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<p>Carolyn Rosewood: /* On the Web */</p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:The Last Soul-Seduced By A Demon Book 1}}<br /> <br /> [[Category:Erotic Romance]] <br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Last Soul''' is an ''Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense novella'' by [[Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:TLS_MD.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Hunted by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> '''Faina has been dead for one hundred and fifty years, but she’s about to become human again. All she has to do is seduce Jace Blackmon, the most honest financier ever to grace the city of angels, into signing away his soul.<br /> <br /> '''Jace Blackmon has fallen in love with his fantasy woman. But when he realizes she was tricked by a demon to bring about his ruin, including the revelation of a long-buried secret to the media, he must choose between his heart or life without her.'''<br /> <br /> '''Excerpt:<br /> <br /> Faina donned a Betsey Johnson flowered dress and wedge sandals, then materialized a few blocks from where Jace worked.<br /> <br /> It felt so good to be outdoors. The warm air was soothing, the traffic noises and bustling crowds reminding her of New York City. Faina didn’t often get nostalgic for her human life, but today she did. If she succeeded in this mission, she’d be human again. Warm weather, noisy crowds and city life would be her reality, not simply the realm in which she was allowed to work.<br /> <br /> Unless Mastema had tricked her. No. She wouldn’t think about that now. She had a job to do. She took her time, peering in shop windows and trying to look like just another California trust fund babe out for a stroll on a bright summer day. The fact nearly every man pounding the pavement tripped over his own two feet as she strolled past wasn’t lost on her. She didn’t have the baby face, long blonde curls, and legs up to there for nothing.<br /> <br /> She avoided eye contact. It was enough to leave them with her scent, they’d have trouble getting it out of their head for weeks, but to look them in the eyes would be downright cruel. Even when she’d been alive all she’d had to do was turn her baby blues in a man’s direction and he followed her around like a dog in heat. She’d made more money for Madame Lily during her first six months than most of her girls made over the course of two years.<br /> <br /> As she made her way to the entrance of the 770 Wilshire Building, she caught a whiff of burned toast. She ducked into the nearest shop and pressed her nose to the plate glass window, scanning the crowd for a familiar face. She’d only seen Mastema appear once in human form. He’d looked ridiculous dressed in a long coat and cowboy hat on the streets of Aurora Nebraska, population four thousand two hundred and twenty-five as of last year. His bad-boy Western get-up would have been more appropriate for Arizona in the late nineteenth century.<br /> <br /> Either Mastema hadn’t been the demon she smelled or he’d already evaporated. The sidewalks were filled with six foot blondes and men who looked like they walked off the cover of GQ. Not a weird outfit or menacing swagger in sight.<br /> <br /> “Help you, Miss? You need mani and pedi today? We have new summer colors look perfect on you.”<br /> <br /> Faina whirled around to face the ancient Vietnamese woman. She’d ducked into a nail salon. Her senses had been so focused on the burnt toast smell and Mastema’s human form she hadn’t noticed the acrid smell of nail polish.<br /> <br /> “No, not today. I’m sorry. I’ve got to go.”<br /> <br /> Faina opened the door and strode to the parking garage entrance of the building. On the way a clock struck five. The smell of burnt toast wafted from a nearby taco stand. Had that been what she smelled? Tacos? She was jumping at shadows. That wasn’t like her.<br /> She made her way to Jace’s sports car by visualizing it. As the flood of workers poured into the garage, she hoped Jace would stay calm when he saw her. She was taking a risk as there would be plenty of witnesses if he wigged out.<br /> <br /> He was busy scrolling through messages on his phone as he sauntered to his car, and didn’t see her until she stepped in front of him as he was about to open the door.<br /> “Oh Jesus. Holy fu—” His warm brown eyes opened wide and he visibly swallowed. “How did you... you’re real. Holy shit.”<br /> <br /> “Get in your car, Jace. People are staring. One of them looks like he’s going to take a picture with his cell.”<br /> <br /> The lie snapped him out of his trance. He unlocked the doors and she slid into the passenger seat. “Start the car but don’t move yet.”<br /> <br /> He stared straight ahead as the engine roared to life. Beads of sweat pooled at his hairline. She could hear his heart pounding. When she reached up to wipe his forehead he moaned. “It’s all right, Jace. Just try to relax.”<br /> <br /> “I don’t understand.” His voice shook.<br /> <br /> “You don’t need to. Wait until the garage clears out a bit. Then we’ll leave.”<br /> “I... I have a dinner date. A family friend. I have to go. I don’t want to but… I… I should.”<br /> <br /> “Do you want me to leave?”<br /> <br /> He looked into her eyes with the most desperate longing she’d ever seen on a human face. A flash of apprehension shivered down her spine, unbalancing her. She was going to hurt him. Badly. He’d lose everything. His home, the Foundation, his dinner date, maybe even this fancy sports car. And some kid wouldn’t have a place to sleep on a cold, winter night, or a youth group to keep him off the streets.<br /> <br /> The men she brought to Mastema were bad-to-the-bone to begin with. They just needed a little help to push them in the right direction. The inevitable direction, as he liked to call it. But Jace Blackmon was a good guy.<br /> <br /> Then why does Apollyon want him? But what if he didn’t want Jace? What if Jahi was right and Mastema had forged the contract?<br /> <br /> “Faina.” His whisper pulled her back to the present. Until she had proof to the contrary, it was Jace’s soul or her eternal torment as one of Mastema’s sex slaves. This was self-preservation. Nothing more.<br /> <br /> She looked into his eyes and smiled “Yes, Jace?”<br /> <br /> “Please don’t leave, Faina.”</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=The_Last_Soul-Seduced_By_A_Demon_Book_1&diff=117694 2011-11-12T22:25:11Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: </p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:The Last Soul-Seduced By A Demon Book 1}}<br /> <br /> [[Category:Erotic Romance]] <br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Last Soul''' is an ''Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense novella'' by [[Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:TLS_MD.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Hunted by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> '''Faina has been dead for one hundred and fifty years, but she’s about to become human again. All she has to do is seduce Jace Blackmon, the most honest financier ever to grace the city of angels, into signing away his soul.<br /> <br /> '''Jace Blackmon has fallen in love with his fantasy woman. But when he realizes she was tricked by a demon to bring about his ruin, including the revelation of a long-buried secret to the media, he must choose between his heart or life without her.'''<br /> <br /> '''Excerpt:<br /> <br /> Faina donned a Betsey Johnson flowered dress and wedge sandals, then materialized a few blocks from where Jace worked.<br /> <br /> It felt so good to be outdoors. The warm air was soothing, the traffic noises and bustling crowds reminding her of New York City. Faina didn’t often get nostalgic for her human life, but today she did. If she succeeded in this mission, she’d be human again. Warm weather, noisy crowds and city life would be her reality, not simply the realm in which she was allowed to work.<br /> <br /> Unless Mastema had tricked her. No. She wouldn’t think about that now. She had a job to do. She took her time, peering in shop windows and trying to look like just another California trust fund babe out for a stroll on a bright summer day. The fact nearly every man pounding the pavement tripped over his own two feet as she strolled past wasn’t lost on her. She didn’t have the baby face, long blonde curls, and legs up to there for nothing.<br /> <br /> She avoided eye contact. It was enough to leave them with her scent, they’d have trouble getting it out of their head for weeks, but to look them in the eyes would be downright cruel. Even when she’d been alive all she’d had to do was turn her baby blues in a man’s direction and he followed her around like a dog in heat. She’d made more money for Madame Lily during her first six months than most of her girls made over the course of two years.<br /> <br /> As she made her way to the entrance of the 770 Wilshire Building, she caught a whiff of burned toast. She ducked into the nearest shop and pressed her nose to the plate glass window, scanning the crowd for a familiar face. She’d only seen Mastema appear once in human form. He’d looked ridiculous dressed in a long coat and cowboy hat on the streets of Aurora Nebraska, population four thousand two hundred and twenty-five as of last year. His bad-boy Western get-up would have been more appropriate for Arizona in the late nineteenth century.<br /> <br /> Either Mastema hadn’t been the demon she smelled or he’d already evaporated. The sidewalks were filled with six foot blondes and men who looked like they walked off the cover of GQ. Not a weird outfit or menacing swagger in sight.<br /> <br /> “Help you, Miss? You need mani and pedi today? We have new summer colors look perfect on you.”<br /> <br /> Faina whirled around to face the ancient Vietnamese woman. She’d ducked into a nail salon. Her senses had been so focused on the burnt toast smell and Mastema’s human form she hadn’t noticed the acrid smell of nail polish.<br /> <br /> “No, not today. I’m sorry. I’ve got to go.”<br /> <br /> Faina opened the door and strode to the parking garage entrance of the building. On the way a clock struck five. The smell of burnt toast wafted from a nearby taco stand. Had that been what she smelled? Tacos? She was jumping at shadows. That wasn’t like her.<br /> She made her way to Jace’s sports car by visualizing it. As the flood of workers poured into the garage, she hoped Jace would stay calm when he saw her. She was taking a risk as there would be plenty of witnesses if he wigged out.<br /> <br /> He was busy scrolling through messages on his phone as he sauntered to his car, and didn’t see her until she stepped in front of him as he was about to open the door.<br /> “Oh Jesus. Holy fu—” His warm brown eyes opened wide and he visibly swallowed. “How did you... you’re real. Holy shit.”<br /> <br /> “Get in your car, Jace. People are staring. One of them looks like he’s going to take a picture with his cell.”<br /> <br /> The lie snapped him out of his trance. He unlocked the doors and she slid into the passenger seat. “Start the car but don’t move yet.”<br /> <br /> He stared straight ahead as the engine roared to life. Beads of sweat pooled at his hairline. She could hear his heart pounding. When she reached up to wipe his forehead he moaned. “It’s all right, Jace. Just try to relax.”<br /> <br /> “I don’t understand.” His voice shook.<br /> <br /> “You don’t need to. Wait until the garage clears out a bit. Then we’ll leave.”<br /> “I... I have a dinner date. A family friend. I have to go. I don’t want to but… I… I should.”<br /> <br /> “Do you want me to leave?”<br /> <br /> He looked into her eyes with the most desperate longing she’d ever seen on a human face. A flash of apprehension shivered down her spine, unbalancing her. She was going to hurt him. Badly. He’d lose everything. His home, the Foundation, his dinner date, maybe even this fancy sports car. And some kid wouldn’t have a place to sleep on a cold, winter night, or a youth group to keep him off the streets.<br /> <br /> The men she brought to Mastema were bad-to-the-bone to begin with. They just needed a little help to push them in the right direction. The inevitable direction, as he liked to call it. But Jace Blackmon was a good guy.<br /> <br /> Then why does Apollyon want him? But what if he didn’t want Jace? What if Jahi was right and Mastema had forged the contract?<br /> <br /> “Faina.” His whisper pulled her back to the present. Until she had proof to the contrary, it was Jace’s soul or her eternal torment as one of Mastema’s sex slaves. This was self-preservation. Nothing more.<br /> <br /> She looked into his eyes and smiled “Yes, Jace?”<br /> <br /> “Please don’t leave, Faina.”<br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=The_Last_Soul-Seduced_By_A_Demon_Book_1&diff=117693 2011-11-12T22:24:11Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: </p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:The Last Soul-Seduced By A Demon Book 1}}<br /> <br /> [[Category:Erotic Romance]] <br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Last Soul''' is an ''Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense novella'' by [[Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:TLS_MD.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Hunted by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> '''Faina has been dead for one hundred and fifty years, but she’s about to become human again. All she has to do is seduce Jace Blackmon, the most honest financier ever to grace the city of angels, into signing away his soul.<br /> <br /> '''Jace Blackmon has fallen in love with his fantasy woman. But when he realizes she was tricked by a demon to bring about his ruin, including the revelation of a long-buried secret to the media, he must choose between his heart or life without her.'''<br /> <br /> '''Excerpt:<br /> <br /> Faina donned a Betsey Johnson flowered dress and wedge sandals, then materialized a few blocks from where Jace worked. <br /> It felt so good to be outdoors. The warm air was soothing, the traffic noises and bustling crowds reminding her of New York City. Faina didn’t often get nostalgic for her human life, but today she did. If she succeeded in this mission, she’d be human again. Warm weather, noisy crowds and city life would be her reality, not simply the realm in which she was allowed to work. <br /> Unless Mastema had tricked her. No. She wouldn’t think about that now. She had a job to do. She took her time, peering in shop windows and trying to look like just another California trust fund babe out for a stroll on a bright summer day. The fact nearly every man pounding the pavement tripped over his own two feet as she strolled past wasn’t lost on her. She didn’t have the baby face, long blonde curls, and legs up to there for nothing.<br /> She avoided eye contact. It was enough to leave them with her scent, they’d have trouble getting it out of their head for weeks, but to look them in the eyes would be downright cruel. Even when she’d been alive all she’d had to do was turn her baby blues in a man’s direction and he followed her around like a dog in heat. She’d made more money for Madame Lily during her first six months than most of her girls made over the course of two years.<br /> As she made her way to the entrance of the 770 Wilshire Building, she caught a whiff of burned toast. She ducked into the nearest shop and pressed her nose to the plate glass window, scanning the crowd for a familiar face. She’d only seen Mastema appear once in human form. He’d looked ridiculous dressed in a long coat and cowboy hat on the streets of Aurora Nebraska, population four thousand two hundred and twenty-five as of last year. His bad-boy Western get-up would have been more appropriate for Arizona in the late nineteenth century.<br /> Either Mastema hadn’t been the demon she smelled or he’d already evaporated. The sidewalks were filled with six foot blondes and men who looked like they walked off the cover of GQ. Not a weird outfit or menacing swagger in sight.<br /> “Help you, Miss? You need mani and pedi today? We have new summer colors look perfect on you.”<br /> Faina whirled around to face the ancient Vietnamese woman. She’d ducked into a nail salon. Her senses had been so focused on the burnt toast smell and Mastema’s human form she hadn’t noticed the acrid smell of nail polish.<br /> “No, not today. I’m sorry. I’ve got to go.”<br /> Faina opened the door and strode to the parking garage entrance of the building. On the way a clock struck five. The smell of burnt toast wafted from a nearby taco stand. Had that been what she smelled? Tacos? She was jumping at shadows. That wasn’t like her.<br /> She made her way to Jace’s sports car by visualizing it. As the flood of workers poured into the garage, she hoped Jace would stay calm when he saw her. She was taking a risk as there would be plenty of witnesses if he wigged out.<br /> He was busy scrolling through messages on his phone as he sauntered to his car, and didn’t see her until she stepped in front of him as he was about to open the door.<br /> “Oh Jesus. Holy fu—” His warm brown eyes opened wide and he visibly swallowed. “How did you... you’re real. Holy shit.”<br /> “Get in your car, Jace. People are staring. One of them looks like he’s going to take a picture with his cell.”<br /> The lie snapped him out of his trance. He unlocked the doors and she slid into the passenger seat. “Start the car but don’t move yet.”<br /> He stared straight ahead as the engine roared to life. Beads of sweat pooled at his hairline. She could hear his heart pounding. When she reached up to wipe his forehead he moaned. “It’s all right, Jace. Just try to relax.”<br /> “I don’t understand.” His voice shook.<br /> “You don’t need to. Wait until the garage clears out a bit. Then we’ll leave.”<br /> “I... I have a dinner date. A family friend. I have to go. I don’t want to but… I… I should.”<br /> “Do you want me to leave?”<br /> He looked into her eyes with the most desperate longing she’d ever seen on a human face. A flash of apprehension shivered down her spine, unbalancing her. She was going to hurt him. Badly. He’d lose everything. His home, the Foundation, his dinner date, maybe even this fancy sports car. And some kid wouldn’t have a place to sleep on a cold, winter night, or a youth group to keep him off the streets.<br /> The men she brought to Mastema were bad-to-the-bone to begin with. They just needed a little help to push them in the right direction. The inevitable direction, as he liked to call it. But Jace Blackmon was a good guy.<br /> Then why does Apollyon want him? But what if he didn’t want Jace? What if Jahi was right and Mastema had forged the contract?<br /> “Faina.” His whisper pulled her back to the present. Until she had proof to the contrary, it was Jace’s soul or her eternal torment as one of Mastema’s sex slaves. This was self-preservation. Nothing more.<br /> She looked into his eyes and smiled “Yes, Jace?”<br /> “Please don’t leave, Faina.”<br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]</div>

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Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=The_Last_Soul-Seduced_By_A_Demon_Book_1&diff=117691 2011-11-12T22:22:00Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: Created page with &quot;{{DEFAULTSORT:The Last Soul-Seduced By A Demon Book 1}} Category:Erotic Romance '''The Last Soul''' is an ''Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense novella'' by [[Carolyn Ro...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:The Last Soul-Seduced By A Demon Book 1}}<br /> <br /> [[Category:Erotic Romance]] <br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Last Soul''' is an ''Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense novella'' by [[Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:Hunted_SM.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Hunted by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> '''Faina has been dead for one hundred and fifty years, but she’s about to become human again. All she has to do is seduce Jace Blackmon, the most honest financier ever to grace the city of angels, into signing away his soul.<br /> <br /> '''Jace Blackmon has fallen in love with his fantasy woman. But when he realizes she was tricked by a demon to bring about his ruin, including the revelation of a long-buried secret to the media, he must choose between his heart or life without her.'''<br /> <br /> '''Excerpt:<br /> <br /> Faina donned a Betsey Johnson flowered dress and wedge sandals, then materialized a few blocks from where Jace worked. <br /> It felt so good to be outdoors. The warm air was soothing, the traffic noises and bustling crowds reminding her of New York City. Faina didn’t often get nostalgic for her human life, but today she did. If she succeeded in this mission, she’d be human again. Warm weather, noisy crowds and city life would be her reality, not simply the realm in which she was allowed to work. <br /> Unless Mastema had tricked her. No. She wouldn’t think about that now. She had a job to do. She took her time, peering in shop windows and trying to look like just another California trust fund babe out for a stroll on a bright summer day. The fact nearly every man pounding the pavement tripped over his own two feet as she strolled past wasn’t lost on her. She didn’t have the baby face, long blonde curls, and legs up to there for nothing.<br /> She avoided eye contact. It was enough to leave them with her scent, they’d have trouble getting it out of their head for weeks, but to look them in the eyes would be downright cruel. Even when she’d been alive all she’d had to do was turn her baby blues in a man’s direction and he followed her around like a dog in heat. She’d made more money for Madame Lily during her first six months than most of her girls made over the course of two years.<br /> As she made her way to the entrance of the 770 Wilshire Building, she caught a whiff of burned toast. She ducked into the nearest shop and pressed her nose to the plate glass window, scanning the crowd for a familiar face. She’d only seen Mastema appear once in human form. He’d looked ridiculous dressed in a long coat and cowboy hat on the streets of Aurora Nebraska, population four thousand two hundred and twenty-five as of last year. His bad-boy Western get-up would have been more appropriate for Arizona in the late nineteenth century.<br /> Either Mastema hadn’t been the demon she smelled or he’d already evaporated. The sidewalks were filled with six foot blondes and men who looked like they walked off the cover of GQ. Not a weird outfit or menacing swagger in sight.<br /> “Help you, Miss? You need mani and pedi today? We have new summer colors look perfect on you.”<br /> Faina whirled around to face the ancient Vietnamese woman. She’d ducked into a nail salon. Her senses had been so focused on the burnt toast smell and Mastema’s human form she hadn’t noticed the acrid smell of nail polish.<br /> “No, not today. I’m sorry. I’ve got to go.”<br /> Faina opened the door and strode to the parking garage entrance of the building. On the way a clock struck five. The smell of burnt toast wafted from a nearby taco stand. Had that been what she smelled? Tacos? She was jumping at shadows. That wasn’t like her.<br /> She made her way to Jace’s sports car by visualizing it. As the flood of workers poured into the garage, she hoped Jace would stay calm when he saw her. She was taking a risk as there would be plenty of witnesses if he wigged out.<br /> He was busy scrolling through messages on his phone as he sauntered to his car, and didn’t see her until she stepped in front of him as he was about to open the door.<br /> “Oh Jesus. Holy fu—” His warm brown eyes opened wide and he visibly swallowed. “How did you... you’re real. Holy shit.”<br /> “Get in your car, Jace. People are staring. One of them looks like he’s going to take a picture with his cell.”<br /> The lie snapped him out of his trance. He unlocked the doors and she slid into the passenger seat. “Start the car but don’t move yet.”<br /> He stared straight ahead as the engine roared to life. Beads of sweat pooled at his hairline. She could hear his heart pounding. When she reached up to wipe his forehead he moaned. “It’s all right, Jace. Just try to relax.”<br /> “I don’t understand.” His voice shook.<br /> “You don’t need to. Wait until the garage clears out a bit. Then we’ll leave.”<br /> “I... I have a dinner date. A family friend. I have to go. I don’t want to but… I… I should.”<br /> “Do you want me to leave?”<br /> He looked into her eyes with the most desperate longing she’d ever seen on a human face. A flash of apprehension shivered down her spine, unbalancing her. She was going to hurt him. Badly. He’d lose everything. His home, the Foundation, his dinner date, maybe even this fancy sports car. And some kid wouldn’t have a place to sleep on a cold, winter night, or a youth group to keep him off the streets.<br /> The men she brought to Mastema were bad-to-the-bone to begin with. They just needed a little help to push them in the right direction. The inevitable direction, as he liked to call it. But Jace Blackmon was a good guy.<br /> Then why does Apollyon want him? But what if he didn’t want Jace? What if Jahi was right and Mastema had forged the contract?<br /> “Faina.” His whisper pulled her back to the present. Until she had proof to the contrary, it was Jace’s soul or her eternal torment as one of Mastema’s sex slaves. This was self-preservation. Nothing more.<br /> She looked into his eyes and smiled “Yes, Jace?”<br /> “Please don’t leave, Faina.”<br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Playing_For_Keeps-Seduced_By_A_Demon_Book_3&diff=117690 2011-11-12T22:19:57Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: </p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Playing For Keeps-Seduced By A Demon Book 3}}<br /> <br /> [[Category:Erotic Romance]] <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Playing For Keeps''' is an ''Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense novella'' by [[Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:PFK_MD.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Hunted by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> '''Damien Walker has just hired a sexy new bartender, and landed himself trouble, with a capital 'T'.<br /> <br /> '''Teresa's on the run, but from something more sinister than human law. She's a demon on the lam from Hell, trying to hide away in this sleepy town. A job in Damien's bar seems the perfect cover. He doesn't ask questions and he's great eye-candy too. What could be better?<br /> <br /> '''But Teresa isn't the only one with a secret identity and a past they'd rather not remember. Damien knows exactly who and what she is because he's hunted demons before and old habits die hard.<br /> <br /> '''What's a Nephilim bounty hunter to do when one white-hot little devil walks into his bar and turns his quiet life upside down? She's a complication he could do without. She's also irresistible.<br /> <br /> '''So she wants to cause him trouble? That's nothing compared to what he can do to her.'''<br /> <br /> '''Excerpt:<br /> <br /> He strolled toward her, moving slowly like a large cat. It was easy to imagine him as a panther. Dark, deadly, striking when least expected. The fact he was drop-dead gorgeous only enhanced the image. There was no way to stop her traitorous body from responding to his sultry moves. Her pussy was suddenly wet and her tank top felt way too tight. Images of fucking him silly on one of the tables in the bar flitted through her mind.<br /> <br /> Instead of walking around behind the bar, he sat at the closest table and put his chin in his hands, still studying her face. “Before I tell you how I know, tell me why you’re hiding.”<br /> <br /> She shook her head. “It doesn’t work that way, Damien. I took a chance coming in here tonight, trusting humans. I get to choose how much to reveal and when, not you.”<br /> <br /> He stood up so quickly the chair fell backwards. “Who the hell do you think you are? I’ve known demons, Teresa. They don’t take the kind of risks you did tonight. You don’t seem stupid so that only leaves careless.”<br /> <br /> His words stung but there was truth in them. She was careless. Had been for as long as she could remember, but it hurt to hear someone say it out loud.<br /> <br /> “My customers are loyal to me and they lied tonight for my sake, not yours.” He took several strides toward her, his dark eyes flashing. “But don’t think for one minute I’m going to let you throw people around my bar every night. Sooner or later those same customers will begin asking questions. And when that happens, I’ll be minus one business and you’ll be back where you belong.”<br /> <br /> Men fell at her feet and begged her to stay. They didn’t cross a room, full of righteous indignation, and lecture her. How dare he?<br /> <br /> “Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?”<br /> <br /> “The person who owns this bar, that’s who. You want to work here, you follow my rules.”<br /> <br /> “I make the rules, Damien. I don’t follow them.”<br /> <br /> “You’ll follow mine or you can leave right now. The choice is yours.”<br /> <br /> He’d reached the other side of the counter now. Lust and anger rolled off him in waves. The combination was intoxicating, but he was only a man. Forcing her breathing to slow down, she weighed her options again. There were only two choices. Play along for now, or find another place to hide. Damien was one of the sexiest men she’d ever met. The fact he wanted her to leave made her more determined to win him over.<br /> <br /> Lowering her eyes, she also toned down her voice. “I made a mistake, Damien. It won’t happen again.”<br /> <br /> “You’re damn right it won’t because I want you gone. Tonight.”<br /> <br /> As a demon, she’d never met a man she couldn’t persuade to do her bidding. She seduced mortals into signing away their souls using her body and her looks, and no man had ever dismissed her from his life as Damien was doing now. A bar owner in a one-horse town should be no challenge at all for her. What was so different about him? Why was he immune to her charms?<br /> <br /> “You don’t mean that.” She held his gaze steady.<br /> <br /> He faltered for just a second, breaking eye contact. “Stop that shit, Teresa. I know what you’re trying to do.”<br /> <br /> Was that all it would take for him to let her stay, to seduce him? That shouldn’t be a problem. The sudden realization he wasn’t immune to her powers of seduction gave Teresa such a thrill she decided to change tactics. Why argue with him about who made the rules when all she had to do was get him into bed?<br /> She smiled and hopped up on the bar, giving him a nice eyeful of her hot pink thong as she swung her legs around. As she slid off the other side and inched toward him, he took a step back. Several emotions crossed his chiseled face, competing for control. “Stop what shit, Damien? Do I really need to use my powers to seduce you? You wanted me from the second you saw me in the bathroom.”<br /> <br /> “You can’t solve this with sex.”<br /> <br /> His voice was husky and unsure. Beads of sweat broke out along his hairline. His soft, wavy hair that she wanted to run her fingers through and bury her nose in.<br /> “Sex solves everything, Damien.” She closed the gap between them until they were only inches apart. His eyes were intense, searching. He was hanging on by a thread, and the realization she was that close excited her to the point of physical pain. “Sex is the great leveler between two people.”<br /> <br /> “Is that all you want? To seduce me?”<br /> <br /> “Would that be so terrible?” She took another step closer and ran a finger from the pulse at the base of his throat down his shirt, stopping at his navel. He drew in a sharp breath as tiny beads of sweat broke out along his upper lip. His full, thick lips that begged to be kissed.<br /> <br /> “If you want me to leave, then so be it. But there’s nothing to stop us from having some fun first, is there?”<br /> <br /> His face twisted into a mask of pain and confusion.” Dammit, Teresa I’m not immune to you, okay? But I know how to fight it because I’ve been there before. I want you to leave.”<br /> <br /> “Liar.”<br /> <br /> “Please get out of here,” he whispered.<br /> <br /> “One night.” She ran her hands over his chest, enjoying the contrast between his rippling muscles and the soft cotton shirt. “Just one, and then I’ll leave and you’ll never see me again.”<br /> <br /> “Why do you have to prove yourself?”<br /> <br /> Teresa rubbed her fingers over his nipples under the fabric and he groaned. “I’m not trying to prove anything. I just want to fuck you.”<br /> <br /> “Damn you,” he whispered.<br /> <br /> She smiled. “Too late.”<br /> <br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Playing_For_Keeps-Seduced_By_A_Demon_Book_3&diff=117689 2011-11-12T22:19:24Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: </p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Playing For Keeps-Seduced By A Demon Book 3}}<br /> <br /> [[Category:Erotic Romance]] <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Playing For Keeps''' is an ''Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense novella'' by [[Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:PFK_MD.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Hunted by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> '''Damien Walker has just hired a sexy new bartender, and landed himself trouble, with a capital 'T'.<br /> <br /> ''''Teresa's on the run, but from something more sinister than human law. She's a demon on the lam from Hell, trying to hide away in this sleepy town. A job in Damien's bar seems the perfect cover. He doesn't ask questions and he's great eye-candy too. What could be better?<br /> <br /> ''''But Teresa isn't the only one with a secret identity and a past they'd rather not remember. Damien knows exactly who and what she is because he's hunted demons before and old habits die hard.<br /> <br /> ''''What's a Nephilim bounty hunter to do when one white-hot little devil walks into his bar and turns his quiet life upside down? She's a complication he could do without. She's also irresistible.<br /> <br /> ''''So she wants to cause him trouble? That's nothing compared to what he can do to her.'''<br /> <br /> '''Excerpt:<br /> <br /> He strolled toward her, moving slowly like a large cat. It was easy to imagine him as a panther. Dark, deadly, striking when least expected. The fact he was drop-dead gorgeous only enhanced the image. There was no way to stop her traitorous body from responding to his sultry moves. Her pussy was suddenly wet and her tank top felt way too tight. Images of fucking him silly on one of the tables in the bar flitted through her mind.<br /> <br /> Instead of walking around behind the bar, he sat at the closest table and put his chin in his hands, still studying her face. “Before I tell you how I know, tell me why you’re hiding.”<br /> <br /> She shook her head. “It doesn’t work that way, Damien. I took a chance coming in here tonight, trusting humans. I get to choose how much to reveal and when, not you.”<br /> <br /> He stood up so quickly the chair fell backwards. “Who the hell do you think you are? I’ve known demons, Teresa. They don’t take the kind of risks you did tonight. You don’t seem stupid so that only leaves careless.”<br /> <br /> His words stung but there was truth in them. She was careless. Had been for as long as she could remember, but it hurt to hear someone say it out loud.<br /> <br /> “My customers are loyal to me and they lied tonight for my sake, not yours.” He took several strides toward her, his dark eyes flashing. “But don’t think for one minute I’m going to let you throw people around my bar every night. Sooner or later those same customers will begin asking questions. And when that happens, I’ll be minus one business and you’ll be back where you belong.”<br /> <br /> Men fell at her feet and begged her to stay. They didn’t cross a room, full of righteous indignation, and lecture her. How dare he?<br /> <br /> “Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?”<br /> <br /> “The person who owns this bar, that’s who. You want to work here, you follow my rules.”<br /> <br /> “I make the rules, Damien. I don’t follow them.”<br /> <br /> “You’ll follow mine or you can leave right now. The choice is yours.”<br /> <br /> He’d reached the other side of the counter now. Lust and anger rolled off him in waves. The combination was intoxicating, but he was only a man. Forcing her breathing to slow down, she weighed her options again. There were only two choices. Play along for now, or find another place to hide. Damien was one of the sexiest men she’d ever met. The fact he wanted her to leave made her more determined to win him over.<br /> <br /> Lowering her eyes, she also toned down her voice. “I made a mistake, Damien. It won’t happen again.”<br /> <br /> “You’re damn right it won’t because I want you gone. Tonight.”<br /> <br /> As a demon, she’d never met a man she couldn’t persuade to do her bidding. She seduced mortals into signing away their souls using her body and her looks, and no man had ever dismissed her from his life as Damien was doing now. A bar owner in a one-horse town should be no challenge at all for her. What was so different about him? Why was he immune to her charms?<br /> <br /> “You don’t mean that.” She held his gaze steady.<br /> <br /> He faltered for just a second, breaking eye contact. “Stop that shit, Teresa. I know what you’re trying to do.”<br /> <br /> Was that all it would take for him to let her stay, to seduce him? That shouldn’t be a problem. The sudden realization he wasn’t immune to her powers of seduction gave Teresa such a thrill she decided to change tactics. Why argue with him about who made the rules when all she had to do was get him into bed?<br /> She smiled and hopped up on the bar, giving him a nice eyeful of her hot pink thong as she swung her legs around. As she slid off the other side and inched toward him, he took a step back. Several emotions crossed his chiseled face, competing for control. “Stop what shit, Damien? Do I really need to use my powers to seduce you? You wanted me from the second you saw me in the bathroom.”<br /> <br /> “You can’t solve this with sex.”<br /> <br /> His voice was husky and unsure. Beads of sweat broke out along his hairline. His soft, wavy hair that she wanted to run her fingers through and bury her nose in.<br /> “Sex solves everything, Damien.” She closed the gap between them until they were only inches apart. His eyes were intense, searching. He was hanging on by a thread, and the realization she was that close excited her to the point of physical pain. “Sex is the great leveler between two people.”<br /> <br /> “Is that all you want? To seduce me?”<br /> <br /> “Would that be so terrible?” She took another step closer and ran a finger from the pulse at the base of his throat down his shirt, stopping at his navel. He drew in a sharp breath as tiny beads of sweat broke out along his upper lip. His full, thick lips that begged to be kissed.<br /> <br /> “If you want me to leave, then so be it. But there’s nothing to stop us from having some fun first, is there?”<br /> <br /> His face twisted into a mask of pain and confusion.” Dammit, Teresa I’m not immune to you, okay? But I know how to fight it because I’ve been there before. I want you to leave.”<br /> <br /> “Liar.”<br /> <br /> “Please get out of here,” he whispered.<br /> <br /> “One night.” She ran her hands over his chest, enjoying the contrast between his rippling muscles and the soft cotton shirt. “Just one, and then I’ll leave and you’ll never see me again.”<br /> <br /> “Why do you have to prove yourself?”<br /> <br /> Teresa rubbed her fingers over his nipples under the fabric and he groaned. “I’m not trying to prove anything. I just want to fuck you.”<br /> <br /> “Damn you,” he whispered.<br /> <br /> She smiled. “Too late.”<br /> <br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Playing_For_Keeps-Seduced_By_A_Demon_Book_3&diff=117688 2011-11-12T22:17:36Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: </p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Playing For Keeps-Seduced By A Demon Book 3}}<br /> <br /> [[Category:Erotic Romance]] <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Playing For Keeps''' is an ''Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense novella'' by [[Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:PFK_MD.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Hunted by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> '''Damien Walker has just hired a sexy new bartender, and landed himself trouble, with a capital 'T'.<br /> <br /> Teresa's on the run, but from something more sinister than human law. She's a demon on the lam from Hell, trying to hide away in this sleepy town. A job in Damien's bar seems the perfect cover. He doesn't ask questions and he's great eye-candy too. What could be better?<br /> <br /> But Teresa isn't the only one with a secret identity and a past they'd rather not remember. Damien knows exactly who and what she is because he's hunted demons before and old habits die hard.<br /> <br /> What's a Nephilim bounty hunter to do when one white-hot little devil walks into his bar and turns his quiet life upside down? She's a complication he could do without. She's also irresistible.<br /> <br /> So she wants to cause him trouble? That's nothing compared to what he can do to her.'''<br /> <br /> '''Excerpt:<br /> <br /> He strolled toward her, moving slowly like a large cat. It was easy to imagine him as a panther. Dark, deadly, striking when least expected. The fact he was drop-dead gorgeous only enhanced the image. There was no way to stop her traitorous body from responding to his sultry moves. Her pussy was suddenly wet and her tank top felt way too tight. Images of fucking him silly on one of the tables in the bar flitted through her mind.<br /> <br /> Instead of walking around behind the bar, he sat at the closest table and put his chin in his hands, still studying her face. “Before I tell you how I know, tell me why you’re hiding.”<br /> <br /> She shook her head. “It doesn’t work that way, Damien. I took a chance coming in here tonight, trusting humans. I get to choose how much to reveal and when, not you.”<br /> <br /> He stood up so quickly the chair fell backwards. “Who the hell do you think you are? I’ve known demons, Teresa. They don’t take the kind of risks you did tonight. You don’t seem stupid so that only leaves careless.”<br /> <br /> His words stung but there was truth in them. She was careless. Had been for as long as she could remember, but it hurt to hear someone say it out loud.<br /> <br /> “My customers are loyal to me and they lied tonight for my sake, not yours.” He took several strides toward her, his dark eyes flashing. “But don’t think for one minute I’m going to let you throw people around my bar every night. Sooner or later those same customers will begin asking questions. And when that happens, I’ll be minus one business and you’ll be back where you belong.”<br /> <br /> Men fell at her feet and begged her to stay. They didn’t cross a room, full of righteous indignation, and lecture her. How dare he?<br /> <br /> “Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?”<br /> <br /> “The person who owns this bar, that’s who. You want to work here, you follow my rules.”<br /> <br /> “I make the rules, Damien. I don’t follow them.”<br /> <br /> “You’ll follow mine or you can leave right now. The choice is yours.”<br /> <br /> He’d reached the other side of the counter now. Lust and anger rolled off him in waves. The combination was intoxicating, but he was only a man. Forcing her breathing to slow down, she weighed her options again. There were only two choices. Play along for now, or find another place to hide. Damien was one of the sexiest men she’d ever met. The fact he wanted her to leave made her more determined to win him over.<br /> <br /> Lowering her eyes, she also toned down her voice. “I made a mistake, Damien. It won’t happen again.”<br /> <br /> “You’re damn right it won’t because I want you gone. Tonight.”<br /> <br /> As a demon, she’d never met a man she couldn’t persuade to do her bidding. She seduced mortals into signing away their souls using her body and her looks, and no man had ever dismissed her from his life as Damien was doing now. A bar owner in a one-horse town should be no challenge at all for her. What was so different about him? Why was he immune to her charms?<br /> <br /> “You don’t mean that.” She held his gaze steady.<br /> <br /> He faltered for just a second, breaking eye contact. “Stop that shit, Teresa. I know what you’re trying to do.”<br /> <br /> Was that all it would take for him to let her stay, to seduce him? That shouldn’t be a problem. The sudden realization he wasn’t immune to her powers of seduction gave Teresa such a thrill she decided to change tactics. Why argue with him about who made the rules when all she had to do was get him into bed?<br /> She smiled and hopped up on the bar, giving him a nice eyeful of her hot pink thong as she swung her legs around. As she slid off the other side and inched toward him, he took a step back. Several emotions crossed his chiseled face, competing for control. “Stop what shit, Damien? Do I really need to use my powers to seduce you? You wanted me from the second you saw me in the bathroom.”<br /> <br /> “You can’t solve this with sex.”<br /> <br /> His voice was husky and unsure. Beads of sweat broke out along his hairline. His soft, wavy hair that she wanted to run her fingers through and bury her nose in.<br /> “Sex solves everything, Damien.” She closed the gap between them until they were only inches apart. His eyes were intense, searching. He was hanging on by a thread, and the realization she was that close excited her to the point of physical pain. “Sex is the great leveler between two people.”<br /> <br /> “Is that all you want? To seduce me?”<br /> <br /> “Would that be so terrible?” She took another step closer and ran a finger from the pulse at the base of his throat down his shirt, stopping at his navel. He drew in a sharp breath as tiny beads of sweat broke out along his upper lip. His full, thick lips that begged to be kissed.<br /> <br /> “If you want me to leave, then so be it. But there’s nothing to stop us from having some fun first, is there?”<br /> <br /> His face twisted into a mask of pain and confusion.” Dammit, Teresa I’m not immune to you, okay? But I know how to fight it because I’ve been there before. I want you to leave.”<br /> <br /> “Liar.”<br /> <br /> “Please get out of here,” he whispered.<br /> <br /> “One night.” She ran her hands over his chest, enjoying the contrast between his rippling muscles and the soft cotton shirt. “Just one, and then I’ll leave and you’ll never see me again.”<br /> <br /> “Why do you have to prove yourself?”<br /> <br /> Teresa rubbed her fingers over his nipples under the fabric and he groaned. “I’m not trying to prove anything. I just want to fuck you.”<br /> <br /> “Damn you,” he whispered.<br /> <br /> She smiled. “Too late.”<br /> <br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Playing_For_Keeps-Seduced_By_A_Demon_Book_3&diff=117687 2011-11-12T22:16:42Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: </p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Playing For Keeps-Seduced By A Demon Book 3}}<br /> <br /> [[Category:Erotic Romance]] <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Playing For Keeps''' is an ''Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense novella'' by [[Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:PFK_MD.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Hunted by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> '''Damien Walker has just hired a sexy new bartender, and landed himself trouble, with a capital 'T'.'''<br /> <br /> Teresa's on the run, but from something more sinister than human law. She's a demon on the lam from Hell, trying to hide away in this sleepy town. A job in Damien's bar seems the perfect cover. He doesn't ask questions and he's great eye-candy too. What could be better?<br /> <br /> But Teresa isn't the only one with a secret identity and a past they'd rather not remember. Damien knows exactly who and what she is because he's hunted demons before and old habits die hard.<br /> <br /> What's a Nephilim bounty hunter to do when one white-hot little devil walks into his bar and turns his quiet life upside down? She's a complication he could do without. She's also irresistible.<br /> <br /> So she wants to cause him trouble? That's nothing compared to what he can do to her.'''<br /> <br /> '''Excerpt:<br /> <br /> He strolled toward her, moving slowly like a large cat. It was easy to imagine him as a panther. Dark, deadly, striking when least expected. The fact he was drop-dead gorgeous only enhanced the image. There was no way to stop her traitorous body from responding to his sultry moves. Her pussy was suddenly wet and her tank top felt way too tight. Images of fucking him silly on one of the tables in the bar flitted through her mind.<br /> <br /> Instead of walking around behind the bar, he sat at the closest table and put his chin in his hands, still studying her face. “Before I tell you how I know, tell me why you’re hiding.”<br /> <br /> She shook her head. “It doesn’t work that way, Damien. I took a chance coming in here tonight, trusting humans. I get to choose how much to reveal and when, not you.”<br /> <br /> He stood up so quickly the chair fell backwards. “Who the hell do you think you are? I’ve known demons, Teresa. They don’t take the kind of risks you did tonight. You don’t seem stupid so that only leaves careless.”<br /> <br /> His words stung but there was truth in them. She was careless. Had been for as long as she could remember, but it hurt to hear someone say it out loud.<br /> <br /> “My customers are loyal to me and they lied tonight for my sake, not yours.” He took several strides toward her, his dark eyes flashing. “But don’t think for one minute I’m going to let you throw people around my bar every night. Sooner or later those same customers will begin asking questions. And when that happens, I’ll be minus one business and you’ll be back where you belong.”<br /> <br /> Men fell at her feet and begged her to stay. They didn’t cross a room, full of righteous indignation, and lecture her. How dare he?<br /> <br /> “Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?”<br /> <br /> “The person who owns this bar, that’s who. You want to work here, you follow my rules.”<br /> <br /> “I make the rules, Damien. I don’t follow them.”<br /> <br /> “You’ll follow mine or you can leave right now. The choice is yours.”<br /> <br /> He’d reached the other side of the counter now. Lust and anger rolled off him in waves. The combination was intoxicating, but he was only a man. Forcing her breathing to slow down, she weighed her options again. There were only two choices. Play along for now, or find another place to hide. Damien was one of the sexiest men she’d ever met. The fact he wanted her to leave made her more determined to win him over.<br /> <br /> Lowering her eyes, she also toned down her voice. “I made a mistake, Damien. It won’t happen again.”<br /> <br /> “You’re damn right it won’t because I want you gone. Tonight.”<br /> <br /> As a demon, she’d never met a man she couldn’t persuade to do her bidding. She seduced mortals into signing away their souls using her body and her looks, and no man had ever dismissed her from his life as Damien was doing now. A bar owner in a one-horse town should be no challenge at all for her. What was so different about him? Why was he immune to her charms?<br /> <br /> “You don’t mean that.” She held his gaze steady.<br /> <br /> He faltered for just a second, breaking eye contact. “Stop that shit, Teresa. I know what you’re trying to do.”<br /> <br /> Was that all it would take for him to let her stay, to seduce him? That shouldn’t be a problem. The sudden realization he wasn’t immune to her powers of seduction gave Teresa such a thrill she decided to change tactics. Why argue with him about who made the rules when all she had to do was get him into bed?<br /> She smiled and hopped up on the bar, giving him a nice eyeful of her hot pink thong as she swung her legs around. As she slid off the other side and inched toward him, he took a step back. Several emotions crossed his chiseled face, competing for control. “Stop what shit, Damien? Do I really need to use my powers to seduce you? You wanted me from the second you saw me in the bathroom.”<br /> <br /> “You can’t solve this with sex.”<br /> <br /> His voice was husky and unsure. Beads of sweat broke out along his hairline. His soft, wavy hair that she wanted to run her fingers through and bury her nose in.<br /> “Sex solves everything, Damien.” She closed the gap between them until they were only inches apart. His eyes were intense, searching. He was hanging on by a thread, and the realization she was that close excited her to the point of physical pain. “Sex is the great leveler between two people.”<br /> <br /> “Is that all you want? To seduce me?”<br /> <br /> “Would that be so terrible?” She took another step closer and ran a finger from the pulse at the base of his throat down his shirt, stopping at his navel. He drew in a sharp breath as tiny beads of sweat broke out along his upper lip. His full, thick lips that begged to be kissed.<br /> <br /> “If you want me to leave, then so be it. But there’s nothing to stop us from having some fun first, is there?”<br /> <br /> His face twisted into a mask of pain and confusion.” Dammit, Teresa I’m not immune to you, okay? But I know how to fight it because I’ve been there before. I want you to leave.”<br /> <br /> “Liar.”<br /> <br /> “Please get out of here,” he whispered.<br /> <br /> “One night.” She ran her hands over his chest, enjoying the contrast between his rippling muscles and the soft cotton shirt. “Just one, and then I’ll leave and you’ll never see me again.”<br /> <br /> “Why do you have to prove yourself?”<br /> <br /> Teresa rubbed her fingers over his nipples under the fabric and he groaned. “I’m not trying to prove anything. I just want to fuck you.”<br /> <br /> “Damn you,” he whispered.<br /> <br /> She smiled. “Too late.”<br /> <br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Playing_For_Keeps-Seduced_By_A_Demon_Book_3&diff=117686 2011-11-12T22:16:20Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: </p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Playing For Keeps-Seduced By A Demon Book 3}}<br /> <br /> [[Category:Erotic Romance]] <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Playing For Keeps''' is an ''Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense novella'' by [[Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:PFK_MD.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Hunted by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> ''''Damien Walker has just hired a sexy new bartender, and landed himself trouble, with a capital 'T'.''''<br /> <br /> Teresa's on the run, but from something more sinister than human law. She's a demon on the lam from Hell, trying to hide away in this sleepy town. A job in Damien's bar seems the perfect cover. He doesn't ask questions and he's great eye-candy too. What could be better?<br /> <br /> But Teresa isn't the only one with a secret identity and a past they'd rather not remember. Damien knows exactly who and what she is because he's hunted demons before and old habits die hard.<br /> <br /> What's a Nephilim bounty hunter to do when one white-hot little devil walks into his bar and turns his quiet life upside down? She's a complication he could do without. She's also irresistible.<br /> <br /> So she wants to cause him trouble? That's nothing compared to what he can do to her.'''<br /> <br /> '''Excerpt:<br /> <br /> He strolled toward her, moving slowly like a large cat. It was easy to imagine him as a panther. Dark, deadly, striking when least expected. The fact he was drop-dead gorgeous only enhanced the image. There was no way to stop her traitorous body from responding to his sultry moves. Her pussy was suddenly wet and her tank top felt way too tight. Images of fucking him silly on one of the tables in the bar flitted through her mind.<br /> <br /> Instead of walking around behind the bar, he sat at the closest table and put his chin in his hands, still studying her face. “Before I tell you how I know, tell me why you’re hiding.”<br /> <br /> She shook her head. “It doesn’t work that way, Damien. I took a chance coming in here tonight, trusting humans. I get to choose how much to reveal and when, not you.”<br /> <br /> He stood up so quickly the chair fell backwards. “Who the hell do you think you are? I’ve known demons, Teresa. They don’t take the kind of risks you did tonight. You don’t seem stupid so that only leaves careless.”<br /> <br /> His words stung but there was truth in them. She was careless. Had been for as long as she could remember, but it hurt to hear someone say it out loud.<br /> <br /> “My customers are loyal to me and they lied tonight for my sake, not yours.” He took several strides toward her, his dark eyes flashing. “But don’t think for one minute I’m going to let you throw people around my bar every night. Sooner or later those same customers will begin asking questions. And when that happens, I’ll be minus one business and you’ll be back where you belong.”<br /> <br /> Men fell at her feet and begged her to stay. They didn’t cross a room, full of righteous indignation, and lecture her. How dare he?<br /> <br /> “Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?”<br /> <br /> “The person who owns this bar, that’s who. You want to work here, you follow my rules.”<br /> <br /> “I make the rules, Damien. I don’t follow them.”<br /> <br /> “You’ll follow mine or you can leave right now. The choice is yours.”<br /> <br /> He’d reached the other side of the counter now. Lust and anger rolled off him in waves. The combination was intoxicating, but he was only a man. Forcing her breathing to slow down, she weighed her options again. There were only two choices. Play along for now, or find another place to hide. Damien was one of the sexiest men she’d ever met. The fact he wanted her to leave made her more determined to win him over.<br /> <br /> Lowering her eyes, she also toned down her voice. “I made a mistake, Damien. It won’t happen again.”<br /> <br /> “You’re damn right it won’t because I want you gone. Tonight.”<br /> <br /> As a demon, she’d never met a man she couldn’t persuade to do her bidding. She seduced mortals into signing away their souls using her body and her looks, and no man had ever dismissed her from his life as Damien was doing now. A bar owner in a one-horse town should be no challenge at all for her. What was so different about him? Why was he immune to her charms?<br /> <br /> “You don’t mean that.” She held his gaze steady.<br /> <br /> He faltered for just a second, breaking eye contact. “Stop that shit, Teresa. I know what you’re trying to do.”<br /> <br /> Was that all it would take for him to let her stay, to seduce him? That shouldn’t be a problem. The sudden realization he wasn’t immune to her powers of seduction gave Teresa such a thrill she decided to change tactics. Why argue with him about who made the rules when all she had to do was get him into bed?<br /> She smiled and hopped up on the bar, giving him a nice eyeful of her hot pink thong as she swung her legs around. As she slid off the other side and inched toward him, he took a step back. Several emotions crossed his chiseled face, competing for control. “Stop what shit, Damien? Do I really need to use my powers to seduce you? You wanted me from the second you saw me in the bathroom.”<br /> <br /> “You can’t solve this with sex.”<br /> <br /> His voice was husky and unsure. Beads of sweat broke out along his hairline. His soft, wavy hair that she wanted to run her fingers through and bury her nose in.<br /> “Sex solves everything, Damien.” She closed the gap between them until they were only inches apart. His eyes were intense, searching. He was hanging on by a thread, and the realization she was that close excited her to the point of physical pain. “Sex is the great leveler between two people.”<br /> <br /> “Is that all you want? To seduce me?”<br /> <br /> “Would that be so terrible?” She took another step closer and ran a finger from the pulse at the base of his throat down his shirt, stopping at his navel. He drew in a sharp breath as tiny beads of sweat broke out along his upper lip. His full, thick lips that begged to be kissed.<br /> <br /> “If you want me to leave, then so be it. But there’s nothing to stop us from having some fun first, is there?”<br /> <br /> His face twisted into a mask of pain and confusion.” Dammit, Teresa I’m not immune to you, okay? But I know how to fight it because I’ve been there before. I want you to leave.”<br /> <br /> “Liar.”<br /> <br /> “Please get out of here,” he whispered.<br /> <br /> “One night.” She ran her hands over his chest, enjoying the contrast between his rippling muscles and the soft cotton shirt. “Just one, and then I’ll leave and you’ll never see me again.”<br /> <br /> “Why do you have to prove yourself?”<br /> <br /> Teresa rubbed her fingers over his nipples under the fabric and he groaned. “I’m not trying to prove anything. I just want to fuck you.”<br /> <br /> “Damn you,” he whispered.<br /> <br /> She smiled. “Too late.”<br /> <br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Playing_For_Keeps-Seduced_By_A_Demon_Book_3&diff=117685 2011-11-12T22:15:47Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: </p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Playing For Keeps-Seduced By A Demon Book 3}}<br /> <br /> [[Category:Erotic Romance]] <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Playing For Keeps''' is an ''Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense novella'' by [[Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:PFK_MD.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Hunted by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> &quot;&quot;Damien Walker has just hired a sexy new bartender, and landed himself trouble, with a capital 'T'.&quot;&quot;<br /> <br /> Teresa's on the run, but from something more sinister than human law. She's a demon on the lam from Hell, trying to hide away in this sleepy town. A job in Damien's bar seems the perfect cover. He doesn't ask questions and he's great eye-candy too. What could be better?<br /> <br /> But Teresa isn't the only one with a secret identity and a past they'd rather not remember. Damien knows exactly who and what she is because he's hunted demons before and old habits die hard.<br /> <br /> What's a Nephilim bounty hunter to do when one white-hot little devil walks into his bar and turns his quiet life upside down? She's a complication he could do without. She's also irresistible.<br /> <br /> So she wants to cause him trouble? That's nothing compared to what he can do to her.'''<br /> <br /> '''Excerpt:<br /> <br /> He strolled toward her, moving slowly like a large cat. It was easy to imagine him as a panther. Dark, deadly, striking when least expected. The fact he was drop-dead gorgeous only enhanced the image. There was no way to stop her traitorous body from responding to his sultry moves. Her pussy was suddenly wet and her tank top felt way too tight. Images of fucking him silly on one of the tables in the bar flitted through her mind.<br /> <br /> Instead of walking around behind the bar, he sat at the closest table and put his chin in his hands, still studying her face. “Before I tell you how I know, tell me why you’re hiding.”<br /> <br /> She shook her head. “It doesn’t work that way, Damien. I took a chance coming in here tonight, trusting humans. I get to choose how much to reveal and when, not you.”<br /> <br /> He stood up so quickly the chair fell backwards. “Who the hell do you think you are? I’ve known demons, Teresa. They don’t take the kind of risks you did tonight. You don’t seem stupid so that only leaves careless.”<br /> <br /> His words stung but there was truth in them. She was careless. Had been for as long as she could remember, but it hurt to hear someone say it out loud.<br /> <br /> “My customers are loyal to me and they lied tonight for my sake, not yours.” He took several strides toward her, his dark eyes flashing. “But don’t think for one minute I’m going to let you throw people around my bar every night. Sooner or later those same customers will begin asking questions. And when that happens, I’ll be minus one business and you’ll be back where you belong.”<br /> <br /> Men fell at her feet and begged her to stay. They didn’t cross a room, full of righteous indignation, and lecture her. How dare he?<br /> <br /> “Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?”<br /> <br /> “The person who owns this bar, that’s who. You want to work here, you follow my rules.”<br /> <br /> “I make the rules, Damien. I don’t follow them.”<br /> <br /> “You’ll follow mine or you can leave right now. The choice is yours.”<br /> <br /> He’d reached the other side of the counter now. Lust and anger rolled off him in waves. The combination was intoxicating, but he was only a man. Forcing her breathing to slow down, she weighed her options again. There were only two choices. Play along for now, or find another place to hide. Damien was one of the sexiest men she’d ever met. The fact he wanted her to leave made her more determined to win him over.<br /> <br /> Lowering her eyes, she also toned down her voice. “I made a mistake, Damien. It won’t happen again.”<br /> <br /> “You’re damn right it won’t because I want you gone. Tonight.”<br /> <br /> As a demon, she’d never met a man she couldn’t persuade to do her bidding. She seduced mortals into signing away their souls using her body and her looks, and no man had ever dismissed her from his life as Damien was doing now. A bar owner in a one-horse town should be no challenge at all for her. What was so different about him? Why was he immune to her charms?<br /> <br /> “You don’t mean that.” She held his gaze steady.<br /> <br /> He faltered for just a second, breaking eye contact. “Stop that shit, Teresa. I know what you’re trying to do.”<br /> <br /> Was that all it would take for him to let her stay, to seduce him? That shouldn’t be a problem. The sudden realization he wasn’t immune to her powers of seduction gave Teresa such a thrill she decided to change tactics. Why argue with him about who made the rules when all she had to do was get him into bed?<br /> She smiled and hopped up on the bar, giving him a nice eyeful of her hot pink thong as she swung her legs around. As she slid off the other side and inched toward him, he took a step back. Several emotions crossed his chiseled face, competing for control. “Stop what shit, Damien? Do I really need to use my powers to seduce you? You wanted me from the second you saw me in the bathroom.”<br /> <br /> “You can’t solve this with sex.”<br /> <br /> His voice was husky and unsure. Beads of sweat broke out along his hairline. His soft, wavy hair that she wanted to run her fingers through and bury her nose in.<br /> “Sex solves everything, Damien.” She closed the gap between them until they were only inches apart. His eyes were intense, searching. He was hanging on by a thread, and the realization she was that close excited her to the point of physical pain. “Sex is the great leveler between two people.”<br /> <br /> “Is that all you want? To seduce me?”<br /> <br /> “Would that be so terrible?” She took another step closer and ran a finger from the pulse at the base of his throat down his shirt, stopping at his navel. He drew in a sharp breath as tiny beads of sweat broke out along his upper lip. His full, thick lips that begged to be kissed.<br /> <br /> “If you want me to leave, then so be it. But there’s nothing to stop us from having some fun first, is there?”<br /> <br /> His face twisted into a mask of pain and confusion.” Dammit, Teresa I’m not immune to you, okay? But I know how to fight it because I’ve been there before. I want you to leave.”<br /> <br /> “Liar.”<br /> <br /> “Please get out of here,” he whispered.<br /> <br /> “One night.” She ran her hands over his chest, enjoying the contrast between his rippling muscles and the soft cotton shirt. “Just one, and then I’ll leave and you’ll never see me again.”<br /> <br /> “Why do you have to prove yourself?”<br /> <br /> Teresa rubbed her fingers over his nipples under the fabric and he groaned. “I’m not trying to prove anything. I just want to fuck you.”<br /> <br /> “Damn you,” he whispered.<br /> <br /> She smiled. “Too late.”<br /> <br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Playing_For_Keeps-Seduced_By_A_Demon_Book_3&diff=117684 2011-11-12T22:13:53Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: </p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Playing For Keeps-Seduced By A Demon Book 3}}<br /> <br /> [[Category:Erotic Romance]] <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Playing For Keeps''' is an ''Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense novella'' by [[Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:PFK_MD.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Hunted by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> ''Damien Walker has just hired a sexy new bartender, and landed himself trouble, with a capital 'T'.''<br /> <br /> Teresa's on the run, but from something more sinister than human law. She's a demon on the lam from Hell, trying to hide away in this sleepy town. A job in Damien's bar seems the perfect cover. He doesn't ask questions and he's great eye-candy too. What could be better?<br /> <br /> But Teresa isn't the only one with a secret identity and a past they'd rather not remember. Damien knows exactly who and what she is because he's hunted demons before and old habits die hard.<br /> <br /> What's a Nephilim bounty hunter to do when one white-hot little devil walks into his bar and turns his quiet life upside down? She's a complication he could do without. She's also irresistible.<br /> <br /> So she wants to cause him trouble? That's nothing compared to what he can do to her.'''<br /> <br /> '''Excerpt:<br /> <br /> He strolled toward her, moving slowly like a large cat. It was easy to imagine him as a panther. Dark, deadly, striking when least expected. The fact he was drop-dead gorgeous only enhanced the image. There was no way to stop her traitorous body from responding to his sultry moves. Her pussy was suddenly wet and her tank top felt way too tight. Images of fucking him silly on one of the tables in the bar flitted through her mind.<br /> <br /> Instead of walking around behind the bar, he sat at the closest table and put his chin in his hands, still studying her face. “Before I tell you how I know, tell me why you’re hiding.”<br /> <br /> She shook her head. “It doesn’t work that way, Damien. I took a chance coming in here tonight, trusting humans. I get to choose how much to reveal and when, not you.”<br /> <br /> He stood up so quickly the chair fell backwards. “Who the hell do you think you are? I’ve known demons, Teresa. They don’t take the kind of risks you did tonight. You don’t seem stupid so that only leaves careless.”<br /> <br /> His words stung but there was truth in them. She was careless. Had been for as long as she could remember, but it hurt to hear someone say it out loud.<br /> <br /> “My customers are loyal to me and they lied tonight for my sake, not yours.” He took several strides toward her, his dark eyes flashing. “But don’t think for one minute I’m going to let you throw people around my bar every night. Sooner or later those same customers will begin asking questions. And when that happens, I’ll be minus one business and you’ll be back where you belong.”<br /> <br /> Men fell at her feet and begged her to stay. They didn’t cross a room, full of righteous indignation, and lecture her. How dare he?<br /> <br /> “Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?”<br /> <br /> “The person who owns this bar, that’s who. You want to work here, you follow my rules.”<br /> <br /> “I make the rules, Damien. I don’t follow them.”<br /> <br /> “You’ll follow mine or you can leave right now. The choice is yours.”<br /> <br /> He’d reached the other side of the counter now. Lust and anger rolled off him in waves. The combination was intoxicating, but he was only a man. Forcing her breathing to slow down, she weighed her options again. There were only two choices. Play along for now, or find another place to hide. Damien was one of the sexiest men she’d ever met. The fact he wanted her to leave made her more determined to win him over.<br /> <br /> Lowering her eyes, she also toned down her voice. “I made a mistake, Damien. It won’t happen again.”<br /> <br /> “You’re damn right it won’t because I want you gone. Tonight.”<br /> <br /> As a demon, she’d never met a man she couldn’t persuade to do her bidding. She seduced mortals into signing away their souls using her body and her looks, and no man had ever dismissed her from his life as Damien was doing now. A bar owner in a one-horse town should be no challenge at all for her. What was so different about him? Why was he immune to her charms?<br /> <br /> “You don’t mean that.” She held his gaze steady.<br /> <br /> He faltered for just a second, breaking eye contact. “Stop that shit, Teresa. I know what you’re trying to do.”<br /> <br /> Was that all it would take for him to let her stay, to seduce him? That shouldn’t be a problem. The sudden realization he wasn’t immune to her powers of seduction gave Teresa such a thrill she decided to change tactics. Why argue with him about who made the rules when all she had to do was get him into bed?<br /> She smiled and hopped up on the bar, giving him a nice eyeful of her hot pink thong as she swung her legs around. As she slid off the other side and inched toward him, he took a step back. Several emotions crossed his chiseled face, competing for control. “Stop what shit, Damien? Do I really need to use my powers to seduce you? You wanted me from the second you saw me in the bathroom.”<br /> <br /> “You can’t solve this with sex.”<br /> <br /> His voice was husky and unsure. Beads of sweat broke out along his hairline. His soft, wavy hair that she wanted to run her fingers through and bury her nose in.<br /> “Sex solves everything, Damien.” She closed the gap between them until they were only inches apart. His eyes were intense, searching. He was hanging on by a thread, and the realization she was that close excited her to the point of physical pain. “Sex is the great leveler between two people.”<br /> <br /> “Is that all you want? To seduce me?”<br /> <br /> “Would that be so terrible?” She took another step closer and ran a finger from the pulse at the base of his throat down his shirt, stopping at his navel. He drew in a sharp breath as tiny beads of sweat broke out along his upper lip. His full, thick lips that begged to be kissed.<br /> <br /> “If you want me to leave, then so be it. But there’s nothing to stop us from having some fun first, is there?”<br /> <br /> His face twisted into a mask of pain and confusion.” Dammit, Teresa I’m not immune to you, okay? But I know how to fight it because I’ve been there before. I want you to leave.”<br /> <br /> “Liar.”<br /> <br /> “Please get out of here,” he whispered.<br /> <br /> “One night.” She ran her hands over his chest, enjoying the contrast between his rippling muscles and the soft cotton shirt. “Just one, and then I’ll leave and you’ll never see me again.”<br /> <br /> “Why do you have to prove yourself?”<br /> <br /> Teresa rubbed her fingers over his nipples under the fabric and he groaned. “I’m not trying to prove anything. I just want to fuck you.”<br /> <br /> “Damn you,” he whispered.<br /> <br /> She smiled. “Too late.”<br /> <br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Playing_For_Keeps-Seduced_By_A_Demon_Book_3&diff=117683 2011-11-12T22:12:27Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: Created page with &quot;{{DEFAULTSORT:Playing For Keeps-Seduced By A Demon Book 3}} Category:Erotic Romance '''Playing For Keep''' is an ''Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense novella'' by [[Car...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Playing For Keeps-Seduced By A Demon Book 3}}<br /> <br /> [[Category:Erotic Romance]] <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Playing For Keep''' is an ''Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense novella'' by [[Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:PFK_MD.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Hunted by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> '''Damien Walker has just hired a sexy new bartender, and landed himself trouble, with a capital 'T'.<br /> <br /> Teresa's on the run, but from something more sinister than human law. She's a demon on the lam from Hell, trying to hide away in this sleepy town. A job in Damien's bar seems the perfect cover. He doesn't ask questions and he's great eye-candy too. What could be better?<br /> <br /> But Teresa isn't the only one with a secret identity and a past they'd rather not remember. Damien knows exactly who and what she is because he's hunted demons before and old habits die hard.<br /> <br /> What's a Nephilim bounty hunter to do when one white-hot little devil walks into his bar and turns his quiet life upside down? She's a complication he could do without. She's also irresistible.<br /> <br /> So she wants to cause him trouble? That's nothing compared to what he can do to her.'''<br /> <br /> '''Excerpt:<br /> <br /> He strolled toward her, moving slowly like a large cat. It was easy to imagine him as a panther. Dark, deadly, striking when least expected. The fact he was drop-dead gorgeous only enhanced the image. There was no way to stop her traitorous body from responding to his sultry moves. Her pussy was suddenly wet and her tank top felt way too tight. Images of fucking him silly on one of the tables in the bar flitted through her mind.<br /> <br /> Instead of walking around behind the bar, he sat at the closest table and put his chin in his hands, still studying her face. “Before I tell you how I know, tell me why you’re hiding.”<br /> <br /> She shook her head. “It doesn’t work that way, Damien. I took a chance coming in here tonight, trusting humans. I get to choose how much to reveal and when, not you.”<br /> <br /> He stood up so quickly the chair fell backwards. “Who the hell do you think you are? I’ve known demons, Teresa. They don’t take the kind of risks you did tonight. You don’t seem stupid so that only leaves careless.”<br /> <br /> His words stung but there was truth in them. She was careless. Had been for as long as she could remember, but it hurt to hear someone say it out loud.<br /> <br /> “My customers are loyal to me and they lied tonight for my sake, not yours.” He took several strides toward her, his dark eyes flashing. “But don’t think for one minute I’m going to let you throw people around my bar every night. Sooner or later those same customers will begin asking questions. And when that happens, I’ll be minus one business and you’ll be back where you belong.”<br /> <br /> Men fell at her feet and begged her to stay. They didn’t cross a room, full of righteous indignation, and lecture her. How dare he?<br /> <br /> “Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?”<br /> <br /> “The person who owns this bar, that’s who. You want to work here, you follow my rules.”<br /> <br /> “I make the rules, Damien. I don’t follow them.”<br /> <br /> “You’ll follow mine or you can leave right now. The choice is yours.”<br /> <br /> He’d reached the other side of the counter now. Lust and anger rolled off him in waves. The combination was intoxicating, but he was only a man. Forcing her breathing to slow down, she weighed her options again. There were only two choices. Play along for now, or find another place to hide. Damien was one of the sexiest men she’d ever met. The fact he wanted her to leave made her more determined to win him over.<br /> <br /> Lowering her eyes, she also toned down her voice. “I made a mistake, Damien. It won’t happen again.”<br /> <br /> “You’re damn right it won’t because I want you gone. Tonight.”<br /> <br /> As a demon, she’d never met a man she couldn’t persuade to do her bidding. She seduced mortals into signing away their souls using her body and her looks, and no man had ever dismissed her from his life as Damien was doing now. A bar owner in a one-horse town should be no challenge at all for her. What was so different about him? Why was he immune to her charms?<br /> <br /> “You don’t mean that.” She held his gaze steady.<br /> <br /> He faltered for just a second, breaking eye contact. “Stop that shit, Teresa. I know what you’re trying to do.”<br /> <br /> Was that all it would take for him to let her stay, to seduce him? That shouldn’t be a problem. The sudden realization he wasn’t immune to her powers of seduction gave Teresa such a thrill she decided to change tactics. Why argue with him about who made the rules when all she had to do was get him into bed?<br /> She smiled and hopped up on the bar, giving him a nice eyeful of her hot pink thong as she swung her legs around. As she slid off the other side and inched toward him, he took a step back. Several emotions crossed his chiseled face, competing for control. “Stop what shit, Damien? Do I really need to use my powers to seduce you? You wanted me from the second you saw me in the bathroom.”<br /> <br /> “You can’t solve this with sex.”<br /> <br /> His voice was husky and unsure. Beads of sweat broke out along his hairline. His soft, wavy hair that she wanted to run her fingers through and bury her nose in.<br /> “Sex solves everything, Damien.” She closed the gap between them until they were only inches apart. His eyes were intense, searching. He was hanging on by a thread, and the realization she was that close excited her to the point of physical pain. “Sex is the great leveler between two people.”<br /> <br /> “Is that all you want? To seduce me?”<br /> <br /> “Would that be so terrible?” She took another step closer and ran a finger from the pulse at the base of his throat down his shirt, stopping at his navel. He drew in a sharp breath as tiny beads of sweat broke out along his upper lip. His full, thick lips that begged to be kissed.<br /> <br /> “If you want me to leave, then so be it. But there’s nothing to stop us from having some fun first, is there?”<br /> <br /> His face twisted into a mask of pain and confusion.” Dammit, Teresa I’m not immune to you, okay? But I know how to fight it because I’ve been there before. I want you to leave.”<br /> <br /> “Liar.”<br /> <br /> “Please get out of here,” he whispered.<br /> <br /> “One night.” She ran her hands over his chest, enjoying the contrast between his rippling muscles and the soft cotton shirt. “Just one, and then I’ll leave and you’ll never see me again.”<br /> <br /> “Why do you have to prove yourself?”<br /> <br /> Teresa rubbed her fingers over his nipples under the fabric and he groaned. “I’m not trying to prove anything. I just want to fuck you.”<br /> <br /> “Damn you,” he whispered.<br /> <br /> She smiled. “Too late.”<br /> <br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Hunted-Seduced_By_A_Demon_Book_2&diff=117682 2011-11-12T22:08:46Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: Created page with &quot;{{DEFAULTSORT:Hunted-Seduced By A Demon Book 2}} Category:Erotic Romance '''Hunted''' is an ''Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense novella'' by Carolyn Rosewood ...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Hunted-Seduced By A Demon Book 2}}<br /> <br /> [[Category:Erotic Romance]] <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Hunted''' is an ''Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense novella'' by [[Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:Hunted_SM.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Hunted by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> '''Jahi Wickes has made forged documents and credit cards for the female demons who seduce men into signing away their souls. While enjoying the parades at Mardi Gras, she's ambushed by two angels. One is her former guardian angel, and the other is the Nephilim who’s tracking him.''''<br /> <br /> ''''Dagon has been chasing Vassago for three years. His first big break comes in the form of a cute, sexy demon. When he learns the real reason Vassago is hunting her, Dagon has more trouble than he bargained for. Not only was Vassago sent to guard souls in Purgatory after screwing up his assignment with Jahi, but the person who paid him to destroy her is one of her fellow demons.'''<br /> <br /> '''Excerpt:<br /> <br /> Jahi had only seen angels once before, the night before they walked her to the gallows in sixteen ninety-two. Scared the shit out of her when the pair appeared in her jail cell and asked if she was ready to face her maker. After she told them exactly how she suspected she’d be judged in Heaven, she sent them away. Jahi knew what she’d been in life, and she knew what she’d be in death.<br /> <br /> Why were angels here now, in Louisiana, and why was this creature called Vassago after her?<br /> <br /> The second angel clicked his fingers and a pair of dark metal cuffs appeared. Jahi flashed back to three years ago when similar cuffs, courtesy of the demon Mastema, had bound Faina’s wrists. A moan escaped her throat. The sudden thought they might not be angels after all turned her stomach hot with fear.<br /> <br /> Once again she tried to move or evaporate, but their magic held her fast. All she could do was watch both creatures struggle over the cuffs, still bellowing words she couldn’t comprehend. Vassago was stronger, and for a few seconds it looked like he’d be the one doing the cuffing. When the second creature had the upper hand once again, Vassago turned to look at her. If she still had blood that ran it would have gone stone cold. Jahi had never seen such hatred on any face, be it human, angel or demon.<br /> <br /> The creature holding the cuffs took advantage of the momentary distraction to lunge again. He raised the cuffs and Jahi tensed. Vassago opened his mouth and howled, just before disappearing in a blinding flash of purple.<br /> <br /> The one left holding the empty cuffs let out a roar, and fresh fear shot through her. Was he also after her? Her body trembled as he ranted and swung the cuffs around, the metal making hollow, clanking sounds. She dug her nails into her palms, determined not to moan again. She would not show this creature fear.<br /> <br /> When he finally stopped she tried again to evaporate but nothing happened.<br /> <br /> “Just stay right there. Don’t come any closer.” Her voice shook, betraying the brave words.<br /> <br /> The creature shook his head and the handcuffs faded, along with his wings. She watched in disbelief and fascination as his face lost its glow and took on the human form of a yummy male. Chiseled features, gorgeous full mouth, and warm hazel eyes. His hair lost its tight curl and unwound to wavy locks in a style any other contemporary human male might wear. The only thing that gave him away was the color. Jahi had never come across a human with hair the color of an iridescent wheat field on a summer day.<br /> <br /> She had a sudden urge to run her fingers through it. An image of her limbs wrapped around this man’s torso filled her mind, and she bit back a sigh.<br /> <br /> “I almost had him this time,” he said, holding out a hand. “We’d better get out of here. He might come back.”<br /> <br /> Jahi stared at his hand, picturing it stroking her breast as his captivating eyes bored into hers. She forced her gaze to those eyes. “What the hell is going on?”<br /> <br /> He laughed, showing straight white teeth. The sound trickled over Jahi like warm water. Getting turned on by an angel wasn’t exactly status quo for a demon, but damn he was gorgeous. What would it be like to make love to him?<br /> <br /> “That’s a good one,” he said, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes. “What the hell is going on?”<br /> <br /> “Right. Look, thanks for chasing away the bad guy for me but I’m outta here.” She tried to move but her limbs were still frozen. Part of her was actually glad. He was so hot her brain cells were melting. Maybe he’d hold her in place with angel magic while he took her, right here on the floor?<br /> <br /> “Sorry, but you’re not going anywhere without me.”<br /> <br /> “Who are you?”<br /> <br /> “Oh, sorry. Where are my manners?” He bowed, and the gesture was so over-the-top she almost laughed. “Dagon, fallen angel, at your service.”<br /> <br /> “Fallen, eh? What did you do? Forget to replace the gold-leaf toilet paper in the bathrooms?”<br /> <br /> “Nah, that’s the Seraphim’s job. Mine is to track nasties like our friend Vassago.”<br /> <br /> “What is he?”<br /> <br /> Dagon frowned. “This is rather embarrassing, especially considering you’re a… at least I think you are.”<br /> <br /> “A what?”<br /> <br /> “A demon,” he whispered, glancing around with mock concern. “I’m not supposed to say it out loud.”<br /> <br /> “Why is it embarrassing?”<br /> <br /> “Vassago is a fallen angel, like me. It’s embarrassing to admit to a demon that we have to hunt one of our own.”<br /> <br /> Her eyes roamed over his jeans and polo shirt. The clothes fit his muscled body as if they’d been made for him alone. Long legs, trim waist, broad shoulders. He looked like he’d stepped off the streets of any city in the USA. If she hadn’t seen the glow and the wings she’d swear he was merely a freaking hot human male. “You’re not what I expected from an angel. You seem more like a college coed trying to pick up a girl in a bar.”<br /> <br /> “Is that an invitation?” His voice was low, sexy, inviting.<br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Carolyn_Rosewood&diff=117681 2011-11-12T22:06:43Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: /* Fiction */</p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Rosewood, Carolyn}} [[Category:Authors - R]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Carolyn Rosewood''' writes Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:PFK_MD.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Playing For Keeps by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> == Bio ==<br /> <br /> Carolyn Rosewood read her first romance novel at age 19 and was hooked. But it took a devastating tornado in her city to spur her into action. Realizing everything can change in an instant, she also realized if she didn't pursue her dream of being a published romance writer, it would never come true.<br /> <br /> She joined the Romance Writers of America, and in 2010 attended her first writing conference, their National Conference in Orlando Florida. It changed her life, and lit a fire that's still burning. Carolyn has also written contemporary romance, but she's drawn to the spicy paranormal stories and loves writing them.<br /> <br /> She's a PRO member of the RWA, and serves as Treasurer for the Nashville Tennessee RWA chapter, the Music City Romance Writers. She's also a member of Passionate Ink, an online RWA chapter. Married to her real life hero, they have a daughter in college and a cat named Shadow who loves to watch Carolyn type.<br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> *[https://www.facebook.com/CarolynRosewood Carolyn Rosewood on Facebook]<br /> <br /> *[https://twitter.com/#!/CarolynRosewood Carolyn Rosewood on Twitter]<br /> <br /> *[http://evernightpublishing.blogspot.com/ Evernight Publishing Blog]<br /> <br /> *[http://otherworlddiner.blogspot.com/ The Otherworld Diner]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thelastsoul-543242-140.html Carolyn Rosewood at All Romance E-Books]<br /> <br /> *[http://www.bookstrand.com/the-last-soul Carolyn Rosewood at Bookstrand]<br /> <br /> *[http://1placeforromance.com/index.php?column=author&amp;searchMe=Carolyn%20Rosewood&amp;_a=viewCat Carolyn Rosewood at 1Place For Romance]<br /> <br /> *[http://manicreaders.com/index.cfm?disp=bookDetail&amp;bookid=13871 Carolyn Rosewood at Manic Readers]<br /> <br /> *[http://www.amazon.com/Carolyn-Rosewood/e/B004XCADSU/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1 Carolyn Rosewood at Amazon.com]<br /> <br /> == Books ==<br /> === Fiction ===<br /> *''[[Playing For Keeps-Seduced By A Demon Book 3|PLAYING FOR KEEPS]]'' - 2011 ([[Evernight Publishing]])<br /> <br /> ‎* ''[[Midnight Seduction]]'' Anthology - Coming October 2011 - ''GHOST OF A CHANCE'' ([[Evernight Publishing]])<br /> <br /> *''[[Hunted-Seduced By A Demon Book 2|HUNTED]]'' - 2011 ([[Evernight Publishing]])<br /> <br /> *''[[Haunted Heart|HAUNTED HEART]]'' - 2011 ([[Etopia Press]])<br /> <br /> *''[[The Last Soul-Seduced By A Demon Book 1|THE LAST SOUL]]'' - 2011 ([[Evernight Publishing]])</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=The_Last_Soul&diff=117680 2011-11-12T22:05:16Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: </p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:The Last Soul-Seduced By A Demon Book 1}}<br /> <br /> [[Category:Erotic Romance]] <br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Last Soul''' is an ''Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense novella'' by [[Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:TLS LG 89779 std.jpg|200px|thumb|left|The Last Soul by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> '''Faina has been dead for one hundred and fifty years, but she’s about to become human again. All she has to do is seduce Jace Blackmon, the most honest financier ever to grace the city of angels, into signing away his soul.'''<br /> <br /> '''Jace Blackmon has fallen in love with his fantasy woman. But when he realizes she was tricked by a demon to bring about his ruin, including the revelation of a long-buried secret to the media, he must choose between his heart or life without her.'''<br /> <br /> '''Excerpt:<br /> <br /> Faina donned a Betsey Johnson flowered dress and wedge sandals, then materialized a few blocks from where Jace worked.<br /> <br /> It felt so good to be outdoors. The warm air was soothing, the traffic noises and bustling crowds reminding her of New York City. Faina didn’t often get nostalgic for her human life, but today she did. If she succeeded in this mission, she’d be human again. Warm weather, noisy crowds and city life would be her reality, not simply the realm in which she was allowed to work.<br /> <br /> Unless Mastema had tricked her. No. She wouldn’t think about that now. She had a job to do. She took her time, peering in shop windows and trying to look like just another California trust fund babe out for a stroll on a bright summer day. The fact nearly every man pounding the pavement tripped over his own two feet as she strolled past wasn’t lost on her. She didn’t have the baby face, long blonde curls, and legs up to there for nothing.<br /> <br /> She avoided eye contact. It was enough to leave them with her scent, they’d have trouble getting it out of their head for weeks, but to look them in the eyes would be downright cruel. Even when she’d been alive all she’d had to do was turn her baby blues in a man’s direction and he followed her around like a dog in heat. She’d made more money for Madame Lily during her first six months than most of her girls made over the course of two years.<br /> <br /> As she made her way to the entrance of the 770 Wilshire Building, she caught a whiff of burned toast. She ducked into the nearest shop and pressed her nose to the plate glass window, scanning the crowd for a familiar face. She’d only seen Mastema appear once in human form. He’d looked ridiculous dressed in a long coat and cowboy hat on the streets of Aurora Nebraska, population four thousand two hundred and twenty-five as of last year. His bad-boy Western get-up would have been more appropriate for Arizona in the late nineteenth century.<br /> <br /> Either Mastema hadn’t been the demon she smelled or he’d already evaporated. The sidewalks were filled with six foot blondes and men who looked like they walked off the cover of GQ. Not a weird outfit or menacing swagger in sight.<br /> <br /> “Help you, Miss? You need mani and pedi today? We have new summer colors look perfect on you.”<br /> <br /> Faina whirled around to face the ancient Vietnamese woman. She’d ducked into a nail salon. Her senses had been so focused on the burnt toast smell and Mastema’s human form she hadn’t noticed the acrid smell of nail polish.<br /> <br /> “No, not today. I’m sorry. I’ve got to go.”<br /> <br /> Faina opened the door and strode to the parking garage entrance of the building. On the way a clock struck five. The smell of burnt toast wafted from a nearby taco stand. Had that been what she smelled? Tacos? She was jumping at shadows. That wasn’t like her.<br /> <br /> She made her way to Jace’s sports car by visualizing it. As the flood of workers poured into the garage, she hoped Jace would stay calm when he saw her. She was taking a risk as there would be plenty of witnesses if he wigged out.<br /> <br /> He was busy scrolling through messages on his phone as he sauntered to his car, and didn’t see her until she stepped in front of him as he was about to open the door.<br /> <br /> “Oh Jesus. Holy fu—” His warm brown eyes opened wide and he visibly swallowed. “How did you... you’re real. Holy shit.”<br /> <br /> “Get in your car, Jace. People are staring. One of them looks like he’s going to take a picture with his cell.”<br /> <br /> The lie snapped him out of his trance. He unlocked the doors and she slid into the passenger seat. “Start the car but don’t move yet.”<br /> <br /> He stared straight ahead as the engine roared to life. Beads of sweat pooled at his hairline. She could hear his heart pounding. When she reached up to wipe his forehead he moaned. “It’s all right, Jace. Just try to relax.”<br /> <br /> “I don’t understand.” His voice shook.<br /> <br /> “You don’t need to. Wait until the garage clears out a bit. Then we’ll leave.”<br /> <br /> “I... I have a dinner date. A family friend. I have to go. I don’t want to but… I… I should.”<br /> <br /> “Do you want me to leave?”<br /> <br /> He looked into her eyes with the most desperate longing she’d ever seen on a human face. A flash of apprehension shivered down her spine, unbalancing her. She was going to hurt him. Badly. He’d lose everything. His home, the Foundation, his dinner date, maybe even this fancy sports car. And some kid wouldn’t have a place to sleep on a cold, winter night, or a youth group to keep him off the streets.<br /> <br /> The men she brought to Mastema were bad-to-the-bone to begin with. They just needed a little help to push them in the right direction. The inevitable direction, as he liked to call it. But Jace Blackmon was a good guy.<br /> <br /> Then why does Apollyon want him? But what if he didn’t want Jace? What if Jahi was right and Mastema had forged the contract?<br /> <br /> “Faina.” His whisper pulled her back to the present. Until she had proof to the contrary, it was Jace’s soul or her eternal torment as one of Mastema’s sex slaves. This was self-preservation. Nothing more.<br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Carolyn_Rosewood&diff=117679 2011-11-12T22:03:30Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: /* Fiction */</p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Rosewood, Carolyn}} [[Category:Authors - R]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Carolyn Rosewood''' writes Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:PFK_MD.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Playing For Keeps by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> == Bio ==<br /> <br /> Carolyn Rosewood read her first romance novel at age 19 and was hooked. But it took a devastating tornado in her city to spur her into action. Realizing everything can change in an instant, she also realized if she didn't pursue her dream of being a published romance writer, it would never come true.<br /> <br /> She joined the Romance Writers of America, and in 2010 attended her first writing conference, their National Conference in Orlando Florida. It changed her life, and lit a fire that's still burning. Carolyn has also written contemporary romance, but she's drawn to the spicy paranormal stories and loves writing them.<br /> <br /> She's a PRO member of the RWA, and serves as Treasurer for the Nashville Tennessee RWA chapter, the Music City Romance Writers. She's also a member of Passionate Ink, an online RWA chapter. Married to her real life hero, they have a daughter in college and a cat named Shadow who loves to watch Carolyn type.<br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> *[https://www.facebook.com/CarolynRosewood Carolyn Rosewood on Facebook]<br /> <br /> *[https://twitter.com/#!/CarolynRosewood Carolyn Rosewood on Twitter]<br /> <br /> *[http://evernightpublishing.blogspot.com/ Evernight Publishing Blog]<br /> <br /> *[http://otherworlddiner.blogspot.com/ The Otherworld Diner]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thelastsoul-543242-140.html Carolyn Rosewood at All Romance E-Books]<br /> <br /> *[http://www.bookstrand.com/the-last-soul Carolyn Rosewood at Bookstrand]<br /> <br /> *[http://1placeforromance.com/index.php?column=author&amp;searchMe=Carolyn%20Rosewood&amp;_a=viewCat Carolyn Rosewood at 1Place For Romance]<br /> <br /> *[http://manicreaders.com/index.cfm?disp=bookDetail&amp;bookid=13871 Carolyn Rosewood at Manic Readers]<br /> <br /> *[http://www.amazon.com/Carolyn-Rosewood/e/B004XCADSU/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1 Carolyn Rosewood at Amazon.com]<br /> <br /> == Books ==<br /> === Fiction ===<br /> *''[[Playing For Keeps|PLAYING FOR KEEPS]]'' - 2011 ([[Evernight Publishing]])<br /> <br /> ‎* ''[[Midnight Seduction]]'' Anthology - Coming October 2011 - ''GHOST OF A CHANCE'' ([[Evernight Publishing]])<br /> <br /> *''[[Hunted|HUNTED-Seduced By A Demon Book 2]]'' - 2011 ([[Evernight Publishing]])<br /> <br /> *''[[Haunted Heart|HAUNTED HEART]]'' - 2011 ([[Etopia Press]])<br /> <br /> *''[[The Last Soul|THE LAST SOUL]]'' - 2011 ([[Evernight Publishing]])</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Hunted_-_Carolyn_Rosewood&diff=117678 2011-11-12T22:00:44Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: </p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Hunted-Seduced By A Demon Book 2}}<br /> <br /> [[Category:Erotic Romance]] <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Hunted''' is an ''Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense novella'' by [[Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:Hunted_SM.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Hunted by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> '''Jahi Wickes has made forged documents and credit cards for the female demons who seduce men into signing away their souls. While enjoying the parades at Mardi Gras, she's ambushed by two angels. One is her former guardian angel, and the other is the Nephilim who’s tracking him.''''<br /> <br /> ''''Dagon has been chasing Vassago for three years. His first big break comes in the form of a cute, sexy demon. When he learns the real reason Vassago is hunting her, Dagon has more trouble than he bargained for. Not only was Vassago sent to guard souls in Purgatory after screwing up his assignment with Jahi, but the person who paid him to destroy her is one of her fellow demons.'''<br /> <br /> '''Excerpt:<br /> <br /> Jahi had only seen angels once before, the night before they walked her to the gallows in sixteen ninety-two. Scared the shit out of her when the pair appeared in her jail cell and asked if she was ready to face her maker. After she told them exactly how she suspected she’d be judged in Heaven, she sent them away. Jahi knew what she’d been in life, and she knew what she’d be in death.<br /> <br /> Why were angels here now, in Louisiana, and why was this creature called Vassago after her?<br /> <br /> The second angel clicked his fingers and a pair of dark metal cuffs appeared. Jahi flashed back to three years ago when similar cuffs, courtesy of the demon Mastema, had bound Faina’s wrists. A moan escaped her throat. The sudden thought they might not be angels after all turned her stomach hot with fear.<br /> <br /> Once again she tried to move or evaporate, but their magic held her fast. All she could do was watch both creatures struggle over the cuffs, still bellowing words she couldn’t comprehend. Vassago was stronger, and for a few seconds it looked like he’d be the one doing the cuffing. When the second creature had the upper hand once again, Vassago turned to look at her. If she still had blood that ran it would have gone stone cold. Jahi had never seen such hatred on any face, be it human, angel or demon.<br /> <br /> The creature holding the cuffs took advantage of the momentary distraction to lunge again. He raised the cuffs and Jahi tensed. Vassago opened his mouth and howled, just before disappearing in a blinding flash of purple.<br /> <br /> The one left holding the empty cuffs let out a roar, and fresh fear shot through her. Was he also after her? Her body trembled as he ranted and swung the cuffs around, the metal making hollow, clanking sounds. She dug her nails into her palms, determined not to moan again. She would not show this creature fear.<br /> <br /> When he finally stopped she tried again to evaporate but nothing happened.<br /> <br /> “Just stay right there. Don’t come any closer.” Her voice shook, betraying the brave words.<br /> <br /> The creature shook his head and the handcuffs faded, along with his wings. She watched in disbelief and fascination as his face lost its glow and took on the human form of a yummy male. Chiseled features, gorgeous full mouth, and warm hazel eyes. His hair lost its tight curl and unwound to wavy locks in a style any other contemporary human male might wear. The only thing that gave him away was the color. Jahi had never come across a human with hair the color of an iridescent wheat field on a summer day.<br /> <br /> She had a sudden urge to run her fingers through it. An image of her limbs wrapped around this man’s torso filled her mind, and she bit back a sigh.<br /> <br /> “I almost had him this time,” he said, holding out a hand. “We’d better get out of here. He might come back.”<br /> <br /> Jahi stared at his hand, picturing it stroking her breast as his captivating eyes bored into hers. She forced her gaze to those eyes. “What the hell is going on?”<br /> <br /> He laughed, showing straight white teeth. The sound trickled over Jahi like warm water. Getting turned on by an angel wasn’t exactly status quo for a demon, but damn he was gorgeous. What would it be like to make love to him?<br /> <br /> “That’s a good one,” he said, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes. “What the hell is going on?”<br /> <br /> “Right. Look, thanks for chasing away the bad guy for me but I’m outta here.” She tried to move but her limbs were still frozen. Part of her was actually glad. He was so hot her brain cells were melting. Maybe he’d hold her in place with angel magic while he took her, right here on the floor?<br /> <br /> “Sorry, but you’re not going anywhere without me.”<br /> <br /> “Who are you?”<br /> <br /> “Oh, sorry. Where are my manners?” He bowed, and the gesture was so over-the-top she almost laughed. “Dagon, fallen angel, at your service.”<br /> <br /> “Fallen, eh? What did you do? Forget to replace the gold-leaf toilet paper in the bathrooms?”<br /> <br /> “Nah, that’s the Seraphim’s job. Mine is to track nasties like our friend Vassago.”<br /> <br /> “What is he?”<br /> <br /> Dagon frowned. “This is rather embarrassing, especially considering you’re a… at least I think you are.”<br /> <br /> “A what?”<br /> <br /> “A demon,” he whispered, glancing around with mock concern. “I’m not supposed to say it out loud.”<br /> <br /> “Why is it embarrassing?”<br /> <br /> “Vassago is a fallen angel, like me. It’s embarrassing to admit to a demon that we have to hunt one of our own.”<br /> <br /> Her eyes roamed over his jeans and polo shirt. The clothes fit his muscled body as if they’d been made for him alone. Long legs, trim waist, broad shoulders. He looked like he’d stepped off the streets of any city in the USA. If she hadn’t seen the glow and the wings she’d swear he was merely a freaking hot human male. “You’re not what I expected from an angel. You seem more like a college coed trying to pick up a girl in a bar.”<br /> <br /> “Is that an invitation?” His voice was low, sexy, inviting.<br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Carolyn_Rosewood&diff=117677 2011-11-12T21:56:08Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: /* Fiction */</p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Rosewood, Carolyn}} [[Category:Authors - R]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Carolyn Rosewood''' writes Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:PFK_MD.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Playing For Keeps by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> == Bio ==<br /> <br /> Carolyn Rosewood read her first romance novel at age 19 and was hooked. But it took a devastating tornado in her city to spur her into action. Realizing everything can change in an instant, she also realized if she didn't pursue her dream of being a published romance writer, it would never come true.<br /> <br /> She joined the Romance Writers of America, and in 2010 attended her first writing conference, their National Conference in Orlando Florida. It changed her life, and lit a fire that's still burning. Carolyn has also written contemporary romance, but she's drawn to the spicy paranormal stories and loves writing them.<br /> <br /> She's a PRO member of the RWA, and serves as Treasurer for the Nashville Tennessee RWA chapter, the Music City Romance Writers. She's also a member of Passionate Ink, an online RWA chapter. Married to her real life hero, they have a daughter in college and a cat named Shadow who loves to watch Carolyn type.<br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> *[https://www.facebook.com/CarolynRosewood Carolyn Rosewood on Facebook]<br /> <br /> *[https://twitter.com/#!/CarolynRosewood Carolyn Rosewood on Twitter]<br /> <br /> *[http://evernightpublishing.blogspot.com/ Evernight Publishing Blog]<br /> <br /> *[http://otherworlddiner.blogspot.com/ The Otherworld Diner]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thelastsoul-543242-140.html Carolyn Rosewood at All Romance E-Books]<br /> <br /> *[http://www.bookstrand.com/the-last-soul Carolyn Rosewood at Bookstrand]<br /> <br /> *[http://1placeforromance.com/index.php?column=author&amp;searchMe=Carolyn%20Rosewood&amp;_a=viewCat Carolyn Rosewood at 1Place For Romance]<br /> <br /> *[http://manicreaders.com/index.cfm?disp=bookDetail&amp;bookid=13871 Carolyn Rosewood at Manic Readers]<br /> <br /> *[http://www.amazon.com/Carolyn-Rosewood/e/B004XCADSU/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1 Carolyn Rosewood at Amazon.com]<br /> <br /> == Books ==<br /> === Fiction ===<br /> *''[[Playing For Keeps|PLAYING FOR KEEPS]]'' - 2011 ([[Evernight Publishing]])<br /> <br /> ‎* ''[[Midnight Seduction]]'' Anthology - Coming October 2011 - ''GHOST OF A CHANCE'' ([[Evernight Publishing]])<br /> <br /> *''[[Hunted|HUNTED]]'' - 2011 ([[Evernight Publishing]])<br /> <br /> *''[[Haunted Heart|HAUNTED HEART]]'' - 2011 ([[Etopia Press]])<br /> <br /> *''[[The Last Soul|THE LAST SOUL]]'' - 2011 ([[Evernight Publishing]])</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Carolyn_Rosewood&diff=117676 2011-11-12T21:48:42Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: </p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Rosewood, Carolyn}} [[Category:Authors - R]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Carolyn Rosewood''' writes Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:PFK_MD.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Playing For Keeps by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> == Bio ==<br /> <br /> Carolyn Rosewood read her first romance novel at age 19 and was hooked. But it took a devastating tornado in her city to spur her into action. Realizing everything can change in an instant, she also realized if she didn't pursue her dream of being a published romance writer, it would never come true.<br /> <br /> She joined the Romance Writers of America, and in 2010 attended her first writing conference, their National Conference in Orlando Florida. It changed her life, and lit a fire that's still burning. Carolyn has also written contemporary romance, but she's drawn to the spicy paranormal stories and loves writing them.<br /> <br /> She's a PRO member of the RWA, and serves as Treasurer for the Nashville Tennessee RWA chapter, the Music City Romance Writers. She's also a member of Passionate Ink, an online RWA chapter. Married to her real life hero, they have a daughter in college and a cat named Shadow who loves to watch Carolyn type.<br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> *[https://www.facebook.com/CarolynRosewood Carolyn Rosewood on Facebook]<br /> <br /> *[https://twitter.com/#!/CarolynRosewood Carolyn Rosewood on Twitter]<br /> <br /> *[http://evernightpublishing.blogspot.com/ Evernight Publishing Blog]<br /> <br /> *[http://otherworlddiner.blogspot.com/ The Otherworld Diner]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thelastsoul-543242-140.html Carolyn Rosewood at All Romance E-Books]<br /> <br /> *[http://www.bookstrand.com/the-last-soul Carolyn Rosewood at Bookstrand]<br /> <br /> *[http://1placeforromance.com/index.php?column=author&amp;searchMe=Carolyn%20Rosewood&amp;_a=viewCat Carolyn Rosewood at 1Place For Romance]<br /> <br /> *[http://manicreaders.com/index.cfm?disp=bookDetail&amp;bookid=13871 Carolyn Rosewood at Manic Readers]<br /> <br /> *[http://www.amazon.com/Carolyn-Rosewood/e/B004XCADSU/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1 Carolyn Rosewood at Amazon.com]<br /> <br /> == Books ==<br /> === Fiction ===<br /> *''[[Hunted|HUNTED]]'' - 2011 ([[Evernight Publishing]])<br /> <br /> *''[[Haunted Heart|HAUNTED HEART]]'' - 2011 ([[Etopia Press]])<br /> <br /> *''[[The Last Soul|THE LAST SOUL]]'' - 2011 ([[Evernight Publishing]])<br /> <br /> ‎* ''[[Midnight Seduction]]'' Anthology - Coming October 2011 - ''GHOST OF A CHANCE'' ([[Evernight Publishing]])</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Carolyn_Rosewood&diff=117675 2011-11-12T21:48:21Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: </p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Rosewood, Carolyn}} [[Category:Authors - R]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Carolyn Rosewood''' writes Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:PFK_MD.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Hunted by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> == Bio ==<br /> <br /> Carolyn Rosewood read her first romance novel at age 19 and was hooked. But it took a devastating tornado in her city to spur her into action. Realizing everything can change in an instant, she also realized if she didn't pursue her dream of being a published romance writer, it would never come true.<br /> <br /> She joined the Romance Writers of America, and in 2010 attended her first writing conference, their National Conference in Orlando Florida. It changed her life, and lit a fire that's still burning. Carolyn has also written contemporary romance, but she's drawn to the spicy paranormal stories and loves writing them.<br /> <br /> She's a PRO member of the RWA, and serves as Treasurer for the Nashville Tennessee RWA chapter, the Music City Romance Writers. She's also a member of Passionate Ink, an online RWA chapter. Married to her real life hero, they have a daughter in college and a cat named Shadow who loves to watch Carolyn type.<br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> *[https://www.facebook.com/CarolynRosewood Carolyn Rosewood on Facebook]<br /> <br /> *[https://twitter.com/#!/CarolynRosewood Carolyn Rosewood on Twitter]<br /> <br /> *[http://evernightpublishing.blogspot.com/ Evernight Publishing Blog]<br /> <br /> *[http://otherworlddiner.blogspot.com/ The Otherworld Diner]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thelastsoul-543242-140.html Carolyn Rosewood at All Romance E-Books]<br /> <br /> *[http://www.bookstrand.com/the-last-soul Carolyn Rosewood at Bookstrand]<br /> <br /> *[http://1placeforromance.com/index.php?column=author&amp;searchMe=Carolyn%20Rosewood&amp;_a=viewCat Carolyn Rosewood at 1Place For Romance]<br /> <br /> *[http://manicreaders.com/index.cfm?disp=bookDetail&amp;bookid=13871 Carolyn Rosewood at Manic Readers]<br /> <br /> *[http://www.amazon.com/Carolyn-Rosewood/e/B004XCADSU/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1 Carolyn Rosewood at Amazon.com]<br /> <br /> == Books ==<br /> === Fiction ===<br /> *''[[Hunted|HUNTED]]'' - 2011 ([[Evernight Publishing]])<br /> <br /> *''[[Haunted Heart|HAUNTED HEART]]'' - 2011 ([[Etopia Press]])<br /> <br /> *''[[The Last Soul|THE LAST SOUL]]'' - 2011 ([[Evernight Publishing]])<br /> <br /> ‎* ''[[Midnight Seduction]]'' Anthology - Coming October 2011 - ''GHOST OF A CHANCE'' ([[Evernight Publishing]])</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Carolyn_Rosewood&diff=117674 2011-11-12T21:46:48Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: /* Bio */</p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Rosewood, Carolyn}} [[Category:Authors - R]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Carolyn Rosewood''' writes Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:Hunted_SM.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Hunted by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> == Bio ==<br /> <br /> Carolyn Rosewood read her first romance novel at age 19 and was hooked. But it took a devastating tornado in her city to spur her into action. Realizing everything can change in an instant, she also realized if she didn't pursue her dream of being a published romance writer, it would never come true.<br /> <br /> She joined the Romance Writers of America, and in 2010 attended her first writing conference, their National Conference in Orlando Florida. It changed her life, and lit a fire that's still burning. Carolyn has also written contemporary romance, but she's drawn to the spicy paranormal stories and loves writing them.<br /> <br /> She's a PRO member of the RWA, and serves as Treasurer for the Nashville Tennessee RWA chapter, the Music City Romance Writers. She's also a member of Passionate Ink, an online RWA chapter. Married to her real life hero, they have a daughter in college and a cat named Shadow who loves to watch Carolyn type.<br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> *[https://www.facebook.com/CarolynRosewood Carolyn Rosewood on Facebook]<br /> <br /> *[https://twitter.com/#!/CarolynRosewood Carolyn Rosewood on Twitter]<br /> <br /> *[http://evernightpublishing.blogspot.com/ Evernight Publishing Blog]<br /> <br /> *[http://otherworlddiner.blogspot.com/ The Otherworld Diner]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thelastsoul-543242-140.html Carolyn Rosewood at All Romance E-Books]<br /> <br /> *[http://www.bookstrand.com/the-last-soul Carolyn Rosewood at Bookstrand]<br /> <br /> *[http://1placeforromance.com/index.php?column=author&amp;searchMe=Carolyn%20Rosewood&amp;_a=viewCat Carolyn Rosewood at 1Place For Romance]<br /> <br /> *[http://manicreaders.com/index.cfm?disp=bookDetail&amp;bookid=13871 Carolyn Rosewood at Manic Readers]<br /> <br /> *[http://www.amazon.com/Carolyn-Rosewood/e/B004XCADSU/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1 Carolyn Rosewood at Amazon.com]<br /> <br /> == Books ==<br /> === Fiction ===<br /> *''[[Hunted|HUNTED]]'' - 2011 ([[Evernight Publishing]])<br /> <br /> *''[[Haunted Heart|HAUNTED HEART]]'' - 2011 ([[Etopia Press]])<br /> <br /> *''[[The Last Soul|THE LAST SOUL]]'' - 2011 ([[Evernight Publishing]])<br /> <br /> ‎* ''[[Midnight Seduction]]'' Anthology - Coming October 2011 - ''GHOST OF A CHANCE'' ([[Evernight Publishing]])</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=File:PFK_MD.jpg&diff=117673 2011-11-12T21:45:08Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: Playing For Keeps</p> <hr /> <div>Playing For Keeps</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Carolyn_Rosewood&diff=115974 2011-08-31T21:30:40Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: /* Fiction */</p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Rosewood, Carolyn}} [[Category:Authors - R]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Carolyn Rosewood''' writes Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:Hunted_SM.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Hunted by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> == Bio ==<br /> <br /> Carolyn Rosewood read her first romance novel at age 19 and was hooked. But it took a devastating tornado in her city to spur her into action. Realizing everything can change in an instant, she also realized if she didn't pursue her dream of being a published romance writer, it would never come true.<br /> <br /> She joined the Romance Writers of America, and last year attended her first writing conference, their National Conference in Orlando Florida. It changed her life, and lit a fire that's still burning. Carolyn has also written contemporary romance, but she's drawn to the spicy paranormal stories and loves writing them.<br /> <br /> She's a PRO member of the RWA, and serves as Treasurer for the Nashville Tennessee RWA chapter, the Music City Romance Writers. Married to her real life hero, they have a daughter in college and a cat named Shadow who loves to watch Carolyn type.<br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> *[https://www.facebook.com/CarolynRosewood Carolyn Rosewood on Facebook]<br /> <br /> *[https://twitter.com/#!/CarolynRosewood Carolyn Rosewood on Twitter]<br /> <br /> *[http://evernightpublishing.blogspot.com/ Evernight Publishing Blog]<br /> <br /> *[http://otherworlddiner.blogspot.com/ The Otherworld Diner]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thelastsoul-543242-140.html Carolyn Rosewood at All Romance E-Books]<br /> <br /> *[http://www.bookstrand.com/the-last-soul Carolyn Rosewood at Bookstrand]<br /> <br /> *[http://1placeforromance.com/index.php?column=author&amp;searchMe=Carolyn%20Rosewood&amp;_a=viewCat Carolyn Rosewood at 1Place For Romance]<br /> <br /> *[http://manicreaders.com/index.cfm?disp=bookDetail&amp;bookid=13871 Carolyn Rosewood at Manic Readers]<br /> <br /> *[http://www.amazon.com/Carolyn-Rosewood/e/B004XCADSU/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1 Carolyn Rosewood at Amazon.com]<br /> <br /> == Books ==<br /> === Fiction ===<br /> *''[[Hunted|HUNTED]]'' - 2011 ([[Evernight Publishing]])<br /> <br /> *''[[Haunted Heart|HAUNTED HEART]]'' - 2011 ([[Etopia Press]])<br /> <br /> *''[[The Last Soul|THE LAST SOUL]]'' - 2011 ([[Evernight Publishing]])<br /> <br /> ‎* ''[[Midnight Seduction]]'' Anthology - Coming October 2011 - ''GHOST OF A CHANCE'' ([[Evernight Publishing]])</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Carolyn_Rosewood&diff=115973 2011-08-31T21:29:24Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: /* Fiction */</p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Rosewood, Carolyn}} [[Category:Authors - R]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Carolyn Rosewood''' writes Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:Hunted_SM.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Hunted by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> == Bio ==<br /> <br /> Carolyn Rosewood read her first romance novel at age 19 and was hooked. But it took a devastating tornado in her city to spur her into action. Realizing everything can change in an instant, she also realized if she didn't pursue her dream of being a published romance writer, it would never come true.<br /> <br /> She joined the Romance Writers of America, and last year attended her first writing conference, their National Conference in Orlando Florida. It changed her life, and lit a fire that's still burning. Carolyn has also written contemporary romance, but she's drawn to the spicy paranormal stories and loves writing them.<br /> <br /> She's a PRO member of the RWA, and serves as Treasurer for the Nashville Tennessee RWA chapter, the Music City Romance Writers. Married to her real life hero, they have a daughter in college and a cat named Shadow who loves to watch Carolyn type.<br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> *[https://www.facebook.com/CarolynRosewood Carolyn Rosewood on Facebook]<br /> <br /> *[https://twitter.com/#!/CarolynRosewood Carolyn Rosewood on Twitter]<br /> <br /> *[http://evernightpublishing.blogspot.com/ Evernight Publishing Blog]<br /> <br /> *[http://otherworlddiner.blogspot.com/ The Otherworld Diner]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thelastsoul-543242-140.html Carolyn Rosewood at All Romance E-Books]<br /> <br /> *[http://www.bookstrand.com/the-last-soul Carolyn Rosewood at Bookstrand]<br /> <br /> *[http://1placeforromance.com/index.php?column=author&amp;searchMe=Carolyn%20Rosewood&amp;_a=viewCat Carolyn Rosewood at 1Place For Romance]<br /> <br /> *[http://manicreaders.com/index.cfm?disp=bookDetail&amp;bookid=13871 Carolyn Rosewood at Manic Readers]<br /> <br /> *[http://www.amazon.com/Carolyn-Rosewood/e/B004XCADSU/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1 Carolyn Rosewood at Amazon.com]<br /> <br /> == Books ==<br /> === Fiction ===<br /> *''[[Hunted|HUNTED]]'' - 2011 ([[Evernight Publishing]])<br /> <br /> *''[[Haunted Heart|HAUNTED HEART]]'' - 2011 ([[Etopia Press]])<br /> <br /> *''[[The Last Soul|THE LAST SOUL]]'' - 2011 ([[Evernight Publishing]])<br /> <br /> ‎* ''[[Midnight Seduction]]'' Anthology - Erotic short -''GHOST OF A CHANCE'' Coming October 2011</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Carolyn_Rosewood&diff=115972 2011-08-31T21:28:39Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: /* Fiction */</p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Rosewood, Carolyn}} [[Category:Authors - R]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Carolyn Rosewood''' writes Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:Hunted_SM.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Hunted by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> == Bio ==<br /> <br /> Carolyn Rosewood read her first romance novel at age 19 and was hooked. But it took a devastating tornado in her city to spur her into action. Realizing everything can change in an instant, she also realized if she didn't pursue her dream of being a published romance writer, it would never come true.<br /> <br /> She joined the Romance Writers of America, and last year attended her first writing conference, their National Conference in Orlando Florida. It changed her life, and lit a fire that's still burning. Carolyn has also written contemporary romance, but she's drawn to the spicy paranormal stories and loves writing them.<br /> <br /> She's a PRO member of the RWA, and serves as Treasurer for the Nashville Tennessee RWA chapter, the Music City Romance Writers. Married to her real life hero, they have a daughter in college and a cat named Shadow who loves to watch Carolyn type.<br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> *[https://www.facebook.com/CarolynRosewood Carolyn Rosewood on Facebook]<br /> <br /> *[https://twitter.com/#!/CarolynRosewood Carolyn Rosewood on Twitter]<br /> <br /> *[http://evernightpublishing.blogspot.com/ Evernight Publishing Blog]<br /> <br /> *[http://otherworlddiner.blogspot.com/ The Otherworld Diner]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thelastsoul-543242-140.html Carolyn Rosewood at All Romance E-Books]<br /> <br /> *[http://www.bookstrand.com/the-last-soul Carolyn Rosewood at Bookstrand]<br /> <br /> *[http://1placeforromance.com/index.php?column=author&amp;searchMe=Carolyn%20Rosewood&amp;_a=viewCat Carolyn Rosewood at 1Place For Romance]<br /> <br /> *[http://manicreaders.com/index.cfm?disp=bookDetail&amp;bookid=13871 Carolyn Rosewood at Manic Readers]<br /> <br /> *[http://www.amazon.com/Carolyn-Rosewood/e/B004XCADSU/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1 Carolyn Rosewood at Amazon.com]<br /> <br /> == Books ==<br /> === Fiction ===<br /> *''[[Hunted|HUNTED]]'' - 2011 ([[Evernight Publishing]])<br /> <br /> *''[[Haunted Heart|HAUNTED HEART]]'' - 2011 ([[Etopia Press]])<br /> <br /> *''[[The Last Soul|THE LAST SOUL]]'' - 2011 ([[Evernight Publishing]])<br /> <br /> ‎* ''[[Midnight Seduction]]'' Anthology - Short within -''GHOST OF A CHANCE'' Coming October 2011</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Carolyn_Rosewood&diff=114061 2011-07-17T14:03:37Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: </p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Rosewood, Carolyn}}&lt;!--fill in the last and first name of the author--&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:Authors - R]] &lt;!--fill in the initial of the author's last name in place of the XX--&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Carolyn Rosewood''' writes Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:Hunted_SM.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Hunted by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> &lt;!--You will have to upload a photo on another screen to use this area, if you do not upload a photo, you can not use this, so delete from the [[File to here--&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Bio ==<br /> <br /> Carolyn Rosewood read her first romance novel at age 19 and was hooked. But it took a devastating tornado in her city to spur her into action. Realizing everything can change in an instant, she also realized if she didn't pursue her dream of being a published romance writer, it would never come true.<br /> <br /> She joined the Romance Writers of America, and last year attended her first writing conference, their National Conference in Orlando Florida. It changed her life, and lit a fire that's still burning. Carolyn has also written contemporary romance, but she's drawn to the spicy paranormal stories and loves writing them.<br /> <br /> She's a PRO member of the RWA, and serves as Treasurer for the Nashville Tennessee RWA chapter, the Music City Romance Writers. Married to her real life hero, they have a daughter in college and a cat named Shadow who loves to watch Carolyn type.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> *[https://www.facebook.com/CarolynRosewood Carolyn Rosewood on Facebook]<br /> <br /> *[https://twitter.com/#!/CarolynRosewood Carolyn Rosewood on Twitter]<br /> <br /> *[http://evernightpublishing.blogspot.com/ Evernight Publishing Blog]<br /> <br /> *[http://otherworlddiner.blogspot.com/ The Otherworld Diner]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thelastsoul-543242-140.html Carolyn Rosewood at All Romance E-Books]<br /> <br /> *[http://www.bookstrand.com/the-last-soul Carolyn Rosewood at Bookstrand]<br /> <br /> *[http://1placeforromance.com/index.php?column=author&amp;searchMe=Carolyn%20Rosewood&amp;_a=viewCat Carolyn Rosewood at 1Place For Romance]<br /> <br /> *[http://manicreaders.com/index.cfm?disp=bookDetail&amp;bookid=13871 Carolyn Rosewood at Manic Readers]<br /> <br /> *[http://www.amazon.com/Carolyn-Rosewood/e/B004XCADSU/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1 Carolyn Rosewood at Amazon.com]<br /> <br /> == Books ==<br /> === Fiction ===<br /> *''[[HUNTED]]'' - 2011 ([[Evernight Publishing]])<br /> <br /> *''[[HAUNTED HEART]]'' - 2011 ([[Etopia Press]])<br /> <br /> *''[[THE LAST SOUL]]'' - 2011 ([[Evernight Publishing]])</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Hunted_-_Carolyn_Rosewood&diff=114059 2011-07-17T14:01:39Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: </p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Hunted}}<br /> <br /> [[Category:Erotic Romance]] <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Hunted''' is an ''Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense novella'' by [[Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:Hunted_SM.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Hunted by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> '''Jahi Wickes has made forged documents and credit cards for the female demons who seduce men into signing away their souls. While enjoying the parades at Mardi Gras, she's ambushed by two angels. One is her former guardian angel, and the other is the Nephilim who’s tracking him.''''<br /> <br /> ''''Dagon has been chasing Vassago for three years. His first big break comes in the form of a cute, sexy demon. When he learns the real reason Vassago is hunting her, Dagon has more trouble than he bargained for. Not only was Vassago sent to guard souls in Purgatory after screwing up his assignment with Jahi, but the person who paid him to destroy her is one of her fellow demons.'''<br /> <br /> '''Excerpt:<br /> <br /> Jahi had only seen angels once before, the night before they walked her to the gallows in sixteen ninety-two. Scared the shit out of her when the pair appeared in her jail cell and asked if she was ready to face her maker. After she told them exactly how she suspected she’d be judged in Heaven, she sent them away. Jahi knew what she’d been in life, and she knew what she’d be in death.<br /> <br /> Why were angels here now, in Louisiana, and why was this creature called Vassago after her?<br /> <br /> The second angel clicked his fingers and a pair of dark metal cuffs appeared. Jahi flashed back to three years ago when similar cuffs, courtesy of the demon Mastema, had bound Faina’s wrists. A moan escaped her throat. The sudden thought they might not be angels after all turned her stomach hot with fear.<br /> <br /> Once again she tried to move or evaporate, but their magic held her fast. All she could do was watch both creatures struggle over the cuffs, still bellowing words she couldn’t comprehend. Vassago was stronger, and for a few seconds it looked like he’d be the one doing the cuffing. When the second creature had the upper hand once again, Vassago turned to look at her. If she still had blood that ran it would have gone stone cold. Jahi had never seen such hatred on any face, be it human, angel or demon.<br /> <br /> The creature holding the cuffs took advantage of the momentary distraction to lunge again. He raised the cuffs and Jahi tensed. Vassago opened his mouth and howled, just before disappearing in a blinding flash of purple.<br /> <br /> The one left holding the empty cuffs let out a roar, and fresh fear shot through her. Was he also after her? Her body trembled as he ranted and swung the cuffs around, the metal making hollow, clanking sounds. She dug her nails into her palms, determined not to moan again. She would not show this creature fear.<br /> <br /> When he finally stopped she tried again to evaporate but nothing happened.<br /> <br /> “Just stay right there. Don’t come any closer.” Her voice shook, betraying the brave words.<br /> <br /> The creature shook his head and the handcuffs faded, along with his wings. She watched in disbelief and fascination as his face lost its glow and took on the human form of a yummy male. Chiseled features, gorgeous full mouth, and warm hazel eyes. His hair lost its tight curl and unwound to wavy locks in a style any other contemporary human male might wear. The only thing that gave him away was the color. Jahi had never come across a human with hair the color of an iridescent wheat field on a summer day.<br /> <br /> She had a sudden urge to run her fingers through it. An image of her limbs wrapped around this man’s torso filled her mind, and she bit back a sigh.<br /> <br /> “I almost had him this time,” he said, holding out a hand. “We’d better get out of here. He might come back.”<br /> <br /> Jahi stared at his hand, picturing it stroking her breast as his captivating eyes bored into hers. She forced her gaze to those eyes. “What the hell is going on?”<br /> <br /> He laughed, showing straight white teeth. The sound trickled over Jahi like warm water. Getting turned on by an angel wasn’t exactly status quo for a demon, but damn he was gorgeous. What would it be like to make love to him?<br /> <br /> “That’s a good one,” he said, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes. “What the hell is going on?”<br /> <br /> “Right. Look, thanks for chasing away the bad guy for me but I’m outta here.” She tried to move but her limbs were still frozen. Part of her was actually glad. He was so hot her brain cells were melting. Maybe he’d hold her in place with angel magic while he took her, right here on the floor?<br /> <br /> “Sorry, but you’re not going anywhere without me.”<br /> <br /> “Who are you?”<br /> <br /> “Oh, sorry. Where are my manners?” He bowed, and the gesture was so over-the-top she almost laughed. “Dagon, fallen angel, at your service.”<br /> <br /> “Fallen, eh? What did you do? Forget to replace the gold-leaf toilet paper in the bathrooms?”<br /> <br /> “Nah, that’s the Seraphim’s job. Mine is to track nasties like our friend Vassago.”<br /> <br /> “What is he?”<br /> <br /> Dagon frowned. “This is rather embarrassing, especially considering you’re a… at least I think you are.”<br /> <br /> “A what?”<br /> <br /> “A demon,” he whispered, glancing around with mock concern. “I’m not supposed to say it out loud.”<br /> <br /> “Why is it embarrassing?”<br /> <br /> “Vassago is a fallen angel, like me. It’s embarrassing to admit to a demon that we have to hunt one of our own.”<br /> <br /> Her eyes roamed over his jeans and polo shirt. The clothes fit his muscled body as if they’d been made for him alone. Long legs, trim waist, broad shoulders. He looked like he’d stepped off the streets of any city in the USA. If she hadn’t seen the glow and the wings she’d swear he was merely a freaking hot human male. “You’re not what I expected from an angel. You seem more like a college coed trying to pick up a girl in a bar.”<br /> <br /> “Is that an invitation?” His voice was low, sexy, inviting.<br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Hunted_-_Carolyn_Rosewood&diff=114057 2011-07-17T13:59:14Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: </p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Hunted}}<br /> <br /> [[Category:Erotic Romance]] <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Hunted''' is an ''Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense novella'' by [[Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:Hunted_SM.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Hunted by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> '''Jahi Wickes has made forged documents and credit cards for the female demons who seduce men into signing away their souls. While enjoying the parades at Mardi Gras, she's ambushed by two angels. One is her former guardian angel, and the other is the Nephilim who’s tracking him.<br /> <br /> Dagon has been chasing Vassago for three years. His first big break comes in the form of a cute, sexy demon. When he learns the real reason Vassago is hunting her, Dagon has more trouble than he bargained for. Not only was Vassago sent to guard souls in Purgatory after screwing up his assignment with Jahi, but the person who paid him to destroy her is one of her fellow demons.'''<br /> <br /> '''Excerpt:<br /> <br /> Jahi had only seen angels once before, the night before they walked her to the gallows in sixteen ninety-two. Scared the shit out of her when the pair appeared in her jail cell and asked if she was ready to face her maker. After she told them exactly how she suspected she’d be judged in Heaven, she sent them away. Jahi knew what she’d been in life, and she knew what she’d be in death.<br /> <br /> Why were angels here now, in Louisiana, and why was this creature called Vassago after her?<br /> <br /> The second angel clicked his fingers and a pair of dark metal cuffs appeared. Jahi flashed back to three years ago when similar cuffs, courtesy of the demon Mastema, had bound Faina’s wrists. A moan escaped her throat. The sudden thought they might not be angels after all turned her stomach hot with fear.<br /> <br /> Once again she tried to move or evaporate, but their magic held her fast. All she could do was watch both creatures struggle over the cuffs, still bellowing words she couldn’t comprehend. Vassago was stronger, and for a few seconds it looked like he’d be the one doing the cuffing. When the second creature had the upper hand once again, Vassago turned to look at her. If she still had blood that ran it would have gone stone cold. Jahi had never seen such hatred on any face, be it human, angel or demon.<br /> <br /> The creature holding the cuffs took advantage of the momentary distraction to lunge again. He raised the cuffs and Jahi tensed. Vassago opened his mouth and howled, just before disappearing in a blinding flash of purple.<br /> <br /> The one left holding the empty cuffs let out a roar, and fresh fear shot through her. Was he also after her? Her body trembled as he ranted and swung the cuffs around, the metal making hollow, clanking sounds. She dug her nails into her palms, determined not to moan again. She would not show this creature fear.<br /> <br /> When he finally stopped she tried again to evaporate but nothing happened.<br /> <br /> “Just stay right there. Don’t come any closer.” Her voice shook, betraying the brave words.<br /> <br /> The creature shook his head and the handcuffs faded, along with his wings. She watched in disbelief and fascination as his face lost its glow and took on the human form of a yummy male. Chiseled features, gorgeous full mouth, and warm hazel eyes. His hair lost its tight curl and unwound to wavy locks in a style any other contemporary human male might wear. The only thing that gave him away was the color. Jahi had never come across a human with hair the color of an iridescent wheat field on a summer day.<br /> <br /> She had a sudden urge to run her fingers through it. An image of her limbs wrapped around this man’s torso filled her mind, and she bit back a sigh.<br /> <br /> “I almost had him this time,” he said, holding out a hand. “We’d better get out of here. He might come back.”<br /> <br /> Jahi stared at his hand, picturing it stroking her breast as his captivating eyes bored into hers. She forced her gaze to those eyes. “What the hell is going on?”<br /> <br /> He laughed, showing straight white teeth. The sound trickled over Jahi like warm water. Getting turned on by an angel wasn’t exactly status quo for a demon, but damn he was gorgeous. What would it be like to make love to him?<br /> <br /> “That’s a good one,” he said, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes. “What the hell is going on?”<br /> <br /> “Right. Look, thanks for chasing away the bad guy for me but I’m outta here.” She tried to move but her limbs were still frozen. Part of her was actually glad. He was so hot her brain cells were melting. Maybe he’d hold her in place with angel magic while he took her, right here on the floor?<br /> <br /> “Sorry, but you’re not going anywhere without me.”<br /> <br /> “Who are you?”<br /> <br /> “Oh, sorry. Where are my manners?” He bowed, and the gesture was so over-the-top she almost laughed. “Dagon, fallen angel, at your service.”<br /> <br /> “Fallen, eh? What did you do? Forget to replace the gold-leaf toilet paper in the bathrooms?”<br /> <br /> “Nah, that’s the Seraphim’s job. Mine is to track nasties like our friend Vassago.”<br /> <br /> “What is he?”<br /> <br /> Dagon frowned. “This is rather embarrassing, especially considering you’re a… at least I think you are.”<br /> <br /> “A what?”<br /> <br /> “A demon,” he whispered, glancing around with mock concern. “I’m not supposed to say it out loud.”<br /> <br /> “Why is it embarrassing?”<br /> <br /> “Vassago is a fallen angel, like me. It’s embarrassing to admit to a demon that we have to hunt one of our own.”<br /> <br /> Her eyes roamed over his jeans and polo shirt. The clothes fit his muscled body as if they’d been made for him alone. Long legs, trim waist, broad shoulders. He looked like he’d stepped off the streets of any city in the USA. If she hadn’t seen the glow and the wings she’d swear he was merely a freaking hot human male. “You’re not what I expected from an angel. You seem more like a college coed trying to pick up a girl in a bar.”<br /> <br /> “Is that an invitation?” His voice was low, sexy, inviting.<br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Hunted_-_Carolyn_Rosewood&diff=114056 2011-07-17T13:58:37Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: </p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Hunted}}<br /> <br /> [[Category:Erotic Romance]] <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Hunted''' is an ''Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense novella'' by [[Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:Hunted_SM.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Hunted by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> '''Jahi Wickes has made forged documents and credit cards for the female demons who seduce men into signing away their souls. While enjoying the parades at Mardi Gras, she's ambushed by two angels. One is her former guardian angel, and the other is the Nephilim who’s tracking him.''''<br /> <br /> Dagon has been chasing Vassago for three years. His first big break comes in the form of a cute, sexy demon. When he learns the real reason Vassago is hunting her, Dagon has more trouble than he bargained for. Not only was Vassago sent to guard souls in Purgatory after screwing up his assignment with Jahi, but the person who paid him to destroy her is one of her fellow demons.'''<br /> <br /> '''Excerpt:<br /> <br /> Jahi had only seen angels once before, the night before they walked her to the gallows in sixteen ninety-two. Scared the shit out of her when the pair appeared in her jail cell and asked if she was ready to face her maker. After she told them exactly how she suspected she’d be judged in Heaven, she sent them away. Jahi knew what she’d been in life, and she knew what she’d be in death.<br /> <br /> Why were angels here now, in Louisiana, and why was this creature called Vassago after her?<br /> <br /> The second angel clicked his fingers and a pair of dark metal cuffs appeared. Jahi flashed back to three years ago when similar cuffs, courtesy of the demon Mastema, had bound Faina’s wrists. A moan escaped her throat. The sudden thought they might not be angels after all turned her stomach hot with fear.<br /> <br /> Once again she tried to move or evaporate, but their magic held her fast. All she could do was watch both creatures struggle over the cuffs, still bellowing words she couldn’t comprehend. Vassago was stronger, and for a few seconds it looked like he’d be the one doing the cuffing. When the second creature had the upper hand once again, Vassago turned to look at her. If she still had blood that ran it would have gone stone cold. Jahi had never seen such hatred on any face, be it human, angel or demon.<br /> <br /> The creature holding the cuffs took advantage of the momentary distraction to lunge again. He raised the cuffs and Jahi tensed. Vassago opened his mouth and howled, just before disappearing in a blinding flash of purple.<br /> <br /> The one left holding the empty cuffs let out a roar, and fresh fear shot through her. Was he also after her? Her body trembled as he ranted and swung the cuffs around, the metal making hollow, clanking sounds. She dug her nails into her palms, determined not to moan again. She would not show this creature fear.<br /> <br /> When he finally stopped she tried again to evaporate but nothing happened.<br /> <br /> “Just stay right there. Don’t come any closer.” Her voice shook, betraying the brave words.<br /> <br /> The creature shook his head and the handcuffs faded, along with his wings. She watched in disbelief and fascination as his face lost its glow and took on the human form of a yummy male. Chiseled features, gorgeous full mouth, and warm hazel eyes. His hair lost its tight curl and unwound to wavy locks in a style any other contemporary human male might wear. The only thing that gave him away was the color. Jahi had never come across a human with hair the color of an iridescent wheat field on a summer day.<br /> <br /> She had a sudden urge to run her fingers through it. An image of her limbs wrapped around this man’s torso filled her mind, and she bit back a sigh.<br /> <br /> “I almost had him this time,” he said, holding out a hand. “We’d better get out of here. He might come back.”<br /> <br /> Jahi stared at his hand, picturing it stroking her breast as his captivating eyes bored into hers. She forced her gaze to those eyes. “What the hell is going on?”<br /> <br /> He laughed, showing straight white teeth. The sound trickled over Jahi like warm water. Getting turned on by an angel wasn’t exactly status quo for a demon, but damn he was gorgeous. What would it be like to make love to him?<br /> <br /> “That’s a good one,” he said, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes. “What the hell is going on?”<br /> <br /> “Right. Look, thanks for chasing away the bad guy for me but I’m outta here.” She tried to move but her limbs were still frozen. Part of her was actually glad. He was so hot her brain cells were melting. Maybe he’d hold her in place with angel magic while he took her, right here on the floor?<br /> <br /> “Sorry, but you’re not going anywhere without me.”<br /> <br /> “Who are you?”<br /> <br /> “Oh, sorry. Where are my manners?” He bowed, and the gesture was so over-the-top she almost laughed. “Dagon, fallen angel, at your service.”<br /> <br /> “Fallen, eh? What did you do? Forget to replace the gold-leaf toilet paper in the bathrooms?”<br /> <br /> “Nah, that’s the Seraphim’s job. Mine is to track nasties like our friend Vassago.”<br /> <br /> “What is he?”<br /> <br /> Dagon frowned. “This is rather embarrassing, especially considering you’re a… at least I think you are.”<br /> <br /> “A what?”<br /> <br /> “A demon,” he whispered, glancing around with mock concern. “I’m not supposed to say it out loud.”<br /> <br /> “Why is it embarrassing?”<br /> <br /> “Vassago is a fallen angel, like me. It’s embarrassing to admit to a demon that we have to hunt one of our own.”<br /> <br /> Her eyes roamed over his jeans and polo shirt. The clothes fit his muscled body as if they’d been made for him alone. Long legs, trim waist, broad shoulders. He looked like he’d stepped off the streets of any city in the USA. If she hadn’t seen the glow and the wings she’d swear he was merely a freaking hot human male. “You’re not what I expected from an angel. You seem more like a college coed trying to pick up a girl in a bar.”<br /> <br /> “Is that an invitation?” His voice was low, sexy, inviting.<br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Hunted_-_Carolyn_Rosewood&diff=114055 2011-07-17T13:57:19Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: Created page with &quot;{{DEFAULTSORT:Hunted}} Category:Erotic Romance '''Hunted''' is an ''Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense novella'' by Carolyn Rosewood [[File:Hunted_SM.jpg|200px...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Hunted}}<br /> <br /> [[Category:Erotic Romance]] <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Hunted''' is an ''Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense novella'' by [[Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:Hunted_SM.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Hunted by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> '''Jahi Wickes has made forged documents and credit cards for the female demons who seduce men into signing away their souls. While enjoying the parades at Mardi Gras, she's ambushed by two angels. One is her former guardian angel, and the other is the Nephilim who’s tracking him.<br /> <br /> Dagon has been chasing Vassago for three years. His first big break comes in the form of a cute, sexy demon. When he learns the real reason Vassago is hunting her, Dagon has more trouble than he bargained for. Not only was Vassago sent to guard souls in Purgatory after screwing up his assignment with Jahi, but the person who paid him to destroy her is one of her fellow demons.'''<br /> <br /> '''Excerpt:<br /> <br /> Jahi had only seen angels once before, the night before they walked her to the gallows in sixteen ninety-two. Scared the shit out of her when the pair appeared in her jail cell and asked if she was ready to face her maker. After she told them exactly how she suspected she’d be judged in Heaven, she sent them away. Jahi knew what she’d been in life, and she knew what she’d be in death.<br /> <br /> Why were angels here now, in Louisiana, and why was this creature called Vassago after her?<br /> <br /> The second angel clicked his fingers and a pair of dark metal cuffs appeared. Jahi flashed back to three years ago when similar cuffs, courtesy of the demon Mastema, had bound Faina’s wrists. A moan escaped her throat. The sudden thought they might not be angels after all turned her stomach hot with fear.<br /> <br /> Once again she tried to move or evaporate, but their magic held her fast. All she could do was watch both creatures struggle over the cuffs, still bellowing words she couldn’t comprehend. Vassago was stronger, and for a few seconds it looked like he’d be the one doing the cuffing. When the second creature had the upper hand once again, Vassago turned to look at her. If she still had blood that ran it would have gone stone cold. Jahi had never seen such hatred on any face, be it human, angel or demon.<br /> <br /> The creature holding the cuffs took advantage of the momentary distraction to lunge again. He raised the cuffs and Jahi tensed. Vassago opened his mouth and howled, just before disappearing in a blinding flash of purple.<br /> <br /> The one left holding the empty cuffs let out a roar, and fresh fear shot through her. Was he also after her? Her body trembled as he ranted and swung the cuffs around, the metal making hollow, clanking sounds. She dug her nails into her palms, determined not to moan again. She would not show this creature fear.<br /> <br /> When he finally stopped she tried again to evaporate but nothing happened.<br /> <br /> “Just stay right there. Don’t come any closer.” Her voice shook, betraying the brave words.<br /> <br /> The creature shook his head and the handcuffs faded, along with his wings. She watched in disbelief and fascination as his face lost its glow and took on the human form of a yummy male. Chiseled features, gorgeous full mouth, and warm hazel eyes. His hair lost its tight curl and unwound to wavy locks in a style any other contemporary human male might wear. The only thing that gave him away was the color. Jahi had never come across a human with hair the color of an iridescent wheat field on a summer day.<br /> <br /> She had a sudden urge to run her fingers through it. An image of her limbs wrapped around this man’s torso filled her mind, and she bit back a sigh.<br /> <br /> “I almost had him this time,” he said, holding out a hand. “We’d better get out of here. He might come back.”<br /> <br /> Jahi stared at his hand, picturing it stroking her breast as his captivating eyes bored into hers. She forced her gaze to those eyes. “What the hell is going on?”<br /> <br /> He laughed, showing straight white teeth. The sound trickled over Jahi like warm water. Getting turned on by an angel wasn’t exactly status quo for a demon, but damn he was gorgeous. What would it be like to make love to him?<br /> <br /> “That’s a good one,” he said, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes. “What the hell is going on?”<br /> <br /> “Right. Look, thanks for chasing away the bad guy for me but I’m outta here.” She tried to move but her limbs were still frozen. Part of her was actually glad. He was so hot her brain cells were melting. Maybe he’d hold her in place with angel magic while he took her, right here on the floor?<br /> <br /> “Sorry, but you’re not going anywhere without me.”<br /> <br /> “Who are you?”<br /> <br /> “Oh, sorry. Where are my manners?” He bowed, and the gesture was so over-the-top she almost laughed. “Dagon, fallen angel, at your service.”<br /> <br /> “Fallen, eh? What did you do? Forget to replace the gold-leaf toilet paper in the bathrooms?”<br /> <br /> “Nah, that’s the Seraphim’s job. Mine is to track nasties like our friend Vassago.”<br /> <br /> “What is he?”<br /> <br /> Dagon frowned. “This is rather embarrassing, especially considering you’re a… at least I think you are.”<br /> <br /> “A what?”<br /> <br /> “A demon,” he whispered, glancing around with mock concern. “I’m not supposed to say it out loud.”<br /> <br /> “Why is it embarrassing?”<br /> <br /> “Vassago is a fallen angel, like me. It’s embarrassing to admit to a demon that we have to hunt one of our own.”<br /> <br /> Her eyes roamed over his jeans and polo shirt. The clothes fit his muscled body as if they’d been made for him alone. Long legs, trim waist, broad shoulders. He looked like he’d stepped off the streets of any city in the USA. If she hadn’t seen the glow and the wings she’d swear he was merely a freaking hot human male. “You’re not what I expected from an angel. You seem more like a college coed trying to pick up a girl in a bar.”<br /> <br /> “Is that an invitation?” His voice was low, sexy, inviting.<br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Carolyn_Rosewood&diff=114054 2011-07-17T13:52:55Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: /* Books */</p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Rosewood, Carolyn}}&lt;!--fill in the last and first name of the author--&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:Authors - R]] &lt;!--fill in the initial of the author's last name in place of the XX--&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Carolyn Rosewood''' writes Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:Haunted-Heart_Carolyn-Rosewood_200x300.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Haunted Heart by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> &lt;!--You will have to upload a photo on another screen to use this area, if you do not upload a photo, you can not use this, so delete from the [[File to here--&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Bio ==<br /> <br /> Carolyn Rosewood read her first romance novel at age 19 and was hooked. But it took a devastating tornado in her city to spur her into action. Realizing everything can change in an instant, she also realized if she didn't pursue her dream of being a published romance writer, it would never come true.<br /> <br /> She joined the Romance Writers of America, and last year attended her first writing conference, their National Conference in Orlando Florida. It changed her life, and lit a fire that's still burning. Carolyn has also written contemporary romance, but she's drawn to the spicy paranormal stories and loves writing them.<br /> <br /> She's a PRO member of the RWA, and serves as Treasurer for the Nashville Tennessee RWA chapter, the Music City Romance Writers. Married to her real life hero, they have a daughter in college and a cat named Shadow who loves to watch Carolyn type.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> *[https://www.facebook.com/CarolynRosewood Carolyn Rosewood on Facebook]<br /> <br /> *[https://twitter.com/#!/CarolynRosewood Carolyn Rosewood on Twitter]<br /> <br /> *[http://evernightpublishing.blogspot.com/ Evernight Publishing Blog]<br /> <br /> *[http://otherworlddiner.blogspot.com/ The Otherworld Diner]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thelastsoul-543242-140.html Carolyn Rosewood at All Romance E-Books]<br /> <br /> *[http://www.bookstrand.com/the-last-soul Carolyn Rosewood at Bookstrand]<br /> <br /> *[http://1placeforromance.com/index.php?column=author&amp;searchMe=Carolyn%20Rosewood&amp;_a=viewCat Carolyn Rosewood at 1Place For Romance]<br /> <br /> *[http://manicreaders.com/index.cfm?disp=bookDetail&amp;bookid=13871 Carolyn Rosewood at Manic Readers]<br /> <br /> *[http://www.amazon.com/Carolyn-Rosewood/e/B004XCADSU/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1 Carolyn Rosewood at Amazon.com]<br /> <br /> == Books ==<br /> === Fiction ===<br /> *''[[HUNTED]]'' - 2011 ([[Evernight Publishing]])<br /> <br /> *''[[HAUNTED HEART]]'' - 2011 ([[Etopia Press]])<br /> <br /> *''[[THE LAST SOUL]]'' - 2011 ([[Evernight Publishing]])</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=File:Hunted_SM.jpg&diff=114051 2011-07-17T13:47:48Z

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Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Carolyn_Rosewood&diff=113136 2011-07-03T19:02:34Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: </p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Rosewood, Carolyn}}&lt;!--fill in the last and first name of the author--&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:Authors - R]] &lt;!--fill in the initial of the author's last name in place of the XX--&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Carolyn Rosewood''' writes Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:Haunted-Heart_Carolyn-Rosewood_200x300.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Haunted Heart by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> &lt;!--You will have to upload a photo on another screen to use this area, if you do not upload a photo, you can not use this, so delete from the [[File to here--&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Bio ==<br /> <br /> Carolyn Rosewood read her first romance novel at age 19 and was hooked. But it took a devastating tornado in her city to spur her into action. Realizing everything can change in an instant, she also realized if she didn't pursue her dream of being a published romance writer, it would never come true.<br /> <br /> She joined the Romance Writers of America, and last year attended her first writing conference, their National Conference in Orlando Florida. It changed her life, and lit a fire that's still burning. Carolyn has also written contemporary romance, but she's drawn to the spicy paranormal stories and loves writing them.<br /> <br /> She's a PRO member of the RWA, and serves as Treasurer for the Nashville Tennessee RWA chapter, the Music City Romance Writers. Married to her real life hero, they have a daughter in college and a cat named Shadow who loves to watch Carolyn type.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> *[https://www.facebook.com/CarolynRosewood Carolyn Rosewood on Facebook]<br /> <br /> *[https://twitter.com/#!/CarolynRosewood Carolyn Rosewood on Twitter]<br /> <br /> *[http://evernightpublishing.blogspot.com/ Evernight Publishing Blog]<br /> <br /> *[http://otherworlddiner.blogspot.com/ The Otherworld Diner]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thelastsoul-543242-140.html Carolyn Rosewood at All Romance E-Books]<br /> <br /> *[http://www.bookstrand.com/the-last-soul Carolyn Rosewood at Bookstrand]<br /> <br /> *[http://1placeforromance.com/index.php?column=author&amp;searchMe=Carolyn%20Rosewood&amp;_a=viewCat Carolyn Rosewood at 1Place For Romance]<br /> <br /> *[http://manicreaders.com/index.cfm?disp=bookDetail&amp;bookid=13871 Carolyn Rosewood at Manic Readers]<br /> <br /> *[http://www.amazon.com/Carolyn-Rosewood/e/B004XCADSU/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1 Carolyn Rosewood at Amazon.com]<br /> <br /> == Books ==<br /> === Fiction ===<br /> *''[[HAUNTED HEART]]'' - 2011 ([[Etopia Press]])<br /> <br /> *''[[THE LAST SOUL]]'' - 2011 ([[Evernight Publishing]])</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Carolyn_Rosewood&diff=113128 2011-07-03T17:09:26Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: /* On the Web */</p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Rosewood, Carolyn}}&lt;!--fill in the last and first name of the author--&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:Authors - R]] &lt;!--fill in the initial of the author's last name in place of the XX--&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Carolyn Rosewood''' writes Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:TLS_LG__89779_std.jpg|200px|thumb|left|The Last Soul by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> &lt;!--You will have to upload a photo on another screen to use this area, if you do not upload a photo, you can not use this, so delete from the [[File to here--&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Bio ==<br /> <br /> Carolyn Rosewood read her first romance novel at age 19 and was hooked. But it took a devastating tornado in her city to spur her into action. Realizing everything can change in an instant, she also realized if she didn't pursue her dream of being a published romance writer, it would never come true.<br /> <br /> She joined the Romance Writers of America, and last year attended her first writing conference, their National Conference in Orlando Florida. It changed her life, and lit a fire that's still burning. Carolyn has also written contemporary romance, but she's drawn to the spicy paranormal stories and loves writing them.<br /> <br /> She's a PRO member of the RWA, and serves as Treasurer for the Nashville Tennessee RWA chapter, the Music City Romance Writers. Married to her real life hero, they have a daughter in college and a cat named Shadow who loves to watch Carolyn type.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> *[https://www.facebook.com/CarolynRosewood Carolyn Rosewood on Facebook]<br /> <br /> *[https://twitter.com/#!/CarolynRosewood Carolyn Rosewood on Twitter]<br /> <br /> *[http://evernightpublishing.blogspot.com/ Evernight Publishing Blog]<br /> <br /> *[http://otherworlddiner.blogspot.com/ The Otherworld Diner]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thelastsoul-543242-140.html Carolyn Rosewood at All Romance E-Books]<br /> <br /> *[http://www.bookstrand.com/the-last-soul Carolyn Rosewood at Bookstrand]<br /> <br /> *[http://1placeforromance.com/index.php?column=author&amp;searchMe=Carolyn%20Rosewood&amp;_a=viewCat Carolyn Rosewood at 1Place For Romance]<br /> <br /> *[http://manicreaders.com/index.cfm?disp=bookDetail&amp;bookid=13871 Carolyn Rosewood at Manic Readers]<br /> <br /> *[http://www.amazon.com/Carolyn-Rosewood/e/B004XCADSU/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1 Carolyn Rosewood at Amazon.com]<br /> <br /> == Books ==<br /> === Fiction ===<br /> *&quot;[['HAUNTED HEART']]&quot; - 2011 ([[Etopia Press]])<br /> <br /> *''[[THE LAST SOUL]]'' - 2011 ([[Evernight Publishing]])</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=%27HAUNTED_HEART%27&diff=113127 2011-07-03T17:00:29Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: /* On the Web */</p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Haunted Heart}}<br /> <br /> [[Category:Romantic Suspense]] <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Haunted Heart''' is a ''Sexy Romantic Suspense novel'' by [[Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:Haunted-Heart_Carolyn-Rosewood_200x300.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Haunted Heart by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> '''Rowena Sommers thought moving back home to restore her beloved Aunt’s home was the key to starting over. Van Whitney thought taking the job would keep his business afloat. When a ghost hunter tries to convince Rowena the home is haunted, can these two escape the past and find a future together?'''<br /> <br /> '''Excerpt:<br /> <br /> She didn’t need Hollywood, or Brett Fontaine.<br /> <br /> Rowena Sommers stuffed the latest issue of Celebrity back in the magazine rack, glancing around the Pilot gas station to see if anyone was watching. She sipped her coffee, fuming over the slant of the article.<br /> <br /> Contrary to what the reporter said, her relationship with bad-boy leading man Brett Fontaine was in trouble long before she filed a libel suit against him for leaking her personal e-mails to the tabloids. The dumb-ass reporter should have checked the back issues, like the ones with candid photos of Brett and his female costars, taken every time he went on location. They ran right next to the stories with headlines like: Who’s Keeping Rowena Company While Brett Romps in Australia?<br /> <br /> A woman in denim cutoffs and an Ohio State T-shirt plucked a copy of the magazine from the rack and glanced sideways, her eyes wide. “This is you. On the cover.”<br /> <br /> Rowena studied the picture, taken on the steps of the Van Nuys courthouse three weeks ago. The day she won her lawsuit against Brett. The same day she found out her great-aunt Lunette had died. She’d trade twice the settlement amount to hear Aunt Loony’s voice again. “Yes. That’s me.”<br /> <br /> Rowena took another sip of coffee as she tried to formulate an answer that didn’t involve telling this woman where she could stuff that magazine. Her cell chirped. Saved by the ring tone.<br /> <br /> “I have to take this. Excuse me.” She headed for the counter as she opened the phone with her free hand. “Tricia, impeccable timing, as always. You just saved me from an inquisitive fan.”<br /> <br /> “And judging by the sarcasm in your voice, I’m guessing you’ve seen this week’s Celebrity?”<br /> <br /> She glanced back toward the magazine rack, where the woman and a teen dressed like Lady Gaga were reading the article out loud. “Yeah, I’ve seen it. And as if this day could get any worse, I’m forced to drink gas station coffee.”<br /> <br /> Tricia laughed. “No Starbucks in Creek Ridge, Ohio?”<br /> <br /> Her best friend’s voice reached across the miles, tugging at her heart. Had it been a huge mistake leaving LA? “God, I hope there’s still a Starbucks here.” She took another sip. “This is actually better than the brown goo they tried to serve me at the Holiday Inn Express this morning.”<br /> <br /> “Have you been to Aunt Loony’s house yet?” asked Tricia.<br /> <br /> Rowena swiped her credit card through the machine. “On my way now. I’ll call and let you know what the contractor said.”<br /> <br /> Ohio State and Lady Gaga moved behind her in line, still talking about the article. Rowena’s fingers trembled as she put the card back in her wallet. She pushed past them without a glance. As she opened the door to the parking lot she heard one of them mutter something, but only caught the words “Hollywood” and “bitch.”<br /> <br /> Wonderful. Back in town less than twenty-four hours and already someone thought she had an attitude. So much for believing the gossip wouldn’t follow her home.<br /> <br /> She waited until she pulled out of the parking lot in her brand-spanking-new Infinity SUV before screaming. Dialing her iPod menu to Led Zeppelin, she turned up the volume, loud. Angry, frustrated, rebellious. Perfect.<br /> <br /> The readers of Celebrity weren’t interested in the story behind the lawsuit. They didn’t care about the string of bullshit promises Brett had made. Or the callous way in which he’d trashed her costume design career and her industry contacts with a few keystrokes, all because she’d dared to issue him an ultimatum.<br /> <br /> They only cared about two things: reading her personal e-mails, and how much money the Superior Court of Los Angeles had ordered him to pay her because of what he’d done.<br /> <br /> They didn’t care why she was in Ohio, or that Aunt Loony was dead. Brett’s money wouldn’t bring her back. Fun and zany, she’d been dubbed Aunt Loony by Rowena’s father when he was a teen, and she’d loved Rowena and her five siblings as if they were her own.<br /> <br /> Fresh grief mixed with anticipation. Willow Lane was less than two miles away. Would she be able to handle walking through Aunt Loony’s house, knowing she’d never see her warm smile again?<br /> <br /> Spotting a cop parked in front of a strip mall, she braked. Just for good measure, she turned down the volume on Jimmy Page and Robert Plant. She could see the headlines now: Rowena Sommers Arrested for Speeding in Hometown!<br /> <br /> The memories overwhelmed her when she turned onto Willow Lane. She’d spent almost as much time on this street as her own, two blocks over. It hadn’t changed in ten years. The oak tree in front of Traci Westphall’s house, where she used to hide from her older sister Emma, still had dead branches along one side. Two doors down, she half expected Bud Williams to materialize in his driveway, sweeping up leaves and twigs while he muttered about the damn, dirty trees.<br /> <br /> The scent of roses, lavender, and freshly cut grass filled the air. May sunshine shimmered on the pavement. The smells evoked memories of the end of each school year, when the magic of summer stretched out endlessly. Summer vacation meant going barefoot, walking down by the railroad tracks, and staying outside after dark to catch lightning bugs.<br /> <br /> She was home, ready to be part of this town again. To be with people who made her feel safe, wanted, and who didn’t measure their lives by the latest Nielson ratings or market shares.<br /> <br /> But would they welcome her? Or had they read the tabloids while laughing at the girl voted Most Likely to Trip Over Her Own Shoelaces? She’d tripped all right, landing smack in the belly of the gossip machine.<br /> <br /> The imposing Queen Anne at the end of the street, just before the entrance to Oak Park, rose into view. Despite the faded siding and missing shutters, the grandeur of the home still took her breath away. As her eyes settled on the four-story tower, she remembered summer nights in the second-floor bedroom, wishing she could live with Aunt Loony. Her own room, with no Emma harassing her or parents screaming at one of her brothers.<br /> <br /> She slowed the car, turning off her iPod. Letting her gaze travel up to the top floor of the tower—the lookout point—she recalled her big brother Jake and his friends pretending they were pirates. Part of the game included the ability to see all the way to Cleveland, where ships from exotic places like Spain or China would pull into port, stuffed with treasure beyond imagination. She was usually stuck playing the kidnapped damsel in distress or a cabin boy. They’d ignored Emma when she repeatedly pointed out Lake Erie had never been plagued by pirates, nor had treasure ships sailed on the Great Lakes.<br /> <br /> The trim lawn and pristine flower beds brought a smile to her face. Her little brother had actually kept a promise. If a contractor showed up, he’d have kept two. For Mike, that would be a record.<br /> <br /> She raised her eyes to heaven. “Thank you for the house, Aunt Loony. I promise to take good care of it.” She could almost hear Aunt Loony’s hearty laugh and see the twinkle in her green eyes.<br /> <br /> Her smile faded at the sight of a silver Mercedes parked in the driveway. If that belonged to the contractor, she was about to get ripped off.<br /> <br /> She parked the SUV in front, then caught the hem of her favorite summer skirt in the door as she tried to make a graceful exit. She glanced toward the Mercedes. Too late. The driver’s side door was already open. Classy way to make a first impression, Rowena.<br /> <br /> In the towering maple on the front lawn, a pair of robins started to chirp, probably about her clumsiness. She released her skirt then took a deep breath, turning to look at the man leaning against the Mercedes. Her mouth fell open as she scanned his face. It couldn’t be…<br /> <br /> Vance Whitney—everyone calls me Van—belonged to the perfect, popular crowd of cheerleaders and jocks that had made her existence at Creek Ridge High a lesson in insignificance.<br /> <br /> He crossed muscled arms over a forest green polo shirt that set off his luminous blue eyes, even at this distance. Broad shoulders tapered to a trim waist, and the khakis he wore accentuated his long legs. The same confident grin she remembered spread across his tanned face.<br /> <br /> This is the contractor Mike called? No way. Not happening.<br /> <br /> No matter how hot he still looked.<br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.etopia-press.net/shopping/pgm-more_information.php?id=50&amp;=SID Haunted Heart at Etopia Press]</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=%27HAUNTED_HEART%27&diff=113126 2011-07-03T16:58:40Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: </p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Haunted Heart}}<br /> <br /> [[Category:Romantic Suspense]] <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Haunted Heart''' is a ''Sexy Romantic Suspense novel'' by [[Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:Haunted-Heart_Carolyn-Rosewood_200x300.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Haunted Heart by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> '''Rowena Sommers thought moving back home to restore her beloved Aunt’s home was the key to starting over. Van Whitney thought taking the job would keep his business afloat. When a ghost hunter tries to convince Rowena the home is haunted, can these two escape the past and find a future together?'''<br /> <br /> '''Excerpt:<br /> <br /> She didn’t need Hollywood, or Brett Fontaine.<br /> <br /> Rowena Sommers stuffed the latest issue of Celebrity back in the magazine rack, glancing around the Pilot gas station to see if anyone was watching. She sipped her coffee, fuming over the slant of the article.<br /> <br /> Contrary to what the reporter said, her relationship with bad-boy leading man Brett Fontaine was in trouble long before she filed a libel suit against him for leaking her personal e-mails to the tabloids. The dumb-ass reporter should have checked the back issues, like the ones with candid photos of Brett and his female costars, taken every time he went on location. They ran right next to the stories with headlines like: Who’s Keeping Rowena Company While Brett Romps in Australia?<br /> <br /> A woman in denim cutoffs and an Ohio State T-shirt plucked a copy of the magazine from the rack and glanced sideways, her eyes wide. “This is you. On the cover.”<br /> <br /> Rowena studied the picture, taken on the steps of the Van Nuys courthouse three weeks ago. The day she won her lawsuit against Brett. The same day she found out her great-aunt Lunette had died. She’d trade twice the settlement amount to hear Aunt Loony’s voice again. “Yes. That’s me.”<br /> <br /> Rowena took another sip of coffee as she tried to formulate an answer that didn’t involve telling this woman where she could stuff that magazine. Her cell chirped. Saved by the ring tone.<br /> <br /> “I have to take this. Excuse me.” She headed for the counter as she opened the phone with her free hand. “Tricia, impeccable timing, as always. You just saved me from an inquisitive fan.”<br /> <br /> “And judging by the sarcasm in your voice, I’m guessing you’ve seen this week’s Celebrity?”<br /> <br /> She glanced back toward the magazine rack, where the woman and a teen dressed like Lady Gaga were reading the article out loud. “Yeah, I’ve seen it. And as if this day could get any worse, I’m forced to drink gas station coffee.”<br /> <br /> Tricia laughed. “No Starbucks in Creek Ridge, Ohio?”<br /> <br /> Her best friend’s voice reached across the miles, tugging at her heart. Had it been a huge mistake leaving LA? “God, I hope there’s still a Starbucks here.” She took another sip. “This is actually better than the brown goo they tried to serve me at the Holiday Inn Express this morning.”<br /> <br /> “Have you been to Aunt Loony’s house yet?” asked Tricia.<br /> <br /> Rowena swiped her credit card through the machine. “On my way now. I’ll call and let you know what the contractor said.”<br /> <br /> Ohio State and Lady Gaga moved behind her in line, still talking about the article. Rowena’s fingers trembled as she put the card back in her wallet. She pushed past them without a glance. As she opened the door to the parking lot she heard one of them mutter something, but only caught the words “Hollywood” and “bitch.”<br /> <br /> Wonderful. Back in town less than twenty-four hours and already someone thought she had an attitude. So much for believing the gossip wouldn’t follow her home.<br /> <br /> She waited until she pulled out of the parking lot in her brand-spanking-new Infinity SUV before screaming. Dialing her iPod menu to Led Zeppelin, she turned up the volume, loud. Angry, frustrated, rebellious. Perfect.<br /> <br /> The readers of Celebrity weren’t interested in the story behind the lawsuit. They didn’t care about the string of bullshit promises Brett had made. Or the callous way in which he’d trashed her costume design career and her industry contacts with a few keystrokes, all because she’d dared to issue him an ultimatum.<br /> <br /> They only cared about two things: reading her personal e-mails, and how much money the Superior Court of Los Angeles had ordered him to pay her because of what he’d done.<br /> <br /> They didn’t care why she was in Ohio, or that Aunt Loony was dead. Brett’s money wouldn’t bring her back. Fun and zany, she’d been dubbed Aunt Loony by Rowena’s father when he was a teen, and she’d loved Rowena and her five siblings as if they were her own.<br /> <br /> Fresh grief mixed with anticipation. Willow Lane was less than two miles away. Would she be able to handle walking through Aunt Loony’s house, knowing she’d never see her warm smile again?<br /> <br /> Spotting a cop parked in front of a strip mall, she braked. Just for good measure, she turned down the volume on Jimmy Page and Robert Plant. She could see the headlines now: Rowena Sommers Arrested for Speeding in Hometown!<br /> <br /> The memories overwhelmed her when she turned onto Willow Lane. She’d spent almost as much time on this street as her own, two blocks over. It hadn’t changed in ten years. The oak tree in front of Traci Westphall’s house, where she used to hide from her older sister Emma, still had dead branches along one side. Two doors down, she half expected Bud Williams to materialize in his driveway, sweeping up leaves and twigs while he muttered about the damn, dirty trees.<br /> <br /> The scent of roses, lavender, and freshly cut grass filled the air. May sunshine shimmered on the pavement. The smells evoked memories of the end of each school year, when the magic of summer stretched out endlessly. Summer vacation meant going barefoot, walking down by the railroad tracks, and staying outside after dark to catch lightning bugs.<br /> <br /> She was home, ready to be part of this town again. To be with people who made her feel safe, wanted, and who didn’t measure their lives by the latest Nielson ratings or market shares.<br /> <br /> But would they welcome her? Or had they read the tabloids while laughing at the girl voted Most Likely to Trip Over Her Own Shoelaces? She’d tripped all right, landing smack in the belly of the gossip machine.<br /> <br /> The imposing Queen Anne at the end of the street, just before the entrance to Oak Park, rose into view. Despite the faded siding and missing shutters, the grandeur of the home still took her breath away. As her eyes settled on the four-story tower, she remembered summer nights in the second-floor bedroom, wishing she could live with Aunt Loony. Her own room, with no Emma harassing her or parents screaming at one of her brothers.<br /> <br /> She slowed the car, turning off her iPod. Letting her gaze travel up to the top floor of the tower—the lookout point—she recalled her big brother Jake and his friends pretending they were pirates. Part of the game included the ability to see all the way to Cleveland, where ships from exotic places like Spain or China would pull into port, stuffed with treasure beyond imagination. She was usually stuck playing the kidnapped damsel in distress or a cabin boy. They’d ignored Emma when she repeatedly pointed out Lake Erie had never been plagued by pirates, nor had treasure ships sailed on the Great Lakes.<br /> <br /> The trim lawn and pristine flower beds brought a smile to her face. Her little brother had actually kept a promise. If a contractor showed up, he’d have kept two. For Mike, that would be a record.<br /> <br /> She raised her eyes to heaven. “Thank you for the house, Aunt Loony. I promise to take good care of it.” She could almost hear Aunt Loony’s hearty laugh and see the twinkle in her green eyes.<br /> <br /> Her smile faded at the sight of a silver Mercedes parked in the driveway. If that belonged to the contractor, she was about to get ripped off.<br /> <br /> She parked the SUV in front, then caught the hem of her favorite summer skirt in the door as she tried to make a graceful exit. She glanced toward the Mercedes. Too late. The driver’s side door was already open. Classy way to make a first impression, Rowena.<br /> <br /> In the towering maple on the front lawn, a pair of robins started to chirp, probably about her clumsiness. She released her skirt then took a deep breath, turning to look at the man leaning against the Mercedes. Her mouth fell open as she scanned his face. It couldn’t be…<br /> <br /> Vance Whitney—everyone calls me Van—belonged to the perfect, popular crowd of cheerleaders and jocks that had made her existence at Creek Ridge High a lesson in insignificance.<br /> <br /> He crossed muscled arms over a forest green polo shirt that set off his luminous blue eyes, even at this distance. Broad shoulders tapered to a trim waist, and the khakis he wore accentuated his long legs. The same confident grin she remembered spread across his tanned face.<br /> <br /> This is the contractor Mike called? No way. Not happening.<br /> <br /> No matter how hot he still looked.<br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.etopia-press.net/shopping/pgm-more_information.php?id=50&amp;=SID]</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=%27HAUNTED_HEART%27&diff=113125 2011-07-03T16:53:18Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: Created page with &quot;{{DEFAULTSORT:Haunted Heart}} Category:Romantic Suspense '''Haunted Heart''' is a ''Sexy Romantic Suspense novel'' by Carolyn Rosewood [[File:Haunted-Heart_Caro...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Haunted Heart}}<br /> <br /> [[Category:Romantic Suspense]] <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Haunted Heart''' is a ''Sexy Romantic Suspense novel'' by [[Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:Haunted-Heart_Carolyn-Rosewood_200x300.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Haunted Heart by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> '''Faina has been dead for one hundred and fifty years, but she’s about to become human again. All she has to do is seduce Jace Blackmon, the most honest financier ever to grace the city of angels, into signing away his soul.'''<br /> <br /> '''Jace Blackmon has fallen in love with his fantasy woman. But when he realizes she was tricked by a demon to bring about his ruin, including the revelation of a long-buried secret to the media, he must choose between his heart or life without her.'''<br /> <br /> '''Excerpt:<br /> <br /> Faina donned a Betsey Johnson flowered dress and wedge sandals, then materialized a few blocks from where Jace worked.<br /> <br /> It felt so good to be outdoors. The warm air was soothing, the traffic noises and bustling crowds reminding her of New York City. Faina didn’t often get nostalgic for her human life, but today she did. If she succeeded in this mission, she’d be human again. Warm weather, noisy crowds and city life would be her reality, not simply the realm in which she was allowed to work.<br /> <br /> Unless Mastema had tricked her. No. She wouldn’t think about that now. She had a job to do. She took her time, peering in shop windows and trying to look like just another California trust fund babe out for a stroll on a bright summer day. The fact nearly every man pounding the pavement tripped over his own two feet as she strolled past wasn’t lost on her. She didn’t have the baby face, long blonde curls, and legs up to there for nothing.<br /> <br /> She avoided eye contact. It was enough to leave them with her scent, they’d have trouble getting it out of their head for weeks, but to look them in the eyes would be downright cruel. Even when she’d been alive all she’d had to do was turn her baby blues in a man’s direction and he followed her around like a dog in heat. She’d made more money for Madame Lily during her first six months than most of her girls made over the course of two years.<br /> <br /> As she made her way to the entrance of the 770 Wilshire Building, she caught a whiff of burned toast. She ducked into the nearest shop and pressed her nose to the plate glass window, scanning the crowd for a familiar face. She’d only seen Mastema appear once in human form. He’d looked ridiculous dressed in a long coat and cowboy hat on the streets of Aurora Nebraska, population four thousand two hundred and twenty-five as of last year. His bad-boy Western get-up would have been more appropriate for Arizona in the late nineteenth century.<br /> <br /> Either Mastema hadn’t been the demon she smelled or he’d already evaporated. The sidewalks were filled with six foot blondes and men who looked like they walked off the cover of GQ. Not a weird outfit or menacing swagger in sight.<br /> <br /> “Help you, Miss? You need mani and pedi today? We have new summer colors look perfect on you.”<br /> <br /> Faina whirled around to face the ancient Vietnamese woman. She’d ducked into a nail salon. Her senses had been so focused on the burnt toast smell and Mastema’s human form she hadn’t noticed the acrid smell of nail polish.<br /> <br /> “No, not today. I’m sorry. I’ve got to go.”<br /> <br /> Faina opened the door and strode to the parking garage entrance of the building. On the way a clock struck five. The smell of burnt toast wafted from a nearby taco stand. Had that been what she smelled? Tacos? She was jumping at shadows. That wasn’t like her.<br /> <br /> She made her way to Jace’s sports car by visualizing it. As the flood of workers poured into the garage, she hoped Jace would stay calm when he saw her. She was taking a risk as there would be plenty of witnesses if he wigged out.<br /> <br /> He was busy scrolling through messages on his phone as he sauntered to his car, and didn’t see her until she stepped in front of him as he was about to open the door.<br /> <br /> “Oh Jesus. Holy fu—” His warm brown eyes opened wide and he visibly swallowed. “How did you... you’re real. Holy shit.”<br /> <br /> “Get in your car, Jace. People are staring. One of them looks like he’s going to take a picture with his cell.”<br /> <br /> The lie snapped him out of his trance. He unlocked the doors and she slid into the passenger seat. “Start the car but don’t move yet.”<br /> <br /> He stared straight ahead as the engine roared to life. Beads of sweat pooled at his hairline. She could hear his heart pounding. When she reached up to wipe his forehead he moaned. “It’s all right, Jace. Just try to relax.”<br /> <br /> “I don’t understand.” His voice shook.<br /> <br /> “You don’t need to. Wait until the garage clears out a bit. Then we’ll leave.”<br /> <br /> “I... I have a dinner date. A family friend. I have to go. I don’t want to but… I… I should.”<br /> <br /> “Do you want me to leave?”<br /> <br /> He looked into her eyes with the most desperate longing she’d ever seen on a human face. A flash of apprehension shivered down her spine, unbalancing her. She was going to hurt him. Badly. He’d lose everything. His home, the Foundation, his dinner date, maybe even this fancy sports car. And some kid wouldn’t have a place to sleep on a cold, winter night, or a youth group to keep him off the streets.<br /> <br /> The men she brought to Mastema were bad-to-the-bone to begin with. They just needed a little help to push them in the right direction. The inevitable direction, as he liked to call it. But Jace Blackmon was a good guy.<br /> <br /> Then why does Apollyon want him? But what if he didn’t want Jace? What if Jahi was right and Mastema had forged the contract?<br /> <br /> “Faina.” His whisper pulled her back to the present. Until she had proof to the contrary, it was Jace’s soul or her eternal torment as one of Mastema’s sex slaves. This was self-preservation. Nothing more.<br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=File:Haunted-Heart_Carolyn-Rosewood_200x300.jpg&diff=113040 2011-07-01T13:06:10Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: Cover art for HH</p> <hr /> <div>Cover art for HH</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Carolyn_Rosewood&diff=113039 2011-07-01T13:02:17Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: /* Fiction */</p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Rosewood, Carolyn}}&lt;!--fill in the last and first name of the author--&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:Authors - R]] &lt;!--fill in the initial of the author's last name in place of the XX--&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Carolyn Rosewood''' writes Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:TLS_LG__89779_std.jpg|200px|thumb|left|The Last Soul by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> &lt;!--You will have to upload a photo on another screen to use this area, if you do not upload a photo, you can not use this, so delete from the [[File to here--&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Bio ==<br /> <br /> Carolyn Rosewood read her first romance novel at age 19 and was hooked. But it took a devastating tornado in her city to spur her into action. Realizing everything can change in an instant, she also realized if she didn't pursue her dream of being a published romance writer, it would never come true.<br /> <br /> She joined the Romance Writers of America, and last year attended her first writing conference, their National Conference in Orlando Florida. It changed her life, and lit a fire that's still burning. Carolyn has also written contemporary romance, but she's drawn to the spicy paranormal stories and loves writing them.<br /> <br /> She's a PRO member of the RWA, and serves as Treasurer for the Nashville Tennessee RWA chapter, the Music City Romance Writers. Married to her real life hero, they have a daughter in college and a cat named Shadow who loves to watch Carolyn type.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]<br /> <br /> == Books ==<br /> === Fiction ===<br /> *&quot;[['HAUNTED HEART']]&quot; - 2011 ([[Etopia Press]])<br /> <br /> *''[[THE LAST SOUL]]'' - 2011 ([[Evernight Publishing]])</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Carolyn_Rosewood&diff=113038 2011-07-01T13:01:21Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: /* Fiction */</p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Rosewood, Carolyn}}&lt;!--fill in the last and first name of the author--&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:Authors - R]] &lt;!--fill in the initial of the author's last name in place of the XX--&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Carolyn Rosewood''' writes Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:TLS_LG__89779_std.jpg|200px|thumb|left|The Last Soul by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> &lt;!--You will have to upload a photo on another screen to use this area, if you do not upload a photo, you can not use this, so delete from the [[File to here--&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Bio ==<br /> <br /> Carolyn Rosewood read her first romance novel at age 19 and was hooked. But it took a devastating tornado in her city to spur her into action. Realizing everything can change in an instant, she also realized if she didn't pursue her dream of being a published romance writer, it would never come true.<br /> <br /> She joined the Romance Writers of America, and last year attended her first writing conference, their National Conference in Orlando Florida. It changed her life, and lit a fire that's still burning. Carolyn has also written contemporary romance, but she's drawn to the spicy paranormal stories and loves writing them.<br /> <br /> She's a PRO member of the RWA, and serves as Treasurer for the Nashville Tennessee RWA chapter, the Music City Romance Writers. Married to her real life hero, they have a daughter in college and a cat named Shadow who loves to watch Carolyn type.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]<br /> <br /> == Books ==<br /> === Fiction ===<br /> *&quot;[[''HAUNTED HEART'']]&quot; - 2011 ([[Etopia Press]])<br /> <br /> *''[[THE LAST SOUL]]'' - 2011 ([[Evernight Publishing]])</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Carolyn_Rosewood&diff=113037 2011-07-01T12:59:02Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: /* Fiction */</p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Rosewood, Carolyn}}&lt;!--fill in the last and first name of the author--&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:Authors - R]] &lt;!--fill in the initial of the author's last name in place of the XX--&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Carolyn Rosewood''' writes Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:TLS_LG__89779_std.jpg|200px|thumb|left|The Last Soul by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> &lt;!--You will have to upload a photo on another screen to use this area, if you do not upload a photo, you can not use this, so delete from the [[File to here--&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Bio ==<br /> <br /> Carolyn Rosewood read her first romance novel at age 19 and was hooked. But it took a devastating tornado in her city to spur her into action. Realizing everything can change in an instant, she also realized if she didn't pursue her dream of being a published romance writer, it would never come true.<br /> <br /> She joined the Romance Writers of America, and last year attended her first writing conference, their National Conference in Orlando Florida. It changed her life, and lit a fire that's still burning. Carolyn has also written contemporary romance, but she's drawn to the spicy paranormal stories and loves writing them.<br /> <br /> She's a PRO member of the RWA, and serves as Treasurer for the Nashville Tennessee RWA chapter, the Music City Romance Writers. Married to her real life hero, they have a daughter in college and a cat named Shadow who loves to watch Carolyn type.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]<br /> <br /> == Books ==<br /> === Fiction ===<br /> *&quot;[[HAUNTED HEART]]&quot; - 2011 ([[Etopia Press]])<br /> <br /> *''[[THE LAST SOUL]]'' - 2011 ([[Evernight Publishing]])</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=The_Last_Soul&diff=110855 2011-05-28T17:14:41Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: </p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:The Last Soul}}<br /> <br /> [[Category:Erotic Romance]] <br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Last Soul''' is an ''Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense novella'' by [[Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:TLS LG 89779 std.jpg|200px|thumb|left|The Last Soul by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> '''Faina has been dead for one hundred and fifty years, but she’s about to become human again. All she has to do is seduce Jace Blackmon, the most honest financier ever to grace the city of angels, into signing away his soul.'''<br /> <br /> '''Jace Blackmon has fallen in love with his fantasy woman. But when he realizes she was tricked by a demon to bring about his ruin, including the revelation of a long-buried secret to the media, he must choose between his heart or life without her.'''<br /> <br /> '''Excerpt:<br /> <br /> Faina donned a Betsey Johnson flowered dress and wedge sandals, then materialized a few blocks from where Jace worked.<br /> <br /> It felt so good to be outdoors. The warm air was soothing, the traffic noises and bustling crowds reminding her of New York City. Faina didn’t often get nostalgic for her human life, but today she did. If she succeeded in this mission, she’d be human again. Warm weather, noisy crowds and city life would be her reality, not simply the realm in which she was allowed to work.<br /> <br /> Unless Mastema had tricked her. No. She wouldn’t think about that now. She had a job to do. She took her time, peering in shop windows and trying to look like just another California trust fund babe out for a stroll on a bright summer day. The fact nearly every man pounding the pavement tripped over his own two feet as she strolled past wasn’t lost on her. She didn’t have the baby face, long blonde curls, and legs up to there for nothing.<br /> <br /> She avoided eye contact. It was enough to leave them with her scent, they’d have trouble getting it out of their head for weeks, but to look them in the eyes would be downright cruel. Even when she’d been alive all she’d had to do was turn her baby blues in a man’s direction and he followed her around like a dog in heat. She’d made more money for Madame Lily during her first six months than most of her girls made over the course of two years.<br /> <br /> As she made her way to the entrance of the 770 Wilshire Building, she caught a whiff of burned toast. She ducked into the nearest shop and pressed her nose to the plate glass window, scanning the crowd for a familiar face. She’d only seen Mastema appear once in human form. He’d looked ridiculous dressed in a long coat and cowboy hat on the streets of Aurora Nebraska, population four thousand two hundred and twenty-five as of last year. His bad-boy Western get-up would have been more appropriate for Arizona in the late nineteenth century.<br /> <br /> Either Mastema hadn’t been the demon she smelled or he’d already evaporated. The sidewalks were filled with six foot blondes and men who looked like they walked off the cover of GQ. Not a weird outfit or menacing swagger in sight.<br /> <br /> “Help you, Miss? You need mani and pedi today? We have new summer colors look perfect on you.”<br /> <br /> Faina whirled around to face the ancient Vietnamese woman. She’d ducked into a nail salon. Her senses had been so focused on the burnt toast smell and Mastema’s human form she hadn’t noticed the acrid smell of nail polish.<br /> <br /> “No, not today. I’m sorry. I’ve got to go.”<br /> <br /> Faina opened the door and strode to the parking garage entrance of the building. On the way a clock struck five. The smell of burnt toast wafted from a nearby taco stand. Had that been what she smelled? Tacos? She was jumping at shadows. That wasn’t like her.<br /> <br /> She made her way to Jace’s sports car by visualizing it. As the flood of workers poured into the garage, she hoped Jace would stay calm when he saw her. She was taking a risk as there would be plenty of witnesses if he wigged out.<br /> <br /> He was busy scrolling through messages on his phone as he sauntered to his car, and didn’t see her until she stepped in front of him as he was about to open the door.<br /> <br /> “Oh Jesus. Holy fu—” His warm brown eyes opened wide and he visibly swallowed. “How did you... you’re real. Holy shit.”<br /> <br /> “Get in your car, Jace. People are staring. One of them looks like he’s going to take a picture with his cell.”<br /> <br /> The lie snapped him out of his trance. He unlocked the doors and she slid into the passenger seat. “Start the car but don’t move yet.”<br /> <br /> He stared straight ahead as the engine roared to life. Beads of sweat pooled at his hairline. She could hear his heart pounding. When she reached up to wipe his forehead he moaned. “It’s all right, Jace. Just try to relax.”<br /> <br /> “I don’t understand.” His voice shook.<br /> <br /> “You don’t need to. Wait until the garage clears out a bit. Then we’ll leave.”<br /> <br /> “I... I have a dinner date. A family friend. I have to go. I don’t want to but… I… I should.”<br /> <br /> “Do you want me to leave?”<br /> <br /> He looked into her eyes with the most desperate longing she’d ever seen on a human face. A flash of apprehension shivered down her spine, unbalancing her. She was going to hurt him. Badly. He’d lose everything. His home, the Foundation, his dinner date, maybe even this fancy sports car. And some kid wouldn’t have a place to sleep on a cold, winter night, or a youth group to keep him off the streets.<br /> <br /> The men she brought to Mastema were bad-to-the-bone to begin with. They just needed a little help to push them in the right direction. The inevitable direction, as he liked to call it. But Jace Blackmon was a good guy.<br /> <br /> Then why does Apollyon want him? But what if he didn’t want Jace? What if Jahi was right and Mastema had forged the contract?<br /> <br /> “Faina.” His whisper pulled her back to the present. Until she had proof to the contrary, it was Jace’s soul or her eternal torment as one of Mastema’s sex slaves. This was self-preservation. Nothing more.<br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=The_Last_Soul&diff=110854 2011-05-28T17:14:13Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: </p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:The Last Soul}}<br /> <br /> [[Category:Erotic Romance]] <br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Last Soul''' is an ''Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense novella'' by [[Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:TLS LG 89779 std.jpg|200px|thumb|left|The Last Soul by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> '''Faina has been dead for one hundred and fifty years, but she’s about to become human again. All she has to do is seduce Jace Blackmon, the most honest financier ever to grace the city of angels, into signing away his soul.'''<br /> <br /> '''Jace Blackmon has fallen in love with his fantasy woman. But when he realizes she was tricked by a demon to bring about his ruin, including the revelation of a long-buried secret to the media, he must choose between his heart or life without her.'''<br /> <br /> '''Excerpt:<br /> <br /> Faina donned a Betsey Johnson flowered dress and wedge sandals, then materialized a few blocks from where Jace worked.<br /> <br /> It felt so good to be outdoors. The warm air was soothing, the traffic noises and bustling crowds reminding her of New York City. Faina didn’t often get nostalgic for her human life, but today she did. If she succeeded in this mission, she’d be human again. Warm weather, noisy crowds and city life would be her reality, not simply the realm in which she was allowed to work.<br /> <br /> Unless Mastema had tricked her. No. She wouldn’t think about that now. She had a job to do. She took her time, peering in shop windows and trying to look like just another California trust fund babe out for a stroll on a bright summer day. The fact nearly every man pounding the pavement tripped over his own two feet as she strolled past wasn’t lost on her. She didn’t have the baby face, long blonde curls, and legs up to there for nothing.<br /> <br /> She avoided eye contact. It was enough to leave them with her scent, they’d have trouble getting it out of their head for weeks, but to look them in the eyes would be downright cruel. Even when she’d been alive all she’d had to do was turn her baby blues in a man’s direction and he followed her around like a dog in heat. She’d made more money for Madame Lily during her first six months than most of her girls made over the course of two years.<br /> <br /> As she made her way to the entrance of the 770 Wilshire Building, she caught a whiff of burned toast. She ducked into the nearest shop and pressed her nose to the plate glass window, scanning the crowd for a familiar face. She’d only seen Mastema appear once in human form. He’d looked ridiculous dressed in a long coat and cowboy hat on the streets of Aurora Nebraska, population four thousand two hundred and twenty-five as of last year. His bad-boy Western get-up would have been more appropriate for Arizona in the late nineteenth century.<br /> <br /> Either Mastema hadn’t been the demon she smelled or he’d already evaporated. The sidewalks were filled with six foot blondes and men who looked like they walked off the cover of GQ. Not a weird outfit or menacing swagger in sight.<br /> <br /> “Help you, Miss? You need mani and pedi today? We have new summer colors look perfect on you.”<br /> <br /> Faina whirled around to face the ancient Vietnamese woman. She’d ducked into a nail salon. Her senses had been so focused on the burnt toast smell and Mastema’s human form she hadn’t noticed the acrid smell of nail polish.<br /> <br /> “No, not today. I’m sorry. I’ve got to go.”<br /> <br /> Faina opened the door and strode to the parking garage entrance of the building. On the way a clock struck five. The smell of burnt toast wafted from a nearby taco stand. Had that been what she smelled? Tacos? She was jumping at shadows. That wasn’t like her.<br /> <br /> She made her way to Jace’s sports car by visualizing it. As the flood of workers poured into the garage, she hoped Jace would stay calm when he saw her. She was taking a risk as there would be plenty of witnesses if he wigged out.<br /> <br /> He was busy scrolling through messages on his phone as he sauntered to his car, and didn’t see her until she stepped in front of him as he was about to open the door.<br /> <br /> “Oh Jesus. Holy fu—” His warm brown eyes opened wide and he visibly swallowed. “How did you... you’re real. Holy shit.”<br /> <br /> “Get in your car, Jace. People are staring. One of them looks like he’s going to take a picture with his cell.”<br /> <br /> The lie snapped him out of his trance. He unlocked the doors and she slid into the passenger seat. “Start the car but don’t move yet.”<br /> <br /> He stared straight ahead as the engine roared to life. Beads of sweat pooled at his hairline. She could hear his heart pounding. When she reached up to wipe his forehead he moaned. “It’s all right, Jace. Just try to relax.”<br /> <br /> “I don’t understand.” His voice shook.<br /> <br /> “You don’t need to. Wait until the garage clears out a bit. Then we’ll leave.”<br /> <br /> “I... I have a dinner date. A family friend. I have to go. I don’t want to but… I… I should.”<br /> <br /> “Do you want me to leave?”<br /> <br /> He looked into her eyes with the most desperate longing she’d ever seen on a human face. A flash of apprehension shivered down her spine, unbalancing her. She was going to hurt him. Badly. He’d lose everything. His home, the Foundation, his dinner date, maybe even this fancy sports car. And some kid wouldn’t have a place to sleep on a cold, winter night, or a youth group to keep him off the streets.<br /> <br /> The men she brought to Mastema were bad-to-the-bone to begin with. They just needed a little help to push them in the right direction. The inevitable direction, as he liked to call it. But Jace Blackmon was a good guy.<br /> <br /> Then why does Apollyon want him? But what if he didn’t want Jace? What if Jahi was right and Mastema had forged the contract?<br /> <br /> “Faina.” His whisper pulled her back to the present. Until she had proof to the contrary, it was Jace’s soul or her eternal torment as one of Mastema’s sex slaves. This was self-preservation. Nothing more.<br /> <br /> She looked into his eyes and smiled “Yes, Jace?”<br /> <br /> &quot;Please don't leave, Faina.&quot;<br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=The_Last_Soul&diff=110853 2011-05-28T17:13:29Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: </p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:The Last Soul}}<br /> <br /> [[Category:Erotic Romance]] <br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Last Soul''' is an ''Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense novella'' by [[Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:TLS LG 89779 std.jpg|200px|thumb|left|The Last Soul by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> '''Faina has been dead for one hundred and fifty years, but she’s about to become human again. All she has to do is seduce Jace Blackmon, the most honest financier ever to grace the city of angels, into signing away his soul.'''<br /> <br /> '''Jace Blackmon has fallen in love with his fantasy woman. But when he realizes she was tricked by a demon to bring about his ruin, including the revelation of a long-buried secret to the media, he must choose between his heart or life without her.'''<br /> <br /> '''Excerpt:<br /> <br /> Faina donned a Betsey Johnson flowered dress and wedge sandals, then materialized a few blocks from where Jace worked.<br /> <br /> It felt so good to be outdoors. The warm air was soothing, the traffic noises and bustling crowds reminding her of New York City. Faina didn’t often get nostalgic for her human life, but today she did. If she succeeded in this mission, she’d be human again. Warm weather, noisy crowds and city life would be her reality, not simply the realm in which she was allowed to work.<br /> <br /> Unless Mastema had tricked her. No. She wouldn’t think about that now. She had a job to do. She took her time, peering in shop windows and trying to look like just another California trust fund babe out for a stroll on a bright summer day. The fact nearly every man pounding the pavement tripped over his own two feet as she strolled past wasn’t lost on her. She didn’t have the baby face, long blonde curls, and legs up to there for nothing.<br /> <br /> She avoided eye contact. It was enough to leave them with her scent, they’d have trouble getting it out of their head for weeks, but to look them in the eyes would be downright cruel. Even when she’d been alive all she’d had to do was turn her baby blues in a man’s direction and he followed her around like a dog in heat. She’d made more money for Madame Lily during her first six months than most of her girls made over the course of two years.<br /> <br /> As she made her way to the entrance of the 770 Wilshire Building, she caught a whiff of burned toast. She ducked into the nearest shop and pressed her nose to the plate glass window, scanning the crowd for a familiar face. She’d only seen Mastema appear once in human form. He’d looked ridiculous dressed in a long coat and cowboy hat on the streets of Aurora Nebraska, population four thousand two hundred and twenty-five as of last year. His bad-boy Western get-up would have been more appropriate for Arizona in the late nineteenth century.<br /> <br /> Either Mastema hadn’t been the demon she smelled or he’d already evaporated. The sidewalks were filled with six foot blondes and men who looked like they walked off the cover of GQ. Not a weird outfit or menacing swagger in sight.<br /> <br /> “Help you, Miss? You need mani and pedi today? We have new summer colors look perfect on you.”<br /> <br /> Faina whirled around to face the ancient Vietnamese woman. She’d ducked into a nail salon. Her senses had been so focused on the burnt toast smell and Mastema’s human form she hadn’t noticed the acrid smell of nail polish.<br /> <br /> “No, not today. I’m sorry. I’ve got to go.”<br /> <br /> Faina opened the door and strode to the parking garage entrance of the building. On the way a clock struck five. The smell of burnt toast wafted from a nearby taco stand. Had that been what she smelled? Tacos? She was jumping at shadows. That wasn’t like her.<br /> <br /> She made her way to Jace’s sports car by visualizing it. As the flood of workers poured into the garage, she hoped Jace would stay calm when he saw her. She was taking a risk as there would be plenty of witnesses if he wigged out.<br /> <br /> He was busy scrolling through messages on his phone as he sauntered to his car, and didn’t see her until she stepped in front of him as he was about to open the door.<br /> <br /> “Oh Jesus. Holy fu—” His warm brown eyes opened wide and he visibly swallowed. “How did you... you’re real. Holy shit.”<br /> <br /> “Get in your car, Jace. People are staring. One of them looks like he’s going to take a picture with his cell.”<br /> <br /> The lie snapped him out of his trance. He unlocked the doors and she slid into the passenger seat. “Start the car but don’t move yet.”<br /> <br /> He stared straight ahead as the engine roared to life. Beads of sweat pooled at his hairline. She could hear his heart pounding. When she reached up to wipe his forehead he moaned. “It’s all right, Jace. Just try to relax.”<br /> <br /> “I don’t understand.” His voice shook.<br /> <br /> “You don’t need to. Wait until the garage clears out a bit. Then we’ll leave.”<br /> <br /> “I... I have a dinner date. A family friend. I have to go. I don’t want to but… I… I should.”<br /> <br /> “Do you want me to leave?”<br /> <br /> He looked into her eyes with the most desperate longing she’d ever seen on a human face. A flash of apprehension shivered down her spine, unbalancing her. She was going to hurt him. Badly. He’d lose everything. His home, the Foundation, his dinner date, maybe even this fancy sports car. And some kid wouldn’t have a place to sleep on a cold, winter night, or a youth group to keep him off the streets.<br /> <br /> The men she brought to Mastema were bad-to-the-bone to begin with. They just needed a little help to push them in the right direction. The inevitable direction, as he liked to call it. But Jace Blackmon was a good guy.<br /> <br /> Then why does Apollyon want him? But what if he didn’t want Jace? What if Jahi was right and Mastema had forged the contract?<br /> <br /> “Faina.” His whisper pulled her back to the present. Until she had proof to the contrary, it was Jace’s soul or her eternal torment as one of Mastema’s sex slaves. This was self-preservation. Nothing more.<br /> <br /> She looked into his eyes and smiled “Yes, Jace?”<br /> <br /> &quot;Please don't leave, Faina.&quot;'''<br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=The_Last_Soul&diff=110851 2011-05-28T17:11:57Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: </p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:The Last Soul}}<br /> <br /> [[Category:Erotic Romance]] <br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Last Soul''' is an ''Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense novella'' by [[Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:TLS LG 89779 std.jpg|200px|thumb|left|The Last Soul by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> '''Faina has been dead for one hundred and fifty years, but she’s about to become human again. All she has to do is seduce Jace Blackmon, the most honest financier ever to grace the city of angels, into signing away his soul.'''<br /> <br /> '''Jace Blackmon has fallen in love with his fantasy woman. But when he realizes she was tricked by a demon to bring about his ruin, including the revelation of a long-buried secret to the media, he must choose between his heart or life without her.'''<br /> <br /> E'''xcerpt:<br /> <br /> Faina donned a Betsey Johnson flowered dress and wedge sandals, then materialized a few blocks from where Jace worked.<br /> <br /> It felt so good to be outdoors. The warm air was soothing, the traffic noises and bustling crowds reminding her of New York City. Faina didn’t often get nostalgic for her human life, but today she did. If she succeeded in this mission, she’d be human again. Warm weather, noisy crowds and city life would be her reality, not simply the realm in which she was allowed to work.<br /> <br /> Unless Mastema had tricked her. No. She wouldn’t think about that now. She had a job to do. She took her time, peering in shop windows and trying to look like just another California trust fund babe out for a stroll on a bright summer day. The fact nearly every man pounding the pavement tripped over his own two feet as she strolled past wasn’t lost on her. She didn’t have the baby face, long blonde curls, and legs up to there for nothing.<br /> <br /> She avoided eye contact. It was enough to leave them with her scent, they’d have trouble getting it out of their head for weeks, but to look them in the eyes would be downright cruel. Even when she’d been alive all she’d had to do was turn her baby blues in a man’s direction and he followed her around like a dog in heat. She’d made more money for Madame Lily during her first six months than most of her girls made over the course of two years.<br /> <br /> As she made her way to the entrance of the 770 Wilshire Building, she caught a whiff of burned toast. She ducked into the nearest shop and pressed her nose to the plate glass window, scanning the crowd for a familiar face. She’d only seen Mastema appear once in human form. He’d looked ridiculous dressed in a long coat and cowboy hat on the streets of Aurora Nebraska, population four thousand two hundred and twenty-five as of last year. His bad-boy Western get-up would have been more appropriate for Arizona in the late nineteenth century.<br /> <br /> Either Mastema hadn’t been the demon she smelled or he’d already evaporated. The sidewalks were filled with six foot blondes and men who looked like they walked off the cover of GQ. Not a weird outfit or menacing swagger in sight.<br /> <br /> “Help you, Miss? You need mani and pedi today? We have new summer colors look perfect on you.”<br /> <br /> Faina whirled around to face the ancient Vietnamese woman. She’d ducked into a nail salon. Her senses had been so focused on the burnt toast smell and Mastema’s human form she hadn’t noticed the acrid smell of nail polish.<br /> <br /> “No, not today. I’m sorry. I’ve got to go.”<br /> <br /> Faina opened the door and strode to the parking garage entrance of the building. On the way a clock struck five. The smell of burnt toast wafted from a nearby taco stand. Had that been what she smelled? Tacos? She was jumping at shadows. That wasn’t like her.<br /> <br /> She made her way to Jace’s sports car by visualizing it. As the flood of workers poured into the garage, she hoped Jace would stay calm when he saw her. She was taking a risk as there would be plenty of witnesses if he wigged out.<br /> <br /> He was busy scrolling through messages on his phone as he sauntered to his car, and didn’t see her until she stepped in front of him as he was about to open the door.<br /> <br /> “Oh Jesus. Holy fu—” His warm brown eyes opened wide and he visibly swallowed. “How did you... you’re real. Holy shit.”<br /> <br /> “Get in your car, Jace. People are staring. One of them looks like he’s going to take a picture with his cell.”<br /> <br /> The lie snapped him out of his trance. He unlocked the doors and she slid into the passenger seat. “Start the car but don’t move yet.”<br /> <br /> He stared straight ahead as the engine roared to life. Beads of sweat pooled at his hairline. She could hear his heart pounding. When she reached up to wipe his forehead he moaned. “It’s all right, Jace. Just try to relax.”<br /> <br /> “I don’t understand.” His voice shook.<br /> <br /> “You don’t need to. Wait until the garage clears out a bit. Then we’ll leave.”<br /> <br /> “I... I have a dinner date. A family friend. I have to go. I don’t want to but… I… I should.”<br /> <br /> “Do you want me to leave?”<br /> <br /> He looked into her eyes with the most desperate longing she’d ever seen on a human face. A flash of apprehension shivered down her spine, unbalancing her. She was going to hurt him. Badly. He’d lose everything. His home, the Foundation, his dinner date, maybe even this fancy sports car. And some kid wouldn’t have a place to sleep on a cold, winter night, or a youth group to keep him off the streets.<br /> <br /> The men she brought to Mastema were bad-to-the-bone to begin with. They just needed a little help to push them in the right direction. The inevitable direction, as he liked to call it. But Jace Blackmon was a good guy.<br /> <br /> Then why does Apollyon want him? But what if he didn’t want Jace? What if Jahi was right and Mastema had forged the contract?<br /> <br /> “Faina.” His whisper pulled her back to the present. Until she had proof to the contrary, it was Jace’s soul or her eternal torment as one of Mastema’s sex slaves. This was self-preservation. Nothing more.<br /> <br /> She looked into his eyes and smiled “Yes, Jace?”<br /> <br /> “Please don’t leave, Faina.”&quot;&quot;'''<br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=The_Last_Soul&diff=110850 2011-05-28T17:09:41Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: </p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:The Last Soul}}<br /> <br /> [[Category:Erotic Romance]] <br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Last Soul''' is an ''Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense novella'' by [[Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:TLS LG 89779 std.jpg|200px|thumb|left|The Last Soul by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> '''Faina has been dead for one hundred and fifty years, but she’s about to become human again. All she has to do is seduce Jace Blackmon, the most honest financier ever to grace the city of angels, into signing away his soul.'''<br /> <br /> '''Jace Blackmon has fallen in love with his fantasy woman. But when he realizes she was tricked by a demon to bring about his ruin, including the revelation of a long-buried secret to the media, he must choose between his heart or life without her.'''<br /> <br /> &quot;&quot;Excerpt:<br /> <br /> Faina donned a Betsey Johnson flowered dress and wedge sandals, then materialized a few blocks from where Jace worked. <br /> It felt so good to be outdoors. The warm air was soothing, the traffic noises and bustling crowds reminding her of New York City. Faina didn’t often get nostalgic for her human life, but today she did. If she succeeded in this mission, she’d be human again. Warm weather, noisy crowds and city life would be her reality, not simply the realm in which she was allowed to work. <br /> Unless Mastema had tricked her. No. She wouldn’t think about that now. She had a job to do. She took her time, peering in shop windows and trying to look like just another California trust fund babe out for a stroll on a bright summer day. The fact nearly every man pounding the pavement tripped over his own two feet as she strolled past wasn’t lost on her. She didn’t have the baby face, long blonde curls, and legs up to there for nothing.<br /> She avoided eye contact. It was enough to leave them with her scent, they’d have trouble getting it out of their head for weeks, but to look them in the eyes would be downright cruel. Even when she’d been alive all she’d had to do was turn her baby blues in a man’s direction and he followed her around like a dog in heat. She’d made more money for Madame Lily during her first six months than most of her girls made over the course of two years.<br /> As she made her way to the entrance of the 770 Wilshire Building, she caught a whiff of burned toast. She ducked into the nearest shop and pressed her nose to the plate glass window, scanning the crowd for a familiar face. She’d only seen Mastema appear once in human form. He’d looked ridiculous dressed in a long coat and cowboy hat on the streets of Aurora Nebraska, population four thousand two hundred and twenty-five as of last year. His bad-boy Western get-up would have been more appropriate for Arizona in the late nineteenth century.<br /> Either Mastema hadn’t been the demon she smelled or he’d already evaporated. The sidewalks were filled with six foot blondes and men who looked like they walked off the cover of GQ. Not a weird outfit or menacing swagger in sight.<br /> “Help you, Miss? You need mani and pedi today? We have new summer colors look perfect on you.”<br /> Faina whirled around to face the ancient Vietnamese woman. She’d ducked into a nail salon. Her senses had been so focused on the burnt toast smell and Mastema’s human form she hadn’t noticed the acrid smell of nail polish.<br /> “No, not today. I’m sorry. I’ve got to go.”<br /> Faina opened the door and strode to the parking garage entrance of the building. On the way a clock struck five. The smell of burnt toast wafted from a nearby taco stand. Had that been what she smelled? Tacos? She was jumping at shadows. That wasn’t like her.<br /> She made her way to Jace’s sports car by visualizing it. As the flood of workers poured into the garage, she hoped Jace would stay calm when he saw her. She was taking a risk as there would be plenty of witnesses if he wigged out.<br /> He was busy scrolling through messages on his phone as he sauntered to his car, and didn’t see her until she stepped in front of him as he was about to open the door.<br /> “Oh Jesus. Holy fu—” His warm brown eyes opened wide and he visibly swallowed. “How did you... you’re real. Holy shit.”<br /> “Get in your car, Jace. People are staring. One of them looks like he’s going to take a picture with his cell.”<br /> The lie snapped him out of his trance. He unlocked the doors and she slid into the passenger seat. “Start the car but don’t move yet.”<br /> He stared straight ahead as the engine roared to life. Beads of sweat pooled at his hairline. She could hear his heart pounding. When she reached up to wipe his forehead he moaned. “It’s all right, Jace. Just try to relax.”<br /> “I don’t understand.” His voice shook.<br /> “You don’t need to. Wait until the garage clears out a bit. Then we’ll leave.”<br /> “I... I have a dinner date. A family friend. I have to go. I don’t want to but… I… I should.”<br /> “Do you want me to leave?”<br /> He looked into her eyes with the most desperate longing she’d ever seen on a human face. A flash of apprehension shivered down her spine, unbalancing her. She was going to hurt him. Badly. He’d lose everything. His home, the Foundation, his dinner date, maybe even this fancy sports car. And some kid wouldn’t have a place to sleep on a cold, winter night, or a youth group to keep him off the streets.<br /> The men she brought to Mastema were bad-to-the-bone to begin with. They just needed a little help to push them in the right direction. The inevitable direction, as he liked to call it. But Jace Blackmon was a good guy.<br /> Then why does Apollyon want him? But what if he didn’t want Jace? What if Jahi was right and Mastema had forged the contract?<br /> “Faina.” His whisper pulled her back to the present. Until she had proof to the contrary, it was Jace’s soul or her eternal torment as one of Mastema’s sex slaves. This was self-preservation. Nothing more.<br /> She looked into his eyes and smiled “Yes, Jace?”<br /> “Please don’t leave, Faina.”&quot;&quot;<br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Carolyn_Rosewood&diff=110844 2011-05-28T16:54:28Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: </p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Rosewood, Carolyn}}&lt;!--fill in the last and first name of the author--&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:Authors - R]] &lt;!--fill in the initial of the author's last name in place of the XX--&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Carolyn Rosewood''' writes Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:TLS_LG__89779_std.jpg|200px|thumb|left|The Last Soul by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> &lt;!--You will have to upload a photo on another screen to use this area, if you do not upload a photo, you can not use this, so delete from the [[File to here--&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Bio ==<br /> <br /> Carolyn Rosewood read her first romance novel at age 19 and was hooked. But it took a devastating tornado in her city to spur her into action. Realizing everything can change in an instant, she also realized if she didn't pursue her dream of being a published romance writer, it would never come true.<br /> <br /> She joined the Romance Writers of America, and last year attended her first writing conference, their National Conference in Orlando Florida. It changed her life, and lit a fire that's still burning. Carolyn has also written contemporary romance, but she's drawn to the spicy paranormal stories and loves writing them.<br /> <br /> She's a PRO member of the RWA, and serves as Treasurer for the Nashville Tennessee RWA chapter, the Music City Romance Writers. Married to her real life hero, they have a daughter in college and a cat named Shadow who loves to watch Carolyn type.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]<br /> <br /> == Books ==<br /> === Fiction ===<br /> * ''[[THE LAST SOUL]]'' - 2011 ([[EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING]])</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Carolyn_Rosewood&diff=110843 2011-05-28T16:52:52Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: /* On the Web */</p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Rosewood, Carolyn}}&lt;!--fill in the last and first name of the author--&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:Authors - R]] &lt;!--fill in the initial of the author's last name in place of the XX--&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''Carolyn Rosewood''' writes Erotic Romance.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:TLS_LG__89779_std.jpg|200px|thumb|left|The Last Soul by Carolyn Rosewood]]<br /> <br /> &lt;!--You will have to upload a photo on another screen to use this area, if you do not upload a photo, you can not use this, so delete from the [[File to here--&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Bio ==<br /> <br /> Carolyn Rosewood read her first romance novel at age 19 and was hooked. But it took a devastating tornado in her city to spur her into action. Realizing everything can change in an instant, she also realized if she didn't pursue her dream of being a published romance writer, it would never come true.<br /> <br /> She joined the Romance Writers of America, and last year attended her first writing conference, their National Conference in Orlando Florida. It changed her life, and lit a fire that's still burning. Carolyn has also written contemporary romance, but she's drawn to the spicy paranormal stories and loves writing them.<br /> <br /> She's a PRO member of the RWA, and serves as Treasurer for the Nashville Tennessee RWA chapter, the Music City Romance Writers. Married to her real life hero, they have a daughter in college and a cat named Shadow who loves to watch Carolyn type.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com Official Website]<br /> <br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html Carolyn Rosewood at Evernight Publishing]<br /> <br /> == Books ==<br /> === Fiction ===<br /> * ''[[THE LAST SOUL]]'' - 2011 ([[EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING]])</div>

Carolyn Rosewood https://romancewiki.bham.ac.uk//index.php?title=Carolyn_Rosewood&diff=110836 2011-05-28T16:39:44Z

<p>Carolyn Rosewood: /* On the Web */</p> <hr /> <div>{{DEFAULTSORT:Rosewood, Carolyn}}&lt;!--fill in the last and first name of the author--&gt;<br /> [[Category:Authors - R]] &lt;!--fill in the initial of the author's last name in place of the XX--&gt;<br /> <br /> '''CAROLYN ROSEWOOD''' and general discussion about the author - honors, influences, special characteristics.<br /> <br /> == On the Web ==<br /> * [http://www.carolynrosewood.com CAROLYN ROSEWOOD] - this is an author's main website<br /> * [http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Carolyn-Rosewood.html EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING] -- such as a blog or special publisher pages<br /> <br /> == Books ==<br /> === Fiction ===<br /> * ''[[THE LAST SOUL]]'' - 2011 ([[EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING]])</div>

Carolyn Rosewood