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Book Heaven Wednesday Presents Cursed to Love by @AnnaLores #eroticromance #PNR #bookish

Title: Cursed To Love

Author: Anna Lores

Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Blooming Cactus Publishing, LLC

Book Blurb:

She's caught between two worlds. Her blood could be her demise. To save her life, will she choose to love the coven or the pack?

Meredith Kilpatrick doesn't have much time left. With a deadly curse running through her veins, she wants nothing more than to die in the arms of Vampire King Jeremy Hunter. But when her love refuses her choice to remain human and leaves her at the altar, she vows to spend her remaining time away from the world of supernatural beasts. Little does she know that her niece's upcoming nuptials will send her straight into a werewolf's embrace…

Dietrich Wolfgang sees Meredith as a true mate, and the alpha is willing to ignore her curse to make her his. But when the blight on her blood puts his entire pack at risk, there's only one person who can help. Dietrich must enlist the vampire king to set things right…

With the people she loves in danger, can Meredith survive her affliction and finally make her eternal choice between a vampire and a werewolf?

Cursed to Love is a standalone paranormal romance novel and a spinoff from the sensual novel One Night of Love. If you like powerful paranormal chemistry, sexy vampires and werewolves, and scenes of passion, then you'll love Anna Lores's risqué read.


Mere tilted her head to the side and the raw fury in her eyes lessened. “Are you legally blind? Can you drive? Did you know you were grabbing my ass?”

The softer side of her voice called to his beast.

“I can drive, although I don’t. It’s safer that way.” He held back from explaining his sight was fine, but when his wolf’s power surfaced his eyes changed to more of a snow white, making him look blind, but they allowed him to see spiritual and energy variances others lived their entire lives unaware of. “I’m sorry I got touchy with you, even though you were talking dirty to me.”

She shuddered. “Don’t do it again.” The bold red in her face drained to a lighter shade of pink. “Do you need me to lead, so you don’t bump into anyone?”

My sight is better than yours. He offered his hand to her. “Following isn’t really my thing. I’ll keep you safe from everyone else’s unwanted touch.”

She placed her small hand in his. A jolt of electricity like none he’d ever felt before struck the center of his heart at her tender touch.

The gentle strumming of a guitar resounded from the speakers. A sorrowful female voice filled the room.

“One moment you were with me. One moment you were gone…” the woman sang. “One chance to be your lover. One dream vanished before dawn…”

He tugged at her hand, and she stepped into his personal space.

She curled her hands around the back collar of his white shirt. “Do not make me regret this.”

He slid his hands to the small of her back and nudged her closer. “No regrets, beautiful.”

She inhaled and softened against him.

“Your voice. Your lips. Your kiss. I’ll cherish…” the woman sang.

Meredith raised her chin and the haze of the mating trance covered her gorgeous eyes. “You’re not part fish, are you?”

“No,” he chuckled. Are you fascinated by the men of the sea?

“You smell so dang good,” she mumbled. “I want to touch you.”

“Do it,” he whispered. You want me. I want you. Yet, you resist. Why?

Her hands glided down his arms at her back and lingered at the cuffs. Almost there. Slide your wrists into my hand behind your back. Surrender. I will reward you with a—

Electricity sizzled down to the tips of his toes and dove into the depths of his beast’s spirit as her fingers grazed the inside of his wrists along the heels of his palms. Vibrant colors exploded around him in layers of turbulent waves. Thousands of intricate ripples of intense energy unlike any he’d experienced flowed into him. A vision from her moved through his mind.

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Author Biography:

An avid romance reader, Anna Lores started writing steamy romance novels as a by-product of insomnia. One night, with a nudge from her husband to write a book, Anna borrowed her son's laptop and set about breathing life to her very own characters. After a month, she was surprised with a new laptop of her own to pursue her dreams of writing sensual happily ever afters.

The desire to fill her world with wonderful stories she and her close friends could not just talk about but gush over, keeps Anna's fingers racing to keep up with her imagination. As the rest of the house is sleeping peacefully, Anna sheds her title as Supermom of Three to write sexy love stories.

Sleeping might still be a battle Anna hasn't conquered, but armed with a B. A. in English Literature and all the hot men in her mind calling for their own story, she stays busy during those midnight hours writing her next international bestselling spicy romance.

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