[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Romance, Interracial, Shape-Shifting, Light Consensual BDSM]
An empathic young nurse driven to help and heal others since childhood after watching her mother languish for months before finally succumbing to cancer, Aziza Lopez abhors cruelty and suffering in any form. When she is assigned comatose patient David Healey, Aziza is confronted with the depth of her abilities for the first time since her mother's death and has a chance to contribute to a patient's recovery when modern medicine fails. But can she convince anyone else outside of David's family that she knows who is responsible for his injury when she's finding it hard to deal with the knowledge herself?
The youngest of five brothers, David Healey comes from a close-knit, no-nonsense family of psychics and shapeshifters. He has never suffered fools--or demanding, jealous girlfriends--lightly. But on the eve of a bitter break-up he realizes he is about to suffer a woman scorned when he glimpses his ex behind the wheel of a car careening towards him.
Now Aziza and David are in a race to pull him out of his coma before Aziza's vengeful stepmother can get to him and finish the job she started on a dark road.
A Siren Erotic Romance
A Joyfully Recommended Read: "Nine Inches of Snow and the Ebony Princess is witty and sensual. Aziza and David have an instant attraction to each other that goes to their souls. Each has special abilities that combine to defeat the coma and confirm their souls are mated. I was intrigued from beginning to end. Talented Gracie C. McKeever has created an exceptional story that begs to continue with a second book of Nine Inches of Snow and the Ebony Princess." --Rosemary, Joyfully Reviewed
5 STARS: "David and Aziza meet while David attends a function where Aziza is waitressing. Their connection is instant, and the two know there is something more to this than meets the eye. However, David’s current squeeze, Philomena, isn’t very happy when she sees how the pair act with one another, and she has a fit of jealousy. Now, I love a book where there is a baddie to hate, and this book has one in the form of a wicked stepmother. She is a self-centered, love-her-own-ass woman who had me gritting my teeth and wishing I could reach into the page and pull her hair out. Or something. Ms. McKeever has penned an erotic story with fairy tale elements. Add shapeshifters and empaths into the mix, and I had myself a wonderful read to go along with my chocolate cheesecake and cup of steaming coffee. Sunday heaven! I enjoyed the wolf aspect—gotta love a wolf—and the fact that despite being in a coma after a terrible accident, David was able to communicate with Aziza. This touched me, and I wished this could really happen. Don’t you just love fantasy books? The erotica is hot and well-placed, fitting into the tale so it doesn’t appear forced or written just for the sake of it—a natural progression in the story. I liked that. Not to mention the things they got up to. Ahem. I really enjoyed Nine Inches of Snow and the Ebony Princess. The perfect tale to bring you heart-warming fuzzies and also a touch of hatred toward a woman who needs a good old poke in the eye." -- Miz Love Loves Books
4.5 FLAGS: "Gracie C. McKeever delivers another fantastic paranormal tale of intrigue! Nine Inches of Snow and the Ebony Princess is a quick read that has an easygoing flow to it. In the beginning of the book, what I noticed was the establishment of the characters' voices. Aziza speaks with slang while David is acting in a way befitting to his upper crust upbringing. This is most certainly a well written new-styled fairy tale. One thing is for sure, when you read a Gracie C. McKeever book: you'll always get a delightfully crafted story with her guaranteed special twist! If you haven't read a title by the author you are missing out. Nine Inches of Snow and the Ebony Princess is one book that I unquestionably recommend." -- Chantay, Euro Reviews
4 Champagne Flutes: "Oh wow...Liking this tale more and more as I read along...The book is written in such a way that it seems entirely natural that a man can be a wolf, sniff out his mate and find out where she lives and then go to visit her. I liked that aspect of this story. It was a natural progression in the tale...[Philomena, the stepmother] is totally creepy and utterly weird. I love the way she is shown in this book. I keep getting goose bumps when reading about her...I feel the need to race through and see what's going to happen. Good job...Shape-shifters, mind readers and bunny boilers. Just my cup of tea. I am so glad I read this book. I haven't been given the chills like this with a character for quite some time." -- Wilga Hill Boomerang, Cocktail Reviews
4 HEARTS: "With different slang and fewer modern day references, a reader might imagine that they were reading any one of Grimm's Fairy Tales with a decidedly sexy bent. Ms. McKeever has drawn elements from several traditional fairy tales and given them her own trademark twist. Who would have ever though that the big bad wolf would turn out to be a hero? Or that Sleeping Beauty would be male? Because it is presented as a fantasy tale, this reviewer was immediately able to suspend any sense of reality and enjoy this bon-bon of a tale simply for what it was - another fantastic story by the great Ms. McKeever. Aziza and David are an extremely likeable pair and the reader will find themselves rooting for them as one does a favorite sports team. Their sexual chemistry is absolutely combustible, and David's grandfather is a hoot! The only complaint this reviewer had about this tale is that it was too short, though the story was definitely complete! Recommended to all fairy tale lovers!" -- Leah, Love Romances and More
4 STARS: "This adult fairy tale is a cross between Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty. David and Aziza instantly connect at the fundraiser; both know by instinct that they belong together. Aziza is a strong woman who does not take anything from anybody including David. David is a man who is used to being in charge and getting what he wants. It was wonderful to read about Aziza and David finding their happily ever after. Ms. McKeever has written an excellent fairy tale." --Racine, Ecataromance
4 ROSES: "Don't you just love fairy tales? I do, especially those just for adults. They're so deliciously enlightening. But, they aren't for the faint of heart. Oh no, we don't care for an ambulance trip today! Aziza Lopez is a nurse working for St. Francis Hospital. Tonight she is acting as a waitress for the winter fundraiser. David Healey, the benefactor of the Healey Pavilion, has just made his appearance. Oh my, just the sight of the guy has Aziza wet and excited. David Healey has just discovered his mate amid the gala to raise money for the hospital. Just the taste of her lips and he is in heaven. Ms. McKeever did very well. GThe story is a very nice if not hot read. I would suggest having some snow on hand to cool off. I would love to see this in a longer format." --Robin S., My Book Cravings
4 CHERRIES: "This is the first work I've read by Gracie C. McKeever, and I enjoyed it a great deal. The storyline, which draws elements from different well-known fairytales, is tight and well written, and the characters are all realistic and well-developed. Heroine Aziza Lopez is the right combination of uncertain and independent. The minor characters are also well drawn in this story. The single love scene here is hot and well done, though some readers might wish for more between the hero and heroine. But I liked the fact that the story of saving David takes precedence over multiple explicit sex scenes; in my opinion, this author strikes the right balance. I enjoyed this story and will look for more by Gracie C. McKeever in the future!" -- Dandelion, Whipped Cream
"Sassy and sizzling from the get-go, Nine Inches of Snow and the Ebony Princess is an entertaining tale. Aziza and David are both engaging characters who practically jump from the pages. However, it's David's ornery grandfather who just about steals the show. Toss in a bit of a mystery to add to the romance and you have a short and sweet pick-me-up to begin or end the day with." -- Phillipa Ann, Romance Reviews Today
"Gracie C. McKeever knows how to write a story that has paranormal intrigue along with shapeshifting beings that captured me from the first page. This was a wonderful story that builds the suspense and made me want more when it ended. The fight that David and Aziza had kept me on the edge of my seat. I look forward to reading anything Gracie writes from this book forward." -- Nicole Harvey, Paranormal Romance
“Did you see that? The car just ran right over him and didn’t even slow down!”
“Is he dead? He has to be after that.”
“Did anyone get the license plate?”
David saw and heard everything clearly—the people hovering over his body, their words of concern and cries for help. He just could not respond.
He was trying to figure out whether or not this was a bad thing when he realized he was in wolf form and outside of his body.
Something had gone wrong, something he’d never encountered or heard of before.
He’d started to shift when he saw the car coming at him and recognized Philomena behind the wheel. It was a natural reaction, his body instinctively changing to another form to avoid maximum damage, or at least trying to change. She’d come at him so fast, it was a wonder he’d had time to react at all. It was a wonder, too, that he’d seen her face. But he had. There’d been no mistaking that long, platinum blonde hair or hateful green-eyed glare.
She’d meant to kill him.
David trotted over to his body to see if she’d succeeded, nuzzling his neck and releasing a howl at the non-response. He gaped up at the spectators and realized when none of them reacted to his presence that they couldn’t see or hear him.
Either he was dead, or he wasn’t. Either he was wolf, or he was man. He couldn’t be both, could he? David had never heard of a split or bilocation of this nature. He needed to get to his father or grandfather to find out what was going on.
Would either of them be able to hear or see him any better than the spectators could?
He glanced up at the nearby apartment building, drawn to his original destination, the question momentarily moot. Something beckoned him. Someone.
Aziza was close. He could feel her.
David stepped back when an ambulance sped to a stop outside the circle of spectators and parked. The surrounding crowd opened their ranks to make room for the two EMS technicians who rushed to his body with a stretcher and other equipment. He stayed with his body for the several minutes it took them to stabilize and prepare him for transport and watched them head back to the hospital, sirens wailing and red lights flashing in the night.
David eyed the back of the departing ambulance longingly, torn between following or going to his new mate.
He chose his mate.
* * * *
Aziza jerked awake in her favorite corner of the sofa. The textbook she’d buried her nose in when she drifted asleep fell to the floor with a thwack. She wondered what had startled her out of her sleep until she spotted the large timber wolf standing on the threshold of her living room, staring at her.
He had azure eyes! Not that she was an expert in such things, but she had never heard of this in a wolf before, especially not so human a shade, so human an expression.
She wasn’t sure how she knew the animal was a wolf and not a big dog or a coyote. There was just something too majestic and extraordinary about him to be either of those.
Where had he come from, and how in God’s name had he gotten into her apartment?
Aziza shook herself, wondering whether she had conjured him from her subconscious and not that she was still asleep and dreaming or going crazy.
She had a second to question the vision and release a small yelp when the animal slowly advanced, paws surprisingly silent against her polished wood floor.
Don’t be afraid. I’m not here to hurt you.
She froze and gaped at the animal.
I came to warn you. Watch your back. Your stepmother is on the warpath.
David cupped her face with both hands and kissed her hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth and teasing hers until she sighed and melted against him.
When he pulled away, her eyes were closed and her lips parted. She looked so fuckable and tempting, it took everything in him not to just throw her down, rip off her clothes, and take her fast and hard.
David traced her lips with his thumb, and when she stuck out her tongue to lick it, he shuddered, imagined her licking his throbbing cock, instead.
How was it possible that a ghost could feel so intensely?
Take your clothes off.
David wasn’t sure if the thought came from her or him until he felt Aziza’s fingers at the buttons of his shirt.
He closed his eyes and helped her along, willing the shirt off and leaving the pants for her deft touch, wanting to feel her divest him.
She unzipped his pants, dipped her hand inside and eagerly plucked out his cock, grasping it in both hands. When she bent her head to lap at the pre-come already gathered in the slit David saw fireworks.
Oh fuck, her mouth felt good! Too good.
Could a ghost-man-in-a-coma prematurely ejaculate?
David wasn’t sure, and he didn’t want to find out, sliding his hips out of her range and listening to his dick pop out of her mouth with a resounding slurp.
“I want to taste you first.”
She smirked. “And you always get what you want.”
He flipped her beneath him on the bed in answer, closed his eyes again, and willed her wrists bound to the head posts.
His magic was more powerful in here than out in the real world when he was corporeal, almost reaching his grandfather’s capacity. How could he accomplish what he had so far and not be capable of pulling himself out of a coma?
Aziza didn’t have a problem with his powers or audacious behavior, staring up at him with those dark cat eyes and testing the silk restraints on her wrist with a bold smile of her own. “You like being in charge.”
“It’s the only way I know.”
“Works for me. For now.”
That she alluded to a point in time his presumption wouldn’t work for her turned him on like her voluptuous curves. He couldn’t wait to tussle with this woman, craved a female equal to the task of stirring his soul and his mind the way he knew Aziza could.
David straddled her hips, slowly pulling her scrubs and panties down her gently rounded hips and long sleek legs as he sat back on his haunches. He admired his and God’s handiwork before bending his head to follow the path of her scrubs with his mouth, kissing and licking every inch of exposed dark-chocolate flesh from her bellybutton to her painted toenails.
Aziza writhed beneath him, neck and back arched when she closed her eyes. “You’re torturing me.”
“I haven’t even begun.”