Blogiversary Day #4 with Jodi Redford & Giveaway

Hi everyone, it's Day 4 of Cecile's Blogiversary.
Today we have Jodi Redford stopping by and sharing Dante with us :)
(I have a feeling Cecile will try and claim him all for herself but she has to learn to share..just sayin') ;)

**Okay, someone let it slip that Dante was going to be here... So, I snuck in... Shhhhhhhhhh....** 

Share.... **Blink.Blink.**  Who is sharing... This is my party!!!! - No sharing.....

okay okay okay... I might play nice and share a bit!

Welcome Jodi

First of all, huge hugs to the Smutty Hussy for inviting me to hang out here for her 4^th Blogiversary.

Now if y’all have seen me here before, you know the Smutty Hussy and I share a love for sexy alpha shifters. Especially the nekkid kind. ;) I thought it fitting that I celebrate Ms. Cecile’s big day by sharing a little nekkid werewolf action with this exclusive excerpt from Cat Scratch Fever. Meooooow. I’m also giving away a $10 Samhain eGC and an ebook from my backlist (winner's choice), so be sure and enter via the Rafflecopter form.

Before I get to the excerpt, no celebration would be complete without the inspiration for Dante Morgan. Besides standing around looking pretty, he’ll be available all day to dole out massages and kitty toy demonstrations. *grin*

Elaine: I love Dante **sigh and stares at picture**

  **crickets chirping**

  Ohhh, uhm, sorry Jodi **blushes** carry on

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. 

Wrapping his hand behind her head, Dante pulled her flush against him. “I’m probably gonna regret admitting this, but your sassiness turns me on like crazy.”

“Really?” She wiggled. “And here I thought that was just a spare beer bottle in your pocket.”

Gusting a laugh, he hauled her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbed suggestively against his erection. Groaning, he cupped her buttocks and massaged her flesh through the thick wool of her slacks. “I’ve been fantasizing about this ass for the past hour and a half.”

“You don’t mind that I’ve got some junk in the trunk?”

“Shit no. I love it. In fact—”

“So help me, if you quantify that with ‘more pushin’ for the cushion’, I will refuse to have sex with you.”

“Not what I was gonna say at all.”

“Yeah? Then what?”

His eyes sparkled. “It’s slipped my mind.”

“Likely story.”

“Hell, I’m no idiot.” His lips brushed hers lightly before his tongue coaxed its way inside her mouth. He teased the edges of her teeth in a slow, exploratory glide. A moment later, he gifted her tongue with the same lush treatment until she was gasping and writhing in his arms. Without warning, he broke the kiss and set her back on her feet. “I forgot to grab something from my truck.”

She gaped at him as he pivoted and strode toward the door. “What the hell could be so important to leave me hanging like this, wolfman?”

“You won’t be hanging for long, pussycat.” With that intriguing promise floating in the air, he escaped outside. Less than thirty seconds later he returned and paused just long enough to stomp the snow from his boots before moseying toward her.

She eyed the paper bag he carried. “What’s that?”

“An experiment.” Saying nothing more beyond his cryptic statement, he snatched her hand and led her toward the hallway.

Before now, she’d never made it past his living room or kitchen. He didn’t allow her much time to sightsee though, instead striding with purpose to what she assumed was the master bedroom. Dante flicked on the overhead light, and they stepped inside the large, masculine space. He placed the mysterious bag on top of the moss-green quilt covering the enormous log bed. Once he had his hands freed, he reached for her sweater and tugged it over her head. A second later, her pants, bra and panties joined it on the floor. Despite the heat beginning to purl through her bloodstream, she shivered.

Dante stroked her arms. “Do you want to take a shower to warm up before I warm you up?”

“You’ve already succeeded there, but a shower does sound nice.”

He took her hand again and walked toward a doorway that presumably opened into the attached bathroom. Her suspicions became confirmed when she crossed the threshold and spotted the commode and granite-topped sink. Dante pulled back the fabric curtain fronting the large shower stall and cranked on the faucet. Soon a comforting cloud of steam enveloped the cozy space. He unbuttoned his shirt, putting to rest her silent curiosity over whether he’d join her for some bath-time fun.

Her appreciative stare roved over the sculpted planes of his chest before her hands followed suit. “I missed getting to feel all this yummy wolf meat when we were in your truck earlier.”

His lips twitched. “Wolf meat?”

“Hey, I let you get away with the pussy crack. Deal with it.”

“Fair enough, but I think you’re neglecting the meatiest part of me.”

She coasted her palm down his chiseled abdomen, following the happy trail to the waistband of his jeans. “Hmm, how absentminded of me.”

“Not to mention cruel.”

“Can’t have that.” Dropping to her knees, she inched his zipper down and freed his cock. Its fat, rosy head bobbed enticingly. Taking advantage of the invitation, she swirled her tongue over the satiny gland, leisurely licking him as if he were a tasty ice-cream cone. Dante tunneled his fingers through her hair and moaned. Encouraged by the husky sound, she sucked more of him into her mouth, reveling in the way he thickened and lengthened even more. Gliding her fingers down the column of his shaft, she traced every ridge and vein before cupping his balls. She increased her suction as she drew back toward the crown of his cock.

A shudder trembled through Dante, and his grip in her hair reflexively clenched. Glancing upward, she watched the strain tightening his features. There was something immensely sexy about bringing an alpha like Dante to the edge of control. She bobbed her head faster, giving him no quarter. Desperate grunts and groans shook from him as his knees wobbled. “Christ. Lilly, I’m gonna come if you keep that up.”

Grinning inside, she took a slow, deep swallow that had him cursing and sweating. Her free hand traveled to his backside and traced the crease of his tensed buttocks. Unable to resist, she rubbed his puckered hole. He came with a startled shout, his hips jerking.

Once his cock finished spurting down her throat, she gently disengaged and gave him a saucy wink. “Like that, did you?”

“You have a world of payback coming your way, pussycat.”

“Promises, promises.”

Growling, he swept her into his arms and climbed into the shower. She squealed in outrage when he dunked her directly beneath the spray. Sputtering, she slicked her sopping hair away from her eyes. “Mean, wolfman.”

“What? I like getting you wet.” An evil chuckle accompanied his double entendre. Placing her on her feet, he reached for the bar of woodsy-scented soap resting on the caddy and lathered up his palms. The first area he began washing was her breasts, of course. He took considerably longer than necessary to suds and rinse her nipples before offering the same methodical devotion to her pussy.

She was slightly surprised—and disappointed—that instead of bending her against the shower wall and filling her with his cock, he dialed off the faucet and grabbed one of the large fluffy towels from the nearby hook. He took care of drying her off before seeing to his own dripping frame. She snorted when he scooped her into his arms again. “You know, I do have a pair of functioning legs.”

“Yeah, but this way I get to cop some cheap feels.” He carried her into the bedroom and stopped abruptly. She tracked his gaze to the bed and spotted his Great Dane sprawled in the middle of the mattress rooting through the bag Dante had brought in from his truck.

“Chevy!”

Dante’s thunderous growl must have spooked the dog because a startled, muffled woof came from inside the bag before Chevy leapt from the bed and skidded across the floor, streaking blindly for the exit. Somehow he managed to make it into the hallway without crashing into anything.

Grumbling, Dante lowered her to her feet again and stalked after the dog. Bemused and fighting back a giggle, she crossed to the bed and parked her butt on its edge. After a moment, Dante’s pounding footsteps and curses stopped. She strained to hear any further noise but was cut short by Dante’s sudden appearance in the doorway. He gave her a chagrined look. “I put him in the cage. Hopefully that’ll be the last interruption we’ll have tonight.”

Her focus dipped to the strange wand gripped in his hand. It took her a moment to recognize what it was. Once she did, she crossed her arms over her chest and snorted. “You’ve got to be kidding. That’s your experiment?”

“Yep. Gonna test the theory on how many ways I can make you purr.”

“I had no idea you were such a kinky bastard. Anything else in the bag I should be aware of? Catnip? Tender Vittles?”

His gait predatory, Dante prowled toward her. “You’re the only tender vittle I’m interested in, kitten.”

She eyed the cat toy with disdain. “I mean it, I’m not playing with that damn thing.”

“I know.” His expression properly wolfish, Dante scooted her farther up the bed and leaned over her. “But I am.”

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Happy fourth, Smutty Hussy, and many, many more to come! 

At the ripe age of seven, I penned my first epic, complete with stick figure illustrations. Sadly, my drawing skills haven't improved much, but my love of creating fantasy worlds is still going strong.
Yep, I still love writing about fairies, ghosts, and other supernatural creatures, only my stories pack a little more heat these days.

 When I'm not writing or working the day job, I'm usually tinkering in the garden (weather permitting) or drooling over those smokin' hot Winchester Brothers from Supernatural. Strictly for research purposes, of course.

To find out more about Jodi and her books, please visit her at www.jodiredford.com . You can also friend her on Facebook and Twitter . She loves to chat with readers, so come join the fun shenanigans! 

Thank you Jodi for coming by and Celebrating Cecile's blogiversary!!

**cough**Danteismine**cough** :)

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