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FERAL blurb

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FERAL
Berkley Heat
December 2011

His hunger sets her nights on fire…

Late nineteenth century, Mexico. One fateful night Noah Diaz steals into the night to ravage a bold woman. But it's Noah who finds himself at her mercy. During their savage act, she transforms into a feral mountain lion, leaving him on the brink of death. He survives only to become a lion himself—and immortal.

Noah is now a wealthy man who owns an underground sex club where he and other supernatural beings can indulge in no-holds-barred sensual play among lovers who don't know the difference. Though Noah has scores of willing victims at the club, it is the thrill of the hunt he desires…

Jenny Lincoln runs a big cat rescue that can barely stay afloat—until a donor offers large sums of money under the condition that she goes to his club. There she learns of a world different from anything she's ever known or experienced. What at first frightens her, thrills her. It's clear that she is Noah's prey, but once she gets a taste, it is Jenny who wants more. And though he's lured by her insatiable desire, a man as wild as Noah may never be tamed…

Four wonderful DEMONIC reviews!

NIGHT OWLS REVIEWS:
Reviewed by Missyb0103

Bent on writing an expose about a sex club called The Aeonion, Jane asks her two best friends to come with her to the club. At this club, the members like to dress up like supernatural beings. Once in the club, the three girlfriends meet up with three handsome men. What the ladies don't know about the men is that one is not playing at being a demon, but is one. What happens when you play with fire?

I really liked the idea of the story, three friends, meet three friends but one is hiding a secret. Who is, and what will happen kept my interest. The 6 different characters and how they paired off was a good match. I feel the author did a Great job making each character their own and the personalities were fitting. Of course the guys were hot and yummy. Great sex scenes for whatever you like, makes Demonic a worthwhile and sexy read.

ROMANCE REVIEWS TODAY
Reviewed by Cece Johns

Jane Brooks has been assigned to write a story for L.A. Underground, a publication that features the spicy and seedy sides of the city. Jane is to find out what goes on in an exclusive sex club, Aeonian, where people dress up as either supernatural beings or their groupies. Researching a sex club isn't really something you do by yourself, so Jane invites her friends, Emily Torres and Suzanne Quinn, to dress up as groupies and go with her. As the three girls walk in, they meet three guys, also going in, who immediately cast their eyes on the girls who most interests them. Dressed as three demons, Marcus immediately hones in on Jane. Damien checks out Emily, and Jake asks Suzanne if she likes to do dirty things in public. Yikes, there's a rumor that these three aren't merely dressed as demons, one of them actually is a demon, and his human friends are devoted to him, but not one can tell which is which.

Is it Marcus, who likes to dominate and needs a sub? Is it Damien, who is an artist and paints S&M scenarios, or is it Jake, who soon has Suzanne on his lap and his hands under her skirt?

As each of the women starts a fast and furious relationship with the men, they compare notes, and after talking to others at the club, they are almost certain one of the men is a demon, but can any of the women give up her man in case he is the one? Is there is any way Suzanne, Emily, and Jane can create lasting relationships with these demons, and not one just based on sex?

Sheri Whitefeather has written a unique story written from each of the girls' points of view. Marcus is a sensual hypnotist, and Jane feels herself falling under his spell. Jake tells Suzanne the men met as teenagers and were dabbling in the occult. Together they conjured up an evil demon, and when he attacked them, it was only a guardian demon that came to save them, and he remains in their group. Damien looks like an angel but seems the neediest. Emily is a good girl and senses that being around these men who pretend to be demons is attacking her soul, and feels she must get away.

All three couples make up the main characters, and the sex and mystique of the men is what draws the women to them. The men are hunky and yummy, irresistible to almost any mortal woman.

DEMONIC is a quick read that, at first, I thought would be too creepy, but it turned out to be interesting and fun. I don't usually mention the cover, but it is X-rated (might need a plain brown cover). Give it a try even if you don't usually try this type of book, and especially if you do.

MANIC READERS:
Reviewed by Cheryl

Jane is writing an article on underground sex clubs. She asks for her two friends, Emily and Suzanne's assistance. Jane, Emily and Suzanne head to Aeonian—Jane scored a guest pass. Aeonian is a member only club. As the ladies are entering the club, they are joined by three sexy men. Their names are Marcus, Jake and Damien.

The three ladies quickly pair off into couples. Jane with Marcus, Jake with Suzanne, and Emily and Damien. The ladies learn that there is a rumor that surrounds the three men. It seems that one of them is a real demon and the other two are humans protecting him. The ladies aim to uncover if the rumor is true but can they handle the truth?

I can guarantee that when I pick up a Sheri Whitefeather novel that it is going to be sizzling. Demonic is no exception. This book is a yummy morsel of pure sex and good reading!

I could not pick a favorite couple as I liked them all for different reasons. Marcus and Jane have a BSBM relationship; though it was on the light side or at least that is the way it was portrayed in the book. Suzanne and Jake were on fire and could not keep their hands of each other. Finally, there was Emily and Damien. While they were just as hot, their relationship shared a deeper connection.

FRESH FICTION:
Reviwed by Diana Troldahl

Jane Brooks is a journalist for L A Underground a publication focusing on the less acceptable and sometimes seedy side to life in Los Angeles. Her current assignment was Aeolian, a sex club with a paranormal twist. People joined to role play with groupies wanting the fantasy of sex with a supernatural being. Demons, werewolves, vampires, fairies and any supernatural creature imaginable could be found within the walls of the downtown club, inhabiting rooms catering to all sexual tastes; voyeurism, BDSM, or any creative sexual play the human or parahuman mind can conceive.

On her first visit, Jane brings along her two best friends. They were college roommates and formed a strong friendship despite their differences. The visit to the club seems to highlight their differing personalities; Suzanne, a fashion designer finds herself engaging in highly public displays of affection with Jacob Keller, Emily the history teacher meets artist Damien who wants nothing more than to ripen her innocence into a sweet enjoyment of passion, and Jane connects with Marcus Monroe, an unabashed dom looking for a sub. As each of the women observe what the club has to offer, they learn more about themselves and realize they can never go back to the uninformed lives they led before, but are uncertain exactly how far down the path to sexual adventure they will tread. Will they let fear stand in their way or learn to trust in the men who call themselves demons?

Hot. Hot, sizzling, steamy sexy writing characterizes this glimpse into the lives of three women who venture off the beaten path to hesitantly explore their sexuality. Sheri Whitefeather provides an interesting plot with hint of mystery. Among the three main female characters a reader is likely to find at least one with which they can closely identify, making the experience that much more intimate. Whew! I suggest you read DEMONIC with plenty of iced tea at hand and brace yourself for some of the best erotica around.

Reader Photo

Friend and loyal reader, Christina, with an original copy of WARRIOR'S BABY. I love keeping in touch with readers and Christina has been there since the beginning. Thanks, Christina, for your support.

Warrior's Baby re-released!

My very first book was just re-released as an e-book! The orginal pub date was Oct. 1999. I was so excited when I got the call that it sold. It's so cool to see it out there again! Click Here for the Link!

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Aug. 8th--win a copy of DEMONIC

On Monday, August 8th, I'll be guest blogging on Laura Wright's site. Feel free to drop by. Those who leave comments will be eligible to win a copy of DEMONIC. It should be fun. :)

Here's a direct link. Hope to see there on Monday! Laura Wright's Blog

DEMONIC review from Romantic Times

I heard that DEMONIC is already in some bookstores (yea!), but the official release date is August 2nd. It received a four star review from RT (another yea!).

Here's the review:

Trying to do justice to three couples in one book usually means at least one is short changed. Not in this case. The conversations between the ladies tie these well-developed stories together, and the way each reasons out her individual relationship is well written. This is a page-turner that more than satisfies. Reviewed by Jacqui McGuins, Romantic Times BookClub.

Pictures from New York!

I'm moving this week and won't have full Internet access, so I'll be off the grid until I get settled. But for now, here are some pictures from my trip.


Me at the Museum of Modern Art


Posing with Wicked poster. Loved the show!


On the fourth of July with my kids, waiting for fireworks display. Left to right: Jack (daughter's boyfriend), Brenna (daughter), Nikki (son) and me.


At Central Park with Brenna and Nikki. It was wonderful to spend some vacation days together.


With the Naked Cowgirl. I didn't know at the time that she was a recent contestant on America's Got Talent. She was a kick! A totally fun gal.

New York!

I'm leaving for New York next week to go to a writer's conference! I'm bringing my son with me and we're going to see a couple of Broadway shows (Jersey Boys and Wicked), along with as many museums as we can take it! I'll post pictures when I get back, but for now, here are some cool and classic songs.

DEMONIC excerpt!

Here's the first chapter of DEMONIC, my Aug. 2011 release. Beware! A few naughty words! It's an erotic romance.

CHAPTER ONE:

An exclusive sex club where people either dressed up as supernatural beings or donned their best groupie gear . . .

Aeonian was a bizarre place, or so Jane Brooks had heard. But that was the point, wasn't it? To go there and evaluate the hot and dirty weirdness? In her line of work it was called research. Jane was writing a piece for L. A. Underground, a publication that featured the spicy and often seedy sides of the city.

She stood in front of the gilded mirror in her garage-sale-gone-wild bedroom and smoothed her little shimmy of a dress. Beneath the silky taupe fabric, which plunged lusciously low in front, she was braless. Jane had never grown out of an A cup, leaving her lacking in the cleavage department, but at least she possessed perky nipples.

She glanced at the bedside clock. Her best gal pals, Emily Torres and Suzanne Quinn, were in the living room waiting for her. Jane was rarely ready on time. But they expected as much.

Returning to her primping, she studied her reflection. She'd pinned her auburn hair into a tousled twist and painted her lips a glossy cinnamon hue. With a critical eye, she slipped on a pair of heels the same color of her skin, then went into the living room.

Her friends sat on the couch. In tandem, they stood up.

"You look amazing," Suzanne said.

"Thank you." Jane more than appreciated the compliment.

Suzanne knew her stuff. She was an up-and-coming fashion designer.Tonight tall, blonde Suzanne was swathed in a candy-pink mini and a glorious tan. The shiny metal straps on the dress were made of big gold loops, and the formfitting, front- wrap bodice combined with a push-up bra gave her medium- sized boobs a boost.

Jane turned toward Emily. She was a properly behaved history teacher who was shy about showing off her assets. Although she had long dark locks and the curves of a Latina goddess, she'd done nothing to maximize the effect. A pastel headband kept her glorious hair from falling forward, and she wore a pair of jeans and a summer- print blouse, all buttoned up.

Jane said, "You realize that we're going to a sex club, right? And we're supposed to look like groupies?"

Emily responded, "Of course I know where we're going, and I never should've let you two talk me into it."

Suzanne chimed in. "It'll be fun. Besides, we're not going to participate. We're just going to watch." She waggled her eyebrows."Like voyeurs."

The brunette's cheeks flushed. "I suppose I am a little curious about what sort of things they do there."

Jane shot Suzanne a conspiratorial smile. They'd been trying to loosen up Emily for years. Or at least bring her out of her good-girl shell.

Tackling the wardrobe dilemma, Suzanne unbuttoned Emily's blouse, where her bountiful breasts spilled out from a beige lace bra.

"There," the designer said. "Now she looks almost as slutty as we do."

"Almost," Jane agreed.

From there, they dragged Emily into the bathroom and did a smoky number on her eyes. A coat of flaming berry lipstick followed. The headband went bye-bye and her hair was finger fluffed. After decorating her with glittering earrings, they forced her into icy blue pumps from Jane's closet. The result was sex-kitten hot. But Emily wasn't impressed. She squirmed at her wild unveiling.

"Someone is going to want to fuck me," she said.

The horrified way she spewed the f-word made Jane and Suzanne laugh.

"You'll be fine," Suzanne promised. "Right, Janiac?"

"Totally fine," she responded, as they left her apartment and climbed into her car.

Bound for decadence.

# # #

Emily sat in the backseat, fussing with the front of her blouse. She wanted to re-button it, but Jane and Suzanne would probably pitch a fit if she covered herself. She felt self-conscious dressed this way, and on top of that, her feet hurt. The shoes were a tad too tight.

The ladies who'd given her the makeover were doing just fine, laughing and talking and singing with the radio.

Silent, Emily quit tugging at her blouse. She wished she could be more like her friends. Jane was adventurous and imaginative, and Suzanne was trendy and sassy. The three of them had been college roommates, and even then, Emily knew she was the odd woman out.

Suzanne glanced over her shoulder. "You okay, Auntie Em?"

She nodded and forced a smile. Auntie Em, Janiac, and Susie Q. Their nicknames pretty much said it all.

As they traveled deep into the concrete jungle that was L.A., Suzanne went back to singing, and Emily returned to her nervous thoughts. She didn't do well at regular clubs, let alone a place of this sort. What kind of people pretended to be supernatural beings? And what kind of people trailed after them behaving like groupies?

Anxious, she peered out the window. They weren't in a populated part of the city. Downtown was weird that way. Some of it was isolated, particularly at night.

Finally Jane pulled up to the gate of an underground parking structure and put a keycard into the designated slot. Aeonian was a members-only establishment, and Jane had acquired the necessary guest passes, but then Janiac was clever that way.

Emily's stomach went tight. She wanted to go home and watch something safe on TV, but it was too late for that. They parked and got out of the car. As they walked toward the elevator of the four- story industrial building that housed the club, the heels of her too- tight shoes hit the asphalt like bullets from a machine gun. The other women's shoes echoed the same rat-a-tat-tat.

"What does Aeonian mean?" Suzanne asked Jane.

The writer responded, "Everlasting. Like heaven's eternal bliss or hell's perpetual fi res."

"That's wicked cool," the designer remarked.

Or just plain wicked, Emily thought. As they reached the elevator, a trio of well- statured men appeared from the other side of the parking lot.

Suzanne looked up and said, "Damn."

Jane seconded the motion with a quiet, "No shit."

Emily more than agreed. She almost expected a haze of fog to be floating around them.

None of the women pushed the elevator button. They merely stood there, gazing at the male figures. Even from a distance, Emily could see that they sported crisp white shirts, long-tailed jackets, vests, and boots.

Suzanne said, "I wonder if they're supposed to be vampires."

Jane hadn't even blinked. "They don't look all that pale to me."

Suzanne keened out a little moan. "They're coming this way."

Emily stabbed the elevator button, hoping the men didn't make it in time.

No such luck.

They arrived on the scene, greeted the women with interest, and waited for the elevator, too. Each man was handsome in his own right, and although they stood about the same height with similar builds, they didn't look alike.

Except for their eyes.

Their irises were as black as midnight. Not that any fool couldn't tell that they were wearing colored contact lenses, but the opaque shade created a haunting effect.

And to make matters worse, the pairing of partners had already begun, starting with the man on the right, who zeroed in on Jane.

That prompted the slightly dazed writer to ask, "Who are you guys?"

He responded in a sleek and sexy way. "I'm Marcus, and I'm a demon." He motioned to his companions. "They are, too. We're all immortal."

Oh, Lord. As Jane introduced herself to Marcus, Emily whispered a prayer in her mind. This game wasn't the least bit amusing. She'd been taught to fear the devil's realm.

"What is a demon, exactly?" Suzanne asked, as the guy in the middle checked her out.

Marcus answered, "There are different breeds. Our breed descends from fallen angels. People sometimes think that all demons are fallen angels, but they're not."

As Emily shifted her feet, a different man, the one on the left, fixed his sights on her. He scanned the tops of her breasts, making his attraction to her known. She wanted to button her blouse more than ever.

He lifted his gaze, and they stared at each other. Chestnut hair fell across his forehead in wavy disarray and serious features lent him the intensity of a Renaissance man.

He said to her, "I'm Damien. And who might you be?"

"Em . . . Emily," she sputtered. She wasn't comfortable with his name. The kid in The Omen was called Damien, and he was the off spring of Satan.

But then this Damien smiled, flashing a one- sided dimple, and she was struck by how gently handsome it made him look. Almost like an angel.

A fallen angel, she reminded herself.

"It must be stuck," he said suddenly and reached past her to tap the elevator button.

She noticed that he did it with his left hand. Centuries ago, it was believed that left- handed people were servants of the devil. Those superstitions had changed, but that did little to temper her anxiety.

She was horribly, dangerously attracted to Damien.

Finally the elevator door opened, and everyone stepped inside. Damien used his left hand again to direct them to the lobby level, which was where the entrance of the club was located.

Emily glanced expectantly at her friends, hoping they would come to her rescue, but they were deep in the throes of demon fever, too.

# # #

As the elevator jerked and made its ascent, Suzanne couldn't take her eyes off of the hottie who'd singled her out.

Like her, he was blond, and he wore his hair short and wonderfully wild. The half-spiked, half-smoothed style put him at the top of his game, and so did those mysterious eyes. She couldn't stop staring at him.

"Why haven't I ever seen you here before?" he asked in a slightly southern voice. "Are you a new member?"

She made a small sweeping motion that included Jane and Emily. "We have passes. But just for tonight."

"So, you're a guest groupie? Then I'd better not waste any time."

He moved closer, and her pulse zinged straight to her pussy. When he pressed his mouth to her ear, she inhaled the citrus-and-spice scent of his skin.

"Have you ever done anything dirty in public?" he asked.

"No." Not until now. He was toying with the hem of her dress, lifting it just enough to make her breath rush out.

"Do you want to do bad things with me?" he whispered.

God, yes. She almost gave him permission to put his hand inside her panties.

Then she heard a throat clear. Emily, no doubt, reminding her that they weren't supposed to engage in any activity tonight. But Suzanne couldn't seem to help it.

Was she crazy? Letting this strange guy with the strange eyes seduce her in front of her friends?

She met his gaze, and he smiled. Emily's throat clearing hadn't bothered him a bit. Well, of course not, she told herself, or he wouldn't be pulling this naughty stunt.

"What's your name?" she asked him.

"Jacob Keller. But I prefer Jake. And you?"

"Suzanne Quinn. Sometimes my friends call me Susie Q."

"Like the song?"

He sang a few of the lyrics into her ear, and his southern rock tone slid sensuously over her skin. Like custard spiked with moonshine.

Damn but she wanted to kiss him. Apparently he had the same urge. He turned his head so their mouths could meet. As the kiss unfolded, he rubbed his pelvis against hers. But he did it gently, and the contrast of his strong male body, especially the hardness behind his zipper, made the kiss more erotic than it should have been. His mouth was slightly opened and so was hers, but there was no tongue.

No noise in the background, either. No shifting of feet, no deliberate throat clearings, no low-talking voices.

Was everyone else watching? Was Auntie Em embarrassed? Was Janiac intrigued? Were the other two men turned on, their cocks nudging their trousers?

By now Jake had both hands pressed against the elevator wall, caging Suzanne with his arms. He intensified the kiss, teasing her with his bad-boy game, running his tongue along the seam of her lips. She heard herself moan. Her panties were actually getting wet.

At that creamy moment, she didn't care why this man had such an openly lewd effect on her. All that mattered was keeping him close. She put her arms around his waist, making damn sure his pelvis remained fused to hers.

Thud!

The jerky motion of the elevator coming to a stop jarred her back to reality. She let go of Jake's waist. He flashed his devil-may-care smile and lowered his arms, freeing her from his cage.

Suzanne looked at her friends. Jane had her head tilted at an entranced angle, and Emily was staring at her as if she'd just sprouted horns and a forked tail.

Gosh, she thought, maybe she had. But instead of checking to see if she had new appendages, she glanced at Jake's buddies to get their reactions.

Damien had his hungry gaze fixed on Emily, and Marcus seemed unfazed by it all. Did that mean he was into even kinkier stuff ? That when he decided it was time to seduce Jane, hell would really break loose?

Everyone piled out of the elevator and stepped into a dimly lit lobby that showcased Victorian, medieval, and mystical furnishings, along with a fancy hotel- style desk.

On the other side of the Gothic- inspired room was a set of ornately carved double doors, closed tight. An imposing bouncer stood in front of them, and the hip- thrusting music that penetrated the wood was a telltale sign that the club was in full swing.

Suzanne turned her attention to the desk. Behind it was a busty blonde in a fuck-me outfit only the most experienced groupie would dare to wear. She looked up and smiled, greeting the men as if she'd had the pleasure of knowing each of them intimately. That didn't sit well with Suzanne. She was already getting territorial over Jake.

From one little elevator kiss?

She glanced over at him and caught him looking at her, too. That made her feel better, and she chastised herself for it. She didn't belong with him any more than Emily belonged with Damien or Jane with Marcus.

Yet here they were.

Jane removed the guest passes from her purse, and they presented them to the blonde in charge.

She said, "Have fun tonight, ladies." She turned and smiled at the men again. "You gentlemen take good care of them."

"We intend to," Marcus answered.

"Damn straight," Jake echoed.

"Absolutely," was Damien's reply.

And before they knew it, Suzanne and her friends were being escorted into a sex club.

Where anything could happen.