Saturday Sexcerpt – Shadow of the Wolf by Dana Marie Bell

Here’s an excerpt from Dana Marie Bell’s current LSB release, Shadow of the Wolf:

Lana went down to breakfast Sunday morning a week later to find three of the four Beckett brothers seated at Christopher’s table. She wondered if Gareth’s pain medication had made him sleep in, or if he’d already been down to eat and gone back to bed. She was pretty certain it was the former.

Getting the oldest Beckett brother to move in temporarily had been a battle all on its own. He’d wanted to return to his home in Pittsburgh, feeling he would only be in the way now that he was groggy on pain meds. She and Chris had talked him into staying with them. It had been Chris’s argument that he’d feel safer knowing Gareth was there to protect Lana if anything happened to him that swayed the tide. He’d totally worked Gareth’s overdeveloped protective streak to their advantage. So far, nothing had happened, thank the Lord and Lady. She didn’t know if Cole was laying low after the attack at the wedding, or preparing for one hell of a spell. Either way having the Beckett brothers so close made guarding everyone that much easier.

She turned her eyes to Chris. Her wolf looked grumpy this morning, swatting Zach’s hand away from the last piece of toast with a low growl. “Save some for my mate, you heathen.”

“Speaking of which, good morning, Lana.” Daniel stood, pulling out her chair for her.

Chris took one look at her still wearing his shirt and frowned. “Why aren’t you dressed?”

“Thank you.” She took the seat gingerly, waiting until Daniel sat back down. “It’s Pajama Sunday.”

Chris blinked, a slow frown forming on his face. “Pajama Sunday.”

“Yup.” She snagged the last piece of toast and nibbled on it delicately. “I get to sit around in my jammies, watch television, and generally make a pig of myself.”

Chris chuckled. “I like it already.”

Zach ducked his head under the table. “Are you wearing underwear?”

“Zachary!” Chris yanked his brother up by the hair.

“Pig!” Lana threw her napkin at him.

“I am not a pig. I’m a growing boy. Can’t you tell?” Zachary flexed his muscles, throwing her a happy puppy look.

That happy puppy look changed to a grumble when Daniel snagged Zachary’s last piece of bacon. “We hope some day he’ll even grow a brain.”

Zach picked up the napkin she’d thrown at him and threw it at Daniel. “What is with you and stealing my food?”

Zachary slapped his hands over his plate. Daniel smirked. “I’m a growing boy.”

Lana bit her lip to keep from laughing. Chris’s head was in his hands, but she could see his shoulders shaking. Whether they were shaking from laughter or sobs she couldn’t tell.

“Could you two idiots go call Mom and Dad and let them know what’s going on? They’re at the Holiday Inn, room two-fifteen.” Chris stood, taking the dirty plates from the table into the kitchen.

Zachary and Daniel stared at Chris. “Me? Call Mom?” Zach pointed to Chris. “She’s your mate, you should call.”

Chris glared at Zach from the kitchen sink. “I’m not calling Mom and telling her Cole threatened my mate. Besides, I told her one of you would call with an update on Gareth.”

Daniel began backing slowly towards the patio door. “Don’t even think of asking me to do it.”

Zach stood. “Run?”

Daniel nodded. “Run.”

They ran, right out the door and straight onto the patio, shedding clothes as they went. Lana tried to peek around Chris to see the brothers disrobing, but he kept blocking her view.

“Party pooper.” She sat back, folding her arms over her chest and pouting for all she was worth. She laughed when he growled at her.

She stopped laughing when he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. She felt something sharp digging into her side. Claws? She twisted, trying to see his hand, but the smart smack he gave her butt stopped her. “You want to see a naked Beckett?”

She gulped and stilled. There was a deep, growling quality to his usually smooth voice that warned her to be very careful. She wasn’t afraid he would hurt her, but it was better not to tug on the wolf’s tail.

His hand caressed her bare ass. “Fucking naked under my shirt.” And he took off, carting her up the stairs so quickly the walls blurred. When they got to his bedroom, he slammed the door shut hard enough to rattle the walls. “No underwear. Trying to see my brothers’ bare asses. Parading around in front of them in nothing but my shirt. Are you trying to drive me insane?” Claws gently scraped her naked ass, his palm rough against her skin.

“Uh, wait?” She blinked. Why did that come out as a question?

He placed her on her feet, his expression full of heated lust. His hands drifted up her thighs, the cool rasp of his claws somehow heightening her arousal. She backed away, her gaze never leaving his heated expression.

And she was aroused. There was no denying that. Something about the feral way he was stalking her across the bedroom heated her blood.

Her back hit the wall. She’d run out of room.

His hands came to rest on either side of her head. “You like to tease, sweetheart?”

She licked her lips, her heart hammering in her chest. “Sometimes.” She wasn’t exactly fighting what he was about to do to her. In fact, she was looking forward to it. They could both use the relief a bout of hot, sweaty sex could give them. Still, she was in the mood to play a little. She resisted the urge to reach out and trace the muscles of his chest. She knew now exactly how hard and hot those muscles were, how they would twitch under the stroke of her fingers.

He reached out and cupped her breast through his shirt. “I like to tease too.” His thumb stroked over her nipple, bringing it to aching life. His lips curled in a sensuous smile. “But do you know what I like most of all?”

She shook her head, more than half her attention on his hand.

He tweaked her nipple between his thumb and finger. “I like to make my women scream.”

Her eyes narrowed. She snarled at him. Women?

He laughed, obviously delighted with her response. “Woman.” He reached down and lightly stroked her clit. “I bet I could make you, too.”

Everything in her bristled. “Oh no. I bet I could make you.

“You’re on.”

She blinked. Had she just agreed to…?

Oh. Oh.

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AuThursday – Dana Marie Bell

Please Welcome fellow LSB Author Dana Marie Bell.  Let’s get to it shall we?  So Dana, when and why did you begin writing?

A: I began writing when I was thirteen years old. I was at the beach with my folks and a story idea just popped into my head. I had to write it down. It was like a compulsion. So I asked my grandmother (Memom for those who read the dedications in my books) for pen and paper and locked myself in a room until I was done. I’ve been writing off and on ever since.

Q:  Do you have a specific writing style?

A: Hmm. Is “smartass” a style? I try to write witty paranormals with heroes and heroines who are equally strong but in different ways. They all have obstacles to overcome, whether it’s inside themselves or external, or both. So if that’s a style, then it’s mine.

Q:  How did you come up with your titles?

A: The title usually comes with the idea. “What if a vampire is cursed to drink nothing but green leafy blood?” That idea turned into my current WIP, Norwegian Wood. The Wallflower’s title stemmed from the fact that Emma used to be a shy girl, always quiet and in the corner. Now, she’s anything but. All of my titles have two meanings. Dare to Believe is about not only Ruby’s need to believe in her new Sidhe mate, but the fact that she can’t resist a dare.

Q:  What are your current projects?

A: I have two projects I’m currently writing and one on the back burner. The first is Hecate’s Own, the sequel to Shadow of the Wolf from Liquid Silver Books. The other is Norwegian Wood, a story idea I got while talking with my husband about a curse he’d put on a friend of ours during our college role-playing days. We wound up fleshing it out and his enthusiasm let me know I had a pretty good idea. I’m hoping to sub it to Liquid Silver for their Strange Hollow series.

Q:  Name one person or group that you feel supported you outside of family members.

A: Oh, that’s easy! Monica Burns and the rest of the DC Area Storytellers. We’re a loose group of authors who live in the DC area and plan signings and convention get-togethers, offer each other advice, and pass on any submissions calls from agents or publishers. We have our own blog, Several of us will be doing the Sinfully Sweet party on Wednesday at the Romantic Times convention! It’ll be at 2:30 that afternoon and plenty of prizes will be given out. The Storytellers hosting will be Camille Anthony, D. Renee Bagby, Stephanie “Flash” Burke and myself.

Q:  Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

A: The middle. Seriously, starting the book and ending the book are pretty easy, but sometimes the middle of the book can trip me up, especially when I’m thinking, “Wait. Did I say x or y two chapters back?” It doesn’t help that the characters like to take my outline, ball it up and play hacky sack with it.

Q:  Do you have any advice for other writers?

A: The same advice I once heard from Isaac Asimov. I got lucky when I was a teenager and got to see him speak at a science fiction convention. Someone asked him his trick to being successful. He said something along the lines of sit your butt in the chair and write. Even if it’s utter crap, even if it never gets picked up, write it. If you don’t, you’ll never sell. I’ve followed that advice to the letter. Even when I have stuff turned down I don’t let it stop me. I just keep plugging away, writing what feels right to me, and so far it’s worked beautifully.

Q:  How did you feel when your first book sold?

 A: SQUEE JUMP SCREAM SQUEE *cough* Call hubby SQUEE! Yup, that about covers it.

 Q:  What was the most exciting thing that happened to you after you signed your contract – besides receiving your first check as a published author?

 A: My first fan letter. I felt right then that I’d done a good thing, because the person let me know that she’d been having an awful day and I’d made it better. There’s nothing quite like feeling you’ve made someone happy. It’s what keeps my butt in the chair (that and Mr. Asimov.)

 Q:  If you weren’t writing, what would you be doing?

 A: Being a mom. I’m a full time, stay at home mom, and I like it. I’m lucky in that my husband *knock on wood* makes enough for me to not have to work, but I could if I wanted to. So I’m available when my kids are sick or need me for anything, and there’s nothing I’d rather do.

 Q:  Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web? 

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Thanks for joining me today Dana Marie!  Join us again on Saturday when we read and excerpt from Dana’s book, Shadow of the Wolf!

Until then be Naughty,