Dawn's Reading Nook: Discover the magic in Celia Kyle's Books/Giveaway

Please give a warm welcome to author Celia Kyle who drops in today to talk about their latest book, Whitney.

To get us started can you tell us a little about what you are working on or have coming out?

Right now I’m working on what is lovingly called the “cub in a pantry” book. Because it begins, oddly enough, with a werebear cub in a pantry. It’ll be awesome. I promise.

How would you describe yourself using only five words?

Curvy, awesome, hilarious, awesome, loving. Though, I am very tempted to add another “awesome” on there.

Do you have any guilty pleasures?

Publix birthday cake with buttercream icing. That is hands down, the most amazing thing ever created.

If you could collaborate with one author who would it be?

Shelly Laurentston. I mean, she’s just amazing. I love her humor and the way she draws readers in. When I first started writing, I told everyone that I wanted to be a poor man’s Shelly Laurenston. I hope, if even in a tiny way, that I’ve accomplished that.

Coffee, tea or other drink to get you moving in the morning?

Diet Cherry Coke all the way.

What is coming up from you in 2013? Anything you want to tease us with?

I do plan on releasing the “cub in a pantry” book as soon as I can and then there will be a small break until January. Gotta spend a little time with the family during the holidays.

When you begin your stories, do you go with the flow, or go with an outline?

I totally go with the flow. Completely. I’ve tried writing down all of the happy (and not so happy) details and it just doesn’t work. I’ll stick with an outline for all of one scene and then suddenly I’m over in left field.

Is it hard coming up with titles or characters names?

Yes! The names for the aforementioned “cub in a pantry” book (I seriously need to give it a title) came from my readers. I wrote it with stand ins and then had them toss some names at me.

If you were to replenish your cabinets with one junk food, what would it be?

Little Debbie Swiss Cake Rolls

How much of your own personality bleeds into your characters?

None. I have no idea what you’re talking about… Oh, you want honesty. Every single female character has parts of me. The shy bits and the outspoken, curse word laden bits. The curvy bits are definitely ALL me. All of it. All over. Kablam! Parts of me live in every single one of those ladies and I love ’em all.

Whitney by Celia Kyle

Alpha Marked Series

Thirty and single? Well, getcha ass to the Gathering!

Whitney Wickham is at the darned annual werewolf Gathering all right. Only there’s one problem: she doesn’t belong there. Her sisters carry the Mark indicating they’ll mate an Alpha Pair of wolves, while Whitney does not have that lovely, swirling scar.

She’s been hauled half way around the world to be stared at, and not-so-covertly sniffed, for no reason. Unfortunately the gorgeous, drool worthy, magic-mojo-wielding Wardens don’t know why she’s been summoned to the Gathering any more than she does. Which sucks. But at least they’re hot.

Emmett Greene and Levy Walters are Wardens—keepers of the law and embodiment of the magic of the werewolves. They can never mate, never marry, and never form a lasting romantic relationship. It’s a hard and fast law that keeps their powers pure of outside influence.

Rules are going to be broken.

One look at Whitney, one hint of her scent, and they realize their immovable laws might have to jiggle. She’s got luscious curves, a wicked smile, and a mouth that would make a thousand men weep. No matter the rules, their inner wolves will claim her.

The only things standing in their way are the Elder Wardens who will do anything…anything…to keep Emmett and Levy from discovering the truth: the laws are wrong. And being with Whitney Wickham is so very, very right.

Excerpt

Sleeping between two men she couldn’t touch stank. Sleeping between two men who had large, rock hard cocks digging into her sides sucked donkey balls. Twice. On top of that was the worry over what the coming days would bring.

The men were too lax for her tastes, at least, on the surface.

Well, she wasn’t gonna be laidback on any surface.

Wiggling and squirming, Whitney slipped from the bed, leaving a fluffy girl shaped hole between them. She knew she wouldn’t have long. All night they’d kept their hands on her, cuddling her between them. She’d been soothed with low grumbles and gentle strokes each time she jerked awake, memories of the pain she’d endured tormenting her.

Grabbing a discarded T-shirt from the ground, she took a whiff and decided it

was clean enough to wear. Oversized and so long it fell to her knees, she figured she was covered enough to make it to Scarlet’s suite. First, she’d sneak into Gabby’s, grab her sister, and then they’d head up the hidden steps and drag Scarlet outta bed. One, two, three, and done.

Whitney tip-toed to the front door, snaring the key card to her sister’s suite on the way. Thank goodness they’d all exchanged keys. At the time, it’d been because they shared clothes. Now it was for a little breaking and entering.

The knob turned silently, disengaging and allowing her to ease the door open.

She peeked into the hallway, checking to make sure the coast was clear. Carpet stretched from one end of the hall to the other and there wasn’t a wolf or human in sight. Perfect.

She held her breath, eased from the room and stepped out, ensuring the door clicked closed as quietly as possible. When no growling roars echoed through the hotel, she released the air in her lungs. Whew.

She bolted down the hallway, anxious to get to Gabs and subsequently Scarlet for some girl talk. In moments she stood before her sister’s door. The keycard slid in easily, the little green light above the handle blinking to let her know she could commence with breaking and entering.

The interior looked much like Whitney’s room, the entryway leading into a massive living room and two bedrooms branched off from the main space.

Following the trail of clothing that led to the room on the left, she soon slipped into the trio’s bedroom.

And way too much skin was exposed for her liking.

“Gabby,” she whispered. Nothing happened. “Gabs, wake up.” The damn woman slept like the dead.

Seeing a couple of socks nearby, she snared and balled them, slipping one inside the other. She hefted the light weight. It was just heavy enough to be thrown and hit her sister. Perfect. At least her time playing softball while her sisters studied wolf-land was good for something.

Taking aim, she tossed it at Gabby, smacking her right in the face.

“Wait, wha—” she snuffled. “No more. Tired.”

God, she didn’t even want to know why Gabs was exhausted. Probably for the opposite reason Whitney wasn’t tired. “Gabby. I need you.”

Her sister finally raised her head, hair sticking in all directions and squinting eyes met hers. “Huh?”

“Come on,” she waved her hand, gesturing for her sister to get outta bed.

Groaning, Gabby dropped her head back to the pillow and whispered into the room. “You so owe me. Breakfast. Lots. Coffee. More.”

“Done. Come on.”

Like a fluffy ninja, her sister wiggled and twisted her way from between her men, similar to what Whitney had done. Several tense seconds later, a very naked Gabriella was free of her sheet-prison. It wasn’t until her sister tumbled from the bed that she got an eyeful and Whitney whirled with a squeak. She loved her big sis, she just didn’t want to see all of her.

Buy Links

Amazon – http://celia.so/amwzon

BN – http://celia.so/amwbn

All Romance – http://celia.so/amware

Bookstrand – http://celia.so/amwbs

Kobo – http://celia.so/amwkobo

Smashwords – http://celia.so/amwsw

iBooks – http://celia.so/amwib

Author Bio:

Ex-dance teacher, former accountant and erstwhile collectible doll salesperson, Celia Kyle now writes paranormal romances for readers who:

1) Like super hunky heroes (they generally get furry)

2) Dig beautiful women (who have a few more curves than the average lady)