Today, I would like to introduce the ABC‘s of Holiday Romance as well as my new audiobook, Dangerous Cravings, which you can listen to a sample of below.
ABC‘s of Holiday Romance
A Manhattanite’s Christmas by Avery Aster
When it comes to raising his only son, single dad Sheldon Truman will do whatever it takes to secure the best Christmas for his autistic child, even if that means marrying America’s leading pop princess and starring on Celebrity Newlywed Boot Camp to pay for it. After all, he doesn’t believe in marriage, monogamy, or happily ever after, so what’s there to lose?
With a failing handbag line, a perfume brand that stinks, and a singing career gone flat, actress Neve Adele will do anything that her PR firm, Brill Inc., throws her way. So when she’s cast alongside the hottest bad boy she’s ever met, the cameras start rolling, and they’re forced to share a bed.
Once the filming is over, the feelings that Neve’s been faking toward Sheldon suddenly become a reality. Can she stop thinking about him and get her career back on track? Or will she give up her hunger for fame and get real with the Manhattanite who not only took her virginity but her heart?
Big Package by Opal Carew
Then he shows up: Kalen Welles, the football star from my high school fantasies—and offers me a ride.
Just when the car is getting cozy, the roads get shut down due to snow. Luckily there’s a nearby cabin where we can hole up for the night.
A warm fireplace, cozy blankets, pent-up longing we both spent years ignoring… maybe I’ll be able to unwrap Kalen’s big package before Christmas morning.
But when the snow clears and the ice melts, will the former football star and the shy nerd finally get a happy ending?
Cougar Christmas by Evangeline Anderson
Genevieve Wells is a cold-as-ice boss from Hell and she’s about to lose her job if she can’t produce a mate for the “Intensely Intimate Couples Retreat.” Unfortunately, her husband divorced her–a fact she’s been hiding for months.
Drew Jamison is her long-suffering employee bucking for a promotion. He hates Genevieve but finds her intensely attractive. She’s a frigid beauty who’s over ten years older than him–forever out of his reach.
When Drew agrees to impersonate Genevieve’s husband in exchange for a leg up the corporate ladder, he has no idea how intimate things will get with his beautiful but distant boss. But the retreat really isintense–edible body paints, costumes for role playing, and bondage themed sex toys are part of the standard welcome package at Whispering Pines Couple’s Resort. Not to mention the “Intimacy Exercises” they’re required to perform every night.
Drew and Genevieve play their parts well, but as the pressure mounts, Drew finds himself falling for a woman he once hated. And cold-as-ice Genevieve begins to melt, thawing to the sensual touch of a much younger man.
Will their deception be found out? Will they keep their jobs but lose their hearts? And will Christmas ever be the same again?
Other Links: http://evangelineanderson.com/books/cougar-christmas
My New Audiobook
Dangerous Cravings by Evangeline Anderson
By day, Tampa homicide detective Alex Reed is fiercely intelligent and tougher than any of the men in her department. By night, she explores her darker side by writing highly erotic novels of bondage and submission under the pen name Victoria Tarlatan.
Detective Cole Berkley is Alex’s longtime partner and best friend. He doesn’t know anything about her secret hunger to be mastered, but he’s about to find out.
A serial killer is working his dark magic, transforming wicked women into works of erotic art. His hapless victims are found tied to the bed in classic bondage poses, strangled and tortured in unspeakable ways. To crack the case, Alex and Cole go undercover in the BDSM community, posing as master and slave, dominant and submissive.
Can Alex hold on to her secret while being forced to play out her most private fantasies with her partner? And can Cole handle the change in his tough-as-nails partner from one of the guys to a woman with deeply erotic needs? The friction between them will soon be the least of their worries. The killer has a list of intended victims. Victoria Tarlatan is on it, making Alex next in line for the killer’s transformation. Will she pay for her Dangerous Cravings with her life?
Monday, December 13
Detective Cole Berkley
“Got a hot one for you.” Captain Davis dropped a thin manila folder on my desk, and my partner, Alex, scooted around to look over my shoulder. The downtown Tampa PD is in a renovated bank building that was built back in the sixties. Space is at a premium, so she didn’t have to scoot far.
“What’s it about?” She glanced up at Davis, who already looked pissed and tired even though it was only Monday.
The captain ran a hand through her curly, graying hair. “Remember the rape/murder Kendricks and Ramirez were working last month? The one where…”
“The vic was found tied to the bed with the mask on,” I finished for her. “How could we forget? More of the same?”
“More of the same,” she confirmed. “But this time the vic’s still alive, or she was when her roommate called it in. The Carlton Arms down by USF, and I need you there quick. Ambulance is on the way, too, but I’d like you to get there before they disturb the scene, if you could.”
“The CA,” I muttered. “Where else?”
“You don’t want much, do you, Captain?” Alex stood, grabbing her jacket from the back of her chair. “They’re going to be sending the ambulance from University Community. We’d have to fly to get there first.”
“I have faith in you, Reed,” the captain said dryly. “And this case is going to belong to you and Berkley—” She nodded at me. “—from now on, since Kendricks is off until he gets out of the hospital and Ramirez moved.”
“Thanks, Merry Christmas to you, too,” I muttered, grabbing my own jacket and the folder off the blotter. Alex tossed me the keys, but I tossed them right back again.
“We have to go fast. You drive. I’ll read.”
“Hey, won’t the other guys razz you if they find out you’re letting a girl drive?” She grinned at me, an expression I hadn’t seen in way too long.
“I’m only letting you drive because you get car sick reading in traffic,” I said, grinning back at her. To be honest, she’s the better driver, and I’d like to think I’m not too much of a macho jerk to admit it. Of course, I’d never say it out loud.
“I’ll drive, but we’re taking my car—no whining,” she said, obviously seeing the look on my face.
“Fine…fine.” We ran out to the parking lot behind the Tampa PD and found her bright yellow VW Bug. Not exactly inconspicuous, although that wasn’t why I had a problem with it. It’s a great little car, and Alex can really make it sing when she wants to—she whips around bigger vehicles like they’re standing still. But “little” is the operative word. It’s not easy to fit somebody my size into a car like that.
“No whining,” Alex said again as I folded all six-foot-five of myself into the yellow Bug.
“I feel like I’m in a damn clown car at the circus,” I grumbled, ignoring her. I closed the door, my right shoulder jammed against the glass. It’s a good thing I’m not claustrophobic.
She revved the engine and peeled rubber out of the lot. “Not surprised about that, Cole—big clown like you.”
“Hey,” I protested mildly. “I thought I was a lug. Or maybe a lummox.”
She raised her perfectly pointed eyebrows at me. “Since when are you a ‘lummox’?”
I shrugged. “Don’t ask me. I can’t keep track of all your little pet names for me.”
She punched me lightly on the shoulder and whipped around a city bus, cutting off a white Hummer that was idling along in the fast lane. The driver blew his horn and Alex muttered, “Blow your nose, asshole. You’ll get more out of it.”
“Alexandra!” I did my best impression of her mother. “Language, young lady.”
She smirked at me, giving me a look from those big brown eyes of hers. My partner, I swear, has eyes just like Bambi—in fact, sometimes I call her that just to tease her. She hates it. But those eyes—they’re soft, brown, and big enough to drown in, with a thick fringe of black lashes all the way around. To look at her you’d think she wouldn’t hurt a fly.
She’s short, too—well, not really, I guess. Five-seven isn’t really all that short for a woman; it’s just that everybody seems short to me. But she’s curvy, which makes her look shorter than if she were all skin and bones like some women are. And she has those eyes, like I mentioned, and this thick, wavy brownish-blondish hair she used to wear really short. She’s been growing it out lately, and it’s almost down past her shoulders. I like to watch it brush over the collar of her shirt, but I’d never tell her so.
Anyway, she looks more like a kindergarten teacher than a detective first class, which is what we both are. But her looks don’t fool me—I’ve seen those baby deer eyes narrow down over the barrel of her Browning, and I’ve seen her squeeze the trigger cold as ice. If the driver of the Hummer that honked at us knew Alex half as well as I did, he’d be keeping his hand off the horn and covering his nuts with it instead.