The best dishes in the world, the most
finger-licking, are often those that are slow cooked. Slow roasted ribs or slab
of prime beef. Simmering pasta sauce. Spicy chili on a slow fire to bring all
the spices together. Heat is administered slowly, gently, until at last, you
end up with a culinary masterpiece that wows your husband, wife, family and
My co-writer, Zee Monodee and I feel the
same applies to a book where heat is concerned. Heat is not just turned on to
full blast only to burn the pages briefly and leave nothing but a skeleton of
itself after it’s done. The chemistry is left to simmer between the characters
until it explodes, becoming the ultimate sensory experience. With the Eternelles
series, we decided that we weren’t going to write sex for the sake of sex. Yes,
we write hot, scorching scenes, and we had fun building the chemistry between
the characters—Adri and Des for Zee, and Sera and Rafe for me. In the
Eternelles series, you have a double whammy—not one couple but two, as well as
other love connections between minor characters throughout. We guarantee the
need for lots of fanning and perhaps the odd cold shower or two :).
What surprised us most as we were
writing this is how the interactions between my character, Rafe and Sera,
burned off the pages. The physical and psychic bond between Sera and Rafe
cannot be broken except through death, even though Sera doesn’t take this
situation very well. Just a small insight into the characters: Sera is the
daughter of the Adri-Sera duo, and relatively innocent compared to her mother,
who has often posed as a courtesan to survive and wield influence through the
ages. Adri, on the other hand, comes out as the consummate mother, and more concerned
with her daughter’s well-being than giving in to her attraction to Des. When
this finally happens, it’s a very emotional moment that evokes tenderness more
than raw passion. As this series progresses, we will be having so much fun
stoking the heat… :).
Let’s see how the main characters deal
with their attraction at the start of “Inescapable”…
two-thousand-nine-hundred-year-old immortal, cannot suffer fools gladly. She’s
not the “sweet” type but more a no-nonsense chick who has had to fend for herself
for, well, forever. The first time she meets Des, a mysterious, alluring
stranger who is more beautiful and tempting than the Devil, she doesn’t know
what to make of him yet her body’s reaction is telltale…
“I hope you’ve eaten before coming here,” Des said
in a whisper against her ear.
His warm breath feathered through her loose hair to
tickle the nape of her bare neck like a delicious caress. Et merde, encore—of all the times to feel sexual need. The energy
pulsing off the crowd was driving her batty, pushing her buttons and sending
her in a state of quasi-permanent arousal.
Come on, Adri. She could hold a normal conversation, couldn’t she?
“Why...why do you ask that?”
He started to lead her toward a table in the front
row. Thankfully, he idled to the side and she found herself staring at the
place card with her name artfully scrolled on it. Something told her to risk a
glance to the right, and her heart sank when she read the name Desmond Roxburgh
on the card. So he was her dinner companion. She’d bet Susan had manipulated
that outcome. Her friend would have some explaining to do when Adri cornered
her. She hated it when acquaintances tried to play matchmaker.
“Look at the plates coming in,” Des murmured in her
She glanced around to see waiters marching around in
a well-orchestrated ballet.
“Barely enough food for a kitten,” he continued.
“You’d think that at eleven hundred dollars a seat, they’d give people some
decent food. But no, all five courses will be as artfully skimpy as the one
just placed before us.”
She couldn’t help but quell a little smile at the
dejection in his tone. She, for one, loved her substantial portions of food.
And please, none of that super-size-me fast food crap her daughter adored, or
the innovative nouvelle cuisine that
looked like doll’s food.
“So why did you come, then?” she found herself
He eyed her for long seconds, during which she
squirmed and resisted the urge to lower her head so she’d escape the intent
“It was high time we met.”
there’s Sera, Adri’s daughter and a woman of unknown origins, who has a huge
issue when her vampyre maker, the dark and dangerous Rafe, tries to get too
familiar with her…mainly because she doesn’t hate it as much as she’d like to.
She stared at him, steeling herself against his
intense gaze. He was looking at her in that
way. The one that told her she was his, that he wanted her, and that what
he wanted, he took. She swallowed again, this time to calm her racing pulse.
Oh no, don’t do
this to me.
“You will cooperate. Mia cara, you have no choice in this. I’ll make sure you come to no
harm,” he said, as if that would reassure her.
What his words did, though, in particular the
unwanted endearment, was send her temper flying to the tropics. That was good,
because with anger came courage. Something that was second nature to her
mother, but not so much to her.
And the man needed someone to put him in his
“Is that so?” she said, lifting an eyebrow and
enjoying the jolt of energy her whirling emotions gave her. “I think you need
to learn how to speak to a woman if you want to charm her into obeying you. When did you go to school,
the Middle Ages?”
Come to think of it, he might be that old.
His lips curved on one side in a shadow of a smile.
“If I touched you right now, you’d melt in my arms and beg me to take you.”
Her face burned with embarrassment. She chanced a
surreptitious glance at the others in the room. They stared at her, but didn’t
seem concerned with this conversation.
“That’s not true.” Her voice trembled a little.
“You know it is.”
She took refuge in her resentment. Conceited prick. “I know nothing of the
sort. In fact, I hardly know much about you, except that you take pleasure in
ruining people’s lives.” And that you make
my blood boil, not just with rage, but in other ways....
what about you? How do you like your heat in a book? Slow and simmering leading
to explosive/tender or simply the more the better?
immortal born from an unlikely alliance...
Beautiful mythic Greek heiress Adrasteia 'Adri'
Dionysios has roamed the world for millennia, taking her pleasure where she
wanted. Until one night, when Fate drops a baby wrapped in fire into her arms.
Motherhood is a formidable challenge, but so is figuring out the identity of a
mystery man who makes her pulse race.
Seraphine 'Sera' Dionysios' origins are shrouded in
mystery. Torn between a mother whose blood saved her life, and a man who now
possesses her soul, the only thing Sera can still cling to is her heart.
rule matters above all others: Always protect the portal…
When Evil comes to Adri and Sera’s hometown of
Shadow Bridge, a place where the mortal human world ends and the supernatural
realm starts, it’s up to them to stop a prophecy as old as time itself...or die
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“You won’t regret reading this series; you’ll
regret missing it!”—Rebecca Royce, bestselling author of The Westervelt
“OMG … beautifully wrapped and weaved into a
“I have no problem giving it 5 full stars. The
writing is great, the story is great, the characters are believable. ”
smitten wife, in-over-her-head mum to a tween boy, best-buddy stepmum to a
teenage lad, bookaholic, incompetent housewife desperate to channel Bree van de
Kamp & Nigella Lawson (and failing miserably!)... Zee hails from the
multicultural, rainbow-nation island of Mauritius, in the southern Indian
Ocean. Shamelessly addicted to Supernatural, Glee, and Gossip Girl, she did put
her brain to good use by getting a degree in Communications Science. Romance
remains her big love, though, and she likes nothing more than writing strong,
out more about Zee and her work at http://zeemonodee.blogspot.com.
her on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/zee.monodee.
velvet and black lace. Light and darkness. A world of contrasts exists in
Natalie’s stories because every rose has its thorn. Her favorite stories to
write are romances with a dark edge featuring brooding heroes, strong heroines,
and a good dash of fantasy. Married, with one son, she now calls the beautiful
island of Malta home after eleven good years in Atlanta, GA. When she’s not
working or writing—or muttering to myself about it like a batty old maid—she
enjoys spending time with family and friends (both online and offline),
reading, cooking, watching a good movie, taking trips, and ogling shoe store
out more about Natalie and her work at http://www.nataliegowens.com.
her on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=563297082