Stompin’ in Surprising Ways with Deborah Wilde (@wildeauthor) #StompvsRomp #Giveaway


Posted August 2, 2017 by Carmel in Giveaways, Guest Post, Stomp VS Romp / 22 Comments

Stomp vs Romp

Stompin’ in Surprising Ways

While I’m a proud Team Stomp gal, I gotta admit that my urban fantasy has as much romping as stomping. What can I say? I gotta write what I gotta write. You may be thinking that those two areas are kept fairly separate, yes? Pfft. Come on my wild ride and you’ll find me turning romps into stomps.

Can Team Romp claim the same?

Allow me to demonstrate with a scene from THE UNLIKEABLE DEMON (NAVA KATZ, #1). Nava, my MC, has just discovered in the surprise of the century that she’s the latest chosen one in a secret society of all-male demon hunters, instead of her twin brother. Though her magic powers have yet to manifest.

               Praying that Josh was my golden O ticket, I found myself back at his place hours later, half-drunk, partially naked, and totally giving him the hand job of his life. Doing it for him, in hopes that he’d be able to do it for me. Honestly though, my thoughts pre-occupied me more than his cock. That I could work on autopilot.
               “Maybe they chose me because of my attitude issues.” I lay on my side facing Josh, my head propped in my free hand. “Though technically, the choosing happened when I was born so they didn’t have any way of knowing how I’d turn out.” I kept the details vague since there was no knowing if Demon Club would kill Josh for hearing top secret intel.
               “Mmmm, yeah,” Josh moaned, kicking his jeans off. His movement made the thin mattress bounce. His sculpted abs jiggled not at all.
               “But what if that’s why I’m such a dick? Such an epic failure. Because I was destined for something amazing and denied it.” You talking dance or demon hunting, Nava? “You think I could sue them for existential pain and suffering?”
               “Full-on.” Josh thrust his hips in a rhythmic motion.
               I rolled onto my back, my hand still working away. I’d always been a good multitasker. “I didn’t ask for it. It’s not fair for my brother to be so pissed off.”
               “Uh, babe?” Josh poked me in my side. “Discussions of brothers while your hand’s on my junk? Kinda killing the buzz.”
               “Sorry.”
               He leaned over me, his eyes glazed with lust. “Think you could…?” He motioned for me to go down on him.
               “Yeah, sure.” My hand was getting tired anyway. I slid down his body. “Thing is,” I began. With my mouth full, the words came out garbled and I guess I caught some skin because Josh flinched.
               “Go back to the hand job,” he sighed.
               Geez, make up your mind. I shimmied back to my starting position. “I don’t even want this. It isn’t some lady-doth-protest-too-much shit either. The pressure would be insane. Everyone would be watching me, waiting for me to screw up. Plus the possible death of it all. I’m not big on that either.”
               A niggle of guilt prodded at me for dumping my problems on Josh, so I gave him a flirty smile. He shot me a heated look in response. Lust tumbled hot and furious down from my now-dry throat to much, much lower. I crossed my legs, squirming, as I stole another glance at him.
               His face seemed to… flicker? for a second. The line of his jaw blurring, his skin suddenly much furrier than his five o’clock shadow warranted.
               I blinked and the room snapped into a sharp clarity. Just me and a gorgeous guy. But his serious sex appeal had me so lightheaded that all the color in the room bleached out briefly. In fact, I felt like I’d bleached out briefly.
               “As I was saying… ouch!” My hand seized up. I shook it out and switched to my right.
               My fingertips tingled. I amped up the speed, hoping he’d finish already. More than ready for my turn. I’d give up a kidney for an orgasm after the day I’d had.
               Josh’s eyes were closed, his breathing ragged. All positive signs for his happy ending.
               Thank God, because my hand hurt. Had I pinched a nerve? I grit my teeth. Cramp or no cramp, I wasn’t about to break my personal record of every man left satisfied. A girl had to have some skill she could be proud of, even if she couldn’t put it on a résumé.
               Josh let out a guttural moan.
               Being well-versed in the nuances of guttural, I translated this one as “gold star, Nava.” But my smugness fell away at the tugging pull starting low in my gut. Not a virulent food poisoning, all-out cramping, but more like my soul was being manhandled. I slowed down my strokes, rubbing my belly with my free hand.
               Josh’s eyes sparked like he was getting off more on my discomfort than on my expert dexterity. A prickle of unease danced across the back of my neck.
               “Let yourself go, baby,” he growled.
               Please. He was hot but coming by osmosis wasn’t a thing. I was overreacting. Josh wasn’t a threat, just a douche.
               Sweat trickled down my scalp and a sharp pressure rose through the fingers of my right hand, now cramped tight around his knob. I hadn’t been jerking him off long enough to be this tired. Pain pulsed outward from the middle of my palm as if my synapses had starting shooting electric bullets.
               “Almost there,” he mumbled. His hips were practically levitating they were lifting off the bed so high.
               My belly twisted and I drew my knees into my chest for some relief, yet I couldn’t stop touching Josh. The more I tugged, the more he moaned lustily, and the more I grit my teeth. My abdomen felt like it was a leaking tire, but I wasn’t injured. More like with each stroke I was losing something essential, growing wearier, and I wasn’t able to explain why.
               Sparks flew off my hand.
               Holy. Shit.
               Josh’s body flickered like a stuttering screen, revealing a ram’s head.
               Oh, hell no!
               I spasmed, engulfed by a snapping blue electrical arc that traveled through my hand to envelop Josh’s dick, momentarily gluing us together with a disturbing sizzle and a whiff of burning flesh.
               His eyes snapped open in alarm.
               Given how every blink caused sparks to dance in front of me, I figured I was lit up from head to foot, but before I could check, Josh convulsed with a hot spurt. Then his body exploded into gold dust.
               Both the pain in my hand and the pyrotechnics immediately ceased.
               I wiped my fingers off on the rumpled sheet with a grimace. The downside was that I’d just met my first demon. The upside? Not only was he not naturally better-looking than me, my record was intact. Another satisfied guy. Dispatched to oblivion, but not every date was a winner.



About Deborah Wilde

A global wanderer, hopeless romantic, and total cynic with a broken edit button, Deborah writes urban fantasy to satisfy her love of smexy romances and tales of chicks who kick ass. She is all about the happily-ever-after, with a huge dose of hilarity along the way. “It takes a bad girl to fight evil. Go Wilde.”


About the Book

The Unlikeable Demon Hunter



Title: The Unlikeable Demon Hunter
Series: Nava Katz #1
Author: Deborah Wilde
Publisher: Te Da Media
Date of Publication: April 18, 2017
Number of pages: 425

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Bridesmaids meets Buffy with a dash of the seven deadly sins.

The age-old story of what happens when a foul-mouthed, romance impaired heroine with no edit button and a predilection for hot sex is faced with her worst nightmare–a purpose.

Ari Katz is intelligent, driven, and will make an excellent demon hunter once initiated into the Brotherhood of David. However, this book is about his twin Nava: a smart-ass, self-cultivated hot mess, who is thrilled her brother is stuck with all the chosen one crap.

When Nava half-drunkenly interrupts Ari’s induction ceremony, she expects to be chastised. What she doesn’t expect is to take her brother’s place among the–until now–all-male demon hunters. Even worse? Her infuriating leader is former rock star Rohan Mitra.

Too bad Rohan’s exactly what Nava’s always wanted: the perfect bad boy fling with no strings attached, because he may also be the one to bring down her carefully erected emotional shields. That’s as dangerous as all the evil fiends vying for the bragging rights of killing the only female ever chosen for Demon Club.

Odds of survival: eh.

Odds of having a very good time with Rohan before she bites it: much better.

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22 responses to “Stompin’ in Surprising Ways with Deborah Wilde (@wildeauthor) #StompvsRomp #Giveaway

  1. Ashley

    We parked in a “rainbow” park by accident, to make out, and was asked if he could join. A rainbow park is a place where gay men go to get their dick sucked.

  2. slb

    I cooked what I thought was a good meal. He wolfed it down and said it was good. We were driving and I was feeling my happiness over the date so far when he pulled over fast and jumped from the truck to vomit in the bushes. With my mouth open and dismay with this reaction I said, ” but you said you liked it”. He said,” I’m sorry, it did taste good but Brussels sprouts don’t like me”. “Why did you eat them”. “Because I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.” “So you thought my feelings wouldn’t hurt that you ate it and threw up?” We didn’t last too long.

  3. Viki S.

    It never happened because that afternoon he got stoned, slipped on the rocks, and fell into the whirlpool at The Falls and died. It was going to be our first date. We were 16 :(.

  4. Madonna

    We were watching The Green Mile and went it got to the part where the man didn’t wet the sponge and the inmate caught on fire, I said “oh how gross”. He got mad, got up and walked out. I finished watching the movie and didn’t go out with him again 🙂

  5. Meigan

    I can’t say I’ve ever been on a “proper” date, and if I had, I forgot (I’m married now, our dates are rather tame and uneventful, thank goodness!)

    Thanks so much for the chance!

  6. Stephanie Huff

    Hmmm. . . Evidently my dating life is pretty boring. The most unusual/interesting thing I can think of, is the guy who took me to an abandon, supposedly haunted, asylum.

  7. Pamk  

    Weirdest thing that happened on a date was I spilled a bug fountain coke on me. Hit it with my boob. My date at the time got tickled and laughed so I poured the rest on him. We walked around like we had peed ourselves. Good thing he was a good friend

  8. On my first ever date, the guy I was having dinner with, rubbed me on the top of my head after I ordered my food. It was like he was treating me like a pet instead of a date. Super awkward and weird.

  9. Laura

    The weirdest thing that has happened on a date has been going to a museum and finding that the temporal exposition was about rejectamenta. Not very romantic!