Here’s the deal. I read romance with kick and I don’t shy away from explicit sex scenes, but I’m going to preface this post with an
ADULT CONTENT WARNING.
If you’re under 18 you can stop reading because this is not the book for you. 🙂
For those remaining, let’s get on with the show.
Staring Into the Eyes of Chance
By Kay Dee Royal
Olivia endures a thirty-four year passionless marriage, discovering her dead husband’s philandering history at his funeral. She devotes her energy and life-long sensitivity with animals to her wildlife refuge and preserve.
Chance, a Lycan alpha and leader of the Lycan International Investigation Agency (LIIA) throws himself into his investigations. He chooses to neglect his duty of finding a primal-mate after watching his father become an empty shell over the loss of his.
A murderous rogue pack draws Chance onto Olivia’s wildlife preserve, sending Olivia’s animal sensitivities into overdrive. Chance and Olivia discover a sizzling force driving them together.
Will they succumb to its enticing tether, or fight to resume their loveless lives apart?
Beyond the blurb…
Staring Into the Eyes of Chance is the first book in Kay Dee Royal’s Lycan International Investigation Agency series (LIIA).
Running an animal rescue centre is a natural fit for an animal empath. Olivia’s psychic ability to communicate with animals comes in handy while caring for the injured. Olivia, recently widowed after a 34 year passionless marriage to a cheating husband, is quite happy handling things on her own–both on her preserve and in her bedroom.
Now, wolves are wreaking havoc on Olivia’s property, going after the animals under her care. These wolves are bigger and more aggressive toward people than she’s seen before.
Chance is a Lycan–a shapeshifter over 300 years old. He stumbled across Olivia’s property in his hunt for a rogue wolf and stayed when he realized Olivia is the Primal Mate he’s tried to avoid for decades. Alpha of the LIIA, Chance knows something Olivia doesn’t, the rogue is more than a wolf–Smoke is a Lycan, and incredibly dangerous. Chance is frustrated when he can’t confide in Olivia, even after it becomes clear what and who Smoke is really after. As the story unfolds, Olivia learns the truth of this secret world of Lycans, and becomes more involved in the mission than she could ever have thought possible.
This book is hot. I mean steamy, sweaty, gasping hot. So hot I had to take an occasional break to cool off. 🙂
I’ve read many a racy scene (and written my share) and thought I knew the difference between Erotic and Erotica (And they are two separate genres). I was close. And yet so far off. To further confuse the issue, Kay Dee Royal decided to create a whole new class of Erotica.
There were scenes in this book that made me squirm, in good and not so good ways. I admit, some scenarios went beyond my comfort zone, and a few times my jaw dropped in shock (okay, I’ll say it – and awe). However, these scenes were tastefully handled at every turn. And one thing that impressed me is how well the story carried me through the book. Yes there is sex, lots of skin on skin and more. But it all tied into the plot seamlessly. Royal has a wonderful gift for story-telling. Her descriptive prose brings her scenes to life. I saw every scene play out in my head like a movie.
If you love reading Erotica or are interested in giving it a try, Staring Into the Eyes of Chance is a good book to start with.
Words of caution…
Once you start – you might be hooked! I give this book 4 Readings.
I gave you a short taste of what’s inside this book when I interviewed Kay Dee earlier this week. If you haven’t read it yet, check out the interview and excerpt. And can we take a moment to admire the stunning cover art by the super-talented Suzannah Safi?
Back by popular demand, Kay Dee has given me a longer excerpt to post. You’re in for a treat. Read on.
Olivia closed her eyes, calling up her animal sensitivity ability, while shoving down her own panic. After years of psychically working with animals, she knew they sensed panic and fear. Her breathing needed regulating.
Olivia relaxed as best she could and opened her mind. She sensed the wolf; masculine. He came across with an urgent need to protect, more like helping her feel safe. Another howl, with a deep and sinister timbre, shattered her concentration. A stab of electricity zipped through her, pumping adrenaline and tightening every muscle. This howl came from farther inside the forest than the first one. She sensed aggression in the wolves within the forest, ready for battle. Her heart drummed against her ribs in anticipation of an answering call, and she couldn’t stop the tremors running rampant in her belly.
Instead she saw the lights go out through her closed eyelids. She opened her eyes and saw nothing but blackness.
Nine o’clock on a September evening, what did she expect?Damn power company! Hopefully Lacey sat in the Jacuzzi and wouldn’t come running out.
She lay listening for any sound. Her own breath, the loudest panting she’d ever heard, came in at a close second to her heart banging against the walls of her chest. Slowly, she sat up. The back of her head throbbed, her spine hurt, and the front of her body ached, especially her breasts. She bent her legs to stand and in that same moment a jet of hot mist coated her face.
Olivia froze, tamping down the run-for-your-life urge. Her mind reached toward the beast beside her, searching his energy markers, his emotions, urges. She read him as curious, stimulated. Maybe a misread of…sexually stimulated? She sat back on her haunches, figuring if she stretched at least four feet of her five-foot ten frame, maybe she’d appear larger. His breath assailed her from above, she remained squatted.
Damn, this thing is huge!
He sniffed the top of her head, down by her ear, licked the length of her neck and up the side of her face. Another howl close by, echoing near the tree-line, got the wolf’s attention. He raised his head from her and shoved her body back with his own. She went down on her butt, folding her legs sideways. Fur from his backside pressed into the front of her, including her face. Olivia turned her head away and took a breath. A shiver began in her belly and inched through her arms, legs, and up her neck. She sensed his urgency, he must move and his need…again, to keep her safe and again something else, another misread?
He moved back, his head next to hers. A growl vibrated, harsh and deep, beside her ear. Olivia jumped when he yipped instead of howled. He circled her, stopping behind her. A sudden scratch of claws and pebbles from rain washout near the barn pelted her. Air swirled around her as the wolf leaped over her head in the direction of the woods.
Olivia’s breath whooshed out like a balloon being released. Tears welled and trickled down her face. The wolf’s size was about as abnormal as it got. She’d never heard of any wolf being that large. She’d done plenty of research on the species, brushing up for the wolf pup she rehabilitated and released back into the wild years ago when Ray and she first opened the refuge, before they owned the preserve property.
Olivia pushed herself up onto wobbly legs, her stomach lurched, and before she could blink, vomit spewed. She retched hard, falling onto her hands and knees, weak and crying, something she hadn’t done since Ray’s funeral. As if on cue, all the lights popped on, illuminating her shadow against the barn wall.
Oh, that’s lovely. Damn power company.
A howl, and then another and another, echoed from different locations in the forest. Her forest, her wildlife preserve, not a place for a beast like her visitor, and most definitely not a place for the aggressive lot in the forest. She swiped her face with the bottom of her shirt and looked toward the woods.
About thirty yards away in the mowed meadow, her wolf circled with another, close-in-size, milky-eyed wolf with a deformed face, both spot-lighted in the yard light. They flashed razor sharp teeth and glowing eyes, with the exception of the one’s coated eye. Their vicious growls and snapping jaws filled the air. Olivia found her tranq gun on the ground and grabbed it. By the time she turned for a shot, she saw the tail end of both wolves leaping into the woods, her wolf chasing the other.
Olivia leaned against the barn, adjusting her position in accordance with her pain. She thought of the curious readings she sensed from her wolf, not sure of their meaning. She never questioned first impressions from readings anymore. Years of experiences proved first intuitive readings rang as authentic truth in almost every case.
She closed her eyes and pictured her wolf looking at her for the first time, the way his head snapped in her direction and how their gazes met and connected. She touched her neck, sliding fingertips up her cheek where his tongue touched her skin.
Her breath caught, heart raced, and her eyes opened wide. She laughed out loud, maybe in relief, maybe in a small fit of hysteria, or maybe because she consider that wolf as “her” wolf. Her “stimulation” readings from him threw her off, knowing it wasn’t a possibility.
About Kay Dee
Kay Dee Royal writes paranormal and fantasy erotic romance—maybe because it’s also her favorite genre to read! She pens tales with wild, rugged heroes and strong, intelligent heroines. She’ll give them both a few shadowy secrets, making her stories intriguing and fun. She resides in Southern Michigan with her family (her dogs, her cats, her caged husband… you get the idea) You can reach her at her blog and find the latest on her titles from her publisher, MuseItHot.
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