Curling Up by The Fire is pleased to welcome Hildie McQueen, author of Desperate Betrayal, which released this past September. Take a look at the summary:
Cynden Frasier (Cyn) is a member of a group of immortal warriors, the Protectors, assigned to protect humans in Atlanta, Georgia, the epicenter of a major uprising in demon activity. When Cyn is approached by a beautiful woman in a dirty alley, he is intrigued by the fact that she can see him for what he is, a terrifying demon slayer, and still dares to approach him.
Emma Blake, a half-demon, has to convince Cyn to help rescue her sister from powerful demons. Terrified that the Protector will kill her if he realizes what she is, she still goes against every instinct and approaches Cyn for help. Despite knowing that she is leading them both into territory so wrought with treachery, neither of them may survive.
Can Cyn and Emma overcome betrayal, the ancient rules that prevent Protectors from taking a wife, unless she is his one true mate? And if they do, will it even matter?
Release Date: Crescent Moon Press (September 10, 2011)
Softcover Edition; 270 Pages
Genre: Fiction/Paranormal Romance
It’s the tingle of the first touch, the shivers that twinge when their gazes met and the anticipation of skin against skin when at last making love. This is exactly what romance writers create, the sensation of two people belonging to each other.
In Desperate Betrayal, Cyn and Emma’s connection is immediate. They don’t know where the draw comes from when as virtual strangers they kiss upon first meeting. Not able to resist the pull, their first kiss startles them both, but at the same time, they cannot stop thinking about it. The affect of their connection continues long after they go their separate ways.
Bringing about chemistry between two characters is very important, once the hero comes to life and the attraction exists between he and the reader, then his partner is brought forth, allowing the reader to get to know her. When both characters meet the relationship has begun without them even knowing it.
In my favorite scene, in Desperate Betrayal, Emma is trapped in Cyn’s bedroom with him. She is about to remind him that she can’t leave when he begins to undress to take a shower. Instead of speaking, she watches entranced as he strips in front of her. Of course he did this on purpose, but it’s hilarious that she doesn’t have the willpower to stop him from totally undressing. Even after he goes to the bathroom, she remains planted in the chair mouth open.
By the end of the story and they finally realize the reason for the initial draw, the reader is satisfied in that they belong to each other.
Here is an excerpt of earlier in the bedroom scene.
She swallowed at the feral heat when he raised his eyes to her. His interest evident by the way his hungry eyes swept leisurely from her lips down her body.
Unnerved, she looked away from him and lunged for a chair just a few feet away, deciding it would be easier to fend off his advances if she sat.
She jumped at the touch of a firm hand on her shoulder. He’d come up behind her without making a sound. The man moved fast. The feel of his breath on the back of her neck made her relive what had transpired between them in the alley. She almost leaned back into his warmth.
“Turn around.” His smooth voice flowed over her like velvet.
Emma tried to swallow but her mouth went dry. She turned to find he stood very close.
God help her, she’d never seen a more handsome man than the one who stood before her now. Her body screamed for his touch. She wanted to be with him, her skin against his. But she wouldn’t sleep with him as a form of payment.
What if during sex he sensed that she was part demon and killed her on the spot? But, then again, maybe he would kill her just for saying no.
She forced herself to remain calm, and placed her hand on his chest only to draw it back when the urge to caress him became too strong.
“Listen Cyn. I know most women throw themselves at you. I mean you’re extremely good-lo… but, I, – I am not going to have sex with you, right now. What happened before between us, out there in the alley was because of the rush from the adrenaline after your encounter with the demon…,”She stopped babbling, at a loss for words.
Cyn stood back with his arms crossed while he stared down at her, one eyebrow cocked. His lips curved into a crooked smile.
“I was going move the chair and ask you to come sit by the desk, so I could get some more information from you. But I see your mind is on other things.” He leaned in closer to her and his smile widened. “You said ‘not right now’, does that mean we’ll have sex later?”
Hildie McQueen is a whirlwind who refuses to wear anything but jeans and heels.She grew up on the San Diego/Mexico border, joined the military at seventeen and never returned. After living in Germany, Texas and Hawaii, she finally settled in the beautiful southern town of Augusta, Georgia. Biracial, half Mexican and half African-American, Hildie’s native language is Spanish, but English is her favorite way of communicating now. Her mission in life is to make as many people as possible to feel normal. It’s an easy thing to do, for others to feel normal around her, because she’s anything but.