Promo/Excerpt, King of Cats (Pink Petal Books)
King of Cats
By Jessica Quinn
http://www.pinkpetalbooks.com/bookstore/product_info.php?products_id=941
Pink Petal Books
Genre: erotic paranormal romance (feline shifter)
BLURB:
Melody Young is fighting a losing battle to keep her no-kill animal shelter open in the face of opposition from casino developer Stephen Merritt. But her life changes when she rescues a cat that is more than it seems, and meets Ty Felix, who will prove to be both the helping hand she needs in her fight and the lover of which she’s always dreamed.
EXCERPT:
She caught his hands in hers when he reached for her again, forcing him to stop for a moment. “We need to call the cops.” Damn it. I tell him to stop, then kiss him. I need to quit with the mixed signals.
He arched a brow. “Won’t the police showing up just chase Merritt away?” he asked.
He was right, of course, and she bit her lips, trying to think of what to do next. He eased his hands gently out of her grasp.
“There’s just one thing we’re going to need,” he said as he began unbuttoning her blouse, a wicked grin on his lips.
“And what’s that?”
“A camcorder.”
She arched a brow. “A camcorder?”
“To film Merritt’s meeting with the person who broke into your shelter,” Ty explained, easing her pants off.
Well, hell. At least everyone’s gone, and the doors are all locked. She reached down to wrap her fingers around his shaft, eager to have him inside her again. No one’s going to be walking in on us. And I want him as bad as he wants me, no matter how much I try to keep my business and personal lives separate. Good thing I didn’t take myself off the Pill when I broke up with Jason! Melody thought. The last thing I need is a baby, shape-changing or not—or worse, to give birth to a litter of kittens!
He rose again, sitting back on his heels, and ran one hand down her body, from her shoulder all the way down to her thighs. Then he leaned forward, kissing the slopes of her breasts, his fingers tracing gentle, random patterns on her stomach. Melody shivered, taking a deep breath, and slid her hands up his arms, feeling the muscles rippling under his smooth, sleek skin. She admired the clean sweep of his limbs, the gleaming silk of his dark golden hair, and the liquid flex of his muscles as he towered over her. His cock beckoned her, and he bent again, his lips covering one of her stiff nipples. She gasped, feeling his hot, wet tongue teasing and flicking the stiff crest, and one of his hands slipped down her body, questing at the soft fleece at the mouth of her pussy. She shuddered, and one of his fingers slid into her moist cavern. A gasp was torn from her and her hips lifted to meet the delicious invasion; his thumb began to tease her clitoris, worrying it back and forth gently. She bucked against his fingers, moaning, and Ty smiled, then withdrew his dripping finger and descended, sliding into her with one languid movement. She wrapped her arms around him as he began to move, pulling nearly all the way out, then sinking into her again. She tossed her head back and forth, as if to reject the rapture that was swiftly rising in her again, but it could not be denied. As his head dipped again, his mouth drawing in one of her nipples, she cried out, ecstasy rocketing through her.
More reviews!
These are amazing! Whitney at Fallen Angel Reviews raves over King of Cats:
http://www.fallenangelreviews.com/2008/October/Whitney-KingOfCats.htm
Woohoo!
This one is from The Romance Studio!
http://theromancestudio.com/reviews/reviews/kingcatsquinn.htm
Keep ‘em coming!
Contest winner!
I’m sure you’ve all been waiting to hear who the winner of the Gift Basket Contest is. I had a lot of entries, which was very flattering, considering this is my first book. At midnight on November 1st, I drew one winner from the entries I had received. The email the winner had sent me had not contained a name or snail mail address to send the basket to, so I sent her an email asking for that information so I could send her the prize.
Since I have not received an answer from the winner in the five days since then, I decided it would be best to draw another name. And so, the winner of the contest is (drum roll please!):
Tami Cullen!
Tami, I have your address, and the basket will be heading out to you this weekend. I hope you’ll drop me a line to let me know when you get it, and I hope you enjoy it!
Thanks to all the wonderful people who took part in the contest. I will be having another one soon. Until then, sweet—and spicy—dreams!
Reviews!
My first two reviews!
The first one, short but sweet:
http://www.reviewyourbook.com/review.cfm?reviewid=1150&k=1
The second one, longer and even better:
http://manicreaders.com/index.cfm?disp=reviews&bookid=2270
I feel like quoting Sally Fields. “You like me! You really, really like me!”
Excerpt/Contest/Promo - King of Cats, by Jessica Quinn (Pink Petal Books)
King of Cats
By Jessica Quinn
Release Date: October 2, 2008
http://www.pinkpetalbooks.com/bookstore/product_info.php?products_id=941
Pink Petal Books
Genre: erotic paranormal romance (feline shifter)
I’m having a contest! The prize is an Autumn Delight gift basket. This basket contains Sugared Pear shower gel, exfoliating body scrub, hydrating foot cream, hand lotion, a pedicure set, a pumice stone/foot brush, body butter, a scented candle, shimmer lipgloss, moisturizing lip balm, and a 2-pack lipgloss/lip-balm set, all in a cute little basket.
To enter the contest, send an email to me at FairyTalesQuinn@yahoo.com, with the answer to the following question:
What does Melody do for a living?
Furthermore, over at Pink Petal Books, everyone who makes a purchase of King of Cats will get extra credit to win. Customers can input the code DELIGHT10 to receive a 5% discount at Pink Petal Books on the book. Just check out the book here:
BUY LINK: http://www.pinkpetalbooks.com/bookstore/product_info.php?products_id=941
BLURB:
Melody Young is fighting a losing battle to keep her no-kill animal shelter open in the face of opposition from casino developer Stephen Merritt. But her life changes when she rescues a cat that is more than it seems, and meets Ty Felix, who will prove to be both the helping hand she needs in her fight and the lover of which she’s always dreamed.
NEW EXCERPT:
“You surprised me when you came out of my office,” she told him, grabbing the broom to sweep up the inevitable little crumbs of kibble that the cats left on the floor.
“Sorry,” he said. “I wasn’t sure that the man wandering all over your shelter wasn’t going to come into your office, too. I decided it made more sense to pretend like I belonged here in the first place.” He set aside the scoop he’d been using lowered the snap-on lid of the plastic container.
“That’s all right, I think fast.” She admired the rolling sweep of muscles in his arms and shoulders under the thin green cotton t-shirt she’d gotten him. Broad shoulders, tapering waist and the way the jeans she’d picked out hugged his ass and muscular thighs brought all the heat of their first touch a few hours ago roaring back to the surface. Her pussy tingled, and she could feel herself getting wet at the very sight of him; he turned, slowly, and she could see his nostrils flare to catch the enticing scent. A low, hungry growl rose from the pit of his throat and she shivered as he came forward, carefully taking the broom from her hands and leaning it against the wall before drawing her into his arms.
“You know that all I’ve wanted to do from the moment I first saw you is take you in my arms and make you moan, right?” he purred, his voice low and sensuous. A ripple of need surged through her, tightening her nipples into tiny pebbles; every nerve in her body ached for him, shivering where his fingers rested on her hips by the waistband of her slacks.
“What, even in the middle of the road with your leg hurting?” she quipped weakly, trying not to get carried away. Not at work! Not where anyone—including an underage volunteer, who would certainly talk about it to her parents—can walk in and find us. Dammit, I’m better than this. I can control myself! I’m not some blushing virgin.
“Even then,” he whispered, leaning forward to kiss her. His teeth closed gently over her bottom lip, tugging on it a little before releasing it to nip lightly at her tongue. She moaned, and he bent lower, his tongue tracing a scorching path from the base of her jaw down to the hollow pit at the center of her throat. He reached down with one hand to slide the hem of her blouse out of her slacks, lifting it up and slipping one hand underneath the pale fabric. He brushed a thumb over the crest of her left nipple, stiffened to a tiny peak under her lace bra, and she squeezed her eyes shut, a groan torn from her. His erection stretched the crotch of the new jeans he wore, pressing painfully against the denim, the bulge grinding against her hips. One of the cats trilled softly from a few feet away and she grimaced, opening her eyes to glance down at the little animal’s curious gaze. There was nothing in all the world she wanted more than to lock the door and just give in, but she knew better.
Busy!
Took some time yesterday to distribute bookmarks for King of Cats. I also picked up the things I need for a contest, which I’ll be announcing soon.
Last night was busy! I wrote an article for the Pink Petal Books blog about how I got the idea to do King of Cats, then wrote an article on the history of Puss in Boots for their newsletter. I finished up with doing some edits on a friend’s manuscript.
Today? Today I’m going to try to finish up Chapter Nine of my next work in progress, which is titled Red. Like King of Cats, it’s a modern take on a fairy tale. King of Cats dealt with Puss in Boots. Red is a reworking of the story of Little Red Riding Hood. I’m writing it in tandem with author Mary Winter, and I think it’s coming along great!
An excerpt from King of Cats
“You surprised me when you came out of my office,” she told him, grabbing the broom to sweep up the inevitable little crumbs of kibble that the cats left on the floor.
“Sorry,” he said. “I wasn’t sure that the man wandering all over your shelter wasn’t going to come into your office, too. I decided it made more sense to pretend like I belonged here in the first place.” He set aside the scoop he’d been using lowered the snap-on lid of the plastic container.
“That’s all right, I think fast.” She admired the rolling sweep of muscles in his arms and shoulders under the thin green cotton t-shirt she’d gotten him. Broad shoulders, tapering waist and the way the jeans she’d picked out hugged his ass and muscular thighs brought all the heat of their first touch a few hours ago roaring back to the surface. Her pussy tingled, and she could feel herself getting wet at the very sight of him; he turned, slowly, and she could see his nostrils flare to catch the enticing scent. A low, hungry growl rose from the pit of his throat and she shivered as he came forward, carefully taking the broom from her hands and leaning it against the wall before drawing her into his arms.
“You know that all I’ve wanted to do from the moment I first saw you is take you in my arms and make you moan, right?” he purred, his voice low and sensuous. A ripple of need surged through her, tightening her nipples into tiny pebbles; every nerve in her body ached for him, shivering where his fingers rested on her hips by the waistband of her slacks.
“What, even in the middle of the road with your leg hurting?” she quipped weakly, trying not to get carried away. Not at work! Not where anyone—including an underage volunteer, who would certainly talk about it to her parents—can walk in and find us. Dammit, I’m better than this. I can control myself! I’m not some blushing virgin.
“Even then,” he whispered, leaning forward to kiss her. His teeth closed gently over her bottom lip, tugging on it a little before releasing it to nip lightly at her tongue. She moaned, and he bent lower, his tongue tracing a scorching path from the base of her jaw down to the hollow pit at the center of her throat. He reached down with one hand to slide the hem of her blouse out of her slacks, lifting it up and slipping one hand underneath the pale fabric. He brushed a thumb over the crest of her left nipple, stiffened to a tiny peak under her lace bra, and she squeezed her eyes shut, a groan torn from her. His erection stretched the crotch of the new jeans he wore, pressing painfully against the denim, the bulge grinding against her hips. One of the cats trilled softly from a few feet away and she grimaced, opening her eyes to glance down at the little animal’s curious gaze. There was nothing in all the world she wanted more than to lock the door and just give in, but she knew better.
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I’m available on Amazon.com:
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King of Cats can be purchased here:
http://www.pinkpetalbooks.com/bookstore/product_info.php?products_id=941
