Hello, Smut-world! I’m Vivi Andrews and I’d like to thank the rockstar-goddess Smutketeers for having me around today to celebrate my new release – the lion-shifter sexiness of Serengeti Sunrise, share a sneak peek inside the story, and submit to a little friendly interrogation. And now, to the questions!
Beer or Girly drink with an umbrella? Girly drinks all the way. 100-proof pretty pastels.
Cowboy or fireman? Gotta be the cowboys. Saddle up!
Vanilla or chocolate? Both.
Paris or Tahiti? Both – and every other destination I can get.
Hugs or Kisses? Kisses.
Boxers, briefs or commando? Any of the above? What a man wears on his business is his business…
Steak or sushi? Sushi!
Vampire or shape shifter? Shifters! I pass out when I give blood, so the whole suck-me-dry thing has never really appealed, but I do love that animalism. Mmm, baser instincts.
Jeans or stilettos? Both.
Quiet dinner in front of the fire or hot night on the town? Both.
Carried off into the sunset on the back of a galloping stallion or in the luxury of a racy corvette? The corvette… or more likely a Nissan GT-R or on the back of a Ducati.
Tropical beach or mountain cabin? Both. (Provided they both have indoor plumbing. I like nature, but the smell of an outhouse can somewhat dampen the appeal of that mountain seclusion…)
Hot man in blue jeans or an Italian suit? Both… the clothes don’t make the man.
Okay, yes, I cheated with a bunch of the “both” answers, but that’s part of why I write – so I don’t have to pick just one version of happily-ever, but can sample all the possibilities of what turns my crank. So my question to you, dear readers, for the chance to win a shiny new copy of Serengeti Sunrise, what is your favorite brand of creature that goes bump in the night?
And while you’re thinking that over, here’s a taste of Sunrise….
No strings? Try hopelessly tangled.
Zoe King is itching to get out of Three Rocks. Sure, the pride is more progressive with her brother in charge. She’s just got a bad case of wanderlust…and an even worse case of the hots for Tyler Minor.
The pride’s mechanic sets her senses on fire one second, then shuts down and walks away the next. Before she hits the road for good, this lioness decides it’s time to bring their cat-and-mouse game to a satisfying end.
Twenty years ago, Tyler’s father walked out and left him with a mountain of responsibility. Now that his younger siblings are settled, the last thing he wants or needs is another obligation. Which is exactly what he’ll get if he screws around with the Alpha’s sister.
When Zoe offers—more like demands—a no-strings affair, temptation wins and he finds his hands in places they shouldn’t be, and his thoughts straying to words like his. But Zoe’s got her own ideas about possessive, chest-banging males. And they don’t include white picket fences…or letting Tyler keep her out of the danger zone when an outside threat to the pride’s secrecy becomes all too real.
EXCERPT:
He turned to face her, his eyes narrowed and hands loose around his hips like a gunslinger. As they faced one another across the length of the garage, she felt that high-noon feeling herself. Tension snapped in the air, the unavoidable sense that something was coming. Something that had been bearing down on them for a while now.
Love or war. Whichever it was, there wasn’t any middle ground. They’d burned it all away with the friction of the last year.
“Coward?” he asked, his voice a soft, dark rumble.
“You have another word you’d prefer?” She strolled across the concrete floor, adding an extra sway to her hips as she came to stand directly in front of him. “Chicken? Pussy, perhaps?”
“Don’t push me, Zoe.” He rumbled the warning.
“Or what? You gonna show me who’s boss? Or are you just gonna run away like you always do? Like a coward.”
His lips pulled back from his teeth in a snarl and he loomed over her. She could practically feel his lion pushing against his skin, burning with the need to prove to her, once and for all, which one of them would end up on top if it ever came down to a battle for dominance. He might play at being civilized, but Tyler wanted to make her submit. She could see it in the luminous feline gold of his eyes.
“Are you going to kiss me or throttle me?” Zoe tipped her chin back, meeting his eyes with a blatant challenge. “Whichever you’re going to do, do it now. Because I’m sick of waiting for you to make up your mind.”
“What makes you think I didn’t make up my mind months ago and you just can’t take a hint?”
“What hint was that? The way you stare at me when you think I’m not looking? How you take the longest possible path between your bungalow and the garage each evening just so you can go past my house? Or maybe the fact that you can’t tell when I’m in heat because you always want me?”
He turned away, striding toward the door. “That’s quite a healthy ego you have there.”
“It’s all in my head, is that it?” He put his hand on the door and Zoe felt her composure fracture. “Dammit, Tyler! What the fuck is your deal?” He didn’t turn back to her, but he didn’t open the door either. She shouted at his back. “You want me. I’ve made it embarrassingly obvious I want you too. So what is the big problem?”
“Your brother…”
“I’m twenty-seven years old. I don’t have to ask his permission to fuck whoever the hell I want.”
He turned, leaning his shoulders against the door, one hand still resting on the knob. “He’s the Alpha—”
“So what? This has nothing to do with him. He doesn’t even have to know.”
“He’ll know.”
“Who the fuck cares? Because I’m the Alpha’s sister, I’m not allowed to get any?”
“I don’t want any more commitments in my life. I’m sick of being responsible for everyone.”
“Who’s talking about a commitment? I’m talking about sex. Fucking. Screwing. Banging our brains out. No strings attached. I never asked you for a fucking commitment, dumbass.”
“It’s never going to be no strings. Not with the Alpha’s sister.”
“God, I am so sick of being the Alpha’s sister. I’m Zoe. Can we just have one conversation that doesn’t include Landon?”
Tyler thunked his head back against the door. “Look, Zoe, if I wanted to stay here at the pride for the rest of my life and mate with a little lioness who’d give me lots of fat babies, you’d be the first person I’d—”
She cut him off with a solid punch to his shoulder that made him wince. “You asshole. Would you listen to me for five seconds? I don’t want to marry you. I’m not Mara the fucking baby-making machine. If you tried to give me a picket fence, I would rip up the posts and shove them up your ass. So stop trying to put me in that box.” She slapped her palms flat on his chest, baring her teeth up at him. “I want sex. And I want it from you. So do you want me or not? Because I’m done waiting. We’re deciding this, once and for all. Are you a man or what? Because for someone with the teeth of an alpha lion, you’re awfully fucking scared of me.”
Serengeti Sunrise: Releasing May 10th. Available for pre-order at Samhain and Amazon.
And, as part of the release celebration, I’m also giving away several books at my blog ; Swing on by and comment for another chance to win.
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