Alyssa Brooks

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Roaring Regency Rogue

NASH HAMMOND

from Deceived by Desire

by Larissa Lyons

Available January 16th from Ellora's Cave!!

A whore without any whoring credentials? Laney’s convinced she can pretend well enough, after all, she’s pretended to be a mistress for years.

On the run from his damnable conscience, Nash Hammond wants only two things—his wenches wild and willing, and his liquor strong and smooth. What he doesn’t need is a virgin!

Only problem is, Nash develops an affinity for the deceitful Laney—the “whore” who gives a man reason to hope.

FYI: Includes anal sex, multi-gender spanking and lots of growling.

Alyssa: Welcome to a VERY special edition of Slip Between the Sheets! This week we’re featuring Larissa Lyons, my writing partner, whom many of you know is very near and dear to me. Tomorrow marks the release of Larissa’s second Roaring Rogues story from Ellora’s Cave and we’re talking today with the very ferocious, very sexy Nash Hammond from Deceived by Desire.

Rweowww, Mr. Nash! Please, come into my office. Get comfortable. I'm delighted your owner, Larissa Lyons, was kind enough to let us borrow you for today. Hope she won't mind terribly the indelicate questions I tend to ask.

Nash Hammond [aghast at the notion]: Owner? I daresay there’s certainly no leash around this neck! Ahem, well...not unless you count the silky blue sash I was recently snared with, but the details on that aren’t something I want the public made privy to, not just yet.

Alyssa: It’s a habit of mine to always start my interviews off with a bang. Since I rather prefer envisioning a sexy cat-man as yourself free from the confines of underwear—or clothes all together—I think I’ll ask something different this time. So tell me, when you shift forms, do your...ah...male parts enhance? What I mean is, do they get bigger?

Nash [while confidently splaying legs...because what manner of man that prowls at times as a lion has need for clothing?]: My word, you must digress into naughty realms if you’re so bolding inquiring whether my ballocks and bayonet burst forth in all their feline glory when I do. As Mr. Shakespeare once wrote, in answer to whether a prick could fulfill all sexual practices, “It must be a cock of most monstrous size”. I will leave you with that image, my lady.

Alyssa: It’s an image I thank you for, indeed! So tell me more about your shapeshifting talent. Is this an ability you can control, or one that controls you?

Nash [narrowing gaze, but answering nevertheless]: Approaching very personal territory, aren’t you Miss Brooks, inquiring about The Curse? Very well. The truth is that until recently, it totally controlled me, I’m shamed to confess. But something happened when I met a deceitful, adorable—at least I hope she’s adorable, haven’t had a chance yet to gaze upon her features—atrocious-hat wearing female who’s brought about a whole new element regarding the family curse. Almost makes me proud to lose control and roar and growl and do all manner of rough lovemaking type things, she does.

Alyssa: And if she weren’t? Adorable, I mean. What then would you prefer—the hats or the whore (said in good humor, I swear!)?

Nash [tossing back the long fall of hair hanging in his face]: I vow, her looks don’t mean beans, not to me. Not when she’s the first female to touch this [thumping in the vicinity of his heart with a broad palm] in memory. Not when she has the voice of an angel, the manner of a lady and the gumption to meet me toe-to-toe, or slipper-to-boot if you will, both in bed and out. But how I hate her confounded hats!

Alyssa: I’m curious—what does a Regency period, lion-shifting man such as yourself do with his time? When you’re not roaring and growling and making wild love?

Nash [looking abashed]: Ah, my lady, and isn’t that the crux of it? A second son, born without expectations of a title yet with a curse such as mine? Useless am I. Not fit for serving King or country, certainly not for entering the clergy. What do I do with my time? Until last week, I roamed the countryside—both that of England and abroad—amusing myself with bits of Shakespeare and bits of muslin. Always longing, deep down, for a horse of my own, a home of my own...a woman of my own.

Alyssa: Then why, cursed Mr. Nash, with the gorgeous lips and bulging ballocks, didn't you simply buy a horse? A home? A woman?

Nash [whose gorgeous lips now curve in the most relaxed smile yet]: Whether it be assuming the care for a horse or a home, or my deceitful darling Laney, wench of new acquaintance, it wasn't until recent days that I finally felt worthy of such, thanks to her. I now proclaim it loud and clear—Nash Hammond is in love and ready to set up his stables—and his nursery!

Alyssa: A nursery? Tell me, will your children also suffer the curse?

Nash [starting to rise]: The boys will, of a certainty, but my lovely lady has convinced me ’tis a blessing I carry, rather than a curse. I thank you for your hospitality, but must confess to sitting upon thorns in my eagerness to return to my private chambers where, no doubt, her special brand of “deceit” lies in wait to entertain me on yon bed.

Alyssa: And on that endearing note, Mr. Nash, I agree it’s time to wrap this interview up and let you return to your dear Laney and start making those cuddly cubs. But one last request. You spoke of Shakespeare. Would you like to leave us with your favorite quote?

Nash [bowing low (& just before exchanging his skin for fur, his nails for claws...the better to be on his way out the open window) ]: “Let me play the lion too: I will roar, that I will…”

And I hope everyone had a roaring great time reading this interview with Larissa Lyons’ wonderful creation and Regency gentleman, Nash Hammond, starring in Deceived by Desire available Friday, January 16th from Ellora’s Cave.

Visit Larissa’s website for more! http://www.larissalyons.com

Until next time,

Alyssa

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		*Slip Between the Sheets with…* Roaring Regency Rogue NASH HAMMOND from Deceived by Desire by Larissa Lyons Available January 16th from Ellora's Cave!! *A whore without any whoring credentials? Laney’s convinced she can pretend well enough, after all, she’s pretended* to be a mistress for years. On the run from his damnable conscience, Nash Hammond wants only two things—his wenches wild and willing, and his liquor strong and smooth. What he doesn’t need is a virgin! Only problem is, Nash develops an affinity for the deceitful Laney—the “whore” who gives a man reason to hope. FYI: Includes anal sex, multi-gender spanking and lots of growling. Alyssa:** Welcome to a VERY special edition of Slip Between the Sheets! This week we’re featuring Larissa Lyons, my writing partner, whom many of you know is very near and dear to me. Tomorrow marks the release of Larissa’s second Roaring Rogues story from Ellora’s Cave and we’re talking today with the very ferocious, very sexy Nash Hammond from Deceived by Desire. Rweowww, Mr. Nash! Please, come into my office. Get comfortable. I'm delighted your owner, Larissa Lyons, was kind enough to let us borrow you for today. Hope she won't mind terribly the indelicate questions I tend to ask. Nash Hammond [aghast at the notion]: Owner? I daresay there’s certainly no leash around this neck! Ahem, well...not unless you count the silky blue sash I was recently snared with, but the details on that aren’t something I want the public made privy to, not just yet. Alyssa: It’s a habit of mine to always start my interviews off with a bang. Since I rather prefer envisioning a sexy cat-man as yourself free from the confines of underwear—or clothes all together—I think I’ll ask something different this time. So tell me, when you shift forms, do your...ah...male parts enhance? What I mean is, do they get bigger? Nash [while confidently splaying legs...because what manner of man that prowls at times as a lion has need for clothing?]: My word, you must digress into naughty realms if you’re so bolding inquiring whether my ballocks and bayonet burst forth in all their feline glory when I do. As Mr. Shakespeare once wrote, in answer to whether a prick could fulfill all sexual practices, “It must be a cock of most monstrous size”. I will leave you with that image, my lady. Alyssa: It’s an image I thank you for, indeed! So tell me more about your shapeshifting talent. Is this an ability you can control, or one that controls you? Nash [narrowing gaze, but answering nevertheless]: Approaching very personal territory, aren’t you Miss Brooks, inquiring about The Curse? Very well. The truth is that until recently, it totally controlled me, I’m shamed to confess. But something happened when I met a deceitful, adorable—at least I hope she’s adorable, haven’t had a chance yet to gaze upon her features—atrocious-hat wearing female who’s brought about a whole new element regarding the family curse. Almost makes me proud to lose control and roar and growl and do all manner of rough lovemaking type things, she does. Alyssa: And if she weren’t? Adorable, I mean. What then would you prefer—the hats or the whore (said in good humor, I swear!)? Nash [tossing back the long fall of hair hanging in his face]: I vow, her looks don’t mean beans, not to me. Not when she’s the first female to touch this [thumping in the vicinity of his heart with a broad palm] in memory. Not when she has the voice of an angel, the manner of a lady and the gumption to meet me toe-to-toe, or slipper-to-boot if you will, both in bed and out. But how I hate her confounded hats! Alyssa: I’m curious—what does a Regency period, lion-shifting man such as yourself do with his time? When you’re not roaring and growling and making wild love? Nash [looking abashed]: Ah, my lady, and isn’t that the crux of it? A second son, born without expectations of a title yet with a curse such as mine? Useless am I. Not fit for serving King or country, certainly not for entering the clergy. What do I do with my time? Until last week, I roamed the countryside—both that of England and abroad—amusing myself with bits of Shakespeare and bits of muslin. Always longing, deep down, for a horse of my own, a home of my own...a woman of my own. Alyssa: Then why, cursed Mr. Nash, with the gorgeous lips and bulging ballocks, didn't you simply buy a horse? A home? A woman? Nash [whose gorgeous lips now curve in the most relaxed smile yet]: Whether it be assuming the care for a horse or a home, or my deceitful darling Laney, wench of new acquaintance, it wasn't until recent days that I finally felt worthy of such, thanks to her. I now proclaim it loud and clear—Nash Hammond is in love and ready to set up his stables—and his nursery! Alyssa: A nursery? Tell me, will your children also suffer the curse? Nash [starting to rise]: The boys will, of a certainty, but my lovely lady has convinced me ’tis a blessing I carry, rather than a curse. I thank you for your hospitality, but must confess to sitting upon thorns in my eagerness to return to my private chambers where, no doubt, her special brand of “deceit” lies in wait to entertain me on yon bed. Alyssa: And on that endearing note, Mr. Nash, I agree it’s time to wrap this interview up and let you return to your dear Laney and start making those cuddly cubs. But one last request. You spoke of Shakespeare. Would you like to leave us with your favorite quote? Nash [bowing low (& just before exchanging his skin for fur, his nails for claws...the better to be on his way out the open window) ]: “Let me play the lion too: I will roar, that I will…” And I hope everyone had a roaring great time reading this interview with Larissa Lyons’ wonderful creation and Regency gentleman, Nash Hammond, starring in Deceived by Desire available Friday, January 16th from Ellora’s Cave. Visit Larissa’s website for more! http://www.larissalyons.com Until next time, Alyssa Back to Extras TOP Website Design by Crocodesigns \|\| © Copyright 2008 Alyssa Brooks. All rights reserved.