Is it summer yet? Oh my gosh, you guys, I don’t know what kind of weather you’ve been having, but here in the Northlands, it’s been unseasonably damp and cool. And let me tell you, that is definitely not conducive to doing the deed in atypical locations. Unless it’s the furnace room. ***scratches head thinking***
Well today, we have a little treat to heat things up. Author Renee Charles is crashing our party to offer a challenge to help us boost our swagger quotient.
I met Renee on Twitter and was taken with her bubbly enthusiasm. And then I learned she writes about Zombies. I thought to myself, a cheerleader type who writes about Zombie-bustin’?
Now that’s my kinda girl!
Her bio, as well as the blurb and an excerpt of her just-released ONLY LOVE SURVIVES are below the post. The book conflict sounds so yummy!
Here’s Renee, gang!
The tricky part of falling in love during a Zombie Apocalypse is the how, when, and where of sex. My characters are forced to steal moments from fighting for their lives to connect as only two lovers can. To do that translates into sex in strange places, and the immanent risk of getting caught on occasion. And let’s face it ladies…that only makes it HOTTER.
During the writing process, it got me thinking…. I am 43 and can’t remember the last time I had sex anywhere besides my bed. Okay, maybe the couch or shower when the kids spend the night elsewhere. But really, it occurred to me, when was the last time I had been daring enough to seduce my husband on a hiking trail or in a public restroom? Yikes, the sensible 43-year-old in me is screaming, “Germs, gross!” But, it wasn’t so long ago that I can’t remember the intense feeling of wanting him, needing him now, germs (or Zombies) be damned.
Come on. Admit it… we’ve all done it at least once in our life time: hot, steamy sex in a strange place where we could be caught at any moment. The mixture of danger and passion so over whelming. How many years has it been since you let that feeling wash over you? Or if you never have, isn’t it time you try? How would your husband react if you drug him off the beaten trail and ravaged him? Or let him ravage you?
Perhaps it’s time to pledge jumping my husband and surprising him again, despite the danger of being caught with my cellulite hanging out (these days, I’m more worried about that than being caught with my pants down).
Let’s just clarify…I am not advocating going into a shopping mall and stripping your man in the wishing fountain. NO, no, no, that is bad. Be wise. Be safe. But most of all, be adventurous.
When was the last time you dared to be daring? What’s the strangest or most daring place you’ve had sex?
Renee Charles believes all love is legendary. Being the only female in a house full of giants (husband and two teenage boys) she tends to lean toward the strange and unusual, but inevitably the softer side shines through.
Her own romance began in an insane asylum. Luckily, both she and her husband only worked there. But it makes sense her romance novels have strange beginnings that lead to passionate endings. Romance with a twist.
In the face of zombies, werewolves, and big foot she always seems to find a happily ever after to leave you with a sigh at the end.
BLURB For ONLY LOVE SURVIVES (Wild Rose Press)
Amidst an epidemic ravaging the world, all Megan Fletcher’s hopes for the future lie in getting to Las Vegas where newscasts reported scientists were gathering to search for a cure for the modern plague. After rescuing her from a rooftop surrounded by Zombies, Sam Woods appoints himself her escort. While he knows she is determined to get to Vegas no matter the cost, he doesn’t know her secret. And with his hatred of all things Zombie, she doesn’t dare tell him the truth. The more he kisses her, the harder it is for Megan to hide her growing feelings…and the bite-shaped scar.
But Vegas is not the haven it was promised to be, and when Megan’s immunity to the disease is discovered, she realizes her future and her heart belong to Sam, if he will trust her. An idealistic school teacher and ex-corporate mogul manage to find love despite a looming worldwide catastrophe. Can their love survive while everything around them is dying? Will they learn that when facing the end of the world, Only Love Survives?
ONLY LOVE SURVIVES Excerpt
A storm that spelled danger flashed across Sam’s face. He advanced on Megan so fast, she backed up against the side of the Suburban. Planting a hand firmly on each side of her, he pinned her with his arms as well as his gaze.
“What I want? Are you so hard-headed you can’t tell what I want?” He covered her mouth with his lips and crushed her clever comeback with an assault on her senses.
Megan pushed him, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he continued to kiss her until her heart raced and cheeks flushed with need. All resistance melted and she succumbed to the warmth of his embrace. Her arms wound around his neck of their own accord pulling him closer while her tongue sought his in a passionate dance, completely ignoring what her heart wanted.
When he finally broke away leaving Megan breathless and wanting so much more, Sam put his forehead to hers and watched her mouth like a drunk watches amber liquid poured into a glass. “You,” he rasped. “I’ve wanted you since I found you hanging from that damn roof, and all our little encounter in the river did was add fuel to the fire.”
Thanks for crashing our party, Renee! I love the sound of that book! If you do, too, you can find out more about Renee here.
So what’s the score you guys? When was the last time you dared to be daring? What’s the strangest or most daring place you’ve had sex?