Tuesday, November 29, 2011


Welcome to day 1 and my part of the Twelve Days of Christmas Blog Hop! This hop is all about the newest Evernight anthology, Stockings & Suspenders which I am proud to be a part of.  Each day that passes a new author from the anthology with be spotlighted, and more of our scorching hot book cover will be revealed.
As the temperature drops, the women in this collection of stories find naughty and delicious ways to warm up for the holidays.
A boss with a proposal to make her sweat, a promise from an Italian assistant, a cabin in the middle of nowhere with two men waiting to cater to her every desire, a special surprise for a lonely solider...

All of these encounters and more from ten talented authors. Get ready for some holiday loving...Evernight style.

Look for my story, The Proposal
Lowly executive assistant Grace Hale is having a bad day.  Perhaps epically bad, until Dravin Hall, the scorching hot advertising legend, and one of the owners of the agency, invites her for drinks to discuss a proposal.  Maybe her Christmas gift will come early this year.  But one thing’s for sure.  She will never be able to go into The Fireside Grill again without blushing.

     My day continued with the same ease, ha, ha, in which it began. After lunch, of which I skipped and worked through, I tried to rally only to find the copier jammed. With this brilliant revelation, I was forced to walk down two flights of stairs, tucking file folders under my arm, as upbeat Christmas carols rang out in a taunt through the overhead speakers. When you’ve been reprimanded. Put on your bosses permanent shit-list. Given an almost impossible deadline.  Look like a wrinkled bush woman. Are hungry, lacking in good sleep, and you can’t even remember great sex, you’re not in the mood for Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la. 
            In retrospect, I should have waited for the elevator, but I didn’t take the time to wait. So once I arrived on the third floor, being out of breath and in a hurry, I dropped all my records before I made it to the ad department’s copy room. What I had to copy wasn’t really that pressing, but what I needed to get filed into archives was.       
            Skillful, Grace. I bent down in a rush. Quickly, I swiped a hand over my face to brush back falling hair from my eyes, all the while reaching with my free hand for the scattered documents. For a brief moment I wondered if my day could actually get any worse then decided to forgo that thought. After all, with my current track record I didn’t want to tempt fate. Cursing under my breath, I gathered up the paperwork and folders from the floor. That’s when it happened. I stubbed my finger on the baseboard and broke a nail. Oh, not just a mere break or slight chip, but a full on into the quick extravaganza.
            “Shit-fire!” I blurted out. 
            I stood up. Grasping my finger in a useless endeavor to stop the pain, I spun around. The files, which were quickly becoming the latest blight, started to slip. Oddly clutching documents along with my index finger, I ran right into… him.
            Mr. Hall reached out to grab my arms, steady me. “Still having a bad day, I see.”
            “It would seem so,” I replied.
            “Here,” he said, taking my tangled mess of files into hand, “let me help you.”
            I followed behind him, feeling very frumpy, a tad out of place, in pain as if someone was sticking a red hot skewer under my nail, and a whole lot of starved. He walked with my afternoon work load into the copy room of the advertising department. All I could do at the moment was pray my stomach did not growl like a Yeti. 
            “How was the secretarial lunch party?”
            I tried to keep my eyes off his well-formed ass, I really did, I promise. But I couldn’t help but notice how well he wore his black Armani suit, nor how he possessed a sensual, confident quality about him.
            “Hmm?” I mumbled.
            Mr. Hall stopped. Turned. Caught my gaze. 
            “The Christmas party, Grace. How was it?”
            I pulled my eyes up the length of his body, to his face. “Oh, um… I didn’t go,” I answered.
            My cheeks turned hot. He never said a word. He just kept his gaze locked with mine for a moment before he sat my documents and folders down onto an oblong table. 
            Mesmerized, I stood still, unsure, watching him saunter forward toward me. He picked up my hand. My breath hitched before I noticed he was looking at the bloody mess which was my nail. His aqua blue eyes flashed. Turning my finger he examined the damage I’d inflicted. Mr. Hall actually grimaced.
            “Don’t move,” he instructed. In the next instant, he dropped my hand and was gone, out the door.
            I glanced around the room, wondering if I should stand there or if I should buck-up, finish my archiving job, and head back to my office. With that thought, I gazed at the clock which sat on the counter. It was after two and I still had a ton of work to complete by five. I did not want to give the devil’s minion another reason to chastise me nor did I wish to receive two write-ups in one day. 
            The air conditioner kicked on, causing the snowflake garland which hung off the work space countertop to flutter. Yes, I did say air conditioner. Something this born and bred southern girl would never quite get used to. Heat in December. Nope, Los Angeles would not be privy to a white Christmas, not that it ever was. Perhaps I would turn into Scrooge, but no snow at Christmas, well, that didn’t seem right. 
            My attention was drawn to the art on the wall by the window. It was some of the agency’s top advertising campaigns. And hanging in the center, the campaign which made Mr. Dravin Hall a superstar in the ad world. I studied the ad, the use of color, the layout of the design. He’s really good. 
            The sound of whistling caught me off guard. I turned, looked over toward the table and saw him. He breezed back in, first aid kit in hand, whistling along with the song which was playing. Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer. This week was almost over, and soon the incessant sounds of Christmas would be no more.
            “Take a seat,” he directed. I complied. I moved to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down. “Give me your hand, Grace.”
            Obediently, I lifted my hand, presenting it to him.
            He took hold of my wrist. Held it carefully. A scowl, temptingly delicious, crossed over his brow. I came to the conclusion Dravin Hall had the kind of face which made you want to stare. It was a mixture of rugged masculinity, perfect proportions, with a touch of male model good looks. I had to snap out of it, stop staring. 
            He studied my throbbing finger. Rubbed the middle of my palm softly with his thumb.  Chills ran up my arm. Mr. Hall had strong hands, yet gentle. He opened up the first aid kit, pulled out some antibiotic ointment along with a Band-Aid then hesitated. “This won’t do,” he said. “Come with me.”
            Without argument I got up and followed him, but this time we did not go into an office. We entered into the men's restroom.
            “Um… I don’t think I should actually be in here,” I managed to say. He turned around, eyed me then grinned.
            “Give me your hand, and don’t worry.”
            I gave him my hand. He walked me forward three steps, coming to a stop at the sink before he turned the levered handle, allowing the stream of water to flow. Without notice, he pulled my hand forward. 
            “This might sting,” he said.
            Mr. Hall placed my battered finger beneath the faucet. It did in fact sting. I jumped a bit when the blood began to wash away in pinkish streaks down the drain of the snow-white porcelain. 
            “Sorry, Grace.”
            “I’m fine. I’ll live.”
            He twisted my hand under the stream of water to the left, the right…While doing this, his body brushed up against the side of mine. He smelled scrumptious, but I needed to keep my head. I desperately tried not to allow my imagination to wander. And it wanted to meander into some very naughty territory which included my hands tied to a headboard and his head between my thighs. With the knowledge that particular terrain would be filled with exploding landmines, I focused on my throbbing finger and not the warmth of his body.
            He pulled some towels from the dispenser, it clanged and grinded, releasing them like a long flapping tongue at the bottom of the dark machine. I needed to stop thinking about tongues.  His tongue. My tongue. The places our tongues could mutually explore… Stop it, Grace.
            Carefully, he patted dry my hand then the offending finger. Mr. Hall shook his head as if he were dissatisfied. His dark hair fell over his right eyebrow, tempting me. Then in a blinding move he lifted me up, causing my breath to catch in my throat. He had placed my backside down onto the long marble counter. I sat, tucked in-between two sinks. I must have looked dazed, confused, and maybe even a little turned on.
            “Relax,” he said softly. “This is a much better angle.”
            He placed his large hand into his pant pocket. My eyes roamed down the length of his well-tailored body. Oh, I meant his well-tailored suit. He pulled out the antibiotic ointment and the Band-Aid.
            My skirt seemed to ride up into immediate obvious territory. In a panic and unsure of what to do with my legs, I wondered, leave them dangling or try to cross them? Mr. Hall made my choice when he walked forward and placed his body between my thighs. Once again he picked up my hand. I watched in blushing amazement as he gently blew his warm breath across my finger as if to sooth. It took all of my strength not to reach out. Touch him. He rubbed the ointment onto my broken, jagged nail then circled a bandage around the felonious digit. It was strangely erotic.

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DAY 2 Stop by and visit C.R. Moss to find out about her story, Chasing Miss. Kringle at http://www.crmoss.blogspot.com/

Friday, November 25, 2011

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Friday, November 18, 2011

Author Spotlight Karyn Gerrard

Author Karyn Gerrard is here today on my Authors Spotlight.  She will be giving away one PDF copy of her new book, Black Lust, which released today from Evernight Publishing.

For your chance to win you will need to leave a comment or question on this blog along with your email address, and you must be a follower of both my London’s Scribbles blog and Karyn’s site  http://www.karyngerrard.com/
The winner will be picked at random and will be announced on November 25, 2011

Lucius Black lives a debauched and wild nightlife. Being a ‘Quarter’ (1/4 vampire), blood and sex are what he is. However, his existence wears thin after a century of hedonistic pleasure.
Trevina Patterson lives a quiet, happy life running a hair salon in a village on the east coast of the United Kingdom. It was a perfect life and all she could ask for, until a chance encounter with Lucius Black.
What was it about him that was so unsettling and yet so attractive?
For Lucius, no woman had ever been enough, until Trevina. She awakened in him feelings he had not thought possible. Passions considered by him to be little more than vampiric mythology. She awakened his...black lust.
 Trevina strolled up the stone walkway and knocked at the door. It was ajar, so she stuck her head in. “Hello? Anyone here?”
No one answered so she took a hesitant step across the threshold. Oh brilliant, it had hardwood floors and a fireplace. She felt the nearby wall, plaster, but with a fresh coat of paint. It was clean and bright. She imagined where she would place her few sticks of furniture when a deep voice boomed from the hallway.
“Who the hell are you, and what do you want?”
Her head turned toward the direction of the irritated voice. Her breath caught in her throat. A stunning looking man stood opposite her, his legs apart, and his arms crossed. He was in black leather from his long coat to the skin hugging leather pants and black boots. A tight black T-shirt accentuated rock-hard pectorals.
Trevina assumed this stunner looked like a fallen angel or a sexy demon, maybe both. At least that is how they seemed in the movies and on the telly. He had full red lips no man should possess and a scruffy days-old beard and chiseled handsome features. But it was his eyes, the same silver-gray as the sky over a stormy North Sea. They were very large and expressive, framed by long black eyelashes. She imagined the lashes were as soft as mink. He appeared dangerous, and she should be scared, but those eyes had her locked in a searing sexual Svengali-like gaze. He exuded perilous detachment. Impenetrable, guarded, and shielded from emotions. Why she sensed all that, she had no idea.
Instead of running to her scooter for safety, she stepped forward holding out her hand. “Trevina Patterson. Do you own this lovely cottage?”
The man stared down at her hand as if deciding whether to take it. He uncrossed his arms, took her hand and shook it. His hand was large, masculine, and very warm. His touch almost brought her to her knees it was so potent. His thumb stroked the top of her hand in a gentle circular motion. A slight sly smile curved his ruby red lips. She tried to bite back a moan but a shaky exhale escaped her throat. He let go of her hand. She felt anger mix with the intoxicating attraction. Did he get off making women react to him, especially women who were not beautiful? She knew she wasn’t. She accepted her blunt-plain features years ago; it saved her plenty of heartache.
“No, it belongs to a cousin of mine. I was looking at it, deciding if I was going to rent it. Why do you ask, Trevina?”
He used her first name. Oh, he was skilled at seduction. It dripped like molten honey in his voice, and she noticed he didn’t have a British accent. She moved closer to him. She would show this sexy leather clad demon she wasn’t intimidated. She looked up at him. Bloody hell, he was tall. “I would like to rent it myself. What’s your name?”
He crossed his arms again, a defensive posture to be sure. “Lucius Black.”
She couldn’t help but smile. The name fit him like a leather glove.
He cocked an eyebrow. “Something amusing?”
She bit her lower lip. “No. Nothing. So I’m out of luck apparently.”
He shifted his stance so he was, just inches away. Her breasts brushed by his impressive muscular chest causing a gush of liquid between her legs. He stared down at her, and his warm breath fanned her cheeks like the incendiary breath of a dragon. A damned sexy one. He exuded a spicy, woodsy scent that was bloody appealing. Warm flickering flame, fire and brimstone perhaps?
“I would not say that,” he whispered sensually.

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Super Excerpt! Thanks for sharing it with us.  Tell us a little bit more about the characters in this book.  Where did the inspiration to write about them come from?
Hi London, thanks for having me! I have always been fascinated with the concept of vampires, the immortality question, the many lives and lies they have to endure. My hero Lucius Black is a Quarter, or one-quarter vampire, so while he deals with the blood/sex lust of having some vampire blood, he is also human. He is in a category all his own in his clan and a bit of a loner because of it. The heroine Trevina Patterson is not a raving beauty, she is just an ordinary girl caught up in a sexy supernatural whirlwind.
What genre/genres do you prefer to write in?
 Historical is my first love, but of my three current/upcoming releases, I have written a time travel/fantasy, a paranormal and a contemporary. I don't like to categorize myself in any one genre or sub-genre.
How would you explain your writing style?
 I have been thinking of that a lot lately, I like to think of myself as an erotic romance writer, hot sensual. I wouldn't classify myself as full-bore Erotica.
Do you do anything specific when writing, like an outline or do you just jump in and start writing?
 I am a total panster, I do create the characters first, and have a very vague idea where the story will end up. Then I just sit and type and let the characters and story take me on a journey. Sometimes it takes me in directions I never dreamed. I love to plot~
Which authors inspire your own writing?
 Every romance writer I have ever read, no kidding! But If I were to choose a few, it would be the historical writers I discovered when I first started reading romance 5 years ago. Yep, even though I am a voracious reader, I only started reading romance recently. So Mary Balogh, Lisa Kleypas, Anna Campbell, Elizabeth Hoyt just to name a few.
What are you currently reading?
 Just finished Gena Showalter's The Darkest Surrender, now have a few of Lorraine Heath backlist queued up next.
I love Gena Showalter's Lords Of The Underworld series :D
What book character do you find sexy and why?
 Oh I do love tortured heroes, either scarred inside or out or both. The loner, the man who puts up a wall around his heart. Guess that's why I do love paranormals. Those guys are tortured in spades! Also in historicals the dissolute rake, the detached duke, the war weary soldier. You can see a pattern here, lol!
If your book Black Lust were made into a movie, who would you love to play the hero? Who would be your pick to play the heroine?
 Oh, Lucius Black is close to 6'5 in height so I will go with Jared Padalecki (Sam Winchester) from TV's Supernatural. Dye his hair black and you have Lucius! The heroine is a tougher choice, I liked the actress in The Source Code, Michelle Monaghan. She could be Trevina.

What can your fans expect to see from you in the near future?
 I have fans? lol! I would say more paranormal, historical, western, contemporary, and yes, more time travel!
Thanks so much for stopping by, Karyn.  I wish you all the best with your book sales and your continuing writing career.  You are more than welcome to come back to visit any time.
 Thanks London, you rock!
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Thursday, November 17, 2011

The Winner Is...

The winner of Elyzabeth M VaLey's book is:



Thanks to everyone who participated, and thanks to fellow author Elyzabeth M VaLey. 

Friday, November 11, 2011



She is the winner of my blog giveaway and will receive book 1 and book 2 in The Heart Of Winter series.

Thanks to everyone who participated! Keep checking in with my blog for more chances to win some great books, and maybe even some cool swag along the way :D


Thursday, November 10, 2011


I am super excited to have Author Elyzabeth M. VaLey here with me today on my Authors Spotlight.  She will be giving away one PDF copy of her new book, A Decade Of Longing, which is out now.

For your chance to win you will need to leave a comment or question on this blog along with your email address, and you must be a follower of both my London’s Scribbles  blog and Elyzabeth’s blog http://inadreambeyond.blogspot.com/ 
The winner will be picked at random and will be announced on November 17, 2011

Angelica and Alexander fell in love at a young age. Unfortunately, their love is doomed since the beginning. Forcibly separated, Angelica is obligated to marry another man at her father’s convenience while Alexander is prohibited from ever seeking her out again.
Ten years later, however, Alexander is no longer the callow boy he used to be. Now an influential gentleman, he is bent on recovering the only woman he has ever loved. No matter the cost. But has their love withstood the ravages of time?


Angelica stood up to receive Alexander. She had been trying to prepare herself for this moment all morning. The thought of seeing him, alone in her drawing room, had made her unable to concentrate and get anything done. She tried to feed on her anger, on the feeling of abandonment, of being cheated. She thought of the long ten years in which she had known nothing of Alex. She had spent ten years worrying about him, craving for him, hungering for him and yet she had known nothing. She had lived every day for the past ten years wondering if he would fulfill his promise and come back. Though she finally convinced herself that it would not happen, Angelica still hoped.

Yes! She was doing it! She was actually carrying on a civilized conversation without letting her feelings get in the way. All she had to do was avoid gazing into his eyes and she would easily be done with this silly reunion. She smiled to herself. She was still in control.

With renewed vigor, Angelica sat back behind her desk and shuffled some papers. While Alexander sat
down, she tried to calm her nerves by reminding herself that they were on her ground. This was her office and she was in control. She had no feelings for Alex whatsoever and after ten years, she was certain that there was nothing left in him of the man she had once loved.

Finally, she folded her hands atop the mahogany desk, cleared her throat and began to talk business.

“Our charity, Children of Today, was created a few years ago to try and help those poor children who are without a home. Our main goal is to give the homeless children a roof, meals, and in general a better life until they become adopted or are ready to go their own ways. We create activities such as raffle sales to try to help better the life of the little ones in our local orphanage. We also go to them at least once a week and teach them diverse things, or play with them, read to them––”


 His voice cut through her like the sharpest knife. Her words faded away and silence reigned. Angie. It was a simple word, her name. But said by Alexander, it held a whole new meaning: love, ache, desire. Angie. It reverberated through her, coursing through her body and causing a shiver to run down her spine. Her body recognized the voice and she looked up at him, making the fatal error of gazing into his eyes.

Angelica blinked. One moment Alexander was sitting across from her; the next, he was standing before her. So close. Too close. She tried to stand, but the moment she did, he snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. His lips found hers and she lost herself in a passionate kiss.

Angelica felt his soothing hand on her hair; his fingers burnt into her waist. Her bosom pressed against his chest, and she felt desire begin to course through her, concentrating itself between her legs. She heard a low moan emerge from her own body––something she hadn’t permitted herself to do for the past ten years. That one simple human reaction brought her back to reality. With force, she disentangled herself from Alex’s grip. Taking a step back, she slapped him hard.

“Angelica,” Alexander said huskily.

“How dare you?” she said, her voice rough. She cleared her throat. Her whole body trembled. She began to pace around the room, trying to distance herself from Alex; trying to forget his taste in her mouth, to lose the warmth he had radiated, the life he had infused in her.

“How dare you?” She turned to look at him.
“Thank you, Jonathan,” she managed to say in a normal voice. “Have a seat please, Lord Huntington.”
Even as Jonathan introduced Alexander, and he bowed low to her, she could feel her resolve fading away and her heart accelerating.

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*FANS SELF* Super sexy book cover, Elyzabeth.  I love your cover! Tell us a little bit more about the characters in your book.  What was your inspiration for writing this book?
Well, I’m going to be honest, London. *smiles embarrassed* I don’t really recall having any particular inspiration. A decade of Longing was born in 2009 as a Nanowrimo project. As I sat in front of my computer thinking of something to write, the first scene of the novel just came to me. After that, the novel took a path of its own.
As a writer, what genre/genres call to you?
 Both as a writer and as a reader I love fantasy and romance in almost all its sub genres. I think that historical romance, however, is my favorite type.
Is there any subject you will not tackle?
There are many subjects I haven’t touched yet, but I don’t think there is anything I wouldn’t tackle except for any depraved or illegal acts.
How would you describe your writing style?
My writing style is a little crazy, hehe. Sometimes I’ll make a plot guideline and follow it through but other times I’ll just write whatever scene keeps playing in my mind and go on from there.
Who are some of your favorite authors?
I’m a diehard fan of J.R.R. Tolkien above all else. Also in the fantasy genre, I love Raymond E. Feist. Romance wise I adore Diana Gabaldon and Gone with the Wind author, Margaret Mitchel, has had a top spot on my shelf since I was ten years old.    
 Great Authors.  Love Tolkien, as well :D
If you had to pick only one book that you love, what would it be?
Only one?  Mmmm… I’m torn between The Lord of the Rings and Gone with the Wind. I think I’ll pick The Lord of the Rings. I like Rhett Butler but Aragorn has that whole man of the wilderness, king in exile, hero thing going on that I can’t resist.
What is your favorite place to write?
 My house without a doubt and usually after midnight. It is when the house is quiet and I can sit back, relax, put on a little music and let the words flow.
I’m always asked about advice, so I’m going to ask you. What advice can you give to aspiring writers?
I’m no expert but I think the best advice I can give is to encourage them to keep writing. Whatever happens, no matter how many times you are rejected just keep trying. Publishing is a very subjective business. What one editor doesn’t like another could love. As a matter a fact, before A Decade of Longing was accepted by Evernight it went through a few rejections.
 Are you working on anything new, and if so what can your fans expect to see in the near future?
The first thing my fans can expect is a new short Christmas novel coming out on December 21st called “The Uncertain List” and published by Silver Publishing.  It’s about Santa’s helper, Tristan, and his last mission of the year: deciding whether Amy Donaldson goes into the bad or the good list.
I’ve also just signed another contract with Evernight Publishing for a new historical novel called “The Mercenary Knight”.  The novel tells the tale of Conrad, the chivalrous captain of a mercenary band and the saucy tavern wench whom he rescues, Tanya.
Finally, I’m currently trying to write a another medieval tale for Nanowrimo.
Thanks so much, Elyzabeth for stopping by my blog and for letting me pick your brain *SMILES* I do wish you much success with your book sales and with your continuing writing career.  Come back to visit anytime.
 Thank you for having me, London!
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Monday, November 7, 2011


Pleasure is just a smack and gasp away, as men and women push their boundaries for sexual satisfaction in ways many can only dream of fulfilling.
A collection of BDSM short stories, Master of Mine will take you on an erotic escape with characters you won’t soon forget. From forced seduction to the tried and true, let the authors of this anthology take you on a ride screaming with pain and pleasure. 

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No matter what your fantasy, these sinfully naughty tales are certain
to keep you reading late into the night...

Midnight Seduction is an exclusive collection of erotically charged stories by thirteen talented authors. From dark angels and vampires, to ghosts and kelpies, this anthology is sure to please paranormal romance lovers everywhere. Fulfill your wanton desires and escape into a world where anything is possible.

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Enchanted Book 1
Can love withstand the test of time?
Winter never truly understood love, nor did she have time for men until she met Austin Wells Carlyle.  He was the man who would rock her world to its foundations.  He would test her notions, give her something to believe in, and change her misguided thoughts regarding happily ever after. Strangely, she was going to allow him be the one thing she never believed in—her soul mate.

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Requiem Book 2 
For Winter Shae Perri there is only one man meant for her, Austin Carlyle.  That is, until their fairy tale life is shattered the night before they are to be married. 
Winter retreats deep within herself, hiding behind her romance novels, until sixteen years later she is startled to life by none other than Hollywood heartthrob, Cayden Cain. 
Cayden will have her questioning reality, because when she looks at him, she sees the face of Austin looking back at her.
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Friday, November 4, 2011


Today is the release of Requiem, book 2 in The Heart Of Winter Series. 

So in honor of my release I will be giving away, Enchanted book 1 and Requiem book 2.  All you need to do is follow my blog, leave a comment or question, and an email address.  The winner will be announced at random on November 11, 2011

Tuesday, November 1, 2011


Today, in the Authors Spotlight, I am pleased to have author Annalynne Russo.  Annalynne has a new book, Irresistible Nemesis which was released on Halloween from Evernight Publishing.  Take a look at her sexy cover.

Irresistible Nemesis - Teaser
Like most charming, charismatic vampires, Andreas had no problem finding dinner. He spotted a sweet, old homeless woman willing to make a blood donation. Her tattered grey overcoat and wide-brimmed hat covered the weathered features of her face. While her clothes looked worse for the wear, she was well-groomed and had recently bathed. All good news for a famished vampire. She smiled up at him, mesmerized by his impeccable gaze, and easily submitted to his demands. Andreas took his fill and left her intact, if not a bit light-headed from loss of blood. Then he turned back toward the subway station. His sleek form moved stealthily in the darkness. The only sound, the tip-tap of Ferragamo loafers as his footsteps came into contact with the iron rails of the track.
“Mr. Kristopolous, what a surprise!” A voice called to him. Its shadow lurked all around him. “I never figured you for the public transportation type.”
The hairs on the back of his neck rose. He recognized that voice. “Ms. Sambucco, how nice to see you again. I’ve just come from dinner. Had I known you’d be in the neighborhood, I would have extended an invitation.”
Eva snickered softly. “That’s very kind of you. But I’ve already eaten.” Her lilt voice dripped with sarcasm. She held her ground, even as the vampire undressed her with his eyes.
“Oh, on the contrary, my darling,” Andreas replied. “There’s always room for dessert. And you happen to be the most delectable treat I’ve come across in a very long time.”
Andreas approached her. His gait bold and self-assured. With each step forward, she took another one back, until he had her trapped against the wall of the subway tunnel. He lifted his hand in slow motion to gently stroke her cheek with the pad of his finger. His coarse digits glided along her jawline as the huntress lowered her head to avoid his intense stare. She didn’t seem to care much for bloodsuckers. At least, not one hell bent on seduction.
“I should warn you, Mr. Kristopolous–” she began.
“Please, call me Andreas.” He couldn’t breathe with her so near. Eva tilted her head to the side, and Andreas was rewarded with the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. Long, luxurious eyelashes cast a sublime shadow over her angelic features, including a provocative glimpse of her ample bosom. His control teetered on the edge of collapse.
This is crazy. Take her now, while you’ve got the chance.
An internal battle raged inside Andreas as the animal fought for supremacy. Eva looked up at him, newfound courage reflected in her beautiful brown eyes. Her face flushed in an array of color. The sudden rush of blood to her cheeks started his blood pumping and he growled with need.
Eva held her head high in blatant challenge. “Andreas. I advise you to back off. If you refuse, this will end badly. Very badly. I’ll either drag you in to the authorities by the skin of your teeth or kill you. Your choice.”
Without warning, Andreas pressed his burning lips to hers, demanding an acknowledgement. Eva broke away. Her head thrashed from side-to-side in an effort to resist his bold intrusion. But Andreas wouldn’t be denied. He pinned her pliant curves more rigidly to the wall and locked both hands to her sides. It was either take what he needed or die trying.
Andreas’s stare bore into her. He pleaded for total surrender. She blinked and her expression softened a bit. And he went for it with a kiss much more delicate than their first embrace. The pillow-softness of his lips and the silky smoothness of his tongue, coaxed a response from her. Eva had no chance in hell of surviving the pure rapture of his kiss. Its sweet sensation, a stark contradiction to the way his firm, rigid body pressed into her. The hard length of his cock rubbed against her clitoris, and she moaned out loud. Before long, she kissed him back with a hunger he’d never experienced before.
Andreas couldn’t stop the momentum of their mutual attraction. Neither of them could. It spiraled out of control with hands everywhere. Probing and prodding. They simply took that which was so desperately needed. Eva’s voracious tongue explored his mouth. Andreas sucked on her pouty lower lip. In a bold move he hadn’t expected, the huntress took hold of his firm ass cheeks and squeezed, unleashing the beast that prowled below on the surface. His fangs extended. Andreas scraped them against her tongue and tasted blood. Delicious, hot, and tempting. The taste drove him into a frenzy.
Like a lion pouncing on its prey, he grabbed the front of her floral-print blouse and yanked it open. Eva gasped as tiny glass buttons fell one by one to the ground. She opened her mouth as if to scold him just as Andreas swiped his sultry tongue over the lacy fabric covering her nipple. She went limp and melted in his arms, releasing the sexiest little half-whimper, half-moan he’d ever heard.
“You’re not a huntress. You’re a God damn witch sent to cast a spell on me.” Andreas groaned as he left a trail of passionate kisses along the side of her throat. “I should drain your blood this very instant and get rid of you once and for all. But the need to fuck you is so much stronger.”
“I know exactly what you mean.” Eva whispered the words, her voice rough and gravely as Andreas lifted his head to seek another one of her sizzling kisses.
As his lips descended upon hers, Eva jerked her head back in one swift motion. Her forehead came into contact with the bridge of Andreas’s nose. The blow took him by complete surprise. On instinct, he put his hand to his nose and saw the familiar red liquid pooled in the center of his palm. By the time he looked up again, ready to face his beautiful nemesis, she was gone, leaving him reeling. Both angry and aroused.

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Thanks so much for stopping by my blog, Annalynne.  I loved the teaser excerpt.  Tell us a little bit more about the book.  What inspired you to write this story?
I actually had a dream about the hero in my story, Andreas, while on a trip with my husband to Greece a few years ago. I was inspired by the history and architecture of ancient Athens.  For some reason, Andreas's story stuck with me and I felt compelled to tell it.

Do you do anything special to get into the zone of writing?
A special place that helps me get into the zone is my bedroom.  Not only is it cozy and comfortable, but it also serves as inspiration. My hubby likes to read the love scenes with me and act them out. It's a win-win situation.
*Smiles* Ah…love scene research, a must for any writer!

What genre/genre’s are your favorite, and why?
I am a HUGE paranormal romance fan and have been for years.  I can't get enough of vampires and werewolves...they are so sexy!  So after reading about them for so many years, I finally decided to try writing one myself.

How would you describe your writing style?
My writing style is pretty eclectic. I'm not big on story boards or plot lines.  I just write, read, re-write, and re-read.  I have read so many books that I know what a captivating story line looks and sounds like.

Do you prefer hot erotica or sweet romance?
 I am definitely a hot erotica type of girl.

Tell us what you have on your own personal To Be Read list?
I am looking forward to reading some upcoming novels by my fellow Evernight authors. Worth His Freedom by Adonis Devereux and The Last Etruscan by Lyn Brittan are just a few I'm anxious to get my hands on.

Who are some of your favorite authors?
Anya Bast would have to be one of my all-time favorites. Her writing is naughty and delicious.  But I also enjoy Christine Feehan, Lora Leigh, and Sherrilyn Kenyon.
Great authors!

What can your fans expect to see from you in the near future?
I am currently working on a vampire/mummy story set in Egypt.  The working title is Blood of the Nile and I hope to have it ready to submit to publishers by December.
Sounds great.  Super title.

I want to wish you all the best with your new book and with your writing career.  Please stop back by my blog anytime.

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