WELCOME GUEST AUTHOR: Evangeline Anderson

The Ndulgent Bloggers welcome Evangeline Anderson, author of steamy smut and general all-around naughtiness. Her guilty indulgence is dark chocolate (I like the Godiva bar with raspberry filling the best) and writing hot stories. And she's here today at the Guilty Indulgence Review Site to ask you a question—  

What kind of Warrior do you Want?

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You can take your pick, ladies. My series, Brides of theKindred is about a race of genetic traders who want to establish a trade with Earth. The genetic trades the Kindred have already made have resulted in  several very specific types of Alpha males. But though they take on some of the physical characteristics of the race they are trading with, the Kindred gene always ensures three things: physical prowess, extremely large and muscular body structure, and undying loyalty to the female of their choice.

            Beast Kindred come from Rageron—a jungle planet full of beautiful but deadly flora and fauna. They have dark hair, golden eyes, and hot tempers but their most defining characteristic is the mating fist. The mating fist is an area at the base of the Beast Kindred’s shaft which engages fully only during bonding sex with his chosen mate. This ensures sex that is both tantric and multiorgasmic for both partners.

            Blood Kindred are blond with pale blue eyes and come from Tranq Prime where ice, snow, and arctic-like temperatures are the norm. To combat the severe weather conditions, the Blood Kindred have higher than normal body heat with double the human amount of red blood cells. They have developed specific biting rituals to share their supercharged blood and take the blood of their mates during their own version of bonding sex. They have a set of double fangs located where a human’s canine teeth would be. These fangs do not develop fully or become sharp enough to pierce flesh until a Blood Kindred is with a woman he wishes to mate and bond with.

            Twin Kindred come from Twin Moons—a world of vast, stormy oceans dotted with craggy but beautiful islands. True to their namesake, Twin Kindred always come in pairs. The brothers are not identical, however. There is always a light twin and a dark twin. These labels refer not just to skin, hair, and eye coloring but to the twin’s moods and perceptions of the world. The dark twin in the pair is usually more moody and withdrawn while the light twin takes a substantially brighter view of life. The twins are closely linked and able to sense each other’s emotions. They cannot be separated by long distances or for long periods of time without severe pain. They must also share a woman, linking her into their mental and emotional exchange for very intense ménage sex.

Of course if you’d rather have one of the bad guys you can opt for one of…

The Scourge—A genetic trade gone wrong, these menacing outsiders have twisted desires and sexual needs fierce enough to frighten away even the most adventurous. Their need to dominate and possess their women completely has led to a strange prophesy that they must fulfill…or die trying.

I have eight books planned for the series:

1. Claimed
2. Hunted
3. Sought
4. Found
5. Revealed
6. Pursued
7. Exiled
8. Shadowed

And just so you know, five of them are already out and will be reviewed here at Guilty Indulgence Review Site this week. So if you like to zip through a series like I do, there are enough to keep you busy for awhile.

The first book, Claimed, is about Olivia Waterhouse, a regular Earth girl who has just graduated nursing school. She’s all set to begin her life when she finds out that she’s been “drafted” or claimed by a Kindred warrior as his bride. By law she has to go to the Kindred Mothership for a one month Claiming Period. If she can resist the warrior’s advances for that long, she’s allowed to go home and get on with her life. The problem is, he’s allowed to touch her more intimately every week and since the Kindred make it their life’s mission to please their women sexually, holding out is going to be harder than she imagined. Can you say resistance is futile? ; )

For your (ahem) edification and in case you should be called as a Kindred bride yourself, here are the rules of the Claiming Period.

The Claiming Period lasts for four weeks during which the Kindred warrior attempts to seduce his chosen bride and she tries to resist him:

The Holding Week: the Kindred warrior may hold his bride.

The Bathing Week: the warrior and his bride bathe together and he is allowed to massage her with scented oils and make her come.

The Tasting Week: the warrior is allowed to perform oral sex on his bride.

The Bonding Week: sex is allowed but it is completely up to the bride whether she will take things a step further and allow bonding sex which is a special and specific process to the three different types of Kindred males. (Most women have given in well before this point but a few do resist.)

Well, I think you can see why Olivia is having a hard time resisting her personal Kindred warrior. Not that she isn’t trying her hardest—after all, she doesn’t want to leave her friends and family and she didn’t just go through four years of nursing school to sit around on her tushy eating alien bon-bons and playing housewife to a massive Kindred warrior—no matter how hot he is. Oh and Olivia’s guy? He’s a Beast Kindred which means he can go for hours with no stopping. And that’s exactly what he wants to do to poor Olivia. Ouch. Or yum depending on your viewpoint.

Here’s an excerpt to get you hot and bothered.

Claimed Excerpt—not suitable for work (unless you have a kinky boss ; )

           Suddenly she wished that she’d read the fine print on the contract she’d signed and not just relied on Kat to interpret it for her. All she really knew was that they had to sleep in the same bed and eat at the same table every day and night and he wasn’t allowed to touch her in a sexual way during the first week. Don’t forget you have to start bathing with him during the second week, whispered the little voice in her head. Just the thought of that gave her the shivers again.So what exactly happened in weeks three and four? What was he allowed to do?  How was he allowed to touch her?  She knew it was up to her whether she let him have bonding sex with her or not but she still didn’t know exactly what that entailed. Also, what about regular sex? Was he allowed to do that to her? And when? And where? And how?
Head spinning with questions, Liv made a mental note to get a copy of the contract she’d signed and go over it with a fine toothed comb. She needed to know what she’d gotten into if she was ever going to find a way to get out of it again.
“Here we are.”  Baird’s deep voice startled her out of her internal daze and Liv looked up to see that he was gesturing to a plain silver door.  As he motioned it slid inwards with a soft swoosh revealing a dark space of indeterminate size.
Liv looked up at him nervously. “This is it?”
He nodded.  “The back entrance, anyway.  Brought you this way so no other male could see you.” He eyed her hungrily again and Liv pulled his dark crimson shirt closer around her body, as though it could shield her from the desire in his eyes.
“Uh, looks nice,” she said, making no move to go it.  The dark room or rooms he was indicating were suddenly looking pretty scary. She had the feeling that if she was in a horror movie right now the people in the audience would be screaming “Don’t go in there!” at the top of their lungs.
“Well?” Baird gestured again, obviously waiting for her to precede him but still Liv hung back.
“Uh…I think I forgot something on the ship,” she said, backing away. “Do you mind if I go get it?”
“You didn’t bring anything to forget.” There was a definite hint of impatience in the deep, growling voice. “Are you coming in or not?”
“I choose not.”  Liv shook her head.  “I just…I don’t think so.  No thanks.”
Baird looked at her with obvious disbelief.  “You have to come in—this is where I live. Where else would you stay?”
“Um—well, do you guys have guest rooms or anything like that? I mean, it’s a big ship so you must have someplace else, right?” Liv was feeling more and more nervous and it wasn’t just the fact that he was big and dangerous and scary looking.  She had a feeling that if she went into his suit, that she might not come out again as the same person.  That somehow being near him twenty-four/seven for the next month would change her, make her lose control.
“Olivia, you can’t stay in the guest quarters. You’re my bride and this is our claiming period.” The big warrior was practically growling with impatience.  “What’s the problem?”
“How can you ask me that?” she flared at him, crossing her arms protectively over her chest.  “You stand there staring at me like I’m an antelope and you’re a really hungry lion and you’ve told me about twelve times how you can’t wait to get me in bed, or up against the wall, or anywhere at all for that matter.  And now you want to know why I’m scared to go into a dark room and be alone with you?  What do you think I am—crazy?”
He blew out a breath and ran a hand through his thick black hair.  “I can’t believe this.  Haven’t I told you I would never hurt you?”
Liv frowned up at him. “Yeah, well, I’m not sure about your definition of ‘hurt.’  I mean, forced sex isn’t always painful but just because it doesn’t hurt doesn’t mean it isn’t rape.”
“Is that what you think of me?  That I want to take you by force?”  He swooped down on her suddenly, eyes blazing a molten gold.  Liv backed up but before she knew it she was pinned against one cold metal wall with his thick, muscular arms on either side of her and his face inches from hers.
“Well what am I supposed to think?” she demanded, hoping her voice didn’t tremble too much.
“You can think whatever you want, Olivia, but you should know one thing.”  He leaned even closer, his hot breath stirring her hair as he murmured in her ear.  “When I take you—because I will take you—make no mistake about that,” he said, cutting off her protest.  “When I do, I promise you’ll want it every bit as bad as I do. You’ll beg for it, Linlenta.  Beg to have my shaft inside you, filling you up as I bond you to me forever.”
“You arrogant bastard.”  Liv narrowed her eyes at him.  “You must have a pretty high opinion of yourself if you think I’ll welcome you with open arms and beg for more.”
“It’s not an opinion, it’s a fact.” He drew back so that his lips were hovering over hers, close enough to kiss but not quite touching.  Liv could almost taste the exotic cinnamon spice of his breath and his scent, the wild musk that she kept noticing when she was near him, seemed to invade all her senses at once, making her dizzy.
“You…I…What makes you think that?”  She wished she could think of a wittier comeback but somehow her brain didn’t seem to be working right.  All she could think about was how close he was, all she could feel was the heat radiating from his big body and bare chest against her own mostly bare skin.
“The reason I know how you’ll react is because I’m going to spend hours getting you ready, driving you crazy with my mouth and hands.” His eyes were blazing and half lidded with lust as he spoke.
“Get…getting me ready?” Liv faltered.
Slowly, he nodded.  “I can’t wait to touch you. Can’t wait to taste you—to spread your sweet, creamy thighs and put my tongue in your hot little pussy until you beg for more.  Beg to have me inside you, filling you all night.”
“I—” Liv began but he cut her off with a kiss.  And not a butterfly-soft kiss like the one he’d given her at the HKR building, either.  This time his mouth on hers was hard and demanding—as hard and demanding as the rigid shaft that was suddenly branding her belly.  Liv fought him at first and then, panic making her heart race. And then, somehow she was kissing him back. His mouth was hot and forceful and his lips delicious—like sucking cinnamon candy.  Baird reached down and she felt big, warm hands encircling her bare thighs. Then she was being lifted and carried into the dark room that had seemed so frightening just a few minutes ago.
Oh God, what am I doing?  Where are we going? screamed the practical part of her brain.  But her body overruled it as his tongue darted between her lips, licking with surprising delicacy at the roof of her mouth.  Moaning, Liv licked back and before she knew it he was sucking her tongue in a way that made her faint with desire

That’s all for now but if you go to Smashwords http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/41592 you can read 15% of the book for free. And since it’s a plus length novel, 15% is a good amount. You can also purchase any of my books by clicking on the link at the bottom of this blog site.

Many thanks to the lovely ladies at Guilty Indulgence for letting me post here today. It’s been a great pleasure and if anyone has questions about Claimed or the Brides of the Kindred (how exactly DOES the Beast Kindred’s mating fist work? And do the Twin Kindred REALLY have to have sex with their chosen bride at the same time?) feel free to comment and I’ll be happy to answer.

Evangeline

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