Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Welcome back everyone!!! Are you ready for some more fun?? I sure am!! 
I wonder what Shannon Leigh has planned for us today...hmmmm?? Well there's no better time to find out than NOW!!! 

**Robin scrolls down to take a peek**


Ahhhh! My favorite!! A little one on one time with Cray and Cassandra, characters from... 
                 "Lycan Lore"
     Being the tag-along on a camping trip with Heather and Graham is not what Cassandra has in mind for her long weekend. When a tall, dark stranger with staggering green eyes shows up to lend a hand with her tent assembly from Hell, however, she has to rethink her predicament. Despite the mixture of excitement and apprehension he incites with his soul-startling stare, the possibility that she’s just found her brawny Tarzan in the depths of Redwood National Park suddenly doesn’t seem so absurd.
     Cray feels an equally potent draw to the fiery redhead with the soft hazel eyes, attractive features, and tempting shape. Despite his resolve, she provokes a primordial calling he’s long sought to contain. He wants this female, he can’t deny, but he knows giving in to such unabashed urges can lead to disaster, and he refuses to sentence this woman to his own horrid fate.
     But just as powerful as Cray’s attraction is his unexpected surge of protectiveness. There’s something about Cassandra’s male friend that needles his suspicion. Graham invokes Cray’s predatory sense of dominance, and that doesn’t bode well. If his instincts are correct, Cray knows Graham is more than he appears and Cassandra’s life is in danger...


Shannon Leigh:      
“Good afternoon everyone. Glad you could make it. Joining me today is a couple of the Characters from Lycan Lore, Cassandra and Cray.” She turns toward the pretty young Woman with soft hazel eyes and fiery red hair that hangs in soft waves about her shoulders. “Let’s start with Cassandra. Tell us how you ended up in Prairie Creek Park.”

Cassandra:   
“My best friend Heather thought it’d be the perfect place for me to meet a guy.” She
rolls her eyes. “Of course, she was right, but not quite in the manner she’d intended.
For the most part, the only men I saw were either sporting a spare tire around their midriff, or a female counterpart and a succession of kids. Not exactly the Tarzan I had
in mind.”

Shannon Leigh:      
Chuckles as Cassandra’s sarcasm. “So how did you finally meet Cray?” She casts a quick glance at him, her gaze taking in his muscled frame from the bottom of his large, weathered brown work-boots to the dark locks of chocolate-colored hair feathering his brow.

Cassandra:   
“Cray was gracious enough to save me from my tent disaster,” she explains, interrupting Shannon’s wandering thoughts. “I’d just about given up, resigning myself to sleeping on the ground on my blowup mattress and pink camouflaged sleeping bag, despite the fact I’d be a smorgasbord for the mosquitoes.”

Shannon Leigh:      
“So he stepped in and rescued the damsel in distress, looks like you discovered a Tarzan after all. Let’s move on to Cray. I’m going to skip all the small talk and get to the nitty-gritty. You’re a werewolf, is that correct?”

His striking green eyes bore into hers, causing her to catch her breath. The stark hue of Spring leaves, they didn’t look real, rather, ethereal. Surely Mother Nature herself had gifted him with those eyes, Or perhaps the devil had granted that soul-startling stare, for there was certainly something feral within those neon depths that made her heart
pound with a mixture of excitement and fear. She feels a flutter in the pit of her stomach as she returns his gaze, taking in all the striking details of his handsome face:
the day’s worth of near black stubble covering his square chin and sharp jaw, and the appealing tilt to his firm mouth.

Cray:           
Shrugs. “I suppose I am.”

Shannon Leigh:      
Regains her composure. “But you’re not just any werewolf, are you, you’re a hunter. Can you enlighten us on what you do?”

Cray: 
“I hunt and kill my own kind,” he replies bluntly.

Shannon Leigh:      
Cringes. “Seems a little hypocritical, don’t you think?”

Cray: 
“Does it? Only lycans born into their fate can control their feral urges, their change. Those who are made are nothing more than vicious killers. They can’t control their bloodlust and the moon dictates their physical shift.”

Shannon Leigh:      
“So you’re a protector of humanity, despite your own lycan heritage. It must be very difficult for you.”

Cray: 
Shrugs again. “I can’t say it’s something you get used to, I don’t like my job, but someone has to do it.”

Shannon Leigh:      
“Cassandra, what do you think about all this?”

Cassandra:   
Laughs. “I never believed in werewolves or vampires, or anything paranormal.”

Shannon Leigh:      
Interrupts Cassandra. “You’re saying there’s vampires, too?”

Cray: 
Chuckles as though amused by her naivet√©. “There’s a whole lot of things most humans aren’t aware of. Lucky for you, there’s guys like me trying to keep it that way.”

Shannon Leigh:      
“You said you can change at will, right? Would you…change for the audience?”

Cray: 
 Gives her a wolfish smile. “Maybe at the end of the interview.”

Shannon Leigh:      
“Let’s get back to Cassandra. You were talking about your feelings on all of this.”

Cassandra:   
“I did a study in college on Therianthropy, the mental transformation of a human into some sort of animal form where the subject displays characteristics of both—boy was that a wasted $500 bucks! Anyway, what I learned was that lycanthropes were people who believed they were werewolves. They would carry on like the animal they thought they were—crawling about on their hands and feet, snarling, growling, clawing at the air, even eating raw meat—but none displayed any physical change. In those studies, all subjects were diagnosed with schizophrenia.”

Shannon Leigh:      
“But Cray has just confirmed that he’s an actual werewolf. Were those studies wrong?”

Cray: 
“No, they were right, those people were nuts.”

Shannon Leigh:      
“Then how do you explain your claim?”

Cray: 
“They weren’t studying the real thing.”

Shannon Leigh:
Starts to feel like Cray and Cassandra are pulling her leg. She’d believe Cray was a werewolf when saw it. Until then, she’d just play along.
         
“So Cassandra, you’re dilemma now is that you have a rabid wolf after you, is that correct?”

Cassandra:   
Nods, her expression somber. “Unfortunately, yes.”

Shannon Leigh:      
“But you have this strapping werewolf hunter to protect you. That must make you feel safe.”

Cassandra:   
Smiles at Cray, her eyes full of warmth and love. “Yes. I do.”

Shannon Leigh:      
“Why won’t this other lycan stop hunting you? You’d think he’d be afraid of Cray. Afterall, he does hunt and kill feral wolves, right?”

Cray: 
“Once a wolf scents its prey, it won’t stop until it makes the kill. That’s why they have to be killed.”

Shannon Leigh:      
“But you’re different, aren’t you.”

Cray: 
“I was born a lycan; I can control my bloodlust, though, it takes time and constant practice.”

He green eyes take on a faint glow, a look of hunger in their smoldering depths.

Shannon Leigh:      
Swallows against the sudden dryness in her throat. “How long have you been alive, Cray?”

Cray: 
Grins. “Longer than I care to admit.”

Shannon Leigh:      
Smiles in return. “I think that pretty much wraps up this interview. Cassandra, I wish you the best of luck and hopefully your hunter will do a good job. Cray, I think the audience would like a demonstration, I know I would.”

Cray: 
“If you insist. But don’t freak out.  It’s not something most people see and live to tell about it.”


Shannon Leigh:      
Shannon Leigh nods and leans forward in her chair, anxious to see this for herself. Cray stands and begins removing his boots. His blue and red plaid shirt and white tank are the next to go. A nest of dark curls cover his massive chest. She has the strange urge to run her hands along his bulging pecs and taut abs. He reaches for the button on his worn jeans and she’s suddenly grateful her show is rated mature. Yanking off his
pants, he’s left standing before her, completely nude.
She feels desire claw at her insides as she takes in his full, luscious form. “Is that really…necessary,” she squeaks, unable to tear her gaze from his semi-erect cock. She longs to tangle her fingers in the dark wiry curls shrouding his rod.

Cray: 
“I like those jeans,” he replies, as though standing nude before an audience doesn’t phase him at all.

Cassandra:
Giggles, obviously finding humor in Shannon’s unease.

Shannon Leigh:      
“Well then,” she says, clearing her throat once again, this time to swallow her own drool. “Let’s get this demonstration going, shall we?”

Cray:
With a nod of his head, he holds his arms out to his side. Dropping his head back, he lets out a ferocious bellow as his body begins to morph. Shannon Leigh holds back a scream as bones crack and muscles swell. His gorgeous form quickly changes into something she’s only read about in fiction books or seen on a movie screen. No longer human, his hunkered form resembles more of a strange mix of dog and beast. Her gaze rivets on the razor sharp teeth lining his massive jaw. Gulping with terror, she leaps from her seat and backs several feet away.

Shannon Leigh:      
Holds her hands out before her as Cray—now a hideous creature that will surely haunt her sleep for years to come—takes a step toward her, his black lips pulled back in a snarl-like smile. “I think you’ve provided an adequate demonstration, Cray. I’d like for you to return to your human form now. If you don’t mind.”


Cray:
With an acquiescent nod, the creature quickly transform into his prior, handsome self. Once again in his human form, Cray picks up his discarded clothes and begins putting them back on. Redressed, he drops into his chair and smiles.     
“Believe me now?” he asks with a sardonic grin.

Shannon Leigh:      
Despite her trembling limbs, manages to retake her seat. “Y…yes,” she stammers, hating the quiver in her voice. Can’t animals sense fear? She turns to her audience, wondering if they’re as shaken up as her. “One things for certain, this was an experience none of us will soon forget. Thanks for joining us folks, sleep tight. Don’t let the um…werewolves bite.”

Title: Lycan Lore
Author: Shannon Leigh
Author Website: http://shannonleigh.org
ISBN #: 978-1-60272-137-1
Genre: Short Paranormal Erotica/Dark Fantasy/Werewolf
Publisher: Amber Quill Press

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