Monday, March 26, 2012

Win an ARC of Cat Scratch Fever!

UPDATE: The winner of the ARC is Pam (Vanilla Orchids). Congrats to her, and thank you everyone for entering! 



To celebrate the April 10th release of Cat Scratch Fever, I'm giving away an ARC to one lucky winner. To enter, just leave a comment and your email address so I can contact you if you're the winner. Contest is open to US and international entries. Last day to enter is April 1st, midnight EST.

                                 Good luck!

Who says a wolf can’t make a pussycat purr?

Perfect timing has never been Lilly Prescott’s long suit. Seconds before a showdown with werewolf Dante Morgan, who owns a property that by rights should belong to her, she goes into heat. Not a simple event for a lynx shifter. No, she’s doomed to weeks of frustration that can only be soothed by frequent rolls in the hay—or her hand. Unfortunately, Dante accidentally witnesses the latter.

Left shaken and highly aroused in the snow, Dante can’t believe he’s attracted to the woman who drives him crazy, and not in a good way. Worse, his father has issued an ultimatum. Marry, or abdicate his place as pack leader. On the other hand, it’s the perfect leverage. Lilly will get her land…in exchange for a wedding ring and all the sexual satisfaction she can handle.

Marry Dante? No doubt he’s a poster boy for Hunks ’R’ Us, but he’s rude, arrogant and Lilly’s sworn enemy. Not to mention the thought of losing her independence is frightening as hell.

When they find themselves falling victim to their own charade, though, it’s anything but hell. It’s heaven, and the last thing either of them wants. The real thing.

Warning: This book contains redneck werewolves, inconvenient hormones, and a whole new use for cat toys. Uncontrollable meowing may occur.

Excerpt (Warning: ADULT)


What the hell am I doing? This whole plan is nuts. Lilly ran both hands down her face and smothered a groan. Dante chose that moment to walk back into the living room.

Awarding her a cautious glance, he plopped a plate loaded with a fresh bagel sandwich and chips on her lap. 

“Everything okay?”

She swallowed past the lump of worry lodged in her throat. “No one is going to buy this—you and I.”

“That’s why we have to make it convincing.”

“Trust me, I’m not that good of an actress.”

Dante rubbed his jaw. “Well, my old man already thinks we’ve got something going on.”

“Great. One down, a couple hundred more people to go. And that’s just counting your relatives.” She snatched a chip and nibbled its crinkled edge listlessly. The healthy appetite she’d possessed minutes ago seemed to have disintegrated. She dropped the half-eaten chip back onto the plate and exhaled heavily. “Speaking of relatives…I know my sister will never believe we’ve suddenly fallen madly in love. Crap, just yesterday I told her you were a perverted peeping Tom.”

A grunt issued from Dante, and she shrugged. “Hey, I was mad.”

He stroked his goatee. “Actually, that might work in our favor. I’m assuming you told her about what happened on the road?”

She nodded.

“So tell her I made you dinner as an apology, and one thing led to another.” His mouth tipped into another of those panty-wetting grins. “After one incredible night in the sack together, you knew you could never live without me.”

She rolled her eyes. “Puh-lease. No one’s going to believe that.”

His palm curved over her knee. “I bet I can make you believe it.”

She tried not to focus on the distracting way his fingers brushed along the inner seam of her pants. “Don’t count on it.”

“Should I take that as a challenge?” His gaze still locked with hers, he took her plate and set it next to her coat.

Planting his hands on the chair’s upholstered arms, he boxed her in and leaned so close, she easily made out the flecks of gold in his irises. Compelling as his gaze was, her attention couldn’t help straying to his mouth. Her nipples tightened as she imagined those sexy, masculine lips traveling in a slow glide across her breasts and belly. What would his goatee feel like against her skin? Would it be scratchy and irritating, or soft and ticklish?

Unconscious of her actions, she reached up and traced her fingertips over his jaw. “Hmm, definitely soft and ticklish.”

A wicked sparkle danced in Dante’s eyes. “Were you having dirty thoughts about my beard?”

“Possibly.”

“Tell me what you were thinking.”

The husky persuasion in his voice proved to be her ultimate downfall. “I was wondering what it’d feel like on certain parts of my body.”

Dante licked his lips in a way that was incredibly…wolfish. “I can show you firsthand.”

The heat simmering inside her kicked into full boil. Dante’s nostrils flared, and the intensity in his eyes sharpened. “Christ. I smell how fucking turned on you are.”

“I can’t help it.” She swallowed hard and squirmed against the cushion. “It’s the hormones.”

“No, it’s more than that. And you know it.” His face inched closer until his breath mingled with hers. “You want me, Lilly. Admit it.”

“I don’t know what’s bigger—your ego, or your self-delusions.”

He gave her a predatory grin that prompted flutters in her stomach. “Neither is any match for the size of my cock. But then you already know that.”

He would have to bring up his impressive package at a time like this. Now she couldn’t get the damn thing out of her mind. Which wasn’t helping her present condition at all. “Another check mark for your massive eg—” The remainder of her comeback fell victim to the firm, sinful pressure of his mouth on hers. A shaky whimper escaped her. Dante took that as a convenient invitation to thrust his tongue past her lips.

She’d experienced plenty of kisses in her life. Not one of them came close to competing with the consuming hunger inherent in Dante’s. She could taste his desire. Feel his single-minded focus on her. It swept her up and left her breathless. His fingers tunneled insistently in her hair, angling her head back for a deeper exploration of her mouth. His tongue coaxed hers into play, and she eagerly obliged. God, she wanted to eat him up with a spoon. And that made absolutely no sense, considering how arrogant, obnoxious…chauvinistic…and…and…

She lost her train of thought as his roving hands massaged her breasts through her top. Inspired to do her own exploring, she smoothed her palms over Dante’s broad shoulders, trying to drag him closer and tug his flannel shirt off at the same time.

He pulled back, revealing an expression dark with passion. “There’s not enough room on this chair for us both. How about if we continue this on the couch?”

“My bed is bigger.” The suggestion popped free before she could halt it. Grinding her teeth at her loud-mouthed inner slut, she waited for Dante to smirk and lob an appropriately lewd crack at her. Instead, he scooped her into his arms, knocking the bag of Brussels sprouts onto the ground. He was careful with her ankle, something she appreciated—though honestly, she didn’t even register any discomfort anymore. Likely the improvised icepack had done the trick. That, or lust had blindsided her to the point all other sensations had skulked into the farthest recesses of her consciousness.

He walked down the short hallway and paused between the two open bedroom doors. “Which one?”
She pointed to the doorway to the left of them, and he strode inside the small room. He carefully arranged her on top of the patchwork quilt before stretching out beside her. His mouth found the tender spot beneath her ear and quickly discovered how easy it was to reduce her into a quivery, gasping wreck. She tore at his shirt again, desperate to touch warm flesh rather than flannel. This time he obeyed her wishes and released the top few buttons before growing impatient and yanking the garment over his head and tossing it aside. She snuggled against him, a happy purr leaking free.

He groaned and coasted his fingers along the curve of her spine. “Fuck, that’s sexy. Do you always purr like that?”

“Usually only when I’m in the middle of a heat cycle.”

His hand slid beneath her top and cupped her breast through the thin mesh of her bra. He rubbed her nipple with his thumb, and she arched into him. A feral growl rumbled from deep in his chest. “I wanna get you nekkid.”

“Oh God, yes.” So much for keeping her inner slut out of this.

Thankfully he required no further prompting and made short work divesting her of her top and bra. The rapt way he stared at her breasts brought a fresh surge of moisture between her legs. She whimpered as his hand splayed over her mound.

“I don’t even need to touch you to know how fucking wet you are.”

She didn’t doubt it. The clear evidence of her arousal scenting the air made it pretty damn impossible to miss. With Dante’s supersensitive nose, it was probably a thousand times more noticeable. She got her verification when he buried his face in the valley of her cleavage and inhaled with a lusty moan. His pupils dilated, making his eyes look exceptionally dark and predatory.

Witnessing the raw, animalistic hunger riding his features speared a sharp spike of excitement through her, leaving her dizzy and lightheaded. Plumping her breasts with his hands, he sucked her nipple between his teeth and laved it into a stiff, turgid peak with his tongue. Gasping, she wiggled on the mattress, shamelessly undulating against the hand he’d kept wedged between her legs. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as the consuming need inside her became an agonizing torment. She tugged at his hair, panting, and he finally lifted his gaze to hers.

He must have read the desperation in her eyes because he reached for her zipper and worked it down. 

Repositioning himself, he gently eased her pants and bikini down her legs before spreading her thighs enough to make room for his wide shoulders. His thumbs slid through the wetness coating her labia and held her open to his hot, devouring gaze. A millisecond later, his tongue swirled over her clit. She jolted at the intense sensation, her limbs trembling, but Dante’s big hands kept her hips pinned to the mattress and her pussy available for his feasting. And oh God, that was exactly what she felt like—the main entree in a luscious, decadent werewolf Happy Meal.

25 comments:

Sandra Hould said...

I am definitively in for the contest :D

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Just in case the yahoo decides to act up, you have the hotmail as backup :D

Jennifer Labelle said...

Damn, this sounds like another good one. Love your work!

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Anonymous said...

Sounds amazing!!!! Love "That Old Black Magic" series and everything else of yours! Thanks for the chance on an ARC.

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Barbara W. said...

Oh, mama, that's a hot excerpt! Congratulations on the upcoming release and thanks so much for the opportunity to win an advance copy. :)

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Michelle said...

Sounds like another can't put down winner.

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Pommawolf Emeraldwolfeyes said...

Hi Jodi!
Congrats on your your new release! What a great cover, premise and excerpt. I really love the concept of a lynx and a werewolf. Definitely putting this one my gotta have list. I really want to read this book.
Thank you for the giveaway, and wishing you all the best and continued success.

Darcy
pommawolf @hotmail.com

*yadkny* said...

Hi Jodi!!!
Whew! That was one hot excerpt! MAJOR CONGRATS on the upcoming release! I just love the warning and will definitely be picking up a copy if I don't win:)

yadkny@hotmail.com

Anonymous said...

I want to win!! The cover makes me want it now!!!! thank you Leslie Stockton :)

Anonymous said...

congrats on the new release. The cover looks very steamy and i am definitely buying it if i don't win the advanced copy. thank you for the opportunity and keep writing these hot steamy books. yaklynn@aol.com or xsandersx@gmail.com

Anonymous said...

Man, that's hot!!! Would love to win the ARC.

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Kellie Kamryn said...

Wow! Great excerpt!

Engr. Cesar Noel said...

Wouldn't mind getting an ARC

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Patricia said...

I love the Black Magic series and this book sounds like it will be as hot as the previous books. I would love to win an ARC.

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gigis said...

Hi Jodi!

Any Speedos in this one ;)

Seriously cannot wait to read this one!!!!

Gigi

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Just Jen said...

Sounds amazing, like every other book you write!

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MicheleAnn Oboyle said...

this book has a great storyline plot and book cover . angelwolfmystic@yahoo.com

VanillaOrchids said...

First off, congratulations on the upcoming release of Cat Scratch Fever. The book sounds awesome. :) Thank you for the chance to win an ARC.

Pam
vanillaorchids69(at)gmail(dot)com

Anonymous said...

I absolutely love all of your books and I'm sure this one will be just as exciting!!!
Much Love,
LIZZY
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SharonJM said...

More,more, more, please. Really, really hot.

lindseye said...

Loved the excerpt and I am reading this book as soon as I have it on my ereader. Is this part of a series?

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Jodi Redford said...

Thanks for the congrats everyone! :)And good luck to all of you.

Gigi-If I could, there would be speedos and banana hammocks in all of my books.

Lindseye-This isn't part of a series. Yet. ;) I plan to start work on the next book sometime this summer.

Kristy said...

I just read a review of this on a blog and I have to say, I'm a new fan. Lets see if I can get through your backlist before your upcoming release date. Thanks for the opportunity to win an ARC!

kliu107(at)gmail(dot)com

Cathy M said...

I can't wait to read what happens next, Jodi. Love your combination of humor, sexy characters, and wonderfully addictive romantic storylines.


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Chrisbails said...

Would definately love to win this book. Love Jodi's books. Love that Old Black Magic series the most. Loved the excerpt and would love to finish reading this book. Thanks for the giveaway and the chance to win.
christinebails@yahoo.com

JenniferK said...

This book sound great and I can't wait to read it. Thanks for the opportunity.

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