Just wanted to let everyone know that my new book from EC, Defiled, is now out. Defiled asks the question, can a creature of Light love a creature of Darkness? And how hot is sex with a demon, anyway? One innocent angel is about to find out…

Check it out here

 http://www.ellorascave.com/m-10-evangeline-anderson.aspx

And read on for a blurb and a demonically hot excerpt you won’t find at the EC website.

Evangeline Anderson

            Defiled…

Every millennium the most innocent angel in all of Heaven is given to the most evil demon in Hell.

Elandra is an angel and it is her fate to be the millennial sacrifice. But though she fears for her life and her virtue, she never dreams that she will find true love in Hell.

Raziel is half demon, being raised by his powerful father to take control of the underworld. But when Elandra is presented to him as a sacrifice, he can’t bring himself to hurt her. Instead he lets her go.

Back in Heaven, Elandra can’t forget the beautiful demon with the blazing eyes. Raziel’s touch has started a fire in her soul and though she knows it is forbidden, she can’t help wishing to see him again.

Their love must be a secret but Elandra’s pure beauty incites the demonic half of Raziel’s nature. Can a demon love an angel without hurting her? For if Raziel is unable to keep his lust in check, Elandra will be cast out of Heaven for being Defiled.

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             Defiled Excerpt—Warning, explicit. Do NOT read at work.

She was the most beautiful creature that Raziel had ever seen. Her presence seemed to light his dim study, its walls line with books filled with infernal knowledge, charms and incantations which Raziel had read without pleasure. The imps laid her before him, on a couch covered in the tanned skin of the damned, and backed away slowly to stand by the door.

The angel lay there, trembling, her eyes blindfolded, her bound wings furled shut and tucked close to her slender body—so close they almost seemed to disappear. Her long golden hair was flung like a shawl over her shoulders and the light, gauzy robes she wore were so translucent that he could plainly see her full, thrusting breasts capped with ripe pink nipples and the slit of her sex, soon to be filled with his seed.

Beyond beautiful. Just as father said she would be, Raziel thought, studying the perfect celestial form laid upon the couch before him. There was not one imperfection, not a single flaw to mar her beauty. And in his father’s absence, he was the one commanded to see to the defilement of this innocent creature.

“Leave no part of her untouched,” Osgiloth had commanded before he departed Hell, leaving his only son in charge. “She is to be ruined as you take both pain and pleasure from her—that is the law of the sacrifice. Do what you like with her for as long as you like and then give her to the imps to finish off. That’s what I always do.”

“Yes, Father. That’s what you always do,” murmured Raziel, unaware that he was speaking aloud. “Always except once. And I am the proof of that single exception.”

Looking at her beautiful and nearly naked body, he ached to fulfill his father’s orders. Longed to rip away the gauzy robe of pure white and bare her pale, perfect flesh to his eager hands. He wanted to suck those ripe nipples, to twist them cruelly until she moaned and writhed under him. Wanted to violate her tight, virgin ass with his forked, demon’s cock. But most of all his demonic nature hungered for her cunt. He wanted to split her legs and plunge inside her, to fill her with his shaft and pump her full of spurt after spurt of his burning black cum until she moaned and quivered in pleasure and agony. Until she surrendered to his defilement of her lovely form completely.

But there was another side of Raziel’s nature—a side no other demon in Hell possessed. And that side pitied the shivering creature lying on the couch in his study. She looked miserably frightened and he longed to comfort her. To take her in his arms and stroke her silky hair, to smooth her ruffled feathers and reassure her. To tell her all would be well.

That would be a lie.

All will not be well. It will never be well for her again. Not if I obey my father’s orders. And obey I must. Raziel hardened his heart against her beauty. He would never rule in Hell as his father was training him to do if he couldn’t manage a simple defilement.

“Open your eyes, angel,” he barked, leaning over her and stripping away the filthy rag she wore as a blindfold.

She bit her lush lower lip and turned her face up toward his. Then, with what seemed to be an effort, her delicate lids fluttered and luminous silver eyes were revealed. Those eyes—angel’s eyes—reminded Raziel of someone he would rather not remember. Someone he had thought long forgotten. So instead of staring into them and letting himself be reminded, he turned his attention to the rest of her.

“You came dressed for the occasion, I see,” he sneered. Twisting one hand in the gauzy see-through fabric of her gown he yanked, ripping it open to bare her flesh.

The angel remained obstinately silent, her eyes growing wider and wider as Raziel palmed her full breasts and thumbed the ripe nipples that looked just made to be sucked. Gods, but her body was lush—not at all like the smooth, sexless bodies of the other angels he had seen on the occasions when he ventured beyond Hell’s boarders. If not for her silver eyes and white-feathered wings he might almost have wondered if the denizens of Heaven had sent him a human woman instead of an angel sacrifice.

“Do you feel this—my hands on you? Are you ready to meet your fate?” he taunted, tugging at her nipples until she moaned unwillingly. Encouraged by the soft sound, he let his hands wander further. If only she would fight him his demonic nature would take over, leaving him no choice but to take her. But though she gasped and cried out softly at his rough touch, the beautiful angel didn’t try once to defend herself or deny him what he wanted. In fact, it was only when he began to pry her slender thighs apart, she lost her composure completely.

“Please…” He voice was soft and musical, like harp strings being plucked. “Please don’t…don’t touch me there again,” she begged in a broken, pleading voice though she made no move to stop him.

Raziel froze. “What do you mean ‘again?’” he demanded. “Has someone besides myself touched you?” From the corner of his eye he saw the two imps that had brought her beginning to back away. “You—stay!” he barked at them and they froze on the spot.

The angel’s lower lip quivered but she lifted her chin high. “They…when they carried me one of them touched…touched inside me,” she whispered, her tone broken but defiant. “I begged him not to but he wouldn’t stop until the other made him.”

As quickly as that, everything changed.

Raziel was filled with a sudden protective rage—an emotion he had never felt before. He forgot that he was supposed to give whatever was left of the celestial sacrifice to the lowest demons to finish when he was done with her. All he could see in his mind’s eye was their filthy hands on her pure, unsullied skin. How dare they…how dare they touch what was his and his alone?

“Which one of you?” he turned to the imps who were now cowering in the corner their forked tails curled abjectly around their cloven hooves. “Which one of you dared to lay a hand on my angel?”

Okay—try to ignore the Boom-chicka-bow-bow 70’s porn star cover which you can see here www.evangelineanderson.com  if you want a laugh at my expense. (Hey the bad cover fairy visits all authors once in a while. All I can say is that the story is way better than the cover.) Read on to find out more.

Beauty and the Beast has always been my favorite fairy tale which is why I’m pleased to announce my latest release from Ellora’s Cave, Taming the Beast. Here’s a blurb and a naughty excerpt to get you hot ‘n bothered.

Taming the Beast…by Evangeline Anderson

Sold into a life of prostitution by her greedy uncle, innocent Gisella Trelain finds herself a prisoner in a dark and ominous dungeon. Chained to the wall is a muscular, naked man named Tristan who tells her he is under a curse.

Every month he is doomed to lose his humanity and take on the characteristics of a ravening beast—a beast with needs too savage to be satisfied by any ordinary woman. In order to break the curse, Gisella must submit completely to the beast and offer herself freely to slake its fierce sexual desires.

But the stakes are high in this fairy-tale come true and if Gisella isn’t able to open herself completely to Tristan’s inhuman lusts, she may lose her life as she attempts to…Tame the Beast.

Excerpt—Warning—Explicit!

Gisella was thinking hard, her lower lip caught between her teeth. “But you no longer hope?”

Tristan shrugged dejectedly. “There doesn’t seem to be any point. So many women have tried and failed. And too many have tried and died.” He nodded at the grisly pile of ivory bones. “You are just another in a long line, little Gisella. And when the twin moons rise as one overhead—and they will rise very soon for I can feel it—I will change my form and become a beast.” He sighed. “If such is the case and you do not care to try and break the curse, run as fast as you can to the door of the dungeon and call to be let out. Only you must be quick and go before I scent you in my animal form. The scent of a woman’s ripe body, especially if her pussy is wet and ready for fucking is too much for me to bear when I am the beast and I will certainly break my bonds and come after you.”

“And…and if I do not wish to run? If I wish to try and break the curse?” Gisella swallowed hard but forced herself to continue. “What…what must I do?”

Tristan looked at her with respect and wonder in his dark eyes. “Do you truly wish to try? No girl in years has had the courage. They all run from me in fright when they hear my story and see the bones of those that tried before them.”

“I…” Gisella risked another glance at the pile of bones and then stood up and took a step towards the bound man until she could feel the heat of his bare skin against her nearly naked body once more. “I do wish to try,” she said softly.

She thought of telling Tristan of her background and the reason she thought she might set him free of the curse but she sensed they had little time for talk. Already his dark eyes were taking a lighter cast and the curving black marks on his forehead and temples were starting to pulse, as if with some strange magical energy. Outside the twin moons must be rising even as they spoke and soon he would become a monster.

“What must I do?” she asked again.

Tristan looked down at her from his immense height and his dark eyes were now almost gold. “You must submit,” he said thickly. “Submit to my cock in your pussy, submit to my fucking. But I warn you, it will not be easy. As large as I am now, I grow even larger in my other form. And I am not gentle.”

Gisella tried to swallow and heard a dry clicking in the back of her throat. Was she really going to do this? After all, Tristan had offered her an easy way out—she could run the minute he changed and beg the servants to free her. Then, with her virginity still intact, she could make her way to the convent of The Goddess of Light and take up the life her parents had planned for her.

But when she thought of the convent, all she could think of was the way she would never again see a man, especially not a man as handsome and intriguing as Tristan. She would never know a man’s touch or feel a cock between her thighs, filling her pussy with cum. She thought of the pleasure she had felt when she touched him and tasted him—would it not be worth the risk to have such pleasure again? If she went to the convent, she would be dead before she had even lived. Whereas if she tried to break the curse, even if she failed, she would have lived a truer and more exciting existence in her final hour than she would have in a lifetime of being a celibate priestess mewed up in a temple with nothing to do but meditate all day. With that thought, she knew she had made up her mind.

Taking a deep breath, she looked Tristan in the eyes. “I am not afraid,” she said, though her heart was pounding so hard in her breast she could almost hear it. “And I wish to try to break the curse.”

“Very well. But remember, if you stay and allow yourself to be fucked by the beast I become, I will not let you go until I have had my fill. Until I have claimed your pussy completely and filled you with my cum. Do you understand?” Tristan’s voice was little more than a growl and the thick black marks on his temples had begun to come alive. They were no longer just flat markings, now they were long, curving black horns with wickedly sharp points that curved out and back from the sides of his forehead.

“I…I understand.” Gisella swallowed hard, suddenly wondering if this was such a good idea after all.

“Then if you truly wish to try, stay there where I can see you and smell you,” he rumbled. “And remember that you must not fight. Whatever I do to you, you must submit. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Gisella nodded, her pulse racing.

“Gisella, you are very brave, little one. The most courageous woman I have ever met. No other has had the courage to touch me, to take me in their hands and mouth and drink my cum.” He sighed and though his eyes were now rings of bright gold and the black horns curved up from his head, she found that she was sorry for him.

“I wanted to help you. I still want to help you.” Gisella stood her ground though he was growing in size and the humanity was leaving his golden eyes.

“But I fear…I fear to hurt you. If I awake from the curse and find you dead…” His voice was thick now, barely human and when he flexed his muscular arms against his chains they creaked alarmingly.

“I am not afraid,” Gisella said although it was a lie. “You…you won’t hurt me.”

“But if I do…” He shook his head, an animalistic gesture, like a beast getting ready to rut or fight. “No, it is… too much to risk. Don’t…don’t want you to…risk.”

“I’m staying.” Gisella shook her head and held her ground.

“No…Run…Now!” The last word was almost a roar and with it, she saw the last of his humanity leave the golden eyes.

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Hi guys,

   Don't you always feel kinda blah when the holidays are all over and you have to get back to the usual routine? After the excitement of Christmas and New Years (even with the scary economy this year) it's still hard to take down the holiday decorations and put your nose to the grindstone. Well never fear, I have a solution--my Free Novel Contest to end your boredom.

  Here's how it works--during Christmas a good blogging friend of mine pointed out that lots of people are strapped for cash and can't afford to buy books from their favorite authors. So I decided to post a free, never-before-read plus length novel at my site for all my readers.

   Every week I'm adding another two chapters after which I will post a single question. All you have to do to play is read the chapters and answer the question in the comments section under the post. Every time you post a correct answer, you'll be entered in a drawing for a free e-book. Right now I have four chapters posted so there are two questions to answer. That means that everyone who plays automatically has two chances to win right off the bat. Pretty neat, huh?

  So come to my site
www.evangelineanderson.com 
and click on the link at the top right of the page that says Blind Date with a Vampire--free read from Evangeline. It's a win-win situation--you get to read a free novel and get a chance to win another free e-book from me at the end of the week (this Friday to be exact.)I will announce all winners on my blog.

  Hugs and happy post holidays to all of you!
Evangeline Anderson

Very Naughty Stuff...

As an author I know that plot counts. You always want some story with your sex and you want to be rooting for the hero and heroine to get together in the end. But having said that, sometimes you want a book that's just plain dirty. I'm talking down in the dirt filthy, so steamy you want to be sure you're alone when you read it, so hot you need to sit on a big block of ice naughty.  
   
Well-that's what Picture Perfect is. It's basically mental masturbation ladies and I have to say I think it's the dirtiest book I've ever written. Check it out here to see if you agree
 http://www.loose-id.com/detail.aspx?ID=848  

And in the mean time, here's a blurb and excerpt to get you hot 'n bothered. ; )   Evangeline Anderson

Blurb-- Ever since Melanie's mom married Kurt's dad she's had the hots for her gorgeous, off-limits stepbrother. Knowing that Kurt feels the same way doesn't help her lust but through an unspoken agreement they ignore their forbidden feelings. Then Kurt drives her to a modeling shoot for an exercise book and winds up volunteering to model as her partner. What neither of them know is that the exercises in the book are all sexual--a modern Kama Sutra.

Melanie tries to ignore the sparks flying between her and Kurt, even when they have to get naked and pose for pictures that are both explicit and erotic. But how can she resist her sexy stepbrother? Will she and Kurt be able to keep from breaking the most forbidden taboo of all or will they give in to temptation in order to get every shot Picture Perfect?

Excerpt—Warning, Explicit!
"C'mon, Mel. You can do this," Kurt murmured in my ear, and I realized that I had been standing there in front of the double bed with my hands on the sash of my robe, frozen in place for almost a minute. Lisa was watching me with narrowed eyes as though wondering if she'd made a mistake. Quickly, I shrugged out of the robe and sat on the side of the bed. My nipples tightened into hard little points as the cool air caressed them, and I shivered and tried to keep my eyes down. I was vaguely aware that Kurt was sitting right beside me, less than a foot away and that he was also nude, but I couldn't make myself look at him -- it was just too damn embarrassing.

"Well?" Lisa raised her eyebrows at us, and I realized she was waiting for us to get into position.

I cleared my throat. "I…uh…what position did you want us in again?" I asked, trying to sound normal.

"Spooning. You know -- lie on your sides on the bed with Kurt behind you."

Well, that didn't sound too hard. Still not looking at my gorgeous stepbrother, I scrambled around until I was lying on my side with one arm under my head and the other folded in front of me. Kurt settled behind me and I could feel the heat of his big body radiating across the distance he'd left between us and hear his soft breathing. He wasn't touching me and I wasn't touching him -- maybe we could do this after all.

But Lisa did not look pleased. "What the hell?" she muttered, coming closer to study us. The bed was draped in a simple white sheet, a nice contrast to my pale skin and Kurt's natural tan. Both of us were in good shape, so I knew we had to look pretty good lying there. What was her problem?

"Is everything okay?" I asked as she squinted at us through her Coke bottle lenses.

"No, everything is not okay," she snapped. "This is a study in sexual intimacy -- it's about love and desire and affection, and you two are about two feet apart over here." She made a motion with her hands indicating the space between us. "Cuddle up to her, Kurt; she doesn't bite -- not in this position, anyway." She grinned at her own joke, but it was clear she was serious.

I stiffened as Kurt's muscular front connected with my back and ass, but I made myself hold still. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I reminded myself sternly. Don't blow it.

"Closer," Lisa barked, motioning again. "This is supposed to be a sexual position. You can't fuck her from across the room."

I bit my lip and heard Kurt mutter something under his breath. Then, suddenly, he was draped all over me like a warm, heavy coat. One long, muscular arm came around to encircle my waist, and his knees lined up behind mine just right. But what made me squeak and nearly jump away was the feel of his rigid shaft nestling right between the cheeks of my ass. He had a hard-on, I realized -- a really hard hard-on and I was the reason why.

"Sorry," he murmured in my ear. "Can't help it."

"It's all right," I whispered back, wondering if it really was. How would we ever look at each other again after this? Let alone watch a basketball game on TV or talk about our favorite movies or run out for an ice cream or any of the hundred other things we usually did when we were spending time together, pretending to be normal siblings with no unspoken tension between us.

"Good, much better," Lisa said. She had a huge and extremely expensive looking black camera in her hands and she was circling us, taking pictures from all sides.

"Glad she's happy," Kurt muttered in my ear over the clicking of the camera. "If I got much closer we'd actually be…" He trailed off, and I wondered if he was as embarrassed as I was. But I was soon to find out that the awkwardness had only just begun.

"Now, Kurt," Lisa directed, making a motion with the hand that wasn't holding the camera. "Lift Melanie's leg with your hand -- that's right, spread her thighs, make it look real, like you're really penetrating deep -- this is the second part of the position."

I stiffened as Kurt's big hand glided over my naked skin and came to rest on my thigh. God, I hadn't anticipated how hard this was going to be, how much my own hidden desires were going to come to the surface. Just feeling his body pressed against mine, having his hand on me, even on my leg, was making my heart beat like a drum.

"Easy, Mel," Kurt whispered in my ear as he raised my thigh. The position opened me up, making my pussy lips part and I hoped he wouldn't look down between my legs and see how hot and wet I was getting. I tried not to imagine how it would be if we were making love for real, how easy it would be for Kurt to slide down a little and enter me, fitting the head of his cock to my wet, open cunt.

"Good, I think I've got all I need of that one." Lisa stood back, obviously satisfied, and Kurt let my leg go quickly and scooted away, as though he'd been burned.

"Hey." I looked over my shoulder, offended. "You don't have to act like I've got the plague the minute she calls cut."

"Sorry." He was breathing hard, his deep chest moving up and down like a bellows. "I just…I didn't want you to think I was taking advantage."

"Kurt, please." I shook my head, trying to make sure my eyes stayed above his waist. "You're only doing this because of me, I know. And I appreciate it because it is kind of awkward."

"You think?" He gave a short, sharp laugh and shook his head. "Mel, you have no idea --"