Please welcome Anneka Ever to the blog!
What are your five “desert island” books?
- The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien. I’ve read it more than 50 times and I still cry when it ends.
- The Stand by Stephen King. I consider it his magnum opus.
- One Foot in Eden by Ron Rash. His other works have garnered more attention, including Serena (made into a movie). This one, however, remains my favorite. The story is powerful and the language is lovely.
- The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson. Still one of the most disturbing books I’ve ever read.
- Anything by Ray Bradbury.
What is the best way a reader can express their gratitude for the experience they had reading your work? Encourage someone else to read it!
What is the most unique way someone has shared their appreciation for your work? A high school student told me she did a book report on my first novel (written under a different name) that included a class presentation with visual aids.
What advice would you give a new author? Some people will love your work, others will hate it, and both will be vocal about it. Be gracious to the lovers and ignore the haters.
Have you done all the things in your book with your partner? That’s what I want to know 🙂 I never kiss and tell. However, I will say that my husband promised in his wedding vows that “it will never be dull.” 😉
Anneka Ever, a romance writer, is the author of Riverswept. Her contemporary love stories are set in the mountains and small towns of Virginia. Her strong heroes and independent heroines explore their passion against the beautiful backdrop of rivers, meadows, and forests.
An award-winning poet and short story writer (under a different name), Anneka brings a fresh perspective to stories of dating and relationships.
You can find more information about her work at www.annekaever.com.
Riverswept will be released the first week of May 2015. Public relations professional Molly Duncan represents a coal-mining company responsible for one of the worst environmental disasters in U.S. history. Eager to get ahead at work, she will do almost anything to make her client look good. What she doesn’t count on is Finnley Moran.
Finn aims to shut down the company. Owner of an ecotourism business in rural Virginia, he makes his living showcasing the beauty of the Burns River and the endangered species that live in it.
Pitted against Finn and his group of protesters, she begins to see the issue from his point of view. She also begins to have feelings for him. Her desire for him threatens to drown her ambition.
When the two adversaries come together, they are swept away in a flood of passion.
She couldn’t resist dropping by his house. The garage door was closed. No cars were parked in front of the house. Looking over her shoulder, Molly didn’t see anyone watching, so she crept into his yard and up the steps of his porch. She peeked into the windows. The house seemed empty. He must still be on that kayak excursion.
Feeling like a stalker, she bounded down the steps and headed into downtown Burns. She would stroll through town toward the river and back around to her cottage. She took her time, worried that the lightheadedness would return.
By the time she reached the water’s edge, dusk blanketed it, softening its surface. Molly squinted at the river. The only illumination was that of fireflies peppering the air with unholy green light. Moving near the launch site, she caught sight of something pale. It was Finn’s white T-shirt glimmering as he put away equipment in the MoRE shed. Molly made her way to him.
He stood stretching and slapping away mosquitoes. When he saw her, he hefted a coil of rope under his arm and tossed it into the shed. He shut the door, locked it, and turned to greet her. “Hey, I was getting ready to call y—”
She interrupted him with a deep kiss. A pleasant, throbbing ache had set up inside her. He could make it go away. She ran her hands up beneath his ponytail and freed it from its band. She let the silky gold strands stream through her fingers like a pirate gloating over handfuls of doubloons. Smiling, she held his face between her hands and kissed him hard.
“Here,” she said. “Now.”
“Whatever you say,” he murmured. Pressing himself against her, he ran his tongue along her earlobe. A mantle of dew covered their shoulders as Finn led her away from the shed to the river. Beneath the branches of an old pine tree, he laid her down on a bed of fragrant needles.
I’m in Wichita Falls this week doing day job (AFSO21) stuff. Have a GREAT class, with an awesome group of folks. Didn’t hit the gym yesterday, since I’d been on my feet all day and my dogs were killing me, but I’ll definitely be giving it a shot after we finish tonight.
On Sunday night I got a TON of revisions done, really good stuff (or at least I hope my critique partner thinks so), and last night watched my Monday night staples, Bones & The Following.
In parting (before I head to class), shameless plug for my latest short Keira book, Into the Fire (http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00B3MK7QG) is available now for $1.49.
Okay, off to get ready for class…talk atcha tomorrow!
Super thrilled to report I wrote 3K plus on Shoot to Thrill today! Of course, I deleted 1400 words of stuff I’d written before, so my ongoing wordcount is only up 1600, but I’ll take it, baby!
I’m a “six” virgin! Hope you enjoy this quickie from my WiP, Shoot to Thrill. It’s the second book in the CASI series.
The moment his hand touched my shoulder everything within me had become his to command. I’d moved when he pushed, obeyed his orders to a tee. Oh, he hadn’t made me do anything humiliating, but the shame and outright anger of being so easily controlled still pulsed through me. Along with a much more feminine response.
Jonah Summers’ touch had done more than control me, it lit a fire within I’d never felt before. A fire that made my nipples peak and heat lick through me.
So there’s all this buzz about the movie War Horse coming out on Christmas morning. I would SWEAR I read this as a child, and about a Civil War horse, not a WWI horse, so obviously not the 1982 book. Can anyone help me out? This is driving me nuts!
We didn’t get much last night, but it was enuf to cover the ground (maybe .25 inch) and make it look purty!
This year I have so much to be thankful for. A loving husband and family. Fabulous friends. A day job that makes me hungry to “fix” things. A night job that lets my imagination run wild.
What are YOU thankful for??
Heading off to work, but wanted to pop in and wish everyone a Happy Halloween! Can’t wait to sit on the steps and hand out candy tonight and get a look at all the fabulous costumes.
On a writing note, starting tomorrow I’ll be diving into NaNoWriMo, attempting to get my mojo back in full swing, so most of November will be quick updates on my status in that, and the continuation of Free Chapter Friday.
Have a GREAT week!!