I’ll tell you something if you promise not to tell my cp, Brenna Aubrey. I don’t think she’d approve, so my confession can’t leave this blog.
Last night, when I should’ve been writing….I read Lair of the Lion by Christine Feehan instead. I realize that doesn’t sound terrible, but I’m on a strict 1,000 words a day (at least) schedule, and I can’t afford to lose any words, let alone a thousand of them. I really need to get this book done quickly. But when I sat down to write last night, I discovered my creative well was bone-dry. I couldn’t conjure up the energy to write for anything. So I did the next best thing. I read.
I only intended to read for a little while, fill-up the creative well, then get on with the writing. But Lair of the Lion swept me up and before I knew it, it was long past time to go to bed. Whoops. It had all the elements of a gripping romance—strong characters, mystery, action, and sizzling sex scenes.
I’m too lazy to summarize, so here is the blurb:
The Beast . . .
Rumor said the powerful Nicolai DeMarco could command the heavens, that the beasts below did his bidding . . . and that he was doomed to destroy the woman he took as wife. It was whispered he was not wholly human—as untamed as his tawny mane and slashing amber eyes.
Impoverished aristocrat Isabella Vernaducci would defy death itself to rescue her imprisoned brother. She’d even brave the haunted, accursed lair of the lion—the menacing palace of legendary, lethal Don Nicolai DeMarco.
Anyway, if you’re looking for something captivating to read, then pick it up. It was totally worth the 1,000 words I lost last night.