Passions Poison by Lexi Post with Giveaway

Passion’s Poison is an erotic romance that was inspired by Nathaniel Hawthorne’s short story “Rappaccini’s Daughter.” I know, it is a little strange that I am inspired to write explicit sexy romances from classic literature, but it works for me (shrugs). What I didn’t like about the original story was that Beatrice Rappaccini had no female relatives, just her mad-scientist dad, so in Passion’s Poison, my Beatrice, a descendent of the original, has a mother and a grandmother.

Of course, that doesn’t mean it’s all wine and roses for Bea. Due to the poisonous nature of the Rappaccini women, each generation handles the problem differently. When Rappaccini women hit puberty, their bodies start to generate poisons that will kill them if they don’t detoxify by having intercourse with men. These men then get sick, and if any of the women have sex with one man too many times, she will kill him.

Bea’s mom, Susan, named after the Black-eyed Susan flower, has taken on the hippie lifestyle even though it was gone before she was a teenager. She has had 4- 6 regular men take turns keeping her alive.  But Susan’s priorities are a bit mixed up, a situation her own mother is well aware of. Grandma Beatrice is living in a retirement community and loving it. She is the first of their line to live long enough to see her grandchild grown, mainly thanks to Viagra. She is a straight-shooter and doesn’t mince words when Bea has some tough questions.

Of course, Grandma Beatrice and Susan don’t always get along, and Bea has some real issues with her mother’s way of thinking, so conflicts arise. Throw in Zach, the hero who is a chainsaw artist, Bea’s six fathers, a police officer, an old flame, and things practically explode. Hmm, maybe Hawthorne had it right to begin with. Just Beatrice, her dad, and the man she loved.  Then again, that Beatrice died and my Bea makes it to a happily ever after.

How is your relationship with your mom, grandmother, sister? Do you ever have conflict? I will give one lucky person an ecopy of Passion’s Poison. So come on, dish.

Always, Lexi

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Zach nudged his empty plate aside.

As he began to sketch, Bea’s curiosity piqued. She finished half her sandwich and pushed her plate away so she could lean forward for a better view. “I saw a sketch of raccoons in your shop. Can you do something that nice?”

He didn’t look at her, his attention fixed on his drawing.

Her gaze wandered from the paper to his face. His brows moved inward, revealing deep lines of concentration. His eyes were a dark green and heavy-lidded, which to her mind was a winning bedroom combination. He had a straight nose, strong and masculine, but his lips were to die for. They were dark with a lot of stubble around them and supported by a square jaw. Thankfully, he had no cleft in his chin. She despised that model look.

He turned the pad toward her. “Here are a few options. If I stay with the lake theme, I could do fish jumping, or reeds, or a mermaid, though I admit to being less than stellar with female faces. The chainsaw doesn’t like them.”

His quick grin had warmth spreading from her neck to her toes. His eyes shone with good humor and she wanted to revel in their merriment. But he broke eye contact and pointed to a few other rough sketches.

“Or I could do beaver, black bear, or…” He hesitated.

She leaned closer to get a better look at the pad. The faint scent of musk floated toward her.

He met her gaze, their faces mere inches apart, and all she wanted was for him to kiss her.

His eyes were full of excitement, but for her or the carving? She couldn’t read him, which drove her crazy. Her own attraction overrode all her normal senses.

He grinned. “How about a birch tree? I could have a beaver at the bottom in the process of gnawing it down while a downy woodpecker yells at him from a branch above. I think it would blend well with the inn’s surroundings and yet stand out as a story in itself.”

Bea swallowed. His face glowed with energy and vitality. She couldn’t resist.

She leaned forward and kissed him.


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4 comments to Passions Poison by Lexi Post with Giveaway

  • I love my mother, but the older she gets, the more difficult our relationship gets! We are very opposite personalities and sometimes she just knows exactly how to push my buttons! I don’t have any siblings and my grandmothers have been gone for quite a while.

  • Ah yes, the aging process. It is interesting for all of us. Especially because just as our moms get older, so do we, so now we both have less patience! I understand the opposite personality issue. Luckily, I have found that living on this island has mellowed me, so I can spend much more time with mom before I run out of patience ;-)But I also have siblings that mom can interact with. Sounds like yours just has you, so you get all the attention :-}

  • Okay is better than bad 😉 Great to see you here bnb100 🙂