We are thrilled to have Liv Olteano with us today as she celebrates the release of A King and a Pawn, the third book in the Leader Murders series. Go check out what she has to say, the excerpt and don’t forget to enter the giveaway.
Steal the heart of a fey man in five easy steps
by Liv Olteano
1. Dress to impress
Aside their irritating physical beauty, all fey have in common one very obvious thing: a fashion addiction. Some of them even go as far as being borderline fashion victims, in fact. If you want to catch the eye of your dream fey man, do stylish in a personal way. Don’t put on the latest fad suit or the snazziest designer shades! In fact, if you really want to stand out, try breaking rules just a little bit; wear a bowtie to a soiree, but stuff it in your breast pocket! Don’t wear a suit at all, in fact. Put on ripped jeans and your favorite white T-shirt, top it off with your confy-est sneakers, and throw on a silk scarf! Strut your stuff proudly and act like you own the place, even if you’re wearing pajama bottoms. He’ll notice you without a doubt. He’ll sense your inner rebel and will fall irrevocably in love with you. (Being hot might help too, but if you’re not that hot, even better! He’s really tired of perfect bodies and flawless hairdos anyway.)
2. Make him sweat it
Now that you have his attention, do not, I repeat, do not fawn over him! He’s used to getting a lot of attention and receiving lots of compliments. Don’t get me wrong, he deserves them all ‘cause he’s hot as hell, and brilliant, and so awesomely cunning! But he knows all that. Don’t pet his ego by letting him know how in awe of him you are. Be polite, reciprocate, but act like a social butterfly instead of giving him all of your time and attention. Make him chase you. Present yourself as a challenge. Make him earn every ounce of attention he wants to get from you – and believe me, he wants it bad! He’s noticed you, he’s into what he’s seeing, and he’s curious. Keep him that way for a while. Not too long, we do want you to leave this party with your prize in tow, mwahahaha. Now is the time to reel him in, he’s already hooked.
3. Cook to please yourself
If you’re really into your fey man, blow his mind by cooking him something you really love to eat. Don’t worry about what sort of food he’d like to eat, or stress over your dish not being complicated enough to pass muster compared to all those chef meals he always eats! The key here is how much you love that dish; it will carry over into the food, and he will be able to sense your feelings as you cooked it. Focus on how much you yearn for him, but also on how good it feels to have this food in your mouth, sliding down your throat, filling you so beautifully. Trust me, he’ll be insane to have you by the time you’re done eating.
4. Dance to your tune
It’s a well-known fact that fey read emotional grids. Be sure to keep him drunk on you before he even gets to touch the goods! Your intense emotions are like a drug to your fey man. Put on the music you love, dance around if you feel like it, let euphoria take you over. Be shameless in your abandon. He won’t be able to get the clothes off of you fast enough!
5. Use the rule of three-one-three
You’ve got him. He doesn’t just want you, he’s insane about you. Don’t doubt this; it’s the reason he’s spending the night. Fey aren’t shy about what they want, and they’re entirely unapologetic about getting it. This is a crucial moment in your liaison. He’s used to partners using him, asking for favors of any kind, offering to do things for him with an obvious agenda to get favors in return. If you want to keep him – and why wouldn’t you? – ask for nothing. Not even his time. Do your own thing and let him be a part of that, instead. He’ll be so all over you, you’ll need a spatula to scrape him off. Keep in mind the rule of three: for every three things he offers, accept one, and offer back three other. (Yes, that also goes in the bedroom! :D)
Take these five easy steps, and the heart of the fey man of your dreams will be yours! For a case study on just how effective they are, read A King and a Pawn and marvel at the results :D
Know any super-effective tried and true seduction technique of your own that can be added to this list? Please do share :D
A King and a Pawn
(Leader Murders #3)
Publisher ~ Dreamspinner Press
Published ~ 17th June 2016
Genre ~ Urbane Fantasy M/M Romance
Bert Cooper’s life used to be great, until his sister turned out to be a traitor. Now Bert feels the whole pack looks on him with doubt and suspicion. To prove his loyalty, he volunteers to be the first ambassador at Fey Court, gathering information to finally solve the Leader Murders and punish those plotting against the Council and community. At least, that was the plan….
When Bert meets Sir William Matthew Sims, Court Interrogator, and one hell of a sexy man, life becomes a balancing act. And when the Fey King is assassinated, things become really messy.
Pack politics, fey politics, treason, suspicions of treason…. Bert has to choose between being ruled by his fears or standing up for what—and who—he believes in. And it might just break his heart.
He walked toward me slowly, his hands still at his back. For a moment I contemplated stepping out of his way, though I could see no outward sign of aggression or violence in his demeanor. But I was a beta in my pack, even if it was the beta of a ballsy alpha like Weiss. My natural instinct was to bow to someone’s intense vibe of authority. And without a doubt right now Will exuded shitloads of those vibes. My heart was pounding in earnest, the plug inside my ass making me tingly all over and lusty.
“Say you needed a friend at Court,” he whispered when he was but a breath away from me. “Say you needed one desperately. What would you be willing to do to gain such a friend?”
I swallowed hard. “Depends.”
“Loads of things. How much I liked that person, how badly I needed their friendship, to what end.”
He chuckled. “I like your thinking, Bert. I find I like you, all in all. And you know what?”
He leaned in even closer, rubbing his lips against the shell of my ear. “I think you like me too. Do you?”
I nodded because I couldn’t help myself. And I was hard at this point, so there was no use in denying it.
“Good. I’m glad to hear that,” he said, stepping away. His hands had never left the small of his back. “Now a lot depends upon what’s written in that file. And upon my direct testimony. Should the file say there are traces of the drugs from last night in your blood, it would prove you’d been a victim of the attempt just like everyone else. My testimony would show just to what degree you were affected.”
“And why would that be relevant?”
“Events took place last night. Unfortunate events. Decidedly unfortunate.”
“You mean aside from the guests being drugged?”
He nodded. “Let’s say your life hung in the balance. And let’s assume how much of a friend I decide to be to you could either make or break your case.”
A cold chill went down my spine. “What the fuck are you saying?”
He smiled. “I think you know. Don’t you, Bert?”
“No, I fucking don’t!” I shouted and just made a go at him.
I’m not sure what I was thinking. I don’t think I was thinking. Rage just exploded inside me and then outward, controlling my body. I wanted to slap that smug look off his face. I wanted to mess up his hair, at least; I was almost convinced it would annoy him more than a slap to the face.
But I didn’t. He easily spun me around and planted me face-first against a wall, my arm twisted to keep me in place. I growled, the loud sound booming against the walls of his office.
“Yes,” he said directly against my ear. “This is the temper I expected of you. This is the intensity you were supposed to display. Yet I can’t read it in your emotional grid. So tell me, growling beauty, what is it that’s messing with my reading?”
I kept growling for a moment so I wouldn’t seem shocked silent by the question. I’d screwed up in two fucking days. In two fucking days I’d given away the fact I had some sort of antireading thing going on, which would mean I had something to hide. And this was most definitely not the right time to be discovered as a liar.
“What’s going on? What do you want?” I asked, trying to tone down the rising panic.
“I’m sad to say the Fey King is dead. He was assassinated sometime between last night and the early hours of this morning. Until matters are cleared up, everyone with opportunity is a suspect. Newcomers, and outsiders to boot, are at the top of everyone’s list, as you might imagine.”
The blood froze in my veins. “You’re shitting me. The King is dead?”
“Very much so.”
“Maybe it was natural causes,” I said halfheartedly.
“It wasn’t. Are you calm enough to discuss this like adults now?”
I nodded and he let go of me, stepping back. He walked over to the edge of his desk and perched on it.
“You’re telling me I’m a suspect in the Fey King’s assassination?” I asked in a faint voice.
“Exactly. So as I was saying earlier, you do need a friend right now. You need me as your friend. What are you willing to do in order to get that?”
My stomach tightened painfully. “What would you have in mind?”
Meet Liv Olteano
Liv Olteano is a voracious reader, music lover, and coffee addict extraordinaire. And occasional geek. Okay, more than occasional. She believes stories are the best kind of magic there is. And life would be horrible without magic. Her hobbies include losing herself in the minds and souls of characters, giving up countless nights of sleep to get to know said characters, and trying to introduce them to the world. Sometimes they appreciate her efforts. The process would probably go quicker if they’d bring her a cup of coffee now and then when stopping by. Characters—what can you do, right? Liv has a penchant for quirky stories and is a reverent lover of diversity. She can be found loitering around the Internet at odd hours and being generally awkward and goofy at all times.