Taking off my
calm, cool, worldly author/blogger hat, I’m letting my fan girl go wild. Ever since I met Baird and his mating fist in
Claimed, I’ve been in the tank for
The Kindred and all things Evangeline Anderson
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There. I outted myself. LOL
She’s with me
today on WWW for the first time with a hot look at her brand-new series, Cougarville. Shifters, yum-my! Right?
I’m thrilled
she could give us a sneak preview of the first book in the series, Buck Naked.
BUCK NAKED
BLURB
Sadie Becker
is starting a new life in the little town of Cougarville, North Carolina, far
from her cheating ex. Having just turned forty, she longs for a quiet, peaceful
place to live with no drama, no trauma, and no craziness.
She moved to
the wrong town.
Cougarville
is a home to Shifters—a specialized few who share the gene that allows them to
change to animal form when the moon is full. The gene is rare, especially in
women where it only manifests later in life, causing a woman’s body to
rejuvenate back to youth to make her fertile and able to bear the next
generation of Shifters. But what kind of Shifter she becomes and the kind of
children she bears is determined by the male she mates with.
And make no
mistake—she must mate. Mate or die.
Sadie has no
idea about any of this. When her body stars reverting to where it was in her
early twenties, she doesn’t know what to think. And when her hormones kick into
overdrive, demanding that she find a man to scratch her itch, she’s terrified and
confused.
It doesn’t
help that both the local Alpha cougar and Sadie’s surly neighbor, a giant of a
man who Shifts into a huge buck, are both after her fertile and
much-firmer-than-it has-been-in-decades ass.
Tensions run
high and the entire tangle may end in a deadly duel. Sadie must be claimed on
the night of the full moon in order for her final form to be determined. But in
order to seal the deal with the man she chooses she'll have to get…Buck Naked.
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Cougarville Book 1
Buck Naked
Chapter One
Excerpt
“This isn’t right. This can’t be
happening. What the hell is going on?”
Sadie Becker stood in front of the mirror on her fortieth birthday and
stared at her reflection in disbelief.
Her boobs were getting firmer.
There was no doubt about it—it was true. She’d been noticing subtle
differences ever since her divorce had been finalized about a week ago, but
she’d put it down to the new diet and exercise routine. Now that her ex, Jeff,
was out of her life, she was determined to start a whole new lifestyle. But no
diet or exercise routine in the world completely erased stretch marks and
molded your breasts back to where they’d been when you were in your twenties.
“Just look at them,” Sadie muttered to herself. “They’re actually perky.”
She wiped at the steam on the bathroom mirror and then decided she wasn’t
getting a good enough look. What she needed was a full-length view. Luckily,
there was an old fashioned, free standing mirror in her bedroom. The mirror had
a carved wooden frame and claw feet which matched the rest of the antique
furniture in the cabin she’d inherited.
The heavy carved oak furniture wasn’t much to Sadie’s taste but she
wasn’t complaining. The cabin with its outdated furnishings and decorations had
been a Godsend—an inheritance from her mother who’d been dead for twenty years.
Sadie hadn’t even known the cabin existed until after her divorce, when her
mother’s lawyer had handed her the deed.
She still missed her mom, even after all these years. She’d almost cried
when she found out she had someplace to go. Someplace she wouldn’t have to see
Jeff and his new, much younger girlfriend making a spectacle of themselves back
in her hometown of Tampa.
The only person she missed was her twin sister, Samantha—Sammie for short, but
only to Sadie. No one else was allowed to call her by the cutsie nickname. But
since Samantha was a busy trauma surgeon at Tampa General, it wasn’t like she
had much time to hang out anyway.
Speaking of Samantha, she ought to call her twin—it was her birthday too.
I’ll call her in a minute, Sadie promised herself. First I need to figure out what in the world
is going on with me.
Wrapping herself in a towel, she padded from the bathroom to the bedroom
and stopped in front of the ancient free-standing mirror. There wasn’t quite
enough light in the dark bedroom and the bedside lamp only made more shadows.
With a sigh, Sadie dragged the mirror, creaking and protesting, over to the
window and opened the curtains.
She wasn’t worried about anyone seeing her—the cabin was located in the
Blue Ridge Mountains, about ten miles north of the tiny town of Cougarville, North
Carolina. It was quiet and isolated with only one
road going in and out and a single neighbor—a surly giant of a man named Mathis
Blackwell who had wild, tangled black hair, a close clipped beard, and
shoulders at least twice as broad as her own. Sadie had only seen him twice and
both times he’d only grunted at her greeting and gone stumping off into the
woods that separated his property from hers.
At night she could faintly see firelight flickering from his cabin
windows, which looked warm and cozy and reminded her that it was cooler here in
the mountains than it had been back home in Tampa.
No, this is my home now, Sadie reminded herself,
frowning. Good old Cougarville.
The actual name of the town she’d moved to was North Lewiston, though
there wasn’t any South Lewiston that Sadie
could see. Scrawled in looping graffiti on the green welcome sign that led into
town were the words, Welcome to
Cougarville!!! The name had apparently stuck since everyone she’d met since
she’d gotten here had welcomed Sadie to Cougarville, rather than North Lewiston.
Sadie was happy to be here—even if her new home was out in the sticks. In fact, she rather liked the solitude. It
was different from the constant crawl of traffic on Dale Mabry highway in Tampa. Also, where else
could she feel free to walk around naked if she wanted to and not worry about
anyone seeing her? Couldn’t do that in
the city!
As if to prove the point to herself, Sadie dropped her baby blue bath
towel, letting it puddle around her feet, and took a really good look at
herself in the mirror.
Sure enough, her breasts were definitely perky now. Perky like they
hadn’t been since she’d breast-fed her twins almost twenty years ago. Graham
and Anna—fraternal twins ran in Sadie’s family—had both gone off to college
just a few months ago. Graham to MIT and Anna to Baylor, where she hoped to get
into med school and become a doctor like her aunt Samantha. Sadie was immensely
proud of both of them, though having two at the same time hadn’t been easy. How
many times had she joked about her crazy twins giving her gray hair?
Speaking of gray hair…Sadie leaned forward, frowning at her face in the
mirror.
“Where is it?” she muttered, turning her head from side to side. “Where’s
my gray?”
The silvery strands that had begun showing up in her long, dark brown
hair around her mid thirties were somehow gone, even though she was certain
they had been there the night before. She’d even gone to the one and only
convenience store in town to pick up a box of dye, meaning to cover them as
usual. But now, if her mirror was to be believed, there was nothing to cover.
Not only that—her wrinkles were gone too! Or at least, they were fading. She could still see some tiny
laugh-lines around her eyes but the really deep line—almost a furrow—that had
crept up between her eyebrows over the years, was magically erased.
What the… Sadie turned in front of the
mirror, trying to see what else had changed. Well, for one thing the little
pooch of her belly was nearly flat and the old pregnancy stretch marks had been
smoothed away. Her ass looked higher and firmer too. And her thighs were
cellulite-free!
How could this be? How was it even possible?
Sadie took a step back and weighed her breasts in her hands, checking to
be sure she wasn’t dreaming or imagining it. Nope—as firm as could be. She’d
always been a full C cup when she was younger, but after having her kids and
breastfeeding both of them, that C had become more of a droopy D. Now she was
back to where she’d been in college, before she met Jeff and let him talk his
way into her panties one night, ending her dreams of being a high-powered
attorney when she found out she was pregnant with the twins.
What could be causing this? It was as if her body was magically reverting
to where it had been in her early twenties. But that was impossible—right?
Just then she became aware of a movement outside her window. There was so
much wildlife here—deer and birds and squirrels. Just last night she’d been
sure she heard a wolf howling and maybe some kind of wild cat screaming. It
was—
Sadie’s thought was cut off abruptly when she turned her head and saw it
was no bird or squirrel looking in her window.
Her surly neighbor, Mathis Blackwell, stood about fifty yards away by the
line of trees that separated their properties. He had an armful of firewood and
a surprised expression on his face as he stared at the extremely naked Sadie
who was still juggling her boobs in her hands.
“Oh my God! Oh, no!” she gasped, reaching down to grope blindly at the
floor for her discarded towel. She wanted to look away from Mathis but for some
reason, she found she couldn’t. Their eyes were locked together through the
thin glass of her window as she scrabbled for the towel.
At last she found the towel, but she was so freaked out she couldn’t seem
to get it wrapped around her body again. Instead she clutched it to her chest,
her heart pounding as she continued to lock eyes with her neighbor.
Finally Mathis shook his head, like a man coming out of a dream, and gave
her an awful scowl. Without a word—or another look—he turned and went stomping
back to his side of the tree line, his broad shoulders hunched as though to
ward off some kind of attack.
Sadie snatched the curtains closed and sank down on the big, old
fashioned bed with its carved wooden posts, nearly hyperventilating.
God, what must he think of me?
What did it look like I was doing? Nothing very nice, that was for sure! Ugh, how
absolutely humiliating—to be caught
by her nearest neighbor examining herself naked in the mirror and playing with
her boobs!
Your only neighbor, whispered a little voice in her
head. And there’s nobody else around to
hear you scream if he decides what he saw was some kind of invitation.
Somehow, though, despite his wild appearance, Mathis didn’t strike her as
the type to break into her cabin and hurt her. Not that knowing he probably
wouldn’t try anything made her any less embarrassed. She still felt absolutely
mortified to be caught in such a position, especially since she was usually a
very modest person.
What’s wrong with me? My body
is going through some bizarre change, I’m walking around in front of the window
naked, I couldn’t look away when he was looking at me…I feel like I’m going
crazy!
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Evangeline Anderson is the New York
Times and USA Today Best Selling Author of the Brides of the Kindred, Alien
Mate Index, and Born to Darkness series. She is thirty-something and lives in
Florida with a husband, a son, and two cats. She had been writing erotic
fiction for her own gratification for a number of years before it occurred to
her to try and get paid for it. To her delight, she found that it was actually
possible to get money for having a dirty mind and she has been writing
paranormal and Sci-fi erotica steadily ever since.
You can find her online at her
website www.evangelineanderson.com
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Watch for a full interview with Evangeline in the June issue
of Three M’s News.
“I told you that I would be taking your clothing
down.”
