{"id":3252,"date":"2012-05-07T07:31:13","date_gmt":"2012-05-07T13:31:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/oliviabrynn.com\/?p=3252"},"modified":"2014-08-01T02:38:19","modified_gmt":"2014-08-01T08:38:19","slug":"welcome-kerrianne-coombes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alannacoca.com\/blog\/2012\/05\/welcome-kerrianne-coombes","title":{"rendered":"Welcome, Kerrianne Coombes"},"content":{"rendered":"

Ker\u00adri\u00adanne Coombes has a new book com\u00ading out! It\u2019s called Beau\u00adty and the Beast, and she\u2019s gra\u00adcious\u00adly \u00c2 giv\u00ading a copy away to one com\u00admenter here. \u00c2 Wel\u00adcome, Ker\u00adri\u00adanne! Why do you like paranormal?<\/strong><\/p>\n

I think the rea\u00adson I love a good para\u00adnor\u00admal romance is because it taps into my imag\u00adi\u00adna\u00adtion per\u00adfect\u00adly. Para\u00adnor\u00admal romance, for me, is all about dark, tor\u00adtured souls, with buck\u00adet loads of pas\u00adsion. And don\u2019t we all love a tor\u00adtured soul\u2013especially when he\/she finds their oth\u00ader half?<\/p>\n

Para\u00adnor\u00admal Romance is usu\u00adal\u00adly full of strong, dom\u00adi\u00adnant males that ignite our fires and make us swoon. Don\u2019t get me wrong, in real life if a vam\u00adpire came along and tried to tap my neck, I would prob\u00ada\u00adbly run screaming\u2013not even notic\u00ading if the vamp is a sex god or not. But, in my imag\u00adi\u00adna\u00adtion, the idea is sexy and com\u00adplete\u00adly acceptable.<\/p>\n

That is what I love most about a good Para\u00adnor\u00admal book. For that moment, when I am read\u00ading the story\u2013it all seems real, and com\u00adplete\u00adly \u2026right.<\/p>\n

In that moment, all men are built like Greek gods with per\u00adfect hair and super human strength. And the women are self assures and treat\u00aded like princess\u00ades by their man.<\/p>\n

Para\u00adnor\u00admal romance, for me, is escapism at its best. A door into a world where men are gods and orgasms are compulsory\u2013and excite\u00adment is a must!<\/p>\n

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When\u00c2 Princess Call\u00adindra of Tem\u00adpath, wakes up hog-tied and bruised in the bow\u00adels of hell, she real\u00adizes that her plan to escape her up-com\u00ading mar\u00adriage has gone hor\u00adri\u00adbly wrong. Her only hope of escape comes in the form of Brigg, cursed Rain Demon and bit\u00adter, human hat\u00ading bas\u00adtard. But beg\u00adgars can\u2019t be choosers.<\/strong><\/p>\n

When Brigg finds him\u00adself in pos\u00adses\u00adsion of a human and a horde of angry demons des\u00adper\u00adate to get her back, he flees. When he real\u00adizes that she is the daugh\u00adter of the witch that cursed him and his fam\u00adi\u00adly, he believes that he has final\u00adly got the oppor\u00adtu\u00adni\u00adty he has been hop\u00ading for. The only thing he must decide now is what is more impor\u00adtant to him, the rever\u00adsal of the curse, or revenge?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nei\u00adther one are pre\u00adpared for the flame that ignites between them. But will the spark be enough to break to the curse that holds them apart?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Excerpt<\/p>\n

Brigg walked back to the cas\u00adtle and opened the heavy wood\u00aden door. He was utter\u00adly shat\u00adtered. His mus\u00adcles burned from run\u00adning but his mind was still filled with Cal\u00adly. No mat\u00adter how hard or fast he had run, he couldn\u2019t clear her from his thoughts. He had wait\u00aded until he was sure she was asleep before he came back.<\/p>\n

What was he going to do tomor\u00adrow? Lust was so heavy in his body, it burned and urged him\u2013even when she was nowhere near.<\/p>\n

The moment his feet set down in the hall\u00adway, Brig\u00adgs atten\u00adtion was drawn to the library. A dull, but cozy light shone out from the gap around the door and Cally\u2019s scent hit him hard. She was still up? Cant a demon catch a break? \u00c2 His feet took him to the library door with no con\u00adscious thought oth\u00ader than\u2026<\/p>\n

Mine.<\/p>\n

His heart-rate picked up and throbbed in his ears. He grabbed the door han\u00addle and yanked the heavy dark oak back. Cal\u00adly sat in the mid\u00addle of the room on a large leather chair, on her lap sat a big, leather-bound book. Clear\u00adly star\u00adtled by his entrance, she jumped a little.<\/p>\n

\u201c<\/span>Brigg!\u201d Her eyes wide, she watched him as he stood in the door\u00adway. He was unable to move, struck dumb by the image she made sit\u00adting the chair, hold\u00ading the big book\u2013looking all sleepy and sweet. \u201cAre you ok?\u201d She frowned and then set the book aside. She dropped her ele\u00adgant legs to the floor and stood up. She was wear\u00ading his shirt, the one that he had loaned to her, but she no longer had the bag\u00adgy trousers on\u2013and Brigg couldn\u2019t look away from the creamy flesh\u00c2  on display.<\/p>\n

She had beau\u00adti\u00adful, shape\u00adly, fem\u00adi\u00adnine legs, and as she moved clos\u00ader, he could see that her skin was smooth. Fuck!<\/em> He want\u00aded to taste her. His head pound\u00aded and his chest drew tight. She was a vision, an image plucked right from his dreams. Many a time\u2013before the curse\u2013he had dreamed of such a beau\u00adty being his. She would look at him with a soft expres\u00adsion, just as Cal\u00adly did right now. And he would take her in all the ways he craved. But he was no longer that young Rain Demon, the young demon with smooth skin and a face as human as hers. He was a beast, an ugly mon\u00adster who didn\u2019t deserve the look of inter\u00adest Cal\u00adly was flash\u00ading right now. He let out a low growl. Cal\u00adly stopped mov\u00ading, her eyes flar\u00ading wide.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s it, human, be scared of the Beast.<\/p>\n

\u201c<\/span>What are you doing awake?\u201d The growl still sat in his voice when he spoke, and he wasn\u2019t sur\u00adprised to see Cal\u00adly swal\u00adlow visibly.<\/p>\n

\u201c<\/span>I\u2011I couldn\u2019t sleep.\u201d She took anoth\u00ader slow step in Brig\u00adgs direc\u00adtion, all the while she watched him as if he might run, or attack. Brigg stayed per\u00adfect\u00adly still, aware that the moment he allowed his body to move, it would go in her direc\u00adtion. Every\u00adthing inside him homed in on the Princess. The Beast, the Rain Demon\u2013it all focused on Cal\u00adly and her bare flesh and bright eyes. The clos\u00ader she got, the hard\u00ader his beast was to control.<\/p>\n

\u201c<\/span>Stop, Human.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

I love it! Thanks, Ker\u00adri\u00adanne. Don\u2019t for\u00adget to leave a com\u00adment to be entered to win a copy of Beau\u00adty and the Beast<\/a>.<\/strong><\/p>\n

You can find Ker\u00adri\u00adanne at her web\u00adsite<\/a>, and fol\u00adlow her on Twit\u00adter<\/a> like I do. \u00c2 <\/strong><\/p>\n\n

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