Today I'm pleased to have Paranormal Romance author Danica Avet here with us. She's on a seven day blog tour to promote her newest release, "Ain't No Bull", book 4 in the Veil series. It was released July 13th from Siren Publishing. A little background on Danica:
Danica Avet was born and raised in the wilds of South Louisiana (that would be somewhere around Houma) where mosquitoes are big enough to carry off small children and there are only two seasons: hot and hotter. With a BA in History, she figured there were enough fry cooks in the world and decided to try her hand at writing. For eight years she played at writing, but in 2008, she decided to get serious and began down the rocky road to publication.
Unmarried with no children, Danica is the lucky pet of a compulsively needy dog and two cats. The pitter-patter of little feet has been known to make her break out into a cold sweat.
Writing is how she gives the voices in her head a way out. They speak to her constantly wanting their stories told and she does her best to accommodate them. She writes paranormal romance and may eventually branch out to contemporaries. When she isn’t writing, working, or contemplating the complexities of the universe, she spends time gathering inspiration from her insane family, reads far more than any sane person would want to, and watches hot burly men chase an oblong ball all over a field.
Next (and final) Tour Stop: September 6 -Book and Movie Dimension
Today, Danica is talking about her love of laughter and sharing an excerpt with us. So, get comfy, grab some chocolate, and enjoy!
Enjoy the Laugh
Hi y’all! I’d like to thank Bea and Jax for having me over today. No, we’re not having a slumber party, but I have chocolate if anyone wants to make s’mores?
No? Okay then, I’ll just eat it all by myself.
I’m Danica Avet and I write erotic paranormal romance. Um, don’t leave yet! I swear it isn’t all about the sex. Well, not all about it at least. There are some other things going on in my books. Honest!
There’s adventure and danger! Minotaurs, Amazons, and bears, oh my! There’s a lot of laughter and sexual tension. Those two don’t seem like they go together, huh? But they can. What’s life without a little laughter to smooth over the bad times?
People always ask me where I get my ideas from. Well, I can’t tell them that because then I’d have to kill them! Seriously, I would. So instead, I blame my family. They’re sick people. Seriously. I’m sure if a psychiatrist spent any time with us, they’d wonder what kind of drugs we were taking, or say we were so dysfunctional it was amazing we could make it through the day.
Yes. We laugh at each other. A lot. Old embarrassing stories are brought up for each family get together and rehashed over and over. It doesn’t end there either. Pranks are another way we torment each other. Oh, and did I mention pain? Yes, we laugh at each other’s pain. You fell down the steps? You didn’t break anything? Bwahahaha!
And that’s where my love of laughter comes from. I’m sure my humor isn’t for everyone, but I try to put as much humor in my stories as I possibly can. If one person reads my book and chuckles most of the way through it, then I’ve done my job.
How about you? Do you like books with humor?
If she had been paying attention, she might’ve been able to control her expression. As it turned out, her gaze was level with the bulge in the front of his jeans that seemed to grow right before her eyes. Her body was flooded with liquid heat. Mm, mm, she thought, licking her lips. His mama might be a bitch, but she made one helluva stud.
“…going to my dad’s ranch, do you want to come?”
“Come? Oh yeah…” she moaned, biting her bottom lip.
Grant’s body went completely still, though she could hear his breathing speed up. Her own heartbeat increased until they were both panting. Sweat gathered along her hairline as she watched that denim covered cock move towards her. Oh yes, come to Izzy.
He stopped several feet away from her with a surprised laugh. The laughter yanked Izzy out of her absorption with his tackle and she raised her eyes. Grant’s gaze was still hungry, though there was an underlying thread of amusement in his baby blues. “Did you just say ‘Come to Izzy?’”
Gods, it was really hot all of a sudden. Oh, no, it wasn’t hot, she was fucking blushing like a schoolgirl! “No, I said ‘she’d have a hissy,’” Izzy said easily. Sometimes it was a good thing to be a bullshitter, except apparently when dealing with bulls because Grant laughed harder.
“Dude, seriously, go to your mama and leave me in peace,” she insisted.
“When I get back, you and I are going to have a serious talk,” Grant warned, his gaze holding hers as he traversed the room to the hook in the wall his keys dangled from.
“I hate talking,” Izzy mumbled, not really lying. She hated talking when it actually meant anything. Senseless, meaningless conversation? She was so there, but when things were important, she was more of a doer. Which was probably one of the reasons she had control problems, she thought ironically.
“Then I’ll do the talking and you do the listening, but we’re going to work some things out,” he insisted as he shrugged into a light jacket. Keeping his eyes on hers, he adjusted his cock in his jeans, sending the flames in her body even higher. “You won’t be disappointed, I promise.”
With that cocky comment and a devastating smile, he was gone before she could reply. Izzy heard his truck start and snow crunch as he pulled away from the house. Sitting on the sofa in the quiet, she peered around. He was a security expert. She knew he had cameras in the house, and she wanted to find them before she looked for relief because she wouldn’t put it past the bull to spy on her while she played.
Seeing nothing obvious, she came to her feet to wander around the house not so aimlessly. She found five cameras in the living room alone, two in the kitchen, one in the small hallway leading to the bathroom, and several hidden under the eaves of the veranda that wrapped around the house. But she wasn’t too worried about those. Oh no, she wanted to make sure she had privacy in her room.
Sauntering back inside, she savored the warmth of the house and entered her room. She studied every nook and cranny, all the bric-abrac that she suspected might hold a camera, but found nothing.
Standing next to her duffle bag, she slapped her hands on her hips. She could just bypass the little pleasure session, but she needed relief. Grant had her so revved up she suspected just imagining what it would be like to have him inside her would set her off.
A smile of anticipation curved her lips as she opened her bag. BOB was probably going to need new batteries after she was finished with it.
Izzy frowned a bit. It wasn’t where she normally packed it. It had to have rolled to the bottom of the bag while in transit. She threw the duffle bag on the bed and upended it. Clothes, weapons, toiletries, and shoes poured out of the bag. But no BOB.
Her heart seized for a short moment. “No,” she mumbled as she sorted through her clothes and shoes. “It has to be here.” But no matter how much she tore her bag apart, there was no BOB.
Body shaking with impending rage and hopeless sexual frustration, Izzy dropped to her knees in the middle of her bedroom.
“No!” she howled at the ceiling.