Monday, November 5, 2012

Book Tour for I Heard Your Voice by Tanith Davenport (Guest Post & GIVEAWAY)


The paranormal world just got a little bigger with Tanith Davenport's new release, I Heard Your Voice.  This sexy novella makes you think of those paranormal reality shows in a whole new way.  So help me in welcoming Tanith who's giving us a sneak peek into her new book as well as letting you all in on a great giveaway.....

A geeky hero....

Despite the stereotype that women love a tall, dark, handsome man, I’ve always loved a geek. Maybe it’s the intelligence. Maybe it’s the lack of excessive muscle. In any case, I Heard Your Voice gave me the opportunity to write a geeky hero – Jason Bray.

Jason is a paranormal investigator, so it makes sense for him to be a nerd. When you’re investigating ghosts, you don’t need some musclebound alpha male best suited for punching walls – you need someone who knows his way round the equipment, from K2 meters to EVP recorders. If I’m faced with an insistent spirit, I’ll take the beanie-hatted nerd with the microphone over the body-builder any day.

Besides, every hero needs a contrasting antagonist to throw his good qualities into their best light, and that person is the team medium Reed James – arrogant, charming, self-absorbed, and with an ego so large it can barely fit in the room.

And let’s face it, Jason is absolutely adorable. Well, I think so anyway. He’s just a genuinely nice guy who wants to take care of my heroine, Tamar, no matter what kind of scrapes she gets into – or what mischievous ghosts she attracts. And with the weirdery that surrounds Tamar when she discovers she can raise spirits by singing, Jason’s normality is exactly what she will need.



Tamar Steele’s life was never supposed to be like this. A sensitive working with a team of paranormal investigators, she is trapped in a loveless relationship with the team’s medium, Reed James, who believes that having sex on haunted ground enhances paranormal activity. Tamar maintains their partnership for the sake of the crew, forcing herself to ignore the burgeoning sexual tension between her and fellow investigator Jason Bray.
Until one night when, alone and bored, Tamar sings to herself and is knocked to the ground by an invisible force. Somehow she is able to invoke spirits with the power of her voice. And one particular sexy, matchmaking spirit is determined to turn her life upside down.
EXCERPT:
The car park was deserted, shadowy. They crossed to the left-hand corner, not speaking, not touching. Tamar unbuttoned her coat as they walked and let it hang open as she unfastened her jeans. As she unlocked the door, she heard a rustle behind her, but didn’t turn round. That would be Reed retrieving a condom.
Opening the rear door, she threw her coat into the footwell before climbing inside on all fours. The seat bounced beneath her as Reed crawled in behind her—then the car rocked slightly with the slam of the door.
She felt his hands tug at her waistband, taking her knickers with it, then his warm weight was on her back and her thighs parted automatically as she felt him enter her on the first thrust.
“Oh yeah,” Reed breathed in her ear. “So tight.”
One of his hands slid under her sweater, pushing her bra upwards to caress her bare breast. Tamar gasped as his thumb ran over one pebbled nipple, the sensation sparking something inside her. She ran her hand down her body to the fork of her thighs, already wet, and toyed with her soft folds.
Reed groaned, his movements quickening, his hips crashing against hers with every thrust. Clutching at the seat, Tamar pressed her fingers to her clit, moaning, her pleasure beginning to mount. She dropped her head onto her arm, muffling her cries in her sleeve as her body jolted under Reed’s, his voice echoing inside the car, oh God and yes and fuck and she was so close, so fucking close—tingling, aching, needing, yes
“Oh!” Reed gasped and tightened his arms around her, crushing her to him. Tamar arched and groaned, grinding out her own orgasm against her hand.
For a second they were still, both trembling with aftershocks.
Then Reed let Tamar drop heavily onto the seat, rolling himself into a seated position. Tamar shifted onto her side and watched him peel off the condom—unceremoniously dropping it onto the floor - and swiftly re-fasten his jeans before closing his eyes and touching his index fingers to his temples.
“Yes. Oh, I am on fire tonight.” He raised a fist in the air in triumph. “Go me!”
Then, without another look or word, he opened the car door and was gone, slamming it behind him with a force that rocked the chassis.
Rolling onto her back, Tamar pulled up her knickers and jeans. She cast a glance of distaste at the leaking condom and climbed out of the car, wincing slightly as another stab of pain wracked her body. Reeds ritual had done her back no favours.


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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Tanith Davenport lives in Yorkshire with her long-suffering husband and pampered cats. Her interests range wildly between rock music and modern cinema to medieval literature and the language of flowers. She loves to travel and dreams of one day taking a driving tour of the United States, preferably in a classic 1950s pink Cadillac Eldorado.
Tanith's idea of heaven is an Indian head massage with a Mojito at her side.

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2 comments:

  1. As the wife of a software engineer I too love geeks! This looks great I love ghost and ghost hunting too. Carin
    mawmom at gmail dot com

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