Beauty of the Beast
Genre: erotic romance
Number of pages: 265
Word Count: 65,500
The year is 1950. The town is Austin, Texas. Young reporter Mary Jane Andrews isn’t sure what SM is, but she’s heard that it’s going on outside Austin, and she’s determined to investigate.
Mary Jane Andrews is what Texans call a pistol. She thinks fast, acts faster, and takes the consequences with a laugh. The year is 1950. Young reporter Mary Jane isn’t sure what SM is, but she’s heard that it’s going on outside Austin, and she’s determined to investigate. Once she meets the Master, she’s both enthralled and scared spitless.
What’s a Master to do when his hotter-than-sin sexual soul mate shows up at the door of his highly illegal sex house? Don’t worry, he has lots of ideas...
Trouble is, Mary Jane wants the story. And the Master won’t spend the rest of his natural life in jail. The sex is explosive, inventive, and addictive, both ways. Will it be bend or break for the insatiable Beauty and the masterful Beast?
May 22 Guest blog by Carole Remy for Share My Destiny
Thank you so much for inviting me to your blog today, Noelle! It’s really lovely, and I appreciate being included in such great company!
Do you ever find that the perfect comeback pops into your head two hours after the conversation is finished? Happens to me all the time. One of the great joys of being a novelist is that two hours later, I can go back and put the words into the character’s mouth!
Just for fun, let’s listen to a real conversation between the two main characters in Beauty of the Beast, and then check out the book version. Mary Jane and the Master have met just inside the door of a poker room, strip poker. Mary Jane, called Twelve for her room number, wants to opt out and go back to her room. Here’s the real conversation.
“I want to go back to my room.”
“But I want to.”
“You’re here, Twelve. Tough it out. Why are you barefoot?”
“I broke my shoe.”
And here’s the spruced up version in the novel.
I turned to go back to the safety of my room—and felt a familiar grip on my wrist.
“I think not, Twelve. Time to experience the real Ranch House, rough edges and all.” The husky whisper sent a stab to my gut. I twisted to get free.
“Whoa, Kitten.” The other arm came around my shoulder in a mockery of friendship and protection. “Not quite up to the f**k-me heels, Twelve? And here I was looking forward to seeing eye-to-eye with you tonight.”
“I doubt we’ll ever see eye-to-eye, Master.” I snarled out the last word. “Why don’t you have a number like the rest of us?”
“Do you miss your name, Mary Jane?” I gasped at his words. How had he found out who I was? What else did he know? The situation was getting out of my control, and I didn’t like it.
“The Master doesn’t need a number, Twelve, only the slaves.” The implication of his words overtook me slowly. Did he mean we were all his slaves? Was he the only Master?
“That’s right. Everyone here does only what I allow them to do. Do you begin to understand, Twelve?”
I understood, all right.
Is it any wonder we love to live in the world of novels? Sigh. It only I could be half as witty in real life!
Join Mary Jane and the Master in Beauty of the Beast as they spar verbally and even more between the sheets. Who will prevail, the fiery, feisty Mary Jane, or the dark and forceful Master?
Carole Remy lives in Mexico with her beloved dog Gemma. When she isn’t writing and touring her novels, you can find her rescuing dogs, learning wood sculpture, and salsa dancing!
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