I’d like to Congratulate my friend and Rebel Author, Joanne C. Berroa on the Release of She-Wolf and The Priest.
Blurb for The She-Wolf and The Priest:
Angelora is a breathtakingly beautiful shape shifter who takes the form of a wolf. She also possesses a supernatural ability to raise the dead. She’s the last remaining member of a unique gypsy tribe in Romania in 1880 where only the women of the sect retained these extraordinary gifts, handed down from generation to generation.
Father Steven is an incredibly sexy Catholic priest with a haunting past. He lives a simple, holy life attending to the needs of Saint Isidore’s parish and draws comfort from the knowledge his past sins have been forgiven, until one fateful night his and Angelora’s paths cross.
Will Father Steven ignore his sacred vow of celibacy to woo the beautiful, sultry gypsy who imprints on his life? And will her “powers” unite them or destroy them?
The She-Wolf and The Priest
Father Steven rested for a moment on the cold marble altar steps, his eyes on the huge crucifix hanging from the wall behind the altar. Each day he’d look up at the corpus depicted on the cross while he offered Mass, a feeling of wonderment shaking his very being. Now his gaze turned to the broad marble altar and the seemingly endless row of padded railing where communicants would kneel to receive the holy host in the sacrament of the Eucharist. Its vastness had once intimidated him and even now there were days when he marveled that he was in charge of this massive structure and those who came to worship within its ancient walls.
He was about to leave when an explosive rumble of thunder shook the church and jagged lightning briefly illuminated the arched walls. Steven liked storms. There was an energy which came from nature’s fury, a feeling of power and elation. He smiled to himself just as another round of thunder split the heavens. Feeling something odd and not attributable to the storm, Steven quickly turned toward the rear of the church. There, in the semi-darkness, sat a stunning lady. He blinked. Even in the subdued light, he could make out her breathtaking features, the almost glowing quality of hair so light in color it was ethereal. Blue eyes, the hue of robins’ eggs, found his and their resulting stare resonated with its own emotional lightning. For a moment he forgot who and where he was, entranced in her almost magical presence. Then the reality of it brought him back to his senses and he cleared his throat. Taking a few steps down the center aisle, his lips creased into a smile as he approached the end of her pew.
Joanne C. Berroa – BIO.
I’ve been writing all my life and that’s a few years. Back in 1983, Dell published my novel, “The Barbary Coasters.” It was set during the 1860’s in the Barbary Coast of San Francisco and was part of a series of books written by different authors called, “The Making of America.” My pseudonym was Lee Davis Willoughby.
I’ve written articles for several computer magazines over the last thirty years doing software and hardware reviews and ads. I was also a photographer for cover art for two magazines back in the 80’s, and currently write profiles for businesses and professionals for Micromedia Publications, a local newspaper publisher.
When I’m not reading or writing, I teach piano and organ in my beach community in southern New Jersey. My website is: http://www.joannecberroa.wordpress.com I love to receive feedback!