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When Friends become Lovers…

When friends become lovers…

 

It's one of my favorite storylines and it's the plot of my new book from Ellora's Cave, More Than Friends, out Friday June 18th. Here's a blurb to get you excited and a hot and naughty excerpt you won't find at the EC website.

 

Hugs, Evangeline Anderson

 

Zach and Emily have been best friends since high school but Zach wants much more. Emily is the girl of his dreams—and unfortunately taken. Zach knows her jerk of a fiancé isn't good enough for sweet, perfect Emily, but what can he do? The answer comes in the form of a frantic phone call late one night—Emily is in trouble.

 

When Emily agreed to go to the Rustler's Roundup charity auction for her eccentric employer, she never dreamed that she would be the goods auctioned off. Now, standing half naked on stage and being bid on by complete strangers, she's about to get a lot more charity than she planned on. Luckily for her, Zach rides to the rescue just in time. But in order to free her from the Roundup, he has to do a lot more than bid on her—spanking and sex are on the menu as well.

 

Will the hot sexual encounter destroy their relationship? Or will they finally become more than friends?

 

Excerpt—Warning, Explicit. Do NOT read at work unless you want your boss to spank you. ; D 

 

Zach risked a quick glance at the crowd of black leather-clad men milling around the base of the stage and realized she was right. There were more boos and catcalls now, men yelling for him to get on with it, to punish the girl he'd bid on like he was supposed to. "This place is crazy," he muttered, glaring at the crowd while still trying to keep an eye on the three ugly bouncers.

"I know," Emily said in a low voice. "But it looks like we're not going to get out of here until we do what they say. I think…think we'd better give them what they want, Zach."

"You can't be serious." He looked down at her, completely losing focus on anything or anyone else. She looked so incredibly hot in the tight corset and short black leather mini skirt—it was like something she might have worn in one of his fantasies. But no matter how hot she looked, he wasn't prepared to act on his urges right here on stage. And he definitely wasn't going to hurt her in any way.

"I am serious." Her green-gray eyes pleaded with him. "Look, Zach—all they want is a show. Can't you just pretend to…to spank me or something?"

"Spank her!" Yelled a voice from the crowd, as though in response to Emily's tentative question. "Put her over your knee and give her an old fashioned whuppen!"

Zach started to shake his head but then reconsidered. Maybe Emily was right—maybe they could bluff their way out of this. Although how they would fake the second part of the "punishment" was beyond him. Still, first things first—right now he had to do something to keep the crowd and the bouncers from tearing them both apart.

Looking to the side of the table bearing the implements, he saw a single straight backed chair. Taking the words from the unknown audience member as inspiration he clamped a hand on Emily's upper arm and pulled her toward it.

"Here," he said, sitting down and pulling her close. "I guess we don't have a choice."

"I guess not." Emily came to him willingly and sat on his lap.

"I don't want to hurt you." Zach looked her in the eyes. "That's the last thing I want, Em."

She shook her head, her cheeks glowing pink. "Do what you have to do. You…you might have to spank me hard to put on a good show. I have a feeling the crowd is going to be twice as pissed off if they figure out you're holding back."

"Damn it!" Zach felt himself tighten up inside. "Fine. But I can't do anything with you like this. Here." Before Emily could protest he flipped her over his knee so that her ass was in the air and her long golden brown hair was hanging down almost to the floor of the stage. It was a humiliating position but there was nothing else he could do—he only prayed she would forgive him for this when it was all over. In the mean time, he couldn't help but stare at the mouthwatering sight before him. The tight black mini skirt was riding up, showing the lacy black garters and the tops of Emily's upper thighs. God, if it went just an inch or two further he'd be able to tell if she had on panties or a thong under there… Zach shifted uncomfortably, aware that he was completely hard inside the black leather pants now. Could Emily feel his cock pressing against her flat stomach? He sure as hell hoped not.

"Very good, I see you're finally coming to your senses." The voice of the auctioneer made Zach look up from his contemplation of his best friend's perfect ass.

"I don't seem to have any other option," he growled, giving them man a hard look.

"No, you don't." The auctioneer smiled genially. Now that Zach was prepared to follow his orders, he seemed a whole lot happier. Smug bastard. "So which paddle would you like? Or do you want one of the riding crops?" the auctioneer continued.

Zach looked with dismay at the array of implements on the table beside him. There was no way he was hitting the woman he loved with any of that. The whips and paddles would leave marks on her pale skin, even through the leather skirt, he was sure. Even the hairbrushes looked hard and cruel under the merciless glare of the stage lights. "I'm not using any of that," he said, shaking his head. "My hand is good enough." He gave Emily a swat on the behind to prove his point and she let out a muffled little gasp.

The auctioneer frowned. "I'm afraid that won't do at all—unless you're going to spank her bare, of course."

"I don't—" Zach began.

"Do it!" Emily interrupted him. She looked up from her prone position, trying to brush her long hair out of her eyes. "Just…do it and get it over with, Zach."

"You heard the little lady." The auctioneer nodded at Emily's round behind, still encased in the ridiculously short mini skirt. "Why do you think there's a zipper up the back? It's not a fashion statement, my friend."

"I'm not your friend," Zach growled but he was already reaching for the silver tab at the bottom hem of her skirt. "Are you sure about this, Em?" he asked, just loud enough for her to hear.

"Yes." She looked up again. Her eyes were bright—with shame or unshed tears, he couldn't tell. "Just…just do it, Zach. We can talk about it later. Right now we have to get out of here."

"All right." There really was nothing else he could do. Grasping the silver tab he pulled firmly, unzipping the skirt and revealing the rounded globes of her ass encased in wispy black panties.

"Take those off," the auctioneer directed and this time Zach didn't protest. He just looked down at Emily who nodded.

"Do it." Her cheeks were a fiery red and he didn't think it was from all the blood rushing to her head. This was a humiliating experience for her—the best thing he could do was get it over and done with quickly so they could put it behind them.

Grabbing the top of the silky black panties, Zach pulled. To his horror, instead of coming down Emily's thighs, the thin strings that crossed her hips snapped and he was left holding a scrap of black fabric in his hand. He looked at it stupidly for a moment and then hastily shoved it into the side pocket of his tight leather pants. Hiding the evidence, he thought wildly.

"Well, that's one way to do it." The auctioneer was smirking. "Guess you're more eager to get a look at that hot little ass than you let on, buddy."

"Shut up." Zach could feel his own cheeks heating now as the crowd in front of the stage shouted and hollered. Apparently they thought they were finally getting the show they'd been demanding.

Zach's eyes were drawn inevitably to bare mounds of Emily's pert little bottom. Hardly knowing what he was doing, he cupped her carefully, his large hand spanning her ass easily. God, her skin was so silky and soft. She was naked from the waist down, except for the black garters which framed her perfect flesh and he could see almost everything. In fact, when she spread her legs just a little, he was sure he could see the mound of her pussy between her thighs. To make matter worse she was squirming in his lap, her pelvis and abdomen rubbing mercilessly against the hard ridge of his cock. Zach closed his eyes briefly and fought the urge to slide his hand down between her inner thighs and cup her soft little cunt instead of her ass. Damn it, he was about to explode here!

It was Emily that broke him out of the lustful trance he'd somehow fallen into. "Spank me, Zach," she begged breathlessly, thrusting her ass up into his hand, as though urging him to action. "Come on—do it!"

Feeling like he was on autopilot, Zach did as he was told. Bringing his hand down, he gave Emily's ass a sharp slap that made her gasp and wiggle even harder against him.

"That's right, buddy—give it to her!" someone in the audience yelled. "Spank that ass."

Hardly knowing what he was doing, Zach did. And again and again. On his lap, Emily moaned and struggled against him. He wasn't sure if it was an act or not. He was trying not to hurt her but as she'd said, they had to make this look real, so he couldn't fake it completely. The sound of his palm connecting with her bare, vulnerable ass seemed to ring in his ears. Smack…smack…smack! Zach wanted to stop but the crowd was going wild and he was afraid to think about what they had to do next. What he had to do next.

 

When Friends become Lovers…

When friends become lovers…

 

It’s one of my favorite storylines and it’s the plot of my new book from Ellora’s Cave, More Than Friends, out Friday June 18th. Here’s a blurb to get you excited and a hot and naughty excerpt you won’t find at the EC website.

 

Hugs, Evangeline Anderson

 

Zach and Emily have been best friends since high school but Zach wants much more. Emily is the girl of his dreams—and unfortunately taken. Zach knows her jerk of a fiancé isn’t good enough for sweet, perfect Emily, but what can he do? The answer comes in the form of a frantic phone call late one night—Emily is in trouble.

 

When Emily agreed to go to the Rustler’s Roundup charity auction for her eccentric employer, she never dreamed that she would be the goods auctioned off. Now, standing half naked on stage and being bid on by complete strangers, she’s about to get a lot more charity than she planned on. Luckily for her, Zach rides to the rescue just in time. But in order to free her from the Roundup, he has to do a lot more than bid on her—spanking and sex are on the menu as well.

 

Will the hot sexual encounter destroy their relationship? Or will they finally become more than friends?

 

Excerpt—Warning, Explicit. Do NOT read at work unless you want your boss to spank you. ; D 

 

Zach risked a quick glance at the crowd of black leather-clad men milling around the base of the stage and realized she was right. There were more boos and catcalls now, men yelling for him to get on with it, to punish the girl he’d bid on like he was supposed to. “This place is crazy,” he muttered, glaring at the crowd while still trying to keep an eye on the three ugly bouncers.

“I know,” Emily said in a low voice. “But it looks like we’re not going to get out of here until we do what they say. I think…think we’d better give them what they want, Zach.”

“You can’t be serious.” He looked down at her, completely losing focus on anything or anyone else. She looked so incredibly hot in the tight corset and short black leather mini skirt—it was like something she might have worn in one of his fantasies. But no matter how hot she looked, he wasn’t prepared to act on his urges right here on stage. And he definitely wasn’t going to hurt her in any way.

“I am serious.” Her green-gray eyes pleaded with him. “Look, Zach—all they want is a show. Can’t you just pretend to…to spank me or something?”

“Spank her!” Yelled a voice from the crowd, as though in response to Emily’s tentative question. “Put her over your knee and give her an old fashioned whuppen!”

Zach started to shake his head but then reconsidered. Maybe Emily was right—maybe they could bluff their way out of this. Although how they would fake the second part of the “punishment” was beyond him. Still, first things first—right now he had to do something to keep the crowd and the bouncers from tearing them both apart.

Looking to the side of the table bearing the implements, he saw a single straight backed chair. Taking the words from the unknown audience member as inspiration he clamped a hand on Emily’s upper arm and pulled her toward it.

“Here,” he said, sitting down and pulling her close. “I guess we don’t have a choice.”

“I guess not.” Emily came to him willingly and sat on his lap.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Zach looked her in the eyes. “That’s the last thing I want, Em.”

She shook her head, her cheeks glowing pink. “Do what you have to do. You…you might have to spank me hard to put on a good show. I have a feeling the crowd is going to be twice as pissed off if they figure out you’re holding back.”

“Damn it!” Zach felt himself tighten up inside. “Fine. But I can’t do anything with you like this. Here.” Before Emily could protest he flipped her over his knee so that her ass was in the air and her long golden brown hair was hanging down almost to the floor of the stage. It was a humiliating position but there was nothing else he could do—he only prayed she would forgive him for this when it was all over. In the mean time, he couldn’t help but stare at the mouthwatering sight before him. The tight black mini skirt was riding up, showing the lacy black garters and the tops of Emily’s upper thighs. God, if it went just an inch or two further he’d be able to tell if she had on panties or a thong under there… Zach shifted uncomfortably, aware that he was completely hard inside the black leather pants now. Could Emily feel his cock pressing against her flat stomach? He sure as hell hoped not.

“Very good, I see you’re finally coming to your senses.” The voice of the auctioneer made Zach look up from his contemplation of his best friend’s perfect ass.

“I don’t seem to have any other option,” he growled, giving them man a hard look.

“No, you don’t.” The auctioneer smiled genially. Now that Zach was prepared to follow his orders, he seemed a whole lot happier. Smug bastard. “So which paddle would you like? Or do you want one of the riding crops?” the auctioneer continued.

Zach looked with dismay at the array of implements on the table beside him. There was no way he was hitting the woman he loved with any of that. The whips and paddles would leave marks on her pale skin, even through the leather skirt, he was sure. Even the hairbrushes looked hard and cruel under the merciless glare of the stage lights. “I’m not using any of that,” he said, shaking his head. “My hand is good enough.” He gave Emily a swat on the behind to prove his point and she let out a muffled little gasp.

The auctioneer frowned. “I’m afraid that won’t do at all—unless you’re going to spank her bare, of course.”

“I don’t—” Zach began.

“Do it!” Emily interrupted him. She looked up from her prone position, trying to brush her long hair out of her eyes. “Just…do it and get it over with, Zach.”

“You heard the little lady.” The auctioneer nodded at Emily’s round behind, still encased in the ridiculously short mini skirt. “Why do you think there’s a zipper up the back? It’s not a fashion statement, my friend.”

“I’m not your friend,” Zach growled but he was already reaching for the silver tab at the bottom hem of her skirt. “Are you sure about this, Em?” he asked, just loud enough for her to hear.

“Yes.” She looked up again. Her eyes were bright—with shame or unshed tears, he couldn’t tell. “Just…just do it, Zach. We can talk about it later. Right now we have to get out of here.”

“All right.” There really was nothing else he could do. Grasping the silver tab he pulled firmly, unzipping the skirt and revealing the rounded globes of her ass encased in wispy black panties.

“Take those off,” the auctioneer directed and this time Zach didn’t protest. He just looked down at Emily who nodded.

“Do it.” Her cheeks were a fiery red and he didn’t think it was from all the blood rushing to her head. This was a humiliating experience for her—the best thing he could do was get it over and done with quickly so they could put it behind them.

Grabbing the top of the silky black panties, Zach pulled. To his horror, instead of coming down Emily’s thighs, the thin strings that crossed her hips snapped and he was left holding a scrap of black fabric in his hand. He looked at it stupidly for a moment and then hastily shoved it into the side pocket of his tight leather pants. Hiding the evidence, he thought wildly.

“Well, that’s one way to do it.” The auctioneer was smirking. “Guess you’re more eager to get a look at that hot little ass than you let on, buddy.”

“Shut up.” Zach could feel his own cheeks heating now as the crowd in front of the stage shouted and hollered. Apparently they thought they were finally getting the show they’d been demanding.

Zach’s eyes were drawn inevitably to bare mounds of Emily’s pert little bottom. Hardly knowing what he was doing, he cupped her carefully, his large hand spanning her ass easily. God, her skin was so silky and soft. She was naked from the waist down, except for the black garters which framed her perfect flesh and he could see almost everything. In fact, when she spread her legs just a little, he was sure he could see the mound of her pussy between her thighs. To make matter worse she was squirming in his lap, her pelvis and abdomen rubbing mercilessly against the hard ridge of his cock. Zach closed his eyes briefly and fought the urge to slide his hand down between her inner thighs and cup her soft little cunt instead of her ass. Damn it, he was about to explode here!

It was Emily that broke him out of the lustful trance he’d somehow fallen into. “Spank me, Zach,” she begged breathlessly, thrusting her ass up into his hand, as though urging him to action. “Come on—do it!”

Feeling like he was on autopilot, Zach did as he was told. Bringing his hand down, he gave Emily’s ass a sharp slap that made her gasp and wiggle even harder against him.

“That’s right, buddy—give it to her!” someone in the audience yelled. “Spank that ass.”

Hardly knowing what he was doing, Zach did. And again and again. On his lap, Emily moaned and struggled against him. He wasn’t sure if it was an act or not. He was trying not to hurt her but as she’d said, they had to make this look real, so he couldn’t fake it completely. The sound of his palm connecting with her bare, vulnerable ass seemed to ring in his ears. Smack…smack…smack! Zach wanted to stop but the crowd was going wild and he was afraid to think about what they had to do next. What he had to do next.

 

Hot new M/M Til Kingdom Come out from Loose id

Hot new M/M book, Til Kingdom Come by Evangeline Anderson, out 6/8/10 from Loose id. Check it out here http://www.loose-id.com/Till-Kingdom-Come.aspx

And here's a blurb and hot excerpt you won't see at the Loose id site.

 

Hugs to all, Evangeline

 

Blurb

In a time of mystery and magic one man is seeking to find his destiny. Prince Thrain Blackwater is on a deadly mission to capture the one who can help him get his revenge and make him whole. But in order to do so, he must perform an act of brutality that will alienate the man he hopes to claim as his own.

 

Prince Elias Trueheart is a Null—a noble of the royal Trueheart line who has no magic of his own. Resigned to a life of obscurity, his entire world is turned upside down the night Thrain comes for him. After the Blackwater prince claims him in a way Elias feels he can never forgive, he kidnaps him as well and drags him back to the snake pit he calls home—Castle Black.

 

Thrain is certain Elias will hate him forever—and he doesn't blame the other man a bit. Still, he hungers for Elias's love and will do anything to earn it, even if it means facing down his brutal older brother who wants Elias for himself. But will Elias ever return his feelings or is he incapable of forgiving Thrain's crime? He will have to make up his mind very soon for beneath the dark and dangerous Castle Black lies a secret that will unlock Elias's magic and a deadly riddle that will put both his life and Thrain's in peril.

 

 

Excerpt—Warning—EXPLICIT. Don't read this at work unless you're the boss and you know you can get away with it. : D

 

            "What do you want me to do—try and light the candle?" Elias looked across the room at the innocent beeswax pillar, wondering if it would melt into a messy puddle on the floor or if the fire of his magic would incinerate the whole thing completely.

            "Exactly," Thrain said. "And watch your eyes in the mirror. If the power inside you becomes too much to bear, let me know."

            "So you can…touch me?" Elias's throat was so dry he could scarcely get the words out. He wished it was dark in the room, as it had been the night before. Wished he couldn't look at the mirror and see Thrain's hawk-like eyes watching him so sharply.

            "Yes. Look, we'll try it like this to start with if it makes you so uncomfortable." Thrain reached in front of him and cupped the bulge in Elias's breeches. Rubbing it gently with the flat of his hand he murmured, "There now. That's not so bad, is it?"

            "I…I suppose not." Elias struggled not to press his hips forward and lean into the gentle, intimate touch. Gods, if he was still uncertain about what he should feel, why did Thrain's hand on Elias's cock feel so right? He was soothed and aroused at once, an odd combination and a feeling he'd never had before.

            "Good," Thrain murmured. "I won't do more unless I must. Now look at the candle, Elias. Concentrate. I want you to light it."

            Elias took a deep breath and looked at the wick, imagining a candle flame in his mind. Nothing big or frightening, just a tiny, safe little flame. "Burn," he whispered in the Old Tongue.

            The magic came at once, the power filling him like a cup to overflowing. A flame three feet high shot up from the wick. At the same time his eyes blazed gold, as bright as dragon fire in the mirror.

            "Too much." Thrain's voice was low and firm in his ear as he gently massaged Elias's cock through his breeches. "Back it down. Concentrate, Elias."

            "I…I can't." Elias felt close to panic. He could feel the magic growing in him once more, pushing at the boundaries of his mind. How stupid he'd been to call it to him! It was like letting a huge, rampaging beast into the house and expecting it to lie down quietly and do nothing.

            "All right then." Thrain's hands were busy with his breeches. Suddenly they parted and Elias felt cool air on his aching shaft. The draft was shortly replaced by the feel of Thrain's callused palm gripping him firmly. "Slowly," he breathed in Elias's ear as he began to stroke in a gentle rhythm that sent sparks of pleasure down his spine. "Call the magic to you. Feel it. Calm it."

            As before, the warm pleasure of Thrain's touch seemed to center him somehow and Elias felt his panic melt away as the other man stroked him. "Less," he murmured to the dripping candle which was much shorter than it had been before they began. "Much less."

            To his surprise and delight, the candle flame flickered and began to shrink. Soon it was barely bigger than a normal flame and, except for the runnels of melted wax dripping from the mantelpiece, it looked perfectly all right. More importantly, the magic inside him was no longer pushing to get out and threatening to burst him apart with its demanding power.

            "Good, very good," Thrain murmured in his ear. "Look at your eyes."

            Elias looked obediently into the mirror but it wasn't his own eyes that caught his attention. It was the sight of Thrain sitting behind him, his muscular arms encircling Elias's waist and one large hand gripping his cock. Elias's shaft was achingly hard, practically throbbing in Thrain's hand and he saw with a surge of shame that the plum-shaped head was shiny with precum. The sight was at once incredibly erotic and terribly embarrassing. "Gods," he whispered, feeling the hot blood rush to his cheeks. "I can't believe I'm letting you do this."

            "Why? It helps, does it not?" Thrain went on stroking as though it was no big deal to work Elias so with his hand. "Does the pleasure not help you bring your magic under control?"

            "It does," Elias admitted shakily. "It's just…I never thought to have to watch myself being so handled. Especially not by another man."

            "So we're back to that, are we? Your uncertainty about feeling attraction for your own sex?" Thrain sounded amused. "Let me assure you, Elias, did you not have at least some feelings for other men, the touch of my hand would cause you to wilt, not harden."

            "I suppose," Elias said reluctantly. He couldn't seem to take his eyes from the sight of Thrain stroking him in the mirror. Was he actually working his hips in time to the rhythm the other man had established? Actually thrusting up into Thrain's hand? He made himself stop at once.

            Thrain chuckled in his ear. "It's all right to enjoy yourself a little. You can move, I don't mind."

            "I do. I don't want to move. If I do I might…" Elias trailed off, embarrassed.

            "Don't worry that you might come." Thrain pressed his lips to the side of Elias's neck, a hot, possessive kiss that made him feel weak. "I won't let you do that until we're done."

 

 

Hot new M/M Til Kingdom Come out from Loose id

Hot new M/M book, Til Kingdom Come by Evangeline Anderson, out 6/8/10 from Loose id. Check it out here http://www.loose-id.com/Till-Kingdom-Come.aspx

And here’s a blurb and hot excerpt you won’t see at the Loose id site.

 

Hugs to all, Evangeline

 

Blurb

In a time of mystery and magic one man is seeking to find his destiny. Prince Thrain Blackwater is on a deadly mission to capture the one who can help him get his revenge and make him whole. But in order to do so, he must perform an act of brutality that will alienate the man he hopes to claim as his own.

 

Prince Elias Trueheart is a Null—a noble of the royal Trueheart line who has no magic of his own. Resigned to a life of obscurity, his entire world is turned upside down the night Thrain comes for him. After the Blackwater prince claims him in a way Elias feels he can never forgive, he kidnaps him as well and drags him back to the snake pit he calls home—Castle Black.

 

Thrain is certain Elias will hate him forever—and he doesn’t blame the other man a bit. Still, he hungers for Elias’s love and will do anything to earn it, even if it means facing down his brutal older brother who wants Elias for himself. But will Elias ever return his feelings or is he incapable of forgiving Thrain’s crime? He will have to make up his mind very soon for beneath the dark and dangerous Castle Black lies a secret that will unlock Elias’s magic and a deadly riddle that will put both his life and Thrain’s in peril.

 

 

Excerpt—Warning—EXPLICIT. Don’t read this at work unless you’re the boss and you know you can get away with it. : D

 

            “What do you want me to do—try and light the candle?” Elias looked across the room at the innocent beeswax pillar, wondering if it would melt into a messy puddle on the floor or if the fire of his magic would incinerate the whole thing completely.

            “Exactly,” Thrain said. “And watch your eyes in the mirror. If the power inside you becomes too much to bear, let me know.”

            “So you can…touch me?” Elias’s throat was so dry he could scarcely get the words out. He wished it was dark in the room, as it had been the night before. Wished he couldn’t look at the mirror and see Thrain’s hawk-like eyes watching him so sharply.

            “Yes. Look, we’ll try it like this to start with if it makes you so uncomfortable.” Thrain reached in front of him and cupped the bulge in Elias’s breeches. Rubbing it gently with the flat of his hand he murmured, “There now. That’s not so bad, is it?”

            “I…I suppose not.” Elias struggled not to press his hips forward and lean into the gentle, intimate touch. Gods, if he was still uncertain about what he should feel, why did Thrain’s hand on Elias’s cock feel so right? He was soothed and aroused at once, an odd combination and a feeling he’d never had before.

            “Good,” Thrain murmured. “I won’t do more unless I must. Now look at the candle, Elias. Concentrate. I want you to light it.”

            Elias took a deep breath and looked at the wick, imagining a candle flame in his mind. Nothing big or frightening, just a tiny, safe little flame. “Burn,” he whispered in the Old Tongue.

            The magic came at once, the power filling him like a cup to overflowing. A flame three feet high shot up from the wick. At the same time his eyes blazed gold, as bright as dragon fire in the mirror.

            “Too much.” Thrain’s voice was low and firm in his ear as he gently massaged Elias’s cock through his breeches. “Back it down. Concentrate, Elias.”

            “I…I can’t.” Elias felt close to panic. He could feel the magic growing in him once more, pushing at the boundaries of his mind. How stupid he’d been to call it to him! It was like letting a huge, rampaging beast into the house and expecting it to lie down quietly and do nothing.

            “All right then.” Thrain’s hands were busy with his breeches. Suddenly they parted and Elias felt cool air on his aching shaft. The draft was shortly replaced by the feel of Thrain’s callused palm gripping him firmly. “Slowly,” he breathed in Elias’s ear as he began to stroke in a gentle rhythm that sent sparks of pleasure down his spine. “Call the magic to you. Feel it. Calm it.”

            As before, the warm pleasure of Thrain’s touch seemed to center him somehow and Elias felt his panic melt away as the other man stroked him. “Less,” he murmured to the dripping candle which was much shorter than it had been before they began. “Much less.”

            To his surprise and delight, the candle flame flickered and began to shrink. Soon it was barely bigger than a normal flame and, except for the runnels of melted wax dripping from the mantelpiece, it looked perfectly all right. More importantly, the magic inside him was no longer pushing to get out and threatening to burst him apart with its demanding power.

            “Good, very good,” Thrain murmured in his ear. “Look at your eyes.”

            Elias looked obediently into the mirror but it wasn’t his own eyes that caught his attention. It was the sight of Thrain sitting behind him, his muscular arms encircling Elias’s waist and one large hand gripping his cock. Elias’s shaft was achingly hard, practically throbbing in Thrain’s hand and he saw with a surge of shame that the plum-shaped head was shiny with precum. The sight was at once incredibly erotic and terribly embarrassing. “Gods,” he whispered, feeling the hot blood rush to his cheeks. “I can’t believe I’m letting you do this.”

            “Why? It helps, does it not?” Thrain went on stroking as though it was no big deal to work Elias so with his hand. “Does the pleasure not help you bring your magic under control?”

            “It does,” Elias admitted shakily. “It’s just…I never thought to have to watch myself being so handled. Especially not by another man.”

            “So we’re back to that, are we? Your uncertainty about feeling attraction for your own sex?” Thrain sounded amused. “Let me assure you, Elias, did you not have at least some feelings for other men, the touch of my hand would cause you to wilt, not harden.”

            “I suppose,” Elias said reluctantly. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes from the sight of Thrain stroking him in the mirror. Was he actually working his hips in time to the rhythm the other man had established? Actually thrusting up into Thrain’s hand? He made himself stop at once.

            Thrain chuckled in his ear. “It’s all right to enjoy yourself a little. You can move, I don’t mind.”

            “I do. I don’t want to move. If I do I might…” Elias trailed off, embarrassed.

            “Don’t worry that you might come.” Thrain pressed his lips to the side of Elias’s neck, a hot, possessive kiss that made him feel weak. “I won’t let you do that until we’re done.”

 

 

Deal with the Devil

Hi guys, just wanted to announce that my new paranormal erotica book, Deal with the Devil, is out from Ellora's Cave this Wed April 7th.  Here's a blurb to get you excited plus a hot explicit excerpt you won't find at the EC home site.

Check out Deal with the Devil on the link below and happy reading!

Evangeline Anderson

http://www.jasminejade.com/ps-8286-50-deal-with-the-devil.aspx

 

Deal with the Devil

A paranormal erotic romance by Evangeline Anderson

 

Luz Velez is a shapeshifter who can't shift. Every time she tries to summon her inner wolf, she has a massive panic attack. Worse, her anxiety extends to the rest of her life. At twenty-seven she's still a virgin because attempting to have sex sends her into lockdown mode. She's miserable and stuck—until Jude Jacobson walks into her life.

 

Tall, blond, and dangerous, Jude is the most feared vampire in town and the minute he sees her, he wants Luz. Vampires and shapeshifters don't date but he makes her an offer she can't refuse—a blood exchange which will help her control her panic attacks and give her the life she's always wanted.

 

Luz is desperate—she takes Jude up on his offer. But she doesn't expect is to fall for the darkly seductive vampire—or to be plunged into danger when her past comes calling. When Jude's own dark secret comes to light, she begins to question her Deal with the Devil and wonder if she and Jude can make it…or if they'll die trying.

 

 

Excerpt—WARNING—EXPLICIT. Do not read at work unless you have a kinky boss who doesn't mind. ; )

 

I looked down at my hands. "We shouldn't be talking about this." But somehow I didn't want to stop. "I…I've never had a guy…do that to me," I admitted.

 

"That is a great pity. It can be very pleasurable for both parties if the chemistry is right."

 

"And do…do you think the chemistry is right between us?" I couldn't believe I was asking him this but the words seemed to come out on their own and there was nothing I could do to stop them.

 

Jude stroked a strand of hair away from the side of my face, his fingertips brushing my skin. "Can you deny it?"

 

"I…" I looked down at my hands which were clasped in my lap again. "I don't know. You're a vamp and I'm—"

 

"A beautiful woman whose needs have gone unsatisfied for far too long," Jude finished for me. "I'll tell you what, Luz—let me drink from you, as was our original agreement. Then, if you'll allow me, I would love to taste you in another way."

 

"You really want to—"

 

"Go down on you?" Jude's eyes were luminous in the firelight and his hair shone like dark gold. "Spread open your sweet, wet pussy and kiss and lick and taste until you come for me?" He gave me a slow, hot smile that seemed to melt things inside me. "Yes, Luz, I would like that very much."

 

I shivered, feeling hot and cold at the same time. "I…maybe we should just stick to the plan."

 

"Very well." He nodded. "But if you change your mind please let me know."

 

"All right," I managed to say. And then he was on his knees in front of me again, pushing up my skirt slowly to reveal my thighs.

 

"Your skin is so soft," he murmured, pulling me closer to the edge of the couch. "Will you open yourself for me, Luz?"

 

I found myself doing as he asked with no resistance. This time as my thighs parted I didn't clench my hands into fists or squeeze my eyes shut. I was still a little embarrassed at the idea of him seeing my naked pussy but it was a tingling, almost enjoyable feeling—I didn't feel panicky in the least.

 

I could feel the lips of my sex spreading as he opened my legs but I didn't hyperventilate or have a panic attack. Instead I watched, wondering what Jude would think of how aroused he'd made me. I was glad I'd just had a Brazilian wax a few days before. I like to keep things neat down there, even if the area never sees any action.

 

He took a moment to admire me in the firelight, his large hands warm on the insides of my thighs, his eyes drinking me in greedily. "So wet," he murmured at last. "So beautiful and open."

 

"I can't help it," I said. "You…when you talk to me that way I get…" I trailed off, embarrassed. But Jude finished for me.

 

"Aroused."

 

"Yes," I admitted, feeling my cheeks heat with a blush. "I know I shouldn't but—"

 

"Why shouldn't you?" He smiled at me, that lazy smile that made me feel like a thousand butterflies were taking flight in my stomach. "From the moment I saw you I wanted you, Luz, and I don't mean only your blood. I'm glad my emotions are not entirely one sided."

 

"You said it was only a business deal," I accused breathlessly.

 

His eyes flashed. "I lied."

 

Then he bent his head and nuzzled his face against my inner thigh. This time when I felt his hot breath on me, I spread my legs wider, opening myself for him completely. Offering myself in a way I never had to any other man.

 

I don't know what I expected but his bite wasn't painful at all. There were two sharp, tiny pricks right where my thigh met my torso and then my body was flooded with pleasure as he sucked.

 

I gasped at the sudden sensation. My nipples were tight and hard as bullets and my pussy suddenly went from damp to drenched. I could feel my juices sliding down my inner thighs and my clit throbbed like a second heartbeat. I can't explain it very well but it felt like Jude was stroking me from inside, like he's somehow gotten one of his big, warm hands under my skin and was giving me pleasure in the most direct way.

 

But though I writhed under him and bit my lips to keep from moaning as the pleasure built and built, I never came. After awhile it seemed impossible that I shouldn't. The sensations I experienced as he drank from me were so strong I felt like I was going to explode and yet the explosion never came. Soon the need to come became an almost physical pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Nothing but lie there beneath his mouth with his broad shoulders spreading my legs and try to endure it.

 

At last Jude lifted his head and looked at me. His eyes were as red as the burning coals of the fire. I felt like I could fall into those eyes and lose myself completely—it was a scary thought but a compelling one too.

 

"Please…" I whispered, looking at him.

 

"Tell me what you need." He wasn't asking, he was ordering. And yet I couldn't help obeying.

 

"I need…" I couldn't believe I was saying this. "I…I need to come," I admitted at last. "But I still don't know about letting you…"

 

"About letting me taste you." He leaned down and pressed his lips to the mound of my pussy, his eyes never leaving mine. "Perhaps you would allow me the trial of a single kiss. If you don't like it, we can stop."

 

I felt my breath catch in my throat. "Just…just one kiss?"

 

"Just the one," he assured me, stroking my bare thighs as he spoke. His hands felt warm and soothing.

 

"And if I don't like it you'll stop?"

 

He laid a hand over his heart. "You have my word as a gentleman."

 

I felt lost. "All right," I whispered.

 

DEAL WITH THE DEVIL

Hi guys, just wanted to announce that my new paranormal erotica book, DEAL WITH THE DEVIL, is out from Ellora’s Cave this Wed April 7th.

Check out DEAL WITH THE DEVIL and happy reading!

Evangeline Anderson

Deal with the Devil

Hi guys, just wanted to announce that my new paranormal erotica book, Deal with the Devil, is out from Ellora’s Cave this Wed April 7th.  Here’s a blurb to get you excited plus a hot explicit excerpt you won’t find at the EC home site.

Check out Deal with the Devil on the link below and happy reading!

Evangeline Anderson

http://www.jasminejade.com/ps-8286-50-deal-with-the-devil.aspx

 

Deal with the Devil

A paranormal erotic romance by Evangeline Anderson

 

Luz Velez is a shapeshifter who can’t shift. Every time she tries to summon her inner wolf, she has a massive panic attack. Worse, her anxiety extends to the rest of her life. At twenty-seven she’s still a virgin because attempting to have sex sends her into lockdown mode. She’s miserable and stuck—until Jude Jacobson walks into her life.

 

Tall, blond, and dangerous, Jude is the most feared vampire in town and the minute he sees her, he wants Luz. Vampires and shapeshifters don’t date but he makes her an offer she can’t refuse—a blood exchange which will help her control her panic attacks and give her the life she’s always wanted.

 

Luz is desperate—she takes Jude up on his offer. But she doesn’t expect is to fall for the darkly seductive vampire—or to be plunged into danger when her past comes calling. When Jude’s own dark secret comes to light, she begins to question her Deal with the Devil and wonder if she and Jude can make it…or if they’ll die trying.

 

 

Excerpt—WARNING—EXPLICIT. Do not read at work unless you have a kinky boss who doesn’t mind. ; )

 

I looked down at my hands. “We shouldn’t be talking about this.” But somehow I didn’t want to stop. “I…I’ve never had a guy…do that to me,” I admitted.

 

“That is a great pity. It can be very pleasurable for both parties if the chemistry is right.”

 

“And do…do you think the chemistry is right between us?” I couldn’t believe I was asking him this but the words seemed to come out on their own and there was nothing I could do to stop them.

 

Jude stroked a strand of hair away from the side of my face, his fingertips brushing my skin. “Can you deny it?”

 

“I…” I looked down at my hands which were clasped in my lap again. “I don’t know. You’re a vamp and I’m—”

 

“A beautiful woman whose needs have gone unsatisfied for far too long,” Jude finished for me. “I’ll tell you what, Luz—let me drink from you, as was our original agreement. Then, if you’ll allow me, I would love to taste you in another way.”

 

“You really want to—”

 

“Go down on you?” Jude’s eyes were luminous in the firelight and his hair shone like dark gold. “Spread open your sweet, wet pussy and kiss and lick and taste until you come for me?” He gave me a slow, hot smile that seemed to melt things inside me. “Yes, Luz, I would like that very much.”

 

I shivered, feeling hot and cold at the same time. “I…maybe we should just stick to the plan.”

 

“Very well.” He nodded. “But if you change your mind please let me know.”

 

“All right,” I managed to say. And then he was on his knees in front of me again, pushing up my skirt slowly to reveal my thighs.

 

“Your skin is so soft,” he murmured, pulling me closer to the edge of the couch. “Will you open yourself for me, Luz?”

 

I found myself doing as he asked with no resistance. This time as my thighs parted I didn’t clench my hands into fists or squeeze my eyes shut. I was still a little embarrassed at the idea of him seeing my naked pussy but it was a tingling, almost enjoyable feeling—I didn’t feel panicky in the least.

 

I could feel the lips of my sex spreading as he opened my legs but I didn’t hyperventilate or have a panic attack. Instead I watched, wondering what Jude would think of how aroused he’d made me. I was glad I’d just had a Brazilian wax a few days before. I like to keep things neat down there, even if the area never sees any action.

 

He took a moment to admire me in the firelight, his large hands warm on the insides of my thighs, his eyes drinking me in greedily. “So wet,” he murmured at last. “So beautiful and open.”

 

“I can’t help it,” I said. “You…when you talk to me that way I get…” I trailed off, embarrassed. But Jude finished for me.

 

“Aroused.”

 

“Yes,” I admitted, feeling my cheeks heat with a blush. “I know I shouldn’t but—”

 

“Why shouldn’t you?” He smiled at me, that lazy smile that made me feel like a thousand butterflies were taking flight in my stomach. “From the moment I saw you I wanted you, Luz, and I don’t mean only your blood. I’m glad my emotions are not entirely one sided.”

 

“You said it was only a business deal,” I accused breathlessly.

 

His eyes flashed. “I lied.”

 

Then he bent his head and nuzzled his face against my inner thigh. This time when I felt his hot breath on me, I spread my legs wider, opening myself for him completely. Offering myself in a way I never had to any other man.

 

I don’t know what I expected but his bite wasn’t painful at all. There were two sharp, tiny pricks right where my thigh met my torso and then my body was flooded with pleasure as he sucked.

 

I gasped at the sudden sensation. My nipples were tight and hard as bullets and my pussy suddenly went from damp to drenched. I could feel my juices sliding down my inner thighs and my clit throbbed like a second heartbeat. I can’t explain it very well but it felt like Jude was stroking me from inside, like he’s somehow gotten one of his big, warm hands under my skin and was giving me pleasure in the most direct way.

 

But though I writhed under him and bit my lips to keep from moaning as the pleasure built and built, I never came. After awhile it seemed impossible that I shouldn’t. The sensations I experienced as he drank from me were so strong I felt like I was going to explode and yet the explosion never came. Soon the need to come became an almost physical pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Nothing but lie there beneath his mouth with his broad shoulders spreading my legs and try to endure it.

 

At last Jude lifted his head and looked at me. His eyes were as red as the burning coals of the fire. I felt like I could fall into those eyes and lose myself completely—it was a scary thought but a compelling one too.

 

“Please…” I whispered, looking at him.

 

“Tell me what you need.” He wasn’t asking, he was ordering. And yet I couldn’t help obeying.

 

“I need…” I couldn’t believe I was saying this. “I…I need to come,” I admitted at last. “But I still don’t know about letting you…”

 

“About letting me taste you.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to the mound of my pussy, his eyes never leaving mine. “Perhaps you would allow me the trial of a single kiss. If you don’t like it, we can stop.”

 

I felt my breath catch in my throat. “Just…just one kiss?”

 

“Just the one,” he assured me, stroking my bare thighs as he spoke. His hands felt warm and soothing.

 

“And if I don’t like it you’ll stop?”

 

He laid a hand over his heart. “You have my word as a gentleman.”

 

I felt lost. “All right,” I whispered.

 

The Boys are Back…a new sequel to The Assignment

Hi Guys,

  I'm happy to announce that Detectives O'Brian and Valenti are back in my new sequel to The Assignment, Heart and Soul. Check it out from Loose id here

http://www.loose-id.com/Heart-and-Soul.aspx

And in the meantime, here's a blurb to get you hungry for more. Evangeline Anderson.

 

The Boys are Back…

 

It's been two years since tall, dark, and stoic Detective Valenti, and his partner, blond, intense O'Brian came to terms with their true feelings for each other.  Going undercover at the RamJack, the most notorious gay resort in the country, tested their friendship to the limit and forged a new love between them that has grown immeasurably since. The partners always have each other's backs and never let each other down.

 

But now O'Brian has accepted a new, dangerous undercover assignment where Valenti cannot follow. Working for James Talbert, the man who is single-handedly responsible for more illegal pornography than anyone else in the country, is bad enough. But the porn kingpin is also suspected of making gay snuff films—and his last five stars have ended up six feet under.

 

Valenti begs his partner not to go, but O'Brian is determined to take the assignment—and then fails to check in at the appointed time. Fearing the worst, Valenti goes undercover to rescue his partner, only to find himself caught in Talbert's sadistic web. Now he and O'Brian will be forced to act out a madman's darkest desires on film and hope they both survive. The ordeal will test and twist their love for each other, but will it draw them closer together or drive them apart? Whatever happens, it will force them to bare themselves to each other in a way they never have before, both Heart and Soul.

 

 **********************

And what are the critics saying?

Wave of Reviews by jessewave says: "If you're a fan of either the author or The Assignment and like GFY romances you won't want to miss Heart and Soul, another dangerous but enjoyable episode with O'Brian and Valenti who just can't seem to stay away from trouble and each other."

 

The Boys are Back…a new sequel to THE ASSIGNMENT

Hi Guys,

I’m happy to announce that Detectives O’Brian and Valenti are back in my new sequel to The Assignment, HEART AND SOUL. Check it out from Loose Id here.

Evangeline

The Boys are Back…a new sequel to The Assignment

Hi Guys,

  I’m happy to announce that Detectives O’Brian and Valenti are back in my new sequel to The Assignment, Heart and Soul. Check it out from Loose id here

http://www.loose-id.com/Heart-and-Soul.aspx

And in the meantime, here’s a blurb to get you hungry for more. Evangeline Anderson.

 

The Boys are Back…

 

It’s been two years since tall, dark, and stoic Detective Valenti, and his partner, blond, intense O’Brian came to terms with their true feelings for each other.  Going undercover at the RamJack, the most notorious gay resort in the country, tested their friendship to the limit and forged a new love between them that has grown immeasurably since. The partners always have each other’s backs and never let each other down.

 

But now O’Brian has accepted a new, dangerous undercover assignment where Valenti cannot follow. Working for James Talbert, the man who is single-handedly responsible for more illegal pornography than anyone else in the country, is bad enough. But the porn kingpin is also suspected of making gay snuff films—and his last five stars have ended up six feet under.

 

Valenti begs his partner not to go, but O’Brian is determined to take the assignment—and then fails to check in at the appointed time. Fearing the worst, Valenti goes undercover to rescue his partner, only to find himself caught in Talbert’s sadistic web. Now he and O’Brian will be forced to act out a madman’s darkest desires on film and hope they both survive. The ordeal will test and twist their love for each other, but will it draw them closer together or drive them apart? Whatever happens, it will force them to bare themselves to each other in a way they never have before, both Heart and Soul.

 

 **********************

And what are the critics saying?

Wave of Reviews by jessewave says: “If you’re a fan of either the author or The Assignment and like GFY romances you won’t want to miss Heart and Soul, another dangerous but enjoyable episode with O’Brian and Valenti who just can’t seem to stay away from trouble and each other.”