Yes, that below is a Snoopy comic. What is it doing here? Well, you'll have to ask today's visitor. C.P. Foster is dropping in with Snoopy and her latest epic sounding paranormal romance, Secret Studies!
Snoopy and the Beast
I
think every writer can relate to Snoopy. There are times when I stare at the
blank screen and nothing happens. But not with the Arcaneology series.
It
started as a hot little short story purely for my own enjoyment. But then the
world of Angie and Steffen started taking shape, and next thing I knew I was
building a vampire culture, creating a new supernatural species, and weaving
Bright Ideas together into a story. A massive story. The first two books were
originally one monster of a novel (no pun intended). I called it The Beast.
Even
after I’d finished The Beast and started submitting it to editors, more ideas
kept leaping into my head. Like, how will Angie and Steffen manage to build a
relationship? Will anyone else figure out her past? And how about the other
kinds of creatures Angie would want to study. What would it be like to spend a
couple of weeks doing field research in an enclave of elves? What kinds of
elves would I create for the Arcaneology universe? I took a bunch of notes and
stuffed them in a drawer, because I wanted to see if The Beast would sell
before I started on a sequel. In the meantime, I wrote something else, and have
started shopping it around.
Now
the Beast has been released (in two parts – I wonder if that hurt? Poor beast),
and it’s time to get to work on the third. Those ideas have started dancing
around again, characters taking shape and talking to me, Steffen is growling, and
I have a ton of research to do. I hope y’all enjoy Secret Studies. I’ll get
book three out to you as soon as I can!
Secret Studies (Arcaneology Book 2)
C. P. Foster
Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance
Length: Novel
Warnings: Contains BDSM elements and dubious consent
C. P. Foster
Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance
Length: Novel
Warnings: Contains BDSM elements and dubious consent
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If she could only stop running, she could
start living…
With a million-dollar bounty on her head,
Angie Clark has been hiding under the noses of her enemies for nearly a decade.
But trying to prevent a war between humans and vampires has landed her in
trouble—again. A vampire monarch bent on revenge has taken out a new contract
on her, and Angie knows that if she’s caught, her enemies will torture her
until she begs for death. Mired in violence and death, keeping her secrets
becomes more important than ever. And as her life unravels bit by bit, she
fears she’ll have to leave behind everyone and everything that matters to her
and run.
But when Steffen Scott puts his life on the
line in order to protect her, she can no longer deny her feelings for him. As
the threat of war looms over humanity once again, it could mean the
annihilation of both species, and Angie must decide whether to keep running or
to turn and fight. And maybe find out what she and Steffen could become.
Snippet:
She
went to him, and let him draw her onto his lap. He angled her so her legs
dangled to one side while her back rested against his broad chest. His skin
felt cool, but not as cold as before.
“Did
you intend to tease me by leaving that lovely throat bare?” he murmured into
her ear.
“Don’t
you like it?”
His
growl vibrated over her. “I’ve thought of little else since the moment I
arrived. May I taste you now?”
“Yes,”
she whispered.
With
a gentle touch, he took the single curl that tickled the side of her neck and
tucked it behind her ear. Grace closed her eyes as he settled his mouth over
her vein. His fangs extended, thin as those of a snake, and pricked the soft
skin. She held her breath.
He
curved one arm around her waist an instant before he struck. Pain flickered for
only a second, then a lush wave of pleasure overtook her, and she moaned aloud.
His arm tightened while his other hand stroked up to cover her breast. He
squeezed. Found the stiffening nipple and pinched. Grace arched with desire as
he caressed his way to her thighs and edged them apart. The suction of his
drinking, the quiet sounds he made, the way his body grew warmer with each
passing second, all of the sensations engulfed her.
He
eased her skirt up and nudged her panties aside so he could graze his
fingertips over her moist lower lips. She tensed from head to toe as he traced
a slick path to her bud and began to stroke. Her racing heart pumped blood into
his mouth. Pleasure built, and when she came, he sucked harder to drink in her
ecstasy.
Bio:
C.
P. Foster is a writer of urban fantasy, romance, and erotica. She lives in the
Pacific Northwest with her husband, Cuddles the caliby kitten, and a cat named
Tom that is no longer actually a tom. She doubts he appreciates the irony.
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