July 2008
all material c. Anna J. Evans
18 and over only.
Welcome to the July Newsletter
Happy July! Hope you Americans have big things planned for the holiday weekend and that the rest of you are enjoying your summer. I'll be headed to the RWA National Conference at the end of the month, and hope to see some of you writer/readers there.
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Anna's News
A NEW SALE! Anna is excited to announce the sale of her quickie, "Wicked Delicious" to Ellora's Cave. This short and steamy tale of a sin eater and the angel who turns her life around should be a Fall 2008 release!
And a bunch of new reviews for Risking It All, Anna's m/m/f menage, which is also part of the Oh Yum series from Ellora's Cave (Older women, younger men).
"Risking it All" by Anna J. Evans received 5 Hearts from The Romance Studio
"Oh My! This has got to be one of the hottest, sexiest and erotically enjoyable books I have read in awhile. It is a seduction of words that will set the readers imagination into over-drive.
This is a story of one night of erotically thrilling desire...The descriptive detailing of this story is richly enhancing and erotically thrilling. The characters are highly lovable, endearingly sentimental, and passionately devoted to each other that is a wonderful combination that works well with the story line. The talk dirty to me love scenes are erotically explosive yet captivatingly emotional in depth. This is a story that will leave the reader panting for more!"
And 4 Stars from JERR
"Oh Yum! This book was just what I look for in a short story- fast paced action, moving dialogue, and hot sex!...Bravo, Ms. Evans for a wonderful older woman story that was thoroughly enjoyable from its opening word."
And 4.5 Stars from Ecataromance Sensual
"Anna J. Evans is a genius when it comes to creating a sizzling novel. Risking it All is a passionate feast for the senses...Anna J. Evans never disappoints. Her stories are always hot and spicy without being over the top...Ms. Evans is definitely a premier author in a field where many of the authors are stars. No matter what she has in store for us next it will be a must read novel."
Excerpts of the Month:
"Devil Take Me"
By Anna J. Evans
Erotic paranormal
Available July 1st from Samhain Publishing
http://samhainpublishing.com/coming/devil-take-me
BLURB:
The road to hell is paved with good intentions. Or is that wicked seductions?
Annie Theophilus is used to life not going her way, but now the future is looking bright. She’s engaged and finally getting her happily-ever-after—until she catches her fiancé cheating. The garage seems to be the safest place for a well-deserved crying jag. Instead, it proves to be a portal from hell, out of which a sexy denizen of the underworld has just emerged.
Namtar, one-time death-bringer to mortals, has come through an Earth portal for one thing—power. If he can convince a human to willingly sacrifice mortality for eternity in the Underworld, he will gain the power he needs to get the queen off her throne and secure a future for his people.
But Annie’s seduction doesn’t go as smoothly as planned. Somehow she steals a piece of his heart, and he finds himself struggling with a depth of feeling he’s never known. Now, thanks to his own hesitation, they’re on the run from a murderous ex-fiancé and a few enraged demons.
How can he ask her to give him her soul—when all he can offer her is pain?
Warning: This book contains sex in a garage, sex on the run, and shades of BDSM experimentation between willing partners as well as graphic depictions of an insane demon queen punishing her male and female lovers with stuff that put the ick in icky.
EXCERPT:
She was tired of being Annie the doormat, of meekly accepting her rotten luck, her lousy lot, of sucking it up and putting her best foot forward day after day after day. She was sick of blaming herself for everything that went wrong, for taking the responsibility for things that were truly beyond her control. That was ending, right now. That Annie was dead, never to raise her meek, curly, black-haired head again.
“Screw you,” she whispered, swiping the back of her trembling hand across her mouth and coming to stand on wobbly legs. She slammed the car door shut behind her, suddenly not at all concerned about the dark. From now on, Annie Theophilus was going to be tougher, scarier than anything loose in the night.
Screw them, screw them all. Screw that clown car for taking her parents, screw her great-aunt for treating her like a dirty inconvenience, screw Roger for not loving her enough, and screw herself for being enough of a wimp to take it. And most importantly, screw her luck, her damned fucking bad luck she most certainly had never deserved. She didn’t believe in reincarnation and she had done nothing in her sad little life to deserve such a blighted, cursed, loveless existence. So if that’s all that God/The Great Spirit/The Universe thought she was worth, than he/she/it could screw off too. Forever.
“Screw you!” Annie screamed, her hysterical sob bouncing off the walls of the garage and echoing out into the condo complex, triggering a round of barking from the dog three doors down.
But who cared? She didn’t. Dogs were against HOA regulations, but screams of outrage, as far as she knew, weren’t expressly addressed in the Copper Head Condominiums Charter.
“Screw me?” A deep, resonant voice suddenly sounded from one of the darkened corners of the garage. Annie gasped with surprise and something else she couldn’t quite identify.
“Were you speaking to me?” it asked again. The velvety voice reached out into the night, caressing things deep inside of her no mere voice should be able to touch.
In spite of the fear rising within her, her body responded in ways that could never be attributed to anxiety.
“Who’s there?” Annie turned toward the stranger in her garage with an odd peacefulness. Whether it was the deep-seated, private rage she had just recognized inside of herself, or something entirely different, she was shocked to find fear subsiding as she confronted the incredibly large and imposing shadow.
“I’ve had many names,” the man said, his voice soft and comforting, as if he were talking to a frightened child.
Annie felt a burst of hysterical laughter threaten as she wondered if even the man who had broken into her garage thought she was out of her mind. Maybe she was, maybe Roger was right and she did deserve to be committed, but dammit if she’d go quietly. The fighting spirit she had suppressed for so long had surged to the surface, and it wasn’t about to meekly submit to anyone else’s idea of what was good, or right, or sane.
“Stop right there,” Annie ordered, holding up one small hand, realizing as she did how utterly useless any kind of physical protest would be against the man slowly approaching through the shadows of the darkened garage.
He was enormous, at least a foot taller than her own five three, with shoulders wider than any she had ever seen. If someone had told her shoulders like that on a real man were possible she would have called them a liar. Surely such rampant masculinity, such undeniable physical strength was nearly extinct in this age of desk jobs and rush hours. What kind of job must this man have, what kind of person must he be that his raw physical power would dwarf even the buffest body builders down at Venice beach?
“I won’t hurt you,” he said, once again in that soothing voice that slid silkily down her spine and pooled between her legs, knotting things low in her body.
“Why don’t I believe you?” Annie’s voice sounded breathy, aroused, even to her own ears.
What was wrong with her? Even at the beginning of her relationship with Roger, when she’d been filled with sexual curiosity, dying to know what it would feel like to satisfy the yearning that rose inside her every time they kissed, she hadn’t felt like this. She’d never felt like this, never been consumed with such instant, powerful attraction. Especially for a complete stranger whose face she couldn’t see clearly, who had broken into her home, and whose intentions were no doubt less than honorable.
“You don’t have to be afraid.”
“Don’t come any closer,” Annie said, fear once again trumping lust as he continued to advance and she backed away, flattening her body against the car behind her.
“You’re a beautiful woman.” He stopped only a few inches from where she stood, close enough for her to feel the heat of his body, to smell the faint odor of sandalwood and spice, an exotic scent that reminded her of incense.
“You can’t even see my face.” Fear and arousal warred within her as she looked up, up, up into his eyes. They reflected some unseen light, leaving the rest of his features in shadow, but hinting his face was just as stunning as the rest of him.
“I can see every part of you. I’m accustomed to the darkness.” For the first time she heard the strange lilt in his voice, the trace of an accent she couldn’t quite place.
Whoever this man was, he wasn’t a California native. But then again, who was? And didn’t she have more important things to worry about than her attacker’s country of origin? Attacker. He was her attacker, right? He didn’t seem violent, but he was most assuredly attacking her senses and wreaking havoc on her unsuspecting sex drive.
“I can see your raven curls,” he continued, his large hand reaching out to catch a lock of her hair.
Annie’s breath rushed from her body as she watched him twine her hair around his thick fingers in a caress as reverent as it was blatantly sensual.
“I can see your strong jaw.” The hand not busy in her hair moved to caress her face, sliding over the sensitive skin behind her ear and down the curve of her jaw to the tip of her chin.
“Strong jaw?” Annie shivered under his touch. She’d never considered her jaw particularly cute, let alone an erogenous zone. But she couldn’t deny his calloused fingers tracing along her skin made her ache with longing.
“You have the face of a royal and the lips of a courtesan.” His voice was husky as he moved the pad of his thumb to play along her full bottom lip.
Her breath wooshed from her chest and she had to struggle to hold back a moan as his caress grew increasingly demanding. His thumb slipped past her lips and Annie surprised the hell out of herself by sucking, pulling it along her tongue in a way that mimicked how she’d take something much thicker and more intimate into her mouth. He groaned softly in response and pulled free of her with a shudder.
Surely this man couldn’t be serious. He couldn’t be as consumed with instant desire as she was, especially if he could really see as well in the dark as he claimed. There was nothing royal or carnal about her. She was plain Annie, the woman no man looked at twice, the woman who couldn’t even keep her fiancé satisfied, who had about as much raw sex appeal as a baby anteater.
“Who the hell are you?” she asked, her voice harder, tainted with anger and lust. The anger she knew sprung from a variety of sources, but the lust was all for this man, this man who was quickly becoming someone she didn’t want to resist.
“I’m your destiny, I think,” he said. “And you, are mine.”
Before Annie could figure out what to say to that, her “destiny” lowered his lips to hers and she was lost, completely lost, and not at all inclined to be found.
"Wicked Witch of the West Village"
By Anna J. Evans
Ellora's Cave-Exotica
Super Plus novel-paranormal, erotic
http://www.ellorascave.com/productpage.asp?ISBN=9781419914768
BLURB:
Life's a bitch and so is Gail Teril, evil romance editor by day, failed heroine of her own life by night. She's the wicked witch of the West Village and she likes it that way…or at least likes it enough to avoid the scary process of trying to change her wicked rep.
But when a violent nut allergy at a writers' conference sends Gail into a coma and she wakes up in an alternate dimension, she has no choice but to take a hard look at her new life and herself. In a very adult somewhere over the rainbow peopled by sexy barbarian lovers, an evil zombie-making fiend and a green skinned man she knows she could come to love, Gail learns that sex can sometimes lead to power, but only her heart will lead her home.
EXCERPT:
"Do you think zombies sing campfire songs?" I clung to Rake's hand as we squatted behind the charred remains of what had once been some villager's cute little hut.
"Kumba ya maybe?"
"Maybe. I'm really glad you are up on your Earth culture," I whispered back with a little smile.
How could I be smiling while watching a few hundred zombie people sway back and forth like trees in an exceedingly creepy forest? I guess for the same reason soldiers crack jokes in their tanks. Humor helps ease the tension when you realize you might be about to die in some violent and probably very painful manner.
"I'm pretty good with the mirror. I can show you how to use it when we get back to the shelter if you want."
"To see Earth you mean?"
"Yeah. It's the closest thing Here has to a television. It's not hard to learn and we can even try to find your family," he said with a soft, comforting squeeze of my hand. He was doing much better with his empathy. I felt like hugging him again, but was afraid I'd get too distracted. Every time I touched the man I turned into a raving sex maniac.
"I didn't think everyone could see through the mirror." I let him lead me around the outside of the hut so we could get a better look at the entrance to the tent dominating the zombie camp. It was an enormous, bright red canvas affair that wouldn't have been out of place at the circus. There was warm light shining from inside and soothing flute-like music floated out toward where we hid, accompanied by the faint smell of roast beef. The Destroyer was a meat eater. Why was I not surprised?
"Only a few people can," Rake whispered over the rumbling of my tummy. I was starving and there was little I enjoyed better than a nice semi-bloody slab of meat. Perhaps the Destroyer would offer to discuss our inter-dimensional uniqueness over dinner.
"But you think I'll be one of the few?" I forced aside my foodish thoughts. I would not sit down and eat with a psychopath. It just wasn't right…right?
"I do."
"And why's that?"
"I believe in you."
"Aw, that's sweet."
"Am I making you want to puke?"
"Only a little bit." He really did seem to get me. I just wanted to kiss him and hug him and maybe get down to something a little more serious here behind the charred hut. I was hopeless. Better go save my barbarian before I totally forgot I was torn between the two of them and asked Rake to be my green haired love slave.
"You ready to go?"
"Shit, no." I suddenly had to pee really badly.
I hadn't gone since right before my shower and my small bladder was protesting. I kind of felt like I should have visited the loo after we gave away our clothes, but I was worried about my chicken shit guards losing their nerve and hadn't want to bother with wrestling my overalls on and off. Overalls are not friendly clothing for those of us who have to urinate frequently.
"I have to pee."
"You don't have to pee."
"Yes I do."
"You're just scared."
"I'm not scared, I have to urinate. It's a biological thing."
"Pee on the zombies, maybe it will scare them off."
"You're an asshole."
"You don't have to go in there. I can go look for Garreck and his men and you can hide here. I won't think any less of you," he said, his face dead serious all of a sudden as his hand played along the back of my neck. A shiver of desire passed through me and took the urge to pee with it.
"Okay, I don't have to pee anymore."
"If you really have to pee, I can turn around. I don't think the Lawlands will mind if you christen what's left of their house."
"I don't have to go anymore."
"Don't be embarrassed."
"Are you insane? We've had sex, I wouldn't be embarrassed to pee in front of you." I blushed for some strange reason. This was the most absurd pre-heroic rescue conversation in the entire history of heroic rescues.
"Good, I don't want you to be shy about your body with me." The look on Rake's face clearly conveyed he was not thinking of me peeing in front of him, but of something much more intimate and sexually graphic.
I had a sudden visual of me on my hands and knees with Rake kneeling at my back, ready to thrust his cock inside of what I was presenting to him without an ounce of shyness. I closed my eyes and cleared my throat softly against the vision, willing away the soft throbbing already taking up residence between my legs. Unless we were going to have a quickie right here--another thing made very difficult by the damn overalls--it was time to change the subject.
Copyright 2008 Anna J. Evans. All Rights Reserved.
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