WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A SEXY YOUNGER MAN?

Does anyone remember the old Harlequin stories where the hero was at least ten to twenty years older than the heroine? My, how times have changed. I don't remember precisely when older heroines emerged as a viable concept in the book industry but I'm pretty sure the erotic romance genre had something to do with it.

Happily, the younger heroes are more than just a pretty face. Although in the erotic world they are always handsome and have great bodies, they tend to see the older heroine, as perfect. Who wouldn't adore a lover like that! 

Erotic romance has been known to push a few boundaries and the older woman/younger man concept appealed to me when I began to write in the genre, in fact it was the basis for my very first erotic romance, NO HOLDS BARRED, first published by Ellora's Cave. The rights have been returned and while it is slightly revised and has a sparkly new cover, the essence of the story remains the same, a fun sexy romance.
    

No Holds Barred

By Paris Brandon

Copyright 2016

Blurb

What’s a woman to do when the younger man she can’t forget tracks her down after a night of passion meant only to celebrate her birthday? 

Forty-year old Raphella Dotti succumbs to a year of Sunday morning brunches with her ear to the phone with sexy thirty-year old artist Jake Truhorn, who tempts her into spending her next birthday celebrating with a week of no-holds-barred-anything-goes-sex. Who says fantasies can’t come true?

Excerpt: PG13

She’d caught a glimpse of the reclusive young artist’s back earlier. His signature dark blond braid trailing between his very broad shoulder blades had fascinated her and then he’d turned around. Tall, muscular and Nordic didn’t hurt.

He walked past beautiful women in designer dresses who touched him in passing, a group of Fortune 500 donors who’d flocked to the trendy Chicago gallery Snap! to support the local Inner City Youth Center by bidding on donated artwork including New York artist Truhorn’s latest mural entitled The Forgotten. He passed a harried tray-laden waiter, deftly snagging a flute of champagne while he still pinned her with is blue-gray gaze.

Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, she hummed quietly.

“You look…as if you can’t decide what to do next,” he said, insinuating the chilled stemware into her hand.

The timbre of his voice vibrated through her and she smiled. “And you look interesting.” And young.

An hour later she found out just how interesting and young he was while they were enjoying a glass of wine and oysters on the half-shell in one of Chicago’s lesser known treasures, The Wine Cellar. Jake was thirty, impressed by her passion for her job as style editor for the local city magazine Whimsy and everything from his infectious smile to his velvety voice lulled her into her favorite bit of foreplay—the chase. He was still looking into her eyes and smiling when he suggested a little exercise.

The line charmed her until they actually walked the six blocks to his hotel, his arm around her at her first shiver. The September breeze had nothing to do with her body temperature. A delicious ripple of anticipation and the Viking marauder with the hungry glint in his very determined gaze was what made her pull her black silk shawl tighter.

She thought he’d kiss her in the elevator but his hand barely brushed her fingertips and the little zing was like an electrical shock sizzling through her. When the doors opened he took her hand and drew her down the hall into his room, backing her against the door as he closed it.

Delicious heat radiated from somewhere behind his very starched, white shirt and the thought that she’d never be cold again slipped through her mind before she could stop it and then his hot insistent mouth was on hers and she stopped thinking.

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Welcome to the world of the Jaguar People!

Welcome to the world of the Jaguar People, a secret society of shifters protected by a lethal group of assassins who deal with any and all who threaten to reveal their presence to humans. This series sprang from the idea that everyone, even the bravest, scariest warrior is vulnerable in some way. It’s what makes them vulnerable that fascinates and spurs those “what if” questions that lead me to stumble to my computer at all hours of the day and night.

What if an assassin that has pledged his life to protecting the Jaguar People needed to depend on someone whose very existence endangers them, but is also his only chance of truly protecting them?

I’ve never been able to resist a reluctant hero or a heroine who doesn’t realize how strong she is until she’s tested. Throw in a steamy jungle, a forbidden attraction, unrelenting danger and of course some steamy sex and this story had me happily banging away at my keyboard until I could type The End.

After having my rights to the story reverted, I realized that my writing had changed over the years so I’m self-publishing a slightly revised version of the original. Not that much has changed; a little language here and there, a description or two. What's new? My beautiful new cover designed by Lex Valentine of Winterheart Designs! 

Blurb:

A desperate shifter, a lethal assassin and a deadly prophecy…

Her only crime was being born. Kira is the key to a secret that the Jaguar Council will kill to keep and their sworn enemy, the Brotherhood will kill to possess. Looking for a place to belong, Kira, a half-human jaguar shifter treks to the Guatemalan jungle, desperate to find a culture she suspects might exist and relief from the desire she’s been afraid to unleash upon any human.

What she finds is danger, death and Sebastian, a lethal Jaguar Assassin who rescues her from the rogues he’s been tracking, only to find that she’s more dangerous. Halflings have been forbidden for centuries and killing her should have been easy but nothing has prepared Sebastian for his visceral need to protect Kira. Caught in a treacherous web of danger and deceit, the lovers battle a growing list of enemies to uncover a secret that might save them both and protect the Jaguar People.

Approximately 62k words

Excerpt: PG13

“What is a halfling?”

He clenched his jaw so tightly that she wondered how he managed to say, “You are mixed blood. You are not Jaguar People.”

For one blinding second she almost let the panic overtake her. She hadn’t found her own kind, only another place she didn’t belong. Unease, like dozens of tiny pinpricks, skittered over her, raising the fine hair on the back of her neck. “What do you mean, Jaguar People?”

“There isn’t time to explain. Now, can you swim or would you rather I carried you out of here before Fontaine’s tracker, Diego figures out he’s been following a false trail since dawn?”

“They’re following me?” His anger made more sense now. “You could probably move faster if you changed and just pointed me in the right direction.”

Three angry strides brought him up against her, his gaze dark and glittering. “Actually, they’re following me. I’m guessing that you don’t have the energy to change or the gash in your side would have healed by now. Rescuing you made you my responsibility, so I’m going to ask you one more time. Can–you–swim?”

She’d come over a thousand miles to find others like herself, someone to answer all her questions. He might, once they were safe. It wasn’t as if she had a lot of choices right now.

“I can swim,” she said, then mumbled, “sort of,” under her breath as he turned away and slipped through the waterfall.

Her “sort of” was a very clumsy, fast-as-she-could-manage dog paddle. He was still frowning and rigid with anger when he pulled her, naked, from the water. He yanked up one arm, nearly tipping her over. The poultice was gone but the long pink line along her ribs wasn’t.

She shivered, feeling his strength and his anger as he slid his hands up her arms and flicked away the specks of water. Blood sizzled through her at the touch of his fingers trailing down her arms possessively. As if he didn’t want to give up touching her but at the same time looked as if he might regret it.

He stepped away abruptly, motioning her to follow. With the wind at their backs, the air currents carried his scent—warm earth, human, the musky, familiar hint of jaguar. She wanted them all wrapped around her like a protective mantle. She wanted him pounding into her again, driving away the loneliness. Not even his anger dampened her desire to be held again. She was pitiful.

Half an hour later they reached the tree where she’d left her clothes tucked into the black plastic garbage bag with her other meager possessions. He’d tracked her from here. The knowledge sent a shiver through her and she didn’t honestly know whether it was from excitement or fear.

She quickly dug past two pairs of frayed shorts, a dingy thermal long-sleeved shirt and a small straw doll that she carefully re-wrapped in its threadbare flannel blanket. Finding what she wanted, she pulled the tattered khaki tank top over her head before tugging a pair of loose, army surplus fatigues over her bare hips.

“If it’s not a deep, dark secret, I’d like to know a little bit more about this halfling business.” She was trying to ignore the fact that he was still naked. His smirk told her he wasn’t bothered a bit. “Could you at least tell me where we’re going?”

“Sangre de Luna,” he said, tensing as he sniffed the air.

Before she could ask how much farther Sangre de Luna was, a jaguar’s cry ripped through the jungle. He lost his smirk, reached down and grabbed her bag.

“Run.”

Self-publishing is an exciting new venue for me and I hope you enjoy the new cover and the first book of my Jaguar Assassin’s series.  Watch for Book 2, Assassin's Vow, coming in January 2017. Book 1, Assassin’s Kiss is available now at these outlets…

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