Belle by Anonymous Girls

 

 

 
Title: Belle
(A Tangled Royals Book #1)
Author:
Anonymous Girls
Release
Date:
March 21st 2017
Genre: Young
Adult | New Adult | Contemporary
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Dear
Reader,
 


Isabelle “Belle” March is a nobody. A nothing. A Peasant. No one even knew who
she was until one of the Royals, Adam “Beast” Castle, decided she was hot
enough to ignore the hierarchy at our school—a hierarchy I myself set in place.
I run this school, and the Upper East Side, too. Here at H.E.A., we stick to a
strict social status, something most of Manhattan does, too. So when Beast
starts dating Belle? All hell breaks loose.



 



Royals shouldn’t date Peasants, and you’re about to see why.

 

Oh, and please don’t buy this thinking you know how this story is going to end.
You know nothing. Nobody here at H.E.A. plays by the rules, or follows the
books. The only one who knows anything around here is me…

 

And I’m not telling anyone a thing.

 

XOXO,

 

 

Elsa 
 
 
 
 
Belle (A Tangled Royals Book #1)
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 Adam was a force of nature when he was out there on the field.
There was something almost animalistic in the way he reared his arm back,
calculated the risks, and some how managed to fire off a perfect shot toward
the receiver—more often than not, Prescott—every single time. Every time his
passes were caught, I waited for him to show some sign of his usual cockiness
or even excitement, but he just nodded, slapped his hands together, and did it
again. He was so grave, so focused, and it was clear he took his duties as
quarterback very seriously.
 

 

Whereas Prescott danced. Literally. I’d laughed along with the rest of the
crowd as he’d done his thing, but Beast had been too busy talking to his coach
as the defensive lineup trailed onto the field to see it. That’s how the whole
game had gone.


 

 

Beast doing his thing, Prescott doing his, and Ella and the Royals all cheering
them along with flips, bounces, and pyramids.


 

 

They cheered now, something about the Royals being undefeatable, and the W.W.H.
team going home crying, and the crowd went wild when Ella was flipped in the
air and caught by Elsa, Anna, and Tianna. Prescott grinned from the bench and
blew a kiss at Ella, who beamed, her cheeks red.


 

 

Something had changed between them since last night, and they seemed… happy.
Prescott no longer seemed like he was in a prison sentence without parole, and
even Ella had been smiling and joking with her friends while the boys played.


 

 

I looked at Adam. He watched the girls, too. His gaze was narrow on them,
almost like he was annoyed at something, but then he shrugged and turned back
to me. When he saw me watching, he grinned, lifted a hand, and waved. Smiling,
I immediately waved back. He pressed his hand to his heart, then slammed his
helmet back over his head.


 

 

Snow sighed beside me. “God, can you believe he’s yours?”


“Not really,” I admitted, tugging my slouchy hat lower. “He’s
so… so…”
 

 

“Beastly.”


 
Anonymous Girls are two New York Times and USA Today bestselling
authors who you’ve probably already read and loved. One day, we were talking,
and we decided to write a series together, and the Tangled Royals series was
born. We live on planet Earth, somewhere in a country, in a
house, and we wrote a lot of books individually, but we’re not about to tell
you how many.
 

 

Come on, you didn’t think we’d make it that easy to figure us out, did you?
That’s a secret we’ll never tell.


 

 

XOXO,


 


 

 

Sin With Me- Penance by Delaney Foster

Title: Sin With Me-Penance
Author: Delaney Foster
Genre: Contemporary/Erotic Romance
Release Date: March 21, 2017
You have heard her story, now here’s mine…
 
Who knew the destruction of a bullet followed by the voice of an angel would change everything? I was broken when Makenna appeared out of nowhere, offering to put me back together. That night I lost my soul but found my heart.
 
Little did I know, I’d spend the next 7 years doing what I vowed I wouldn’t, keeping my distance. But it has to be this way. It’s the only way to keep her safe. The sins of the father have been passed down to the son. 
 
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Delaney Foster is a wife, mother, and lover of all things romance. She is a true Southern Belle who enjoys a good wine after a long day and Saturdays at the baseball park. In her stories you will find sexy alphas, the women who love them, and a passion worth staying up past your bedtime for. 
 
 
 

 


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Solace In Silence by Melissa Ann

Title: Solace In Silence

Author: Melissa Ann
Release Date: March 21st

 

 
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Author: Melissa Ann
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Sometimes in our darkest moments,
When we can’t tell the lies from what’s true,
When we don’t have the strength to go on,
The love of a friend helps us get through.
 
Solace in Silence,
Is my personal fight,
Through poetry,
From darkness to light.
Excerpt #1:

 

One Day


Give me your hand,
I’ll help lift you up.
Let me hold you near,
And you can tell me what’s up.
 
You’ve been hurt in the past,
You have been broken down.
Instead of hating who did this,
You blame yourself, I can see it in your frown.
 
You hold the world on your shoulders,
Sometimes you wish you didn’t feel so much,
But this is the gift you’ve been given,
And you must accept it as such.
 
You fight the demons,
Every single day.
Most days you win,
But some days you’re too tired to slay.
 
If you look
Deep within your soul,
You’ll see a light,
Do you see the dim glow?
 
Just have faith,
In who you are.
And one day,
That light will grow.
 
So look at how far you have come,
Not how far you need to go.
As long as you keep fighting,
One day you won’t feel as low.
 
 
Excerpt #2:

We All Have A Purpose
 
I admit there are days,
I wish I didn’t exist,
When my illness takes over,
And it will not desist.
I’ve learned to live with the challenges.
It can be difficult, I won’t lie,
But it’s the way it affects my family,
That makes me want to cry.
I won’t go very far,
With my children in tow.
What if I get sick,
I’ll have nowhere to go.
I want them to have a great life.
To be able to see all there is to see,
But I feel I’ve taken that away from them.
And that doesn’t sit well with me.
One thing that is positive,
About this life they live.
My children have learned empathy,
And they have lots of love to give.
There’s a reason I’m still here.
I admit the reason was hard to find.
I may not always have the use of my body,
But I still have my mind.
I can create stories,
For others to read.
I can change people’s lives,
And help those in need.
I still have my heart,
I send love every day,
You must never forget you have a purpose,
This is the message, I must convey.
 

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Melissa lives in the Great White North in her spacious igloo with her two daughters, one of which is a mermaid, the other a unicorn. When she is not writing, she is riding her moose and wrestling with her polar bear. Due to the demand of her books, she was forced to train her hamsters to guard her home, as she typed out what the crazy voices in her head demanded.

She’s an avid supporter of World Wildlife Fund and makes an effort to involve herself as well as her family in fundraising campaigns for various charities. Melissa has an Employment Counsellor Diploma from Fleming College, but she prefers writing stories over resumes
Presently she has nine books published in a variety of genres, which include Poetry, and Historical and Contemporary Romance.

Her Work in Progress is an Urban Fantasy titled, Mirrored Souls will be published soon.


 

 


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Rocking Fate by Erin Trejo

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My life was always a mess. I’ve been alone since I was young. Meeting Ghost changed all that for me. Hells Fire gave me a place to call home. My actions from the past have followed me though.

Things get complicated when I meet Aria. I wasn’t looking for more than a weekend of hot sex.

I got a lot more than that though. When I find out who her father is, my life is thrown in another direction. Being forced to choose between what is right and what I’m forced into becomes my new struggle. Forced between a life I never wanted and one I’m not sure of will be my breaking point.

 

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“I see you ladies decided try it out with the bad boys, huh?” I hold a beer out to each of them. They take it.

“We figured that we would come out and see if you boys can handle us.” She’s bold, I’ll give her that.

“You never told me your name.” I grin at the girl with the mouth while she licks her lips.

“I’m, Dana. That’s Crystal, and…” I don’t let her finish. I finish for her.

“Aria.” Her eyes snap to mine. She looks a little surprised that I remember.

I wave Ghost and Devil over. I think we need to break this little party up a little.

Devil looks at the girls with a giant ass grin.

“What’s up, Roc?”

“Damn–fuck me ladies.” They all blush a pretty shade of pink when they look at Devil. You have to picture him though. Devil is a good-looking guy, but he is covered in tattoos and piercings. He must look exactly like what he’s called to these girls.

“These are my boys, Devil, and Ghost.” I see the way Devil is eyeing Aria. Too bad, I already laid claim to that one.

Moving past the girls as they introduce themselves, I throw my arm around Aria’s shoulders.

I lean in closely, nipping her earlobe.

“Glad you came back.” The way her body responds to me makes me want to haul her ass back to my room.

Ghost grins at me; that all knowing look on his face.

“What brings you girls out here? You don’t seem like the typical type that would be here.” Devil crosses his arms over his chest.

He isn’t a big man but he is intimidating. The girls swallow hard, looking around at each other.

“Vacation.” Dana speaks up, but she looks a little more nervous now.

 

 

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Erin Trejo is a wife, mother, child chauffeur and author. She loves being able to create different characters and spin a web that makes them come together in the end. Her books do not stick to just on genre, they span many.

She writes about things that are real life situations and fairy tales are not always smooth sailing. Her MC books are hard and gritty and they have struggles just like you would in life. She also has books that are not so in your face. There are several that are good love stories that are fraught with issues that the characters have to deal with.

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Twice as Hard by Amber Bardan

 

 

 

 

 

They caught me. Naked, shivering and dripping after a spontaneous swim in the forest. Two rugged men whose hard gazes captivated and scared me all at once.

They warned me. Told me I was on private property and I needed to obey the law…or I would be punished.

The idea of them both punishing me, pleasuring me, kept tormenting me. I couldn’t want them. I shouldn’t. But I did.

I didn’t mean to trespass again. I thought I could retreat without notice. But they’re coming for me.

To show me the pleasure in pain. To show me just how right forbidden can feel. And to love me twice as hard as I ever fantasized.

 

A man emerges, face pressed against the barrel of a shotgun.
I fall back on my elbows. A scream tears from my lungs. The sound radiates, gaining traction in its echo around us.
The gun lowers, revealing a face of molten fury. “What are you doing here?”
I swallow, gasping, “I’m sorry.”
“You shouldn’t be here. This is private land.”
“I’m sorry.” I scramble backward across the ground on my palms. Blood roars in my ears.
“I thought you were a deer. I could’ve shot you.” His gun falls the rest of the way down, pointing to the ground, but he’s no less menacing as he approaches. No less a hunter.
Me no less a deer.
“I could’ve killed you.”
I struggle for words. “I was at the waterfall. My husband told me to come this way.”
“Your husband?” He steps closer again. His dirty blond hair is cut short but ungroomed. Sandy bristles cover his jaw and continue down his neck. He isn’t as huge as the other man, but he’s plenty big enough.
“You’re not wearing a ring.” He looks at my hands, pressed to the dirt, then to my chest—still damp and shirt clinging. My nipples still ridiculously hard. “You’re not wearing much.”
My pulse hammers in my ears.
He crouches, then reaches for me and takes my hand. My fingers shake. I tell myself only because I’m still shaken up over the gunshot. He’s done nothing wrong. I’m the one who’s half-wet trespassing on private hunting ground. He helps me up, but doesn’t let my hand go. Intuition sweeps me into electrified sense of vulnerability. Not because of my state of dress, or rather undress, but because of the power of his hand around mine.
“Where would this husband of yours be?” The question could be innocent if his cool blue eyes didn’t narrow on me that way. If his voice wasn’t a silken lure, wrapping around me like an anaconda.
If his features didn’t pinch with the callous assessment of a hunter lining up a shot.
And maybe I could give my answer—nowhere that can help me now—if heat didn’t bubble in my blood.
“He’s waiting for me in our cabin. It’s just down the hill off the main road.” My tongue darts across my dry lips. “He’s expecting me back any minute.”
He’ll come looking. I let that statement, that outright lie, suggest.
His gaze flicks to my mouth. “We should let you go, then.”
We?
I feel, rather than hear, the movement behind me. I look back. The other man, the darker man, the one I’d let see me naked, emerges from the trees.
Oh, shit. My lungs freeze with foreboding, and blood rushes to my limbs, muscles twitching to flee.
“This time…” He keeps my hand held tight, belying his promise to let me go. “But know this, you’re on our land. Everything on this side of the mountain down to the canyon is ours.”
Steps approach, and for one heart-stopping moment I think they’ll catch me between them. Everything on this side of the mountain down to the canyon is theirs. There’s no doubt in my mind that, right now, that includes me.
“We hunt here.” He releases my hand. I don’t stumble back. The other man is too close. “Wander here again and who knows what will happen to you.”
“I’m sorry,” I repeat, and step sideways. “I won’t.”
He smiles so wolfishly. The silly fear I first had when I set out this morning, of what wild animals might lurk in the forest, vanishes.
It isn’t wild animals I have to fear.
It’s wild men.
“See that you don’t, Mrs.…?”
I take three more steps. He wants my name? Really? I glance between them. The darker one remains as stony and silent as he’d been before. His gaze now less desperate but more intense.
“Gabby.” I’m not quite brave enough to refuse to identify myself, but there’s not much you can do with a first name, especially one that’s shortened.
“I’m Clarke,” the gunman says, then gestures to the other. “That’s my brother Luke.”
My mouth opens. What am I supposed to say, nice to meet you? They threatened me then told me their names. Why?
“Goodbye,” I say, then spin and run as though my motherfucking life depends on it.
Sure feels like it does.

 

 


After spending years imagining fictional adventures, Amber finally found a way to turn daydreaming into a productive habit. She now spends her time in a coffee-fuelled adrenaline haze, writing romance with a thriller edge.

She lives with her husband and children in semi-rural Australia, where if she peers outside at the right moment she might just see a kangaroo bounce by.

Amber is an award winning writer, Amazon Bestselling Author, and member of Romance Writers of Australia, Melbourne Romance Writers Guild, and Writers Victoria.

 

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The Billion Heir by Nikky Kaye

 

 

 

LUCAS
I might be a brand new billionaire, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to take charm lessons from former socialite “Sexy Lexi Kink-ade.” She’s getting under my skin, but now I’m stripping away her veneer to find the woman underneath.

ALEXIS
I might be living hand to mouth these days, but Luke’s mouth on my hand isn’t helping. Redeeming his bad boy image is my job, but there’s something seductive about a man who can fight in a tuxedo and scare away paparazzi…

 

“Car’s not here yet.” She checked her phone, then looked up and me and blinked, as though seeing me for the first time. “Uh, you look good.” Her gaze slipped down to my chest and bright spots burned high on her cheekbones.
I shrugged my shoulders. With the jacket open and the top few buttons of the starched shirt undone, it wasn’t so bad dressing like a douchebag penguin. At least the loose pants hid the erection that always threatened me around her.
“Well, if you gotta junk punch somebody do it with class, right?”
Her eyes rolled up. “Yeah, real classy.”
“That’s me.”
She slipped the bow tie from my pocket and looped it around my neck, barely suppressing a giggle. I wished she’d do it again, so I could lock the sound in my memory bank.
“They took your tie?” Her eyes were focused on my neck. If I put my arms out we would be embracing.
“Yeah, guess they were afraid I’d hang myself in the holding cell or something.” I snorted. “I can’t even tie the damn thing.”
Fiddling with my collar, she whisked the tie back and forth with an audible swish. Her fingertips raised goosebumps on my neck as she tried to adjust me into something resembling an upstanding citizen. Her closeness was intoxicating.
Every day I noticed something different about her, something unexpected. Like the fact that the designer scarves she wore were probably older than her, or that the diamond studs in her ears were barely specks. Or that she took her cream and sugar with a little coffee.
Every day I edged closer to her, wanting to unravel all her secrets. At the moment she was unraveling me.
It wasn’t until she started buttoning my shirt back up that I grabbed her wrist.
“Stop it.”
Her eyes widened as she looked up at me. “I’m just trying to—”
“Yeah, honey, I know. But you’re going in the wrong direction.” I wished she were undoing my buttons—all of them.
Flirting with her had become second nature. The first time I leaned over her while she opened accounts for me on her laptop, the tips of her ears turned pink and her shoulders stiffened.
The second time was at the tailor. All I got were fucking suits and nooses in the form of pinstriped ties. I managed to convince her that I was uncomfortable with a dude taking my inseam measurement and only she could do it. I didn’t really think she’d do it, but she called my blush. I think her whole body blushed as she dropped to her knees in front of me and ran her hands up my thigh.
There was no escaping that I was very, very attracted to Alexis Kincaid. Scratch that. I wanted to fuck her against every vertical—and horizontal—surface in Manhattan, maybe even all five boroughs. But what had begun as just lust was shifting into genuine curiosity and admiration.
She was a tough nut to crack, but I’d let her crack my nuts any time she damn well pleased.
Ignoring the chaos of the precinct around us, Lexi crossed the ends of the bow tie around my neck and pretended to strangle me. “You’re impossible.”
“No, I’m very, very possible. Try me.” I flashed her a grin.
Her lips quirked as she stared at my chest, her fingers still on my buttons. “I’m not getting paid enough for this,” she muttered as her phone chirped. “That must be the car.”
Cool air and unspoken promises swirled between us as she stepped away from me to usher me out the door into the rain. I gallantly held the car door open for her. She jumped in and twisted around, her trench coat trapped underneath her.
“Get in, get in,” she urged from the back seat. “This is no time to be a gentleman!”
“Well, if you say so.” I hopped in the back seat beside her, already damp from the spring shower. She didn’t scoot back that much, leaving us close together. In the darkness of the car, her knees touched mine. We both paused, a fragile bubble of anticipation around us in the quiet of the car. I heard, rather than saw her lick her lips, and her breath was short and shaky. It was about damn time.
“Luke—”
“You said it was no time to be a gentleman,” I reminded her, before covering her mouth with mine.
Nikky Kaye is almost my real name. I’m a former Film professor who likes more than her movies to be black and white. Sadly, the world doesn’t work that way. I have worked with movie stars, Ivy League brainiacs, and the United Nations—all of which means that I’m familiar with ass-kissing, power struggles, greed and faking it. In my spare time I parent 5 year-old twin boys, serve on the board of an independent cinema, and run a medical consulting company.

 

 

In the Bonds of Earth by Janine Ashbless

What inspired you to write your first book?

My first book was a collection of erotic short stories with various supernatural and fantasy themes, and I was inspired to write them after a friend gave me a Black Lace collection and I realized “WOW! You are allowed to write this sort of naughty stuff!”

The first book of this trilogy, Cover Him With Darkness, started life as a short story that appeared in Mitzi Szereto’s collection Red Velvet and Absinthe, and the publisher at Cleis loved it so much that she asked me to write what happened next.

Do you have a specific writing style?

Madeline Moore called me “hardcore and literate.” I love that!

How did you come up with the title of your current book?

“In Bonds of the Earth” is a quote from The Book of Enoch, which is an apocryphal BC text not included in most Bibles, but which is all about fallen angels: “And from henceforth you shall not ascend into heaven into all eternity, and in bonds of the earth the decree has gone forth, to bind you for all the days of the world.”

Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

Right and wrong is not about following any set of laws, it’s founded on empathy.

How much of the book is realistic?

It’s a contemporary paranormal about fallen angels, but I put a LOT of effort into making the settings and details accurate. A big chunk is set in Ethiopia for example – so I went to Ethiopia for 20 days. The description of the rock-hewn churches is bang-on accurate…right up to the end of Chapter 9.

Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?

My real life is not that eventful, believe me!

What books have most influenced your life most?

“The Lord of the Rings.” I’m a geek; I started playing Dungeons and Dragons when I was thirteen. I think everything else has come out of that.

If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?

Angela Carter influenced my writing style and themes from the start.

What book are you reading now?

“The Tiger and the Wolf” by Adrian Tchaikovsky. It’s an excellent fantasy with a really unusual setting.

Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest?

Samantha McLeod and Sonni de Soto.

What are your current projects?

I’m writing the sequel to In Bonds of the Earth, and the final part of that trilogy: The Prison of the Angels.

Name one entity that you feel supported you outside of family members.

I’ve found the erotica writing community (which is mostly female btw) incredibly supportive, intelligent, and friendly.

Do you see writing as a career?

No – I see it as a vocation, and as my purpose in life.

If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?

I wish I’d made it clear that all fallen angels are left-handed. Too late now, lol.

Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?

I always wanted to write, I think.

Can you share a little of your current work in progress with us?

Egan came up behind me without a word and slipped his arms round my waist, kissing the top of my head, breathing the scent of my hair.
Goddamnit; to cut him some slack, I’m fairly sure he didn’t know the effect that had on me– my insides were doing that flip-flop thing that hurt so good.
“We need to talk,” he murmured.
I knew it! Here it comes. Mr. Rationality. Mr. Consequences. My stomach tightened up like a knotted fist. They were so different, my two loves. Azazel was a creature of appetite and the moment, living for his desires—but Egan lived in the battlemented ivory tower of overthinking, fending off the armies of his libido. Only when he was undermined by illness or exhaustion or drink did he ever fall into recklessness.
And me? I was much more like Azazel. I went with my gut instinct. None of this would have happened if that hadn’t been the case.

Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

After 15+ years of writing erotica, the most challenging thing is writing orgasms without just repeating myself!

Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?

I have many favorite authors, all wildly different, but the one thing they all have in common is that they have their own creative vision and they don’t compromise it or write to a market formula.

Do you have to travel much concerning your book(s)?

I LOVE travelling, and use the places I’ve been to all over the world as settings or inspiration for many of my stories and novels – even ones set in imaginary worlds.

Who designed the covers?

The cover of In Bonds of the Earth is by Deranged Doctor Design and I’m delighted with it! The publisher and I put a LOT of discussion into getting something we’d be proud of. In fact, input into cover design was my first stipulation in my contract!

What was the hardest part of writing your book?

Writing the main antagonist/villain, in a way that makes it clear they’re awful, yet understandable.

Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?

Every time you think you know your characters, they suddenly reveal another layer of complexity.

Do you have any advice for other writers?

If you have an uncomfortable truth to tell about your protagonist, put it in the mouth of an antagonist.

Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

Read critically. Don’t assume that everything a protagonist says is correct, or is projecting the author’s own opinion. We sometimes write characters that we think are getting it badly wrong.

What were the challenges (research, literary, psychological, and logistical) in bringing it to life?

I was brought up in a Christian (born-again Protestant) family but I’ve had to do a lot of research for this trilogy into other Christian theologies – Catholicism and Serbian Orthodoxy in particular, since my two main human characters belong to those traditions. There are surprising and significant differences that affect how they see the world.

Rapid Fire

Coffee – Tea: BOTH, IN STRICT TURN
Boxer – Briefs: BRIEFS
Jeans – Sweats: JEANS
Silk – Cotton: COTTON
iPhone-Galaxy: I DON’T OWN A SMARTPHONE!
Rightie – Leftie : LEFTIE
Soda-Water: TONIC
Cake-Pie: CAKE
Rock n roll – Country: ROCK
Mountains – Beach: MOUNTAINS
Cat -Dog: DOG

Favorite Movie: A Muppet Christmas Carol
Favorite TV Show: Game of Thrones
Favorite Car: Anything that can fit two greyhounds in the back
Favorite Color: Midnight blue
Favorite Male Film Star: Tom Hardy
Favorite Female Film Star: Eva Green
Favorite Fast Food: Chinese
Favorite Cocktail: Mojito
Favorite Musical Band: Rammstein
Favorite Singer: Freddie Stevenson
Favorite Song: “Solsbury Hill” by Peter Gabriel

Excerpt from In Bonds of the Earth:

Wrapping the cheap cotton throw from the foot of the bed around my bare body, I padded through to the doorway. The Archangel Michael stood in the middle of my small apartment, looking about him at the book shelves and the pictures. A paperback copy of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo slipped from his hand back onto the low table.
“Hello, Milja. Nice place. Has he moved his toothbrush in yet?”
It was like waking to find a giant bird of prey in my tiny living room; he looked wildly unsuited to a domestic setting and way too big for it, even with wings furled. In fact, with that Roman nose and those unblinking amber eyes, there was something distinctly golden eagle-like about him. If he stretched out he could knock over walls, I thought.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked. “This is my home. You can’t just come barging in!”
“You’re right,” he said, looking startled. “I have to have your permission. No, hold on, wait…that’s vampires. Shame.”
I pursed my lips. “Well, God certainly did not hold back on the sarcasm when he made you guys.”
He smirked. If you’re that good-looking, even a less-than-warm smile can be a weapon of devastating charm. Turning to the couch, he sat down with arms draped over the back and knees spread. It was not so much an invitation as a claiming of territory.
“What do you want?” I kept my voice hard, even as I thought of the icon of Saint Michael that had stood guard over the key in my father’s church. That holy painting had always made me feel nervous as a child, and he was no less intimidating in the flesh. His piercing gaze rested lightly upon me, with all the gentleness of a sword-point.
“Nothing.”
His rigger boots were caked in dried mud, I noticed, and flaking on my rug. I wished he would blink. It still creeped me out, even though Azazel should have inured me to it. “Angels aren’t supposed to lie. What are you doing here?”
“Waiting.”
“So, what…you’re sitting guard over me until Azazel comes back? Is that your plan?”
“He’s too much of a coward to face me. Runs every time.”
“If that’s the way you want to call it.”
He looked at the kitchen door. “I see you have a kettle. You got any tea? I like that Earl Grey stuff. Tastes like flowers.”
“I know the rules, you know. You can’t actually do anything to me.”
“True enough. And I’m not stopping you leaving, if that’s worrying you.”
“I can move out. Get a new place.”
“That’s fine, I’ll find you. This apartment’s a bit small for the two of us, to be honest.”
I clenched my jaw, weighing my options. “Okay,” I said, and dropped my wrap to reveal my naked body, in all its post-coital salty glow.
That wiped the smile off his lips. “Don’t play those games,” he growled, sitting up and looking away from me.
Love is Azazel’s weak spot. Shame is theirs. They’re terrified of their own human flesh.
“What? Does this make you uncomfortable? That’s a pity, seeing as how it’s my house and I like to walk around it naked.”
“You are shameless.” His gaze was sliding all over the place, not daring to settle on me.
“I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.” I hefted my breasts and jiggled them. “They’re my tits. In my apartment. If you don’t want to see, clear out.”
“Put your robe back on,” he rasped.
“Oops,” I said. “Did I drop it?” Turning my back to him, I spread my feet and, straight-legged, bent over to pick the fabric up again. Nice and slow…
He moved so fast he’d launched me across the room and onto my bed before I even realized he was out of his seat. The abused mattress twanged in alarm. It knocked the wind out of me—and more than that, shocked me half to death. I wasn’t in the least bit hurt, not even bruised, but I hadn’t expected him to touch me at all, under the rules. Maybe the Boatman sailed closer to the wind than I’d bargained for.
“Don’t do that, whore!” he barked, leaning into my face. He looked furious. I knew why. It takes a human decades to learn how to deal with all the things that come with an adult body—all those hormones and instincts—without losing control. Angels never had the advantage of a gradual introduction.
I had two choices: surrender or fight. I bared my teeth and snarled right back at him, matching his rage and contempt. “Or what? You’re going to rape me? ’Cause I think that might just count as a fall from Grace, don’t you? And then you’d be royally fucked, Mister Michael.”
He recoiled, drawing himself up in undisguised horror. I took advantage of the gap between us to roll over and pull the drawer of my bedside cabinet open, pulling out the silicon rabbit sex toy I’d been given at my graduation party. I hadn’t used it in months, I couldn’t even remember if there were any batteries in it, and I certainly wasn’t feeling horny, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me.
“Wanna watch?” I asked, spreading my legs wide. “Because that’s what us girls do when we’re home alone these modern days. You can go into the other room if it squicks you out to see. Then you’ll only have to listen to the noises I make.”
He turned on his heel and stomped away, slamming his hands into the doorframe hard enough to crack the wood. But he didn’t leave altogether. He was just that bit too stubborn.

Blurb:

“I will free them all.”
When Milja Petak released the fallen angel Azazel from five thousand years of imprisonment, she did it out of love and pity. She found herself in a passionate sexual relationship beyond her imagining and control – the beloved plaything of a dark and furious demon who takes what he wants, when he wants, and submits to no restraint. But what she hasn’t bargained on is being drawn into his plan to free all his incarcerated brothers and wage a war against the Powers of Heaven.
As Azazel drags Milja across the globe in search of his fellow rebel angels, Milja fights to hold her own in a situation where every decision has dire consequences. Pursued by the loyal Archangels, she is forced to make alliances with those she cannot trust: the mysterious Roshana Veisi, who has designs of her own upon Azazel; and Egan Kansky, special forces agent of the Vatican – the man who once saved then betrayed her, who loves her, and who will do anything he can to imprison Azazel for all eternity.
Torn every way by love, by conflicting loyalties and by her own passions, Milja finds that she too is changing – and that she must do things she could not previously have dreamt of in order to save those who matter to her.
In Bonds of the Earth is the second in the Book of the Watchers trilogy and the sequel to Cover Him With Darkness.

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Author bio:

Janine Ashbless is a writer of fantasy erotica and steamy romantic adventure. She likes to write about magic and myth and mystery, dangerous power dynamics, borderline terror, and the not-quite-human.

Buyer beware! If you like dark romance and a hard-won Happily Ever After, try “Cover Him with Darkness,” “Heart of Flame,” or “The King’s Viper.” If you prefer challenging erotica, go for “Red Grow the Roses” or “Named and Shamed” instead. All her other books lie somewhere on the spectrum between.

Janine has been seeing her books in print ever since 2000. She’s also had numerous short stories published by Black Lace, Nexus, Cleis Press, Ravenous Romance, Harlequin Spice, Storm Moon, Xcite, Mischief Books, and Ellora’s Cave among others. She is co-editor of the nerd erotica anthology ‘Geek Love’.

Born in Wales, Janine now lives in the North of England with her husband and two rescued greyhounds. She has worked as a cleaner, library assistant, computer programmer, local government tree officer, and – for five years of muddy feet and shouting – as a full-time costumed Viking. Janine loves goatee beards, ancient ruins, minotaurs, trees, mummies, having her cake and eating it, and holidaying in countries with really bad public sewerage.

Her work has been described as:
“Hardcore and literate” (Madeline Moore) and “Vivid and tempestuous and dangerous, and bursting with sacrifice, death and love.” (Portia Da Costa).

You can find Janine on Facebook or at her website or blog.

Author picture credit to David Woolfall.

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