Diane Saxon Blog Spot

As time races on, I don't feel any older, but for the fact that when I look at my children, and my animals, they seem to be maturing far faster than I'd like, which means that I too am ageing. (We'll not speak of my maturity as I'm quite sure there's still a distinct lack of it.) I'd only just had Beau for my birthday when I wrote For Heaven's Cakes and gave my hero in that story the same name as my new pup - and look at the boy now. How he's grown. Beau in reality is not so far removed from Beau in my imagination. I used a number of features, including the big paws, the soft brown eyes and the wet smell of dog in For Heaven's Cakes. Yes, he's a shapeshifter, but not a dog, a wolf. Blurb Twelve years of living in Ireland smoothed Beau’s rough edges, and hard work as a construction worker made him a wealthy man. The call of his pack is stronger than he can resist though, and he isn’t averse to returning to show his small h...

Blurb Twelve years of living in Ireland smoothed Beau’s rough edges, and hard work as a construction worker made him a wealthy man. The call of his pack is stronger than he can resist though, and he isn’t averse to returning to show his small home town in America what he’s made of himself. What he doesn’t anticipate is meeting the local pharmacist’s daughter - in his wolf form. By day, he renovates the pharmacy, and tries to cajole the lush assistant into having dinner with him. By night he watches Catherine bake her fantastic creations and blossom through her art. Sleeping on her bed each night in his wolf form isn’t exactly ideal, but how does he tell her the wolf she’s come to love, is the man she lusts over? Excerpt Mrs. Timmins turned to see what had caught Catherine’s attention. Her pointed chin turned upward to meet the dip of her nose, which nearly fell into her wizened old mouth as it opened and closed. He seemed to have the same effect on all women, no...

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Deep brown eyes pleaded with her. “You know you can’t have chocolate, it’ll kill you.” The black wolf gave a brisk shake, his thick fur standing on end as he splattered droplets of water up the wall forcing her to step back out of range of the shower he’d obliged her with. “Now, that’s sheer naughtiness. You’re going to have to clean that up yourself, I’m too busy with this wedding cake. Last layer. Then I can decorate it. That’s where the real fun starts.” A pitiful whine came from the huge beast in the corner. “No. You’ll have to wait. But this is a quick one, then I promise, we’ll go play in the snow.” His long pink tongue lolled out of his mouth, his nutmeg eyes darkened. “You might want to change.” Damn, but he wasn’t going to do that. He loved to romp in the snow in his wolf form. She quickly blended cocoa in boiling water, added the remaining ingredients and mixed them by hand, aware it made her breasts jiggle as she beat it to a thick, smooth batter. Sh...