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That was the Appetizer. NOW for the Main Course: Guest Author Selene Grace Silver
Hi! I’m Selene Grace Silver and just dropping in to answer some questions about my new erotic paranormal romance and to share an excerpt of Brianna’s Bewitching.
Q: What inspired you to begin a paranormal series?
A: I have always loved stories about witches. One of my deepest fantasies is to have supernatural power to make things happen simply by thinking them.
Q: Why did you create a heroine who identifies herself first and foremost a feminist?
A: I came of age during the last big wave of feminism and was influenced by the writings and academic work of women like Gloria Steinem. In my late teens and twenties, I subscribed to Ms. Magazine and read it avidly. I was aware of the blatant sexism around me and supported the passage of the ERA (which unfortunately was never ratified). I credit that women’s movement with changing the status of American women, including me, for the better. It saddens me that many young women today don’t identify as feminists because they think the term has negative connotations. Why anyone would refuse to see men and women as equal baffles me, frankly. I wanted to create a character who was beautiful, feminine, intelligent, down-to-earth, likeable and a feminist.
Q: What are you working on now?
A: I’m revising and extending the second book in my Witches and Warlocks of Los Angeles series. It’s titled The Binding of Adara. I’m hoping to publish it sometime in April. It’s my first full-length novel.
About Brianna’s Bewitching
It’s 1977 and Brianna Marston is a feminist finishing up her final university courses. She’s a little bit wild, but isn’t that what being young and free is all about? It’s a new age for women and she intends to reap the benefits that new status provides her. She’s focused on developing a rewarding career and finding an adventurous lover. She’s also a witch-in-training. Her inherited powers are growing faster than her skill though. She’s not sure if one of her reality shifting spells is the reason she’s become the love interest of one LAPD officer.
Jack Ross never does anything without a well-thought out plan. On track to make detective within the year, he’s lined up a perfect woman to be his wife and raise their children. She’s thoughtful, gracious, and lovely to look at, and best of all, she’s not one of those radical bra-burning feminists. She desires a traditional life as a wife and mother. If he doesn’t exactly love her yet, he’s sure that he will once they marry. He’s never been in love and it seems to him that it’s as easy to love one attractive woman as another. Then one unruly, mouthy blonde lands in his arms, disrupting all his well-laid plans.
Excerpt from Brianna’s Bewitching
The cop stared up at her, his eyebrows rising over the frame of his sunglasses, clearly astonished at her audacity. He took off his sunglasses and she was stunned by his keenly intelligent eyes. Eyes which burned with something bold, appreciative. He looked her over, his eyes studying the features of her face, trailing down her neck, then dropping down to her chest where they seemed to linger before tracing the indentations of her toned, bared stomach, pausing at the flare of her hips, and flicking over her tight jeans. His eyes burned right through the faded material. A strange tingling started up between her legs. Then he reversed the direction of his perusal until he was staring into her eyes again. His lips thinned, twisted, and something dark and dangerous flashed across his face. Maybe he was imagining spanking her. For some reason, that idea made her stomach flip in a most disconcerting way.
So she held out her shirt like a hankie and dropped in on his head.
“Why I do dee-clare, I seem to have dropped my shirt,” she mocked in an exaggerated Southern drawl. She thrust her lace-covered breasts out, fluttering her hand at her throat as if she were being overcome by the situation.
The women clustered around her laughed.
The cop dragged the shirt off his face—his face almost impassive in its self-control, she noted—and put his sunglasses back on. He reached back to his belt and unhooked his handcuffs.
“Why, officer, handcuffs?” she teased coyly, fluttering her eyes in mock fear, “I dee-clare, I hadn’t imagined you would be the kinky type. This must be my lucky day. That changes everything. Help me down, ladies.”
The crowd surged and swelled around them as more laughter rose into the air.
“Wait!” she cried, holding her hands out.
Then taking a brave breath—this is for you, Steve, she thought—she reached back and undid her bra, releasing her breasts to the bright summer sunshine and the view of hundreds of people.
The look on the cop’s face went from grim determination to something closer to black fury. He took off his glasses, folded them and stored them in his shirt pocket. His eyes were narrowed and his lips were curled back revealing gritted teeth. He looked like he might even be snarling. She’d definitely pissed him off now.
Brianna bit her lip, just a little worried, and then, following her natural inclinations, tossing caution to the wind, she bent over, letting her breasts dangle in from of his face, and draped the bra around the cop’s neck like a scarf. His eyes riveted to her chest and locked into a trance. Her nipples puckered immediately in reaction.
“Special just for you, my darling, a bra—though I don’t think it’ll fit you,” she cooed. The crowd of women around her broke into cheers and began stripping their shirts off too. Everything became very loud and chaotic. The platform she was on wobbled, shifted and disappeared from under her feet. The next thing Brianna knew, she was swan-diving forward, her tits were framing the big police officer’s face, and he was stumbling backwards trying to stay on his feet, his arms clasped around her hips, as he struggled to keep her from taking them both to the ground.
He gained control a microsecond later, outside the circle of the screaming, laughing, and stripping women.
“Now you’ve done it, sweetheart,” he told her.
What do you think are the chances of a successful match between a bra-burning feminist (who is also a witch) and a cop who wants a stay-at-home wife? Will Brianna have to use her magic to make it work, and if so, should she?
Brianna’s Bewitching is available exclusively on Amazon.