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Title: DEAD Hot
Author: Lizzie T. Leaf
Publisher: Musa Publishing
Series: Dead, #5
Release Date: October 2012
Genre: Erotic, Paranormal, Romance
Length: 101 pages
Source: I.O. Book Tours
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Sharla Gomez’s dream encounter with the man she’s lusted over for months turned into rain-soaked nightmare. Her hopes of love and passion have gone to the dogs. Being a shifter is hell, especially when you’re a Pug/Chihuahua mix, or as some call the breed, a Chug. Even dogs don’t want to be told they’re so ugly they’re cute?
Dorsey Smith wants to get to know the exotic number-cruncher in charge of the strip club’s books. Just his luck she disappeared before he could ask her out for coffee. Instead of taking home the woman he lusts for, he takes home the small, drenched dog shivering in the rain. When he discovers the animal missing the next morning and he senses magic in the air. Has his safe haven been discovered and will his secrets be revealed?
Can two people with deep secrets discover the truth about each other and still find love. Or will the secrets and the evil lurking drive them apart?
Damn, he’s hot!
Sharla Gomez clamped her lips tighter to stop the drool pooling in her
mouth from running down her chin as Dorsey Smith lowered the case of
beer off his shoulder. The sweat drenched T-shirt clung across his back, and
the muscles under it rippled. She clenched her thighs together. In her dreams
of the hunk, nothing obscured the bare skin of this chocolaty delight and she
could lick every inch.
“Oh, Dorsey, I need a refill.” One of the model-type chicks clustered
around the other end of the bar waved her glass and blew a wet kiss from
her injected lips.
Dumb bitch thinks she looks sexy, but that puffed up mouth makes her look more
like she kissed an offended beehive. Sharla swallowed hard to force back the bile.
Hell yes, I’m jealous! What wouldn’t I give to be one of the beauties that muscular
bartender rushes to accommodate?
Instead, she had been blessed by the gods with her Mexican grandmother’s
love of enchiladas, which also led to inheriting Grandma Gomez’s ass. From her
German grandmother, Sharla got her large boobs that helped balance her ass.
Those genetics also passed along her big blue eyes, but thanks to Oma Chen
being an open-minded kind of gal who married a Chinese man, they slanted.
Yep, life had been one big joyful event of teasing when she was a kid.
The combination of mixed genetics led to dreams of finding a male who
appreciated unique, if not downright weird.
Weird is exactly where I fall when I start trying to explain I’m a shifter. Any
normal guy runs like hell.
The only guys she’d come across outside her community who would
appreciate the shifting detail were the really kinky ones. And kinky didn’t
appeal to her.
But the guys back home didn’t appreciate her either. Most seem to think
the teasing that had followed her through her school years needed to continue.
That was the top reason she’d decided to try a big city once she had her
accounting certification in hand.
the women. The sigh that escaped held all the longing she tried not to show.
“Girl, if the lust on your face could be bottled I’d make us both wealthy.”
Dovey slid onto the barstool beside Sharla, her gaze glued to the other end
of the bar. “He is a yummy delight. If he were a chocolate milkshake, I could
slurp him up in nothing fast.”
“For being the club’s owner, you’re a dirty old woman. Comments like that
can get you slapped with sexual harassment if the wrong person overhears.”
Dovey grinned and shrugged.
“What about your husband?”
Both women continued to gaze at the man under discussion.
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Dovey directed her attention to
Sharla. “So, you have some papers you want to bore me with?”
Pulling her eyes away from the view that gave her hot flashes, Sharla
focused on her client. “I have your quarterly report ready for review and
signature. It needs to go out this week. You want to keep the IRS happy.” She
didn’t hide her grin at the face Dovey made. The vampire, whose club offered
a safe haven for the unusual and those who wished they were, had great people
skills, but her gift for numbers was pretty much non-existent.
“Yeah, I hear you. Can you hang around for another hour or come back
later? I have to go relieve BJ on babysitting duty. Her darling husband is dragging
her away to play vampire queen at some function.”
“Sure.” Sharla didn’t mind sitting
here and waiting. The view was wonderful.
Of course, by the time she got home tonight she’d be in a major state
of horny. She pulled her gaze away from Dorsey once more and focused on
Dovey. “You look exhausted. Both you and BJ’s schedules get crazier and you
really need to take my advice and get a nanny.”
“Right. I’ll just snap my fingers and a qualified applicant will appear. Come
on, Shar, you know how tough it is to find a nanny if you’re mortal and your
kids are normal. Try coming up with one for a pair where one floats around
the room and another disappears at will. I’ve considered a human nanny, but
my children would have them running out the door, screaming into the night.
As for immortals, they’re only interested in getting close to the friends of
the vampire king, not playing nursemaid.” Dovey leaned closer. “Would you
consider a sleepover so Aaron and I can get away for a weekend?”
Sharla managed to close her dropped jaw before yelling, “Are you frigging
nuts? Remember what happened when I stayed with your little darlings
for a few hours?”
What Dovey probably meant to be a laugh came out as more of a snort.
“How could I forget? They intimidated you to the point you shifted. I have
to admit you really are a cute Chug. Who knew a Pug and Chihuahua could
produce such an adorable offspring?”
“Right. You know my shifter control goes out the window when I’m
stressed. Look what happened to me with all the screaming and demands for
attention from your little monsters, not to mention their flo
ating and disappearing
acts. No way in hell will you get me to babysit again. My ears and tail
are still sore from all the pulling they received.”
“Oh well, I thought asking was worth a try. Catch you later. Need to run
or I’ll have Daniel in here bitching at me for delaying their departure.” Dovey
slid off the stool and headed for the stairs that would lead to her children.
Sharla thanked her lucky stars for the day she’d walked into this club. She
had been overwhelmed with all the action that happened day and night in the
big city. Her hometown — Taos, New Mexico — didn’t have nonstop activity
and the people were friendly to strangers. In New York, even the individuals
on the streets appeared to be in a world of their own.
The lack of interaction had left Sharla lonely and depressed. That had
led her to weekends filled with wandering just to get outside her small studio
apartment. Her aimless exploration of the city had led her into a new neighborhood,
and thirst had driven her through the doors of the club. Once look
around and she’d discovered a home away from home.
The deal had been sealed when Dovey come over and greeted her. The
blonde with the spiky hair had extracted Sharla’s full story in less than ten
minutes and offered her a job. She said she’d been thinking about hiring a CPA
to manage the club’s books. BJ, the woman who helped with the bookkeeping,
also did double duty in helping with the kids, and the commitments in her
personal life were making keeping up with both jobs tough.
The part-time offer turned into more business when Dovey’s brother asked
her to manage his estate. Sharla gasped when he told her the dollar amount.
Between the two, she’d been able to quit her position in a firm where she
didn’t fit in and start her own business.
“Hey, beautiful. Want another drink?”
Sharla glanced at the hand covering hers. Chills ran down her spine, and
she looked into Dorsey’s eyes — eyes that always fascinated her. Dorsey’s
eyes changed from gray-green to varying shades of green, but the thing that
spooked Sharla was the reddish tinge in the whites that appeared sometimes.
“Why not? I’m going to be here for a while it seems.”
“Good. At least I’ll have sane company at one end of the bar.” Dorsey
flashed a smile as he moved off to make her mojito.
As he muddled the mint and poured the rest of the ingredients into a
shaker, she wondered what he really was all about. At their first meeting she’d
detected that he was a shifter, but when he’d touched her hand the next time
she came into the bar, the chills that surged through her didn’t agree.
He set the drink in front of her and leaned over to say something when a
summons came from the other end of the bar. “Dorsey, I need a refill.”
His smile said sorry, but Sharla figured he had good manners and only
nodded. The reality was that he was heading back to greener pastures and
the kind of females who probably warmed his bed, not some odd looking,
She consumed more than her usual alcohol limit as she waited. After a
quick glance at her watch, she groaned. Damn, Dovey said a couple of hours, but
it’s almost closing time.
“Hey, gal.” As if reading her mind, Dovey appeared at Sharla’s side. “Can
we go through the report thing in the morning? BJ got detained and my darling
husband still isn’t home.”
“Sure.” Sharla wasn’t sure she’d be able to see the numbers, let alone
explain them. Tomorrow worked great.
“Thanks. Breakfast is on me.”
God, I hope that doesn’t mean she’s cooking. Love the woman, but she can’t cook
“Gotta go before one of my little darlings wakes up.”
Dovey zipped back up the stairs, and Sharla decided it was time for her
to call it a night too. She pushed the half-finished drink away and laid a tip on
the bar. No need to say good night to Dorsey. He was so engrossed with the
beauties he wouldn’t hear her. Why did she torture herself by coming in here
most nights to watch him flirt with the beautiful women?
On her way out, her tipsy weave caused her to bump into Rat. The club
manager was rushing around in his usual harried manner, but reached out a
hand to steady her. She wasn’t sure if he was one of the mortals that Dovey
employed or if he fell into the immortal category.
“Looks like someone had a few too many tonight.” Rat flashed his big
toothed grin and released Sharla’s arm. “Are you going to be able to make it
Sharla struggled not to teeter again. Maybe if she lightened the load it
would help. “Hey, will you stick my briefcase in Dovey’s office? We have a
meeting in the morning and I don’t want to lug it home and back again.”
“Sure.” The little man took the case and scurried toward the back of the
Wait, my keys. She started to go after Rat. Wait. I have the hidden key so
She stepped outside onto the littered street and pulled her blazer tighter.
Crap, cold rain. Too bad taxis avoid this neighborhood late at night.
Maybe if she waited a little the downpour would stop, but she needed
to get up early and it was already past midnight. Of all the days not to put in
her umbrella when she switched tote bags. With her out-of-control shifting,
she usually didn’t carry a bag with her most days. She didn’t bother to take
identification or credit cards unless there was a specific need. But for business
meetings, she had to carry a bag for the client’s paperwork.
The weather had been unpredictable the past few days, and the storms
chilled down the air when they rolled through. Not only would she be soaking
wet when she got home, but chilled to the bone.
What to do? What to do?
For such a smart woman, there were times when she could be awfully
wishy-washy, and that part of her trait led to stress…like now.
And stress leads to lack of control. Like now!
Award winning author, Lizzie T. Leaf started life in Kansas, continued her growing in North Carolina, and currently shivers through the winters in Colorado. She has numerous e-books in varying lengths and her first print book, Struck by Lightning, won dual 2007 Beacon awards, in addition to being a finalist in two other contests.
In addition, Making Christmas, a Christmas Historical novella set during the Civil War won Love Romances Café Best Historical for 2011 and is a finalist in the Aspen Gold for Best Novella.
Beyond Magic, the first book in the Magical Love series won the 2012 Award of Excellence Best Paranormal/Fantasy/Sy-Fi, and is a finalist for Best Paranormal in the Aspen Gold. Winners are announced in mid to late October.
Since discovering the fun of writing paranormal, she plays with creating vampires, faeries and other immortals. Her current focus is the DEAD series. Musa Publishing has re-released the first four novellas in the series and DEAD Hot, a new novella, is scheduled to release in October. Emerging Magic, the second novel in the Magical Love series will also release in late October or early November with Passion in Print Press.
When not creating mischief for paranormal beings, she can be found exploring the other genres she wants to write. She also serves as the 2012 President for the Heart of Denver Romance Writers.
Lizzie loves to read, spend time with her family and travel with her best friend husband during her free time, on which most of friends ask…“what free time?”
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