Ann has graciously agreed to answer a few questions for us:
What is your greatest temptation:
In men: Dark eyes and a sweet smile – a six-pack doesn’t hurt (hey, that describes my hubby)
In food: Chocolate and/or nachos
In clothes: Sweaters and jackets – I have way too many
What is your greatest weakness (example: buying shoes)? Books! I can’t resist buying books.
If you could have any kind of car, what would it be? I had a Camaro SS. I want another. Of course I also had a Jeep CJ5 that I loved. Nah, I’ll go with the Camaro. Speed can blow away depression on a sunny day (if you have the right music and it’s loud enough).
Your dream home – mountains or ocean? Both! One for winter, one for summer.
What inspired you to become a writer? My childhood. I had to do something to make sense of it.
Do you have a daily writing routine? If so, please share. I like to write early in the morning before dawn creeps in and brings with it all my daily responsibilities. Darkness, my laptop, and a cup of good coffee, that’s my routine.
What is your favorite book? The Crystal Cave or Night Shift
What is your favorite movie? The Terminator or The Bourne series
Who is your favorite historical figure? Abraham Lincoln
In your books, who is your favorite hero and please introduce him? Big John and his dog Turk are the co-heroes of Stutter Creek, my first romantic suspense. However, Woody (the young detective who reappeared later in Copper Lake) and Reece, my main character’s soul mate in THE REMAINS IN THE POND, are both blond surfers so it’s a really hard choice. Oooh, I left out Chet Boone, the critter catcher who caught our protagonist, Ella, in Lilac Lane. He was a real softhearted hunk. The best kind.
Who is your favorite heroine and please introduce her? Gabi in THE REMAINS IN THE POND is sort of an anti-heroine. She runs away from her problems until she is forced—literally—to face them (when she is arrested for murder). Beth, the heroine in Stutter Creek, also tried to run from her problems. She was quite the whine-bag until it came down to saving the life of a child. That’s when she finally dug deep enough within herself to locate her previously-unknown store of courage.
What do you have out now? Excerpt, blurb, book trailers. Here’s an excerpt from THE REMAINS IN THE POND
I pulled out of the lot and circled the pond as far as I could go. The gravel road didn’t loop around the entire thing, only about three quarters of the way, and then you were forced to turn around in the only remaining wide spot unless you wanted to get out and have a picnic beneath the single stand of oaks tall enough to give good shade.
Of course I didn’t need any shade now. And I really didn’t want to get out of the car. This seemed too weird. I put the car in reverse and executed a careful turnaround. When my headlights picked out the figure at the edge of the water, I inhaled sharply. It was not what I expected to find.
I rolled down my window. “Rose?” I called. “Is that you?”
A branch cracked, a shadow moved, and panic slid between my ribs like a blade. The figure turned toward my headlights, definitely female. She wore her long hair lose and flowing. Under the moonlight, I couldn’t be certain if the woman’s hair was red or light brown.
“What are you doing here?” No answer. “Where’s Matt?” I tried to keep my voice steady, to show her I wasn’t afraid. I put the car in PARK and opened my door tentatively, putting one foot on the ground.
She stared into my headlights, one hand shielding her eyes like a sailor looking for land, and then, like a flash, she ran straight at me. Straight toward my little Honda with the window rolled down. Her hair flew out behind her and it was all so surreal that for a moment, I simply sat there, paralyzed. Then she raised her right hand above her head. In her grip, I caught a glimpse of silver.
New releases anytime soon? I have two YA novels ready for editing. The first one is Book 4 in Stevie-girl and the Phantoms series. The second one is about a girl who paints—and causes a school-wide ruckus because of it.
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Senior prom is the happiest night of Gabi’s life. Her crush has just revealed that he is every bit as infatuated with her as she is with him. When he has a car wreck and is transported to the hospital in a coma, Gabi feels as if she’s taken a knife to the heart. But his jealous cousin, Rose, sees her chance to give the knife an even harder twist. She convinces Gabi to meet her at a local parking spot outside town. It’s a night that will change several lives forever. One of the girls will return, and one will become known as the remains in the pond.
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I pushed my glasses up and took a deep breath. “We were in love. I know that’s what teenagers always think, but in our case, it was true.”
The unsmiling detective simply stared at me and pulled out his little notebook. His burnished head gleamed under the fluorescents.
Why wasn’t he writing in that notebook? He just held it, as if he found nothing I said worth noting.
The room grew cold and I began to shiver. Probably some sort of tactic; turning down the temperature to make me uncomfortable. Just like this little waiting game. Waiting me out to make me talk. I’d seen enough crime TV to recognize these schemes. I took a sip of the Diet Coke he’d brought—to make me feel grateful, I suppose—and immediately regretted it because it made me need to burp.
I let the little bubble of gas explode in my closed mouth and began to talk to cover the sound. “We fell in love at prom. We were both with other people. I went with Asa and he brought Rose.” I sat up straighter in the hard-backed chair and hoped I’d said enough to placate him.
The detective sat chill, one ankle propped on the opposite knee. I got the impression he wanted to be my best friend.
I don’t know why I started talking again. I think it had something to do with the way he looked at me, as if he already knew everything I wanted to tell him, because yes, suddenly I did want to tell him. I’d held onto the truth for too long.
I wanted to tell him everything about that night.
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Ann has been a writer since junior high school, but to pay the bills she’s waited tables,delivered newspapers, cleaned other people’s houses, taught school, and even had a short stint as a secretary in a rock-n-roll radio station. She also worked as a 911 operator and a police dispatcher.
Ann’s stories began to win awards in her college days. Since then she’s published novels, novellas, and short stories. But even if no one ever bought another book, Ann wouldn’t stop writing. For her it’s the cathartic pause in a sometimes-crazy world. Most of the time, it even keeps her sane.
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Telepathy creates as many problems as it solves, as most of the members of the secret organization x0 would admit. When new member Lola discovers another group of telepaths with a completely different approach, those problems multiply at the speed of thought.
Soon, Lola’s family and friends are in danger. Lucky for her, she’s not your average budding psychic. Each person with whom she is close has a special gift of their own. That’s good, because it’s going to take every power they possess to keep this other group from succeeding with their plan to eradicate x0.
Lola often thought that she didn’t spend enough time being thankful for the simple yet wonderful things in her life. The warm cup of coffee in her hand was a miracle wrought by mysterious beans picked on the other side of the world, roasted in the sun and flown thousands of miles to her hometown. She smelled the rich aroma as she watched her twenty-something son graciously repair the tire of an elderly family friend.
Her son was kind and patient as he listened to Maurice tell stories of flat tires from long ago, feigning interest in the tales or possibly even feeling it. Either way, Lola was appreciative for her son and for her friend and for the warm cup of coffee in her hand. She had just moved on to gratitude for the blue winter sky and the quietness of the street when she saw the large black SUV.
“Oh for God’s sake, not you people again,” she muttered.
Maurice heard her thoughts and looked up, but there wasn’t much he or Zane could do as the vehicle turned into the driveway and five men in masks carrying guns stepped out. Again.
Lola turned to yell to Alex, Xuha, and Yuden in the kitchen, then heard the front door bang open and felt the familiar sting in her neck.
Not that again, too.
It was the last coherent thought she would have for a while.
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Sherrie grew up in Western Kansas thinking that there was no place in the universe more fascinating than outer space. After her mother vetoed astronaut as a career ambition, she went on to study journalism and physics in hopes of becoming a science writer.
She published her first science fiction short story long ago, and then waited a lot of tables while she looked for inspiration for the next story. When it finally came, it declared to her that it had to be whole book, nothing less. One night, while digesting this disturbing piece of news, she drank way too many shots of ouzo with her boyfriend. She woke up thirty-one years later demanding to know what was going on.
The boyfriend, who she had apparently long since married, asked her to calm down and explained that in a fit of practicality she had gone back to school and gotten a degree in geophysics and had spent the last 28 years interpreting seismic data in the oil industry. The good news, according to Mr. Cronin, was that she had found it at least mildly entertaining and ridiculously well-paying The bad news was that the two of them had still managed to spend almost all of the money.
Apparently she was now Mrs. Cronin, and the further good news was that they had produced three wonderful children whom they loved dearly, even though to be honest that is where a lot of the money had gone. Even better news was that Mr. Cronin turned out to be a warm-hearted, encouraging sort who was happy to see her awake and ready to write. “It’s about time,” were his exact words.
Sherrie Cronin discovered that over the ensuing decades Sally Ride had already managed to become the first woman in space and apparently had done a fine job of it. No one, however, had written the book that had been in Sherrie’s head for decades. The only problem was, the book informed her sternly that it had now grown into a six book collection. Sherrie decided that she better start writing it before it got any longer. She’s been wide awake ever since, and writing away.
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GENRE: Erotic Romance
Ian has wanted Olivia from the moment they first met. They shared a torrid one-night-stand in Scotland a year prior and never spoke of it again. Now they are business partners, and Ian has plans to woo Olivia back into his bed permanently.
Eric Thomas is a drummer from the superstar rock band, The Harbingers. When he meets Olivia, he knows there’s something different about her. He wants her – and not just for the night.
But when the two Doms cause a stir with their antics on Pleasure Island as they each attempt to win Olivia, they will be forced to contemplate another means of attaining their prize. Can they convince Olivia to experience the fantasy of a ménage with them? And will what happens on Pleasure Island stay that way?
Publisher’s Note: While this steamy ménage is part of the bestselling Pleasure Island series, it can be read and enjoyed on its own.
Adrift and unsteady, he braced himself against the swells as the ferry moved through the cobalt waves like a hungry sea creature.
Eyes shielded behind a pair of aviator sunglasses, Eric surveyed the rest of the passengers aboard Goddess of the Sea. In addition to their boat captain, Deke, a Dom with the bearing of a boxer, there were four couples present on deck whom, after a quick perusal when they first arrived, he had ignored.
He wasn’t intentionally being an ass. Not this time.
As the drummer in an internationally known rock band, maintaining anonymity was difficult at best. Out in public, even on the way to an exclusive resort catering to the BDSM lifestyle, Eric tempered his interactions with people. It was safer that way. Then he didn’t have to worry about it ending up in the tabloids.
And on Pleasure Island, with the non-disclosure agreement every guest must sign, he could sue the pants off anyone who leaked information to the press.
Besides, out of everyone on board the vessel, it was the lone beauty on deck who captured his attention. The name of the ship, Goddess of the Sea, perfectly described the willowy blonde poised at the stern. In skinny jeans that accentuated her endlessly long, supple legs and a gauzy peasant top that rivaled the sea in color, she had seized his full attention.
He had to admit she was stunning. The way the sunlight illuminated the waves of her golden tresses that stopped mid-back made her look like a beacon, a shimmering gemstone. No man, no Dom worth his salt, would want to deny himself the pleasure of her company.
He’d done enough of that.
Denying himself. That stopped, now.
Eric’s intentions on Pleasure Island were simple. Find himself a submissive and fuck himself into a state of orgasmic bliss over the next two weeks. Hopefully one that he could maintain once he left the island.
And, he prayed, the most effective cure for his malaise. Not to mention, it was doctor ordered: the fun, the frivolity to be had on the island, as a way to battle his misery.
And damn it all, he needed to feel happy. It had been too long since anything had stirred his lethargy. Not a stay at an exclusive facility in Switzerland to help his depression, where his bandmates believed he was getting it on with a ski instructor. Not all the accolades, fame or fortune that had come his way through The Harbingers’ success.
And he hated that it made him sound like a pansy ass wanker.
Over the next two weeks, on what was becoming the legendary Pleasure Island, he would soothe his battered soul and the depression surrounding him. And the beautiful woman standing all alone was a damned fine place to begin.
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Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Anya grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Anya never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with an M.A. in History.
Anya is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance under the name Maggie Mae Gallagher. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the Midwest with her two furry felines.
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Her Master & Commander, Book 1 https://www.amazon.com/Master-Commander-Pleasure-Island-Book-ebook/dp/B06Y5SVVB9/
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Ménage In Paradise, Book 8
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It’s been 10 years since it snowed in Houston. It was hard to imagine this morning when I looked out the window at the white. Courage didn’t want to go out in it, but he did when I ventured forth in my dressing gown!
Here’s what December 8, an historic day, looked like in Pearland, Texas.
Through the wreath on my front door.
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Take advantage of this sale and get to know March and Christian. She’s a disillusioned dreamer, following her heart, and he’s an android totally indistinguishable from human. These soul mates face danger and all that true love can offer. Love For Sale.
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After her parents are killed, eighteen-year-old Bessie is sold by her ruthless uncle to a saloon owner.
Tricked into believing she is there to sing, she is horrified to learn it is not her voice she is selling, but her body. As a soiled dove she is so desperate to escape, she risks fleeing with Thomas, one of her clients.
Is he as kind as he seems? Does he love her like he says, or has she jumped from one dire situation into another?
Hudson Falls, Montana, 1880.
Bessie Williams paced the room waiting to be called.
She glanced at her dress for the umpteenth time, ensuring it was not ruffled, and was appropriate for the occasion.
She had traveled to Hudson Falls, Montana by stage coach for many long days with the promise of an ongoing position.
She braced herself for what was ahead.
Entertaining was not her idea of the perfect position for a young lady, but in desperate times, choices were few.
She took one last look in the full-length mirror.
Her pale blue dress was a little dated, but it was respectful and appropriate. The square shaped collar was edged with handmade lace, and the bodice came in at the waist where it ruffled out and had layers of blue cotton alternated with wide lace.
Bessie sighed. What was she doing here?
Just a few weeks ago she was at a deportment school for young ladies. At the tender age of eighteen, she should be learning to be a wife, not singing for her livelihood.
Who could have predicted her parents would both be killed in a stage coach accident, and leave her destitute?
She straightened her shoulders and braced herself for the difficult task ahead.
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Bessie stood up on the stage and gazed down at her audience.
The piano player began to pound out a tune, and Bessie started to sing. Despite being word-perfect, the words seemed to be incoherent over the top of the noise from the rowdy customers, most of whom were cowboys.
A few faces turned her way, but on the whole, they continued to guzzle their beer and flirt with the ladies as they walked in and around the crowd.
She watched as one customer slapped the behind of a woman walking past. Bessie balked. What kind of establishment had she got herself into?
The offer of free board and lodgings in return for a small stipend was very enticing, so her uncle had accepted on her behalf.
As the words rolled off her tongue, she watched the goings on in the saloon, wishing she was back home in her own bed. But of course, that would never happen again.
After her parents were killed, their home was seized by her uncle and sold out from under her. As a minor, and a female, she had no legal right to anything. She lost it all.
The music stopped and she took a deep breath. No applause was forthcoming. She blinked rapidly trying to stop the tears. This was no place for a refined young lady such as herself.
There was a brief break, then the music began again. She sang the words strong and clear, not that it really mattered. It was very apparent to her that no one was listening. All they were interested in was booze and women.
Bessie sang for the next hour, then left the stage. She wondered why she was even there. Obviously not for the entertainment, since as far as these patrons were concerned, it was non-existent.
When she’d sung back home, everyone stopped and listened. Here? They didn’t care if she even existed.
She made a beeline for her room, and that was where she would stay for the remainder of the night.
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I am a multi award-winning Australian author who has been published by traditionalpublishers since 2003.
I love to write women in jeopardy stories, and this often involves murders or stalking, or both. My female characters are always strong and feisty, and sometimes they save the men!
I also write contemporary and historical western romance, either with or without suspense elements.
I’ve taught writing for many years, and have written several non-fiction books about writing. I’ve worked as an editor for publishers, coached writers one-on-one, and have appeared at writer’s conferences in Australia and New Zealand.
I have been married to my own real-life hero for almost 43 years. We have two grown children and six grandchildren.
Our household would not be complete without our wonderful pets, which includes two elderly cats and our beautiful dog Bindy, who loves long, leisurely walks. We are also fostering a puppy, who will ultimately go to an Autism school.
My hobbies are tenpin bowling and papercrafts, and surprisingly, going to the gym.
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