Writer With Sizzle: Cherish D’Angelo

A Steamy Interview with romantic suspense author Cherish D’Angelo

Cherish: Thank you for allowing me to guest on your blog during my Cherish the Romance Virtual Book Tour, which launches my contemporary romantic suspense, Lancelot’s Lady. I’m always happy to answer interview questions.

Lia: It’s great to have you, Cherish! First question – Have you ever cried or laughed out loud while writing a scene?

Cherish: I’ve done both. With Lancelot’s Lady, I recall laughing out loud when I wrote a particular scene where Jonathan sneaks up on Rhianna while she’s swimming in a moonlit pool in the woods. I also chuckled when he points out something in the water that really freaks her out and results in a very comical situation.

I cried at the end of Lancelot’s Lady, while writing the epilogue. It’s just so emotional and touching and bittersweet.

Lia: What’s your secret to writing a steamy scene?

Cherish: Three things: a very vivid imagination, the ability to research nearly anything and lots of ice water.

Lia: LOL! Ice water is an essential. Where is the wildest place your characters have had sexual relations?

Cherish: On the rock slab behind the waterfall.

Lia: Ooh, I have a fascination with waterfalls! I must read. Which scene in your book do you think will leave the reading squirming in their seat?

Cherish: Definitely the scene in Jonathan’s cabin where he treats Rhianna to some sensual pleasure by painting her. And I don’t mean her portrait. What that man can do with a brush! Sigh…

Lia: You have me intrigued, to say the least. Reading on…

Teaser excerpt:

Rhianna could feel his breath on the place where her legs met. It sent tingles through her body, and all her thoughts of confrontation flew out the window. How could she possibly think with Jonathan kneeling before her, asking her to trust him?

“Lie down on the sofa,” he told her.

When she was positioned on her back, he studied her. Then he raised one of her legs.

“Like that,” he said.

She watched him move to the table by the easel and squeeze various paint tubes onto a wooden palette. With three brushes in his hand and the palette, he approached her.

“What are you doing?” she asked, confused.

He smiled. “I’m painting you.”

“Shouldn’t you be working on canvas?”

“You’re my canvas.”

Rhianna’s heart fluttered. “You can’t put paint on me. I’ll never get it off.”

“These are watercolors. Very safe on the skin and they’ll come off in the shower.”

Her eyes widened. “But―”

“You said you trust me, Rhianna.”

“I do.”

“Then close your eyes and be my canvas.”

She did as he asked, holding her breath, waiting for the first touch of paint.

“This is a wandering vine,” he said as the cool tip of a brush moved down the side of her neck in flowing swirls toward her right breast.

Rhianna quivered when another brush stroke slid under her breast, then upward very slowly, ending just below her nipple. She gasped at the erotic sensations it caused. The soft strokes reminded her of his tongue caressing her skin.

“This is a hibiscus, just opening to the sun,” Jonathan said, his voice hoarse.

The brush swirled over her breast and a moan escaped. When cool paint circled the tender nub, she clamped her legs together in response.

“Be still,” he whispered.

He added curves and curls in agonizingly fluid motions, until she was nearly going out of her mind. What she wanted―what she needed―had nothing to do with paint and brushes.

A warm hand slide up her thigh.

“Relax,” he murmured. “Trust me.”

Another swipe of paint left an icy trail from her breast down to her belly button. She thought he’d stop there, but he didn’t. The tip of the brush swirled lower, then veered off to one side before curling inward along the inside of her thigh. He did this on the other side, then slowly parted her legs.

She heard a hiss of breath. Not hers. Jonathan’s.

“I trust you,” she said. “Completely.”

Lia: I have chills! SEXY excerpt. For those of you who’d like to know more (I know I do), here’s more infomation about Cherish’s novel and book tour:

Lancelot’s Lady ~ A Bahamas holiday from dying billionaire JT Lance, a man with a dark secret, leads palliative nurse Rhianna McLeod to Jonathan, a man with his own troubled past, and Rhianna finds herself drawn to the handsome recluse, while unbeknownst to her, someone with a horrific plan is hunting her down.

Lancelot’s Lady is available in ebook edition at KoboBooks, Amazon’s Kindle Store, Smashwords and other ebook retailers. Help me celebrate by picking up a copy today and “Cherish the romance…”

You can learn more about Lancelot’s Lady and Cherish D’Angelo (aka Cheryl Kaye Tardif) at http://www.cherishdangelo.com/ and http://www.cherylktardif.blogspot.com/. Follow Cherish from September 27 to October 10 on her Cherish the Romance Virtual Book Tour and win prizes.

Lia: Cherish’s question for the readers:

Cherish: Where do you read most―on the couch, in bed, in the bath, on a bus, at work?

WereSlave – Excerpt #3 (Adult content)

Excerpt #3:

Mace raked his gaze down to the lush cleavage spilling from her dress. He gave up trying to fight the attraction. It was an impossible mission. The wolf inside of him, the part that was difficult to control, was clawing to be released, weakening his human side. It had been too long since he’d transformed, too long since he’d felt the moon’s empowering glow.

He gritted his jaw. How simple it would be to break through the boarded windows and run into the night. But leaving wasn’t an option as long as his pack was imprisoned. Which wouldn’t be for much longer if Nayla was honest about agreeing to feed them. If it were true, soon they might have enough strength to overpower the guards.

With his naïve Nayla occupied, they might have a better chance.

“Do you trust me, Mace?” She stared up at him, her eyes glossy against the dim light of the oil lamp. “I promise I’ll make your life pleasant. And I’ll be loyal to you.” She brushed her fingers down the center of his abdomen and her voice dropped to a sensual whisper. “If you continue to satisfy me, I’ll give you my all.”

His stomach clenched against her touch as pressure built in his groin. No, he’d not be so foolish as to put his life in this woman’s hands. But he’d gladly allow her to satisfy him for now. And, damn it if he didn’t want to give her more pleasure.

Like an addict reaching for his drug, Mace seized her wrist and pressed her hand against his erection. His blood coursed through his body, rushing toward her touch as she wrapped her cool, soft fingers around his cock.

He inhaled a rough breath and guided her up and down his shaft. With his hypersensitive Were senses on overload, he caught the musky scent of her pussy as she grew moist for him.

His balls knotted achingly tight. “Have you ever had a man in your mouth, Nayla?”

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WereSlave – Excerpt #2 (Adult content!)

Excerpt #2:

He stood before her naked with a roguish grin on his face. She’d almost forgotten how stunning he was. Almost. Her heart thumped and her temperature rose a few degrees as she searched his lean, muscled body for any type of restraint. But there were none.

“What? Are you feeling shy all of a sudden?” He gripped his beautiful cock. “Did you forget how this felt inside you?”

“That’s not an appropriate way to speak to me.” Her voice squeaked when she spoke and perspiration dampened her skin. Yes, she remembered exactly how he’d felt inside her. And she wanted it again.

“No? I’m simply beginning from where we left off last night.” He took a step closer. “No ‘fuck me, Mace’ tonight? No ‘have my body as you wish’?”

“That was in the throes of passion.” She stepped back.

“Be honest, Nayla. You want me chained. That’s what heats your blood, isn’t it? A WereSlave to fulfill your perverted desires.” His smile broadened.

“I’m not a pervert. Many Queens before me have chosen a Were as a lover for…for our needs. It’s very common.”

In a fluid motion, he closed the distance between them and lifted his hands to cup her face. “What if I don’t wish to be chosen as your sex slave?” Frowning now, his gaze lingered on her lips. “What if I choose to kidnap you? What if I tied you up and used your body whenever I had needs? Would that make me an animal?”

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Lia Slater

Another Excerpt (Adult content!!) – "The Ice Scene"

Fatal Exposure – Available now from http://www.wilderroses.com/, http://www.amazon.com/, & http://www.barnesandnoble.com/

Excerpt (Adult):

He sat up, selected a new piece of ice, and dropped it onto her stomach.

Ava gasped from the sudden chill against her feverish skin.

“It’s okay, baby. I’ll make it feel better.” He pressed on the cube with his palm and slid it over her navel. His mouth followed the path, kissing and licking her skin.

When he reached her trembling mound, his lips halted but his hand kept going. Over and in, he directed the shrinking ice.

Ava shuddered at the clash of cold on heat.

“Fuck,” he mumbled. “It melted.” He grabbed for another cube and then paused, looking her over as if planning his attack.

After setting the ice next to her, he took hold of her legs and slid her to the edge of the mattress.

Ava wanted to ask what the hell he was doing, but clamped her mouth shut, afraid he’d waste time by answering her. Just as long as he was touching her in some way, she was pleased…no, ecstatic.

Her legs and half of her ass were off the bed, her feet planted on the floor. Kade picked up the ice again and knelt down before her, out of her view.

Without warning, she felt a cold sting on her clit. She tried to bring her legs together, but he was in the way. He coerced them apart, as far as they could go.

“Let me do this.” He sounded a mile away, his voice echoing around her.

“What is it that you’re trying to do?” Ava attempted to sit up, but he forced her back down with one large hand.

“Just relax. I’m not going to hurt you.” His tone was calm and tender. “Trust me. I want to make you feel good.”

At that, Ava lay back down and waited, staring up at the ceiling. Trust wasn’t something that came easily to her. Not after losing her parents as a small child or being thrown out into the world alone at the ripe age of seventeen. And especially not after what Zack had put her through.

But Kade was different. Somehow she could sense he’d never harm her. Never put her in danger. After all, he had been there to help her escape from Jarred. Who knew what could have happened if he hadn’t shown up.

Another frosty pinch nipped at her as he stroked the ice against her clit, but this time it was quickly followed up with the warmth and softness of his tongue. It was odd how pain and pleasure went so well together.

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Fatal Exposure Release Day & Excerpt!!

FATAL EXPOSURE is available today in eBook and paperback!

Praise for Fatal Exposure:

“FATAL EXPOSURE is an exciting read with edge-of-the-seat suspense. Kade is perfectly flawed and the perfect solution to Ava’s troubles. Scorching hot sex, thrilling action and an explosive climax.”

~KyAnn Waters, author of Hot Blooded and Executive Positions


Deception brings them together. Exposure can tear them apart.

Taking off her clothes every night for the patrons of Hothouse Gentleman’s Club was never part of Ava Lureau’s life plan, but the sleazy strip joint was the last place her powerful ex-boyfriend would think to look for her. A life on the run kept Ava safe…but lonely. So when a ruggedly sexy stranger shows up and a lap dance becomes more than another dollar in her G-string, she takes a chance.

Kade Gavin’s job is simple—capture his target and deliver her to the man who hired him. Nothing but a paycheck matters in Kade’s bleak existence…until the enticing stripper with soft curves and a puzzling persona climbs into his bed–and under his skin.

Teaser excerpt (Adult content):

He spread her dark coppery hair out on the white pillow and wondered for a moment what she looked like with her natural blonde color. Too bad he wasn’t going to be able to see that. After everything was said and done, she’d leave here angry and hating him, never wanting to see him again. Which, of course, was for the best.

At least she would be safe. At least she’d be alive and well and not at the hands of some maniacal dickhead. But for now, while she was in his home, he’d take care of her, make sure she was comfortable. Protect her.

The room was warm enough to get her out of her jeans and sweater. He worked with the tiny buttons and slid her top off, exposing her bare breasts.

She stirred slightly and one of her hands brushed her budding nipple.

He grew hard at the sight. I’m such a bastard.

But he couldn’t stop now. She needed to sleep comfortably, he told himself as he tugged her jeans off and then took in the full view of her body. Creamy skin. Ample, perky breasts. Rosy pink nipples. Supple, curvy hips. Flat, smooth stomach. Her skimpy red panties that barely covered her—

Snap out of it. Kade tucked her under the safety of the comforter and forced himself to the bathroom. He splashed his face with ice-cold water but still couldn’t relieve himself of the desire that was imbedded in him.

It’s not right.

He’d known that from the very moment he’d realized she was his target. But that hadn’t changed his feelings for her, how she tempted him. How he never wanted to let her go. He showered and brushed his teeth, trying to erase the image of her body lying naked on his bed.

Nothing could happen. Not tonight. Not again.


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Tomorrow’s the day!

Fatal Exposure’s official release day is tomorrow, September 25th, when it’ll be available as an eBook as well as in paperback from http://www.wilderroses.com/.

Here’s an excerpt (Rated VERY ‘R’ so get out of here if you’re under 18, got it, or I’ll tell your mom. The rest of you enjoy!):

Ava rested her hands on his massive chest when he wedged himself between her thighs. She couldn’t keep from staring at him. Every inch of his naked body was toned to perfection, leaving her craving to trace her fingers over the strength of his muscles. He had a few scars here and there, but the one that grabbed her attention was the circular indentation on his left shoulder.

A gunshot wound? She lightly brushed her hand over it.

“Iraq,” he murmured as if that would explain how he’d been shot. And sadly, it did. Obviously, he’d been in combat. He’d fought for their country. Which had to mean he was a man of integrity, a man of honor. Right?

She clenched her eyes shut and tried to stop her bustling mind from over-analyzing. This was sex with a hot guy and nothing more. He was nothing more.

He dug his fists into the mattress on either side of her head before dipping his mouth to softly kiss her top lip and then her bottom. His tongue slipped between the two, parting them. Gently, patiently—a kiss she’d never experienced from a man.

He baited her, and Ava responded by opening for him, sliding her tongue along his. He tasted of a mixture of cinnamon, quiet confidence, and restrained power.

Who was he? She didn’t even know his last name, but every fiber of fear in her body was disappearing as he manipulated her mouth with his skilled tongue. It owned her and she wasn’t protesting.

His large, hardened cock pressed against the wetness between her thighs, tempting her. She could only imagine what he was going to feel like inside.

Daring to seek more, she lifted her pelvis and grazed her pussy against his hard shaft. He was thicker and larger than either of the two lovers she’d had in the past. And she was sure he would bring sensations that would stretch and push her to limits she’d never known.

“Fuck me,” she heard herself saying, impatiently, shocking herself.

His eyes opened and met hers, no longer the ice cold color, but a blue that reminded her of a tantalizing hot, bubble bath.

Ava took a desperately needed breath. “Please.”

He grinned, sensually, devilishly, as if he had plans beyond her realm of fantasy. She pursed her mouth shut, thinking she’d most likely bitten off more than she could chew.

His upper half dropped onto his elbows, resting his solid chest against her sensitive breasts. She prepared herself for the roughness she thought he was capable of, but instead, she received soft kisses down her jaw line onto her neck. He licked the crevice behind her ear and gently nibbled a path to the area just above her shoulder.

Ava trembled at his touch and wrapped her legs around his waist, preparing for him to enter her, wanting nothing more.

Copyright 2009

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