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 J
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
“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
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. Tampa
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, . 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. North
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
. 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! Tampa
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!
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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