Going Hero Deep with Elyzabeth M. VaLey!

I crush hard on 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 one of the cutest yet steamiest writing honeys I know, the one and only Miss Elyzabeth M. VaLey! I have yet to read a hero of Elyzabeth’s that I didn’t fall in love with. Please give a warm welcome to Miss VaLey and her latest heart-conquering hero, William Dalton. I wonder what the ever charming Mr. Dalton is willing to share…

ATempestofPassion-evernightpublishing-JayAheer2015-3DrenderQuestion One: What do you smell like and what word would you use to describe a nice smelling woman?

What do I smell like? Ms. Love- Flores or is that Mrs.? Do you not deem that question a tad inappropriate? After all, we have hardly just met.

*William raises his eyebrows. A shadow of a smile flits over his lips.*

I will however share with you what I deem a nice smelling woman. She smells like sunshine and flowers, like apricots and peaches. She smells like the woodlands in spring: fresh and alive. Does that satisfy your curiosity, Ms. Love-Flores?

***Friends, I told you!!! I am such a sucker for Miss VaLey’s men! Mr. Dalton, stop smiling like that and yes, Ms. Love-Flores is satisfied. So very satisfied. Yet, all the more curious…***

Question Two: When is the last time you laughed really hard and what caused it?

*William grins. He stares out the window for a moment.*

I believe, the last time I laughed really hard was in the presence of Ms. Emily Bunsbury. She is intelligent and witty and I love challenging her. We banter frequently and even when she does not intend to do so, she makes me smile. I enjoy watching the way her eyes light up and her lips curl when she’s arguing or defending a topic she’s passionate about.

*William shakes his head.*

Will that be all, Ms. Love-Flores?

For today, Mr. Dalton. For today. 😉 *Grins and blushes.*  

Blurb:

Emily Bunsbury is most definitely not a fainter. She prefers to leave that sort of shenanigans to young debutants and to those desperate to land a husband. She is neither. 

Except last night she passed out and was rescued by none other than the town’s most eligible bachelor: William Dalton.  Of course, she wants nothing to do with him, but her heart and body don’t seem to be in agreement…

Banished from his pack for a crime he did not commit, William Dalton does not have the desire or the time to court women, yet, when he meets Emily Bunsbury he is incapable of staying away. Certain that it is nothing more than a passing fancy and not the mating pull, he pursues her.

However, as the unknown threat that expelled him from his pack strikes again, William realizes that Emily means much more and he must keep her safe. Now, if only she’d agree to his terms…

As danger grows with each passing day, will the couple learn to trust each other or will their love be nothing more than a temporary tempest of passion?

This might have been all the time we had for today … but there’s more in store for you tonight if you, ahem, pick up a copy of his book 😉 

Evernight / Amazon / All Romance eBooks

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Excerpt:

“Perhaps you can enlighten me. You’re an accomplished dancer as far as I can see and you seem to enjoy it, even if you did tell me you didn’t particularly like it. Why don’t the other men ask you to dance? Must I be on the lookout lest you do something outrageous?”

They reunited on the floor. Emily extended her right foot forward allowing her weight to rest on it before closing her other foot and hopping. She bit back a smile.

“I think most men in town surrendered in their pursuit for me to dance,” she admitted after a moment. “I refused all of them for what I spoke was the truth. I am not fond of dancing.”

“Yet, you’re not chewing on your lips or pulling them in as you have a habit of doing when carrying out unpleasant duties.” William chuckled.  “Just like that. Why always so serious, Ms. Bunsbury? Is my company such a heavy weight on your shoulders that you cannot gift me with a smile?”

“Life is serious business, Mr. Dalton,” she replied, going around him in a circle. “There is nothing more odious than being forced to smile.”

“Of course, I know it well.” His friendly smile vanished, his eyes losing their luster.

“I did not mean to upset you,” Emily hurried to clarify, suddenly desperate to see the gay light present in his eyes again.

William’s lips curled upwards, though the gesture did not reach his eyes.

“It was not your fault, Ms. Bunsbury. You inadvertently awoke some sad memories. Life is serious business,” he conceded, twirling her, “but that is precisely why we must enjoy the precious good moments such as these, for we never know how long they will last.”

“Your opinion of good moments is definitely low if you count this to be one.”

She was teasing him. By God, she was teasing him and though it took him a moment to realize it, she was glad at the sound of his rich laughter. Her lips twitched and she found herself smiling in response to his boisterous mirth.

“Of course I do,” he said after a few seconds. “I am dancing with a beautiful woman on a fine autumn day. It cannot get much better than that?” He winked, reminding her of his ulterior masculine motives and causing her cheerfulness to vanish. “Though you probably think differently,” William added.

“Indeed.”

The melody having come to an end, Emily curtsied and turned to walk away from William Dalton. She’d barely removed herself from the center of the room, when he gripped her elbow. Emily bit back a gasp. Every time he touched her something inside her awoke with a hunger that could not be appeased. Tilting her head back so she could look him in the eyes, she chose to ignore the way her heart leapt.

“That was only one dance, Ms. Bunsbury. You promised me two.”

“Surely, you wouldn’t want to waste your good moments dancing another tune with me, Mr. Dalton.” She made to leave but his fingers on her arm tightened. Anger flared in his eyes and his good-natured smile vanished.

“You think little of yourself, Ms. Bunsbury. I am surprised.”

“You are in the wrong, Sir,” she said as politely as she could muster. “I simply believe that another woman would enjoy your attentions much more than myself.”

Pulling her arm from his grasp, she veered around, desperate for some fresh air. Faster than she could muster, he stepped in front of her, blocking her path. Curling her hands into fists, she fought against the urge to shove him out of the way.

“Mr. Dalton—!”

“Ms. Bunsbury.”

Emily’s eyes flew to his face at the warning in his tone, her wroth vanishing and scattering into the wind as their gazes clashed.

“I don’t take kindly to broken promises,” he whispered gruffly.

Her breath caught as he reached for her hand, his fingertips sliding sensually over her gloved wrist. Her pulse raced, urging her to move or succumb to the persistent throbbing between her legs.

“You may think yourself fast as a rabbit or cunning like a fox, Ms. Bunsbury, but I am a hunter and catching prey is my favorite sport.”

Meet Elyzabeth:

Considered weird by normal standards – what is normal anyway?- Elyzabeth M. VaLey enjoys making up songs about mundane things, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper, talking to her Lab whenever he feigns interest and coming up with love stories to make readers dream.

From contemporary to historical or fantasy, she enjoys writing stories about good and evil, love and passion and all that comes in between happy ever after.

Connect with Elyzabeth:

Blog / Website / Facebook / Twitter / Goodreads / Pinterest

Well Miss Elyzabeth, you’ve done it again. I am head over heels in love with your Mr. Dalton. Friends, show of hands for Mr. Dalton’s new admirers amongst you? 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 weekend everyone, xoxoxo. May Friday the 13th be kind to you. And don’t forget, if you’re gonna crush, crush hard!!

Always love,

Carlene Love♥

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