Welcome to Maddy Barone’s stop on the Sexy Summer Solstice Blog Hop! If you fall off the train, just click http://justromance.me/ to get back on. Or if you have stumbled on this post and want to join, click that same link above.
I know other participants are writing short stories and all kinds of other good stuff, but I’m deep in writing Eddie’s Prize, Book 4 in the After the Crash series, so I thought I’d just post a few of the pix I’ve collected as inspiration. Enjoy!
This is Eddie Madison, the hero of Eddie’s Prize. He’s nearly 26, with a slim build, shoulder-length golden blond hair and turquoise eyes. In the post-apocalyptic world he lives in, women are few. He is the son and heir of the most powerful man in his area, but if he wants a wife, he has to enter a Bride Fight and win her.
Lisa Anton was an international fashion model before the plane she was on crashed in a desolate future where strong men rule by might. When she first sees Eddie she thinks he’s a golden sex god. She’s worked with many handsome male models in her career, but Eddie tops them all.
There you go, a little eye candy! It’s just the heat of the summer sun that has your cheeks flushed and your eyes glazed, right? Yeah, me too.
Here is a short teaser from Sleeping With the Wolf, the first book in my After the Crash series. Taye is trying to explain to Carla that it was his wolf who chose her as their mate:
“Your wolf was the one who picked me to be your mate?” Carla tucked a heavy lock of her walnut brown hair behind her ear and studied Taye as if he were a Where’s Waldo poster. When he was in human form she saw no sign of his wolf.
“He did. To be his special companion. He wants you to be the person who belongs to him, kind of like … a horse belongs to a human.”
Carla stared at him blankly. “A horse?”
Taye frown and shook his head. “That’s not a good description. It’s like…”
As Taye trailed off, obviously frustrated to not be able to explain better, another man stepped up to the table. He had light brown hair in a tangled mess hanging in his face and past his shoulders and vivid green eyes peering through it. “I heard my father explain it once to my mother. He said that to his wolf, she was like the only warm house in the middle of a deadly blizzard. She gave him a safe place to shelter in, one that was just for him, and he would take care of that safe place and defend it from intruders.”
Carla’s mouth formed an “Oh,” without sound. Then, “Is that why the wolf doesn’t want me to shake hands with other men? He thinks that might let them into his safe shelter?”
“Exactly,” said Taye with relief. He rested a hand on the other man’s arm. “Thanks, Quill.”
Quill had a shy smile of surpassing sweetness, and Carla reduced her estimate of his age from early twenties to late teens.