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 –”

 

 

                                                                                                 

 

Hey guys, just wanted to let you know my new erotic paranormal romance is out at Samhain Publishing today. This is the first in a series and I’m really excited about it.

Here’s a blurb and a naughty excerpt to give you an idea of what it’s about.

 

Blurb

Philomena Swann has it tough.  She has a fiancé that seems to have lost interest in their love life, a rotten job with a boss that ought to be the poster boy for sexual harassment, and a temperament so mild she can’t stand up for herself.  And to make matters worse, her twenty-fifth birthday is coming up and she has to think up a wish.  Why?  Because Phil and her sisters are one eighth fairy—not enough to give them magical powers but sufficient to rate them a fairy godmother from hell so reckless with her wand they all live in fear of their birthday wishes.

All Phil wants is to make a wish so small and insignificant it won’t mess up her life.  But after a horrible day, she accidentally shouts out a wish to speak her mind…and then finds she can’t stop.  Between telling everyone exactly what she thinks of them and trying to deal with her eccentric grandmother who’s been brewing botched love potions to catch herself a man, Phil has her hands full.

When she starts finding out some startling things about everyone she knows—such as how her hot and hunky co-worker and best friend Josh really feels about her—Phil knows she’s made a wish that will change her world forever.  If it doesn’t ruin her life first. 

 

EXCERPT

 

     Phil reached up and unclipped the tight bun of hair at the back of her neck, letting the long mass fall down around her shoulders. It shimmered even in the dim light of the dressing room and when she looked in the mirror again, she saw an entirely different woman. A curvy woman with sky blue eyes and lustrous silky hair like pale gold stared back at her. The woman had a naughty little smile tugging at the corners of her mouth and she was wearing a see-through barely there bikini that showed off all her assets. God—could she really go out dressed like this? What if someone else happened to come in the dressing room?

     “Phil? You okay in there?”

     “Uh, yeah. I’m fine.” Still biting her lip, Phil opened the door and looked out. “I, uh, put on the ultimate double-dog-dare suit but I don’t want to come out of the stall in it. You come in and tell me what you think—okay?”

     “Sure.” Josh crowded into the dressing stall with her, even though it was barely large enough for two people, especially if one of them was as large as him. When they were both inside with the door closed, he seemed to fill the tiny space.

     “Well?” Phil held her breath while he looked at her, his eyes widening. She could feel her nipples getting hard from being so exposed in the open-weave mesh and she wondered if Josh noticed. “What do you think?” she asked at last.

     “I think…I think…” He frowned.

     “It’s okay, Josh.” She touched him lightly on the shoulder and was surprised to feel how tense his body was. “You can say it, I won’t be offended.”

     “God.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I think I want to pull off that skimpy little top and suck your sweet pink nipples until you scream.”

     “Oh!” Phil bit her bottom lip again, feeling a warm, sexual flush rising from between her breasts to heat her throat and cheeks. “I…do you really? What else do you want to do?” They weren’t doing anything, she told herself. Just like the other day when she was telling him her X-rated dream, they were only talking. Surely there was no harm in that. She hadn’t passed the point of no return.

     Josh gave her a level stare, his brown eyes burning with need. “Do you really want to know? Do you want to know what I’d like to do to you if I could, Phil?” he growled. She understood what he was really saying—that she shouldn’t push him or the invisible boundaries they had put between them might crumble. But Phil wanted to push. Wanted to hear what he had to say—to feel his hungry gaze devour her like a flame.

     She nodded greedily, her mouth too dry to speak. Here was a side of Josh she had never seen before their lunch together in the car. He was always so sweet and funny that she sometimes forgot he was a guy. Now he seemed so big, so male looming over her in the tiny dressing cubicle.

     “Phil,” he murmured in a low, intense voice. “I want to push you up against the wall and pull down those tiny little bikini bottoms and touch your hot, wet pussy, just like I did in your dream. Ever since you told me about that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.” The muscle in his jaw jumped under the dark stubble on his cheeks as he leaned closer, blocking her in.

     “Oh, I…” Phil felt like she was drowning. “What…what else?”

Josh took a deep breath, his muscular chest expanding, and she knew he was no longer even trying to fight the urge to speak his mind. “I want to get on my knees in front of you and spread open your thighs and go down on you, Phil. I want to taste your sweet juices and put my tongue inside you. I want to lick your clit until you come all over my face. Just like in your dream.”

     “It…it was only a dream,” she almost whispered, hearing her heart thud in her ears.

     “I know.” Josh stepped closer to her and reached out to brush his fingers over her hot cheek. “But I want to make it a reality.”

     “We…we shouldn’t,” Phil whispered, but she didn’t know when she’d been so hot. She could feel the slippery wetness between her thighs and her nipples felt hard enough to cut glass.

     “I know,” Josh murmured. “I know we can’t, but I want to. I want you.”

      “I…I want you, too.” Phil couldn’t believe she was saying it, couldn’t believe she was finally admitting it. But once the words were out, she found she had no desire to call them back.

     “You’re driving me crazy.” Josh’s deep voice was ragged.

     “Show me,” Phil whispered, daring to reach up and touch his bristly cheek with her palm. “Show me what you mean—how you want to touch me.”

     “I’ll show you.” Josh pulled her around so that they were facing the mirror and he was standing behind her. For a moment, Phil admired the picture they made, the wide-eyed blond woman and the tall man with dark piercing eyes looming over her possessively. With a start, she realized that his shoulders were almost twice as broad as hers. How had she managed to be around him for so many years without letting herself notice how attractive he was? How had she maintained the barriers between them for so long?

     Then Josh drove every other thought out of her head by reaching around to cup her breasts in his large hands.

     “Like this,” he murmured in her ear as Phil gasped at the contact. She could feel the sensitive tips of her nipples rubbing against the palms of his hands through the open weave of her top and she knew Josh could too. She was still watching in the mirror as the large man with intense brown eyes started untying the tiny red mesh bikini strings from around her neck.

     Phil bit back a moan as he pulled it down, baring her breasts completely as they both watched in the mirror. Never had she dreamed of doing anything like this in a public place, and never had she dreamed of doing it with Josh. And yet, the wet heat between her thighs attested to the fact that it was the single most erotic experience of her life. And she was having it right here and now in the dressing room of RipTide with her best friend.

     “More?” Josh growled in her ear as he rolled her tight nipples between his finger tips. “Do you want me to show you how I want to suck them, Phil?”

     Breathlessly she nodded and he moved back at once, sitting on the triangular bench in the corner of the dressing cubicle and pulling her with him. Phil gasped as his hands encircled her waist and positioned her between his spread thighs. He held her eyes for a long intense moment before dipping his head to take her right nipple into his mouth, sucking hard at first, then lapping at the sensitive bud until she thought she might scream.

     I shouldn’t be doing this! Phil moaned inside her head, and yet she couldn’t make herself stop. Josh was working on her other nipple now, nipping gently with his teeth and sending showers of sparks from her sensitive tips to the hot, swollen flesh of her sex. Phil couldn’t believe she was standing in a dressing room letting her best friend suck her nipples but she couldn’t ever remember feeling so incredibly aroused—so ready for more.

      At last Josh looked up, his brown eyes dilated with need. “Your skin tastes exactly like I’d always imagined it would,” he told her in a hoarse voice. “Salty and a little sweet and completely delicious. God, Phil, I want to touch you so badly I can’t stand it.”

     Phil closed her eyes. This was pretty intense but it wasn’t something they couldn’t come back from. But if she gave Josh permission to touch her, to taste her…she didn’t know if she would ever be able to look him in the eye again. And yet she wanted what she’d had in her dream, the dream that Josh was making a reality.

     “I…I want you to show me more,” she said softly. “I…I don’t want to stop.”

     “I don’t either.” He stood again and pulled her back into their former position with him behind her and both of them facing the mirror. “You want me to show you?” His deep voice was a rumble she could feel through her entire body as his chest pressed against her back.

     Phil looked at the topless girl in the mirror, the girl whose nipples were red and hard from being sucked and licked. She nodded.

     “I’ll show you, then.” Josh murmured in her ear, his breath hot against her neck.

     Phil expected him to pull down the bottom of her suit and bare her completely. But instead, he reached around her with his left hand, his fingers splayed possessively over the curve of her hip and cupped her breasts with his right.

     “Watch while I touch you, Phil,” he breathed in her ear. “I want you to watch while I spread you open and stroke your hot little pussy.”

     Phil moaned out loud as she watched his large hand slip down into the tiny red bikini panties to cup her slippery mound. She had never dreamed that funny, sweet Josh could be so kinky! Making her watch while he touched her was turning her on like nothing ever had before.

     “Is this all right? Do you like this?” Josh murmured in her ear. His hand felt warm and gentle as he cupped her and she knew that he didn’t want to scare her.

     “You know I like it,” she whispered, laying her head back against his shoulder. “I…I can’t help but like it. It feels so good.”

     “It’s about to feel even better.” He gave her a hot, gentle kiss on the side of her neck and pulled her closer. “I want you to untie the bikini strings and spread your legs for me, Phil. Then I want you to watch while I touch you, while I put my fingers inside you. Deep inside you.”