Hi everyone, Heres a spicy excerpt from my Amber Quill Press paranormal/comedy, BEAUTY & THE BIGFOOT. Its a quirky look at the legend of Bigfoot. Dont miss a SPECIAL LIMITED TIME BOOK SALE: 50% OFF BOOK SALE! Now thru Jan. 9 my paranormal comedy romance BEAUTY & THE BIGFOOTamberquill/store/p/839-Beauty-The-Bigfoot.aspx is on sale 50% off! Beauty & the Bigfoot Can true love exist between the species? Tara’s world is anything but normal. Her father is known as the resident crackpot – just because he’s on a personal mission to catch a Sasquatch. Despite all of the “Bigfoot evidence” cluttering their house, Tara never really believed in Bigfoot – until the day her father brought him home. She affectionately names her father’s prized catch ‘Joe’ and discovers there’s something oddly familiar – and erotic – about him. With a media circus descending on her father’s ranch and a showdown brewing with the local sheriff, Tara risks her life to save Joe. When Tara finally succumbs to her animalistic urges, she learns that Joe is not exactly who – or what – he seems. Joe is more than a Sasquatch – he’s her soul mate! The Excerpt: “Native nonsense! That’s your mother’s side of the family talking,” her father said, dismissing her with a wave of his hand. “The scientists will have their own name for him. Stay here and feed him some hot dogs.” He tossed the package of raw hot dogs to her. “I’m going inside to get the video camera.” Her father left her there, cradled in Bigfoot’s—Joe’s—arms. “So, what do you like to do for fun? I figure you’re an outdoorsy kinda of guy, huh?” Joe blinked at her a few times, and she smiled. “You know, Joe, if you weren’t so hairy, you’d be cute. Some women like the hairy caveman-type of guy. Me, not so much. But you sure are strong and muscular.” “Cheep, cheep, cheep.” Joe’s top lip peeled back into something that looked like a sneer. “Did you say something? Oh wow! That’s rich! Wait till my father hears this. You say your first words and he misses them! I’ve heard the screeching vocalizations you guys make before, but never—” Joe pressed her face against his chest, muffling her words. The chains rattled as he smoothed her loose hair with his left hand. She closed her eyes and inhaled Joe’s musky, yet sweet, scent. A moment later, the shed felt like it was spinning and fading. Her breathing slowed, and her nipples hardened under her T-shirt. A warm tingle spread through her, then she went limp in Joe’s arms. He’s turning me on. What the hell is happening here?
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