The Open Season Party Rocks On...

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Excerpt from Open Season by Cassandra Curtis, ©2012.

Whether the humans only acted as observers, or full participants in the hunt, he knew the decision would mean sweeping changes to his people’s way of life…and his own. The opportunity to call Season his life mate should be worth any price—except her safety. He’d do anything, including push her away, to keep her safe from harm.

If he showed too much care for her welfare, or treated her any differently than other fawns he’d trained in the past, his enemies would know. The war had already placed a high a burden on him, and cost him dearly. Ignoring Season pained him, but losing her through an act of revenge or retribution for something he’d done in the war, twisted his guts in knots.

Quinn stretched, back arched, his shoulders pulled forward in preparation for the change. Dense connective tissue twined together, forming elongated fingers on the underside of his arms. Leathery membrane grew between the new cartilage and bone. Stretched from wing tip to tip, the span neared twenty feet long.

He lowered onto his haunches and gazed one last time at the building across the street. Smoke unfurled from his flared nostrils as he saw Nalita lock the heavy double doors and chain them tight. She turned, a stun-stick in her hand. Good girl. The weapon was a nasty piece of work, hard to obtain unless you had connections inside the police force or within the upper echelon of black marketers—both of which Nalita had.

“I take it we’re not driving?” Jace dropped to his knees, as similar bat-like wings sprouted from his back. His clothes dissolved beneath shiny blue and gold scales, absorbed into his very DNA matrix.

“Not this time. We fly!” Quinn stepped off the roof and soared into the emerging dawn of an amethyst streaked sky.

***CONTEST ALERT***

What colors are Jace's scales?
Leave a comment on this post with your answer to the question and you'll be entered into the drawing for prize D. Winner will be drawn from all correct entries.
Contest ends Monday, Feb. 20, 2012 at midnight. Good Luck!

Book Launch Party continues...

If you haven't entered the contest for door prize A, please scroll down to the next post and place your drink order with my bartender, Manuel. ;-) If you have then you'll want to read all the posts today so you can enter all my contests. :-)

I'd like to tell you a little about how I came up with the hawtest, raciest, and raunchiest romance I've ever written...it started with a dream. The most wicked, intense, and sizzlin' hot dream I'd ever had. In the dream, I was on a futuristic world, a colony of Earth. Except we were not the first sentient life forms to arrive. Oh no, the little planet had a native species that lived among the craggy mountains to the far north of the main space port hub.

We humans started a war on the colony world by not realizing the Dragonkind were anything more than pesky flying reptiles we had to eliminate. When they defended themselves, the fighting was on! We had technology and scared colonists with a few ex-space marines, they had the ability to blend into our pre-fab cities and strike us from the air at will in greater numbers.

By the time humans realized the creatures were sentient shapeshifters and why they didn't appreciate our presence on their world, the war had lasted years, populations of both parties decimated, forcing both sides into a stalemate, and an uneasy truce. As time passed, and new generations were born who did not participate in the war, some of the more adventurous humans developed an alliance based on shared needs. While considered taboo by most of the colonists, sexually submissive men and women chose to enter into relationships with the naturally dominant Dragons, becoming "fawns" or bottoms to their master dragon.

In the vivid dream, I was a human who owned and operated a dungeon/adult nightclub in the biggest city on the planet, and which catered to all species. When I woke up from the dream, I knew I had to use that place as the setting for a story. Thus Nalita's Dungeon Club was born. From that point, the characters started lining up for my attention, waiting (not so patiently) to be interviewed. The plot began forming after interviewing the hero of my story, Quinn Drakken.

When I closed my eyes, I could see him clearly. A sexy blend of actors Sean Faris and Joe Manganiello—only with very dark, auburn hair and of course, much older—thinking dragon years. :p

***Contest Alert***

How would you like to win a prize? Up for grabs is prize B on the list. To enter, all you have to do is email me at cass [at] cassandra curtis [dot] com (no spaces) with your snail mail address and I'll pick a winner from among all the entries I receive. This contest ends Monday, Feb. 20, 2012 at midnight. The winner will be announced here on my blog Tuesday. :-) Good Luck!

The Drawing for the Amulet & the Bonus Contests

All the entries were wadded into tiny balls and laid on the rug for Snowy, my American Shorthair cat to choose. She decided they might be food and tried to eat them. Since more than one made it into her mouth as a snack, I pulled them out and tried again. This time I decided to draw the winner myself. And although I was sorely tempted to chew on a few first, I managed to rein in my impulse. LOL

The first name drawn from the box and the winner of the amulet is….Rhonda Stapleton! Congratulations, Rhonda! Please email me with your snail addy and I will get your prize out to you asap.

The bonus contest: The person with the most entries wins a Sensual Scents gift box. The bonus contest winner is: a tie! According to my records, both Debbie and Jennifer each have 29 correct guesses! So each of you will win a gift set! Congratulations! Please email me with your snail addresses, too.

Thank you all for sharing a part of your day with me. I hope you all enjoyed the Symbols of Prophecy Contest and will tell your friends. More contests will be on the way.

All the Best,
Cassandra