Magic and Romance – Surrendering to the Beast – Mix a good fairy with a sexy satyr and watch the sparks fly! ADULT #TamingtheBeast #SurrenderingtotheBeast #PNR #RomanticComedy #TinaDonahueBooks
I loved writing this book! Give me erotic paranormal with a dash of romantic comedy and I’m in heaven.
Wow – do these two have hurdles to overcome in their rocky road to romance. Poor Heather wants to be a good fairy (pure in mind, body, and spirit), but OMG when Daemon enters her life, watch out.
Daemon may be a satyr, but he’s aching to ditch his horns, tail, and hooves for human parts. Once he does, with help from the able workers at From Crud to Stud (a makeover service for supernatural beings), there’s no turning back. He likes his new bod and craves Heather as he hasn’t another female. Not that she makes things easy on him. Mix the ultimate bad boy with a pure-as-the-driven-snow good girl and watch sparks fly.
Magic has never been as sexy or as fun. In New Orleans’ French Quarter From Crud to Stud is the makeover service for supernatural beings who want to tame their beasts so they can date mortal babes. Owned by a half-witch and staffed by a good fairy, a reformed female demon, and a voodoo priestess—among others—the place is always hopping. There’s moonlight therapy for weres, aversion therapy to keep vamps from sinking their fangs in anyone’s neck, and no end of spells, potions, and treatments. These ladies definitely put the boys through their paces. But it’s not all work as they search for their one true love. Their journeys aren’t easy, but they’re definitely magical.
Surrendering to the Beast Blurb:
It’s definitely not business as usual at From Crud to Stud, a makeover service for supernatural beings. Dare we say it? Receptionist Heather—a good fairy with a pure heart, mind and body—is on the fast track to exquisite corruption with Daemon, a satyr.
Sex has never been this good or adventurous. Half man, all beast, Daemon’s the ultimate bad boy, a follower of the god of wine and a good time. Before, during and after his makeover to look fully human, he intends to put some color into Heather’s pale cheeks.
She’s one conflicted but turned-on babe. Especially as Mistress Jin, a genie Daemon commands, agrees to show Heather how to cut loose. Under the mistress’s tutelage and Daemon’s shameless lust, Heather’s gonna find out what love and having fun is all about.
Not your typical bedtime story. May lead to indecent behavior, a taste for voyeurism, discipline and bondage, which will result in screaming orgasms. Proceed with caution.
Heather struggled not to peek at his groin. “What exactly did you want us to do to you?”
“Make me one hundred percent human-looking on the outside.”
“Oh.” She hadn’t expected that. “You don’t want an attitude adjustment to go along with the other stuff?”
He focused on her breasts to the exclusion of everything else. “Something wrong with my attitude? What’s your name, by the way?”
“Heather. I don’t mean to be rude, but my face is up here.” She pointed.
Daemon didn’t bother to look. His handsome features flushed. Carnal hunger filled his eyes. “I want the whole enchilada. New legs, feet, get rid of the tail, my horns.”
No wonder he wore a hat.
“Use magic or cut the stuff off, stick new stuff on, I don’t care. Do what you have to. If things go wrong, so what? I heard this place has a healer.”
She should have fessed up about her special talent but couldn’t get her mouth to work.
Daemon edged closer.
His wonderful scent surrounded her.
He lowered his mouth to her ear. “Would that healer be you? Will you be tending me if anything goes wrong?”
If Heather had to touch his various body parts, she wasn’t certain she’d be able to stop. Denial to his question was on her lips, but she wasn’t able to speak the words. Good fairies couldn’t lie. “I will.”
“Awesome.” Raw power and heat radiated from him.
She trembled and ordered herself to step away. “Let’s see what we can do.”
Once inside the evaluation room, she filled in the form with his name and goal—to be fully human physically so he could boogie with mortal babes and not a good fairy. She left the last part off. Not that it mattered. Her penmanship was too sloppy to read, her hands shaking more from him than they had with Satan. His put-on seduction had scared her witless. Daemon’s was natural and far too arousing.
She pushed her feelings aside. “Before anyone can give you a treatment here, I have to ask you some questions. I’m sorry, but those are the rules. Please answer truthfully, so there aren’t any complications.”
“You mean problems? What kind? Oh, hey, my cock won’t get soft, will it? Jesus, are my balls going to shrivel? That would totally suck.” He paced, or rather clopped, across the room. “If that happens, you will be able to make me better, right? I mean, do what you have to. Touch me, rub me, take me in your mouth. Whatever puts me back to the way I was.”
Her legs wobbled. She leaned against the counter for support. “Ah…” She cleared her throat. “Every client who leaves here is whole. We make certain of that.”
“Thank God.” He released a huge sigh. “So are there ever good complications?”
“What do you mean?”
“Maybe unintended consequences is a better way to say it. You know, my rod getting longer and harder. I’m not complaining about the way I am now, but hell, I wouldn’t mind an extra inch or two.”
Heather wiped sweat from her neck. “I can’t be absolutely certain, since I don’t do treatments, but I think the only things you have to worry about are your hooves, tail and horns. We really should begin. Are you allergic to anything?”
“Do cowboy boots count?”
She held back a smile. “I’m sorry about your poor hooves. It must have been awful to have to walk here.”
“Hey, one more mile and I would have been sobbing like a disgraced politician. Ow. Damn.”
He dropped his hat on the floor. Bloody stumps protruded from his hair.
She pulled in a breath. “What happened to your horns?”
“Broke those suckers off.”
“To get the stupid hat on.” He touched a stump and winced. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”
She ached to heal him but had to get through the paperwork first then secure his payment. Shivering, she returned to her form. “Have you had any major illnesses?”
“Nope.” His tee sailed past her and landed on the counter.
An inexplicable urge to press her face to his shirt hit her hard. She couldn’t think of anything except taking in his sublime scent, pure freshness mixed with musk.
Something rustled and fell to the floor.
Heather guessed his jeans and forced herself to concentrate on her questions. “Are you currently taking any magic potions?”
“Just wine. I’d kill for a zombie, though—the alcoholic kind—or a boilermaker.”
After checking no, she read, “Has anyone cast a spell on you within the last six months that altered you significantly before you went back to your original form?”
“Not unless a wish is like a spell, which I hope it’s not,” he muttered beneath his breath. “Let’s just say if I’d gotten what I’d wanted, rather than what I asked for, from MJ—who knows better and should do better when it comes to pleasing a Master—I wouldn’t be here. You can save the questions. I’m spell-free and healthy as a horse. No different from when I was born, except bigger.”
“I have to ask.” Heather wondered who MJ was and what he’d meant about pleasing a Master. She turned and stilled.
He was less than a yard away and nude, gloriously so. His pecs were smooth and hard, his tiny nipples the same color as damp earth. His abs were so defined they could have been carved from stone. Silky dark hair trickled beneath his navel to his hairy groin. Rooted in those curls was his…uh…his…uh…
The indecent term rose unbidden in her mind, possibly because Becca and Constance used the word when they talked about guys. Heather finally understood why. Nothing else could describe how ungodly thick his shaft was. Probably a foot long and rigid. Ready to party.
Her mouth went dry. She should have fled but didn’t, preferring to ogle his lightly furred balls. Another obscene word from Constance and Becca that described his sac so well.
His long tail was silky like one on a horse, but also prehensile like those on monkeys. It snaked around his thigh and made a beeline for her.
She needed to back away but couldn’t. “What are you doing?”
“Sorry. My damn tail has a mind of its own.” He slapped it down. It jumped right back up and zipped toward her again. “See?”
His tail wrapped around her waist and reeled Heather in, smack against his solid chest. She froze. The damp clothes had left him slightly chilled. Miraculously, his skin grew hotter by the second. Hers did, too. His thickened rod brushed her thigh and lengthened an additional inch or more.
Uh-oh. She ordered herself to fight whatever was happening. Nothing on her moved except her thoughts. You should pull away. Now. Right now. This is so wrong. This is—
She sagged into him, unable to resist. Gold flecks brightened his irises. His heat and powerful form made the world go away. “What?”
He stared at her.
She did the same with him. “Huh?”
“I didn’t say anything.” He touched his nose to hers. “Did you?”
Answering wasn’t something she could manage. Every word she’d known went bye-bye.
“Okay.” He fitted his mouth to hers.