September 2008
all material c. Anna J. Evans
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Welcome to the September Newsletter
I'm so thrilled to share with you the cover for my first historical urban fantasy release! "Night's Rose" will release in February 2009 from Tor/Forge. All the scoop on that next month, so stay tuned.
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Anna's News
Upcoming Releases:
"Taming the Madam" September 26th from Ellora's Cave
"Wicked Delicious" November 26th from Ellora's Cave
New Reviews:
5 Angels for "Devil Take Me" from Fallen Angel Reviews
"Namtar is the perfect partner for Annie and together they are sweet, romantic, and sexy. Devil Take Me is fantastic all around from the first page to the last."
An "A" from Simply Romance Reviews and an "Outstanding Read" Award for "Beauty Sleep", 4th in the Perfectly Wicked series:
"Beauty Sleep is a keeper...A charming read with plenty of spice, give it a shot I don't think you'll be disappointed."
5 Blue Ribbons From Romance Junkies for "Ellora's Cavemen: Jewels of the Nile Volume 2":
"...A prime example of what an anthology should be. Each story is full of impassioned characters who leave the reader in awe of the authors' talents."
B+ from Simply Romance Reviews for "Risking it All":
"Smoldering, steamy, sexy, there aren't enough words to describe the heat that is radiating off of the pages when these three get together...Just remember to having something to cool you off close at hand – you'll need it!
Excerpt of the Month:
"Taming the Madam"
Part of the Dark Pantheon series
Coming to Ellora's Cave September 26th 08
BLURB:
Jacob Forester, Apollonian vampire, heads west in 1864 when gold is discovered in Virginia City, Montana. After a life of hardship and poverty, this is his chance to overcome a legacy of subservience. A truly Dominant man--in the bedroom and out--Jacob vows the next person to stand in his way will pay dearly for their mistake.
Amelia Bouchette, a land walking Siren, runs the most decadent bordello in Virginia City--or she did until Jacob moved into town. Now business is off and she at risk of losing control of her coterie. She decides Jacob and his vampires must go, and she's exactly the woman to convince him to leave.
Jacob and Amelia take their battle to the sheets and soon find neither of them is inclined to continue waging war. They are a perfect match, a Dom and sub who seem destined to be together. But soon, an evil from Jacob's past threatens their new found happiness, and Amelia's life, convincing Jacob he must risk anything to keep her safe.
EXCERPT:
What were the others going to think? How could she ever show her face to her sisters once they knew what she'd done?
There now, you'll be able to breathe easier. The last strings holding her corset together slipped through their guides. Whalebone and lace fell forward into his hands. The truth comes more easily with a nice, deep breath.
She shuddered, her nipples tightening to aching points for reasons that had nothing to do with the chill air, and everything to do with the dark eyes of the man in front of her. Heat pooled in her belly and she fought to keep her breath from growing fast and shallow, from allowing her body to give him any other sign that being his captive drove her mad with lust.
Simply mad.
Now tell me, what were you looking for?
Just hold on, Amelia, she told herself. Don't tell him anything. He'll tire of this game and no one will have to know you were so easily caught, so easily tamed.
Oh but, gods, they would know. There was no doubt of it. His possession of her--body and soul--would be readily apparent to any sister who took the time to give her a hard look. They would all know that she'd been mastered, and what's worse…they would know she'd loved every minute of it.
Hadn't they already suspected her weakness? Wasn't that why she was here in the first place?
Tell me, sweet. His large, warm hands were on her again, smoothing up her ribs, stopping just short of her breasts. Her nipples beaded even further, to the point of pain, and the tension spiraling low in belly grew so fierce she actually whimpered.
She. Amelia Bouchette. New head of the Sisterhood of the American Frontier, whimpered.
She'd never work west of the Mississippi again. Hell, she'd be lucky if she could slink back to Europe, back to that diseased little Paris bordello she'd fled nearly seventy years ago. She'd be ruined, completely and utterly and--
Stop hiding from me. Lift your face. Let me see your eyes.
Amelia moaned as she obeyed, no longer sure if she were awake or asleep. Every time she met his dark, nearly black gaze, she was immediately beside herself, outside herself, adrift on the promise of pleasure etched on the hard planes of his face. But the drunken, lost feeling was more than worth it. For every time she acquiesced to his commands, he gave her just a bit more of what the weak, twisted part of her soul ached for.
Their eyes met and held and her breath slowed to a dead stop. The world spun dizzyingly around her as he deliberately reached out to where she stood--strapped to his wall, arms above her head, legs spread, as completely at his mercy as any man in the grip of a Siren's song. This time he rewarded her obedience by tugging at the ribbon at the top of her chemise. Breath whooshed into her lungs again as the fabric loosened, and the heated swells of her breasts tumbled out, now bare to the cool air.
If he looked down, he'd be able to see how she ached for him. Her nipples stung with the need to be touched. Her body hummed with desire and just the thought that he might brush one of those long, elegant fingers across her puckered, aching flesh was enough to make her tremble and another desperate sound escape her throat.
But he didn't look down, once again giving no sign that her desire was even apparent, let alone of interest. Gods. Damn. Him.
He was a bastard and she was going to do more than ruin his business as planned. She was going to wreck his life, reduce him to a quivering, quaking wreck of a man, bring him as low as he'd brought her…as soon as she managed to free herself from his spell.
It had to be some sort of spell. She'd never told anyone how she secretly dreamed of abandoning control, of being as swept away, as powerless as the countless men she'd seduced through the years. There's no way he could have known, no way--
"Mon dieu!" She cried out as he dropped one hand to her breast and flicked a calloused thumb across her tip. The electricity of that one simple touch rocketed through her body with profound effect. Her nipples were at once harder, tighter, screaming for more of anything he would give her. Her belly trembled and the muscles in her thighs clenched, struggling to squeeze together despite the fact that her legs had been secured to the wall a good two feet apart.
But surely she could overpower a little iron if it meant it would ease the terrible aching between her legs with the friction of thigh upon thigh. She needed at least that small satisfaction or she would run mad. Her sex was already in a desperate state. Creamy heat flowed down her thighs and the swollen lips of her cunny were plumped and ripe for a man in a way she hadn't been in more years than she could remember.
If only he would touch her there. If only he would lift up her underskirts and slide one--no, two--of those long, thick fingers into her primed channel. She would do anything for him then, absolutely anything. She would lay down her life and--
"Who are you? What have you done to me?" She squeezed her eyes shut, struggling to regain control.
A better question would be, who you are, sweet.
She hated--and loved--the way he called her "sweet", as if she were nothing more than a tasty treat he would enjoy at his leisure.
"Amelia," she whispered, her voice raspy from thirst. She had no idea how long she'd been hanging on the wall, but it had been long enough that the whiskey and tonic she'd had downstairs at his tavern was long gone. She was desperately thirsty, almost as desperate as she was for Jacob Forester's touch. "Amelia Bouchette. I manage the Maison des Filles."
That much I know. Why don't you think of a better way to answer my question.
He turned his back on her then, stalking slowly back across the room, treating her to a view of the long, silky, black hair he wore tied in a queue at the base of his neck and wide shoulders that tapered down to the most delicious bottom she'd ever seen on a man. She could imagine her hands smoothing over those firm, hard swells, her nails digging into his buttocks as he--
Amelia squeezed her eyes shut, blocking out all carnal thoughts. She had to concentrate, to figure a way out of this pickle she'd found herself. She opened her eyes again, determined to look anywhere but Monsieur Forester's derriere.
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