Shae Shannon was
born in California where she lived until the age of 13. Her family decided to uproot and move to a
small town in Oklahoma. It was fate,
Karma, or coincidence that had put both Shae and her future husband on the
paths of destiny and love. She spotted
him in the back of a pickup truck while cruising town, his hot sexiness
capturing her attention and her heart.
One introduction later and she knew that he was her soul mate. Dustin was also from California, and had
grown up only 30 miles from her.
After marriage,
Dustin joined the Army. They spent 9
years in northern New York and 4 years in Georgia. He served 3 tours overseas, and numerous
stateside training exercises. It was during the long, stressful, lonesome
deployments that Shae found she could escape into imagination and majestically
teleport into juicy books. Her most prized gift came in the form of a kindle,
sent from her husband in Iraq. She
quickly filled her digital library, and adds to it every week.
They are blessed
with three kids ages 16, 10, and 5. Two dogs, a hamster, and a fish make for a
chaotic crazy daily routine that Shae handles like a pro, and with a lot of
humor.
Needing to branch
out more, Shae picked up her laptop and began to write, allowing her boisterous
imagination to fly. After what seemed
like an eternity, she finally created her first novel that soon became
published by Siren Publishing. She was
finally on the path of her dreams of becoming an author.
Shae currently
lives Oklahoma, where the tea is sweet, the grass is green, and people still
say ma’am and thank you. Every summer,
they load up the family and head for the lake for swimming and fishing. There is not a water park or swimming pool in
the world that could ever compare to a rope swing and a floaty. The only thing that will change is that Shae
will be scribbling and writing as she floats on the water and works on her tan.
An alpha wolf, and
an alpha panther—both of which are hot, sexy, brick walls of ooh-la-la wrapped
up in "yes please, give me more"—decide to pursue Giselle Shalay,
things explode in a supernova of desire and need. She is torn between what her
body craves and what her mind protests. She is a free-spirited, independent
witch who could never succumb to the role of an obedient, mindless, submissive
wife. Aiden Grey refuses to share Giselle, whether Brandon Knight is meant to
mate her or not. Brandon tries to show him reason, but any discussions end up
in blows. When push comes to shove, he turns to his pack and declares war
against the panthers in a fight to win her hand.
ADULT EXCERPT
Giselle could feel
her body about to combust. Never in her life had she experienced an orgasm from
oral sex. That being said, she had never had anyone eat her pussy like this
before either. Brandon seemed to be enjoying the torment he was applying to her
genitals. She sure as hell was. She looked down and found his eyes, glowing
with arousal. Something about seeing him like this, his head between her legs
and his eyes lit up, set her off. She could feel herself teetering on the edge
of the cliff of complete delectation. She fought to arch upward to reach her
euphoria, but his hands rendered her motionless. His mouth came off of her
dripping sex. He released a deep roar. “Do not orgasm until I give you
permission, minha rainha. Do you understand?” He was in pure dom alpha mode.
Her body quaked with excitement as his whole demeanor changed in an instant.
The reactions her body displayed puzzled her. “I want to look into your eyes
when you come. Do you understand?”
Her voice quivered,
but she managed to answer with a simple “Y–yes.” He gave her a quick nod in
response and lowered back down to eat her cunt. She held on for dear life as
detonation built higher and higher in her core. He released his mouth from her
sex to study her face. She was close. Time to play.
“Giselle, when I
tell you, I want you to let go for me. Don’t hold back. I want you to see who
is satisfying you. When you are done, I am going to lick and drink every drop
of your juices, love.” She only moaned louder in response. She was desperate to
reach climax. Her breathing came in rasps when she wasn’t holding it. Sweat had
beaded on her brow, and her eyes were wide in need. He drove his fingers in her
cavern, scissoring them in and out. With a single adjustment, he was hitting
her G-spot and being rewarded with pleading and begging. She was ready. With a
final flick of her clit, her body began to tense. “Come for me, my queen. Give
me your sweet juice. Come now!” With that simple command, her body rotated off
its axis. She shook and thrashed off of the bed, quaking tigerishly.
Brandon couldn’t
bridle his craving any longer. He gently slipped out of her convulsing channel
and drew his fingers to his lips. He lazily licked and sucked them off,
reveling in her honey. His panther meowed in delight at the animalistic
manifestation. His eyes narrowed and molded into glowing, fierce slits. He
departed the caging restraints of her legs and moved up her body. “I am sorry,
love, but I can’t hold back any longer. I have to be inside of you now. My panther
needs its true mate. I can’t wait until the day I am able to drive you to
unimaginable heights and bond with you, my bruxa. It will be an unfathomable
experience. After the mating ceremony, you will never again dwell in the
gutters of ordinary. Every time I sink into you, it will be extraordinary.”
Giselle was reduced
to a puddle of molten desire. She was desperate, her carnal need taking over.
“Please Brandon! I can’t…I need…” She couldn’t express in words what she
wanted. In a frenzied state, she allowed her magic to come forth. The air
around them started to shift, twirling into a raging whirlwind that whipped
around their naked flesh. As she threw her head back, the roaring vortex
smacked into Brandon, shoving him down onto her to drive his hard shaft to the
place where she needed it most.
Immediately the
indoor tornado ceased. After the initial shock wore off, Brandon released a
deep, rumbling laugh. “Well, my little minha, with skills like that, no words
are necessary. I will gladly give you what you want. Your pussy is lubing up my
cock good. When I enter you, I’m not gonna hold back. I am going to sink into
you down to my balls, love, and stretch that tight cunt. Are you ready for me?”
Giselle was busy
kissing his neck and chest, allowing her hands to frantically rub and caress
every inch of his chiseled upper body. Her only manageable reply was a simple
throaty moan. Brandon took that as his green light and grabbed her hands. He
palmed them in one hand and raised them above her head, locking them to the
pillow. In one hard thrust, he rammed into her to the hilt. She cried out as
her back bridged off of the bed and into his chest. He gave her time to adjust
to his size before plunging in and out of her smoldering sex at a painstakingly
slow pace. His intention was to make her go insane with need, and he was
succeeding. She dug her fingernails into the beef of his taut ass, attempting
to spur him on. He flashed her a wicked smile and shook his head in a slow,
devious motion. “What do you need, Giselle? Are you not happy with slow and
easy? I love feeling your control slipping. Maybe I will just stay like this,
only moving enough to taunt you. Would you like that?”
The thin threads of
her sanity snapped. “No! Brandon, please! Please fuck me hard. I need to feel
you deep! Damn it, fuck me now!” Her words more than pleased him. He brushed
his lips against hers and began drumming into her.
With her hands
still immobilized above her head, all she was able to do was feel. This cat man
was driving her mad with need. Like no other before him, he had broken down all
of her protective layers and left her vulnerable. Her heart, body, and soul
were exposed for him to see. Her mind had entered a euphoric subspace, as
bounce after bounce of rippling pleasure cascaded through her body. She could
feel her womb swelling with delightful tingles, promising that a combusting,
exploding release was near. She began arching her body, tilting her pelvis to
guide his long, thick dick against that magical spot. It only took three hard
bumps against her “come now” button and she exploded.
Her pussy tightened
around his dick like a vise, milking him and squeezing him in a thaumaturgic
rhythm. He had to grit his teeth and fight to stay enveloped in her tunnel as
she rode each crest out. She felt like heaven. Her body was a perfect glove fit
to his. This little vixen was more than anything he had ever dreamed of. His
heart began to swell at the intimate bonding taking place. He wasn’t able to
dwell on the feelings engulfing him for too long as his balls swelled and drew
up, ferociously threatening to detonate. His movements whirled to a frantic
urgency. She continued to ride her euphoria, as her body racked orgasm after
orgasm relentlessly. Her groans had become screams as the intensity mounted
higher and higher. Brandon couldn’t take it any longer. He shook uncontrollably
as he held back the avalanche that threatened to bowl him down. His teeth began
to itch and elongate as his panther attempted to take over and claim her. He
released a wild panther scream that could most likely be heard miles away.
BEHIND THE SCENES
Q: Do you
have any unique talents or hobbies?
A: I have a ton of hobbies, from sewing and
crocheting to mudding (on a quad) and fishing.
My favorite past time lately has been tattooing. I am not an artist by any means, but have
become a pretty good “scratcher”. I only
ink my husband and myself…for now. J
Q: What
can we expect from you in the future?
A: I plan on
exploring a variety of genres.
Currently, I have the Decadent Delights series which is paranormal
erotic romance, and the first book in my new Smalltown, USA series, Her Knights
in Black Stetsons, (western erotic romance) releasing in August. After being an Army wife for over 12 years,
it is a given that a military series of some sort will happen eventually. My muse gets bored easily, so there is no
telling what she will pop up with next!
Q: What
can readers who enjoy your book do to help make it successful?
A: Being a new
author, it is difficult reaching the readers.
It would be so helpful if they could rate the books after they read
them, and recommend it to others. I also
love hearing their feedback!
Q: How
long does it take you to write a book?
A: It depends on
what all is going on in life. I can
usually produce a story between 50,000 and 70,000 words in a three to four week
time period if things aren’t too hectic.
Q: What
is your work schedule like when you're writing?
A: I am a mother of
three and a wife. So, my schedule
revolves around my family. When school
is in session, I get the kids on the bus and clean house. Usually an hour before they get home I grab
my laptop and attempt to get all of my emails, promo, and blog events posted
and caught up. After everyone is off to
bed, I prop up on the couch with my Tigger Pillow pet and laptop and dive in to
my WIP and write in to the wee hours of the morning. Now that it is Summer, I sneak a few
paragraphs whenever I get a chance!
Q: What
do you like to do when you're not writing?
A: Time is a
precious thing in my house. If there is
a spare moment and I am not glued to my keyboard, I love heading to the
lake/river to fish and swim. Summertime
in Oklahoma is the best! When that isn’t
an option, I am either reading, or spending time with my family. I do tip toe upstairs and lock myself in the
bathroom for a long hot soak in the tub whenever I get the chance!
Q: What
was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your books?
A: The most
surprising thing was how easy it was! I
was also a little flabbergasted at the amount of weird and unusual things I
found in my imagination… J My mind holds its own little rabbit
hole full of magic and wonder.
Q: How
many books have you written? Which is your favorite?
A: I have written
three, and am working on the fourth. My
Favorite so far has been Her Knights in Black Stetsons. A lot of the events that take place are from
personal experience. Of all of the
heroines I have written so far, EmmaLee is the most like me.
Q: What
do you think makes a good story?
A: I love books
that take you for a ride. If a story
can play my emotions and make me experience the character’s journey, the author
did their job well. To me, a good book
is better than any movie. You feel what
they feel, see what they see, and hear their thoughts. There is nothing better than being able to
teleport into the pages and go for a ride in your own little mini
vacation.
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