Character Interview #TNTConfidential with Micah and Bridget from Resisting the Alpha by Jessica Coulter #paranormal

Happy Tuesday, guys! I have the pleasure of having Jessica Coulter's latest release, Resisting the Alpha and her characters stopping by to answer my devious questions.

Hi everyone, today I have the pleasure of having Micah Smythe and his mate Bridget here with me. I’ve kind of decided to treat this like a gameshow *grin* I’m going to put each one in a separate room and ask them the same questions. Let’s see if this is a match made in heaven. *grin*

Micah What’s your favorite time of the year? Why? Fall. I love the smells in the air, the crisp leaves crunching under my paws, the turning shades of orange, red and yellow. Who is your favorite actor? Actress? Vin Diesel. Love action movies!  And Sandra Bullock…that woman is HOT! What’s your favorite color? Blue What’s your favorite type of food? Least favorite type of food? Chinese is my favorite and Mexican is probably my least favorite because it gives me heartburn.  If you were asked to give yourself a nickname, what would it be? Ace, but I excel at everything I do. If you were asked to give Bridget a nickname, what would it be? I don’t think I’m allowed to say what I call her, your readers might be offended (or turned on). But sometimes I call her Cinnamon, because she tends to be a bit spicy. And last but not least, a bonus question: How would you describe Bridget? What attracted you about her? She’s beautiful, honest (sometimes too honest), and despite the fact that her mouth is rather sassy, I can’t stop wanting to kiss those luscious lips.

Bridget What’s your favorite time of the year? Why? Spring. It’s a time of growth and change. Colorful blossoms adorn yards, the grass starts turning green again, the temperature begins to warm. Who is your favorite actor? Actress? Jensen Ackles (have you SEEN him? He is oh-my-god fine!) and Goldie Hawn (she’s hilarious). What’s your favorite color? Purple What’s your favorite type of food? Least favorite type of food I love Italian, but I hate sushi. If you were asked to give yourself a nickname, what would it be? Sugar. It would be hilarious because I’m so not good and sweet. If you were asked to give Micah a nickname, what would it be? Milkbone. Sometimes he gives me that glaring Alpha look and I just want to toss him one to watch his face turn purple and his eyes bug out of his head. And last but not least, a bonus question: How would you describe Micah? What attracted you about him? Alpha to the core, but there’s a tender side to him once you get to know him. And he has the most amazing eyes! I could stare into his eyes forever.

Bridget Donohue is beyond furious with the meddling alpha of the local wolf pack. He not only crashed her wedding, but scared the groom away. And for what? It isn’t like he’s ready to man up and claim her. 

Disgruntled by his attraction, Micah Smythe feels the pull but isn’t willing to bite. Bridget is irrational, mouthy, and temperamental. So why does his body respond every time she’s near? He’s declared her off limits, but the more time he spends with her, the harder it is to keep his hands to himself. 

Passion ignites between them, but Bridget refuses to give in to the wolf’s game of seduction. She’s determined to resist the alpha at all costs. 

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~~~ Excerpt ~~~

“How could you…!” Bridget screamed into the wind as the storm raged around her, knowing damn well with his sensitive wolf hearing, she could have whispered. “You sent my fiancé running scared! We were about to say our vows, you asshole!”

Bridget stood outside the church, her white dress feeling like it weighed fifty pounds as the rain pelted down, soaking her. A gust of wind wrenched off her veil and sent it into the nearby gutter, dirty water destroying it on contact.

“You aren’t marrying him,” Micah said, a growl to his voice.

“Why?” she asked, the anger draining away as her shoulders sagged. “Why would you ruin my life this way? I was happy, damn it!”

“You don’t belong with him.”

#8Sunday #SexySnippets #WeekendWritingWarriors: Luna #paranormal #romance

Happy Sunday, lovelies!

Thanks to the lovely Veronica Scott it came to my attention that the name Riddick was already in use by a popular sci-fi character played by Vin Diesel. The also lovely author, Siobhan Muir, suggested the name Serrik as a substitute and it sounds great! So, unless something happens, from now on Riddick will be Serrik.

Thanks Veronica and Siobhan for your help! And thanks to all the readers and commentors for all of your comments and thoughts! The story is slowly shaping up.

Finally, before we go on to the snippet, if you didn't have a chance, you can have a look at Serrik's visual inspiration here.

On to today's snippet:

Let's recap: Clare (aka Luna), has met a mysterious, yet hunky, alien who's come to take her back to his home. She believes he's Mikelo, the alien boy she'd met twenty years ago... but he's presented himself as Serrik. In shock, Clare doesn't know how to react. Serrik taunts her and asks her why she is not screaming...

Creative editing has taken place to keep to the guidelines.

You can read the older snippets here:  

Snippet 1

Snippet 2

Snippet 3

Snippet 4

Snippet 5

Snippet 6 

 

I hope you're all having a great weekend!  

XOXO,
Elyzabeth

*creative editing to keep to the guidelines has taken place* 

#SexySnippets and #8Sunday Sentences  

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She shrieked. 

Serrik clapped his hand over her mouth and moved in so close she could feel the heat coming from his body. Gently, he tilted her head back.

"A brave attempt, little one, but far too late for that.” His upper lip trembled as he clearly fought off a smile. He failed miserably and flashed his pearly white teeth down at her. “Clare Luna, you aren't screaming because you are not truly afraid,  you know my people, you have met the Feardrako before. You heard the sound and you came. Twice. Your destiny is tied with our people, whether you want it to or not.”

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Short Story #WednesdayBriefs Dragon Heartbreak #flashfiction #fantasy #romance

Happy Wednesday, my lovelies!

XOXO,

Elyzabeth

 

Dragon Heartbreak

Andros tilted his head and stared into the distance. He was quiet for a few minutes, observing the sky and the gathering clouds. Amaia took the chance to observe him. He was unlike any man she´d ever met. His eyes were green flecked with yellow and curtained by dark lashes. His nose was bumpy, a bit big and not particularly beautiful, yet, it suited his face like the last piece of a puzzle. His square jaw was dusted by a dark beard, the thin line of a scar still visible near his chin. She swept her gaze downwards. His neck was corded, his arms bulging with muscle. She couldn´t see his chest as it was hidden beneath the thick dragon vest but she guessed it was equally impressive. Every time she stood near him her blood boiled. It was no different now. She had dreamt with him. She had imagined his mouth on her body, kissing, sucking, licking... She had pictured his hands, large and calloused, pinching her, touching her, caressing her in the most intimate way.

 “The skies are getting dark and…”  

Amaia held her breath as Andros stared at her. His nostrils flared and the gold in his eyes became brighter. His lips parted and she had to fight against the urge to lean toward him and kiss him. She swallowed. Andros closed his eyes and Amaia´s gaze dropped. She blushed as she caught a glimpse of the bulge in his pants. Her insides tingled.

“Amaia.”

She kept her gaze down. She didn´t need to see the shake off his head. She recognized that tone in his voice. It was the tone he used with his men when he was disappointed or when he disapproved of a decision. It was worse than being screamed at or punched in the gut.

“Amaia, look at me.”

She shook her head, thankful for the thick hood of her cloak.

“Let´s go. We shan´t reach Avenshire for the coronation if we dwell here. We must—“

“Look at me.”

Her heart fluttered as his gentle fingers grasped her chin and tilted her head back. Amaia closed her eyes. His fingertips brushed her temple as he pulled back her hood. He didn´t stop there. They ran over her hair and down her neck, causing goose bumps to spread over her arms and her lips to part as she fought to breathe.

“Look at me, Amaia.”

“Andros.”

She wanted to deny his request, but she couldn’t. Not when he was still touching her. Not when he had moved so close she could feel the warmth and the scent of his flesh. The hand over her chin tightened.

“Ira ai nogard,” he said in heir native language. “Nogardess principeza ono ode migon.”

“No.”

She opened her eyes and grasped his wrists firmly. He pulled back, clearly taken aback by her reaction. Almost as much as her.  

“No. I won’t let you say that. I—“

Andros´ slit like eyes narrowed. She swallowed and he smiled sadly.  

“What do you see, Dragonness?”

“You are dragon.”

Andros nodded.

“Your heart is misplaced, princess.” He released her.

“I am dragon.”

“You are princess,” he said roughly before turning his back to her.

“I am dragon and I am woman and my heart is not misplaced, it is mine to command and it has chosen you. Do you not see--?”

He was upon her in a single stride. His lips hot and punishing as they coaxed her mouth open. She held onto him, reveling in his taste, his strength, his fragrance. He pressed her closer as his tongue entwined with hers and she felt his masculine hardness. Her sex throbbed with need.

“Amaia.” The tone she´d heard earlier was gone, replaced by one full of desperate need. The same she felt. “We can’t do this.” He pulled back and for a brief instant she saw the pain in his dragon eyes. She dropped her gaze. He walked away.

“Come on, princess. I must deliver you to Avenshire.”

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#8Sunday #SexySnippets #WeekendWritingWarriors: Luna #paranormal #romance

Happy Sunday, lovelies!

Today I'm continuing with Luna's story. 

Thanks to the lovely Veronica Scott it has come to my attention that the name Riddick is already in use by a popular sci-fi character played by Vin Diesel. My Riddick looks nothing like Diesel.  (You can have a look at my inspiration here. It's pretty yummy *grin*). However, to not confuse the characters I'm considering changing my Feardrako's name. Of course, any suggestions will be much appreciated. *smile*

On to today's snippet:

Let's recap: Clare (aka Luna), has met a mysterious, yet hunky, alien who's come to take her back to his home. She believes he's Mikelo, the alien boy she'd met twenty years ago... but he's presented himself as Riddick. His last line was:

I am Riddick and I have come for you, Clare Luna for it is high time you paid your promise."

  Creative editing has taken place to keep to the guidelines (and I have not considered one word lines as sentences in today's snippet *blush*).

You can read the older snippets here:  

Snippet 1

Snippet 2

Snippet 3

Snippet 4

Snippet 5

I hope you're all having a great weekend!  

XOXO,
Elyzabeth

*creative editing to keep to the guidelines has taken place* 

#SexySnippets and #8Sunday Sentences  

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"I don't know what you're talking about."

His eyebrows shot up again and she noticed that his eyes were not dark like Mikelo’s but a deep blue.

"I-I-“

“Yes?"

He took a step toward her and she scampered backwards, tripping and crashing into a tree, her breath leaving her lungs in a loud whoosh. Riddick didn’t stop moving. He crowded her against the space, placing his arms to each side of her head, and leaning over her intimidatingly.

"Why aren't you screaming, Clare? Crying? Begging for your life?" His voice dropped to a whisper making the hairs on her arms stand.

"I-I'm trying."

Riddick’s eyes twinkled. This close she was able to see the lines of laughter around his eyes and the amusement dancing in their depths. He was mocking her.

 

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