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Name: Renee George
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Bio: Multi-published,
best-selling author Renee George has been a factory worker, an army medic, a
nurse, a website designer, a small press editor, an artist, and a teacher, but
writing stories about sexy alpha men is the BEST job she's ever had. When she
turned thirty, she went back to college and earned her BA in creative writing.
She has been married to the love of her life, a wonderful man who supports in
every way, for over half her life (and that is a VERY long time!). She happily
lives in a small, Midwest town with her husband, two needy dogs and a very
independent cat. Anything else you want to know, just ask. She’ll give you all
the nitty gritty dirt.
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Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
Blurb(s):
A werewolf who’s hairless in full shift.
A water sprite who can’t hold his shape at the
slightest touch of water.
An ash-tree nymph with a black thumb who kills
every bit of flora in her vicinity.
That’s Fortunate, Missouri, in a nutshell—the town
for abnormal paranormals. Nymph Romy, however, can one-up them all—her
particular flaw is killing her. But thanks to a possible love spell, the wolf
and the water sprite could be Romy’s key to cheating death. And the three
misfits may find that even imperfect creatures can still create a sexy,
loving, perfect union.
Inside
Scoop: Sol, Romy
and Lucien love each other—emotionally, spiritually and physically. Which
means both ménage and male/male action. You lucky reader, you.
A
Romantica® paranormal erotic romance
from Ellora’s Cave
Categories: Bisexual, Erotica, Fantasy,
Fiction, Menage/Poly, Paranormal, Romance
Excerpt:
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reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If
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An Excerpt From: KISS MY ASH
Copyright © RENEE GEORGE, 2014
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave
Publishing, Inc.
Mathias was a korrigan, a fairy dwarf, and to his detriment, he’d
been born male. An abomination amongst the korrigans, who were always female.
Even his own mother had wanted him dead, but you can’t kill an immortal.
When he finally strolled out from behind the counter, his height no
more than four feet, he held a red clay pot filled to the brim with a dark,
loamy soil. Carefully, he handed it to Romy. “Here.”
She stepped away. “And what the hell am I supposed to do with dirt?”
Maybe Mathias was tired of her bringing back dead plant after dead plant. It
didn’t matter how much she watered the damn things, fed them, or even talked
to them—none survived. She’d stopped giving them names after a while, awash
with guilt and shame over each death.
His red eyes sparkled with excitement. “In this soil, there is a very
special seed, my girl. Very rare and unique. I’m entrusting you with its
care.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. There is no way in hell I’m taking on a
‘rare and unique’ plant. No. No. No. Give me a hardy shrub or weed. Better
yet, maybe a cabbage. I won’t feel so bad about a cabbage when it croaks.”
Romy was a dryad; specifically, an ash tree nymph. Which meant, in
theory, plants should flourish around her, but she couldn’t even keep her own
tree alive. Her mother had postulated it had something to do with the sperm
donor, aka Romy’s biological father, but the elder dryad had refused to say
more on the subject. Tree nymphs were traditionally a love-’em-and-leave-’em
race of females. They didn’t get involved with beings they considered no more
than means to an end. Males born to tree nymphs always developed into the same
race as the male halves of the couplings, while the females were always
dryads.
Unfortunately, something had gone very wrong in the making of Romy.
It hadn’t taken long after the dryad equivalent of puberty set in before her
people had decided she was toxic.
She pushed the pot back to Mathias. “Uh-uh. You’ve seen my track record.”
When her “birth defect” had eventually started to affect the trees of
her forest six months ago, Romy had been summarily kicked out by the other
dryads. Of course, her people had called it a “long, extended respite” and
sent her to the town of Fortunate, Missouri.
The moniker, over the years, had become a joke. The town had been
named after the Fortunate Isles, also called the Isles of the Blessed, and had
been used for more than two hundred years as a dumping ground for the
“paranormally challenged”. Those who didn’t fit in with their own kind were
sent to Fortunate to finish out their days. For immortals like Mathias, the
end of days was a long-ass time.
For Romy, well…without a tree to tend, she wouldn’t live another
year, the chlorophyll drying in her veins. The plants were test subjects for
her, to see if she could sustain life. So far, they’d served only to help ease
the ache of dying. But as far as tending plants and making them flourish, she
failed constantly.
For Mathias to trust her with a “special” plant…no way was she taking
on that kind of responsibility.
It was one thing to kill a common houseplant, but a whole ’nother
thing to be responsible for something “rare and unique”. Was Mathias crazy?
Romy shook her head again. “I can’t. Don’t you have an air plant or something?
Hell, those suckers don’t even require watering.”
He patted her hands, his fingers soothing and gentle. “Ah, but my
dear, I hope this may be the answer to—”
Mathias’ explanation was cut off by a barking baritone. “Ah, shit!”
Romy put the pot on the counter as she scooted around Mathias to see
who the unfamiliar voice belonged to.
In the greenhouse area beyond the main shop, two long, well-muscled
legs and a firm ass, all packaged in perfectly tight jeans, stood nestled between
two rows of plants.
“Hello,” Romy said.
The owner of the legs and ass straightened, making him a foot taller
than Romy. And oh goddess, did he have an upper body and face to go with the
lower half—thickly muscled chest and broad shoulders crowned by a face with
bow lips, a Roman nose and the brightest green eyes. All framed by messy,
shiny black hair that fell about his shoulders. It was as if the gods had
decided to create perfection.
Ridiculous though—they would never do that. But hot damn, they’d come
pretty close.
“Uh, hello yourself,” he said back, dusting his palms against his
jeans.
His really low voice, which would have better suited a grizzly bear,
sent a humming through Romy that made her body sing.
“What have you done now, Lucien?” Mathias asked when he walked into
the back. His presence was enough to break the harmony, and Romy snapped out
of her new-guy-induced daze.
“What a great name.” She smiled. It made her feel foolish, but she
couldn’t punch down the giddiness.
“It’s a name.” He shrugged then leaned over again, which gave Romy
another clear shot of his fabulous ass. When he stood once more, he held a
small plant, cradling the roots carefully. He looked at Mathias. “I broke the
pot, but the fern is fine.”
Lucien had a slight accent, but Romy couldn’t put her finger on the
origin. If possible, it made the young man even more exotic and mysterious.
Mathias shook his head, making his red beard sweep his chest.
“Where’s Sol?”
“I’m here!” Sol Winter, who’d been working for Mathias long before Romy
had moved to Fortunate, stepped out from behind the last row of plants. He
wore a baby-blue polo shirt that matched his light-blue eyes. It also
complemented his tan, a deep golden bronze. Natural, according to him. Strange
for an elf, but who was Romy to judge? His long blond hair was pulled into a
ponytail. He often wore it down and spilling over his shoulders, but generally
had it tied back for work.
Sol was taller than Lucien by several inches and a little broader.
His smile brightened when he saw Romy. “Hey, you.” His mouth turned down in
sympathy. “Kill another one?”
They’d had a strange relationship ever since Romy had arrived in
Fortunate, which generally involved spirited banter and sarcasm. Even when the
conversation turned a little mean, Romy was still thankful for Sol. He was the
closest thing she had to a friend.
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Nice.” He raised a brow. “Bitchy much?”
Even though she was certain Sol was gay, it didn’t stop her from
having some wicked fantasies about him. After all, the man was hot-hot and
knew how to dress. “Takes one to know one.”
“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the oak this morning.” Sol
scooped a handful of topsoil and pitched it at her.
“Oh no you didn’t.” In retaliation, Romy grabbed a nearby hose and
squeezed the nozzle trigger, dowsing Sol where he stood.
“Stop!” Lucien yelled.
Too late. At Lucien’s shout, Romy turned, the spray of water slapping
across the man’s face—and Lucien instantly melted into a clear puddle on the
greenhouse floor.
Mortified, she dropped the hose. “Oh no!” She shook her head and
stumbled forward. “What have I done?”
Not only was she a plant killer, apparently she was a man killer as well.
Two lips formed in the clear pool. “I’m fine. Really.”
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