Interview & Giveaway: "Primal Song" by Danica Avet

I know you get asked this question over and over but can you tell us a little about yourself? Maybe something juicy. ;)

LOL, I was born and raised in south Louisiana. I’m surrounded by hot weather, sweaty, dirty men (sometimes that’s actually a good thing), and good food I have trouble turning away from. I have what might be considered an unhealthy interest in sexy men, but I’m an erotic romance writer. I think of it as a danger of the trade ;)

When did you first start writing? Are you a full time author or do you do it on the side?

 I write on the side. Unfortunately. Oh, I dream about the day when I’ll be awakened by my ripped house boy with a cup of hot chocolate and a great big kiss. Ahem. But that’s a looong way off. I started writing seriously in 2008, struggled down the road to publication until 2011 and I haven’t looked back J

Do you have a author that has really inspired you?

I’m an avid reader. I think to be an author you have to be. I have several favorite authors, but there are four I practically salivate when it comes to their new books. Kresley Cole, J.R. Ward, Shelly Laurenston, and Laurann Dohner have all had a part in shaping me as a writer.

How long does it normally take you to write an average book or your last book?

Primal Song took me about a month to write. It isn’t always like that though. Sometimes I struggle with a story, or rather struggle with my characters. They’re so hard-headed! LOL But I’d say depending on the length of a story, it could take me anywhere from a month to two months.

What do you think makes a story great?

I’m all about the characters and the chemistry between them. I like to take a situation and throw my characters in it and let them figure it out for themselves. 

Can you describe your book "Primal Song" in one sentence?

OMG, seriously? Um...Sexy rock star meets small town deputy and the sparks fly.

Now can you tell us a little more about “Primal Song”?

Primal Song is one of those stories that sort of snuck up on me. Ram is the quintessential rock star. He’s done it all more than once and thinks nothing can faze him. But then he finds himself performing at a small town festival where he sees a grizzly bear shifting deputy who makes him hotter than a two hour performance. Daisy has had a bad experience with a lion shifter and tries not to be impressed (or turned-on) by Ram. Except this king of the jungle has a bear in his sites and he’s not about to let this woman get away.

Have you done lots of research for your books or do the stories just come to you?

Most of the time, my books start from a single conversation I hear in my head. That doesn’t make me crazy. I think. From a single line, I’ll figure out who the characters are. Once that’s done, I either research their professions and then come up with a way to throw them together. After that, it’s on!

What are you currently working on?

I’m actually working on the third story in the Cajun Heat series. I don’t want to give too much information since right now I have two sets of heroes and heroines pushing for their stories to be written. It’s a tossup who’ll win J

Can you tell us about some of your prior achievements?

I’ve been nominated for Erotic Paranormal Romance of 2011 for two of the books in my Veil series. These were my very first books and they’ll always hold a special place in my heart.

Is there anything that I didn't cover that you would like to talk about or say to your potential readers?

I think you got it all! I’d like to thank everyone for taking the time to learn more about me and my newest series. Writing is fun, but it doesn’t mean anything without readers. Viva la readers! J

Just for fun:

Hardback or Paperback?

Paperback

Dog ears or Bookmarks?

Dog ears

YA novels or Adult novels?

Adult

Library or Bookstore?

Bookstore

Reading glasses or No glasses?

No glasses although I’ve always thought I’d look cute with them

Snack while reading or No snacks?

No snacks

Beach or Mountain?

I’ve never seen a mountain and I look bad in a bathing suit, so Mountain! ;)

Vampire or Werewolf?

Werewolf all the way.

Hot or Flirty?

The hotter the better

Movie 1st or Book 1st?

Book always

Contemporary or Historical?

Historical (I have a degree in History)

Page-Turner or Tear Jerker?

Page-turner since I hate crying. Hate. It. Of course, that doesn’t stop me from doing it with some of the books I’ve read.

Title:  Primal Song

Author:  Danica Avet

Publisher:  Ellora’s Cave

Length:  139 pages

Sub-Genres: Paranormal, Shifter

BLURB:

Deputy Daisy Picou is not impressed when Ram Reinhardt prowls into town all rock star swagger and big cat ego. She’s been burned by a lion before and has no intention of playing the fool twice. But with one scorching glance the mating frenzy ignites and passion trumps reason. An intense first encounter levels Daisy’s reservations—and most of her living room. And she’s not so sure she minds.

Ram Reinhardt has burned through and brushed aside just about every adrenaline-inducing thrill life’s thrown at him. But Daisy sets the gold standard for a premium rush. Her combative personality should turn him off, but every time they fight they end up in bed, or on the floor, or against a wall—and the sex is always more combustible than the time before. And he’s not about to give that up. Ever.

Something banged on the front porch of the house, rousing her from her self-pity. It wasn’t a stealthy sound, but more like someone was trying to figure out how to get inside and didn’t care if anyone heard them.

Daisy pulled her service pistol out of the belt she’d left coiled on her nightstand. Some women kept lotions and sleeping masks or even books on their nightstands. Daisy left her gun and enough ammo to start a small war.

She climbed out of bed and toyed with the idea of getting dressed before she went to check on the noise, but another scraping sound prodded her into moving. She did throw a robe over her naked body and loosely tied it, not wanting to wave her girl parts at a potential burglar. Slipping through her house on silent feet, she wondered if one of the strangers in town had decided to try their luck at burglarizing a few houses. It was rare, but it did happen.

Adrenaline and a tinge of fear washed through her as she made her way in the direction of the sound. Those were definitely scraping, scratching sounds, as if someone was using a lock pick to open the door. Heart pounding in her chest, she eased to the window beside the front door and peeked out. And blinked.

There was a lion on her porch. A huge friggin’ beast with a thick, dark mane and the kind of fangs that belonged on the Discovery Channel. He had one paw on her front door and she watched in stunned disbelief as he tried picking her lock with one carefully extended claw.

The only lion shifter she was aware of in the area was the musician, but it made no sense for him to be here. What was he planning to do? Break in her house and sing at her? She bit back a snort. She wasn’t afraid of any big cat. Being a bear had its benefits, mainly that she outweighed most males in her animal form, but her bear wasn’t even fazed by this unexpected visit. In fact, it wanted to come out right now, not to attack, but to play. It thought the idea of a lion trying to break into their territory a great way to end the evening. Daisy sniffed deeply, drawing the scent of cat through the door and knew it was the musician. Beneath that wild, musky cat scent was a hint of the same male she’d been trying not to think about since she left the fairgrounds.

Shit. What was he doing here? She breathed deep again, trying to figure out his frame of mind. Was he pissed that she left the performance? She almost snorted at the thought. That would take listener satisfaction a little too far. But he smelled hot and agitated. Her head swam as something else filtered through her senses, making her body feel sluggish again.

Her lower body throbbed with want, her nipples tightened into near-painful points. She was getting turned-on. Seriously turned-on because she could feel dampness on her thighs as her moisture seeped from her channel.

He growled. The low, deep rumble sent a bolt of excitement straight to her clit and she gasped.

She reached for the door, not sure if she planned to tell him to get away, or invite him in. She wanted more than she ever had before, but he wasn’t what she needed, right? Only an idiot would open the door to a male who would use her and leave her. Apparently her horniness dropped her IQ by several points because she undid the lock and turned the knob.

But she’d waited too long and the lion had gotten tired of trying to pick the lock. The instant Daisy swung open the door, two paws landed on her chest, taking her to the floor.

The gun bounced out of her hand, sliding across the tile where it bumped up against the leg of a table. Five hundred pounds of big cat was a lot and it took a few minutes for Daisy to get her wind back. She wanted to curse when she did. If he was a serial stalker or something, she’d just lost her weapon and given him the dominant position. She was a fucking genius.

Hot, panting breath that carried the unmistakable scent of alcohol wafted over her face. Squinting against the hurricane of air, she saw the lion staring down at her with serious, yet slightly unfocused amber eyes.

“Get off of me,” she said calmly, even if part of her wanted to demand he shift and fuck her. Now.

He didn’t go away. In fact, he put his big paws to either side of her shoulders, effectively caging her in between his limbs. Her heart thundered as he lowered his head. Just when she thought he was ready to shift and take care of the need burning through her, he licked from her chin to her forehead, his rough tongue abrading her skin.

“Ew! That’s disgusting!” This was not what her pussy had hoped for when she opened the door.

She tried to roll away from him, but he caught her shoulder with his paw and ran his velvety muzzle along her cheek. The rumbling purr that vibrated from his chest rattled her bones. The coarse hair of his mane tickled her face and neck as he continued rubbing against her like a giant kitten.

His tongue snuck out, lapping at the side of her neck. It was one of her sensitive spots and she jumped with a giggle. Shit. She was supposed to be some badass cop and she was letting some strange cat tickle her.

“Stop it,” she ordered in a quivery voice he paid no mind to.

With his scent surrounding her, Daisy’s body heated until it felt as if she’d burst into flames. Her heart thumped. Oh God, she’d just spent hours talking herself out of doing something stupid like throwing herself at him and now he was in her house licking her. She panted as he went for the hypersensitive spot behind her ear.

Instinct demanded she participate in this madness. She reached up to the warm body hovering over her. The instant she touched his velvety coat, his fur faded away leaving nothing but warm, golden skin behind. Paws became hands on either side of her and the mane disappeared, but the slightly rough texture of his tongue remained as he came down on top of her.

“Oh God,” Daisy gasped when he tested her skin with his teeth.

“Ram.”

She shook her head as the light coating of hair on his chest abraded her nipples, sending electric shocks straight to her aching core. “Huh?” she mumbled when his tongue danced over her collarbone.

“My name is Ram.”

“Uh-huh, do that again.”

His hot breath washed over her skin as he repeated the little love bite at the base of her throat. “I’d like to know your name in return,” he whispered against her skin.

Shivering from his erotic bite, Daisy whimpered her name. If he didn’t get this show on the road, she’d come without him and then she’d do as bears did and hibernate the rest of the night.

A big, hair-roughened knee slid between her thighs. Thighs that parted without any hesitation, making Daisy’s face burn with embarrassment. Was she so easy she’d just let some strange cat fuck her in the entryway of her home?

BUY LINKS:

Ellora’s Cave -  http://www.jasminejade.com/p-10237-primal-song.aspx

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Danica Avet was born and raised in the wilds of South Louisiana where mosquitoes are big enough to carry off small children and there are only two seasons: hot and hotter. With a BA in History, she figured there were enough fry cooks in the world and decided to try her hand at writing.

Danica is the lucky pet of a compulsively needy dog and two cats. The pitter-patter of little feet has been known to make her break out into a cold sweat.

Writing is how she gives the voices in her head a way out. When she isn’t writing, working or contemplating the complexities of the universe, she spends time gathering inspiration from her insane family, reads far more than any sane person would want to, and watches hot burly men chase an oblong ball all over a field.
 

 Author Links:

Email: danica.avet@gmail.com

Website: http://danicaavet.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/DanicaAvet

Twitter: www.twitter.com/@danicaavet

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