Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Guest Author: Simone Eden

I’m giving a warm welcome to author Simone Eden today, who is asking us (readers), what makes a man sexy?

Visit her at her Worlds of Fantasy blog, and check out her book Spell of the Cat.


What makes a man sexy?
By Simone Eden

At the heart of every good romance story is a sexy hero. An instant's recall will most likely have you snuggling into visions of your favorite men. You can probably describe what color his hair is, his best facial features, the sound of his voice, his physique. In fact you probably have several hottie heroes in mind. Maybe there's even some real life lover who may share some of those qualities.

But have you ever analyzed just what it is that makes a man hot? True, we all have different opinions. What turns one woman on may make another one recoil. Today I'm exploring some of the traits that most would agree make a man hot.

There is no single answer, or even list, that is right for everyone. But authors have to present heroes to die for in each and every book to keep their readers coming back.

What do you consider sexy, to-die-for traits? Dimples? Rippling muscles? Put your answer in the comment section below and it will enter you in my Blog Tour contest.

Simone Eden's If You Think I'm Sexy blog tour, March 2011. To enter my contest, leave a comment below about what you find most sexy about a man. Go to website http://www.simoneeden.blogspot.com/ to find a list of other stops on the tour and visit them and leave comments as well. The more blogs you visit and comment on the more chances to win. All names from the blog tour will be entered in a drawing for a $20 Amazon.com gift card at the end of March 2011.

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Here's a brief excerpt from my current book Spell of the Cat. You be the judge of how sexy shape-shifter Keth is.

Summary: The shape-shifting cat-like creatures called Baashi have hidden from humans for eons. Jenna, a computer specialist at a laboratory where the Baashi are being experimented on, has begun to despise what is happening to the mysterious creatures. Keth, a male of the Baashi, returns from a journey to find his pack being captured and disappearing into a lab. He'll do anything to get inside that lab and rescue his people. Jenna and Keth are bound together in a series of mind-shattering encounters. But in order to be together, one of them will have to betray their own kind.

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Golden yellow eyes blinked at her, then closed as it laid its head back down, a purr rumbling from its body. The aides at the lab called the animals were-cats instead of the official scientific name created by Dr. Phillips. Gazing into this animal's golden eyes, she could believe it.

Jenna shrugged her perplexity away. She'd done all she could at this point. Its breathing sounded more regular and it seemed to be sleeping naturally now.

She carried the animal to the couch in the nearby living room space and threw a light blanket over it.

"You are magnificent," she murmured. She dug her hands into the soft fur and stroked her hands up and down its ribs. She could now tell that the animal's fur wasn't a monotone color, but a luxurious mottled blend of warm browns, golds, and black. The cat stretched and nuzzled against her. In helpless fascination, Jenna allowed it to make itself comfortable. She'd been impressed by the cats at the lab, but this one made her blood rush through her body with wonder. She couldn't seem to take her eyes off it or keep her hands out of its fur. She felt, rather than heard, the deep rumble in its chest.

Jenna continued to stroke the cat on her lap, watching the TV show. Snowball gave them both a jealous sniff and stalked off with her nose in the air.

The program barely registered in her mind as a warm buzz spread throughout her being, making her more and more sleepy. Finally she eased from beneath the cat, went into her bedroom and closed the door.
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Keth snapped awake. A tiny house cat was snuggled up against him. When he moved, it sneezed delicately and scooted closer. Keth eased himself away. A pain reminded him of his predicament and the night's events. He stretched his body while absorbing the sensual awareness from the nearby human woman. The woman with her strong, beautiful spirit.

Being with her had started to heal him. His bones were stitching back together; the pain lessening. His friends had brought him to this house because of the powerful healing he needed. Since ancient times, energy had flowed between Baashi and humans in a therapeutic symbiosis, benefiting both. The Baashi had once been viewed as gods but when humans began to try to control and exploit the power, the Baashi went into hiding, roaming the earth in small feral packs.

A pulse on the side of his head teased Keth with the woman's nearness. The bond between them was already woven thick. His inner mys itched to join with her. Leaping to his feet, Keth concentrated on transforming. A knot of pain protested the exertion of his power but he focused harder. With sparkling and crackling, his body wrenched into man form and he stood upright, naked, shaking long dark hair back from his eyes. The woman's house cat backed away from him, hissing and flicking its tail in antagonism. Keth ignored it.

Scratches marred his muscular legs, a bruise discolored the golden skin over his ribs. He ran one hand through his hair. He still had a headache, but he felt much better than when he arrived here. He looked towards the woman's door.

One more exchange with her should finish his healing. On bare feet, air caressing his naked skin, he padded across the living room. But when he reached for the doorknob, the little cat sprang out and sank its teeth into his toe. Keth cursed, his leg reflexively kicking out. The animal tumbled across the floor and righted itself at once, hissing and arching its back. Keth hissed a warning of his own. The cat backed down and Keth turned the knob on the door.

There was no sound within the room as he eased the door open. Keth slipped inside and shut the door behind him, leaning back against it. The woman on the bed lay in a deep sleep due to the enspelling nature of the mys bond he'd cast between them. A stream of light from the slightly opened bathroom door flowed over her honey-caramel skin. She was an exquisite dessert laid out for him. Her hair was hidden by a cranberry colored wrap, which suited her skin tone, but he knew rich mahogany waves of hair fell past her shoulders. Dark lashes swept her cheeks and rosy lips were parted. The unconscious sensuality of the scene warmed his core and caused his erection to thicken and rise further. He hungered for the most direct connection, physical joining.

She was ripe. He knew from the energy pulsing between them that she was a good match for him, capable of direct connection with her inner core. Anticipation forced his cock harder, higher.

Keth sucked in his breath. The woman's aura drew him across the room. The mys leapt out wrapping around both of them, knitting their energy together. He stopped beside the bed, holding his breath. He was so shaken that it was an effort to keep her shielded from awareness of him.

Restlessness touched the woman, her weight shifting on the bed. He slid between the sheets with her. She jerked with a slight moan as if getting away from him.

"Shhhh," he hushed her, stroking her face, pushing her deeper into a dream-like state where he could merge his energy with hers.

She melted against his body and he breathed in the scent of her, a heady concoction of flowery body wash and woman. Their spirits melded into one. His eagerness hitched to an even higher level.

His head pounded as the spell of the mys wrapped them in a cocoon. Perhaps it was because of his injuries, perhaps because it had been so long since he'd made love, but he had never felt so drawn to any woman before.

Enthralled, he brushed his face along her cheek and down her neck, his other hand tracing her nipple through the thin fabric of a night shirt. The tip seemed to leap up into his palm.

He dragged her against him, kissed her, pushed her legs apart, then slid his fingers into the hot softness between her legs. She was so ripe he had no trouble pushing in to the last knuckle.

"Oh!" Her mouth pursed. Squirming, she tried to press her legs together.

He stroked her inner nub for the pleasure of hearing her moan. Her legs fell open again, her slit overflowed with cream. Oh, yes, she was ready. No amount of mental exertion on his part could make her respond like this otherwise. His power surged as the passion between them swelled.

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Simone Eden became addicted to reading around age eight when her teacher read aloud Charlotte's Web to the class. She began writing her own novels in high school. She is a mother, wife and grandmother, has lived for more than half a century, and held many jobs. But her great passion is writing. She feels that she is blessed --and sometimes cursed-- to have found something she loves to do. Readers don't always understand that writing is an urge that can sometimes be frustrating. In her stories Simone loves to explore sensuality and spirituality but never knows what strange settings or characters will be involved.

Website http://www.simoneeden.blogspot.com/
Email: simone_eden@yahoo.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/simoneedenbooks

Buy Spell of the Cat here.


  1. I get to go first! Yay! What makes a man sexy to me is a deep sense of honor and some kind of personal code. He doesn't even need to be in line with my own sense of morality or embrace my own set of values, as long as his point of view makes sense for the man he is and the challenges he faces.

    I also love a man with a beautiful voice.

    Thanks for being my guest, Simone!

  2. This my description of sexy. I feel a man should have an air of confidence about him, a beautiful smile, beautiful eyes, a sense of humor, a sense of honor, a hard worker, kindness, keeps himself well groomed, be a good provider and loves with all his heart.

    He doesn't have to have the perfect body, but he needs to keep himself healthy. A hard working man has great hands. This is what I think is sexy.

    Teresa K.
    tcwgrlup41(at) yahoo dot com

  3. I love a sense of humor in a man. However bulging biceps and rippling abs don't hurt!


  4. Thank you all for your thoughtful comments and encouragement on the book. Please stay in touch via my website www.simoneeden.blogspot.com which will keep you up-to-date on where I'm chatting or when I'm having contests. The winner for the March "If You Think I'm Sexy" blog tour is---- ROSALIE LARIO! Congratulations.