Friday Spotlight: Beverly Rae

Santa Shafted Me 

   I know Christmas has passed, but I’m still miffed. Santa didn’t leave me what I wanted under the tree. Seriously, Big Guy, what’s up with that? Although I’d been good all year, my stocking didn’t hold the one gift I really wanted: an iPad.

   Yeah, I know I shouldn’t complain. I received very nice gifts this year. This on top of already being blessed with numerous items other writers don’t have. For instance, I have my own desktop computer that I don’t share with either my husband or my teen. Whenever I want to write, I write. Not every writer can say as much.

   Next, I have a netbook computer, too. Granted, I don’t use this much, but it’s there if I ever want to sit on the couch and write instead of staying in my office. My hubby, however, uses it a lot. You know. For important things like searching YouTube videos. 

   I also have a Kindle2 and I love it. Fortunately for me, I’m able to download any eBook I want. (I know it’s kind of egotistical, but I download my own books just so I can have them on my Kindle.) In fact, I’m thinking of buying either the newest Kindle or the Nook. So again, I shouldn’t complain, right? Yeah, well…

   I have a terrific office that’s only for my use. No hubby, no teen, no one can enter without my permission. Oh, and maybe the permission of my four dogs. After all, all their toys are in my office so it’s kind of their room, too.

   I also have the biggest thing that all writers want. I have the time to write. Unlike many authors, I don’t work outside the home. I get to spend every day sitting at my computer doing what I love to do. So, again, I shouldn’t complain.

   But I still want an iPad. The funny thing is, I don’t even know why I want one other than the fact that it’s cool. I love cool electronic gadgets. Isn’t that reason enough? Yeah, I know. Probably not.

   Still, I want one and since Santa failed me, I’m hoping Valentine’s Day will do the trick. Either that or the Easter Bunny will hide one under a bush for me. Here’s crossing my fingers for good luck!

When hunter becomes hostage, the only question is: Death by bite, or by bullet?

Cannon Pack, Book 3

At night, Lauren Kade trades her white coat and dental drill for a black uniform and a gun. But not to hunt the shifters she once swore to eliminate. Driven by lingering guilt for killing a female shifter a year ago, she covertly throws other hunters off the trail. She’s good at it, too…until she’s taken hostage by a sexy werewolf whose thirst for revenge is even bigger and badder than his attitude.

Daniel Cannon tried everything to outrun the pain of his mate’s murder, but when hunters take down another pack member, it’s more than he can stand. Now that he’s got one of them at his mercy, though, something strange is happening. Her day job may set his teeth on edge, but her luscious curves make him salivate. In spite of her past sins, she insists she’s reformed into some kind of werewolf guardian angel.

Worse, his heart wants to believe her, and his body aches to mark her as his. Yet going against his instincts could turn him from lover to prisoner. Just when his pack needs him most…

Product Warnings

Be advised. This is not a test. Your limits are about to be pushed. Your desires will be met. Your heart will burst with pleasure and your dreams will be fulfilled. Prepare yourself for sex hotter than the sun on the driest desert. And if you dare, then run with the pack.

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