Welcome the hero/heroine from Memphis Heat 1: Staked by Marteeka Karland & Shelby Morgan
Dawn: Please give a warm welcome to Officers Jarod Tyler and Belle Duprey from Memphis Heat 1: Stakeout by Marteeka Karland and Shelby Morgen today as we sit down and see what makes them tick.
Belle: Thanks for having us, Dawn. I’ll do my best to get this mutt to behave.
Dawn: So tell us about yourself. What got you in the crosshairs for your author?
Belle: It was Jarod’s fault. Here my author was, innocently sleeping, when he shows up -- him and his stupid yes, dear.
Jarod: I was just hanging out. I mean, I swear I was minding my own business when this… this… TROLL pulled me out of bed (and I mean that literally… I was having a little cuddle time with Belle and… stuff… ) and turned me into a werewolf. Do you have any idea how distracting that is?
Belle: I am so gonna slug you.
Jarod: Yes, Dear… *ducking*
Belle: that’s right, run. Not like I can’t catch you.
Dawn: What was it that drew you to your mate?
Belle: I love a hot guy in a uniform. Besides -- he’s not gonna dump me over the hours, like my ex.
Jarod: I love a chick with guns. It’s very hot. :D
Dawn: A little naughty fun, where was the wildest place you seduced your partner(s)?
Belle: Patrol car. On a stakeout. Not this stakeout. Another one.
Jarod: Well, in front of the werewolf pack was pretty naughty. Purely to prove we were part of the pack, you understand. I’m not into exhibitionism. Uh… much.
Belle: She said seduced, not performed for an audience. You never listen.
Jarod: *shrugs* Same difference.
Dawn: Boxers, briefs or Commando on a man?
Belle: Off. I like em off, whatever they are. Long as we’re talking about MY man. Otherwise they can stay on. No pervs, please.
Jarod: Do I look like I wanna get chaffed?? Briefs. Definitely briefs! Though, off is good too. :)
Dawn: If your partner wants to seduce you, what’s one sure fire trick he/she can play?
Belle: “Belle! Wanna have sex?” -- works every time. When I’m patient enough to wait for him to ask.
Jarod: Well, I’m finding I’m pretty partial to that thing she does with my tail…
Belle: I do love his tail.
Jarod: I love yours too, sweetheart.
Dawn: What is the one place on your partner’s body that you know will drive them wild -- in and out of bed?
Belle: Ears. He loves it when I bite his ears. In any form.
Jarod: Her belly button. Definitely. That little navel ring is just too damned intriguing to leave alone, so it’s a damned good thing she likes it.
Dawn: What was one of the most embarrassing things your author did to you in
Belle: What, you can’t remember the name of the book already? It’s Memphis Heat: Stakeout. Cause, you know, it starts with a stakeout. And I doubt our authors could spell anything more complicated.
Jarod: Lord, I’m not going there! Let’s just say being a werewolf -- particularly in the “wolf” is anatomically… difficult… at best. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I kind of enjoyed holding Belle close while I, uh, softened. But I had no idea that would happen and it was fucking EMBARRASSING!
Belle: Softened? Shrunk. That’s what he means. Damn dog knots up. That wasn’t it anyway. We all know about dogs and their dicks. Embarrassing -- that was that damn baton. What cop carries a baton in the 21st Century?
Jarod: Well, Dear, obviously you do. It wasn’t my baton and I did NOT start that. You were horny, as I recall.
Belle: Fuck yeah I was horny. Your damn fault, too. Wait three months -- three MONTHS -- to tell me you won’t have sex with me ‘cause you got bit by some damn werewolf? I’m your partner for Christ’s sake. What woman wants to go three months without getting laid?
Jarod: I was TRYING to protect you. I had no idea how you’d react to me being a werewolf! I mean, Jesus!
Belle: You’d a KNOWN how I’d reacted if you’d a just told me. Like waiting three months is gonna make it any easier.
Jarod: Yes, Dear…
Belle: I’d threaten not to do him, but that’d only hurt me. You know how those 50’s writers were always talking about women and their headaches? Screw that. Men can make more excuses for not having sex than any other creature on the planet. Show me one alley cat that goes around saying “Not tonight, dear.”
Jarod: Well, any other creature other than werewolves. I think I’m more horny than ever… *silly grin.*
Dawn: Anything else you would like to add?
Belle: Haven’t we done enough? Anyway, I’d go for taking some stuff away. Like that old Country song. We could happily cut that damn baton scene.
Jarod: Oh no. Leave the baton. Cause it was hot. I mean what guy doesn’t like to see a woman get herself off?
Belle: *Snicker* Yes, Dear.
Dawn: Thank you, Officers, for joining us on ‘Meet the Character’ day here at Dawn’s Reading Nook Blog. Please find Memphis Heat 1: Stakeout by Marteeka Karland and Shelby Morgen at Changeling Press -- http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1938.
Title: Memphis Heat 1: Stakeout
Author/s: Marteeka Karland and Shelby Morgen
Word Count: 11K
Page Count: 37
Release Date: 11/15/12
Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Artist: Marteeka Karland
Genres: Erotic Romance, Novella, Paranormal, Action Adventure
Themes: Men and Women in Uniform, Werewolf, V&E
Tag Line: Partners who have each other’s backs can share anything but the one thing he needs to share the most.
Blurb: Memphis, Tennessee. One of the top ten poorest big cities in the U.S. Where there’s poverty, there’s crime. The Russian Mob’s moving in. And where there are criminals, there are cops. Ours just happens to be a werewolf.
Officer Jarod Taylor took a bullet to the chest. But he didn’t die. And since he woke up, nothing’s been the same. Because while he was lying there bleeding out, he was bitten. By a werewolf.
And that thing about silver bullets? Myth. Shoot anything in the mouth, spill its brains all over the sidewalk, and it dies. Jarod’s got no pack, and his bite didn’t come with instructions. What Jarod doesn’t know about being a werewolf would fill a book.
He can smell his partner’s sexual attraction -- she might as well be in heat. But if he lets his partner, Belle Duprey, have what she wants, will she wake up with a strong desire for raw meat? Not knowing means trying to talk Belle out of the sex she’s determined to have with him, because he’s not told her he has a furry side.
Yeah. Two partners who always have each other’s backs and can share anything -- and everything -- but the one thing he needs to share the most.
“You’re a real asshole, you know that, don’t you?”
“Yes, dear,” Jarod answered with a suppressed chuckle in his tone.
She was going to smack him any moment now. “That. That right there. That’s the reason you’re paying alimony to two ex-wives. Fuck you and your yes, dear. I’ve had shorter dry spells between engagements. I. Need. To. Fuck. Now!”
“You’re just bored.”
Belle squirmed in her chair, practically grinding her pussy against the worn upholstery. “No shit. What gave it away?”
“Told you not to come. A.D.D. and stakeouts don’t go well together.”
She pointed the butt of her service revolver at him, resisting the urge to throw it. “Somebody has to watch your back. Besides. You used to be better at keeping me distracted.”
A sideways grin quirked his face. “We used to have… interesting… ways of keeping ourselves entertained, didn’t we? Not exactly professional, but…”
“Used to being the operative phrase here. What the hell is wrong with you, anyway?”
“Wrong with me? I got shot, remember?”
As if she could forget. “Yeah. And by all reports you should have died. But you didn’t. And ever since you’ve been treating me like… “
“I’m trying to act like a professional. I’ve been treating you like a cop. Like my partner.” He tried to look offended at that. Nearly pulled it off.
Professional, my ass. “We were a hell of a lot more than just partners, Jarod. You can’t deny that.”
“Yeah, well, maybe if I’d been acting a little more like a cop, and a lot less like your lover, we wouldn’t have been in a position where you could have gotten killed.” The bitterness in his tone surprised her.
She kept her voice low and steady, bottling up the frustrated anger that threatened to overwhelm her. “I wasn’t the one who got shot, Jarod.”
“Could have. Could have been you first up that alley, just as easy as me. And it would have been my fault.”
This argument was getting them nowhere. Damn it, she was horny as hell and he was right there! “Shut up and fuck me --” She reached for her police baton. “-- or I’ll do it myself.”
Binoculars focused on the dilapidated warehouse across the street, he didn’t even glance her way. “Go ahead.”
Did he think she wouldn’t?
Erotic romance author by night, Radiology Tech by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She’s been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried so hard to rid her of.
Visit Teeka’s website at http://MarteekaKarland.com and her blog at http://marteekakarland.blogspot.com
Shelby Morgen loves writing offbeat tales that defy as many rules as possible. She likes chocolate with her peanut butter, suspense with her romance, and kink with her sex. She’s always had a hard time keeping science fiction, fantasy, and paranormal from mixing with her kink. Shelby shares her belief in electronic publishing with her longtime friend and partner, Bill, her husband of 30 plus years.
Visit Shelby’s website, http://ShelbyMorgen.com for her latest releases.
She’s got a neglected blog and a Facebook page, but she doesn’t hang out there much -- the Vampire Wars will suck her in.
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