Thursday, April 16, 2015

Please Welcome Cheyenne Meadows!

Welcome friend and fellow SCP author Cheyenne Meadows:)  I'm looking forward to reading this book!

Alex is desperate. Her cupboards are bare, her bank account empty, and she’s days away from homelessness. Then, her luck changes in the form of a position as a personal assistant to the baddest, scariest Enforcer around—Cannibal. The man cloaked in mystery, who carries a huge sword, and has scowling down to an art. 

Not ready to give up her first job opportunity in months, Alex sucks it up, determined to earn Cannibal’s respect in the process. Hard to do when he threatens to cut off her toes for a snack and she breaks one of his cardinal rules her first day. Yet, she senses something special in Cannibal. 

She can’t ignore the powerful attraction as she finds herself playing the part of his girlfriend for his dragon brethren and standing with him as the only ones capable of destroying an evil wizard determined to end the world.

Deep feelings forged in crisis tend to be fleeting. Alex understands the odds, but knows one thing—Cannibal and her heart are both worth fighting for.  

Yeah, I’m a typical woman with needs, wants, and desires. Cannibal is one sexy hunk. Not a big surprise that he gets my blood flowing.

But, he’s dang scary. Big, quiet, and deadly. Not to mention my boss. I was going to be attached to the ogre’s hip for the next few weeks. Thus, things like kisses, fondling, and touchy-feely moments were off the menu. I have morals. I have control.

And, I have the hots for Cannibal.

I banged my head lightly on the computer desk with a groan.

“That won’t help.”

I sighed. Of course he would return this very instant. I turned my head and peered up at him from my position on the desk. “How do you know?”

He eyed me for a few seconds before a ghost of a grin covered his lips. “I know lots of things.”
Sitting up, I began to squirm. Surely, he didn’t know I had briefly wanted to hop in his saddle and ride him like a racehorse. Nah. Not quite like that. Maybe more like a trail ride. Slow and steady with some bumps along the way.

Argh! No. No. No. Too late. The image was stuck like superglue.

My shoulders slumped in defeat.

He arched an eyebrow. I glared his direction.

The doorbell rang, rescuing me from participating in a conversation that I didn’t even know what the topic was.

Whispering a curse, Cannibal strode to the door. He just flicked the lock and opened it, not bothering to look out the peephole. Guess when you could be considered a deadly weapon all by yourself, there wasn’t much fear of who came knocking.

“Hey, bro. Long time, no see.”

I spun my seat around to check out the visitor. A man, similar in build and height to Cannibal stood at the threshold.

Cannibal slammed the door back shut.

I blinked and hurried over. “Who was that?”

“Wrong house,” Cannibal snarled. He moved to the interior of the room.

The doorbell rang again.

“Aren’t you going to answer that?”


Author Bio and contact info:

Growing up in the Midwest, I began reading romance novels in high school, immediately falling in love with the genre, to the point where I decided to write professionally for a career. However, that dream splattered against a brick wall, resulting in a quick death in my first writing class in
college when my professor told me bluntly that I wasn't any good at it. I shifted gears quickly, and left my writing dreams behind, eventually settling on becoming a nurse.

A few years back, I stumbled across a fan-fiction writing site on a favorite author's webpage. I began to read stories others wrote, not only making some wonderful close friends from the experience, but also, really learning to write for the very first time. Here I was able to share short stories, practice my writing skills, and truly develop into a writer. More than that, the experience allowed me to revitalize my dream, as I rediscovered joy in writing.

Now, I spend my days off with my alpha male characters, quick witted heroines, and see how much trouble everyone can get into. When I'm not working or writing, I enjoy working in the garden, canning, and seeing my backyard as a living canvas for my whimsical landscaping, and, of course, reading romance novels.

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