Oooh, have I enjoyed these books. These favorite quotes from Cecy will give you a little taste of what you are missing. And that you HAVE TO HAVE this series!
Cecy has picked amazing lines for her two published books, and as an amazing SURPRISE! we have from her third, yet to be release!!! Cursed by Destiny! Eeeep!
SEALED WITH A CURSE
Is he flirting? No, of course not. He’s probably just hungry. Men don’t flirt with me. They race away, screaming.
“I came to see you.”
I stood in the doorway in the tank top I’d slept in and a pair of yoga pants that had been begging to go to the big laundry basket in the sky. My wild curls and I had fought. They’d won. I hadn’t showered, and I resembled something the wereraccoon was chewing on before he ran like the dickens. Yet Misha’s hungry gaze swept along my body, despite my hell-on-a-cracker appearance.
I leaned one arm along the doorway, my other rested on my hip in annoyance. “Why? Did you run out of virgins or something?”
Misha’s gray eyes flickered with stirring mischief. “If I had, should I expect to find one here?”
“Nope. We're all out, too.”
Aric retrieved Taran’s shoe and handed it to me. It would have been an awesome Cinderella moment if my back claws hadn’t shredded through the leather and the heel didn’t have the wolf’s eye still attached.
Aric’s strong arms wrapped me in a bear hug, his contact hard and gentle all at once. For the second time that night, his body heat encased me. My face fell against his muscular chest. My God, the aromatic blend of his scent mixed with musk from battle drove my tigress insane. Don’t purr. Don’t purr. Oh, Jesus, please don’t let me purr.
Say something. Anything. Tell him you love him and want to have his puppies.
I opened my robe and stared at the girls, mortified and convinced the universe hated me. If he had to see my breasts, why couldn’t it have been the perkier of the two?
Luke Skywalker could suck it. He had nothing on Shayna.
Koda’s butt cheeks were tight enough to crush wood with a single clench.
“What troubles you, mutt? Flea prevention not up to par?”
“Don’t get testy, batboy. It’s not my fault you’ve run out of prom queens to de-virginize.”
“Wit is not your forte, dog. Stick to what you know―drooling, scratching, and licking body parts typically unreachable.”
“Damn, you are pissed. Did one of the angry villagers leave a pitchfork rammed up your ass, Drac?”
Taran slapped his arm. “We all want to go home alive―well, you dead freaks know what I mean―so back off and quit acting like a little bitch.”
“We need a phone. Or a working vehicle. Or a goddamn compass. Saving the world sucks donkey balls!”
A dead wereraccoon on your doorstep is no way to start the morning.
Neither is a whiney vampire dressed like a naughty Catholic schoolgirl.
“I flew in from Colorado last night.”
“Oh?” I sipped on my orange juice. “What’s there?” Besides the countless droves of weresluts you’ve bedded?
“You act like I go out in search of danger.”
Aric counted off the error of my ways one finger at a time. “Vampire court. Storming a crazed vampire’s estate―twice.” He added two fingers on that one. “Consorting with the undead. Tracking an infected vampire in a stolen vehicle. And don’t get me started on getting trapped in a raging inferno.”
I crossed my arms defensively. “I do not consort with the undead.” He tightened his jaw. “Much.”
Aric paused behind me, his voice a soft rumble. “Are you okay?”
No. I wasn’t okay. I’d fought a demon child following the discovery of four carcasses and a half-eaten woman. And now there stood Aric in all his hotter-than-hell glory making my female parts tap-dance to “Eye of the Tiger.” “Yeah. Totally.”
For a woman in her eighties, Mrs. Mancuso was quite agile. She chased after our car all the while flipping us off. Emme clutched the headrest of the backseat. “Oh my goodness. Celia, slow down before she breaks a hip.”
I didn’t care what Emme said. A glance at the mirror told me slowing down ranked up there with mooning a weregator. We might as well have kicked our own asses. Mrs. Mancuso was a woman possessed by fury and ill-fitting support hose.
The demon’s skin shone lime green. Like his brother, he bore wings the size of sails and clawed hands and feet. Except he had four arms, and four legs, and a tail as thick as a baseball bat. A white stripe of fur covered the top of his wrinkled and turtlelike face. He grinned with four very long and extra-pointy teeth. His tongue slurped across them as if he could already taste our livers. Somehow I thought we’d gotten the short end of the demon stick.
“I want to be inside you,” Aric murmured between intakes of breaths. “I want to wake up with you naked in my arms.”
Misha had recognized Aric’s snarls just as I had. I’d heard them a thousand times out of fear for my safety. Misha had heard them on the receiving end of Aric’s wrath. I’d definitely experienced the cuddlier side of that werewolf.
“Where the hell are you going?”
Vampires weren’t the friendliest of creatures. I muttered a curse and veered toward where Hank stood in the driveway. His black hair was mussed and his white-collared shirt spread open from the cold breeze. All the buttons were missing and lipstick marks ran the length of his excessively tanned torso. I raised my chin and adjusted my cream-colored sweater over my skinny jeans. “Go back to your room, finish deflowering whatever co-ed you managed to dupe into thinking you know Rob Pattinson, and leave me alone.”
I jumped out of my seat when my sisters boarded Misha’s private jet. They smiled and waved, and apparently had been shopping. They slipped off their long coats to reveal matching camouflage tanks and cargo pants. They even wore army boots. I think they were trying for military chic, but the results were more like Special Forces Barbie. Taran, sat down like she owned the plane, tossed back her dark hair and started applying more lip-gloss. Because God forbid we take on demons with chapped lips.
Maria held someone’s leg and waved it as she spoke. “Whose foot is dis? Oops—sorry, Celia,” she said when blood from the severed limb splashed me in the face. “Hello, I’m trying to sort here.”
A jeep skidded to a halt next to us. Two sexy males stumbled out in their tighty-whities. Their dark skin glistened with perspiration despite the cool night air and they panted like they’d run with the bulls. Edith pulled the emergency brake, crawled across the front seat, and yanked each to her. She kissed them like her diamond earrings had fallen down their throats and only her tongue could retrieve them. The men staggered back when she released them. “Adios, Edeeth,” they both chimed.
Edith waved to her fans. “Addy ose!” She adjusted her thong beneath her tiny plaid skirt, snapping the back against her butt cheeks. “You freaks coming?” She asked without bothering to look up.
This was the vamp assigned to keep me safe from death. I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Yup. We’re coming.”
Genevieve was the Tahoe region’s head witch. A position I helped her secure, though it hadn’t been my intent. She was a beautiful woman with dark brows, waist-length ebony hair, and blue eyes that glowed like melted sapphires. When she walked into a room and raised her arms, I could swear doves and butterflies flew out of her armpits. When I raised my arms it was usually in defense of the evil creature trying to chew them off.
Misha glanced at her breasts, just long enough for her to notice he did so. I looked, too, just to see if he affected them like mine. He did. Bastard. And although he wasn’t even looking at me, mine tingled slightly. When the powers that be handed out the vamp mojo, I didn’t understand how or why “capable of stimulating nipples” needed to top their superpowers list.
Misha’s eyes never left mine. He stooped in a crouch and charged. He was fast, but not fast enough. I spun him past me and sent him face first into a dirty pile of snow. The vampires gasped. Misha rose surprisingly slow and turned to shoot me a death glare. Slush dripped down his perfect face to stain his white silk shirt.
“Not as fast as you thought, are you, old man?”
The vamps jumped at my words with their mouths covered. Misha seemed oddly amused by my comment and laughed. However, it wasn’t a “golly, aren’t you funny” kind of chuckle. It was more like an evil scientist laugh complete with thunder crackling above us. Like shot from a gun, Misha attacked.
It must have been a beautiful and magical place inside Emme’s head. I almost told her to give Tinkerbell a shout out for me.
I had a major freak out. I had to admit, it was downright embarrassing. Misha cleared the solarium. Everyone regarded me like the slow village girl Dracula had unwittingly been stuck with.
Cecy (pronounced Sessy) Robson is an author with Penguin's SIGNET ECLIPSE. She attributes her passion for story-telling back to the rough New Jersey neighborhood she was raised in. As a child, she was rarely allowed to leave the safety of her house and passed her time fantasizing about flying, fairies, and things that go bump in the night. Her dad unwittingly encouraged Cecy's creativity by kissing her goodnight wearing vampire fangs. Gifted and cursed with an overactive imagination, she began writing her Urban Fantasy Romance Series, Weird Girls, in May 2009. THE WEIRD GIRLS, SEALED WITH A CURSE, and A CURSED EMBRACE are now available. A CURSED MOON releases Dec. 3, 2013, Followed by CURSED BY DESTINY The second novel in The Weird Girls Series, A CURSED EMBRACE, releases July 2, 2013.
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As I talked to all the authors of their books and quotes, Cecy was gracious enough to add a copy of Sealed with a Curse for giveaway in the festivities this year!
Thank you Cecy!!
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