Cynthia Eden is a southern girl who loves chocolate, scary movies, and romance novels. She’s a USA Today Best-Selling author (Yay! The title is new!), and she writes sexy paranormal romances and dark romantic suspense stories. She’s often on Twitter (www.twitter.com/cynthiaeden) and she has a website at: www.cynthiaeden.com.
Right now, I’m on some very tight deadlines, so I am writing as much as I can. I have a goal of writing 6,000 words a day, so I’m usually writing for at least 6-8 hours each day. Then I try to catch up on emails and promo because I have other releases that are coming up soon.
What are you currently working on?
I am working on a very dark phoenix shifter story for Kensington Brava. This hero is one of the most dangerous and tortured that I have ever created. I am having so much fun! ;)
Favorite junk food:
Tough call. But I’ll go with…Oreo cookies. When you dip them in milk and they become so deliciously soggy…yum!
Excerpt: Here’s an excerpt from my latest release, HOWL FOR IT:
“When your team comes, what will you do?” His claws were pushing through his fingertips. “Go running back to them?”
Her gaze stayed locked on his. “I’m not going back.”
Well, well…Exactly what he wanted to hear, but Gage didn’t let his expression alter. “Good.” Then, since she deserved to know, he added, “Because I wasn’t giving you up.” Just so they were clear.
Her lips parted in surprise.
Time was running out. Those vehicles would be braking any minute. Before the hunters came storming in, he wanted his taste to be on her, wanted her taste on his lips. So Gage stepped forward and pulled her close. His head dipped toward her, and he kissed her with the wild need that pounded through him.
What they had, it wasn’t about hunter and prey. It was man and woman. Lust. Need. A desire that couldn’t be satisfied, not with just one night.
Maybe not even with a thousand nights.
“We’re just getting started,” he promised against her lips. His. His wife, his for-fucking-ever.
Just let the hunters try to take her. He was more than ready to rip them apart.
Pity. This time, he’d used the bait—and they were the ones running into a trap.
Another kiss. Another slow lick of his lips over hers. Then Gage pushed her back. Away from the cabin’s door and windows. “Scream for me,” he said.
She didn’t speak.
She liked to make things hard. That was his Kayla.
“Scream,” he said again and lifted his claws. He had to transform before the hunters entered the cabin. During those few moments that it took to shift, he was vulnerable. Open for their attack. He wouldn’t be vulnerable before them.
But once he was in his full wolf form…
Ready for hell, hunters?
He smiled and knew that his growing fangs would show. “Your scream will distract them when they rush inside. They’ll want to help you.” While he had the chance to attack them. “Time to pick your side, wife.”
Then the fire of the change swept through him. A white-hot explosion of pain as his bones broke, reshaped, as his muscled stretched and his body contorted. Fur burst along his flesh. His hands became paws. His body hit the floor, and when he opened his mouth again, the growl of a beast broke from his lips.
His gaze found Kayla’s. She stood where he’d left her, against the wall. Her eyes were on his. Wide. Deep. Afraid?
Another growl came from him as he took a step toward her. He could smell her fear. A hunter, afraid of the prey she’d deliberately sought out. What the hell?
She could handle him as a man, but his beast made her shake.
A normal reaction for most humans, but Kayla was far from normal. He’d find out the rest of her secrets. He had to.