Spotlight & Giveaway: Electric Idol by Katee Robert

Today it is my pleasure to Welcome author Katee Robert to HJ!

Hi Katee Robert and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, Electric Idol!

 
Thank you so much for having me!
 

Please summarize the book for the readers here:

I keep describing Electric Idol as what happens if a feral, murdery cat stumbles upon a person who’s nice to him ONE TIME, and then follows her home and marries her instead of murdering her like he’s supposed to.
 

Please share your favorite line(s) or quote from this book:

What kind of monster am I that I hesitate to crush a single rose? I don’t like the idea of the world without her bright presence in it. If I want to keep her alive, to keep her uncrushed, this is the only option available to us.
I have to marry her.

Please share a few Fun facts about this book…

• I almost had no book at all because Psyche out-maneuvered Eros early on in the first draft and I was like “Well, that’s the book, it’s over.
• Psyche is a plus-sized influencer and one of my favorite moments of the book is when Eros looks at her comments section and gets real murdery about it
• One of the songs I had on repeat while writing this was Church by Fall out Boy

What first attracts your Hero to the Heroine and vice versa?

He’s first attracted to her because she shows him kindness without turning that kindness into a weapon and he doesn’t know how to deal with it. So, naturally, he falls in love.

She’s first attracted to him because of his perfect face and wry sense of humor.

Did any scene have you blushing, crying or laughing while writing it? And Why?

I LOVED this one because I am garbage for “mine” talk and doubly so when it goes like this…

“I’m not yours.”
“That ring on your finger says otherwise.”
I’d almost forgotten about the ring. No, that’s a lie. I’ve felt its presence as if it weighs much more than it possibly could. Every time it shifts against my skin, every time the diamond catches the light, I’m reminded of what we’ve done.
The ring has nothing on Eros’s gorgeous face. I can’t look away from him. “By that logic, the ring on your finger makes you mine.”
“Yes.” He sounds far too satisfied with that label. “I’m yours, Psyche. What will you do with me?”

Readers should read this book….

If they like loose Greek myth retellings, marriages of conveniences, fake relationships, spicy romance, plus sized heroines, and monstrous heroes.

What are you currently working on? What other releases do you have in the works?

I’m currently working on The Dragon’s Bride, which is my upcoming monster romance with a dragon hero and a human heroine. That will be out in March, along with Stone Heart (Medusa/Calypso). Then comes Wicked Beauty (Helen/Achilles/Patroclus) in June and some other fun stuff in the last half of the year.
 

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Excerpt from Electric Idol:

“Normally I sleep naked.” Gods, why did I just say that out loud?
“Normally, so do I. However, you’ve taken sex off the table for the time being, so I think it’s prudent to keep some clothing in place.”
Prudent. I swallow down a borderline hysterical laugh and pad to the side of the bed. I know it’s all in my head, but the closer I get to him, the thicker the air seems around me. Whether it’s pulling me in or pushing me away is up for debate. I reluctantly undo my jeans. I might be too exhausted to fight him on sleeping arrangements, but there’s one thing I can’t let slide. “Correction: I’ve taken sex off the table permanently.”
“It’s open for discussion.”
“It’s really not.” It can’t be. I slide out of my jeans, achingly aware of how intensely Eros watches me. Getting anything close to naked with a new person is awkward and makes me feel so fucking vulnerable in a way I hate. And that’s with someone I trust enough to get physical with. I brace myself as I look at his face, not sure what to expect. I’ve seen the people Eros surrounds himself with. They are all the peak of what Olympus considers physical perfection. Thin bodies. Flawless skin. Beautiful in a very specific way.
I am hardly that. It’s something that I’m reminded of constantly, especially with the public life I’ve chosen. There’s no escaping the way societal expectations scrape against my reality.
I love my body. I’ve fought so incredibly hard to love my body, even if some days that feels like an ambition instead of truth. I’m still painfully aware that not everyone feels the same.
After a short debate with myself, I take off my sweater, leaving me in a tank top and panties. As I refuse to sleep in a bra, I wrestle my way out of it without removing my shirt.
There’s nothing else to stall with, so I finally look at Eros.
He’s staring at me as if he wants to consume me bite by bite, savoring each morsel. Every muscle in his body is locked, and there’s no mistaking the hard length pressing against the front of his lounge pants. Lust. It’s pure lust, and it’s so strong it feels like it’s filling up the room between us.
I cannot, under any circumstances, let him touch me again.
I clear my throat. “Scoot over.”
“It’s a king-sized mattress. There’s plenty of room.” He has that mild tone again, and the only verbal sign that he’s affected is a slight deepening of the timbre. “Stop arguing and get in my bed, Psyche.”
The only thing worse than sliding beneath those blankets is standing here and letting him devour me with his gaze, so I obey. For a moment, I foolishly assume that Eros will sleep on top of the covers and give us the illusion of separation, but he stands long enough to peel back the comforter and sheets and climb into bed next to me.
This is a bad idea. Correction: this is such a terrible idea that bad doesn’t begin to encapsulate it.
Tomorrow…
I shoot up to a sitting position. “I have to make some calls.” Anything to prolong the need to turn off the lights.
He moves faster than I anticipate, looping an arm around my waist and pulling me back against his chest. “Stop.”
I freeze. Holy shit, I can feel his cock pressing against my ass, and that’s not even getting into all the bare skin shifting against my bare skin and, gods, it’s been so long since I touched someone like this. Surely that’s why my body is strumming happily in this new position even as my mind screams danger ahead. “What are you doing, Eros?”
His breath ghosts against the sensitive spot behind my ear. “Instead of making those calls, we’re going public with our relationship.”
“We don’t have a relationship.” I don’t know why I’m arguing. This is the plan, after all.
“We do now.”
I close my eyes, but that only makes the spell his proximity weaves stronger. He’s still got his arm around me, which means his forearm is pressing against my breasts and, gods, my nipples are pebbling beneath my shirt. “We talked about this. There’s no way my sisters will believe our relationship, especially if we go public before I tell them I’m, ah, in love with you.”
“What they believe matters less than the perception we present.” Did his lips just touch my skin? I can’t be sure. All I know is that I’m fighting back shivers.
“It will never work. It’s hardly even a plan.”
“You’re arguing simply to argue and you know it. You’re more than capable of handling Persephone and the rest of your sisters in whatever way you see fit.” He shifts, his arm rubbing against my breasts ever so slightly. “Besides, your sisters wouldn’t do anything to put you in danger, so they’ll play along until they have a chance to talk to you face-to-face.”
He’s not wrong. I hate that he’s not wrong. I consider this for a long moment, running through scenarios. “You’re proposing going public on my social media.” It makes sense. With a single picture, we can announce our relationship and get ahead of any repercussions from Aphrodite. This only works if all of Olympus buys our love story, and for that to happen, all of Olympus needs to know it’s happening.
“Yes. Mine is sadly neglected.”
It might be neglected, but he has nearly as large a platform as I do. It’s good to be Aphrodite’s son with the face of a god and a mysterious personality to match. But he’s right. If one of us were to announce our relationship to the world, it would be me.
I open my eyes. I’m going through with this. I’ve already committed. Now it’s simply a matter of doing it right. “Okay. Give me a few.”
Eros watches with something akin to amusement as I climb out of bed and move around his room, turning on some lights and turning off others. I use my phone to shoot a few test shots of him, and then curse him inwardly for being so photogenic that every photo looks like it should be in some magazine about millionaire playboys on their off-time.
It takes moving the lamp on the nightstand onto the bed to get the light I’m looking for. It’s not perfect, but it’s close enough. And, really, no one expects perfect for the kind of shot we’re creating.
I drag forth what little courage I have left and crawl back into bed with Eros. He smooths my hair off to one side and tugs the strap of my tank top down a little so my shoulder is bare. I almost yank it back up, but we’re going for intimate and a little sexy, so it works.
I angle my phone and snap a few photos, trying not to jump when he kisses the spot where my shoulder meets neck. “Stop that.”
“Got to make it good for the camera.”
I flip through the pictures. “You’re taking advantage and you know it. That’s a terrible angle to see your face.”
Eros tugs me even closer to him, and then his hand cups my jaw, turning my face to his. “Get the camera ready,” he murmurs, his gaze on my lips.
I shouldn’t. It’s a terrible idea. The absolute worst. But I check the angle of my phone and then turn back to him. I only intend for it to be a quick kiss, and snap a few pictures as soon as his lips touch mine.
Eros isn’t content with that. He nips my bottom lip, sharp enough to draw a gasp from me, and he promptly takes advantage of the opening to slip his tongue into my mouth. He tastes like the peppermint toothpaste I used in the bathroom, and he kisses me like this is just the opening battle in what he expects to be a long war.
I melt. There’s no other word for it. I drop my phone and dig my hands into his curly hair, allowing him to deepen the kiss even as a small voice in the back of my mind calls me seven different kinds of a fool.
If he pushed things, or went too fast, then maybe reason would have intruded and put a stop to this foolishness, but Eros seems content to simply kiss me until we are both breathing hard and I’m shaking. His cock is a long length against my hip, so hard that I have to fight myself to avoid reaching for him.
When he finally lifts his head and stares down at me with eyes gone dark from desire, he looks almost as shocked as I feel. The expression shifts away almost instantly, replaced by fierce determination. He eases back slowly enough that I have to bite my bottom lip to remind myself that this is fake, that I most certainly cannot reach for him and drag him on top of me to finish what that kiss started.

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Book Info:

He was the most beautiful man alive.
And if I wasn’t careful, he was going to be my death.
*A scorchingly hot modern retelling of Psyche and Eros that’s as sinful as it is sweet.*
In the ultra-modern city of Olympus, there’s always a price to pay. Psyche knew she’d have to face Aphrodite’s ire eventually, but she never expected her literal heart to be at stake…or for Aphrodite’s gorgeous son to be the one ordered to strike the killing blow.
Eros has no problem shedding blood. But when it comes time to take out his latest target, he can’t do it. Confused by his reaction to Psyche, he does the only thing he can think of to keep her safe: he marries her. Psyche vows to make Eros’s life a living hell until they find a way out of this mess. But as lines blur and loyalties shift, she realizes he might take her heart after all…and she’s not sure she can survive the loss.
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Meet the Author:

Katee Robert is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance and romantic suspense. Entertainment Weekly calls her writing “unspeakably hot.” Her books have sold over a million copies. She lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, children, a cat who thinks he’s a dog, and two Great Danes who think they’re lap dogs.
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