Going Hero Deep with Wren Michaels!

I love romance novel heroes and I know you do too. Which is why I’m inviting special guest authors and their heroes to select and answer two questions for us. The questions come from a list I designed to dip into what really lies underneath all that strapping, heroic yumminess. Today’s guest author is Wren Michaels! Please give a warm welcome to Wren and her hero, Marcus, as we see what the brave rescuer from Unbearable is willing to share, but first a sweet little message from his author…

Thank you, Carlene, for having me on your blog today! This is my debut novella so I’m going through ALL THE FEELS right now. A friend of mine, Evie Knight, urged me to give Evernight Publishing’s Naughty Fairytale line a try, and so the retelling of the lesser known fairytale Snow White and Rose Red was born. The first book in my SnowRose Series is Rose Red’s story. Snow White’s story will be releasing in March, entitled BAD APPLE. I appreciate the opportunity to share this with you and hope your readers enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

Dearest Wren, I am so happy you took on that urging because from what I’ve read, this is a fantastic story and my goodness, Marcus… Love him already! Let’s show the readers why hearts are swooning across the globe…

unbearable1lQuestion One: What’s the last completely spontaneous thing you did?

Marcus: I would venture to say the night I dove into the river to save Rose. For the last two years I’ve lived in secret, my curse forced me to stay hidden from the world out of shame, and fear that I may hurt someone. But Rose, aye my Rose, the moment I laid eyes on that fiesty creature, my life was in her hands, and she didn’t even know it. To risk your life, your hidden secrets, to save the life of someone you’ve never even met, I’d think that would have to be the most spontaneous thing a person can do. When your head and heart are at war, listen to your heart.

My dear Marcus, I am overwhelmed at how eloquently you just put that. I can also think of nothing more brave than listening to your heart. 

Question Two: Can you tell when someone is nervous around you and what makes you nervous?

Marcus: Aye, as a bear I could smell fear and nerves. When Rose’s body trembled, I sensed the vibrations in the air. But as a man, I looked into her eyes, and the curiosity and strength in them won me over. Her body may have been nervous, but her soul stood brave and strong. Before Rose, I would’ve told ye, not much made me nervous. But I’d never met a woman like her. I longed to ravage her body, yet protect her from the world. And that struck fear into my heart, fear that I couldn’t protect her, from Hestor, the world, or myself. In the end, I had to learn and accept we protect each other.

Marcus, truly I have not come across a man better spoken than you, my friend. I can feel the depth of what you carry for your dear, Rose. What an honor to have had you here today. That Rose is a lucky lady indeed.

Blurb: 

Rose Red will stop at nothing to protect her sister, Snow White, from suffering the same fate as their mother. She vows to kill Hestor, the evil dwarf sorcerer responsible for her death. But a twist of fate lands her on the bottom of a riverbed, and her life in the hands of a mysterious stranger.

Marcus is a beast of a man. He is a bear by day, man by night, thanks to a curse from the evil Hestor. But when he rescues Rose from an icy grave, he unleashes the real animal. Falling for her is dangerous enough, as he must protect the secret of his curse. But she may just be the key to getting his kingdom back as she breaks one spell and puts him under another.

Marcus might be a beasty beasty, but he’s also clearly a romantic. Spend more time with him & grab your copy of Unbearable here:

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Excerpt:

Do you have a habit of going around saving damsels in distress, Marcus?” The coy tone in her sexy voice hardens my cock even more, evidence that I’ve not been in female company for quite some time, and it’s taking its toll.

“I don’t have many women that wander into the haunted woods in need of my rescuing. Which leads to the question, what were you doing there?” I fold my arms and stare down into her eyes.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business now, is it?” The icy aftertaste of her tone stings my ears. “While I appreciate the rescue, I should get home. My sister is waiting for me and will send out a search party if I don’t return.”

“It’ll be a mighty cold walk with no clothes,” I say, holding back the smirk climbing across my lips.

The green in her eyes darkens. “Kindly give me back my clothing and affects, sir.”

“Absolutely. Once they’re dry.” I fan my arms to the fire where I’ve laid out her soaking clothes. “It’ll take hours for them to be dry enough to wear. Besides, there’s a nasty storm brewin’ outside. A bit treacherous for you to be wandering out in, alone and at night. It would be in your best interest to stay here and let it pass. You can venture home in the morning.” My eyes lock onto hers and I pour sincerity into them in hopes she’ll reconsider my offer. “I promise, come sunrise I will leave you, and you are free to go.”

She darts her gaze between me and the fireplace. I half expect her to make a mad dash for her clothes. But she doesn’t.

“And what am I to do the rest of this eve then?” Her arms fold across her chest, pinching her breasts together.

I force my eyes away from the glorious cleavage and swallow over the lump in my throat. “Well, I assume you’ll want to sleep. After all, I would imagine killing a man would take a lot out of you physically and emotionally. Not to mention the whole falling into the river and me rescuing you.”

Her eyes widen as big as saucers. “Were you stalking me?”

“Perhaps I came upon you once or twice before.” I give an aloof shrug.

Fury blazes in her dark green eyes and it lights my cock on fire even more. Damn, she’s gorgeous when she’s feisty. It takes everything in me not to devour her plump lips with my own.

“How much do you know?” She leans in, forgetting she’s naked as her protective covering falls away from her breasts.

They stare up at me from the corner of my eye, but I’m careful not to look at them for fear she’ll cover them back up. Stunning pink nipples harden at the chill in the room. My fingers ache to rub them.

“How much should I know. I’ve never met you before, Rose. You’ve come into my woods for the past month, and each time a man is with you. But you always leave alone. And I’m left to dispose of bloodied bodies before morning. So, do I need to worry that you’ll add me to your collection?” Jutting my hands to the blanket on either side of her body, I press in closer to her on the bed, hovering just above her lips.

Quick breaths puff from her lips as she processes my words. Her eyes stay glued to mine in a glorious rage, and it stirs me inside to think of burying myself in that fury between her legs.

“Not unless you’re in league with Hestor. If you are, I suggest you run.” Her body inches closer to mine, the blankets falling even further down her body. The delicate soft skin of her stomach catches my eyes and I’m unable to look away.

“Hestor?” I repeat, as it’s the only word that sticks in my ears under the distraction of her curves.

“Are you not familiar with the dwarf sorcerer?” she asks.

“Oh. On the contrary, I’m quite familiar with Hestor. The question is, why do you seek him out?” My gaze turns back to her.

“Like what you see?” She tilts her head and swipes her lips with her tongue. “It’s yours if you lead me to him.”

I shake my head. “You truly must think me a fool if you proposition me so, dear Rose. I know that’s what you offer the targets in your game. You tease them with the reward of your body, yet you get them alone in the woods and take their lives. You cannot seduce me in this way.”

“Am I repulsive to you?” her voice notches up an octave.

“You, Rose Red are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes upon. But I think you should know our interest in Hestor may be of a similar nature and perhaps we could strike a deal.” I ease off her and fold my arms.

“What do you want with him? His magicks are dark and bring only evil.” Her blazing eyes darken, studying me with intent.

I lean in, pressing my chest against hers as I hover above her face. “I have my reasons, as I know you do yours. They are not of your concern. What we both agree on is that he must be eliminated. No?”

“Your towel seems to have come lose,” she whispers.

My brow quirks. “How would you know?” I think she’s trying to distract me, but I won’t fall for her games. “Your eyes haven’t left mine.”

“Because I’m the one who loosened it.” Her warm hand wraps around my cock, forcing a gasp from my lungs. My head yells at me to jump back, but the sensation of her fingers gripping tight to my flesh wipe all logical thought from my mind. I make the mistake of glancing down, aching to watch her hand stroke my length. It’s the last thing I see before she knocks me cold.

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Meet Wren: 

Wren Michaels hails from the frozen tundra of Wisconsin where beer and cheese are their own food groups. But then a cowboy swept her off her feet and carried her away below the Mason-Dixon line where she promptly lost all tolerance for snow and cold. They decided they’d make beautiful babies together and they got it right on the first try. Now Wren lives happily ever after in the real world and in the worlds of her making, where she creates book boyfriends for the masses to crave.

Connect with Wren Here:

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What did I tell you? Did you all fall in love with Marcus the same as me? I think I should like to spend many a night reading about his love for dear Rose. I hope you do too. Friends, thank you so much for stopping by and reading today’s post. Be sure and come back to see which heroes will be stopping by in the coming weeks and months. Have a great week, everyone, xoxoxo.

Always love,

Carlene Love♥

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