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New Release – Cupid Rocks

Hi everyone – Francesca Hawley here!

On December 21st, my shapeshifter erotic romance Leader of the Pack was released and now, another shapeshifter romance is on the way. Cupid Rocks  is a Valentine’s Day themed story featuring a guitar god and the chick who digs him.

Joe Blackwolf was inspired by Joe Perry. Hot. Talented. With the looks and sex appeal to drive women wild. Especially when he starts to play that guitar. But Joe…MY Joe…views Aerosmith's Joe Perry Holding Guitarhimself as a bit of a screw up. He comes from a family of classical musicians and his father, in particular, looks down on rock music. Joe has always wanted to please his father, but he went his own way and followed his heart and soul by playing rock music.

Mandy Goldwolf grew up in The Pack, her parents’ rock band. It’s a regional band with a strong following but they aren’t Aerosmith. They don’t play stadiums, they play bars and small festivals. The Pack, and its members, love to perform and the crowds love them right back. Mandy used to perform with the band, but had a traumatic experience when she was much younger. Forgetting the words during a competition caused her to freeze on stage and since then, she’s had morbid stage fright.

Joe and Mandy meet when The Pack comes to Whitewolf, Colorado to play a gig and the sparks fly. What follows is a celebration of birthdays, Valentine’s Day, and two disparate families trying to get along. The course for true love – and True Mates – doesn’t run smoothly but Joe and Mandy know that as long as they have each other, the world and their lives are better.

Here’s the story blurb:

Cupid Rocks

When her parents’ rock band, The Pack, performs at Zach’s bar, Mandy discovers her True Mate, Joe Blackwolf, the band’s lead singer and guitarist. All she has to do now is convince Joe that she told a little white lie to make her mom happy, her father that rock musicians aren’t all alike, and her new mate’s family that rockers aren’t all that different from classical musicians.

Joe Blackwolf is celebrating his 40th birthday. And what he wishes for when he blows out the candles is to find his True Mate. He succeeds when he meets Mandy Goldwolf. Problem is…she belongs to someone else. Finding out the truth leaves him free to explore every inch of her smokin’ hot curves, but now, Joe and Mandy are neck deep in overbearing relatives and everyone is in for a rockin’ Valentine’s Day!

 

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Excerpt:

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An Excerpt From: Cupid Rocks

Copyright © FRANCESCA HAWLEY, 2013

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

 

“Am I dead, Angel? Cause you look like you’re straight from heaven!”

“That has to be the worst line I’ve ever heard,” Mandy laughed, looking up into warm brown eyes. She shivered as he settled into the chair beside her.

“Maybe, but it made you laugh.” He took her hand. “Can I buy you a drink?”

Joe waved over a waiter and ordered for them without once releasing her hand. She could feel the rough calluses guitar playing had created on his fingers, but they turned her on. He turned her on.

This was Joe? “Good ole Joe” as Eddie called him. He was neither good nor old. No. He was gorgeous…and talented. Zach wasn’t kidding when he’d said this Blackwolf was a great guitarist and singer. For the first time since Carly bugged her, she wished with all her might she hadn’t lied about Zach being her mate. Zach might be handsome, but Joe made her throb in places that hadn’t throbbed in all of her thirty-five years.

“So what’s with the camera, Angel? Fan or reporter?”

Mandy looked down at her fingers clenched around her camera strap. If she told him who she was, he’d back off so fast she’d see skid marks on the floor. Just this once, she wanted to pretend she was someone else. Just tonight. She leaned forward pressing her lips against his ear.

“I’m more than a fan. I’m a groupie. Can’t you tell?” He shuddered, turning his head he met her gaze. The fire glowing in his eyes set her boiling. Yes. She had to have him. Now.

“A groupie? For just any rock musician?”

“No, Joe. I want you.”

“Fuck, yeah,” he growled, standing so abruptly his chair toppled over. No one nearby noticed as he dragged her to her feet. “Where?”

Mandy looked over toward the hallway leading to Zach’s office and smiled. They had a clear path. She pulled him after her and they ducked into the shadowy space. He pressed her to the wall and took her mouth in a deep kiss. Their mouths meshed together. Joe pulled back to nip at her lips, then ran his tongue along the inside edge of her lower lip. She caught his long dark hair in her fingers, holding his mouth to hers.

Fire. Heat. She’d never felt anything like this in her entire life. She moaned as his mouth slid to nuzzle her neck. Mandy wrapped her free arm around him, clutching his leather jacket. She lifted her right leg along his hip. He stepped into the opening she’d created, thrusting his hips against hers.

She shivered as his rough fingers slid along her leg and under her skirt. He slipped his fingers under her panties and cupped her ass. Grasping her, he pulled her more firmly against his hard cock. He reached up to her peasant top, untying the drawstring to bare her bra covered breast. His hot breath teased her neck and then his warm tongue grazed her skin as he licked his way over her curves

“Hey. Anyone seen Joe?” Mandy and Joe froze as she heard Eddie’s voice. He was close. Too close. She looked out of the entrance of the hall. She didn’t see him, but he was right there. She knew it. Mandy closed her eyes, fighting to keep her panting excitement from giving them away.

“I think I saw him with a hot chick earlier. I didn’t get a good look at her though. Just noticed she was his type.” Tom responded with a laugh.

Joe groaned in her ear, and kissed her cheek. She turned to look up at him. He was still on fire, she could see it but there was a definite question in his dark eyes? Stop or go?

She lowered her leg and he sighed, then she smiled and grabbed his hand. “This way,” she whispered.

Mandy knew there was an empty unlocked office back here and she wanted this wolf and she wanted him now. He chuckled as they moved into the darkness. She found the door on the right and turned the knob. Hearing the click, she pushed, wincing at the creak when the door stuck. He pushed her through and they shut the door behind them. Mandy flipped the light switch, blinking a bit to adjust to the table lamps that came on. She’d been expecting an overhead. They looked at each other and grinned.

Joe pulled her over to the empty desk and she climbed up onto it. He stroked her cheek. “You’re sure?”

“Yes. I don’t want to stop. Not now.”

 

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Releasing from Ellora’s Cave February 2013 – after all it’s a Valentine’s Day story.

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Francesca Hawley, author bio

Francesca Hawley

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I’m Francesca Hawley and I’m a fat chick. A woman with dangerous curves just like my heroines.

I first began to read romance when I was in my teens. I loved the genre, but the heroines were all thin. Their thighs didn’t rub together…had never rubbed together…and frankly I had trouble relating to these ladies. The stories were great—full of emotion and well told, but the heroines weren’t like me and that was a major disappointment.  I kept wondering where were the fat heroines? I found some occasionally, but to have their Happily Ever After they usually had to lose weight and go from ugly duckling to swan.

Well, I wanted a fat heroine who loved herself—or at least learned to love herself—and a hot alpha hero who liked her jiggly bits just the way they were. Since I didn’t find many big girls to read about, I decided  to write about them myself. After all, I loved to write anyway and had been writing almost as long as I’d been reading, so Francesca Hawley – author of Romance with Dangerous Curves was born.

In a Francesca Hawley romance, my readers will find authentic, sensual, fat heroines who love and are loved by their intense, passionate, and seductive Alpha heroes. I hope you enjoy their dangerous curves just as much as their hunky heroes do.

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Leader of the Pack – Adult Excerpt 2

Leader of the Pack by Francesca Hawley

Leader of the Pack by Francesca Hawley

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An Excerpt From: LEADER OF THE PACK

Copyright © FRANCESCA HAWLEY, 2012

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Per looked up from his coffee to see Yohana striding confidently across the room. Two steps behind her was the young waiter, looking dazed and horny. What the fuck? Per had been on edge ever since she left the table, envisioning her in the bathroom stall with her legs spread and himself on his knees on the floor, plowing into her. Now, here she was sashaying back to their table looking satisfied. He stood to hold out her chair. As Yohana stepped close to him, he was enveloped in the scent of her recent arousal…and orgasm. His bitch screwed someone else then walked back to the table as if nothing had happened. Fuck that! Per caught the worshipful gaze of the wet-behind-the-ears pup and growled.

The pup blinked and stammered, gulping in terror. “I’ll bring your check,” he squeaked.

“Like hell you will, you whelp. You just mounted my Mate. We’re going for a walk. Now.

The boy yipped, flying off for the kitchen at a run. Per was after him in a shot, ready to kill.

“Per!”

He ignored Yohana’s cry of command, looking back once, rage filling his vision. “I’ll handle this.”

The boy weaved between tables before slamming headlong into someone exiting the kitchen with a tray full of pasta dinners. Per caught the boy before he hit the floor, lifting him up by the collar of his shirt. A firm female hand grasped his wrist, while her arm encircled his waist.

Yohana pressed against his back to whisper in his ear, “I masturbated in the bathroom. The pup was nowhere near me. Let him go…” She sighed as he turned to look into her eyes. “Please, Per.”

He took a deep breath and nodded. The scent of his Mate wasn’t on the boy, so he released the whelp, watching as the boy ran hell for leather through the kitchen doors. Per closed his eyes, mortified at his stupidity. He had never claimed a female this publicly in his entire life, not even when he was in Sweden before his sire threw him out of their pack.

Yohana eased away from him, turning to a different man who had appeared. It was Stefano Blackwolf, the restaurant manager and son of the owner, Roberto. “I’m sorry, Stef. This is my fault. I’ll pay for the meals. Please allow me to buy the diners whatever else they would like to apologize for their wait.”

Per shook his head. “No. My fault. I’ll pay for it.”

Yohana frowned at Per. “I will pay. It’s my responsibility.”

Per’s blue eyes blazed, then he paused. “We’ll split it. Fair?”

Yohana patted his arm. “Yes. That’s fair.”

Per blushed as Stefano’s lips twitched, fighting to control his amusement. Per looked into Yohana’s eyes then started to chuckle, drawing giggles from her. She blushed, looking down at her toes. He reached over, lifting her chin with a fingertip, barely brushing her lips with his.

“Dessert, Yohana? Would you like some cannoli?”

“That sounds wonderful.”

“Two, Stefano?” Per inquired of the manager.

Stef nodded, directing the busboys to clean up the mess while he went to inform the waiting diners of the delay with their meals. Per set his hand at the small of her back, escorting her to their table. He seated her and reseated himself.

“I’m sorry for setting this mess in motion. I didn’t consider you might imagine me having sex with Marcello. He’s a baby.” Yohana took his hand, meeting his eyes.

Per clasped her hand before lifting it to his lips to kiss. He froze, taking a deep breath. She’d washed her hand, but he knew it had been inside her…recently. Per looked into her startled gray eyes, breathing deeply so she’d know he smelled her sex. He opened his mouth, engulfing her thumb, sucking and licking it. In spite of the soap, her taste lingered faintly on her skin, bringing his body rigidly to attention.

Yohana gasped, color rising in her cheeks as she licked her lips. He could see her pebbled nipples tight against the silk of her dress. This was no frigid bitch and he was in big, big trouble because his mind rejoiced to discover it. Per wanted to mount her now. He wanted to grab her, throw her facedown on the table, rip off her panties and sink into her to make her his while everyone in the room watched…then cheered. What scared him the most was the expression evident in her eyes. She wanted the same damn thing!

Leader of the Pack – Adult Excerpt 1

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An Excerpt From: LEADER OF THE PACK

Copyright © FRANCESCA HAWLEY, 2012

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Yohana Whitewolf paced Serena Goldwolf’s office, barely containing her irritation and impatience. Between the flu plague sweeping through most of Denver, and her pack’s pressure to provide an heir, Yohana was ready to kill something.

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She knew the only way to prevent the pack from splintering was to find a Mate and soon, so she stayed in the deserted office. Her sire had died only six months ago, leaving her with the task of consolidating her pack leadership. A Mate and a pup were distractions to the vital work she must do. Still, she needed to placate the pack or it would disintegrate. She couldn’t allow that to happen and had a duty to prevent it. Plus, she’d made a promise to Jeremiah—her father.

Yo restrained her annoyance because most of Serena’s staff at the shapeshifter match service Predator-Match.com was out with the flu, leaving them short-handed. The flu was sweeping through the Whitewolf pack too, so she could relate. Serena rushed into the room, flopping into her chair. Yohana smiled reluctantly at her longtime friend.

“I think I need roller skates today, Yo. I am so sorry I’ve kept you waiting. There are just two of us in the office and of course we couldn’t reach people to cancel.” Serena groaned.

“I don’t think your Mate would approve of a female in your condition on roller skates.” Yohana’s dry response elicited a laugh from Serena. Serena patted her baby bump.

“Maybe not, but I still could use some skates.”

Yohana sat, fondly remembering how she used to pupsit Serena years ago. They had remained friends and were like sisters in many ways because they were both only children and daughters of pack leaders.

The biggest difference between them, other than height, was that Serena had no interest in following her father as pack leader. She was happy being the Alpha female allowing her Alpha Male True Mate, Damien, to lead their burgeoning family. Leading the Whitewolf pack was all Yohana had ever wanted. She felt a deep commitment to guide and serve the members of her pack so they could all prosper. She couldn’t imagine doing anything else.

“You aren’t here for lunch, Yo.”

“How do you know?”

“Because you made an appointment with me. Are you finally going to let me put your profile together to help you hunt for a Mate?”

“I don’t want to hunt for a Mate. I need to find one.” Yo couldn’t stay in the chair any longer, so she rose to pace again.

Serena frowned. “Find one?” She pulled a pad of paper to her. “Okay, what’s going on and what do you want in a Mate?”

“My pack is what’s going on. They want a pack leader with a stable Mate and me pregnant as soon as possible.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, they’ve been rumbling about my cousin Dan taking over if I can’t do what’s necessary. I’m looking for a male wolf who won’t fight me for my pack.”

“Oh, Yo, I’m sorry.” Serena started to get up but Yohana waved her back.

If someone hugged her, she’d break down and start crying. Yo just didn’t have time to let her emotions overwhelm her right now. “I know. I appreciate your concern.”

“You want a Beta then?” Serena blinked tears from her eyes starting to type into her computer database.

“I do, but every pack member I’ve asked about this doesn’t. They want me Mated to an Alpha.” Serena’s raised her gaze and her mouth dropped open, prompting a wry laugh from Yohana. “Yes, I know. Finding an Alpha not interested in running a pack is as likely as finding a needle in a haystack, but find him we must. I want a male who has a commitment elsewhere.”

Elsewhere?

“I don’t mean another female.” Yo shuddered. “Worried or not, the pack would never accept a male with another relationship. I mean an obsession with his career or a hobby. Something other than my pack.”

“You aren’t making this easy.”

“Life is hard. Even harder than finding a Mate obsessed with something other than dominating a pack, I want a male who is tall enough to look me in the eyes, not the tits. I’m six feet tall, so I don’t want a short wolf. I’ve known some wonderful males who are short, but it won’t work for me to take one as a Mate. The Whitewolf pack will expect my Mate to be able to act as my enforcer if the need arises.”

“Some short males are extremely muscular and physical.”

“True. But when I date males who aren’t as tall as me, I seem to pick the ones who feel they need to prove something. I don’t choose well, which is why I’m here. I want a male with interests elsewhere and nothing to prove to anybody.”

“Every stipulation you add limits the pool.”

“I know, but I need to be Mated soon.”

“Why?”

“I’ll go into heat Friday or Saturday, and I want to get pregnant right away. It will ease the pressure if they know there is a new generation on the way.”

Serena shook her head. “Okay. What else? Let’s get everything out on the table.”

Yohana sighed as she paused by the window, crossing her arms over her ample bosom. Some females with her height looked like movie stars or fashion models, but Yo was built more along the lines of a linebacker. She was definitely her sire’s daughter. She glanced down. Correction, her sire’s daughter with her mother’s udders.

“He’s got to be able to Mate me. If I leave him cold, he won’t be able to impregnate me.” Yohana glanced at Serena. “I know I’m no beauty queen. My features are too strong to be considered pretty or beautiful, and I’m not built like a model. Don’t match me up with a male who wants a gorgeous female to grace his bed.”

“Someone who’ll lie back and think of Whitewolf?” Serena teased.

“Something like that. In fact, if he wants a limited Mating, I’d accept it. My pack will be happy if I make the effort and produce a pup. Once those criteria are complete, any male I Mate can be free.”

“Yo, you are a good person and you deserve more than that.”

“Maybe, but not now. Later.”

“What about a True Mate?”

“Lord, no! I’m not looking for a True Mate. My attention will be on the pack and my pup. I’m not going to have time for some male who wants to bond and share with me,” she shivered.

“I used to think it would be awful, but I was wrong. You might be wrong too.”

“Unlikely. Right now I don’t have time to hold out for the ideal. I need Mr. Right-Now. Not Mr. Right.”

“I’ll see if I can find him for you. Any clan preferences?”

Leader of the Pack by Francesca Hawley

Leader of the Pack by Francesca Hawley

“Whitewolf or Goldwolf…Redwolf at the outside since a Redwolf pack lives near us too,” she frowned. “Our entire pack is fair. It would disturb them to have a dark-haired heir. Still, I’ll take what I can get.”

“Noted. Do you want your Mate to live in Whitewolf or here in the city?”

“He can maintain an apartment here in Denver if needed, and just come home at the weekend after he’s planted a pup.”

Serena opened her mouth to say something more, she stopped and slowly nodded.

Yohana could tell her friend disapproved but was restraining herself because of the situation. She walked over to Serena, setting a hand on her wrist. “Serena, I know this is unpleasant, but I don’t have any options right now. My pack needs this from me.”

“They expect a horrible sacrifice and it isn’t fair.”

“Being a pack leader demands sacrifices, and since when has life been fair?” Yohana sat down in the chair.

Serena shook her head, finally lifting her blazing green eyes. “You are a special female and you should be appreciated, not pressured.”

Yo smiled sadly. “Is that what you think they’re doing?”

“Yes.”

“You are judging them by your view of your own father Drew. But, Serena, all they really want is stability and safety. If having a pup will give them that, I can’t deny them.”

Serena shook her head.

“I need them to relax so I can… With Father so recently gone…” Her throat closed and she covered her eyes, fighting tears. She shook her head looking up at her friend. “Find me a Mate. Please.”

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Leader of the Pack – book trailer

Book trailer for Leader of the Pack by Francesca Hawley.
Book released Dec. 21, 2012 by Ellora’s Cave Publishing.
Video created by Lex Valentine and Winterheart Designs.

Grandma’s Sugar Cookies

I want to share a recipe that I consider comfort food in a major way. My Grandma Ruby (Dad’s mom) was a phenomenal cook. A virtuoso (or is that virtuosa) in the kitchen. Here is one of her best recipes for a crispy sugar cookie.

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Grandma’s Sugar Cookies
Ingredients:
1 c. crisco (or other vegetable) oil
1 c. margarine
2 c. sugar
2 eggs
2 t. baking soda
2 t. cream of tartar
2 t. vanilla (or to taste)
dash salt
5 c. flour
Preparation:
Cream oil, margarine, and sugar until light and fluffy. Add eggs. Mix. Add vanilla, soda, cream of tartar, and salt. Slowly mix in the 5 c. of flour until dough is stiff. Chill in refrigerator for at least one hour – longer is better. Check consistency of dough – if it is too dry add another egg, oil, and/or margarine. Dough should stick together in a large ball and be a bit moist.
(Do this part with your hands) Roll balls of dough so you create small balls approximately 1 inch in diameter. Place on ungreased cookie sheet. Press balls flat with sugared glass.
Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit. Bake cookies for 10-15 minutes until cookie is lightly/golden brown. Keep an eye on these if your oven runs hot.
NOTE: If you’ve never flattened cookies before, I find a glass (an actual GLASS cup works best – doesn’t stick). I run the glass over the bowl of dough then sugar the bottom of the glass. I press a cookie flat, then resugar. You can use colored sugars, flavored sugars or whatever makes you happy. I recommend cinnamon sugar – tasty.
Word of warning. The biggest trick to getting cookies baked and shared with others is to NOT eat the uncooked cookie dough – and I know I shouldn’t because of the raw eggs but it’s still really tempting. Enjoy these crispy cookies.

Romance with Dangerous Curves by Francesca Hawley

mae-west-picture-1Cultivate your curves – they may be dangerous but they won’t be avoided.  -Mae West

I’ve been a reader since I was a kid and discovered romance novels when I was in my twenties. Needless to say, that was quite some time ago. What I remember about those romances, other than how much I enjoyed them, was that each and every heroine was slender. The hero could usually span her waist with his hands. Who has a waist like that? Seriously? I never did. Not even when I was in third grade. So while I enjoyed the emotions and the love story, I was disappointed that none of the heroines looked like me.

On the rare occasions that a heroine was “chunky”, she either lost weight to get her handsome prince or she shed her dumpy clothes and was miraculously thin. Can you say disappointment? I knew you could. That kind of a plotline was a real let down. I was dismayed that the author had not allowed her plus-size heroine find her happily ever after and frustrated that the publishing industry wouldn’t or couldn’t deviate from the cultural norms of the 1960s and 1970s that said you had to look like Twiggy and not Mama Cass. Now, I’m sure Twiggy is a very nice lady but I will never look like her.

So when I began to write seriously, I asked myself, “Where are the heroines who look like me?” All readers want to see themselves reflected in the heroine and I think this is especially true of romance readers. I know that’s what I wanted. So I decided to write a heroine who had curves. Not little curves. But big ones. Dangerous ones.  The kind that so many women in our society have. Plus-size curves. And since I’ve been published, every heroine I’ve written has been plus-sized. It may not say that explicitly anywhere. She may look thin in the cover art, but my heroines are big girls and that’s what I see when I’m writing and I like my heroines that way.

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The curve is more powerful than the sword. -Mae West

My initial intent was just to show that regardless of her size, a woman is valuable and deserves her happy ending and she shouldn’t have to diet herself skinny to get it. Now, I’m not saying my heroines are all thrilled about being big. Some of them have a negative self-image and they struggle with their size. They may be okay with themselves most of the time, but when it’s time to get naked with a hot guy insecurity rears its head. That’s true of all women regardless of size, isn’t it? We all seem to only see our faults. But the hero I write thinks my heroine is hot. He sees those flaws the heroine obsesses over as an asset. She has a big ass? Yum. Curves on her body? Give him more. He digs curves. He loves the woman inside the curves, but he thinks she’s sexy even if she’s unsure about her allure. And sometimes that enhances her confidence in herself and her beauty because when we see ourselves through the eyes of love, we’re stronger for the change of view.

That’s a theme that crops up in my new release, Leader of the Pack. Yohana is more handsome than beautiful. She’s powerful physically but fears that males will not only find her intimidating, but be turned off by her big breasts and curves. Per sees Yohana with different eyes. He sees sensuality and beauty and he wants her from the moment they meet. Eventually, he convinces her and the methods he uses are enjoyable for them both.

Shapeshifter Hook-ups – Matchmaker…Matchmaker

34723086Imagine you’re a shapeshifter. Fun, huh? Well, imagine trying to find a date if you’re a shapeshifter surrounded by humans. Not so fun. Serena Goldwolf recognized that and started a matchmaking service for her fellow shapeshifters called Predator-Match.com . Initially, she offered just personal services where people stopped into her business for professional help, but then she saw the opportunity to create a match web site just for shapeshifters. Her service and web site is called Predator-Match.com. I featured Serena and Damien’s story in Alpha vs. Alpha, my new release Leader of the Pack is a sequel.

To humans, the web site looks like a way to match zoo animals for breeding services. Once a verified shapeshifter logs in however, the site is very different. It’s possible to see photos of both the animal and human selves of the individual. Shifters can post a profile and find a Chosen Mate, a heat buddy, or someone – regardless of species -  to have some fun with. Serena still offers her personal assistance to customers who are willing to pay for help.

Yohana Whitewolf is one of those shapeshifters. Yo has known Serena since they were young and for the longest time has avoided Serena’s enticements to use the service, but now Yohana feels she has no choice. Her sire has recently passed away and Yohana has taken over the Whitewolf pack. So far, so good. But she is unmated and has no pups. Her pack is worried about that. Her cousin is pushing the issue because he believes he would be a better packleader than Yohana – unfortunately, he has backers. So Yohana decides to make a sacrifice. She visits Serena and asks for her help to find a Mate in order to placate her pack.34723236

Dr. Per Goldwolf is up for partner at his medical practice, so he told his boss a lie. The head of the practice believes partners should have strong family values. To do that, they really need to have a family. Per is single but he told his boss he is shortly to become engaged. Now his bluff is called and he’d better produce a fiancée or look for another practice where he can hang his shingle. He seeks out Serena for discreet assistance. Serena realizes these two are perfect for each other so she sets up a meet and sits back to wait for the inevitable…her invitation to a Mate reception.

What is Plus-Size?

dreamstime_13218970I’m Francesca Hawley and I write plus-size heroines. Always have. Always will. That’s what “Romance with Dangerous Curves” actually means to me. It means a big girl. A girl with curves.

In modern parlance, plus-size seems to mean anyone who isn’t a size 0-2 or 4. By modern standards, Marilyn Monroe is plus size. That just seems whacked out to me. Marilyn was a round, healthy girl. But times have changed, and not always for the better.

The modeling world classifies models who are size 12 and above to be full figure models. I personally think that’s crazy but the modeling industry worships a size 0, so I suppose I shouldn’t expect anything different there. Sad but true.

My view is that any woman size 16 and over regardless of how the weight was distributed is a plus-size woman.

That’s what I have in mind when I write my heroines. Tall or short – it doesn’t matter. They are size 16 (US) or above. I haven’t written any really large heroines, but I should. Women deserve love regardless of size and we aren’t just a number…we’re people. With hearts and minds and souls who yearn for happiness and partnership.

Beauty comes in all sizes. Love comes in all sizes. And I just want to write about women who look like me who get their happily ever after with the partner of their dreams. I also like to write about heroes who love those curves. Men who like big butts. Full breasts. Who dig a woman’s jiggly bits. Who see dangerous curves and want to explore every inch of them…more than once.

So what the hell is plus-size? And what qualifies as a plus-size romance? I really want to know. Does the story have to focus on the woman’s weight to be a plus-size romance? Or is it enough that the heroine is plus-size? Will that make the story a plus-size romance?

Oh, and would you want to see a plus size woman (like one of the ladies above) on the cover of your romance? I’ve had that fight too. Various folks telling me that if you put a big girl on the cover the book won’t sell. What do you think?

Leader of the Pack – Adult Excerpt – Per makes a mistake…

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An Excerpt From: LEADER OF THE PACK

Copyright © FRANCESCA HAWLEY, 2012

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Per looked up from his coffee to see Yohana striding confidently across the room. Two steps behind her was the young waiter, looking dazed and horny. What the fuck? Per had been on edge ever since she left the table, envisioning her in the bathroom stall with her legs spread and himself on his knees on the floor, plowing into her. Now, here she was sashaying back to their table looking satisfied. He stood to hold out her chair. As

Leader of the Pack by Francesca Hawley

Leader of the Pack by Francesca Hawley

Yohana stepped close to him, he was enveloped in the scent of her recent arousal…and orgasm. His bitch screwed someone else then walked back to the table as if nothing had happened. Fuck that! Per caught the worshipful gaze of the wet-behind-the-ears pup and growled.

The pup blinked and stammered, gulping in terror. “I’ll bring your check,” he squeaked.

“Like hell you will, you whelp. You just mounted my Mate. We’re going for a walk. Now.           

The boy yipped, flying off for the kitchen at a run. Per was after him in a shot, ready to kill.

“Per!”

He ignored Yohana’s cry of command, looking back once, rage filling his vision. “I’ll handle this.”

The boy weaved between tables before slamming headlong into someone exiting the kitchen with a tray full of pasta dinners. Per caught

the boy before he hit the floor, lifting him up by the collar of his shirt. A firm female hand grasped his wrist, while her arm encircled his waist.

Yohana pressed against his back to whisper in his ear, “I masturbated in the bathroom. The pup was nowhere near me. Let him go…” She sighed as he turned to look into her eyes. “Please, Per.”

He took a deep breath and nodded. The scent of his Mate wasn’t on the boy, so he released the whelp, watching as the boy ran hell for lea

ther through the kitchen doors. Per closed his eyes, mortified at his stupidity. He had never claimed a female this publicly in his entire life, not even when he was in Sweden before his sire threw him out of their pack.

Yohana eased away from him, turning to a different man who had appeared. It was Stefano Blackwolf, the restaurant manager and son of the owner, Roberto. “I’m sorry, Stef. This is my fault. I’ll pay for the meals. Please allow me to buy the diners whatever else they would like to apologize for their wait.”

Per shook his head. “No. My fault. I’ll pay for it.”

Yohana frowned at Per. “I will pay. It’s my responsibility.”

Per’s blue eyes blazed, then he paused. “We’ll split it. Fair?”

Yohana patted his arm. “Yes. That’s fair.”

Per blushed as Stefano’s lips twitched, fighting to control his amusement. Per looked into Yohana’s eyes then started to chuckle, drawing giggles from her. She blushed, looking down at her toes. He reached over, lifting her chin with a fingertip, barely brushing her lips with his.

“Dessert, Yohana? Would you like some cannoli?”

“That sounds wonderful.”

“Two, Stefano?” Per inquired of the manager.

Stef nodded, directing the busboys to clean up the mess while he went to inform the waiting diners of the delay with their meals. Per s

et his hand at the small of her back, escorting her to their table. He seated her and reseated himself.

“I’m sorry for setting this mess in motion. I didn’t consider you might imagine me having sex with Marcello. He’s a baby.” Yohana took his hand, meeting his eyes.

Per clasped her hand before lifting it to his lips to kiss. He froze, taking a deep breath. She’d washed her hand, but he knew it had been inside her…recently. Per looked into her startled gray eyes, breathing deeply so she’d know he smelled her sex. He opened his mouth, engulfing her thumb, sucking and licking it. In spite of the soap, her taste lingered faintly on her skin, bringing his body rigidly to attention.

Yohana gasped, color rising in her cheeks as she licked her lips. He could see her pebbled nipples tight against the silk of her dress. This was no frigid bitch and he was in big, big trouble because his mind rejoiced to discover it. Per wanted to mount her now. He wanted to grab her, throw her facedown on the table, rip off her panties and sink into her to make her his while everyone in the room watched…then cheered. What scared him the most was the expression evident in her eyes. She wanted the same damn thing!

 

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