Cover Art For "Filthy Leuker"

Got my cover art for Filthy Leuker and I'm thrilled! What do you think?

This novella will be released by Romance Divine on December 9, 2011. It's the sequel to Feral Heat, my m/m bisexual werewolf erotic romance.

Here are basic info, my blurb, and one excerpt for your reading pleasure.

Title: Filthy Leuker                                                   

Release Date: 09 December 2011

ISBN: 978-1-935757-49-8

Author: Elizabeth Black  

Format: E-Book

Length: 12,438 words   66 pp (PDF)

Genre: Erotica

Category: Erotica, Fetish, Paranormal, Werewolf, Gay, Male Male, Bisexual, Multiple Partner

Price: $4.99

Blurb:

Erotic author Elizabeth Black is back. And she brings with her those lusty, bisexual werewolves/stagehands from her hot and sexy FERAL HEAT. This time Grant and Sam have their eyes on the show’s luscious male dancer: Leuker. To keep it all interesting, the lithesome ladies, Lina and Charlotte, are also along. It’s a paranormal, erotic, anything goes FIVE-some. Blame it all on…FILTHY LEUKER.

Excerpt:

"I don't think we'll be getting much rest tonight. I'm feeling adventurous!" Charlotte dipped her finger in her Tuaca and rubbed it around her mouth, pursing her lips with the promise of much more. She pulled a pair of dice out of her back pocket of her jeans and rolled them in her palm. "What do you say we play with my Sex Dice?"

"What are Sex Dice?" Luke looked so open and naïve Sam wanted to hug him.

"He's adorable," Charlotte brushed her fingers against Luke's arm, making Luke double-take at her bold gesture. A pang of jealousy washed over Sam, but he immediately shoved the feeling away. They'd share each other's bodies soon enough. Charlotte continued: "Sex Dice are a game. We shake the dice and do whatever they tell us to do. One die says what to do and the other die says to whom to do it."

Luke reached for the dice in Charlotte's hand but Lina slapped him away. She likes slapping. I could get into a little swat. The pain would do me good.

"No!” Lina commanded. “I'd rather see your reaction the moment you have to remove your shirt or French kiss the person to your right."

"Good thing we're bi or that could be awkward." Mirth filled Grant's voice.

"Or enticing," Charlotte nibbled brie from an apple slice. Melting cheese dripped from the corner of her mouth, and the tip of her tongue snatched it up before it could get away, making Sam's cock twitched with delight. "Have you ever seen two straight women kiss? It's very exciting. All the giggling and petting. They love it. They just don't admit it."

"Enough talk! Let's play. Everyone on the floor in a circle." Sam took the dice from Charlotte as the five of them sat on the floor with Sam against the couch and to his right Grant, then Lina, Luke, and Charlotte.

"I'll go first," He took a long swallow of his Tuaca and tossed the dice on the rug.

Six Sentence Sunday #18 - Filthy Leuker (Coming In December)

This is my eighteenth Six Sentence Sunday. The six sentences are from Filthy Leuker, the latest in my Feral Heat erotic bisexual werewolf series. This novella will be released in early December. 

"Sorry, luv, you're a day late and a dollar short. We've already had him," that sultry and husky feminine voice jarred him from his daydream. Charlotte stood before him with her arms akimbo, hip thrust outward, giving him a cheeky grin. Dressed in tight black jeans and a tighter black tank top that squeezed together her huge breasts, she twisted her bee-stung lips in an amused grin that she once again bested him in the fucking department. "His name's Leuker Pearce and he's a stallion in bed."

"I'd love to pierce him." 

Feral Heat (novella) and Fluff The Master (short story) are part of this series. Filthy Leuker also includes my bisexual characters Lina and Charlotte from my short erotic story Neighbors, published in the Vamps anthology by Torquere Press. You may find information about these three works in my links at the top of this web site. Feral Heat has its own link. The other two are in my Short Stories and Free Stories categories.  Feral Heat is for sale (and I recommend you read that one first) and Fluff The Master is a free read! Yes, you read that right. FREE READ! . These books make ideal Christmas gifts. 

Welcome Readers From The Romance Reviews Party Event!

Welcome readers! Good luck with the holiday party event at The Romance Reviews. I'm glad you're here because I have some announcements for you.

First, my Free Read. Yes! Free! In honor of my new series based on my bisexual male werewolf characters from my novella Feral Heat, I've written a free short story in the Feral Heat universe. This short story is Fluff The Master, and you may pick it up at AllRomanceEBooks. If you want a PDF of the book, feel free to contact me at mselizabethablack AT comcast DOT net and I'll e-mail it to you.

Here's a blurb for Fluff The Master:

Sam Hightower and Grant Newsome, the bisexual werewolves from Feral Heat, are back in a new, rousing adventure. This time, it's Sam's birthday and they are hard at work in a Maryland theater putting up lights when an earthquake strikes! When they run outside, they meet a young man named Trent. Sam doesn't know Grant had already tasted what Trent had to offer. After the quake, they retreat to the safety of the stage and enjoy a little erotic show of their own! Trent surprises and shocks Sam with a special request. Will Sam be able to meet it? Read this FREE STORY and find out!

If you'd like to read Feral Heat before reading this story (I highly recommend it), feel free to buy the book per the links on my Feral Heat web site page link located at the top of this page. Here are buy links for convenience:

Romance Divine

Amazon Kindle

AllRomanceEBooks

B&N Nook

Bookstrand

Here's the blurb for Feral Heat:

Grant and Sam were more than lovers; they shared a special secret. They also shared Grant’s roommate, Amelia, who was beginning to get suspicious about the two hunky males who disappeared every month. The sexy trio was not without their crises: Grant and Sam had a curse that continued to dog them, and Amelia’s soon-to-be ex had a bite that was as bad as his bark. It’s a howlin’ sexy time when author Elizabeth Black turns up the – Feral Heat.

And finally, my series continues with the novella Filthy Leuker, which will be released in December, 2011. Here are an advanced description, blurb and excerpt for your reading pleasure:

Description:

Filthy Leuker continues the story of Sam Hightower and Grant Newsome, my bisexual werewolves from my novella Feral Heat. You may also find Sam and Grant in the free read Fluff The Master, published by Romance Divine in its Explicit Encounters anthology.

This story includes Lina and Charlotte, my two lesbians from my story Neighbors, published by Torquere Press in its Vamps anthology in 2009. 

Blurb:

Sam Hightower and Grant Newsome are lovers and co-workers. They work as lighting technicians for a Seattle theatre. Their lives change when Sam literally stumbles over Lueker Pearce, the lead dancer in a visiting dance troupe. Not only is Luke a talented dancer, he is the spitting image of Grant - so much so that Sam can't stop fantasizing about him. Plus Luke is so sweet and shy Sam fears it'll be easy to fall for him. Will Sam and Grant invite Luke into their fold, and if they do, will they tell him their big secret - namely, that they are werewolves?

Excerpt:

Sam Hightower's pulse raced at the sight of ripped abs and muscular thighs. The man who flowed across the stage with such little effort looked so much like his lover, Grant Newsome, that Sam blinked his eyes a few times to make sure his vision wasn't playing tricks on him. Who's the god with the rapt attention of every man and woman in this room?

The two men could have been brothers. Grant's twin wore his hair at shoulder length, thick and full, with tendrils falling in his shining green eyes. Those eyes are emerald green, so green they glow like an aurora in winter. His face bore the same smoldering look of extreme concentration. This man would snap at Sam, turning on him in an instant if he interrupted his train of thought, much the same way Grant grumbled if he did the same thing. Each twist of his hip and roll of his shoulder enhanced the earthy lust his meager leotard couldn't contain. The dancer strutted amid his shorter and less stellar-looking partners bringing a flush to Sam's cheeks. He moved with a grace Grant lacked, but animal magnetism oozed from every pore. Tall and majestic, he glided across the stage is if his feet didn't touch the ground, his elegant form so beautiful he took Sam's breath away.

"Sorry, luv, you're a day late and a dollar short. We've already had him," that sultry and husky feminine voice jarred him from his daydream. Charlotte stood before him with her arms akimbo, hip thrust outward, giving him a cheeky grin. Dressed in tight black jeans and a tighter black tank top that squeezed together her huge breasts, she twisted her bee-stung lips in an amused grin that she once again bested him in the fucking department. "His name's Leuker Pearce and he's a stallion in bed."

"I'd love to pierce him."

"You might be able to," Lina said. The quieter of the two women stood behind Charlotte, her arms wrapped around the gutsier one's waist. Quite the virago, Charlotte's lusty nature thrilled Sam on the few occasions they found themselves in bed together. Or in the back seat of his car. Or those two times in the catwalks with their groans echoing throughout the theater. Charlotte preferred women to men, but Sam enjoyed her touch and smell too many times to count. He teased the woman by sneaking up behind her to grab her boobs. She retaliated by bursting unexpectedly from behind road boxes to squeeze his cock. Despite the sex play, they were buddies more than sex partners.

She and her lover Lina settled in Portland after years traveling on the road. Amazed at how much the two looked alike, he admired their sleek arms and hands, strong from years of painting sets. They could be twins – or doppelgangers. Harbingers of doom. And now his lover's twin writhed before him, making love to the stage as he twirled and leaped. Imagine the fivesome we could have. It would be like something out of a Penthouse letter!

"He swings both ways," Charlotte said. "I can see a hot little threesome there; you, Luke, and Luke's evil twin. You need to be adventurous. You now how much I love adventure."

Should he mention his fantasy fivesome? No, not just yet… "So you noticed the resemblance, too?" Lust tingled the hairs on the back of Sam's neck. That beautiful creature moved like a majestic elk in the Alaskan high country. "What kind of name is Leuker?"

"It's Dutch. He goes by Luke. It's also his middle name. Says his first name is horrible."

"And 'Leuker' isn't?"

Her deep, throaty laugh reverberated amongst the flats. "He told me it's his mother's maiden name. Says it means good-looking."

Sam gawked at the tight ass and strong legs that sashayed across the stage. "Can't deny that."

My New Series Based On "Feral Heat"

Have you read my novella Feral Heat, which is about the lives and antics of Sam Hightower and Grant Newsome, two bisexual werewolves? Those two work as lighting technicians for stage plays. That book has always been my best seller. Since many people have written to me telling me how much they like Sam and Grant I've decided to write more stories that include those two characters. The first story appears in the bookExplicit Encounters published by Romance Divine. It's called Fluff The Master, and it's a FREE READ! Yes, you read that right. FREE! So pick up your copy today. You may find it at AllRomanceeBooks. You may also e-mail me at trishcwilson AT comcast DOT net and I will give you a PDF copy of the book.

AllRomanceeBooks – Explicit Encounters – Contains Fluff The Master.

Here's my Feral Heat page on my web site. It has everything you need: buy links, excerpt, blurb, reviews, and cover.

In Fluff The Master, it's Sam's birthday and he and Grant take on a new lover. The problem Sam has is that he shifts into werewolf form when he becomes aroused. Not only is that embarrassing, it's dangerous.

Here are two excerpts from Fluff The Master for your reading pleasure. This short story is a FREE READ with other short stories by Romance Divine authors in the book Explicit Encounters. So pick up your copy today.

EXCERPT ONE

Grant laughed. "That's the whole idea."

"What idea?" Sam asked.

"This one." He grabbed Sam by the collar of his t-shirt and pulled him close. His kiss tasted of beer and the chocolate chip cookies he snacked on in place of a healthy lunch.I have to remind him to cut down on the junk food. Sam wrapped one arm around Grant's back and squeezed him tightly in an amorous embrace. Tongues meeting and mingling, he lost himself in a heady and exciting kiss. Arousal tingled at his mouth and traveled down his chest to slam into his groin. In seconds he was hard. He shifted in the seat to make room for his growing erection.

EXCERPT TWO

"Oh, my God, that feels good! It's so cold!"

"It's the lube. We store it in the cooler in the summer. Makes anal much more fun. It's like getting impaled with an icicle."

Sam grasped Trent by his hips and thrust his cock in and out, in a steady beat of movement, neither too fast nor too slow. As his arousal overcame him, he felt his skin once again thicken and pulsate. Muscles in his legs grew, hair lengthened and coarsened. He felt his beating heart enlarge in his chest as his torso expanded. Be careful… Don't let it go too far or you won't be able to control it. And then Trent's life will be in danger.

His jaws popped. Vision brightened as his eyes adjusted to the darkened theater, changing into their feral night vision. He glanced at the box seat and saw the shadow move closer to the edge of the balcony. A handsome face with vintage features stared at the triad that moved in and out of each other's bodies with such passion and grace. Sam smiled and shook his head. Not tonight, Hugh. Four's a crowd. The stage and house brightened in his gaze, not unlike seeing the darkened theater through infrared lenses. Sam scratched Trent's back with his lengthening claws, wanting to caress like a breeze but also wanting to rend flesh to get to the bloody meat beneath. I need to come fast or I'll hurt him.

The Pleasures Of The Flesh

Pleasure is the beginning and the end of living happily.

- Epicurus

Pleasure is the only thing to live for. Nothing ages like happiness.

- Oscar Wilde”

We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.


- Charles Bukowski

Do you enjoy pleasure or do you deny yourself?

Pleasure gets such a bad rap. The stoics in America want to deny all of us our Seven Deadly Sins. I certainly don't confuse pleasure with happiness, but I don't deny myself pleasure for moral or religious reasons. To do so, in my opinion, is both stupid and totally unnecessary.

My characters Charlotte and Lina in Neighbors are two fine hedonists, and they don't apologize for it. They first appeared in my short story Neighbors, published in Torquere's Vamps anthology. I incorporated them into my short freebie story Filthy Leuker. They will also appear in my upcoming sequel to my best-selling novella Feral Heat.

Charlotte and Lina, however, turned the meal into a bacchanal. Both of them gorged on hors d'oevres. Steamed mussels soaked in their juices. Raw oysters glistened, slick and swollen. The mollusks looked like bowls full of aroused women flashing their tiny pussies at Annie, whispering promises from their puckered lips.

The women asked Annie if she wanted to order some shrimp or some calamari or a slice of pie. Apparently the lemon meringue pie was, to use Charlotte's description, "lethal." She declined. However, that didn't stop them from plying her with a clam here, a mussel there, and several slices of lobster, including one claw.

Charlotte picked up a sliver of lobster, and slid it slowly into Annie's mouth. She inserted her index and middle fingers with the meat, careful not to stab Annie with her long nails. Was this how Charlotte would treat her pussy? Soft and gentle, probing every inch of tender flesh. Fingers moving slowly. In and out. Annie wrapped her tongue around Charlotte's finger and sucked the butter from her skin. Salt tickled her tongue and coated the walls of her mouth. Lina brushed a finger against Annie's cheek, catching a drop of butter before it dribbled down her chin. She lapped the prize from her finger like a kitten nuzzling its mother's milk.

She was quite surprised at her dissolving priggishness. She was also a touch alarmed at how quickly her thighs melted around these two. Her guard was definitely down, and she couldn't decide if that was good or bad. Charlotte and Lina were incredibly difficult to resist. Their mood, which was always up, was infectious. They smelled of sea breezes and that musky sweat that comes only from women. She found herself both aroused and relaxed in their delightful presence.

Both women, especially Charlotte, had taken to punctuating their conversation by touching Annie's hand or brushing their cool fingers against her arms. Lina stroked Annie's hair whenever she had the chance, which over the course of the dinner become increasingly frequent. She preferred to stand a few inches too close to Annie's face. When Lina spoke or breathed, Annie smelled the sweetness of vanilla. Lina liked imported Mexican vanilla in her coffee. The good stuff. Musky, moist, and brown, like her skin. Annie wondered what her mouth tasted like after that first cup in the morning. Probably sweet and warm. What a way to wake up from a good night's sleep.

In the end, Annie relented and ordered a slice of the lemon meringue pie. The sharp smell of citrus shocked her nose. As the cool filling slid over her tongue, she tasted the chilled smoothness of meringue, the tang of lemon, the heavy perfume of beach rose, the crispness of sea grass. Her mouth puckered, and her nostrils flared. She felt her nasal cavities swell in anticipation of the next forkful. Charlotte was right --it was lethal. That had to be the best lemon meringue pie she had ever tasted.

All of her senses had locked in overdrive. Food tasted rich and hearty when she spent her time with lively people, which she had noticed was far too seldom in the past few years. Could be that it was time to do something to change that. She wondered if she could handle it.

Illusion is the first of all pleasures.

~ Oscar Wilde

Pleasure is Nature's test, her sign of approval. When man is happy, he is in harmony with himself and his environment.

~ Oscar Wilde

Gotta love Oscar! I agree that most pleasure, like wealth, is illusion. It's a state of mind. I feel very wealthy and pleasant although I'm not rolling in money. My favorite vices are lust, gluttony, and  sloth. Heh heh. My husband is a gourmet cook and we're always on the lookout for interesting gastromonic delights. Once we have our major bills paid off, I'm buying us Benedictine, a black French winter truffle, and a molcajete for him to use in the kitchen. And none of this need cost much. You just have to know where to look. Like I said, wealth is an illusion. You make yourself feel rich and happy. Everyone has heard of miserable millionaires. Granted, having enough money to pay the bills and not be evicted is a good thing. While I believe wealth is an illusion, poverty is very real. And painful. I don't like pain.

But I do like pleasure.

In America sex is an obsession. In other parts of the world, it is a fact.


~Marlene Dietrich

My characters love pleasure, especially sexual pleasure. The feel of oil massaged into your skin. The warmth of a lover lying atop you. The vibrations from a sex toy in your most sensitive places. Why deny yourself? Those who read erotic romance novels won't deny themselves the carnal pleasures. Even eating can be an erotic act. You read my excerpt from Neighbors. Charlotte and Lina make love to their food.

What are your vices? The sweetness of a succulent peach with juice dripping down your chin? Spice of a decadent liqueur? Sensual dance moves? An erotic massage? Tell me in comments.

Six Sentence Sunday #2 - Feral Heat

This is my second Six Sentence Sunday. Below are six sentences from my erotic romance werewolf novel Feral Heat. This book has been named the April Book Of The Month at Sinclair Books. Buy it and find out why!

What if he had stayed in the Stag's Head instead, enjoying stein after stein of Pils? What if things had been different? Even the smallest change could have affected his future. His buddy Heinrich had gotten up five minutes late that morning, so he had to work an extra half hour before leaving for the night. And if Heinrich had not forgotten his wallet, he would not have had to run back to his work station to pick it up, making him even later. If Heinrich had not been late getting to the Stag's Head Inn, he would have arrived in time to see Grant getting up to leave, and he would have convinced Grant to stay rather than go for a short walk in the Schwarzwald where Grant had run into the werewolf.

If you want to read more, here are buy links:

Romance Divine

Amazon Kindle

Barnes & Noble

Bookstrand

All Romance E-Books


Enjoy!

Feral Heat is my paranormal erotic werewolf romance novel. I'm going to soon begin working on the sequel. Also keep an eye out for my free short story based on this novel, including my two main characters Sam Hightower and Grant Newman. It's coming soon from Romance Divine!

Six Sentence Sunday #1 - Feral Heat

This is my first time test-driving Six Sentence Sunday. I'm curious to see how it works out. Below are six sentences from my erotic romance werewolf novel Feral Heat.

Sam had carpenter's hands from years of building stage sets, and Amelia loved the way they felt on her shoulders. His grip, strong yet gentle at the same time, forced her to lean forward in her chair so he could get to her lower back. Her heart raced at his sensuous touch. Should I allow him to continue? Before she had a chance to think, Grant took her hand and pulled her to her feet.

"Why don't the three of us go upstairs?

If you want to read more, here are buy links:

Romance Divine

Amazon Kindle

Barnes & Noble

Bookstrand

All Romance E-Books

Enjoy!

Feral Heat is up for Book Of The Month At Sinclair Books. If my Six Sentence Sunday intrigued you, please go to the link I provided to Sinclair Books, and vote for  "Feral Heat". Voting is off to the right on the web site. Thank you!

Please Vote For Me For Book Of The Month!

My paranormal erotic werewolf novel "Feral Heat" is up for Book Of The Month at Sinclair Books. Please head over and vote for me! Voting is on the right side of the web site.

http://sinclairbooks.blogspot.com/


For more information on the book, please click on my "Feral Heat" link at the top of this web site. That page includes buy links, a blurb, a book cover, and an excerpt.


Thank you in advance for voting for me! I'm considering writing a sequel to this book. It's always been my best seller.

Japan Disaster Relief - My Effort

[This is  reproduction of my new "Japan Relief" tab at the top of my web site.]

Help The Relief Effort In Japan 
& Read Some Great Fiction!

All proceeds from sales of 
Fountain Of Youth, 
By erotic romance author, 
Elizabeth Black 
to aid relief.

The world was shocked at the destruction caused by the Sendai earthquake and tsunami that devastated Japan in March of 2011. What can a writer do?

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

April 8, 2011

Searching for a way to help relief efforts, Ms. Black and her publisher Romance Divine, LLC collaborated to earmark all sales of her short erotic story Fountain of Youth through June 15, 2011 to be donated to the Red Cross foundation to assist the Japanese in their recovery.

Fountain of Youth is particularly appropriate as it is an m/m erotic short story based on a Japanese folk tale. In Ms. Black's Americanized version, as in the Japanese original, a lesson is learned: be careful what you wish for. What if you could have a do-over; a second chance at love and  romance with the object of your heart’s desire? What would you wish for? Careful, sometimes wishes do come true, but they might not always be exactly what you expect. Sydney finds romance, and changes, after discovering a secret Fountain Of Youth

Find more about this story on Ms. Black's web site: http://elizabethablack.blogspot.com/p/japan-relief.html. All proceeds from this short story sold through June 15 will be donated to the Red Cross foundation to help with relief efforts in Japan.

Buy this story now from the following sites:

Romance Divine

Bookstrand

Amazon Kindle

AllRomanceEBooks

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Elizabeth Black is writer who lives on the Massachusetts coast with her husband, son, and four cats. She pens erotic romance, erotica, dark fiction, and horror. She also writes articles about sex and relationships for numerous publications. You may find her at her web site, http://elizabethablack.blogspot.com. Friend her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/elizabethablack

Romance Divine LLC is a publisher of print books, e-books and audio books; both fiction and non-fiction, in a variety of genres. Romance Divine books can be found at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, All Romance e-Books, Kobo, Bookstrand, Google books, the Apple iBookstore and at other fine on-line retailers. They are also available at the Romance Divine web site: www.romancedivine.com

Contact Information:

Elizabeth Black

trishcwilson@comcast.net

Romance Divine, LLC

Gregory Causey, Publisher

rdivinellc@yahoo.com

Other Books By Elizabeth Black

   
  

Fab Review For "Indiscretions Vol. 2"!!

Kelly Shrewsbury gave my novella Indiscretions Vol. 2: The Mile High Club and Room Service a wonderful review! This novella is comprised of two short stories that are the beginning of a serial. Here's a portion of what she wrote:

Indiscretions Vol. 2 by Elizabeth Black

As always, Elizabeth Black doesn't disappoint me at all, not in any way, shape, form, or fashion. Indiscretions Vol. 1 was absolutely sizzling, but in Vol. 2, readers are taken to new heights.

This book is a novella, at a good length, and starts out hot and keeps getting hotter. While this isn't an erotic romance - and there is a difference between erotica and erotic romance - it still keeps you very interested in the trysts and adventures that the main character, Caryn, takes part in.

Go to the link to read the rest of the review. You can find a blurb, excerpt, and buy links for this book on my "Indiscretions Vol. 2" page in the sidebar at the top of my web site. It's in the "Short Stories" category. Scroll down that page until you see the title and book cover.

Man Candy Tuesday #7

It's that time again - Man Candy Tuesday! In honor of the hot men who appear every Monday on "Hawaii Five-0", I've dedicated Tuesdays to the most mouth-watering man candy out there. Enjoy!





Gotta have at least one picture of Johnny Depp.



Speaking of hot men, how about an excerpt from my novel Feral Heat?



Publisher: Romance Divine
Release Date: 27 Nov 2009
ISBN: 978-1-934446-72-0
Author: Elizabeth Black
Format: E-Book
Length: 22,571 words
Genre: Romance
Category: Erotic, Werewolf, Gay, Paranormal, Multiple-Partner, Threesome

Where To Buy:

Romance Divine

Amazon Kindle

Barnes & Noble

Bookstrand

All Romance E-Books

Price: $4.99

What People Are Saying About "Feral Heat":

"...a real pleasure to read... the menage of both werewolf and mortal brings some steam to the pages of this novella, and this is one read I would highly recommend to readers of romance, erotica, GLBT, and anyone who is looking for something to sizzle their kindles or computers up for a while." - Kelly Shrewsbury, Itmann Books Examiner

"...Feral Heat is well worth diving into for readers who like werewolf romance stories with a seductive and furry edge. I was entertained and quite happy to get to know Grant and Sam and even Grant’s pet dog was sort of cute in a loopy way. There’s a lot to like in this book and I’m certainly glad I read it." - Xeranthemum, Long and Short Reviews, Whipped Cream

Blurb:

Grant and Sam were more than lovers; they shared a special secret. They also shared Grant’s roommate, Amelia, who was beginning to get suspicious about the two hunky males who disappeared every month. The sexy trio was not without their crises: Grant and Sam had a curse that continued to dog them, and Amelia’s soon-to-be ex had a bite that was as bad as his bark. It’s a howlin’ sexy time when author Elizabeth Black turns up the – Feral Heat.

Excerpt:

Amelia Scott was not a dog person. As a cat lover, she could not understand the appeal of mutts, especially large, lumbering, slobbering mutts that couldn't contain their excitement over the littlest things. While she enjoyed admiring Grant's lush body from afar, he came with a companion and she barely stomached Rasputin. Why couldn't he own a toy poodle for Christ's sake? Rasputin even towered over her ten year old son.

Grant was such a luscious piece of eye candy that she could forgive him for owning the most annoying dog in the world so she let it slide. Maybe she'd eventually get used to Rasputin, although she doubted it. Her ex-husband's parents owned three incredibly large dogs that were about as dumb as a bag of hammers. The German Shepherd mutt mix, the idiot Golden Retriever and the dumbest of them all – the Black Lab – often barked their heads off at rabbits that tormented them by sitting just on the other side of the fence where the mutts couldn't get to them. Those rabbits laughed at the dogs, knowing they were as safe as could be, yet those dogs yapped and barked for hours on end, desperately hoping to find a way past that fence to get an early dinner. It never happened.

Rasputin wasn't much better. She took in Rasputin because she needed Grant's money, and because she knew that having a hot, sexy man in the house was well worth the aggravation of Canis Doofus.

"Thanks for the wine. I'm sorry Rasputin lunged at you like that. It's only because he likes you, but that's no excuse. How can I make it up to you?"

As she admired Grant's sexy, well-formed chest, she dared to suggest something just this side of illicit, at least for her, and handed him a sea sponge.

"You can wash my back. That's a good start."

"Your wish is my command."

As he leaned over her, she smelled his musky scent mixed with a spicy cologne. He squeezed water from the sponge onto her back and then rubbed the sponge into her skin. If only her ex could see her now! Here she sat, alone and naked, in a tub full of bubbles with a hot, sexy man pouring water over her back. If her ex knew what she was doing he would probably sue her again.

She admired Grant's luscious torso and then she spied scratch marks on his shoulder. These weren't shallow scratches he got from moving boxes and bumping into furniture in his delightfully clumsy way. No, these scratches burned an ugly red on his tanned skin, deep enough to be painful but not deep enough to require stitches. Not noticing them before she wondered where they came from and if they hurt. Taking a chance, she reached out one wet hand and pressed her palm against his warm skin over the scratches. Damn, he felt good! All those muscles rippling on his shoulders and chest, and here I sit naked with him tending to me. This is too good to be true.

"How did you get those scratches? They look painful."

"They sting a little but they're not that bad. I got them when I was hiking in Dogtown yesterday."

"Haven't you been listening to the news lately? Aren't you afraid of running into those wild wolves?"

"I'm not afraid of them. You know Rasputin is part wolf, right? He's half Russian Wolfhound and half wolf. That's why he gets worked up all the time. Hyper mutt, isn't he?"

"What about those wolves, though? They've been killing the wild turkeys in the area and I hear they've even mauled some pets. I think you should keep Rasputin in the house at night and stay out of Dogtown."

Dogtown was a copse of forest about ten miles wide that hikers and mountain bikers loved to visit for some healthy recreation. Ever since the wolf sightings had started three months ago, the authorities told locals to stay out of the area because it was too risky. Isolated and densely packed, if Grant were attacked by a wolf in Dogtown he would be stranded there, unable to get medical help unless a hiker or mountain biker stumbled upon him. Amelia didn't want him to take a chance of ending up hurt by hiking in Dogtown with a wolf sighting in effect for the area.