Today I’m hosting the fabulous Rebekah Lewis as part of the Breathless Press round robin blog hop. Rebekah writes mainly paranormal romance – which you probably know is one of my favourite genres – and is here to convince us that when it comes to sexy supernatural heroes the satyr is drastically under-rated.
Hi Shelli, thank you so much for hosting me! For those who do not know me, I write the Curse of the Satyroi series for Breathless Press. Book one, Wicked Satyr Nights, is available now. Book two is coming soon(ish). I promise!
The paranormal market is saturated with vampires and werewolves, demons and angels, zombies and all kinds of fairy creatures. While I am most definitely not the first person to venture into the realm of satyrs as heroes, I might be a bit biased in believing Satyrs make the best supernatural boy toys.
- He’s always horny (uh, as in, um, actual horns coming out of his head). But since we are on the subject, he has non-stop stamina. Seriously. You don’t have to wait for him to rev back up. He can go all night if you are willing.
- You never have to worry about him being shorter than you. The tallest of girls can be comfortable in heels around him. Those hooves give him extra height; not that he was short to begin with.
- In my series, part of the curse is that they never age. So you get all the immortal boyfriend benefits without him being dead like a zombie or a vampire. No necrophilia! And he doesn’t need to consume you to survive…unless it is consuming in a sexy way.
- He may be a bit hairy, but he doesn’t turn into a dog or animal.* And he is just an altered human, so he’s not literally a beast.**
- If you stick with him, you will ALWAYS win the best couple costume award at Halloween parties. Always.
*The Jersey Devil is not a known animal in the animal kingdom, and only Pan can take this form.
**He has hooves, but they are merely alterations of the bone structure in his legs. He is human in the ways that matter. So fear not!
Hmm, well I’m definately coming around 🙂 And if you need more convincing then I think this gorgeous cover ought to do it! Rebekah is also going to share an excerpt with us – see I look after you.
Some creatures want to be found.
When Dr. Katerina Silverton travels into the Pine Barrens to make a documentary on the Jersey Devil, she doesn’t believe she will find evidence of anything supernatural. However, Kat soon finds herself face-to-face with the very creature she was sent into the forest to capture on film.
In Ancient Greece, the god Pan made a terrible mistake which resulted in the creation of a race of immortal satyrs. Centuries later, he lives secluded in the Pine Barrens, frightening the mortals by taking the guise of an abhorrent local monster. When a beautiful woman shows up in his forest looking for proof of his existence, Pan can’t resist revealing himself to her.
But outside forces may be manipulating them both, pushing them together for nefarious reasons. Kat must decide if she could learn to love a satyr or if his appearance is more than she can handle. Can she resist Pan’s wicked nature, or will she give into the temptations beyond
He flapped his leathery wings, and gaining air, Pan swooped down in front of Rick first, shielding himself from the camera lens as he did. The footage would show no visible evidence of him to make believers out of the humans who would view it. As with the first time he toyed with them, he knew sound effects could be easily added from an unseen location, so he wasn’t worried about being heard.
Cindy noticed the threat to her husband and shined the light in his eyes, hoping to blind him. He couldn’t blame her for not knowing he wasn’t a mere animal to be deterred by such a feeble attempt. His eyes adjusted easily to any location and most levels of brightness or darkness. But since he was going for dramatic…
He used his wing to slap the spotlight out of her hands. It skidded across the dirt road with a loud clatter. The light flickered once, twice, dimmed and finally went dead. The moon cast enough light to outline the individuals present, but offered little more than that. Cindy took a few steps back and tripped, landing hard on her ass. She immediately began scrambling backward, attempting to regain her footing.
Rick stepped in front of her, shielding her. He hadn’t shut down the camera, but slowly he set it down, probably hoping the beast before him was too stupid to realize what a camera was. Keeping his hands out in nonthreatening gesture, Rick slowly stood up and began to back away. He remained between Pan and Cindy. How very noble.
Pan smiled, though in this form it likely appeared as a snarl. Pushing off from the ground once more, he knocked Rick to the ground, causing Cindy to tumble back down as well. Neither concerned him.
With a gust of air, he pushed upward, flapping his wings as he gained height. The trees made it difficult, but he maneuvered through them like he’d been born to fly. He glided under a low branch toward Katerina.
She dropped to the ground as he went over her head, dodging him. His adrenaline shot through his system, almost as invigorating as an orgasm in itself. He was pleased she wasn’t going to be caught easily. The hunt would make the capture so much more satisfying.
Katerina was almost to the van when Pan landed on the top of the vehicle and perched in front of her like a gargoyle, crouched with one hand on the edge of the roof. His wings folded and towered above him as he leered down at her, sizing her up. She stared up at him, mouth open in a scream that provided no sound. He watched as a tear streaked down her face, and he felt it like a sucker punch to the gut.
She was terrified of him. He stood no chance with her now, and he knew it. However, if he gave up and let her go, she’d flee the area and give up her film. She should flee and leave the area. It was the best thing for her to do. The only thing that would keep her safe from his lecherous thoughts.
No. She is mine.
The last time he’d felt a strong connection to someone, he’d let her slip through his fingers and into the path of harm before he could see if anything more could have blossomed between them. Not again. Fuck waiting to see why she was here. He wasn’t going to let her leave or stand by as something happened to her.
Wow! I think satyrs might have just jumped onto the ‘need to be read’ pile 🙂 If you want to join me then you can find ‘Wicked Satyr Nights’ available on the following sites:
Thank you so much Rebekah for stopping by! If you would like to follow Rebekah (and keep updated on Book 2!) you can find her at;
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