Today I have a special guest: author Em Petrova. She's here to talk about her sizzling new book, Hardworking
Heroes. Em, tell us how you got the idea for this book!
The
idea for my brand of romance was born when I realized I don’t know jack about a
man in a boardroom/penthouse/courtroom/or any other office. Most of the men in
my lives dig ditches for a living. Or they drive tractors.
That
old “write what you know” always comes to mind when I type my tagline:
“Hardworking heroes—in bed and out”. I know common men who work on engines,
with tools and animals, and in the woods and fields.
You
can say all my guys are rough around the edges—firemen, cowboys, loggers, and
all around country boys. Except Monroe.
Monroe
is a supernatural who consumes human thoughts as fuel. He travels a dark city
in a tricked-out Hummer and wears all black leather. His job? He works with his
hands—and his mind. He fixes things, builds them. But he can control objects
with his mind and could, say, fix your broken toaster with a flick of his mind.
What
woman wouldn’t need this kind of man in her bed? Read on for an excerpt from my
brand new Loose Id release, ZERO TO LOVE.
Zero to Love
by Em Petrova
Star-crossed lovers Magda and Monroe must overcome
racial differences and fight off the evil Free Wills to save the city and their
romance.
Excerpt:
“Magda.” He rolled onto one hip to stare
down at her. The upper bow of her lip distracted the hell out of him, and for a
solid sixty seconds, he couldn’t remember what he’d been about to say.
She flattened a palm on his chest, and it
all flooded back.
“Tell me more about your parents, about
Elijah and your childhood.”
“Can’t you see everything?” Her voice was
husky from her screams of bliss.
He traced her lower lip with his thumb.
Should he tell her? Or did she know? Finally he let out the breath he was
holding. They had come this far together. She was as good as his, even if he
couldn’t feed from her thoughts. While her emotions were delicious, he wanted
all of her.
Shaking his head, he said, “Not
everything. Your mind is… Magda, those Free Wills are after you for a reason.”
Shock flitted over her face, a dark shadow
of emotion he didn’t want to consume. But he did. He had to take it away from
her. It slid into his psyche, and he felt his mind grow more powerful. A few
more gulps of her, and he’d have enough strength for another cerebral boom.
Hopefully that wouldn’t be necessary.
She fisted a hand on his chest. “After me?”
He nodded, wanting more than anything to
look away, but she deserved better. “The reason your memory is full of
holes—spotty—is because you are their victim, baby. In your childhood, they
cleaned you out. Stole all your memories.”
“What?” Her voice was a ragged whisper.
“No one ever told you.” It wasn’t a
question. Her family was obviously shielding her from Mindchangers. That
thought catcher hadn’t been placed in her room because they liked what it added
to the decor.
She shook her head hard, and her red waves
tumbled over the cloud-blue pillowcase. A number five cushioning a brain
holding a number one.
“But if I was a victim of a Free Will
attack, what thoughts did they place in my mind? What doesn’t belong to me?”
Panic leaked from her.
Throat constricted, Monroe wrapped his
arms around her and tucked her tightly against his chest. Pressing his lips to
her ear, he devoured her emotion, disgusted by the black oiliness of it. When
he gave her the answer, he didn’t want her to see the fury in his eyes.
“The Free Wills didn’t give anything back
in this case, baby. It’s almost never heard of. They just took.”
“How much?” A violent shiver gripped her,
and he held her tighter.
He probed her mind, already knowing the
answer before he spoke. “All of it. They only left enough to keep your heart
beating.”
Thank
you so much for stopping by!
Em
Petrova
~hardworking
heroes—in bed and out~
Thanks for stopping by today to share your hardworking heroes, Em!
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