SUPERNATURAL SUNDAY

Please help us welcome author, H.C. Brown. She’s the author of a newly released novel by Noble Romance Publishing, Purr-fect Seduction.

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GRACEN: In the U.S., we celebrate Thanksgiving with a large feast (akin to early harvest celebrations), family gathering and in some cases, prayer. Do you have a similar holiday in your country? If so, what is it called and when do you celebrate it?

H.C.: We have Australia Day. Here it’s usually celebrated with a barbecue or a day out on the beach. It’s the only day gambling is allowed outside the normal venues, in the form of an old Aussie game called two-up. Two coins are tossed in the air and bets are made on the resulting heads or tails.

GRACEN: What, if any, holiday traditions (decorating, gathering with friends and family for a meal, etc.) do you have?

H.C.: We celebrate Christmas and have all the usual decorations. It’s hard to eat the traditional hot meal of turkey and plum pudding but we do even when the temperature is 100F outside.

GRACEN: What was your most memorable holiday and why?

H.C.: Last Easter was the first time I had all my children and grandchildren together for the first time.

GRACEN: If you were to have a Thanksgiving meal with us, which would you put on your plate: white or dark turkey, white potatoes or yams, green beans or corn, bread rolls or crescent rolls? (If you have other ideas for a Thanksgiving feast, please share them!)

H.C.: White turkey, white potatoes, and corn. Some Gluten Free items for me.

GRACEN: What, in your opinion, was the oddest food served at a holiday dinner you’ve attended?

H.C.: No food at all.

GRACEN: Tell us 3 things you are thankful for this year, please.

H.C.: 1. The safe arrival of my granddaughter after a great deal of worry.
2. My husband’s strength and devotion.
3. Having 4 books published

H.C. and her granddaughter

GRACEN: Just for fun, if you could be among any of the original members of that first Thanksgiving, who would it be, the Pilgrims or the Wampanoag (Native Americans)? Why?

H.C.: Well the Wampanoag as there's no way I would set foot on a ship after the first one sank!

GRACEN: Considering that feast, what do you think that first harvest celebration meal would be? What would the meal be if it happened in your country?

H.C.: Here no doubt Damper (bread baked without yeast over an open fire) and kangaroo steak. (Yuk! I have never eaten Kangaroo.)



Now, let’s get to your writing:

GRACEN: Why paranormal erotica? What’s the draw?

H.C.: Well Paranormal erotica is only a very small part of what I enjoy writing about to be honest. Paranormal allows my imagination to create heroes and villains in any shape or form my mind can create. I can build worlds to fit them in without any restrictions. Fantasy for me is the same; I enjoy writing erotic and YA fantasy romance, witches/warlocks and Faerie.

I also write murder mystery and I have just finished a manuscript with an Australian P.I as my heroine - with romance…all my books have romance.

Historical is one genre I love to write but my mind is working overtime with other genres and research takes up so much time. Hence, the fact I have an 80,000-word manuscript (about pirates and a highwayman in 1665) gathering dust waiting to be edited.

GRACEN: If you could describe your writing with a word or phrase, what would it be? What do you want readers to take with them when they've finished reading your story?

H.C.: Escapism. I try to take my readers to a world were anything is possible. I want my readers to ride a roller coaster of emotions when they read my stories, and sigh when they read the very last line.

GRACEN: Have you ever written holidays into your stories? If so, which ones and why?

H.C.: No not yet, perhaps a Valentine’s Day story…because everyone can enjoy it.

GRACEN: Who decides what you write about, you or your muse? What kind of influence do you have over your story, or is the muse always the one basting the turkey?

H.C.: The muse, trust me I’m only going along for the ride.

GRACEN: Have you ever based a character on a real-life person? If so, why? Was it simply to immortalize them or was there more to it than that? If you can, tell us the name of that person, please! We’re all curious here!

H.C.: Well to some degree, the story in Betrothed to the Enemy was based on a one-line message written in a prayer book, “I am to be given to a knight, God help me.” My ancestor Sir William D’Anise gave me the surname of Sir Damien in the story. The Muse gave me the rest.

GRACEN: What character did you have the most fun creating and why?

H.C.: I think creating the shape-shifter Knight Watch princes is the most interesting, brothers but all with unique personalities . I enjoyed creating Zandor, (My Purr-fect Alphas) a troubled bad boy; he gave me scope to delve into situations that are more erotic.

My favorite character is Nox the Faerie King. Who wouldn’t love a seven feet tall bisexual dark angel? He will be in all the Pride Brother Series with a story and/ or series just about him and the Fae in the works.

GRACEN: If you had the opportunity to meet just one of your characters in real life, who would it be and why? Which of your characters would you never want to meet under any circumstance and why?

H.C.: Nox of course, I would just love to touch those silver tipped black gossamer wings. The one I’d hate to meet….well any of the Rams they have a body odor problem and horns… or the Druik doctor, Pic, in My Purr-fect Alphas (you would have to read the book to understand.)

BLURB: Purr-fect Seduction by H.C.Brown

Jill Morfran, a sassy redhead from New York is enjoying a photo shoot in the Scottish Highlands when she stumbles into an alternate realm. Trapped in a frightening world of strange humanoid creatures, her life turns upside down when a sinfully handsome shape shifter kidnaps her. Will she win Dare of Knight Watch’s heart or will he trade her for his sister at the next slave auction?


~WARNING - EXCERPT MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR ALL READERS~

EXCERPT: Purr-fect Seduction by H.C.Brown

The croaking frogs and the evening song of tropical birds serenaded them, and Dare’s powerful scent consumed her being, filling her with a frightening erotic desire. His gentle touch sent tongues of flames through her, awakening a longing in her she did not know existed. How long had she dreamed of finding a man who would hold her just like this? Who would desire her as much as she desired him? She craved his touch, and the realization both frightened and enthralled her. I’d give up everything, my family, my home . . . anything at all just to have him.

She caught her breath when his caressing hands moved slowly up to her breasts. She moaned as he cupped them, groaned when he rolled her taught nipples between his callused fingers, tugging them into hard peaks. His warm lips sucked at her earlobe, and when his hot tongue trailed down her neck, the delightful sensation sent shivers down her back.

“So sweet, so innocent . . . your heart flutters under my embrace. Let me teach you to fly, little dove.”

He rose and lifted her into his arms, turning her to face him. His warm hands snaked under her tunic, he captured her bare breast and she gasped. Warm tingles of pleasure engulfed her when his fingers pulled at her aching nipples. She pushed her breasts toward him, wanting more of this delightful sensation.

“My touch pleases you. Your skin is so soft, and your nipples call to me to suck them. Do you want more of me, little dove?”

Jill drew a deep, steadying breath. Decision time. Memories of a life spent alone—always a bride’s maid, never a bride—flashed through her mind. Hell, she decided. Life is too short, and a chance like this may never come again. “Yes, teach me everything.”

Jill pushed trembling fingers into the raven silk that framed his face and brushed her tongue across his bottom lip. A ripple went through his body and he made a growling sound.

“Everything? But you’re so innocent. Are you sure, little one?”

“Yes.”

He took her mouth fiercely, deeply. He tasted divine, hot, musky. His spicy tongue lashed the inside of her mouth, molding her to his will. His kisses became deeper; his warm hand teased a nipple while the other slid around her waist, enclosing her in sweet passion. Pulling him closer, she kissed him back, melting beneath his touch. She pushed against his fingers to ease her insatiable need. He pressed closer and the heat from his body burned her skin. His thick cock pushed into her stomach, pulsed against her skin, proof of his desire for her. She wanted this, wanted his touch, his lips, his body hard against her, deep inside her.

The cat inside Dare roared with pleasure as he lifted Jill into his arms and carried her into the cave. He bent to lay her gently on the sheepskin. Flames from the fire sent velvet shadows dancing across the walls, and the hot, spicy aroma from the stew hung faintly in the air. He removed her tunic, and tossed it to one side, and the sweet moan from her lips made him burn with desire for her. She laid before him, gloriously naked, all dewy-eyed innocence. Her skin looked so delicate in the fire’s glow. Damp curls framed her pink flushed cheeks and flowed across her shoulders in glistening gold highlights. The warm, luscious scent of female arousal surrounded him and his inner cat purred.

“Do you want me inside you, Jill, as your first?” he said huskily. He removed his loincloth, and lay down beside her. Her pure white breasts firmed under his touch, her deep red nipples reached toward him.

He wanted to taste her, to bury his tongue into her slick wet folds and suckle her hard pearl. He craved her, desiring only to drive her over the edge in insurmountable passion. He looked into her eyes but she showed no fear. Only need burned in those twin emerald pools, desperate need for him.

“I want you, Dare. I want you to touch me, to love me. Teach me how to love you.” She reached for him.

He took her lips again, sweet as spiced apples. She moaned in his mouth, and the delightful sound sent blood rushing to his cock with such speed his ears rang.

“Wrap my tunic around your neck. My cat is anxious, and I don’t want to bite you.”

He handed Jill the tunic, and she covered her neck. Dare slowly licked his way around each breast and purred. Her damp skin tasted sweet. The potent scent of aroused female surrounded him. He watched her as he scraped his fangs over each nipple before suckling hard. She looked so delicious, so wanton, writhing beneath his touch, but he must wait to plunge deep within her heat. He groaned as his cat demanded so much more. The need to bite, to sink his fangs into that tender white skin, threatened to overwhelm him. He craved to suck and savor her hot, sweet metallic blood. He looked up into her eyes, and she smiled so innocently and arched her back in a silent plea for more.

His control slipped, and his inner cat roared. Mine. Bite her. I need her. Now.


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