few months. His girlfriend turned out to be a cheater and then stole his restaurant. He’s not about to also give up the place he’s called home for three years—even if his hot but infuriating landlady threatens to move in by the end of the week.
When her own lease is up, Amanda is forced to make good on her threat. As if life isn’t already hard enough, her tenant-turned-roommate is as sexy as he is annoying, and her fiancé is caught with a half-naked woman.
Now she and Derek need to find a way to survive their forced cohabitation. And survival can easily turn into enjoyment.
Sleeping with the enemy can be fun.
About the Author
She loves romances with a twist and urban fantasy novels, always with vivid erotic elements. Her favorite characters to write are not conventional hero-material at first glance, and she enjoys making them fight for their happiness.
Sotia shares her life and living quarters with her husband, their son, and two rescue dogs, one of which may be part-pony. Sappy movies make her bawl like a baby, and she wishes she could take in all the stray dogs in the world.
Also, she hates mornings!
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