Giveaway & Guest Post w/Jodi Redford

I want the Ladies and Gentlemen of the Lair to put together a warm, Hussy welcome for a wonderfully talented lady... Whose book I absolutely love!!! She is an amazing author!!! Please welcome....

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Ms. Jodi Redford

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First of all, a big thank you to Ms. Cecile for having me today! Since the Smutty Hussy and I share a love of all things most awesomely smutastic, I thought I’d talk a bit today about one of my favorite topics—sex. I’m not too shy to admit that I love writing the smex. A lot. Readers and other writers often ask what inspires me to write a love scene. It’d be easier to list what doesn’t inspire me to write hot sex. For those wondering, my high school algebra teacher and Steve Buscemi top that list. But let’s get back to what does go into creating those sexy times.

For me, it always starts with the characters. If I’ve done my job right, the sexual tension between the hero and heroine should be at the boiling point before the clothes start coming off. I want them to be panting with the desperate need to get  nekkid and busy between the sheets, on the kitchen table, the bathroom sink, the garden shed, the drive through at McDonalds (Would you like that orgasm supersized? Yeah, you know you do.)

So what might be some of the sexual stimuli responsible for getting my hero and heroine hot and bothered?  Sometimes it’s as simple as a touch. A teasing brush of his fingers across the heroine’s nape. Add to that maybe a certain look in his eyes. You know the one. That ‘Baby, if we weren’t standing in the lawn tractor aisle at Home Depot right now, I’d mow your turf six ways to Sunday’ sparkle in his eye. In case you didn’t know, the potent combination of lawn equipment, power tools and fertilizer fumes does weird things to the male brain. Call it the perfect trifecta of horniness, if you will. But back to our hero and heroine. By now, she’s experiencing that delicious, shivery anticipation of more skin on skin contact with her hero. She starts imagining the glide of his fingers along more intriguing places than the nape of her neck. Maybe there are more tactile sensations involved as well. The rasp of his beard stubble across her breasts, her stomach…lower…

…lower…

Yeah, right there—

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Don’t you hate it when the perky sales announcer interrupts just when things are getting good? This of course mimics what my characters frequently go through during their constant dance of seduction. Instead of dirt cheap geraniums, the culprit for nookie blocking might initially be the hero and heroine’s own stubbornness. Or maybe we’ll blame it on the pain-in-the-ass neighbor who always picks the worst time to borrow a cup of sugar.  Just you wait, pain-in-the-ass neighbor. That cup of sugar won’t mean jack in chapter eight when the zombies get you.

But I digress. Back to our poor heroine. It’s safe to assume that her anticipation isn’t the only thing quivering at this point. Thanks to her lusty thoughts and the sexual cues coming from our hero, every nerve ending in her body is primed and ready. Each breath she drags in is saturated with the sultry promise of sex. She can already feel his strong, powerful body over her, inside her, and the wanton ache of needing him is both tormenting and oh so delicious.

There’s only one thought in her mind now.  You know the one. 

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Honey Buns, if we weren’t standing in the lawn tractor aisle at Home Depot right now, I’d rock your world better than a Toro 12 amp variable speed electric blower.  That’s right. With variable speed. Oooh mama.

The above scenario is just a brief glimpse into the process that goes into setting the mood for my characters. As you can see, inspiration can strike from unlikely sources, and what might not be immediately perceived as sexy. So how about you? What are your sexy mood triggers? Leave your answer in the comments, and I’ll put you in the running for a $10 eGiftcard from Samhain Publishing! Because nothing says sexy like ebooks…except maybe a variable speed electric blower.


Jodi’s bio
At the ripe age of seven, Jodi Redford penned her first epic, complete with stick figure illustrations. Sadly, her drawing skills haven’t improved much, but her love of fantasy worlds never went away. These days she writes about fairies, ghosts, and other supernatural creatures, only with considerably more heat.

She has won numerous contests, including The Golden Pen and Launching a Star. When not writing or working the day job, she enjoys gardening and way too many reality television shows.

Currently residing in Michigan with her husband and menagerie of pets, she is a member of RWA national and Greater Detroit Romance Writers of America.

She loves to hear from readers. You can email her at jodiredford@jodiredford.com and visit her online at www.jodiredford.com.  Follow her on Twitter and Facebook.

Blurb for Cat Scratch Fever

Who says a wolf can’t make a pussycat purr?

Perfect timing has never been Lilly Prescott’s long suit. Seconds before a showdown with werewolf Dante Morgan, who owns a property that by rights should belong to her, she goes into heat. Not a simple event for a lynx shifter. No, she’s doomed to weeks of frustration that can only be soothed by frequent rolls in the hay—or her hand. Unfortunately, Dante accidentally witnesses the latter.

Left shaken and highly aroused in the snow, Dante can’t believe he’s attracted to the woman who drives him crazy, and not in a good way. Worse, his father has issued an ultimatum. Marry, or abdicate his place as pack leader. On the other hand, it’s the perfect leverage. Lilly will get her land…in exchange for a wedding ring and all the sexual satisfaction she can handle.

Marry Dante? No doubt he’s a poster boy for Hunks ’R’ Us, but he’s rude, arrogant and Lilly’s sworn enemy. Not to mention the thought of losing her independence is frightening as hell.

When they find themselves falling victim to their own charade, though, it’s anything but hell. It’s heaven, and the last thing either of them wants. The real thing.
Warning: This book contains redneck werewolves, inconvenient hormones, and a whole new use for cat toys. Uncontrollable meowing may occur.

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