Pure & Sinful by Killian McRae Promo Post – Excerpt
Today we have a special excerpt post from Pure & Sinful, Killian McRae’s newest novel! We’d like to thank Killian for letting us share this with you today and we highly encourage you to give this book a read. Enjoy! =^.^=
Marc looked to Dee, waiting to be congratulated and declared an exemplar of iron-packing prodigies, as the weight-laden barbell kissed the ground. With the rate he was hitting up the equipment, a Mr. World prize wasn’t too absurd a goal, though the priest was sure the Vatican would disapprove if he showed up to the competition in nothing but a collar and a pair of Speedos.
What he got from the demigod, however, was a whole bunch of You’re expecting something from me? and an eye roll. “Half the soccer moms and forty-three percent of the old grannies who come in here can do twice the reps at that weight. Did you want a participation medal or something?”
Toweling off his sweat-glistened brow, out of breath, and feeling the San Andreas fault running the length of his biceps, Marc plopped on the bench next to his friend.
He glanced at the glossy spread. “Better Homes & Gardens?”
An eyebrow quirked in surprise as the priest just sat there, waiting for Dee to explain. Or to come out of the closet. Come to think of it, considering his flagrant womanizing….
“Look, just because I’m built like Schwarzenegger, run a gym, and get more tail than a lobster fisherman doesn’t mean a guy like me doesn’t eventually want to settle down and plant a tulip garden someday.”
“You’ll forgive my confusion, Dee, but you do a really good impression of someone who is perfectly happy with his relationships being … well, kinda brief.”
“I’ve lived a long, varied, and fruitful life, Marc. You haven’t known me all that long.”
Marc chuckled. “Four years isn’t long?”
“Relatively speaking? No.” The magazine closed as Dee took a very sincere posture. “Just how old do you think I am?”
From tip to toe, Dee was the embodiment of mature, yet youthful rock-hard muscle. Not a wrinkle or a grey hair breached his exterior. He could drink like an Irishman and pop up as fresh and sober as a Japanese executive the next morning.
The demigod was clearly amused. “Sixty-eight.”
“No, really…” Marc’s voice dissolved into a dismissive cackle. When Dee didn’t join him or let him in on the joke, he realized he was being sincere. “Holy shit, Dee. How the hell is that possible?”
“Good genes. Godly, even.”
“So you … You’re what, immortal?” Sure, he knew his demigod friend had some great genetics going on, but since Dee didn’t like to talk about his Greek relations and everything their existence culminated in, the topic had never come up.
Dee folded the magazine and put it under his arm. “Hell, no. Ain’t no such thing. Even the members of my divine family tree will die eventually. Some of them I kind of wish would sooner rather than later. But me? I just age slower. About twice as slow, actually. Side effect of the half-god thing. Why the hell do you think Sophia Loren looked so damned good well into her senior years?”
Marc was more than a little jealous. “Awesome.”
“Like hell!” The folded magazine dropped to the floor as Dee rose to his feet. “You try getting a date for prom when you look like a reject from the Barney school gang.”
About Pure & Sinful:
Goodreads Description – Statistician Riona Dade knows all about probabilities. Still, even she’d tell you the chances of discovering you’re a witch, being appointed to the demon-slaying trio known as the Pure Souls, and finding yourself sinfully attracted to a catholic priest who uses amen and other four-lettered words with equal enthusiasm are pretty slim. Also learning your ex was once Hell’s first-round draft pick, and realizing you’re a prize catch for Satan’s soul-damning quota leaves a girl feeling like she just won the lottery while being struck by lightning while riding a unicorn across Atlantis.Trying to keep her mind off role playing the Thornbirds with Father Angeletti, Riona leads the Pure Souls against a maniacal menagerie of Mephistopheles’s minions plaguing greater Boston. Giving in to lust is a direct flight to damnation for both her and the priest, leading Riona to distract herself by striking up a romance with her new, foxy neighbor, Lucy. But she can’t shake her attraction to Marcello, and as the tension between them grows thicker than a lumberjack’s beard, temptation may become too difficult to resist.How long can they deny the pull growing between them, knowing there will be Hell to pay?
Published – September 2012 by Tulip Noir Press
About the Author:
Killian McRae would tell you that she is a rather boring lass, an authoress whose characters’ lives are so much more exciting than her own. She would be right. Sadly, this sarcastic lexophile leads a rather mundane existence in the San Francisco Bay Area. She once dreamed of being the female Indiana Jones, and to that end she earned a degree in Middle Eastern History from the University of Michigan. However, when she learned that real archaeologist spend more time lovingly removing dust with toothbrushes from shards of pottery than outrunning intriguing villains with exotic accents, she decided to become a writer instead. She writes across many genres, including science fiction, fantasy, romance, and historical fiction.
Killian is a member of Stanford University’s Writer’s Certificate program and a PRO member of the Romance Writers of America.