Book Blitz: Taming Beastie

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Taming Beastie by Sedona Venez
Publication date: May 3rd 2016
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense

Synopsis:
This big bad kitty is ready to play.
He’ll do anything to protect and claim his mate as only a tiger can.

Curvy Hope won’t go down without a fight and will try anything to resist Elijah Beastie, a dangerous, wild, and sexy tiger shifter.

Hope is everything Elijah wants in a mate and this sexy kitty knows just how to shatter her defenses and keep her moaning for days.

Danger lurks around every corner when they discover her secret. True evil wants Hope for the ultimate power that she can give them, yet she doesn’t realize the extent of the force she holds within herself.

Can true love stand the test of time? Or will temptation break their bond?

Taming Beastie is a stand alone adventure-packed shifter romance tale. If you like steamy love scenes, heart-pounding romance, and piles of sexy shifter secrets, then you'll love the latest romp from author Sedona Venez.


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AUTHOR BIO:
Sedona Venez is a romance author with a dirty mind. She lives in New York City with her hot ex-military hubby--hooah--and their fur baby. She loves writing sizzling, sexy intricate stories about strong but broken characters who push limits, overcome their fears, and risk it all for love.

You can chat with her on Facebook (www.facebook.com/SedonaVenez), Twitter (@SedonaVenez), and her kick-ass romance website, (www.sedonavenez.com).

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A taste of what's in between these sheets:


I was stark naked—again. With huge ebony breasts swaying, ass jiggling, and designer stiletto-encased feet slapping against the dewy grass, I sauntered over to the center of the clearing.
Perching myself on top of the smooth boulder—or what I now lovingly called my rock of shame—I surveyed my recurring fixation.
My heart seemed to freeze and then pound. “Damn. You’re such a beautiful kitty,” I whispered.
Water cascaded off the tiger’s magnificent reddish-rusty coat with narrow dark-brown stripes as he prowled out of the river toward me with rippling muscles. Its chest, throat, muzzle, and the insides of its limbs were creamy with a milky-colored area above the eyes that spread onto his cheeks.
When I extended my hand, he tilted his large head down, rubbing against it with a chuff-chuff sound.
“Hello, my big kitty. I’m happy to see you again, too,” I answered his greeting. My digits trailed up to the white spot present on the back of its ear.
He nudged my hand away before circling me, his fur caressing my bare legs while I admired the prominent ruff on his head and long tail ringed with noticeable dark bands.
Warmth radiated throughout my body as his fur deliciously tickled me.
“Every dream, you bring me here to watch you swim, and I still don’t know why.”
My mouth fell open when a deer pranced up to the river and drank from it, completely oblivious to the tiger’s presence.
The tiger stilled, waited, and then pounced. The deer didn’t even have a chance to run away before the tiger’s big-as-saucers paws latched on to its hindquarters, bringing down the deer. The tiger gripped its neck, delivering a crushing bite to its prey. The deer stopped thrashing.
My fingers touched my parted lips before I closed them. “Holy shit.”
This was a new addition to my nightly dreams. He’d never killed game before.
Wasting no time, the tiger dragged its dinner toward me, laying the carcass at my feet like an offering.
I gave him a weak half smile, trying desperately not to hurl at the sight of the dead deer. “Thank you, kitty, but it’s a little… rare for me.”
He flicked his tail, making a chuff-chuff sound, before his limbs quivered, shifted, and morphed into a very naked tall, muscular human.
“Elijah?” I stammered.
This couldn’t be right. Animals didn’t transform into humans, especially not into a man I was crushing on hard in real life.
“Yes, my Hope,” he uttered in a dark, masculine voice.
Electricity sparked in my body as my eyes perused his mouthwatering splendor. His short, thick black hair had hints of gold, and his beard was well groomed. But it was his stunning but strange amber eyes with gold flecks that always made my stomach flip-flop, like a fish out of water. His eyes were the windows to his soul. They bored into me with an intensity that made my sex clench.
“Damn. Even in my dream… you’re fucking splendid,” I declared. My eyes trailed down his hard body to his engorged, perfect shaft standing at attention.
He clutched my face between his enormous, calloused hands. “Eyes up here, darling.” His face dissolved into a exquisite grin. “Unless you’re finally ready to get on all fours for your big kitty?” His hands dropped away and grabbed me around the waist, yanking me against his naked body.
“My, you’re such a dirty pussycat, and I love it.” I licked his bottom lip.
“So that’s a yes.” It was a statement, not a question.
“Baby, I’ll do whatever you want… however you want. But only if you promise to lick all my cream, like a good kitty.”
We stared at each other with my legs straddling one of his rock-solid thighs.

“There’s nothing good about me, darling, but I can promise to lick you to the very last drop.” His voice was thick with emotion. “Just say when, my beautiful mate.”


and how about a little more...
My fingers ached with the need to touch him. “Thank you. It’s beautiful.” I glanced away and then back. “You didn’t have to get me anything for my birthday. Besides, my birthday isn’t for another couple days.”
“I wanted to get you something that would remind you of me.” His lips curled up into a small smile.
My body craved to be touched by him, and as if he sensed my need, he suddenly leaned in, putting his nose against my neck. My lips parted as his alluring aromatic scent of expensive cigars, sandalwood, and rich earth wafted around me. I almost dropped my glass before carefully placing it on the table with trembling fingers.
He leaned away, and when he pulled a small plate over in front of me, his arm brushed the side of my breast.
Scooping a teeny portion of truffle mac and cheese onto a plate, he dug into it and held out a forkful. “Here, open up for me, darling.”
Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. “You do know I’m not a two-year-old?” I countered.
But there was something sexy about him feeding me, and it aroused my senses and body.
“Open your mouth, Hope,” he demanded in a voice that was low, seductive.
My breath quickened. Well… if you insist.
My lips parted, allowing him to slide the fork inside. Damn, it is good—in every fucking way possible.